Indiana State Sentinel, Volume 28, Number 31, Indianapolis, Marion County, 30 July 1879 — Page 7

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ABSENCE" CONQTJEKS" tOVE.

fThe following exonsite noem. which ' originally published in the Cincinnati Ameri can in July. 1831 well on to naif a century ago was written by Fredrick William Thomas, a native of Charleston, 8. C, but then residing in Cincinnati. He was at one time professor of rhetoric and English literature In the Ahv bama University, but returning to his first choice, the law, settled in Cambridge, Md., ana remained there till 1800, when he was indnced to conduct the literary department of the Richmond Enquirer. -He has since died: j V lis said that absence conquers love, f Butoh! believe it not; " I've tried , alas ! its powers to prove, But thou art not torgofc. . liBdy, though late has bid us part, .: Yet still thou art as dear As fixed In this devoted heart As when I clasped thee here. I plunge Into the busy crowd, And smile to hear thy name; And yet, as if I thought aloud, They know me still the same; . And when the wine cup passes round, , I toast some other fair; ... But when I ask my heart the sound ;T . Thy name is answerd there. , J And' when some other name I learn, And try to whisper love, Btill will my heart to thee return, , . Jjlke the returning dove. In vaio ! X never can forget, And would not be forgot. For I must bear the same regret a Whate'er may be my lot. E'en as the wounded bird will seek Its favorite bower to die. So, lady, I would hear thee speak And yield my parting sigh. Tis said that absence conquers love, But oh! believe it not: ' I've tried, alas! its powers to prove, , But thou art not forgot. RICARDA. Jlary A. E. Wager-Fisher, inAppleton'a Journal' I. It was a cosy room for a bachelor's parlor despite the untidiness that outcropped between the weekly visits of the housemaid and her ''ridding hands." The carpet was bright with spots of color imprisoned . in precise geometrical limitations; there were two low, deep-seated lounges, that must have been made "to order," as furniture men then (this was two-and-twenty years ago), as now, avoided as much as possible an adaptation of their wares to tLc comfort of the human body; there were somi- g.xd engravings on the walls; some fantastic knicknacks clinging about the mantel-piece and book-shelves, such as are made by lady friends, who prick their fingers and weary their eyes in making, and which the recipients never know what to do with, and secretly dub a nuisance; then there"were odd chairs, a large table bearing a huddle of printed literature, and before a glowing, open fire, a nair of capacious fauteuils, occupied by the two men with whose subsequent lives this storv has to do and who may as well at I once be introduced with the explicitness of a I Frenchman's visiting card MTGATT JAMES, Chemist. EICHABD LAKE, Banker. ' Both were New Englanders, doing business in New York. James, a man of thirty-two or three, tall and slight, with dark mustache, hair crimped and tumbled for effect, and, either from carelessness or a lack of real breeding, was'never able to put on a clean collar and a new necktie without the fact in some way betraying itself, appeared a fair type of a gay, kind, flirtative, light-hearted, but clever young fellow. Lane, several years vounser. was not so tall, but more strongly built. and. had a solid, manly look, combined with firmness, and an air of responsibility that placed him . in sharp contrast to his companion. Upon the eveninsr in question the two men had been sitting for some time in silence before the fire, Lane apparently gazing at the toes of his embroidered slippers,- tilting one