TIIK NlIIT WATt'Il.
LONDON INGRAM COOK[ & C?
I NizvR had the slightest intention of writing a book
Had such a thought entered my mind, I should not long
have entertained it. It would have seemed presump-
tuou. What, I, Fanny Fern, write a book I I never
could have believed it possible.
How, then, came the book to be written? ome one
may ak. Well, that's jut what pussle me. I can
only answer in the dialect of the immortal Topsy,
" I aspectt it growed And such as it i, it must go
forth; for what is written, is writts," and-stereo-
So, dear readers (for I certainly number aM warm
friendly hearts among you), here is my book, which I
sincerely wish were worthier of your regard. But I can
only ofer you a few "Tern Leave," gathered at random
in shady pot where sunbeams seldom play, and which
I little thought ever to preu for your keeping.
Many of the articles submitted were written for aad
published in the Boston OliesBrawkh Bostem Tse Vy,
and the New York Mwical World amd ITase; while
many are now here published for the Art time.
Some of the articles are sad, some are gay; each
is independent of all the others, and the work is con-
sequently disconnected and fragmentary: but if the
reader will imagine me peeping over his shoulder, quite
happy should he pay me the impromptu compliment of
a smile or a tear, it is possible we may come to a good
understanding by the time the book shall have been
ILLUSTRATED BY BIBRKT FOSTBE
WITH ADDITIONAL 8KXTCHEI
NATHANIEL COOKE, MILFORD HOUSE,
MLUO D LAWA, ITrAD.
SMO SAYS% AM MA
ONE WHO HAS "GONE BEFORE,-
3II TZLULLT A1D ANIZCTMOUATEY
"Thes tillmall Voioe" . .
Look on this Ploture, ad then on tht . 1
The Widow's Trials . .
My little Sunbem .
Two ine 41
SSumer Days;" or, the Young WI'Afs AEti . 4
Comfort for the Widow . 4
Thorns for the o .
Thaki Story .
SammerFriendsi or, WlliMight . .
*"Nl duMpe d .
ie Grey .
ChIldhood's Trt .
Else De Vaux *
The Wail of a Broken Heart . .
MaryLee ... .
A Talk about Bb .
slsie' First Trial ... .
A Night-Wateb with a t .
A Practical BlMetoe .
Te little Pauper .
dith May; or, the Mistake of a ie 9
M el's Soliloquy .. ... iO
ew Hbeads may role .
t" a Chrley .
The Lost Aailth Uing .
On a Hittle Child who had cret beore a Looklag-gla- that
ws left upon the Side lk .
K y Bo .
The Pasionate Father .
The Partial Mother . .
The Ball-room sad the Nursery.
A' W .
Bow Woman loves .
A Moth Soliloquy. .
T Inval Wife .
Th* Stray l amb.
Lens May; or, Darkness nd eight
Thoughts born of a Care
A Choptr on Liteary Women .
e who hs mot of Hert.
Dark Days. .
iht. ... .
Children's Biht .
SAn Idl Mother".
Little Charlie, the Child-Angel .
The Cross ad the Crown .
1ua,the Orphn .
Obrving the Sbbah .
The Propt's Cmber .
laes of the Valley
andlther Glen .
The Widow's Prayer . .
The Spmohr .
The Tretof .
* The Old Hos" .
I i I
: I I
*asilgtheoyoti". . . .M
Th'Tasphleaudlay . .M
No d . . M11
addmt t Mount AbMn . . S
ASuday Mo.ai Soi . 3.
Utle All. . ..18
The lMrt;or,the UithiLovr . . M
MiA I FI .. 3
UwsnGle..M .. . 2
Ir e . SM
lees . . ...4
Th Md o . . .... M4
A Pop ho a Women's Hert or, teaeh HarNol .
lIad. ay .
Ad to Uodl. .
1 Model Widw . . . 211
M1 rModl WiClow . . . .
The T.ar o W .
iMo ot .
DeAklor Hom e Woa'g . . . . M6
Dun .Igh . . . . . .M
T1h Mod el . . S
The Weakr Vasi.... . . . M3
A TmpM i aThmb . . . . 37
The Mr. OalM . . . . M.
Podeme Prim . . . .
Me's Dkki wer t eeesy . . . .
A li od Bei. . ... . .
AlitafBukwr~ m . l
eMlwo y i Mr. M i .
1e Tredwe .
i 'mortat fr t M li e . .
Mr. Clappw 8olilquy .
What Mr. Smith i .
very body's Vastion as E itor' .
OUl Jreimiesh or, Sumny Days .
A Chapter on Clorgymn . .
Uae Jab* .
A Intreing Husband .
dlgent Husbands .
A FrnSoliloquy .
Auat BHety on Matrimomy .
Wa't ou cauht ppi .
A Ldy on Money M .
Ts h pressEg .. .
press Egeias Maids of Hoowr.
The Bor of the tm .
Owls kll Hmming-rds .
*The Best of M have their ailing .
itle Beies; or Miss Prim' Model School
Amm~xK . .
"THE STILL SMALL VOICE."
Poo tired little Frank I He had gaed at that stereotyped
street panorama till his eyelids were drooping with wear .
Omnibuses, carts, cabs, wheelbarrow, men, women, hossd
children; the same old tory. There a little beg 4ry i r-
ing hoop. Franky never drives hoop;-no, he is dnresed to
nicely for that. Once in a while he tae the air; but Peter e
'eerving-man, or Bridget the aurse, holds his hand very dghtL ,
lest he should oil his embroidered rock. Now little Fek
changes from one foot to the other, and then he creeps up to hi
young mmma, who lies half-buried in those satin cahioa read-
ing the last new nove, and lays his hnd on-her t curb; bat
she shakes him off with an impatient "Don't, Franky;" and he
creep back again to the window.
There winds a fnral lowly pat How d the momrb n
look, clad in ab, with their handkerchie to their eyes. It i
a child' funeral, too; for there is no hese, snd the aek pal
floats fom the first carriage-window, IbI a al od. itres.
A sdden toght tries Franky,-tbe tser qiag to u jIew,
" Tn z LL =ALL vOICE."
and, creeping again to his mother's side, he may, "Mamma,
must Idie, too?"
The young mother ay, abstractedly, without ruing her
blue eyes from the novel she is reading, "What did you ay,
"Mamma, mut Idie, too ?
"Ye-o! What an odd question! Pll thebe, Charley.
Here, Peter, take Frank up tairs to the nursery, and oax
Bnmo along to play tricks for him;" and Frank's mamma ettles
herself down again upon her luxuriant cushions.
The room is very quiet, now that Franky is banihed; nobody
is in it but herself ad the eary. Her potion is quite easy;
her fvourite book between her fngers,-why not yield herself
rbi to he author w hitng speBll Why is th wds, Mut
I di, too," state at her f er y page ? They w but a
edl' wmrd She is hilih to b thm; aml de s, lays
s Me the lek, ml wu ps her wMe hm ad hwe h p
higs, while her rik vaine Soatb me y yeM the air. se
ta oly she ing,them her hads hu by hber l; for sai
that hthl phliatv wie keeps arh g in her ear, "Mat I de,
Deahl-why, I is a ing she has ever dthe t ;-aad
she walks r to the leag irsr. Death #r her, with that baw-
ig eye, and sarm lip, ad rsmy cheek, sad y tre, al
aed li d springing step Death for her, with head
lads and hl coffen, and the weUd dt hor at shr f t?
Dek r h er, ith te low a t piMsly hst l we eyets
amn the ls dthe baim is her bw l s irb Dek-
s, dean Mhisat (NM, et M bi Thesk himre;
ba ishe s eo r ya itk .)
, - Nuna VIM!"
"Wdellwhikeid tmypt-t eeqrs eemmuw r tWat
B.'s e-a I yoms to ommal"'
"Neither, I believe, Waler. I a out d tae to. t;
or, a Madame B. wold my, vpori; s I l lAd my-
mlf on nbody. But-"
Oh, I beg yam ar eio, as. Bse; I -w al d msry
fe too. Sm&ne, ow, or of to the edu, aor ths Mie
room; or, as huBd any whe they ae 'i i t fr -
exae, I hbav 'a h min segagenmt.' Whi sat Wat
grid n you Ive, Hitle as?'
"You know, Walter, what a strange cabld r I k
We, he asked me ch an odd, old- hioned questlo to% y.
'M st I die, too, mmmr in tht little iSeAs 'n d Ms;
mdIeetuetmidg,tWsl. IM ent iMyuelf ; ml,
d.Wanter," siele yhsgherte.M e i*- ender,
I it kmw th I ought t:."
"Oh, nomen, BsuMI' 1 theO gay bbm, "dt ML
Methodist, if yoa loe me. Aunt Charity has nui -m
r th dewhole aM Yea ant ak her whIk wy th Vd i,
buyeahrQ a dee oa d,'Can edl lms wel mu
for priet; it is their dteek in tde;-wel dmm fir eMim
&ad old people -well enough fr omelet viglaio Me W
meeting to pass away a long wving; but r gm Bao, the
very eean d love and beauty, in the fit *A d yo th an
hear -pawI Cel Cille to arrge pr hair, ad l's to
theopera. Time eogh, my pet, to think d rAigio whbap
ae your i grey hair."
Say you so, manothe dnewy limba dfl aigeye? See
--p Calvary's rgged steep a sleder form bads wearily beuma
its heay arorl That dilesr ide, those baadi, those et ar
iemed-for yoj. Torted, athirt, hio, sglai ,-thae dark
go =a 8= j.L O ou in."
dord hiding the Fathers J oe,-that smom wail rving out
on the stin air, "My Godl my God! why abut tho rtsaken
The dh of lf, our offering for ad this prioeles love, 0
sole on of God I The palsied bnd, and cloded ibrin, and
tammering tongue, and leaden foot o age, thy tropies? God
forbidI And yet, lal I nmid dace and song and reel, that
" till mall voice" was hubed. The winged hours, mipent
and wanted, flew quickly past. No tear of repentance fell; no
ppliant knee was ubet; no honehold atar-fame sent up its
"Must I die, too?"
Sweet child I-but as the nm dies; but as the stan fade
out; st as the lowers die, for a resrectionmorn Close the
searching eye beneath the prisoing lid; ar the buy hands
over the pdeele heart. Lif-lif eternal! for thee, thou
young w imoll
Joy to thee, young mother I From that little grave, so tear-
bedowed, the flower of repetanoe prings at last. No tares
hall choke it; no blight or mildew blt it I God's mile hall
be ita naihue, and heaven thy reward.
Dear reader; so the good Shepherd bides the little lab in
his arm, that she who gave it ife may hear its voioe, and
LOOK ON THIS PICTURE, AND THEN ON THAT.
"Fa M s is coming 1" and little round fes grow lng, and
merry voices are h=ed, and toys ae htled into the dot;
and mamm glances nervously at the door; and baby is bed
with a Imp of suar to keep the peae; and other's bines-
face relies not a maule; Mad the little group haddle lk timid
sheep in a crer, rad te is dipatitl as iledtly ift peeain
wre prohibited by the statutebook; and the dildrena aup ikn
lprits to bed, marelling thit baby dare now so md, M thut
"Father hs come."
Father is coming!" aod bright eyes spake r joy, da
tiny feet dance with glee, and eager fae prem agit the
window-pane; and a bery of rosy lips claim ki at the doer;
and pictre-books lie unrebuked on the table; aad tops, ad balk,
and dolls, and ites are discued; and little Suy lay her s*
cheek against the paternal whiskers with the most ealr
abandon; and Chaley gets a loe-pat for his "mWdl ai
mamma'a e grow radiant; and the evnuh paper is ri
not slenu, bat aloud,-and tea, aad tout, and tnie vm
with equal celerity, for jabilee ha aived, and "Father has
4 4'i-t *:)'
THE WIDOW'S TRIALS.
Tx funeral was over, and Jaie Grey came back to her desolate
home. There wre the useless drugs, the tempting huts and
flowers, which came all too late for the inking sdrer. Wher-
ever her eye fell, there was some sad reminicence to torture her.
They whose lie had been all sumsine came in from cheerful
homn, whose threshold death's shadow had never darkened, to
offer ooeolatio. All the usual phraes of stereotyped con-
dolasem had fallen upon her a; and now they had all gone, anad
the world would move on just the ame that there was m more
broken heart in it. She mut bear her weary weight of woe
alone. She knew that her star ad et Earth, sea, ad sky had
no beay nw, dus th e that wonhipped them with her was
dosed I anylem.
"Whom the Lord loveth he cateneth," aid Uncle John,
joining the tips o the fingers of either hand, and settling himself
in a estry attitude, to my his lemon. "A ictios oome not
out ofl found. Man iscut downlike a flower. Godisthe
God of the widow and the athierle. I msppe you fnd it
sor rid he, looking into the widow's fce.
I can scrcely tell" id Janie. Thi was a lighla
flah f a summer-loud. My eyes re blinded; I cannot ee
the bow of pmise."
Wrong; all wrong," aid Uncle Joah. The Lord gave,
Tas wa 'I sasu. 9
I Lod hs m away. Tobu to# i be mipeL Ir
aksid yo don't seoy raigion. AinMrim a>s MMin Aisp
grie. rI la thes vle d 'Dew-Dn ps' tom s. You
-st t s-bisiuV, somber, or yes will hae uses hr
t en n y-.- Goo morning."
Umo John was a uid setiem of the bu Osil 4(
diviai; *oyed an- insasme for metiy, thu whis
nothing wasru dearer to him, ane the contents of his pahke4k.
It wM bi glory to be the Alhkm ad Oam f r 1a -thmin
and assmitess; to be ssmulted a s t spepismay de ding
teaste the KingMoo Islani; toi probe sat the hIgil
panIr.oms for embryo cholad ; to asim cousam.y ast
ordinations, donation-a i, Saehbth-shood hritaira edr-
tser mtin,-in surt, my thing that m e" d a aaur-
96K, or added asch to the length ad linth of hs
phuirasil sirtL. HB pi the pow, a ary gooad ChLim
should; bat he Mawr aowed them to pat thir is in M
peho";-tht wsu a tethary over wic the shmk bd as
oartnr-it bdionged eiuly to te other i of the fee
Unde Johb at i his eoutia-e4om, looMig very ardtie-
tariy at the pos f.4 o 2rs MforniAg Mr, oa whr ib ibm
ditr. He bad jut glaed wra his laeg it df ubdias
ad seegreolad himself tha tm wer in sni a po
pIes condiinm. Thb hi took ruta l ags nll d bhwMbih
ad iegaid &th meainssimady; thu he frawe-d 1
at a poor beggar-hild who peeped in at the door, iesfted bt
aW and settlsdeMebelf enudhIy is s no 2.hg .
