Democratic Sentinel, Volume 13, Number 2, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 1 February 1889 — A Boston Girl in Chleago. [ARTICLE]

A Boston Girl in Chleago.

I feel that I am very far from Boatoa. [ realize that lam many miles nearer the line that separates civilization from the land of savages. And into thcw Western solitudes I have brought a volume of Herbert Spencer to refresh and sheer my mind. He always fascinates; and the fact of his being still unmarried has something to do with it, for you know there is a halo surrounding ths celibate which marriage utterly destroys. As in most philosophical questions, it is useless to ask why this is so. We can only observe the working of the phenomena, but not its cause. But truly, of Spencer I never tire. His ideas of the higher life are so consoling—the development from an “indefinite, incoherent homogeneity to a definite, coherent heterogeneity.” What could be truer or more conclusive ? Perhaps the illiterate mind might be staggered by the unusual combination of polysyllables, but we who are cultivated can appreciate the subtle significance of a definite, coherent heterogeneity. His ideas ot love, however, are not extravagantly tinged with romances Suppose that a man with tender eyes and raven-hued mustache, having seated himself by your dioe, should tenderly take your hand in ms, and then assure in fervent tones that he is conscious ot a molecular change i u the vesicular nerve matter of his system whose cor oomitant is love, and that yor< arc the external object which has caused the change. Would an ice bath be more chilling? An hysterical woman would certainly lift up her voice and shriek hloud. No wonder that Herbert Spencer Les lived to the age of sixty wither# nsarrying.