foot on top the other by turns, to catch the reflected heat, while on his face was an expres sion of dissust, mingled with griel. James stroked his mustache with his slender hand. and gazed alternately at the glowing grate, and then at a richly-incased miniature of a brettv voung woman that stood on the man tel, while his face shone with a radiancy as if a naphtha lamp were mysteriously illumin ating it from within. ..... "Well," finally spoke Lane, with a groan, rising and leaning against the mantel, "I sunnose this is our last night together, after three vears of chumming." ""That will depend on you, Dick," replied James. "Deneud upon me! Quite likely, Jim, he retorted, ironically (he abbreviated his friend"s surname for convenience). Your logic is like a woman's. In spite of all my sighs and tears for in your present state of exaltation you can only appreciate senmmental phrases in spite of our swrn loyalty -1 . n . 1 and agrananism oi aneetion, as you nave fantastically termed it, you coolly put an end to all by tying yourself to a woman s apronstring. . .x ou niarry ! 1 hen you say the con tinuance of our coniradship depends upon me. No man can serve two 'masters. Although a woman may be silly and vain, as most of them are, and as characterless as a piece of eauae yet she hangs about a. man's neck Tike a millstone, or hedges him about like a prison-wall, so far as his, liberty is concerned No, Jim; you married, and you're the same as dead to me. The fellow never lived who passed through the. matrimonial gate and came out alive in the old sense. ; ' James broke out into uproarious laughter. "Why, Dick "Oh, you may " wetl laugh interrupted the sorrowful knight." Laugh now while you may. I frankly confess that this affair takes hold upon my heart-strings. Une doesn't pick up a friend every day, and for a fellow to lose his one true and tried 'standby' is no laughing matter. I'd be a stupid hypocrite to pretend I didn't care. I do care, and I'd be' more of a bruto than I care to say if I didn t. ?But, seriously, ; Dick, do listen to sense and reason. You exaggerate things. . Liz zie is . the kindest and dearest little creat- " "An' angel, of corsue.' They're all angels in ear-rings and corsets. lo on. . , "And our home will be yours as much as ours; and - . . , . . "Nonsense, Jim! I ve heard that rigma role of "sense and reason ever since you ve been in love, and it seems an age. If a wo man in love is crazier than a man, Heaven defend me from her! "Women may be well enough in their way, but I don't see what you want of one. I'm'sure, if I loved a woman, I couldn't have the heart to ask her to marry me; and if she loved me, and I wanted to re- .' tain her love, I could do it better than to re- '. ceive her into the familiarity that breeds contempt. . No man is a herd to his valet de chambre. and what can he be to his wife? For my part, I should like to see a man and ' woman who in loving had the strength and "".sense to live rationally, worthy of intellectual beings, enjoy that comradeship, and give each to the other a loyalty, devotion, ana unselfishness of affection that lie above the ' filiinn of tnni'h snd sense: but no. thev must all marry, you along with the rest Bridget . '' - and Patrick Nothing is more commonplace and vulgar. "Why. Dick, the strongest feeling in a 3 man's heart when he loves a woman is the desire to protect and take care of her. ' It is the supreme office of love." "Ah I yes; to shield her from the storms of life. How fine! " That no rude breeze may yet the demands a man makes of his wife . demands mat Dime suaenne. anguisn, uu even death in their train are such as he

would "shrink" hated enemy.r" at least for . souffrir.'"