A np athee darerfthi ihr m. MayI eo in,
amder i adJi ng Mela vol wo *uo hgh k her
"Y4-81" mi U111e Joh, norw &iy. "Pt1y t1b..
233 WDVOWS =Ih"&
-ipoe yo woa't stay lgr?" and he psued his portI-emo is
farther down in his pocket
I came to ask," said Jaie, timidly, if you would elogr
me to write for your paper? Matt are more desperate with
me than I thought, and there is a necessity for my doing me-
thing immediately. I believe I have talents that I might trn
to count as writer. I have literally nothing, Uncle John, to
"Your humbnd was an extravagant man; lived too bAt;
that's the trouble, lived too ut. Ought to have been econ
mical a I was when I was a young man. Can't have your cke
and eat it too. Can't expect me to make up for other people's
ddienciesi. You must take care of trwf/."
Certainly, that's jt what I wish to do," maid Janie, rag-
glng to retrain her teas. "I-I-' bt she only fiihed the
sentene with sobs; the contrast between the sunny past and the
gloomy print was too wrong for her troubled het.
Now if tee was any thing Uncle John mortally hated, it
was to e a woman cry. In all such ea he irritated the
vicm till she took a speedy and frenzi leave. So he re
markd again that "Mr. May was extravagant, ese there would
have ben something let. He was sorry he was ded: but that
was a thing k waist to blame for; and he didn't kowany.
rean why he should be bothered about it. The world was ll
of widows; they al went to work, he sppoed, d took ar of
"If you will tel me whether you an e oy me to write
for y," said the widow, "I will ot troile you loi r."
"I have plkty who will write fr notm g," aid the old
man. Market i overstocked with that sort of thing. Ca't
arEd to pay onotributors, specially new bgin Doet think
yo have my talent that way d r. Bttu r takes a ewMI, a
soethrg, 4 ribe, taking at M wir h, by way a m lr
that he had better be going.
The yobp g widow coad scardy Me hr way Oct tu.g
her fst-lng tars. It w er bert btter lemao in tae wode r
sd mn Sbhe, whose tender feet had bee o love-gie, to
walk life's tory path alone; she, ar whba no gift w ris, a
rare, or oostly enough; se who had lead so triqly on the
dear ar now sopowere to sild her; bse to whom lovewa
life, breath, being, to meet only carele glances-nay, ore,
harh an tnmming wvrds. Oh, where hold that itrt k heart
find rest this side hean ?
Yet be might not yield to desair; there wa aslittle imo-
ent helpless one, for who he mut live on, mad tail and
sigleb. WM the world a darkness? Bet ery knee at
Manon' a boriM? Best every hman beat only br its own
joys and sorrows?
Day and montib rolled on. Uncle Jooh said his pypr ,
and went to church, and counted over hi dea boak-bllb; Mar
the widow st up tillthe rtn grew pale, and bent weary
long pages of mancript; and little Rudolph lay with his re
cheek nestld to the pillow, crashing hi bright ringletW, al -
oscious of the weary vigil the young mother w I hnepg.
And now it was New-year's eight; and as she id aide h
P, ory allied ber back to rich snny day-to a hIMrim
home. Again she wa leming on that broad, tnehbreat. Troop
df s edre about them. Oh, whe were they now? Theb se
looked upon her mall plainly nmsd rom, so attractive to
the eye of tae ad re1met; thn it fel upon er ld, too
young to number that fther whose loast act ws to kir hi
Sti the eMI siambed nMi v fpsrtd uwM a *s ;
and hr the hu d-e d noi the ed io rle cd g, ypt w
em the dimpled foot, hung close by the piw, with lAost's
beaaki trt i ael hab toI Al ; and e oig her face
wM her hand she wept aobd, tht tYs sipe liy t be
denied a other's heart. Then, mtiugi he r R a Imp,
she aid her tearfl shk agpirt the mry lil deeper, with
that intiaoie yearning for sympathy which aly the watched
know. In smbw there is at I ast fargetd ; kind angels
whisper hope in drems.
The golden light d New-yes morag isremd through
the prtilly opened shutters upon the eriy head that aedy
nestled nasily ift pillow. The aee eye opened dowly,
like violet kied by the s, and the lile iad wa ot-
aistdhd to grap the empty socking. His lip qvivread, ad
tear of diapponi t tnerd themelre thmug h tiny s-
ger; while his mother see, ad and umrefeiabd, t meet som-
ther day toil And Usnle Joh, oblivisu ery th g that
might ollpe his puse, at cosoarttay in his nockig-hir,
* "too buy" to call o his niee. Treading nt in hi Lrd's
foottes, where sorrow and isery and wat made fotw4ras,
but where the well-warmed, well-clad, and wedl-fled sat at
Time.ew o. A brighter day dawned for Jnie; she had
triumphed over dilapnto e and dioomugemna bdoea which
nster hearts than has had q Wile; ema rt and iidepeodme.
ere apin he-eaned y her own trinb had. Udnle
John was not daMd d her now; he tmed a moe n ot ar -
no toavoidher. She needed no seeLae; Unels John ed
to otie that sort d pe He grew aMie, em bfetism;
and aem day, in his proariomnes, actually set a dtnl.
TWs WIf. M~TaLs IT
piece to his nephew, whom he had not iaqred for fr thee
Jamie's prie reached him frm every qrter; aadhe took
a great deal d pa to let people how that thi new literary
light was hl nis c. Had he known he wald hoe tIae at
such a star, he would hae employed her. Now she was swlig
other editors' sa rition-lists itead of his; that was a eatur
of he eae he was fl prepared to mundaman I
"No t ant that way" said Janie to hem as she asw him
at last very olly transfer, with his editorial had, h artiasl
to 2U M ,mn Msri, without credit t hout nammeti to
herel SaMctmdous, variios Undle Johm! Di yes mat
the weary vg they ct the writer? Did yoa oo t the tao
which Witered their page I id you drean d the tutain
process by which the bird was indeed m it auld be laamtd to
sin so sweetly? Knew yio tht thoe gUhin mots reac
yo, thrpuh pri-bars, fr a weary tive's hrAt ? No,
ao, Unle Joh I how should you? fir vbe ype hoeat iid
have bem, thee was a decided vaun.
MY LITTLE SUNBEAM.
Nsvn saw my little unbeam? Well, she was a little creature
who passed my window each day on her way to school; and who
made my acquaintance, child-fshion, with a smile. Perhaps
none bt myself would have called her pretty; but her eyes
were hll of love, and her voice of music. Every day she lid
a little bench of violet on my window. You might have thought
it atriing git, but it was much to me; for after my little sn-
beam had vanished, I ciled my eyes, and the fragrance of those
tiny flower carried me back, o, whither?
They told ofa fragrat, shadowy wood; of a rippling hbrook;
of bird's song; of whispered leaf-m ie; of a moy seat; of
dark, sol-lit eyes; of a voie sweet, and low, and thrilling; of
a vow that was never broken till death child the lip that made
it. God shield my little sunbeam I May she find more rom
than thor in her earthly pathway
"WzLL, Bridget, what do you think o the bride ?
"Oh, he's a pretty young thing; but if she had known as
much as you ad I do of her husband's mother, dshenever would
hae oome to live with her. She's a regular old hyen; ad if
she don't bring the tea into those blue eyes before the honey
mooo is over, my nane isn't Bridget Why she's the mot
owdacious old thMg I She overhauled all her wardrobe yuel-
day, before she could get here; and as I plusd thr t
entry, I heard her uttering to hersnleH Silk itoehWing mph I
-rd ed adaer-lodme Wonder if sh thilb~ hma th
ironed here Embroidered nightsp I silk drese I DItrc
tlon ad ruin P "
"I'l1 tel you what, Bridget, there never was a house built
yet tht was big enough fo t wo fmlies to live in; and yomll
ibd out that this won't be, I reckon."
"What! tears, Emma ?-teas I" said the young haband,
as he returned hom his counting-room one day, about a mnth
after their marriage; and, with a look anxiety, he drew hr
ertohis breast. Tell me, you do aot so rent your
The little ray mouth ws bal up temptingly for a khi; ad
in toe b eye he red the bawer his heart was eing.
"What, then, is your pet caMry sic? Co't yo dress
your hair to sit you? Or a you in despair beame yu oa t
decide in which of all your drmes you look prettiet?'
"Do't be ridiculous, Harry aid aEmm, laughing and
crying together. "I feel nervow, that's aL. r so gld you've
Ha felt sure tat was not all; bt he forbore to question
her, for ke ftery sre s would tell him an in good tim.
The truth was, Huarys mother had been letoriag her
dagter-in4aw all the morning pon the degeneracy of the
tims;- oped she would not think of putting on all the he
thbie her friea d ad been so foolish to rig hr out ia;-tiG s
were not now a they ned to be;-that if Harry gve her
podt-mey, she had better give it to her to keep, ad not be
qpeig it for neense;-that a young wife's place w i
her hbas house;-sau he hoped he would I of that
bheis trick, of running home every day to sM her mother ad
Emma listened in silent amaement. She was warn-
hearted, aectioo te girl, but be was very high-spiited. The
olour came d ent rapidly in her cheek; but he fored back
the tea that were starting to her eye, for she had too n-ms
pride to allow her to see them &IL
After old Mrs. Hall retired, she at for a moment or two re.
a.bg her wrd. Babyi' to low my own duar home,
whr I ws as m y as a a srl hke morning a gh*;
whee we all meg, eAn p ay d and meaM, mb
mrs, and fth ud snd mother a hppimet of d. a '
I wnt be dictated to I" aid the young wife. "t i.d,
I ms m lefam, and my w emae;" l Mf ksBid
toes o ee~ ibe dhIr dima it ad she
-to Jau,-dam BuV-wo to id h u mOd
It sask bd dgsd sffnw u I ov s; on ml sm~
bun% -;ik vmrat do;-an wa kr to Iiw an v
as a dw albr, and aYor vay it vaak I A So
VON bb IM kam no, IOL No, U, rs try Is, gd low VI
ad; bil I dr& I bad am a bn k bo balm I vow
bor to Bw
AM me do dd and dMW piy ~b Bur, and bV
beh ba .,t it dwn to th. 800010 ,w hey. t.M M so w
haos pound doly, b hs vaabond t Ids Iwiso; sod
I tbei mdy tbhusAs bowq a ftm an hu dWM Im ,w
II*Lm fokr ws" bor lo own am tmiyd
"i ovain vm hm omow zismair awe* otbor
Aokg; ba w low g bd snr anso nab** .i b&Wm I *
Elai abea be awiri mi ched I q wibohb kin vowqfo
dYs n W" at nqinf I AWN to bup y nick at o
, Oxw* shor )J Inouds Usdor ndh bur sooe Mi M
mg. Mooskotdwn tby muudnm m. ofSeash kwbwd
to be puiab iwy uMv Her albmw& it int hou mm,
MAIOet it dmm on the table whS ibA as jaa te ing th theg
-dbte dk and~c sK t I mano vitaorLewi hod
wt bm oer Inat bure. OnS .vun Niyor wwo ahu
atm; "abe hi t- garn al top.dy. I h.Ehisd
11311 wh~sen atis" b7 a "MI kale hsa v a fr
so N*. AIM* loldog *9 sW kow kv book vM a sed
I bm"L RWPY~ dW bov& bw w U& pdby all
=Pmw; ad *b hawOwwl V O low 4M ad "04 bf
quit as UOWHaNMG by Nib i shit dew hi daughter
Avolts insfor Hw table aar #Askts%
She still adhered to her determinatio, however, to conal
her table koa her husbal and though he otied. se was
Im vivacious, perhaps he thought the madet of matroaly dig-
nity so becoming to his young wife, that he felt i dio&tin to
nd fiult with it. In the mean time, old Mrs. Hadl being con-
fied to her room with a violent influen, the rmn of govern-
ment were very unwillingly reigned into Emma's hands. What
endless charges she received about the dating and sweeping
and cooking, ending always with this soliloquy, as the door
closed upon Emma's retreating form, "I am a goose to tell her
any thing about it. She's as ignorant as a Hottentot,-it will all
go in one ar and out the other." And the old lady ons
spirit, as the vision of the nose of the tea-tte pointing te
wrong way, or the sauce-pan hung on the wrong nail, flitted
through her mind. Emma exerted herself to the utmot to
please her; but the gruel was always "not quite right," the
pillows not arranged easily behind her back, or she expected to
find "Bedlam let loose" when she got down stairs, and various
other encouraging progosticate of the same character.
Emma," said Harry," ow should you like living five miles
out of the city? Ihave seen a place that just suits my hay,
and I think of hiring it on trial."
Emma hesitated. She wished to ask, "Does you mother
go with s" but she only said, "I could not tel, der Harry,
how I should like the place, till I saw it; but I should far it
would take you too mnh rom me. It would sem so odd to
have Ae miles' distee between s for the oe day. Oh, r
very I shouldn't like it, Harry!" ad the thought of her
mother-in-law clouded her sunny b ad, in ss of hsa a
ter dropped on hr husban d' h.ad.
Well, dear Epma now very eat you will iBS it,"-
and his large dark eyes had a look iseii d t eTo ismle d:
even vith her is sm ad pad imn ab e inmg-" md
rm going to drive yoa ot thes this wry A m, a nd w'll
see," sid be, gily kissing her frebead.
"Oh, wht a little paradise, Harry I Loek at that hdm
of prairie Iroe II What splendid a tes I See owurthe wind
sweep the drooi~g Iran m cros e thal igp I And tha
itte low window lttdied ov with wet-brier; and that pe
ter ted fiower-garden- Harry "
Wll, let n go inside, Emaf and applying a key he
held in his hand, the door yielded to his tomch, ad they stood
iLby side in a little rtic paiour, finished imply, yet mo
tutefdly. Tables, stands, ad m tel covered with raes,
sending forth agranoe fro the sweetest of wild-wood lowrs;
the long white muslin certain looped away frm a widow,
whence could be seen wooded bi rt and i valley ad r ry
stream Then they seeAded into the old hmber, Uib was
quite Ms aeeeptiobble in its appointaekt Ema looked
about in bewildered wonder.
But who lives here w, Harry ?
"Nobody? What a these you areI To whom does all this
fraiture belong,-and who arranged every thing with sch ex-
quiite taste? I have been expecting every minte to see St
mistress of the m sion step out."