"From Inflicting on his"m6sf The French' proverb is true. women: ' 'Aimer, e'est,'. de "Ah, but you don'tj understand, Dick. You can't understand it until you are where I am. Lovo is the one divine mystery in life. For Love's sake everything, even pain and torture, becomes almost to be coveted; and, where love weds two hearts, no suffering can be born entirely by one, nor be un shared by the other. Love is as willing to ' endure,, as eager to enjoy. But I might as well talk of the sidereal Heavens to a blind man as to you of love. "Wait until you know what it is until it opens your eyes, gives wings to your soul and body, transforms the world, and makes a fellow feel like a seraph. Ahem! Dick come, old fellow, don't look like a sepulchre, for I'm the happiest chap alive. I feel as though :I. could touch Heaven with my hands,", and he straightened himself upon tiptoe, laughing, and then subsided to look at the miniature, adding, "but Heaven is not so far away," and concluded by kissing the picture. . ' "Bah!" ejaculated Dick, turning disgustedly away with his hands in his pockets. "This is intolerable." Then drawing out his watch, "I will say good night, Jim, and leave my adieux for the morning. "We'll get through this tug with as little demonstration as possible pack and dispatch our traps, leave this dear old den, an1 ".n separate like two pieces from an exploded meteor." rne lollowing morning iick was up lung before dv. and with the aid of an extra pair of hands had his boxes ready lor removal as the breakfast-bell rang. The two chums exchanged but a few words during 'the meal, and then withdrew to their parlor, which wore the look, as James expressed it, "of all your broken-heartedness, Dick, and all my craziness." . "Oh. it is not strange that the room we have lived in together," replied Dick, "should have gone daft and wild at this outrageous break-up; it is enough to affect the compos ure of a granite bowlder These poor armchairs look already like abandoned and emptyarmed old crones who have sat down oy tne wayside of life to mourn for those that are not. November seems to have permeated everything within as well as without. You hit upon a fitting season for this sorry business. Mrgatt." Oh. let it be 'Jim' till the last!" pleaded James, seizing his friend's hand. "When you say 'Mygatt' I feel as . if you had thrust me to the other side ot the Atlantic, ana tears filled his eves. - ' Lane, who had a horror of scenes, cooly threw off a dampening phrase. " l ou should nt mind that so long as you voluntarily remove yourself infinitely further awav. But ?ood-bv. Jim irood-bv, a lurking smile hovered over James's face as the two men looked in each' other's eyes for a moment; but Lane's face was pitiably sad, and hastily drawing his hand from Jim's he darted down stairs and was off for his office. . The evening found him installed in his new quarters, and lor the first time during many weeks he went to the theater to arown his loneliness. After that he grimly set about hardening himself to his life, drawing . with in him self more and more in proportion as his old chum, who after his marriage and return to the city urged him to spend an oc casional evening with him and his wife. But he continued inflexible, and so remained to his friend's Lizzie an invisible although real personage, whom she always spoke of as "Poor Dick!" Often in moments of reflection she half regretted having been the means of estranging the two men, and rendering the lite ot one so lonely and gloomy.- in ner impulsive moods she formed many a scheme lor going to dick nimseit ana pieauing a renewal of the old-time intimacy; but her plans ended,as did .James' attempts, in nothing more effectual than a sigh and ''Poor Dick! This state of things remained un til at the, end of the year James and Lizzie had a daughter born to them. "When the baby was a week old they decided she should be named Riearda. "That's as near being Richard as a -girl can hope to come, laughed James, "it this little cherub does not bring poor Uncle Dick to his senses we will give him up tor good, or bad rather." Lizzie was already beginning to grow strong again, and James made a final appeal to his friend to come and do homage to his little namesake; but Dick did not come. A few days after this Lizzie- complained of feeling ill ;the physician came, and leaving some trifling remedy, predicted that her ill teeling would pass oi m a short time. But she continued to grow worse, and late in the evenining her husband hurried away again lor the doctor, w nen ne returnea ne found his wife dead in her nurse's arms. The blow had come too suddenly and un expectedly for him to feel the sharpness of the pain that moment. . Numbed and paraIvzed, he tell by her bedside, stretcning nis arms helplessly acrc her body. After a time some friends gathered in the room, and the stricken man was helped to his feet. He staggered against the wall, his face white as the dead one belore him, and, slowly draw-' ing his hand across his brow as if to sweep away some terrible vision, he sank into a chair with a great sob the echo of a heart break. Some hours later, as the cold gray dawn was breaking, James wrote on a card the three words, "Lizzie is dead," and sent a messenger with it to Lane's room. Dick read the message, and sat lor some time aosorbed in reverie. A sense of remorse stole into his heart, and pierced it like a dagger. lie looked at the clock over tne chimney, and his eye fell upon a calender. "It is still .November, ne said, "roor Jim!" and drawing on' his cloak, and pulling his hat well down over his eyes, he passed into the street, and walked in the direction of his friend s house. Upon beimr admitted, and informing the servant who he was, he was shown into a room where lay the dead wife. By her side, like a statue, stood James. Lane approached him, and, standing a little distance removed, looked for the first time on Lizzie's face. J- The dignity death had added to the sweetness it wore in life held him as if entranced. He began to comprehend in a vague way the source of delight her face must have been to her husband. If any bitterness had been -in his heart toward her it vanished in this Supreme moment. V hen he turned to James, who seemed all unheedful of his presence, he was startled at the change that had passed over him, so rapid and terrible is tne worK mat sunenng sometimes in a few hours achieves. At that sight of him all his old sympathy and love fir his comrade overflowed in his heart, filled his eyes, and trembled on his lips. Putting his hand on his shoulder, he could only command himself to spcik the' one word, "Jim." But that was enough. The touch of his hand and the tone of his voice were the stricken man's salvation. Tears for the first time found their way to soften the anguish in his eyes, and to melt the tension that seemed to bind his brain like a vise. . " "Poor Dick I" he . sobbed, and the two men were ill each other's embrace. In this moment of strength . yielding to tears and tenderness, the old bond of union wai wel i ucu a For many days thereafter Mygatt 'James

seemed like a" hopelessly broken man.- It was Dick who attedned to the funeral, and went with him to bear back to the little New England church from where a year before he had led her a happy bride the now dead wife and mother, to listen to the sad burial service, and to lay the precious form away in the cold earth of the early winter. . And it was Dick who, after their return, found a cozy house, into which they all went to live little Riearda, her nurse, James, and himself. , !.. II. . ' ' .' " "" " Richard Lane had predicted truly, so far as his friend was concerned, that no man passed through the matrimonial gate who ever returned the same man as before. - Although Mygatt James recovered his : old strength, and fulfilled, his daily round" of duties with his characteristic quickness and energy, he was still a very greatly changed man. There were but rare intervals when appeared any gleam of his old-time lightness and gayety. From out the gay, light-hearted, and dashing gallant had been born a grave, sober, dignified man, courteous, reserved, neat, and quiet in his dress, and bearing himself toward others with a thoughtful kindness that seemed ineffable in its sweetness. . Richard Lane, too, had changed, but in a reverse way. He had grown dafl v more youthful in spirit, and had displayed more

than ever before the vivacity and frolicsomeness that rightly belong to the young, but which had prematurely parted with him to five room to gravity and seriousness. This change in him may have been the result of an unconscious enort on his part to cneerana brighten his friend, or have come from the companionship of Riearda, who had grown to be as dear to him, he fancied, as she was to her father. Healthy and pretty from the day of her birth, she had daily grown more and more winsome, and so wild with joyous life as to sometimes cause her father to sigh, who seemed never to forget at what a costly price she had come to him. "We will do everything for her ourselves," Dick in his enthusiasm would often say. ""When a man who has taste chooses to exercise it, it is al ways better tha a a woman's. So little Sister Riearda will be tiie most exquisitlv robed of all maidens who have ever been born." And his eyes grew critical and observant, like a mother's, to note children's costumes. But his keen sense of fitness kept Viim nlwitva within -the realm of simplicity. "She is too dainty for gewgaws," he would say when the nurse andfather would yield to the child's whims for necklace, and earrings, and artificial flowers with which she saw other children tricked out. "You are -not a young heathen, dearie, to have holes punched through your ears," he would say to her for she was already five years old "and