"4Well,there is" m id Barry, leading r gaily up to
the lookinggls. I only hope you admidn hr half as m
as I do. Do yka think re been blidadd sac beeaner
been dumb? Do you think re not sen my iipiritsd little
wife nugge g with trial day by day, -ri*g..mdm.l gI-
ing the vihar over h own girit, eiently am m M & ?
Do ym tbbk I mald m sA this, md ut thkk do va do
dmio lH#t 19 intSo wad r md tn md is gl Ii gd
Srsuky, u be pried hbisip to bhfhbnSL "And am
you wil have nobody to phm hue but me, Kmw Do you
t9&k tde tu& wid be difedtr
The mwr athoqh highl ambd ry to the ~bmd,
u not fiutad f yhr, Mde resdw; ua -h uie Fay
SI might have had twenty other anes, but that was the y
appellation I ee heard. It was, Get of the way, atty
-"I dare my Hatty broke that ase, or los that bookL-
"Dom't come here; what a fright you a, BattyL tit power
itive child almost felt as if she d the mak of Cain o p
her forehead. She had brothers ad it, but they wre
bright, ad secy, sad bold, sad mig; sand whea tey
wished to carry out a favourite scheme, could throw their Mr
about the parental neck, flatter ome weak ide, cay the day,
ad thn laugh at their javeile onreight; a their coan were
always iled, while poor Httyswere empty;-m she aid ll
thee things up in her little grieved heart, and, as she saw do.
plidty bette rewarded than meity, began to have tde I el
doubts whether the ible, that her fther read so m k out ed
was really tre; while Joseph's cot of many eolomw" l ted
eve before her tead u eyes. Ad her swet c li lmp
were heaked and crushed; and where the mweet wm rf ioe
and confidee old o habve a rup g up, the wedo ds t mad
suspicion took bitter root.
She took so part in the comvenrsaa ofthe e airWlek.
" Shewasu tpid," s they told her; and se d heard it 0
she believe it true. Sometimes, was w A a the ca, gms
talented person made part fthe hfily eib; ea M eas-lei
Hatty would la n in her coe t her grt wld ees dgwed
" Ou wATYT."
and burned li living coals o re. But then was oe spot
where none disputed Hattys right to reign,-a little only room
at the top of the house, which she had ted up in her own wild
way, and where she was fee from reproof or intrusi.
You should have seen her there,-with her little yearnin
heart hlf broken by neglet,-doubtl of her own powers, ad
weeping nsc passionate tears, that he was so stupid, and gly,
and disagreeable," that nobody could ever love her I And so she
made friends with the holy stars, the leecy oods, and the bril-
lint rainbow, the silver moonbeam, and the swit lightning; aad
an artist eye, seeing her soul-lit face at that small window,
might have aned her some Italian improvietrice. Thie
the fetters fell off the soul was free, and the countanee mir-
rored it forth. Back in the family rcle, she was again "Our
That young daughter of yours dihe very much frm the
rest o the family, Mr. Lee," si a maiden lady who was visit-
"Yes, yesl" said the old man, with a esrug. She don't
look much like a Lee; in fact, she's very plain. She's a range,
unaccontable child,-likes her own company better than any
body's ele, and don't care a rushlight for all the nick-nacks
other girls are testing for. Sometimes I think se belongs to
another brood,-got hanged in the cradle, or something."
"How doe she speed her timer mid Mis Tabetha.
"F sure I don't know. Wife says he has a little den at
the top t the houe, where ds sit sar-gauing. Qg r child,
that Batty I-plain a a pikerstf;" aad Mr. Lee took up his
nwpaper, ad put is feet o te mste.
Miss Tabetha was oocaded. She had an unammmly.
" o0 mIumr.
wam heart r a old Maid. Shehad Iwl bmr sa pa ;--
oe wised she hd, ju to lmr rom peqb le a a i re
.he'd ha mde Shead inwardly resolved to owr m-se
IBp, tap, on the door f Htty's litte den-what arth
did it me? She hoped they were not going to take that
away rom her; and with a guilty, ightened look, bse d yesd
the door. Mims Tabetba entered.
"Are you vexed with me for coming hee, child? Yom
don't look glad to ee me."
"No, no!" aid Batty, pe hing back a tangled ma of drk
hair; "but it's o odd you hd ld wat to come. Nobody eer
wanted to ee me before."
S"And why not, Hattyr
"Wel, I don't know," sid she, with touabig maeke
and simplicity; "anlem it' beca Irm 'ftapid, and agly, aad
"Who told you that, atty?"
'"Al of them down sta sid m he; "aad I do't cae
about it, oly-oly,"--ad the tea rolled down her &hee,-
"it is o dreadful to fel that nobody can love me I
Miss Tabetha id, "Humph r
"Hatty," Mid she, "eome here. Do you ever look in the
"Not imnce a long while," said the yong gil, shrining
"Come here, ad look in thi little n Do ym m
those lea, dark, Might my aofeyours? Do yr ee tat wea
of rave hair, which a sI ha ight eder a e*Ly,
instead of that tanld dematy ? Do yem se them lhe,
s e limbs, which a ltle care tai ght rW der
" IM 1a ."
gusM as the swaylg will? The is ileae on yaw
ew, soul in yor y; your Teie has a to.ilg heaemm.
Hatty, you are a gem in the ough;-you eammot be '*gly;'
but listen to me. It is every woman's duty to be lovely and
atkmctive. You have ndersat and neglected yoursm my
poor child Natre ha b a no ig toyou. Idonotmay
ths to aake you ain, but to ispre you with a Poer aon-
fidence in yourself But-what have we here?" as a large
portfolio ll at har ftet.
"0 Mim Tabetha, please don't I Its only a little scribbling,
jut when I felt wretched I-plese dot r
"Yes, but I shall, though. It's just what I want to ee
most;" and she went on reading paper aer paper, while Hatty
stood like a culpit before her. When she had Anised she
id very dswly and delibately:
"Hatty, ome here! Did you know that you were a.
"A what, Mi Tabeths?"
"A geim, you deia little bit o impicity,-- genius
You'll know h enough what it mem; ad to thik I should
have been the het to fhd it out r and she eaht the mtat ed
child in her arms, and kissed her, til Hatty thought a geius
mat be the mot delightful thing in the world, to bring so much
love with it.
"Look hee, Hatty,-doe any body know thisr holding
up the manmcripts.
Batty shook het
"o* m th better. 'taplM g ly, anh ie esal r
&h&G1M Doye Mw rm in ro w iyrm i sa the
liHt eM mld. "We shall se w w s fse, HatLty"
ve eas bh sawayq A am W a qbe al
to Hatty. Sh blad pos ito a td, paeiM wme. Ar
step was Hr W --w ee- bleoild, e rkin y,
if tried by the le of art,-- d yet, who th wM led it
ever-varying expreuion would stop to acitidm N o e send
to aulyas the ahm. She prodneld the lt d beety; Abe
was magmti; ds was ha.tingty. 1Mie Tabeft was ol-
hed;-"-he knew it would be Jj mo."
They had ahost orgtten her at Lee H se. OMs is a
while they wondered "if Miir Tabeth w~ t tied tf her."
Mis Tabeth thuit be woMd let them bakw. Unsl ided
was their amazement, when Mis Tabetha ushered Or Haty"J
ia. It was immeonuIael She wma rmly "asbh t pretyr"
Still thee was the me wnat heart in thir maer to hr;
and the litd old mid oiUM m v h ep wIt v hea ,
had sh not hba powered reaso db frheqe qdht
"By the way, Mis Tabeth," said Mr. Lee, "as you are
Sablue-stocking, can you enlighten me as to the author of that
charming little volume of poems, which has I all the litery
world astir? It isn't often I get upon stilts, but rd gire some-
thing to see the woman who wrote it."
Mis Tabeth's time had come. Her eyes twinkled with
maliious delight. She handed him a volume, saying, "Well,
here is a book I was commissioed to give you by the anthem
Mr. Lee robbed his glanes, set them astride his noes, a
read the allowing on the fly-leaf:
"To my dear hther, James Lee; rom his afdetiote
daughter, The Author."
,40 Om IArr."
Mr. Lee aq W hefrm hb hir, sa dssiu g h i oild by both
hands, *culate, Hatty Lee I m prod.d a ye"
Tears gathered sloly her large eyes, a she said, Oh,
not that! Dear fater, fold me one to you heart, and my,
'Hatty, I loe yo l'"
Her bed sak pon his holder. The old mans d his
child's heat at lasrt; he sw it all,-aU her bhildish nhappi-
neme,- d, as he kied her brow and cheek ad lipe, mid,
in a choking vioe, "Forgive your old father, Hatty!"
Her had wa a hid upon hi lip, while mile ad tears
chased over her face, like aine and shadow over an April
Oh, what is fam to a woman? Like the "apphs of the
Dead e,"-fairt to the sight, ahe to the toch I F m the
depths of he uM& dl art cometh ear a voice that will not
be hushed,-Take it all bak, only give me love!
TWO IN HEAVEN.
"You hve two children" mid I.
"I have fo" was the reply; "two on emrth two in
There spoke the mother! Still he, only gone bho I"
Sti e bere d, loved, ad cberished, by the erth a at the
bord;-their plc not yet flled; even though their macem
draw life from the sme hithf best where their dying head
"Two in heaen
Safely homed fom torm and tempet. No ikad s there,
nor drooping hed, or Ading eye, nor weary e By the
green patur tm ded by the good Shepherd, ler the btio
las of the heavenly Md.
Two in heaen "
Earth es attractive. Eternity narr. Inrab rd
drawing the material soul upwards. Still BmaI" tr s ever
whispering, Come I to the worid-weary sirit.
Two in heaven !"
Mother of angels I Walk softly -holy .ey watch thy
footstept- hrb form bend to listed Kee thy irit fre
from uth-taint; so shalt thou "go to thm," thi h "they
may not retr to thee r
on, T a TOImros Ws' AIwJION.
A DamTN UL suamer we pansed, to be sur, at the Hotl,
in the quiet village of S--. A collection of prettier women,
or nM gentlemanly agreeable men, wer never thrown together,
by the necessity of seeking country quarter in the dog-day.
Fahion, by common consent, was laid upon the sh a, and com-
foit and smiling fes were the natural result Hmbad took
the cam in the morning r the cit, rqoikig in lie coats
and pants and loose neek-tie; while their wives we' really
independent till their return, in Sowing mulM wrapper, not too
dainty for the wear and tear o litte cdimbg fh ht h rom
the meadow or wild wood.
There were no separate cliquee or et." Nobody kn ew,
or inquired, or cared, whether your great pgranther had his
har hod, ho r shod hones fr other people. The diea were
not afraid of smutting their fingers, or their reputation, if they
washed their children's faes; and did not comider it neemary
to faten the door and ose the blinds when they replaced a
misg lton on their hubhd's waistaud, or mended a nSed
Plety of ft, plenty breath sweet air, lenty lidrep,
and plenty of oom for them to play in. A short nap in the
ateroon, a little additional cae in ranging tmled ringlets,
and in girding a resh robe rnd the wait and they were
al seated, in the cool of the eveg, on the long pm, mling,
" r iAXL."
hpl, a e zpta, m the awelr l ma med tm Ma of
their hm4 lors k h d ety,h ta e it. ItMwina sd
to me their bumine faes brighten as ma h hir wk
fonwrd, and relieved them fre tae lits paels d am
paper thy eied in tdir hea, ad aUm a wel wa t
as the cool feh air that ftaed their heated femh d. A col
bath, a den dickey, aad they were prmeset at the pper-
taeb, where merry joe ew round, and city nwa die-
cussed between the fagrat cps o tea, and each m mea M
love with his pretty wife over again,-or his neighbor's, if he
It was ooe haraomu lhppy family I Mrs.- d er
husband wer the priae miunter of fa ad bol in the
establishment. It was she who concoded all the gae and
cbmaide and riddl, that sea -urw ay dshts vbge fr
ad wide, as we It i the evening oe the ild g mee" i.
It wasu e who played the piea, ad lieh, ak dv a -
theold hay-crt; the berry partie, and omp as toe pm;
and the lleh oasy uper in the bask perlor, j", hire
bed-time, that nobody but henef co ud h e waed o t ( d
fly old landlord. It was she who salted ow e@be sad
gazed ear tost; it was she who made p hr n, and wte
vea; it was he who sewed p pockets in overoeea a&
eign or dipei doe sdb in water; it was de wA v1e d a
the sik dMi in the heas; it was se who out ot t s
and pla rio and ~ for ilM i ot ; it wa sh vhw
as her a the ad meery where, h embedlit of ms-
dud al he md himn-- ; Mad as- ae ew p her -hemi-
Imad, ith her wger her p, beat a see M w pek,
-he wal leek der her with a pon, happy a, m l do.
qmt tS wads.
4 UM DAY$T" 02,
He was the handomest man I ever saw-tall, Oin- ing
and elegant, with dark-blue eyes, a dasi of during ubck
har, gitterig white teeth, and a form like Apolo's. ary
was 0s proud of him I She would always watch his eye hen
she meditated any little piece orogomr, and it was discontinued
or perfected as he read its language. He was jut the man to
appreciate her,-to understand her sensitive, enthusiastic nature,
-to know when to check, when to encourage; and it needed
but a word, a look, for her whole soul went out to him.
And so the bright summer day sped fleetly on; and now
autumn had come with its gorgeous beauty, and no one had ou-
rage to speak of breaking up our happy circle; but, h, there
came one, with stealthy steps, who had no such scruples I
The mrry shot of the children is huhed in the wide balls;
anio a h are grouped on the piazza; for in a darkeed noo
abore lie M y's pnely husband, delirious with fewer I The
le has fed her lip, the rose her cheek; her eye is humid with
tears that never hl; day and night, without sleep or food, she
keep untiring vigil; while,-uc onsious of her presence,-in
toes that pierce her heart, he calls unceasingly for "my wife"
She puts back the tangled masses of dark hair om heis bated
forehead; she passes her little hand coaingly over it; she hears
not the advie of the physician, "to procure a nurse." She fears
not to be alone with him when he is ra She tes no oe
that on her delicate breast she bears the impre of an (alst)
deadly bow Am the had that was never before raised t to
hes her. And now th physician, wo has ome eae, twise,
thrive a day m the city, tells the aaxio pep in th6 ha
that his padiet et die. Not oame ha ak the news to fh
wretchedMaryl I There is little need i She has med in thesr
TIe YU V13's5 AIUOON.
hoes with a krn agmind i arest ; she "h as l as Nm-
tion, but he knows it al; and her heart is dyg wih t
No entreaty, no peranuion, can draw her fro the bedde.