you are to grow up tree and brave, and chains on your neck and arms will not do, for such things are for slaves. But vou may have all the roses all the real live roses your arms can hold, and stick them where you please; but never the made roses that only smell ot the paint-pot And, as Dick was "odd judge", in the case, his decisions ruled. t Naturally, as time passed on, and Riearda was nearing her tenth year, the question of her education became a not infrequent topic of discussion between the two men. . "If she is to he our ideal woman," said Dick, "she must turn 'all her faces to the sun,1 in order to be symmetrically developed. She must be strong-minded, but not masculine-minded. She must know Greek and French, physiology and Kent's Commentaries something, perhaps, of music and art; know how to sew, talk, and walk. She knows now, as all children do, how to walk, and some plan must be hit upon in order for her not to lose this primal grace of motion, as in the ' transition from girlhood to womanhood the art somehow seems to be lost. Perhaps 'tis the long frock, the petticoat that works the mischief. At all events, we will keep her for many a year yet in the clipped skirts of an English touriste."., " I am afraid," observed the father, "that in your symmetrical education her . character will be so evenly and smoothly developed as to have no pnijectioiis left in it on which to hang a marked idea. . For my part, I like enough of ruggedness, even in woman's character, to give her individuality and save her from insipidity," . i "Yea, Jim, and so do I; but I've a horror of bigotry, and bigotry, is a one idea run into the ground or the moon. Look at the girls whose entire teens are poured into music like candles into a mold a lead-pencil-shaped existence in which every thing is directed to thumping keys. "When I join the army of reformers I shall 'move' for a society to save young girls from the maw of the music-teacher, the martyrdom of the piano, which consumes their years for study, leaving nine tenths ot them at 2x mere nie chanical performers of trash, with no power to add anything to the real value of music. and which as an art is soon lost it not made professional." "'He who loves not music is a beast of one species," smilingly quoted James. "I es and and he who overloves it is a beast of another, whose brain is smaller than a nightingale s and his heart than a lizard s quickly added Lane. "I think it well enough for a girl to know enough of music, if she learns it readily, to amuse herself; but toexpect her to apply herselt to that tor which she has no special genius is a robbery of her birthright. It is just as bad as to require the same thing of boys, although there is more sense in teaching them music than girls, be cause they keep up their practice better. "It is a well-known fact," observed James, with a humorous hint at sarcasm, "that no individuals are so capable of rightly 'bending the twig' as maids and bachelors. If but their theories could be carried out, the child ren of this world would be models. "And there s more truth thHn sarcasm in that' too!" retorted Dick. "Parents are blinded and biased by parental fondness while 'uncles and aunts' observe with clearer judgment. In 99 cases out of 100 a child makes simpletons of the father and mother, who hold it up to the world with faces inflated .with pride, crying, . 'Ecce homo!' as though infants were not the commonest product in the world, and the least interesting-" "But, after all, Dick, to be a wife and mother seems to be the ultimatum in a woman's life, and, as Riearda will undoubtedly one day be one or both, should not her education be directed with that view? ' "1 don't see what that should have to do in shaping it. Make her first as complete a woman as wo can, and let the marriage bus! ness take care of itself. I have the greatest admiration for some of those old Italians and Hollanders who made learned women of their daughters learned beyond anything we have nowadays. I confess I don't like to con verse much with women. If our talk touches upon anything of magnitude, I am constantly in tear ot going beyond their depth. If they are professional women, and really know one thing well, they become so outrageously like men in tneir . petty jealousies of others in their ilk as to be intolerable. And a woman. above all things, should be large-hearted and gracious." . v "I havn't observed that litarary . women are narrow and jealous. There are Mrs. Browning, George Eliot, Sand, Martineau, and women of that class." "True; neither are scieatific women like Smerville or Horschel. Neither are lawyers, preachers, nor authors eternally at sword point, attacking each other's methods. But 1 look t the artists, musicians, and doctors! It

is strange that what is supposed to reflne and elevate the race, and ameliorate its hideousness and pain, should make of 'its masters such cats and dogs.''

ferhaps Riearda will have a scientific turn," said her father. "I hope so," replied Dick; "a turn for some thing that will save her from the Hemans theory of 'love, 'tis woman's whole existence.' I'm not an experienced fellow, as you know.; ' Jim, but, in thinking a good deal about Ricarda's future, I have speculated and observed not a little; ansl one conclusion that I have arrived at is this: in marriage a woman is placed at great disadvantage ' compared with her husband, because her all is staked on love, while his is not. This makes the balance between them uneven, bhe goes up, gushes over, and for the first six months wonders, and has her little spells of weeping at her husband's comparative indifference for the demonstrations attending love-making. Because he doesn t kiss, caress,, and shower upon her endearing epithets every other moment, he falls short of her ideal of things, and she thinks something is wrong, and it is only after a long and painful experience that sne learns tnat, while he loves as deeply as does she, there are also for him other things in life to be thought of. He may be as deep in love as water in a well, vet he tires of daily going through with the love alphabet. ' He likes things to be taken for granted. He wants his wife to accept his unutterable devotions as the man did who pinned his prayers at the head of his bed, anu upon retiring anu rising wouiu say, 'Lord, behold my sentiments. So I hold that if a woman has an aim in life, distinct from love, but consonant with it, she will be the happier as a wife, and give her husband more happiness too, because she is made by it more companionable. ixve feeding continually upon itself must consume itself. PLike everything else, it must have space, air and soil, in which to strike deep and broad its roots, and shake out its branches to the sun. The difference between the love of a woman of broad culture and that of one who knows nothing but to love, and wants to do nothing but to love, is like that between an oak in an open field and a Jerusalem cherrv-tree in a geranium pot." James smiled quietly throughout ' his friend's talk, and then said: "It is clear that you have never been afflicted with a grando passion, Dick." "No, I never want to be. People of the grande passion sort are the ones who get divorces. Thev rise in love, instead of fall in it their head is first immersed, and- they're made blind and deaf and dumb, to every thing else. " I'd rather get it as the Baptist does his immersion, teet nrst. "As regards the Hemans theory," said James, "you might go further, and pronounce love, being in man's life a thing apart,' as fallacious, as I know it so to be. A man's life is spun of many threads, but lying underneath it may be from view but interweaving and brightening all the others, it runs like a band of gold, the one strong, enduring, unrusted, and unfading thread among tfiem. I suppose there are as many theories of the ideal woman now of the Venus of to-day as in the olden times. "While your Italian prince makes a savante of his daughter, an Austrian nobleman educates his protegee on an entirely different plan; he removes her from everything prac tical, teaches her only illusions and to delude; to flit through life like a butterfly resting upon nothing more than a flower; to sing, to love, to display her beauty, and to do all with an entrainment, for 'life is short and time floes.' Although some great men have married their cooks,, and others their housemaids, yet I apprehend they found in those women the iry kind of "companion ship or comradeship tney most needed, and which they nowhere else found. Just what it is in a women that endears her beyond all expression to a man, ia the subtilest of all things. It cannot be defined, and while emanating from a hundred sources, maybe, cannot . be said, to he the product of any one - of them. All women are lovable to all men in some degree. I never saw one yet, no matter how debauched in lite, m whom 1 could not nnd something to love. I remember that mv mother and my wife were women; that all we have of good in us we owe to the love of women for us. "We must do all we can to elevate the stand ard of women, because upon their nobility rests our manhood. I believe that. : And at the same time I believe that the develop ment of a woman, in character and life, depends largely upon the perfectness of her relations to man as wif and mother. You never knew Lizzie, and so could form no idea of what it was in her that so bound me to her, and will always bind me. She was a country girl without liberal opportunities for education; renned in manners, taste, and speech. She was trusting, loving, and true to those she could trtiKt; had a nice discrimi nation of character, and did not