The old doctor, with tearful eyes, pases hi a rom d her
trembling farm, and ys, "My child, you srnot med the Mnxt
hor-leave him with me."
A moae shake of the head is her only amwer, a de
takes heerset pin by her hbinad, d pesses her oehead
low pon tht cmy hand, praying God that he may die
An hour of time-an eternity of agony-has passed I A
finting, onresisting form is borne rom that chamber of death.
Beautiid as pie of rane slpture ies the hubandl-
no traces of pain on lip or brow; the long, heay lahes lie pr
the marble cheek; the ren locks, damp with the dew of d t,
clustared prosnsely round the nole forehead; those cLielled *Is
are gloioy batifl in their pose I Tearsn fll l ra
fom indly eyes; serants pass to and ro, repectlaly, with
measured tried; kind hands am busy with rain attempts to mt
store nimatn to the fainting wife. Oh that bitter, bitter wak-
ing -for she does wake. God pity her
Her hand is passed slowly arons her forehead; she remem-
bersn-she is a widow! She looks about the room-there s hi
hat, his coat, his cane; and now, indeed, alp throws here
with a burst of passionate gri into the arms of the ol phy-
an, who ays, betwixt atear a smile," Now, God be prid,
-she weeps I
And so, with the fulling leaes of atuma, "the Great Beeper
gathered in our noble iend. Why should I dwell the agony
of the gentle wife; or ten bher et to her desolate home in
the ity; of the dispol of the ra pictures and statuary col-
46" UMMu DAYS."
leed to gae itse w s by the neasd tute d ir periser; of
the eesamry dipoal of every article dof ry; of her emoval
to plain lodging, where cariom people pelated upon her Wi-
tory, and marked her mointemed eyes; of the long, interminable,
wretched days; of the wakeful rights, wrhenhe la with her
cheek pressed against the sweet, fatherem ild of her love; of
her nitiring efforts to seek an honurabe independent ppoct?
It is bet ua eery-day history, bt-God knows-it erbdi g
weight d ago is none the les keenly fet by the saferer
COFOORT uia TlEE WIDOW.
A Lmz thdwims boy, bur your do vol qism th leer,
unomled by hitsys. Catohiag ight dbim oiesh osm~
the tmu. hR Wioksad 60, b e qg to hw id&, mod poig
c l in bar boo, a bepat b tt band in bsMhhl
"Yo otelnede omhat Dy yow
teeum young nee. This wmosinhig I& to Ie Lw; ami
ane mbe t.. wbis o em yew Mub Wb t bow& y Rt uhd.
" Atbame ypoumymot UjmyU a siidnhpewd "yodre
ormd nust reedw s soout; a lmk pg., is beb 1by yew
hmiAiW WAlWYU0; A a17101V0ue,0to hop upess ad pm;
0 m, Ir pmot, to -d feebig% ow d dew ; a d&go r
that Amu nd t exhle in the n of do ddliw; @%i, fo
wbm a U"iW roW mot be noa; a duh", ineaI n ds
a "gekm hs mount bepoed; a UIb e humb," to be led to
the "Good Sbesrd r
"Yo'wvegotne r AyI (iad uthis sonmyhamit
unavailing madmes lot he "coleb the sk of Vdd m ammid
ai i toys. Tom& bi net, by you o IIIg that
or PFWW $lnth ut hI AsLLae; tacbMiR to lov MIN,
uualso intdo ky mod Mu in rooknd sod ; feae bs isew
Hin in th clood n in theq&=nI youIh bwreyew &my
ham; tfift a void eve th litbLe W4 btd my sot fig;
but there isl astM ma B. Hu, MeO ye hm etwa."
THORNS FOR THE ROSE.
"IT will be very ridilous in you, BOse, to refe to give up
that child," id a dark-looking man to the petty widow Selde.
"Think what a relief it will be, to have oe of your bildren
taken offyour hands. It cots something to live now-adays,"
and Uncle Ralph scowled porteatously, and pushed his pre far-
ther down in is cot-pooket; "and you know you have another
mouth to feed. They'll educate her, ohe and feed her, and-"
"Yes" aid the impetmous, an-hearted mother, ring
quickly hr her chair, and tting her little down in a very
determine m aer upon the floor, while a bright f m paed
over her esk,-" yes, Balph, and teach her to forget and dis-
repec her mother "
PMhw, Boae, how abrd Shell outgrow all that when
dhe ges to be a woman, even if they sceed now. Would you
stand in your own child's light ? She^ill be an heire, if you
act like a seMuible woman; and if you persist in rl ng, yoU
may lie to se the day when be will reproach y or it."
Thi let argument cared ome weight with it; sall hi
Se.an t down deatedly, and s ded her litte hnd in her
p. She had not thought e. She might be taken away,
and little Kathleen reed to tl r daily bred.
Unae Ralph sw the advral ge h ad printed, Mal leir-
minelto pure it; fr he hada gr i r being obliged
ersauly to provide for them M-I
Come, Bo sdetit thers li so som; pt it down,
T3O3I ion mSa UU0.
now, in black and white, and send dt the letter ber e oe
your sft wamanish Ats comes on gain," nad he puhed a sheet
of paper towards her, with pen and ink
Jut then the door burst open, and little Kathee eme
bounding in from 4r play, bright with the loveliness of yoth
and health, and springing into her mother's lap, and clasping her
neck, owned from beneath her curs at Unde alph, whom she
suspected somehow or other to be connected with the tea-drop
that was trembling on her mother's long eye-lahes.
I can't do it, Ralph," aid the young widow, claping her
child to her breath, and raining tears and smiles enough upo
her to make a mental rainbow.
"You are a fool" said the vexed man, "and you'lllie to
hear somebody there tell you so, rm thinking;" .ad he slammed
the door in a very suggestive manner as he passed ot.
Poor Mrs. Selden I Stmed by the sdde death ofa bs-
band who was all to her that her warn heart arved, she d
the more cosely to his children. No woman ver knew better
than ose Selden the undying love of a mother. The ofr that
had been made her for Kathleen was from distant relatives of
her husband, of whom she~aew little, except that Mr. and Mrs.
Clair were wealthy and childless, a had found a great deal of
falt with her husband's choice of a wife. They had one made
hera short visit; and, somehow or other, all the time they were
there-and it seemed a little eternity to her fr that very maso
--henever dared to creep to her husband's sid, or slide her le
hand in his, or pass it cassingly over his brad white forehead,
or run into the ha for parting kiss, r do any thing, in ht,
save to sit up straight, two league off, ad be proper
Now yo may be sa tis was a l ry er ti to bie
MYa:me, who was vedt mouh to tIk that lhMal wm
TBOX 1FOBR TR13 3C0.
itemded to love, and who owned a hart quite as large a
tde woman could conveniently carry about. She saw nothing
on earth so beautiful as those great dark eyes of his, especially
when they were bent on her, nor heard any music to compare
with that deep, rich voice; and though sp had been married
any happy year, her heat leped at the sound ao his footstep
a it did the first day he caled her "wife."
Cared "the Great Reaper" for that? Stayed he for the
clasped hands of entreaty, or the scalding tear of agony? Backed
he that not one silver thread mingled in the dark locks of the
strongman? No by the deolation of that widowed hart, no!
he laid his icy finger on those lips of love, and chilled that warm
brae heart, and then turned coldly away to meek another victim.
And Boe presed hi children to her heart with a deeper love,-
a love born of sorrow,-and id, We will not part. She knew
that fgers that never toiled before must toil cesingly now.
She knw, when her hat was sad, there was no broad beat to
lea upon. She had already seen dys that seemed to have no
end, aging their slow weary length long. She dared not go
to a drawer, or trunk, or escritoire, lest some memento of him
isld meet her eye. She struggled bravely through the day to
keep bck the tears, for her children's sake; but night came,
wien those little restless imbe needed a respite even from play,
when t lite prattling voices were hushed, and the bright eye
prmed beneath its snowy hd; theb, indeed, the long petp
i hl in ceek though the day by a mother's muelfsh love,
t forth; till, h laste with temar vigil, he woad mep
at the grey dawn between the rsy little leeprs and, estling
cloe to their Uosem.g oes, krem od knows how mokingly
-E bony hems ath twoM aaer -;s, -SO L ii
A3iA4ktheslowI eteek ulgubg; theinadwb .
TIMMS 0mB TO amE.
*st Seocedein d llse om.1 g deadf; the hem h awn lowly
e n obem acng brow; wte str to remu; r I Tm the
opening eye, the unfamiliar objects, the strange, new, a room;
nong hor-like but those sleeping orphuu I
God help the widow!
And now, a if her cup of bitterness were not fl, little
Kathleen m t leave her. Mut it be? She peeed the room
that night after Unde Ralph had left her, and thought of his
words, She may live to tell you so." Then she went to the
bed-side, and parted the clustering hair from Kathleen's forehead,
and marked with a mother's pride the sweet, careless grace of
those dimpled limbs, and noted each dining curl. There were
the others long lashes, his brow, his straight classic profile.
Oh, what would he tell her? And then old memories came back
with a rushing tide that swept all before it PoorBose I
Kathleen sirs uneasily, and calls "aimma" and miles in
her deep. Oh, how could she part with that little loving heart ?
Countless were the caresses she received from her every hour.
Watchful and sensitive, she noted every shade of sorrow on her
mother's face, and, by a thousand mute remonstrances, testified
her unspoken sympathy. That little impulsive heart would be
cased in an armour of frigidity at Clairville. She might be sad,
or sick, or dying; and Rose shuddered, and at still earer to her
child. What companionship would she have? what moral in-
fluence exerted? Might sde not even be weaned from the heart
she had lin beneath?
Ah, Uncle Ralph! you little knew, as you st in yaor ofie
the next morning, and folded a little ip.of paper back in its
envelope, po rhic was wri tten th M 1k words, "*ath-
lee dal go,-you little kw at what cost I You miked
D0 THORN$ 0K TB nOIL.
not the blistered paper and the unsteady pen-marks, as you
smiled satisfactorily, and sid, "Very concise and sensible for
Uncle Ralph did think of it again once, as he walked hom
to his dinner; but it was only to congratulate himself that if
Rose should be unable to support herself,-which he doubted,
-there would be one le for him to look after As to a
woman' tears,-pehawl they were always crying for some-
thing; if it wasn't for that, it would be for something else.
We will pass over the distressful parting between mother
and child. The little trunk was duly packed; the little clasp
Bible down in one corner. A book-mark, with a lamb em-
broidered upon it, was dipped in at these words,-" Suffer the
little children to come unto me, and forbid them not." Mother's
God wold care for Kathleen; there was sweet comfort in that.
And so Bose choked back her tears, and unclasped again
and again the little clinging arms from her neck, and bade her
sunny-haired child "good-by and laughed hysterically, as the
little hand waved another and a last adieu. Even Uncle Ralph
felt an uncomfortable sensation about his fifth button, gave his
dicky a nervous twitch, and looked very steadily at the top of
the opposite houses!
Two months had passed Little Kthleen sat very quiet in
that heated, close schoolroom. There was a dark shadow under
her eyes, either frm illness or sorrow, and her bee was very
pale.. BRoe had written to her, but the letters wre in the grave
of Mrs. Clars pockets, never to be uretionise; so Kath-
leen was none the wiser or happier. USle Balph madeit a
TBOnS 1 0 TIa mO.
prin pleb vr to think of any thing that i pired hbs digetios;
s hbe disind al anu thoughts o, r arn for, his aie,
and made no inquiries; because he was imly of the opinoa,
that "where a ignorae s bls, 'ti folly to be wise"
You are' unommonly obtuse about your l ae this aorn-
ing," said athleen's tutor; "you've told me twihe tat France
was bounded south by the Gulf of Mexico. What are you think-
ing about?" id he, as he grasped her am.
Sir?" aid little Kathen, abstractedly.
S"I ay, what aib you, to be so stpid this morning?" aid
"My head aches badly," id Kathleen; "sad--nr-
And what?' said Mr. Smith.
"And-I-want-to se-my-mother!" aid the child,.
with a burst of tears.
"Fiddlestick" said the amiable Mr. Smith; "if he eand
muh about yo, I reckon e would have written to yam b re
now. Mrs. Clair thinks s's married again, or sominme g of
that drt; so don't worry your head for nmmese. How's Frae
The division-lines on the atas were quite concealed by Kat
lee's tea; so she was ordered into the presence of her gri
relative, who comaed ad threatened in ain, and finay ent her
For two long weary months the free glad spirit of the child
had been fettered and cramped at Clairrille. No oae spoke to
her of home or her mother; or, if they chanced to memtiss the
latter, it was always in a aslrring, sneering mner, more painfl
to the loring slenitire child tham their ailoac. But why di
nmamm not write ?-that was the oly wearing thugh by day
ad night. And so Kathlee drooped, and lot oaour and splWr,
TROXIS 10x T3B BOW.
and walked lik am asua at up and down the i~ffgail-
walk, and at up straight ad "tued at her t as she
was bid; and had a quick, tightened, ertwo mnaer, as if she
were constantly in fear of reproof or rnmiment
"Bridget" aid Mrs. Clair, "how is Katlee? got over
her hysterics? I ust Iek her of that"
Dear heart, no, m'a She's jut fitting the mel out of
her, for a sight of her mother; it's after, I i'po," said Bridget,
polishing her face with her checked apro.
"Sta, Bridget! The child's just like her mother; and
that's saying enough I However, give her a little valerian, and
sleep at the side of her bed to-night I'll look in, in the morn-
ing," said the angular lady, as she smoothed out her dress and
And so Bridget, obedient to orders, stretched her stout Irish
lh at the ie of the bed," though she might as well have
bee in Irelad as there, hr any repone she made to that p -
tive pettio, through the lug night, "Oh, do all my maa !
please call my mam- a
And so night passed; and the golden morning light stre ed
in upon the waxen ace of little Kathleen. No breath came from
those parted lip; so ringlet stirred with life; the heads lay
e tly beside her, ad the lat tear she would ever shed lay
glittering like a gem upon her cheek I
"Balplh" aid iMr Selde, "I shall start f r Clairvi
So-moao; I can say away fam Kathleen no longer."
Yoll be mad if yr do," aid Uncle Balph; the cid'
well mngh, or yn would hbr; yeo can't expect theia t he
wiin~g a th time. Ye waeoe illa be a Mrry ae, I am
tB ye; so tae my advie, ad let wl almn."
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Mrs. Selden made no reply, but began to pack her trnk,
and Uncle alh left the house.