hesitate to manifest hiT likes and dislikes. She was ac complished in nil household duties; was dili gent, discreet, modest. That was what she was as a girl, and what she was as a woman. Sbe loved those sho loved to the heart-break ing point, and yet she was not demonstrative. She grew into my heart, and I think, yes I know, no one could ever take her place. I have often met women more accomplished, handsomer, and . more dazzling;, who were for the time to me what she could never be, but I never - met one whose qualities of heart and life I would like to have exchanged for hers. I thoroughly be lieve in educating woman to the furthermost point " '" "Because," interrupted Dick, "she is so lov able, you would have her gracious qualities spread out like a sticking-plaster to cover as much as possible of the masculine ugliness that detaces the world. "No, not that; but because the develop ment of her mind in no sense shrinks her heart. The divine Spirt has taken care of that since her creation, and, although she he a princess of wit and learning, she is last as ready now to follow the man she loves into ruin as was Eve to follow Adam from the island to the mainland, as recorded in the Vedas. As an illustration, there was Maria Schurmanns, that most learned and famous woman of Holland, who imperiled even her good name for a worthless adventurer." "ones queers' ejaculated uick, rising. "Woman's a queority! She's . a sphinx, the source of the Nile. She's the arithmetic that makes two and two five. She's the creature that men will fight for and die for, but won't open their university doors to. ' I've always been puzzled amid all this rattletybangs of the emancipation ot the sex, why she liasn t been' emancipated always, seeing that she has had a woman for her mother. All down through the ages, where a woman shines out like a star in the night, we , find that it has been her father who has polished her to splendor, and never her mother. When a woman has exerted herself in anybody's behalf it has been for a man. If she snatched anybody from the bulrushes, it was a Moses; it she saved anybody s head from the torn a hawk, 'twas a John Smith's. She's an unaccountable piece, Jim. I reckon the fellow who fights shy of her shows the 'better part of valor. Halloo, Riearda J" He sprang ward With outstretched arms, an thA child ward with outstretched arms, as the child bounded in for her good-night kisses. "You're a swmiu uttie mrs. Drowning, an eyes ana curls.. We have been talking about great women like her, and sweet souls like you . j i . . , . . ,, , And ftU r , of women ; Now, what kind

a woman do you mean to be to be a chemist like papa, a banker like Uncle Dick, a cook, or a baker, -r candlestick-maker?" ' .' - " "I think I'll be a Catholic priest," merrily laughed the child. "My bonne says they sit

in a oox, and people come to them and tell them everything they do. After a while I'd have enough queer things to make a book of, which I'd sell - for a $1,000,000, and then I d buy a big balloon, and we would go driving throngh the air like fun, and may be cut a slice off the' moon.' Bonne savs "she be lieves it is made of silver, and quite as large as an omnibus wheel; and that why it is sometimes black, and we can't see it, is be cause the fairies who polish it are awfully tiny creatures, and can only clean a little space at a time,, and as soon as they get it to shine all over it begins on one edge to grow dun again." ; n . . - . iSoth men laughed, and Riearda with them. "I didn't believe it, either," she went on. as if they had in so many words expressed a disbelief in the bonne's theory. "But when we sail up in our balloon we will nreaeannon ball at it and listen if it rings." ' "But that might kill the fnrics," suggested her father. At this Riearda looked grave. and saying thoughtfully, "I never heard of a dead fairy," gave and took her "good-nights," and left the room. , , "There are no kisses like a child's" remarked Dick. The father made no reply. He remembered whose lins were as sweet and free in their abandon of love lor him as little Ricarda's. TO BE COXTIXTfED NEXT WEEK. Jarkxon's Lat Night In the "White House. The New York Times has a voluminous account of the past life of "William Allen, of Ohio. "When he was elected senator, being in "Washington on the 3rd of March, he went to the J White House where, being well known to the attendants, he was shown into the president's bed chamber. Chief Justice Taney and Senator .Forsythe, of Georgia, afterward minister to Spain and secretary of state, u re already in the room, and Jackson himself active, and to a certain extent restless, as usual, stood in the middle of the room, smoking a short corn cob pipe. He congratulated Allen warmly upon his