In about an hour's time he returned, and found BoRe trying
in vain to clap the lid of her tun
Do come here, Ralph," aid she, without looking up, "and
settle this refactoi loek. De r little KaW Irve crammed
so many traps in here for her. How glad she will be to see
me" and she tuned and looked up, to see why Ba di't
Brow, cheek, ad lip, wre in an instant blached to male
palme A mother' quick eye had sped is to pe the aad
If yo viit the laic.asylum at--, you ill. a Wm
beautiful woman, her glosy riglets lightly threaded with A .
Day after day she paces uq a down that lug ariilr, aad
sas,,i heart-eadi tam, to emryo ase mues "Oh, d
acl my mmmU a Won't youplease mca my assEM
"Marl" mid the younger of two little girls, u they nestled
under a core coverlid, one cold night in December, tell me
about Thanksgivingday before papa went to heaven. rm cold
and hungry, and I can't go to deep;-I want something nice to
"Hh h!" sid the elder child, "don't let dear mamma
hber you; come nearer to me;"-and they laid their cheeks
"I aey papa wasrich. We lived in a very nice house. I
hw their were pretty pitures on the wall; and there were
nice velvet chair, and the carpet was thick and so, like the
green mom-patches in the wood;-and we had pretty gold-ish
on the side-table, and Tony, my black nurse, used to feed them.
And papa 1-you can't remember papa, Letty,-he was tall and
grand, like a prince; and when he smiled, he made me think of
angels. He brought me toys and sweetmeats, and carried me
out to the stable, and set me on Romeo's live back, and laughed
because I ws afraid! And I used to watch to see him come
up the street, andthen run to the door to jump in his arms;-
he was a dear, kind pp," sid the child, in a faltering voice.
"Don't cry," said the little one; "please tell me some
"Well, Thanksgiving-day we were so hap ; we sat around
Wb a large table, with so many people,-arns and uncles nd
TwAusw n sI sr. 7
cosins,-I cant think why they never ese to se u aow,
Lety,-nd Betty made such sweet pie, sad we had a bi big
turkey; and pap would have me sit next to him, and gve me
the wish-bone, ad all the plum out of his pudding; and after
dinner he would take me in his lp, ad ten me 'BedBidig
Hood,' and cab me 'pet,' ad 'bid,' and ry.' 0 Ltty, I
can't tell any more; I believe rm going to ary."
"rm very cold," id Letty. "Does papa know, up in
heaven, that we are poor and hungry now?"
S" Yes-no-I can't tel," answered Mary, wiping away her
tea; unaae to reconcile her ideas of heaven with such a
thought. "Hush I-mamma win hear 1"
Mama had "heard." The coae garment, upon which she
had toiled since surie, dropped from her hand, ad tear wae
efring themenes, thibk and fast, through her dosed sed.
The simple rental found but too ad an echo in that widowed
n WILL S M HTK."
"IT is rely very uafhtante, that forgery of Mr. Grut'. I
don't see what will become of Emma. I presume she wa't
think of holding up her head after it I dare ay she will xpet
to be a the Mae terms with her friends befre,--bt the
"Quite imptibe 1" aid the gay M Blair, aging her
ringi; the a ha dragged his family down with hi, ad
there's no help for it, that I can see."
He has no family but Ema," said her friend, "and I sp-
pose ime benevolent soul wil look after her; at any rate, it
don't concern us;" and the two friends (?) tied on their hat for
Emma Grant was, in truth, almost broken-hearted at this sad
fans pa of her father's; but, with the limited knowledge of
human nature gleaned from the experience of a sunny life of
eighteen happy years, he doubted not the willingness of old
friends to assist her in her determination to become a teacher.
To oe after another of tse summer iends she applied for
patronage. Some wouldn'tt in condence recommend the daug-
ter of a defalter;" some, les free-spoken, went m the non-
committal systa--" would tLk of it, ad let her hew,--
taking very good a not to specify ay purtfeir time fr tti
"U IwL n r
ao papse; -ti, who IAi Mot wist dk -- s- t
med by the uigt d bhr, advised her, v7s y M iYtmtall Is *'
back into the cotry somewhr, ad oepy tdh laip-aLi
postioa d making hrmlf giemRaly ieM em I
haily;" other, still, dge the qMtim by hm* e-m
Smeding her to appl to psaos d Ipate ismee dthm &am.
elve; amd on e d mA "mwishd r wel Mad bhqd aWl
nMeceed,"-thouht it very piseworthy thet ;b dMu try t
do mvasthing r here, but eeamed mravoly amri tit it
auld be out of their lattade ad lomnitde; sad so, day or
day, footore ad wary, Emma reached ome vit a diem
rage beat, sad a ml ecanictio d the sdhdm a1 hdoew-
eartedne of hra uaotm
Ia me of te dimse r ge moods sle maelltd her b d
friend Mr. Bliss. How e s she aould not have thoht d
m lbefire I Se ihd elaa khospiy atertadinl l, a sbe
prmio at er fat & 's ta ; be stood va hi ih notes
a pios m, ad vey bieveslely iined; ihe mey ~wi
beh l ith hi idnae the tcild his Ldi t*ugh fg
riL With renewed eomar she td a her Mli et sit,ad
set out in sarch of dim. She b rtastb iu diz l g in ;
but, h I where was the old fuk mile sad extaMd ~a d
fidhi? Mr. BlW mght e b erd at ofd wod fo
ay dormsatia t eider that rse todd A vry di
bow, ad a aerm twitch of hbis waivtid ua her mly rng
nation. With diaclty bshe choked down the rebelli eli
that mnt the Su to h r chek ad thde iima iem ti her
ees, as she snoaM tei d ny ev u g he had i ned a
wo AP, Ptok this hqmbre4W dsd, a id dn
the ygeage d her vii. Mr. Ui, empihlg M elf -
"is de apparently Nza-s s 60t0 spq
OU smM rmnom; ox,
with an air that Mid, "If you wre not a wman, I hould't
Sheitate to shw you the door in a civil way; but as it i, though
I may listen, that's all it will amount to." Like many other per-
sons in a like dilemma he quietly made up his mind that if he
could succeed in irritating her suiciently to rouse her spirit, he
would in all probability be sooner rid of her; so he remarked
that it was "a very bad affir, that of her father's; there could
be but one opinion about its disgraceful and dishonourable na-
ture; that, of course, she wasn't to blame for it, but she couldn't
expect to keep her old position now; and that, in short, under
the circumstances, he didn't feel a if it would be well for him to
interfere in her behalf at present. He had no doubt in time she
might live down' her father's disgrace;" and so he very com-
frtably seated himself in his leather-backed arm-chair, aad took
up a book.
A deep-red spot burned on Emma Grant's cheek, as she re-
traced her steps. Her lithe form was drawn up to its full height;
there was a re in her eye, and a firmness and rpidity in her
step, that betokned a new energy. She would not be crushed
bysuch selish cowardice and pusillanimity; she would succeed-
and unaided too, ave by her own invincible determination. It
must be that she should triumph yet.
"Will is might," sid4lm, as she bent all her powers to
the accomplishment of her purpose; and when was that motto
ever known to fail, when accompanied by a sprit undiscouraged
It did not. True, Emma rose early, and sat up late; she
lived a mere crest; he was a stronger to luxury, and many
time to nemary comforts. Her pillow was ofen wet with tears
hrom over-tmed spirits and failing strength; the malious meer
other il-juding, oad the croaking prophey othe illNatured,
"WnLLm na Ti."
fell upon her senitve ear; old fiends, who had at azd dmk
at her tble, "passed by on the other de;" s d. t re w athe
usual number of good, cautious, timid soul, who stood oa th
'fence, ready to jump down when her position was certain, ad
she had placed herself beyond the need of their msstane I Fore-
most in this rank was the correct and proper Mr. Bli, who
soiled no pharisaical garment of his by juxtaposition with any
known sinner or doubtful person.
At the expiration of a year Emma's school contained pupils
from the first families in the city, with whose whole education
she was entrusted, and who, making it their home with her, re-
ceived, out of school-hours, the watchfl care of a mother. It
became increasingly popular, and Emma was able to command
her own price for her services.
"Why don't you send your daughter to my ied Miss
Grant?" said Mr. Bliss to Senator Hall; "she is a little po-
t4ts of mine-nice young woman -came to me at the ooB.
mencement of her school for my patronage;-the comnequnce
is, she has gone up like a sky-rocket. They call it the 'Model
Condescending Mr. Bliss It was a pity to take the non-
sense out of him; but you should have seen the crest-falen
expression of his whole outer man, as the elegant widower he
addressed turned on him a look of withering contempt, saying,-
The young woman of whom you speak, sir, will be my wife
before the expiration of another week; and, in her me and
mine, I thank you for the very liberal patronage and the mnly
encourageen you extended to her youth and helpes.mess in
the hour of need 1"
It is needles to add how many times in the course ofthe
62 sum a n1XmrM.
hlwing week the iht of--- w h had Ibfd it
savni t etidly to fwLge the exisce otlim Emm Gant,
were heard to inteord their coneati with "My friend
M. Sector Hll."
Alas, poor human tre I
No, never! Every cloud has a silver lining; and He who wove
it knows when to turn it out. So, after every night, however
long or dark, there shall yet come a golden morning. Your
noblest powers are never developed in prosperity. Any bark
may glide in smooth water with a fvouring gle; but that is a
brave, skill oarman who rows up stream agust the current,
with adverse winds, and o cheering voice to wish him God
speed Keep your head above e wave; let neither al
deair nor w weak vaillat drag yo under. Heed not the
poisoned arrow of sneaking treachery that whizzes past yoa frem
the ore. Juds sold hiesf when he od his Maser; ad fr
him there dawned no resurrection morning I 'Tis glri to
battle'on with a brave heart, while cowering p-liaimiy
tmrn trembling back. Dream not of the word rraderl"
When one ail human reed after another breaks, or bends be-
neath you, lean on the "Bock of Ages." The Great Architect
pease you through the fimasee bt to purify. The Ie my
scorch, but it shll never consume you. He will yet kb you
" fine gold." The narrow path may be thorny to your tender
feet; but the promisedd land' lie beyond! The d ter of
hope may be seen with the eye of ith; yor had shall yt
grasp them; your eye revel, fem the mouta top, over the
green pat s d still waters of peace. Ye sihll yet nmb le
ye dirty armour, while aso bI sem dmell as yr visw r
8mpl. R4-- S
"AlW mr lol if thi be al,
And Mn&t beyod, O rth r'
"'TI a girl,ir; my lady has a daughter."
Heaven be praised said the discontented father of six un-
ruly boys. "Now I shall have something gentle to love. Small
couot to me, those boys; house topsy-turvy from morning till
night, with their guin, fihing-tackle, pointers, setter, hounds,
piels, and what not. Tom's college-bills perfectly ruinous-
horse, oysters, and cigars all lumped under the general head of
ef-edowr ; I understand it all-or my pare does But this
little gentle girl,-limbing upon my knee, making music and
smunmine in the house with her innocent face and silver laugh,
-this little human blossom by life's rough thorny wayside, shell
make amends. rm not the happiest husband in the world; my
het shall nd a resting-place here. She must be highly edated
ad accomplished: I shall pare no pain to eect that. Ah, I
ee, after all, I shall have a happy old age"
Very lovely was the little Cele. She had her mother's oft
hel eye and waving auburn hir, and her bther's Greian pro-
fle. There as a winning weetea in her mile, ad grace and
poetry in very motion. It was a pretty eight, hr gode trsse
miinig withose silver loc, as he rested h bight head
agamit the old man's cheek. Eve "the boys" could harbour
no anger at her quiet reign. She wound hermf quite a dsely
around their hearts. Then it was a new tie to bind the wsuder
husband and wife together. Something of the old by-gone ten-
derne crept unconsciously into their manner to each other. It
was their idol; and they pressed her rapturously to the parental
heart, forgetting she was but clay.
Tutors and governesses without limit went and came bdlre
the important selection was made. Then, so many ijunctions!
She "must not study so much as to spoil her fine eyes;" she
" must draw only a few minutes at a time, lest it should case
a stoop in her shoulders;" she "must not go out in the sm, for
fear of injuring her complexion." She was told every hour in
the day of some rare perfection; now her attitude-then her
eyes-then her shape; she "danced like a firy"-" sang like
a seraph"-in short, needed wings only to make her an angel
Every servant in the house knew that his or her fortune was
made if Mis Cecile was pleased, and shaped their course accord-
ingly. If the boys" were doubtful of the success of a request,
Cecile was employed secretly to negotiate. The reins of house-
hold government were in those little fairy fingers.
No wonder the little Cecile thought herself omnipotent. No
wonder she stood before her "Psyche," arranging, with a
maiden's pride, those glossy ringlets. Small marvel that she
saw with exultation those round, polished limbs, pearly teeth,
and starry eyes, and tossed her bright curls in triumph, at the
hearts that were already laid at her feet. Her mirror but ently
repeated the voice of battery, that met her at every step. Cedle
was beautiful The temple was passing air; but, ahI the
rose from its altar no holy lin se to Heaven. Thoee right
eyes opened and closed like the flowers, ad lke them drak in
the dew aad the alight, regardless of the Giver.
It was Cile's eighteenth birth-day. The meet expensive
preparatb had been made to celebrate it. She was to electrify
the s mend with her d'hu. A goesamer robe, it for a Peri,
silvery and light, floated so a a a eecy cloud around those
matchless bs. Gems and jewels would have been out of place
beside those starry eyes. Nature's simplest offering, the droop-
ing lily, blended with her trees. The flush of youth and hope
was on her cheek; her step was already on the threshold of that
brilliant, untried world, which her beauty was to dazzle and con-
quer. Other sylph-like forms there were, and bright faces, that
made sunlight in happy homes; but the peerless Cecile quenched
their beams on that happy birth-night.
The proud father looked on exultingly. "Beautiful as a
dram I" echoed from one end of the saloon to the other. His
eye followed her, noted every glance of admiration, and then he
said to himself, The idol is mine." Say you so, fond father ?
See, her head droops heavily-her limbs relax-she has fainted!
They gather round her,-they bathe her pale face and power-
less hands; then they bear her to her dressing-room, and she lie
on that silken couch, like some rare piece of sculpture. The
,rellers disperse; the garlands droop; darkness and silence
reign where merry feet tripped lightly. The physician sits by
the bedside of his fair patient, and, with mistaken kindness, he
says to the frntic parents, She will be easier soon,-she will
be he from pain to-morrow ;" and then he leaves her with the
Morning dawned. Yes, Cedle was better,"-so her father
sid; and sh mst up, and put her fir am about his neck, and
ca"la hb "her own dear fthera and he sailed though
his tas, and -ap the bight damp lkeds from her brw, and
mid she sold have another bal, gaer than the lai, and
COIuz rm O
look lovelier than ever," and then her mother laid a baadesa of
pearls acro her pale forehead, and id, "theybecame her pam-
ing welL" Cecile smiled intly when she replaced them in their
cae, and then her mother came back again to the bedride. A h
what fearful shadow, in that momentary intervl, had rept over
that sweet face? "Codi I Ceile said the bewildered woman,
shivering with an indefinable terror; speak to me, Ceikl what
Am I dying, mother?-0 mother I you never taught me
how to diel"
In the stl grey dawn, at soltry noan, in th le h d ad
starry eight, long after that bright young head was ero d
the violet, rang that plintive repoemhl mnie lhe pard
eer, "Ye never tight me how to die !'
" 'I aked God to tdak car of Johnny, and then I went to sleep mid
a little boy, giving an oont of his wanderng in the wood."
How sublime I how touching I Holy childhood I Let me sit at
thy feet and learn of thee. How dost thou rebuke me, with thy
simple fith and earnest love! 0 earth! what dost thou give
r in exchange for its loss?-Rainbows, that melt as we gaze;
bbbles, that burst as we grasp; dew-drop, that exhale as our
eye catches their sparkle. The warm heart, chled by selfish-
nes, fenced in by doubts, and thrown back upon itsel Eye,
lip, and brow, trained to tell no tale at the portal, of what passes
within the temple. Tears, locked in their fountain, save when
our own household gods are shivered. The great strife, not which
shall "love most," but "which shall be the greater," and aching
hearts the stepping-stones to wealth and power. Immortal, yet
earth-wedded I Playing with shells upon the shore of time, with
the broad ocean of eternity before us. Careful and troubled
about tries, forgetting to "ask God to take care of Johnny,"-
and so the long eight of death comes on, and we sleep our last
ELISE DE VAUX.
" WLL, doctor, what do you think of her? She hai et her
heart upon going to that New-Year's bll, and it will never do to
disappoint her,-poor thing !"
The blunt old doctor bit his lip impatiently, ad striking his
gold-headed cane in no very gentle manner upon the floo, id,
" 'Think!' I think it would be perfect inaity fr her to attet
it. I won't be uawerable for the consequence."
Pdaw I my ear ir; she hs had a domen attacks bee,
quite as bad, and-"
And that i the very reason dse hold be more amOt
now, madam. Good morning-good morning I Heavem w
me from these fashionable mother" he muttered, m he bmged
the door to behind him. "Shell kill the girl, and the her
death willbe laid at my door- gh I It would be a comfort if
one could meet a sensble woman occasionally."
Elie wa sitting in bed, propped up by pillows, when er
mother entered. If youth, race, and beauty could bribe the de-
troyer, or turn aside his unerring aim, then had she been pared
Her ead wa marble pale, and reted wearily on oe lit haid;
the eye were cloed as if keeping, sad from the other had a
few choice flowers had escaped, and lay scattered upon thes mwr
Oh, i that you, mamm? I hope you have made that se
pid doctor give you methng tat will et meup Ib del m
LIU A VAUX.
a deadly slinking, from want of nourishment, I hlay. Do pray
see what you can get for me. I hope Dr. Wynn didn't presume
to interfere about my going to the ball; because I intend to go,
dead or alive; and, mamma, while my lunch is getting ready,
just bring me my dress, and let me see if Jeanet has placed the
trimmings where they dould be; and have a ruche placed around
the wrist of my kid gloves; and, mamma, don't forget to send
Toe to Ater's for that pearl spray I selected for my hair; and,
by ae way, jut had me that mirror,-I am afrid 'm looking
"Not ow, said the fightmed mother; "you are too weary.
Wait til ym hae had some refeshment and the pale beauty
a ek m her pillow, am ing a walth ofdark ringlet, and
closed her eyes warily, in site of her determination to be well
A a athe dor. A bright sh me to her cheek.
W Thas Viian, mamma. Tell him-tell him-" and a sarp
ar- i g her temle forced her to pause-- tell him
IN bht; and he my cal for me at te to-morrow night;
ad, mma, hand him this ;" ad she drew a little permed
ote. p beneath her pillow, with a rose-bd crashed in its
"Draw aside the certain, Jeaet. Oh, we shal have a niee
evem g for the dance Now hand me my draiang-gown.
Mam, tat medimi iperfeetly mirmaelo; I never felt bet-
tar. Heave now where I sr d have been had you not cled
i a better eemaellr tha Dr. Wym. He would ke me for a
patit a yea, I dre may; but I kew better than to lie his
peetes that way; and she skipped gaily across the floor to a
lage uteil, and called Jeannet to arrange her hair.
oy, sall, Jeamet My head uin't quite right yet.
There, that wll do,' sid Else, as the skill Frech woema
bd Ser bm ie n -em -ulm e baln& dh m br
wel-fmed head. Now pLa that pearl qay a lIeso
tjt over my ear. Pet ty is t at, -ms
Hre, Jenet r and de extdedal Ie Y16 lbA t hfr
Blen hom mad en dpper.
"BRet awihe nw, Eise," mi her mther, as Ihe i
apprehenively at the bright aroa spot on her eek, dt
grew deeper every moment, am coatrted a strikingly wit
arUe polene. of her blw. r af~ri y awe going beyr
Muma, what are you thinking about? Look at me, ml
see how well I look! Besides, Fd go to this al to4ai if it
Met me Ilib. Mabel ha triehahd Paor m oe; di Ie l
at do it second the. Besides, tem i- rally m Anr.
I fed wia with spia to- ight, a nd tim de a m t bti
evening f and she edped the pearl pedl ts in mher E Im;
and the light fleey drm fell in sft ob about her gedlW
pson, ua upon her hir Ur a me pheed bt gift; ad taking h
oer hand the rich bouquet, every flower ofwhich whlipe ge
to her young heart, dse held up her cheek with a betting
smie, and said, "Now kiss me, manna, ad my that y.es
Proud of Elie."
And now Jeeau t, with oeior can, draw te rich opera
cloak about her shoulders, and with a thomand charges from
mani sa, "to beware o the draughts, partake paringly o ie,
and not ktigue herself with dancing," the carrinage-week r
away from the door, freighted with their lovely burden.
SElbme de Vau here said a tall, quel girl, attred in
black velvet; and she curled her pretty ip with ill-oomedel
rvexaion: "I thought her dying, or near it" And m Elie
glided gracefully past in the dance, every eye Mlowing Ler, and
evry tongue eloquent in her praise, Mabs cheek pled wi
"How radiant she is1-how dealing I Simes has but en-
banced her beauty,-and how proudly Vivian bears her through
the wlts I Every step they take is on my heart-striag. This
must not,--sall not be I Courage, coward heart l and master-
ing her feelings with a strong effort, she joined the dancers.
Excitement and exercise oon brought the rose to her cheek; her
eyes grew wildly brilliant, and had Vivian not been magnetized
past recall, his eye would have been caught by the dealing
All eyes were fixed upon the rival belles; and, amid the vo-
Iptuous swell of music, the lashing of light, the overpowering
sweetness of myriad flowers, and the rapid whirling motion of
the dace, every brain and heart wre dizy with excitement.
Heavenms that is not Elise de Vaux," said a nephew of
Dr. Wynn's. "What mad folly My uncle told me, if she
ame, it would be at the price of her life. How surpassigl
beautiful she is"
Still on, on they whirled-the dancers-till the stars grew
pale, and the sweet lower drooped in the heated atmosphere.
No d uep tl mou, when youth and plhkm met,
To oab the glowing hour. with sen het."
What unearthly beanty aid an old gentleman to young
man, upon whose. arm he was leaning, as Elase glided past
SWho is he "
Elie de Vax," said the young mn mechanwicay, is eyes
riveted to her figure.
Do y know what you are saying ? said he, tapping him
gently on the arm.
EM DB VAUX.
"Yes. Elise de Va."
"Welln, why do you look at her so wildly? Hs COid
aimed a dar at you fom out t hoe be eye !"
"Good God aid the young man, leaping frwrd, as
ieig shriek came upon the ear. "Make rooml-I-h pl--
throw up the windows and Eli~ was borne past, gpiPg,
wmseele, to the cool night-air.
Ay, Vivian I kneel at her ide, chafe the little jew ed
hands, put back the soft bhir from the aure-veined temples,
press the pulaeles writ, listen for the eating heart,-in vain
Elie is dead I
And in the arms of him fr whom she had thrown away her
young life she wa borne to her home: the diamond sprklig
mokingly on the clay-old finger; the pear till lingeig amid
her sof ringlets; the rod, symmetrical limbs stil fir in their
bertibl proportions. The heart be oveted was gied,-the
dear-bought victory was won I
THE WAIL OF A BROKEN HEART.
TI better to have loved and lost, than never to have loved at al."
OH, no-no I else you have never passed from the shield of a ad
trne breast, where for long years ou have been lovingly folded,
to a wo's weeds, and the rude josting and curious gaMp d
the heat4e crowdl-never knew long wretched days, tt
mwed to hare no ead,-never tuned, with a stifled a, fom
the cmp of loving ttle rm, and the uplied gae of an eye
upon whose counterpart you had watched the death-M gather,
-never saw that sunny little face overshadowed with grie, when
other children gleefully called "Papa I" nor ever heard the wail
of a little one, who might ever remember its father's face I
No-no! or you have never turned shudderingly away, in
the crowded street, from the outline of a form, or the cast of a
face, or the tone of a voice, that brought the dead mockingly
before you I-never lain upon a sick-bed, among careless stran-
ger, lacking comforts where luxury once abounded, and listening
in vain for that footfall, whose lightest tread could charm your
pain away!-never draped from your aching sight the pictured
lineaments, that quickened busy and torturing memory, till your
heart was breaking I-never waked from a dream of Paradise, to
weep unavailing bitter team at the sad reality I-and never,
alas! bent your rebellious knee at God's altar, when your tongue
TM WAL OF A UmOX HEART. 76
was dumb, to prai Him, and your ips refI ed to iss the
Oh, no-no better never to have loved Tenfold mre
gloomy is the murky day, whose snny morni wa e @sd
with dazzling golden brightaees! A ni-- i deth-tg le
of the shipwrecked marier who perishes in sigt ofdi shore and
home I Harshly hi eareles words upon the ear trained to the
music of a loving voice. Wearily stumble the tender feet un-
guarded by love's watchful eye Oh, no-no I better never to
have loved He whose first breath was drawn in a dungeon
never pies for green fields, and blue skies, and a feer air!
God pity the desolate loving heart, the only star of whose sky
has gone out in utter darkness I
" PnC dear Percy, take back those bitter words I As Heaven
is my witness, they are undeserved by me. See, my eye quails
not beneath yours; my cheek blanches not I stand before you
at this moment with every vow I made you at the altar unbroken
in letter and spirit;" and she drew closer to him, and laid her
delicate hand upon his broad breast. "Wrong me not, Percy,
even in thought."
The tern man hesitated. Had he not wilully blinded him-
sel he had read truth and honour in the depths of the clear blue
eyes that looked so unflinchingly into his own. For a moment
their expression overcame him; then, dashing aside the slender
fingers that rested upon him, he left her with a muttered oath.
Mary Lee had the misfortune to be very pretty, and the still
greater misortune to marry a jealous husband. Possessing a
quick and ready wit, and great conversational powers, a less
moderate share of personal charms would have made her society
eagerly sought for.
As soon as her eyes were opened to the defect alluded to in
her husband's character, she set herself studiously to avoid the
shols and quickabnds that lay in the matrimonial sea One by
one, she quietly dropped the acquaintance of gentlemen, who,
from their attractiveness or preference for her society, seemed
obmnoious to Percy.
Mary was no coquette. Nature had given her a heart; and
superior as s was to her husband, she really loved him. To
most women, hiM exacting n-PiMsaslaisw would o bly ha
stimulated to a finished display of coquetry; but May, g le
and yielding made no show of opposition to the most absurd re-
quirements. But all these t acrices had been unaviling to pro-
pitiate the send of jealouy; and there she t, an hour after her
husband had lt bsr, with he hands preed tightly together, pale
and tearles, striving in vain to recall any case of offene.
Hour after hour pased by, and sill he came not. The heavy
tramp of feet had long since ceased beneath the window; the
pube of the great city was till; silence and darne brooded
over its slumbering thousands. Mary could endure it no longer.
Rising and putting aside the curtain, she presed her face dose
against the window-pane, as if her straining eye could pieue the
gloom o midnight. She hears step it is his
Trembling, she ank upon the sof to await bi coming, aad
nerve herself to bear his bitter harshest.
Percy came gaily up to her and kissed her rehea Mary
passed her hand over her eyes and looked at him again. No
he was not exhilarated with wine. What could have ased this
sudden. revulsio of feeling? Single-hearted and sincere herself
she never dreamed of treachery.
"Percy regrets his ijstioe," she aid to herself "Me ae
rarely magnanimous enough to own they bare been in the wrong;"
and with the generosity of a noble heart, she resolved never to
remind him, by speech or look, that his words had been like poi-
soned arow to her spirit
The following day Percy proposed their taking "a short trip
into a neighboring town and Mary, glad to convince him how
truly she fogave him, readily complied. It was a lovely day
ring, aad the fesh air and sweetsented Ublooms might have
aeat a t of l pleasr through sadder hearts tn theis.
"What a pntty plteL" Maiy. "Whit a sasis
home, s.a how tastdiy the g k ar lbid ot l Do
stop here?" she contimed,u as r erh d reina d the hmas it.
A few momuto. I have b mi he," Mhld Percy,
sligly avating his e, "ad you had better ali too, for t
horse i restive, a ay trouble yao."
ary sproag lightly from the vehicle ad maeerde the ape-
ios a tm Mtps. They were met at the door by a respectab
grey-hr porter, who whered them into a reciing-rm.
Very om a litle eaiow-fed man, being a t ram-
blSe to a withered rane, made lis lffenme, nd Ming
a gas up. Mary, fr hi little twinklg Mk eyea tt
made the blood moin to her cheek, mae an apoaegy fr witd.
diMrawi her hau al for a few aiMui, o buome," to an
As they la, a repetable midle-gu d m aU ul, and
iited Mary to take off er kat She dedined, si se
wa to leae with her l~Mtand n a few minrm "
The i woman jigled a mall beD, uad another e
"Better not eor," eid she, in awper. "Peerthing
So peMy too She dea't look ma though she'd w a 'sit.