election to the Senate, dnd then calling to a young Irishman who acted as his body servant and waiter, turned to his visitors and said: - "Gentlemen, I think the occasion will warrant me in breaking over one of my own rules. ' Let us drink a little Maderia." . The wine was brought. Jackson took a small glassful it was the first liquor he had been known to touch for several months and then, asking his friends to excuse him for a few moments, he finished writing the letter upon which he was engaged, sealed, directed it, and lighting his cob pipe again, took a whili or two, and stood silently watching the face of a great, tall, oldfashioned clock which stood in the corner. It was five minutes before midnight; five minutes before the beginning of the day up on which Andrew Jackson would cease to be president of the United States. Slowly the minute hand moved round the dial. The silence of the room became almost painful. It vas broken by the clear, sharp bell of the clock, striking the last hour of a day that had gone forever. Then Jackson, starting suddenly and looking toward his friends, said with'a quick, nervous Jaugh: "Gentlemen, I am no longer president of the United States, but as good a citizen as auy of you. Subsequently he expressed to mem a reel ing of great relief at the prospect of escaping from the official cares which had begun to weigh most heavily upon him, saying to Allen among other things ot the same sort, "I am very glad to get away from all this excitement and bother." That day Van Buren was inaugurated president of the United States, and Jackson, at the end of his second term, left the White House left it so poor that he was obliged to borrow $-5,000 with which to rebuild "Her mitage," his old family mansion, which some tims before had been burned to the ground. After Waterloo. Temple Bar. To those who remember the enthusiastic welcome afforded to our troops on their re turn from the Crimea, especially that neverto be forgotten scene in iivde irark, it will be scarcely credible that on the regiments who had fought at Waterloo returnine home thev were treated with the utmost cold ness, nay, with positive neglect, and in some instances worse. Lord Albemarle says: "We landed at Dover in the latter end of December. An anti-military spirit had set in. Waterloo and Waterloo men were at a dis count. We were made painlullv sensible of I the change. " If we had been convicts discmbarkinsr from a hulk we could hardly have met with less consideration. The only persons who took any notice of us were the Custom House officers, and they kept us for- hours under arms in the cold while ghey subjected us to a riirid search. These functionaries were more than usually on the alert at this time because a dav or two before a brigade of ar tillery, with the guns loaded to the muzzle with rencu lace, had just supped tnrougn their flmrers." But even greater was the insult ottered the gallant beventy-third as related bv Scret. Morns: "tsetore we en tered the town (UoIchester( it was suggested that we ousht to bo decorated with laurel, and on passing a gentlemen's ground where there was plenty of it growing, he was civ illy requested to allow us to lane some, telling him the purpose for which it was wanted, "ne not onlv gave a peremptory refusal, biit also applied to us the term' vagabonds.' On the circumstances being reported to our commanding officer, he told us he would halt for half an hour to allow us to get la.irel, and an intimation was pretty Cr I ..l..il.. mifvYit tmt it .lftli rouudsbwe nai iust passed." The hint w ? w ari1 ffln - ,a .,,,, ,worate colors and caps- was incontinently gathered, Occasionally one picks up a scrap descrip tive of this sentiment, or a poem which brings vividly to the mind the good old days when there was beauty in the green fields and bright sunshine and rippling streams when the songsters of field and forest filled the blossom-laden air with sweetest melody, and the world seemed bounded by the line where the earth met the low-hanging sky We have never seen anything more utterly true to nature than the little gem below, V nen the cows come home. ' It does not exhibit the pathetic, yearning heart-sickness and world weariness which characterize "Rock me to sleep, mother," but it will find a responsive chord in every heart. Who that has read "The rain on the roof ' "Every patter on the ebiDgles H an echo In the heart; . And s tbonMnd recollections . Into boiy being fUrt; And s tbonsand bnr fancies Weare their bright hnee into woo , . Ai we Uaten to the patter Of the soft rain on the roof. God has placed within our reach many .-.it .M. t . i 1 mjulijiniu f, r niir sniritual for - aistemner: the irreen woods, the brooks,

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