T bhuht& fdi t upM y a ot o She I wss hb a k.
natic hopitall Faint with terror, sl dadm to e hk
hbmdl.-s_ d thim sh w pertly se; toDl od wich
thq ni IeMw vitan an ir th dd. W*a m to s
By md by the littleuin de sdda ami ,mita-
ing to her lmgmot p lWh w a d air, a* wm mw l
tolaate the patl. of a petted eild, bh examiud her pdl, ad
motioned the attendants to wait upon her to her oam Ex.
hirted with the tmult of feeldg as had pMed through, she
followed without a show resistance. But who shall describe the
dath.chil that struck to kerheart a she entered it? There
was a bed ofsnowy whiteness, a table, a chair, all scrpuloskl
neat and ocean; but the breath of the sweet-scented blosms
came in trough a grated window I
Some refreshment was brought her, of which she reed to
partake. She could not even weep; her eyes seemed turned to
stone. She could hear the maniac laughter of her fellow-prisoners
-dse could see some of the most hrmle ma rching in gloomy
file through the grounds, with their watchful body-guard
Poor Mary She felt a stifled, choking sensation in her
throat, as if the air she breathed were poison; and with her
nervous excitable temperament, God knows the chance she stood
to become what they really thought her. To all her eager in-
quiries she received only evasive answers; or else the subject
was skilfully and summarily dismisned to make place for one in
which she had no interest
Little Dr. Van Brunt daily examined her pulse, and "hoped
she was improving"-or, if she wasn't, it was his interest to issue
a bulletin to that effect, and all company" was vetoed as ex-
citing and injurious to the patient." And so day after day, and
night after night, dragged owly along. And Percy, with the
meaness of a revengeful spirit, was biding his time," till the
punishment should be sufficiently salutary to warrant his recalling
her home. But while he was quietly waiting the accomplishmet
of his purpose, the friend of the weary came to her relief
"Leave me, please, will you," said Mary to the mse, as
80 xAY Lan.
she turned her cheek to the pillow, ke a tired child. I want
to be alone.
The old woman took her sewing, and seated herself just out-
side the door, thinking she might wish to sleep. In a few mo-
ments she peeped cautiously through the open door. Mrs. Percy
still lay there, in the same position, with her cheek nestling in the
palm of her little hand.
She sleeps sweetly," she muttered to herselas she resumed
Yes,Dame Ursula; but it is the sleep" from which only the
trump of the archangel shall wake her I
Mary's secret died with her, and the remorse that is busy at
the heart of Percy is known only to his Maker.
SA TALK ABOUT BABIES.
"Bb-oa.rtb on narow sidewalk ur aw bore, sMpeeOy to a hurrid
ABE they? Suppose you and a certain pair of blue eyes, that
you would give half your patrimony to win, were joint proprietor
of that baby I shouldn't dare to stand very near you, and all
it a "nuisance." It's all very well for bachelors to turn up
their single-blessed noses at these little dimpled copids; but just
wait till their time comes See them, the minute their nae is
written "Papa," pull up their dickies, and strut off down street,
asif the commonwealth owed them a pension I When they enter
the office, see their old married partner-to whom babies have
long since ceased to be a novelty-laugh in his sleeve at the
new-fledged dignity with which that baby's advent is announced
How perfectly astonished they feel that they should have been so
intated as not to perceive that a man is a perfe$ cipher till
he is at the head of a family I How frequently one may see them
now, looking in at the shop-windows, with intense interest at
little hats, ooral and bells, and baby-jumpers How they love
to come home to dinner, and press that little velvet cheek to their
business aces I Was ever any m ic half s sweet to their ear
as its irst lisped "papar? Oh, how cloely and imperceptibly,
one by one, that little plant winds its tendrils round the parent
A TALK AQOUT ABIUS.
tem I How aniously they hang over its cradle when the cheek
fluhe, and the lip is fever-parched; and how wide, and deep,
and long a shadow, in their happy homes, its little grave would
My DiAl sir, depend upon it, one's own baby is never "a
nuisance." Love heralds its birth I
ELSIE'S FIRST TRIAL.
Fm happy years had Elsie Lee slept her husbaas bosom.
False prophets were they, who shook their heads at her bridl,
and aid she would rue the day she wedded Harry Lee;-that
he was unsteady, impulsive, and fickle."
She knew it was true, as they said, that he had loved unhap-
pily before she met him; but the bright vision that had bewil-
dered him was far beyond the seas;-she might never cra his
path again. Be that as it may, Elsie was nt the woman to
cloud the sunshine of the present with dim forebodiangs or qes-
tion the past of the history of a heart now so loyal to her.
They were not rich; but light hearts seldom keep company
with heavy coffers; ad Elsie's firy hand d made their smell
house better worth the seeing than many a gorgeous drawing-
room with its upholstery show. And for sedptore, she could
shew you a little dimpled fairy, whose golden head was nightly
pillowed on her breast, and whose match it were hard to hid in
any artist' studio in the land. Yes, with Harry by her side ad
her babe upon her knee, Elsie deid the world. Kings and
queens might lord it where they liked,-her reign was absolute
in her own little kingdom
So you ae married and settled since I went ainb d," sid
Vincent to Harry;--" have a nice little wife, so I oar;--' sew
all your wild oats,' ad made up yow mid to be virtMs Now,
ELSIE'S FIST TRIAL.
I shan't come to witness your ecility for two reasons. Firstly,
if your wife isn't pretty, I don't want to see her. I think it every
ugly woman's pious duty to make away with herself I Secondly,
if she is handsome, I should make love to her, spite fate or you;
for Im neither a' non-resistant nor a 'perfectionist,' as you very
well know. And, thirdly, to sum up all I have to say, your old
ideal, Miss -, returned in the steamer with me, lovely as a
Peri. She inquired about you; and, if your little wife will
allow you,"-and a slight sneer curled his handsome lip,-" Id
advise you to call on her; but, prwS gde, Harry; I defy any
man to withstand her witchery. Im an old stager myself, but
she plays the very mischief with my petrified heart for all that."
"If his little wife would let him I" It rang in Harry's ear
all the way home. Vincent thought him already in leading-
strings. That would never do I-and so he persuaded himself
this was the reason he intended calling on the fir Marion,-just
to shew Vincent how angelic Elsie was, and how far above such
a petty feeling as jealousy. And then his imagination wandered
back to by-gone days, when a radiant smile of Marion's, a flower
she had worn in her hair, a touch of her small hand, was worth
all the mines o Peru to him.
"Pshaw I how foolish -and I a married man "--and he
stepped off briskly, as if in that way he could rid himself of sh
Elsie met him at the door, fresh and sweet as a daisy.
"You are not well, Harry," she said, as she marked his
heightened colour; you've been annoyed with business."
Not a bit," said he, patting her on the cheek, and tossing
up his child. "Not a bit; and now let's have dinner; for I've
a buess engagement at four."
How absent he was I-how abstracted!-he seemed to eat
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jut for the form of the tin, although she had been al the
morning preparing his favourite dish. "Newr mid," said the
gentle little wife to herself; "he has some business perplity
that he is too thoughtful to anoy me with," and she passed her
hand caremingly over his forehead, a if to amre him silently of
"Elsie," said he, with a slight heart-twinge, "you have
heard me speak of Marion Buthven? Vincent says she has re-
turned with him in the steamer, and as she is a stranger in the
city, I feel as if I must call on her. She leaves soon for her
brother's house in New York."
Elsie's heart throbbed quickly, but she bent her graceful head
very closely over the little frock she was embroidering, so that
Harry could not see the expression of her face, and said, in her
usual tone, "Don't spologise to me, dear Harry, if you wish
"Like yourself, dear Elie I" said he, kissing her cheek.
And in half an hour afterwards he emerged from his dressing-
room, where he had made himself very necessarily handsome
by a most careful toilette.
Elsie complimented him on his appearance, adl gave him her
usual warm-hearted kim as he left; and Harry aid to himself,
as he went down the street, "How glad I am she is not jealous I
Some women would have made quite a scene."
Short-sighted Harry I-4ook back into that little room. The
frock has fallen from her fingers, and tears are falling fast ianM
it. Now she paces the floor. What! she jeslos of Harry? Oh,
no, nol-but the bright, daing Marionl-so talented, so
gited, so fascinating I f Harry's old penhant for her shoml
return! Oh what had she to oppose to allher witery? Only
a sweet childish face, and a heart whose every plsmtio was
ELSIe SlIs? TWIAL.
love-love for him who had won it. Oh, why did she ever come
back? Such a happy dream as her wedded life had been thus
Oh, bow slowly the hours passed as she gave herself upto this
voluntary self-torture! Harry must not see her thus-no. She
rose and bathed her eyes, and tried to busy herself with her
accustomed occupations; and so far succeeded, that when he sat
opposite her at the tea-table that evening, he was quite convinced
that he could repeat his call without giving his little wife a single
heart-pang. Poor little proud Elsie!-he didn't know how you
longed to throw your arms about his neck, and say, "Oh, never
look on those bright eyes again, dear Harry! Be mine-mine
No, he didn't know that The spell had begun to work-
he was blinded! Elsie hoped the fair enchantress would soon
leave; but it was not so, and Harry became more abstracted
every day, although his manner still continued kind as usual.
Elsie's heart could not be deceived It was not business"
that kept him so often from his hearth-stone. No, she had twice,
thrice, heard him murmur the bright stanger's name in his
dreams. But m word fell from her lips to remind him of all this
heat-wandering. She was more studious than ever for his com-
fort. She never upbraided, never questioned. He went aad
came as he liked. Still it was telling fast, this secret sorrow,
upon the patient little wife. There was a pallor on her cheek
that told its own story,-or would have done so to eyes less
blinded than Harry's.
Our sorrows are so lightened by sympathy; but the grief
that may not be spoken,-the weight of trble that sekder
shoulders m t bead under alone,-who shll kow, save those
who have borne it?
ZLTIE'S 1T3 TRIAL.
Elsie was alone in her dresing-room, where she had sat for
hours motionless. A sudden thought seemed to inspire her. She
started up, bathed her pale face, smoothed her funny ringlets,
and arryed herself with more tha usual are.
"That will be better," she murmured to herself, as she
passed through the bsy street to lady Mario's dwelling.
"I do not recollect," aid Marto, with a graseul county,
and blushing slightly, as Ele entered.
"I am a stranger to.you," said Elsie, her silvery vie tre-
mulous with agitation; aud, as her eye glaned over M ion's
fll, round figure, with its queenly grace o option, and noted her
large bright eyes, and raven hair, and snowy shoulders, she ar-
veiled not at the pell "I am Hrry Lee' wie," said Elsie.
" 0 lady Marion I t all the bear ye beaty win, oly me I
claimI For God's sake do not wret it rom me Earth wold
be so dark to me without myh bhsnd's love a her teasIn
fast upon the fair stranger's head.
S"As God is my witness, never !" mid the implsre womn,
touched with her sweet coofdane. "I wil never me him
again ;" and she drew her to her side with a sist's fondne.a
God bless you I" sid the happy Elsie. *Ad yoa will
keep my secret?"
Elsie, 'tis very odd you were wner the least bit jealss of
my old fried Marion," id Harry, a fw days aer the above
oecroae. Very shabby a her, doi't yom think so to leave
town without even saying good-bye to m? j r~pt im
little wife is worth a don ot her;" sad Harry kissed hr cheek
A NIGHT-WATCH WITH A DEAD INFANT.
Moouna thou thy bark so soon, little voyager ? Through those
infant eyes, with a prophet's vision, sawest thou life's great battle-
field, swarming with fierce combatants? Fell upon thy timid
ear the fr-off din of its angry strife? Drooped thy head wearily
on the bosom of the Sinless, fearful of earth-taint ? Fluttered thy
wings impatiently against the bars of thy prison-house, sweet bird
God speed thy flight I No unerring sportsman shall have
power to ruffle thy spread pinions, or maim thy soaring wing.
No sheltering nest had earth for thee, where the chill wind of
sorrow might not blow I No garden of Eden, where the serpent
lay not coiled beneath the flower I No "Tree of Lie," whose
branches might have sheltered thee for aye !
Warm fll the sunlight on thy grassy pillow, sweet human
blossom I Softly frll the night-dews on the blue-eyed violet
above thee I %Side by side with thee are hearts that have
long since ceased hoping or aching. There lies the betrothed
maiden, in her unappropriated loveliness; the bride, with her
head pillowed on golden tresses, whose rare beauty even the
Great Spoiler seemed loath to touch; childhood, but yesterday
warm and msy on its mother's breast; the loving wife and mo-
ther, in life's sweet prime; the gray-aired pastor, gone to his
reward; the youth of crisped locks and brow unfrrowed by are;
the hart-broken widow, and tearfl orphan,-all await with
folded hands, dod eyes, and silent lip, alike with thee, the
A PRACTICAL BLUE-STOCKING.
" HAvz you called oh your old urind James Lee sine your
return ?" said Mr. Seldon to his nephew.
"No, sir; I understand he'has the misfortune to have a blue-
stocking for a wife; and whenever I have thought of going there,
a vision with inky fingers, frowled hair, rumpled dress, and slip-
shod heels has come between me and my old friend,-not to
mention thoughts of a disorderly hoem, smoky puddings, and
dirty-freed children. Defend me from a wife who speds her
time dabbling in ink, and writing for the papers. Ill lay a wager
James hadn't a shirt with a button on it, or a pair of stekings
that is not fll of hole. Such a glorious fellow as he used to be,
too said Harry, soliloquisingly, so dependent upon somebody
to love him. By Jove, it's a hard case "
Harry, will you oblige me by calling there?" said Mr.
Seldon, with a peculiar mile. 1
"Well, yes, if you desire it; but these married men get so
metamorphosed by their wives, that it's a chance if I recognize
the melancholy remains of my old friend. A literary wife I" and
he shrugged his boulders contemptuously.
At one o'clock the next afternoo, Harry might have been
een ringing the bell of James Lee's door. He had a very un-
gracious look upon his ce, as much a to may, "My mind is
made up for the worst, and I must bear it fr Jemmy's sake."
The servat ushered him into a petty little siting-room, not
expensively furnished, but neat and taste. At the farther ed
A PRACTICAL LUE-STOCEI10.
of the room were some flowering-plants, among which a sweet-
voiced canary was singing. Harry glanced round the room; a
little light-stand, or Chinese table, stood in the corner, with pen,
ink, and papers scattered over it.
I knew it," said Harry; there's the sign I horror of hor-
rors an untidy, slatternly blue-stocking! how I shall be dis-
gusted with her I Jemmy's to be pitied."
He took up a book that lay upon the table, and a little ma-
nuscript copy ofverses fell from between the leaves. He dropped
the book s if he had been poisoned; then picking up the fallen
manuscript with his thumb and foreiger, he replaced it with =-
impatient pshawI Then he glanced round the room again,-o I
there was not a particle of dast to be seen, even by his prjdiced
eyes; the windows were tranparently clean; the hearth-rug was
longitnudinally and mathematically laid down; the pictures hug
"plumb" upon the wall; the curtains were fresh and graeely
looped; and what was a greater marvel, thee was a child's dress
half finished in a dainty little work-basket, ad a thimble of fairy
dimensions in the immediate neighborhood there Harry felt
a perverse inclination to examine the stitches; bt, at the sound
of approach p Ge, he braced himself up to undergo his
A little lady tripped lightly into the room, and stood smil-
ingly before him; her glossy black air was combed moothly
behind her ears, and knotted upon the back of a nmaskbl
well-shaped head; her eyes wem black and sparking, ad fll
of mirth; her dress fitted charminy to a vry having little
figure; her feet were uxeptio ly small, and neatly gpitmed;
the snowy ngers of her little hand had not the slightest woyp
of ink pon them, she etad them i take of welme to
A P1340!IAL U=L2200=O.
Harry felt very moeh like a clpit, rd praly ndiMd to
drop on o kne e, and make a ean breast d a esnfemi; ht
his evil bachelor spirit whispered in hi ear, Wait a bit, he'
ixed up for company; cloven-foot will peep oat by aul by l"
Well, they sat down. The lady knew eouh,-he hard
that before he came; he only prayed that he might t be bored
with her book-learning, or blue-stocingism. It is hwdly ei-
quette to report private conversation for the papem ; so I will
only say, that when James Lee came home, two hears aber, he
found his old friend Harry in the iest possible spirits, bt-.d-
with his "blue" wife. An invittio to dinner followed. Harry
demurred,--he had begun to look at the little lady through a
very bewitching pair of spectacles, and he hated to be disea
chanted-and a blue-stocking dinner I
However, his objections, silent though they were, we over-
ruled. There was no fmlt to be found with that tale-coth, or
those nowy apkins; the glsss were clean, the dalvr brih a
my lady's eyes; the meats cooked to a tura, the gravies al
sauces perfect, and the dessert well got-up and delicious. Ms.
Lee presided with ease and elegance; the custards and preserves
were of her own manufacture; and the little pttler who was
introduced with them, fresh from her nursery-bath, with moist
ringlets, snowy robe, and dimpled shoulders, looked charmingly
well cared for.
As soon as the two gentlemen were alone, Harry seized his
friend's hand, saying, with a half smile, James, I feel like an
unmitigated scoundrel I I have heard your wife spoken of as a
'blue-stocking,' and I came here prepared to pity you as the
victim of an unshared heart, slatternly house, and indigestible
cooking; but may I die an old bachelor if I don't wish that
woman who has just gone out was my wife."
A PRACTICAL BUlD-5!OCKING.
James Lee's eyes moistened with grated pride. "You don't
know half," aid he. Listen; some four years since I became
involved in business; at the same time my health failed me; my
spirits were broken, and I was getting a discouraged man. Emma,
unknown to me, made application as a writer to several papers
and magazines. She soon became very popular; and not long
after placed in my hands the sum of three hundred dollars, the
product of her labour. During this time, no parental or house-
hold duty was neglected; and her cheerful and steady affection
raised my drooping spirits, and gave me fresh courage to com-
mence the world anew. She still continues to write, although,
as you see, my head is above water. Thanks to her as my guar-
dian angel, for she says, 'We must lay something up for a rainy
day. God bless her sunshiny face I"
The entrance of Emma put a stop to any further eulogy; and
Harry took his leave in a very indescribable and penitential
frame of mind, doing ample penance for his former unbelieving
scruples, by being very uncomfortably in love with a "Blue-
THE LITTLE PAUPER.
IT is only a little pauper. Never mind her. Yoau e she knows
her place, and keeps close to the wall, as if she expected an oath
or a blow. The cold winds are making merry with those thi
rags. You see nothing of childhood's rounded symmetry in those
shrunken limbs and pinched features. Push her one side,-
she's used to it,-she won't complain; she can't remember that
she ever heard a kind word in her life. She'd think you were
mocking if you tried it.
She phases into the warm kitchen, savoury with odoro
dainties, and is ordered out with a threat by the portly cook.
In the shop-windows she sees nice fresh loaves of bread, and
tempting little cakes. Rosy little children pass her on their way
to school, well-fed, well-clad, and joyous, with a mother's parting
kiss yet warm on their sweet lips.
There seems to be happiness enough in the world, but it
never comes to her. Her little basket is quite empty; and now,
faint with hunger, she leans wearily against that shop-window.
There is a lovely lady, who has just passed in. She is buying
cakes and bo-bons for her little girl, as if she had the pure of
Fortunatus. How nice it must be to be warm, and have enough
to eat Poor Metal She has tasted nothing since she ws sent
forth with a curse in the morning, to beg or tel; and the ter
will come. There is happiness and plenty in the world, but ne
THE LITTLE PAUPER.
Not so fast, little one! Warm hearts beat sometimes under
silk and velvet. That lady has caught sight of your little woe-
begone face and shivering form. Oh, what if it were her child I
And obeying a sweet maternal impulse, she passes out the door,
takes those little benumbed fingers in her daintily-gloved hands,
and leads the child, wondering, shy, and bewildered, into fairy
A delightful and novel sensation of warmth creeps over those
toMe limbs; a faint colour tinges the pale cheeks, and the eyes
grow liquid and lovely, as Meta raises them thankfully to her be-
actress. The lady's little girl looks on with an innocent joy,
and learns for the first time how "blessed are the merciful."
And then Meta paes out with a heavy basket and a light
heart. Surely the street has grown wider, and the sky brighter!
This can scarcely be the same world I Meta's form is erect
mr; her step light, as a child' should be. The sunshine of
man love has brightened her pathway I Ah, Meta I earth is
Mt al darkness,-bright angels yet walk the earth. Sweet-
voiced Pity and heaven-eyed Charity sometimes stoop to bless.
God's image is only marred, not destroyed. He who feeds the
ravens bends to listen. Look upward, little Meta!
on, THE MISTAKE OF A LIFETIME.
A LOVns' quarrel A few hasty words,-a formal parting be-
tween two hearts, that neither time nor distance could ever
dimnite,-then, a lifetime of misery I
Edith May stood before me in her bridal dres. The world .
was to be made to believe she was happy and heart-whole.
I knew better. I knew that no woman, who had once loved
Gilbert Ainslie, could ever forget him,--least of all such a heart
a Edith's. She was pale a a snow-wreath, and bent her head
gracefully as a water-lily, in recognition of her- numerous friends
What a sacrifice the latter murmured between their set
teeth "What a sacrifice I" my heart echoed back.
Mr. Jefferson Jones was an ossified old bachelor. He had
but one idea in his head, and that was to make money. There
was only one thing he understood equally well, and that was,
to keep it. He was angular, prim, cold, and precise; mean,
grovelling, contemptible, and cunning.
And Edith -our peerless Edith, whose lovers were "e-
gio,"-Edith, with her passionate heart, her beauty, grae,
taste, and refnement,-Edith, to vow "love and honour" to
such a soulless block I It made me shudder to think of it
I felt a t gh his very gaze were proknatie.
ViW DITr MAY; OR,
Well, the wedding was over; and she was duly installed
mistress of Jeerson House. She had e dresses, fine furiture,
a fine quipage, and the stupidest possible incumbrance in the
shape of a husband.
Mr. Jeferson Jones was very proud of his bride;-'rstly,
because she added to his importance; secondly, because he
plumed himself not a little in bearing of so dainty a prise. It
gave him a malicious pleasure to meet her old admirers, with the
graceful Edith upon his arm. Of course she preferred him to
them all; else, why did she marry him?
Then how deferential she was in her manner since their
marriage; how very polite, and how careful to perform her
duty to the letter I Mr. Jones decided, with his usual acumen,
that there was no room for a doubt on that point I He noticed,
indeed, that her girlish gaiety was gone; but that was a decided
improvement, according to his view. She was Mrs. Jones now,
and meant to keep all whiskered popinjays at a respectful dis-
tance. He liked it!
And so, through those interminable evenings, Edith sat,
playing long, stupid games of chess with him, or listening (?) to
his gains or losses in the way of trade; or reading political
articles, of which the words conveyed no ideas to her absent
She walked through. the busy streets, leaning on his arm,
with an unseen form ever at her side; and slept-God forgive
her l-next his heart, when he was far away I But when she
was alone,-no human eye to read her sad secret, her small
hands clasped in agony, and her fir head beat to the very dust,
-w he not avenged?
It wM a driving stor;-Mr. Jones coaclded to dine at a
TIE MISTAKE 01 A zWUz
restaurant instead, o returning home. He had Jut seated him-
set sad given his orders to the obsequious waiter, when his
attention was attracted by the convenrmation of two gentlemen
Have you een is belle Edith since hea marriage, Harry"
"No; I feel too much vexed with her. Such a splendid
specimen of flh and blood to mary uch an idiot I All for a
foolish quarrel with Ainslie. You never saw uch a'wrck as
it has made of him. However, she is well pushed; for, with
all her consummate tact and efort to keep up apperanes, it is
very plain that she is the most miserable women in existence;
as Mr. Jeffeson Jone, whom I have never en, might perceive,
if he wasn't, as all the world says, the very prince !o dmkey."
Jones seized his hat, and rsed into the open air, tagging
at his nck-tie as if he werechoing. Six times he went, like a
comet, round the square; then, settling his beaver down over
his eyes, in a very prophetic manner, he turned his fotsteps
del ately homeward. It was but the deceitf calm before the
He found Edith calm, pale, and self-poisesed, as al.
He was quite as much so himself,-even went so far as to com-
pliment her on a coquettish little jacket that tted her round
figure very chuma y.
"I'm thinking of taking a abort journey, Edith," said he,
seating hiaelf by her side, and playing with the silken cord
and tassel about her wait. As it i wholly a business tip, it
would hamper me to take you with me; but you'll hear fom me.
Meanwhile, you know how to same yourself, hey, Edith ?"
He looked searingly i her fae. There was no conscio
bluh, no change ofI a rsion, no tremor of the fme. He
might as wl have addressed a marble state.
98 AITHB MAY; o0,
Mr. Jefm n an e wasposed! Well, he bde hr em of
his chaoctdrti adies.; and wen the door cload. Edith t
as if a mountain weight d be listed ad r heart. THme
was but one course for her to pursue. She knew it;-se iad
already marked it mt. She would deny h' elf to all visitor;
she would .ot go broad till her husband's eMturn. She was
strong in her prpose. There should be no der let oen far
busy scandal to eater. Of Ailie she knew nothing, rae iAat
a letter resabed her from him after*her marriage, which she.had
And so ahe wandered restlessly through those splndid
rooms, and tried,.y this self-inlicted peamee, to atone .fr the
defection of her heart. Did she take. her aitar, old sop. they
had ang together came unbidden to Mr:lipa;-that look, too,
they had ead. Oh, it was almiry, turn where she would!
Dj after day passed bhy,--o letterAm Mr. Joaes I The
time had already sed that was fiAxed on hr uhisetrm; atl
Edith, aerrous from clome confnement.and .t e weary h rd
struggle, started like a frightened bird at every footfall.
It came at kle--e letter-eealed with.lek! He had
been.accidentally drowned. His hat was fond.; all semrchior
the body had been unavailing."
Edith was no hypocrite. She could not msuanfor him, awe
in the outward garb of wee; but now hat he dead, con.
science didits offiee. She had not, imthe eeye efthe world,me
ntrne; but there is an ye that searsml daleer l-t-4at
thoughts as wal as actions.
Ainlie was just starting far the eantisset, by ander :tfa
plhyician, when the news ached him. iA efdWiLm gave
to decorun, ad then they met. tis ediaadt y hatlt
meeting was. Days and months of wasaedaes were srr*t-
THE MIUTA @O A LIuTIM. 99
ten, lik some dreadfl dream. She wu again hi own Eda h,
srrowing, rpentan, mad happy.
They were setting together one evening,-Edith's head w
upon his shoulder, and her hce radiant as a eraph's. They
were speaking of their fture home.
Any spot on the .wie ea t utim.igear Ailaie. Take
me away from these pain association "
"Sy yea j O,. pttyp Editht" mid .a m&n=omn si.
"I kt tried that.idihfl .heartlb ~ ir toPrm.ttl I B
trn mach a pretty oumty into at t idy,; hat g ar o JS
mamger hre, young am 1" sak -1k. JOIN, tionkl M)u r
toward the hororrtrack.Aiie.
The revublsiacus dreadfal .fUik mti a ,huxa Msk.
Abulie amm..m.. de i-. .
"TIrs is a heartle life to lead," said Mabel Gray, as she n-
banded her long air, d laidide her rich robe. "Itis a life
one might lead, were there no life beyond. When I left the
heated ball-room to-night, the holy stars, keeping their tireless
watch, st a thrill through me;-and the little prayer I ued
to ay at my dead mother's knee came unbidden to my lip.
There's Letty, now;-she's happier than her mistre. Come
here, child;-unbraid my hair, and sing me that little Methodist
hymn of youm,
Jes, I m myom have take.'
That will do,-thank you, child,-now you may go. What a
sweet voie she has Either that or my tears have eased my
heart. rm too restless to deep. How softly the moonlight
als to-night -and year hence, when these myriad sleepers
shall have snk to their dreamless ret, earth will still be au fir,
the silver moon will ride on a triumphantly. How many nd
heart she looks down upon to-night; and never a thanksgiving
ba gone up frm my lip for countless besings I St sleep
with balmy tonh hau loed these thanles eyes; the warm,
fish blood of youth ad health has flowed on unchecked by
diese. I have sat at the table of 'Dives' while 'Lasne'
ha starved at the gate. The gold and pple robe of sunset ha
been woven fr me; the ble vault of haen arched over my
MAU's sa mLU r. 101
head; the ever-bhaqig leecsy dood has goem dilg by; the
warm sunlight has issed open the lower I love; the green
moe has spread a carpet for my eaele foot; andI ae revelled
in all this beauty and hluury-God forgive mel- mindial
of the Giver."
Dear reader, eall it be only at "Betheda's Pool that yeo
seek your Belheactor? While your lifcup overlows with
blessings, when the warm blood come swiftly, shea there come
no generous response to that still small voice, Jem of Nazreth
passeth by r"