Indiana State Sentinel, Volume 28, Number 16, Indianapolis, Marion County, 21 April 1880 — Page 10

TH rapiAKAj STATE SENTINEL. WEDNESDAY. APRIL 2 ii 1880-SUPPLEME

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Llttle lost derlinc com back to mf . f--Litis my arm a yi-1 oed to do. -Bare U the place where Joor head should bei I Bet 1 the boeom waiting fur yon. , ., . .. . LeVme'Vut Wegalabe'my breast T 1 The telfe touch oi yoar tlnj baud; ! r Tda roae-lraf hp lo myvwacloe prwet. Hi check bv jeer balmy breathings fanned. : u .. - '- -II 8m acre; f that tliht my weary eye. . i , ? A iheaseads of time l'f dona la play. . v , Wbeo I qocIom them la so ft urprlse. King ovt e laugh la your awes aid way! ' " m'- i 1 i : . i'k '! I ': - i, Obi to Bae.com to m, prrclou onrl ., r ( I am so heart tick and sad and lorn; ' v' Hkd as nature wltbont tbe still, -Kow that the light of any life ha flown. Ton t p lo In ehnrehyard all alone, Koswt watch by your aarrow bed; ; The wind e'er yoar tender body Mown, And night dew dripped oa your baby head. Not lo tha laminooe Held above AngeUanotber new star have eet; They uiajr enrrnnod yon with eeaielees lore 'Bhleld yeo from eorrow end alanine; yet' -.: iv Heeveo can not need you ao mcch a I,. Legion of cherub it bad be ore, Baby, my baby, way did yoa diel Coma to yoar mother, my own, once) moral Little loat darling, come back to me! Me In my arme yoa aed to dot Here i the place where yoar head should be; Bare on thj boeom waiting lor yonl Mßl ZEPflEB WINSOME. ' .' - . Danhary Newa. M3o Alf. -Winsome ha married little Zepher Jone. 1 'wonder how he expecta to make .10 ft week support them? I have heard him say that he had saved nothing until the last -vear. Of course his wife will expect at least $100 A vear for clothing besides her livins. As it will cost $10 a week for a room and board in any decent boarding house, my opinion is that the tailors, dry goods men And dressmakers will have to suffer. ' So said a brother workingman next day after the wedding. As Aiwa Zepher was known to be always richly and fashionably dressed, people that did not know how she obtained her money wondered as much as Alfred Winsome's shopmates how he could get along without runnine into debt as long as he could get trusted. As Alfred wa3 better dressed and alto gether a better looking man after marriage than he was betöre, and as "Lady Zepher" outhown her maiden days, and as all the drv p-oods men. tailors and milliners were eaeer to sell them whatever they desired to I buy because tney always paia casn, inquiBi- . t r i i; tive neoDle became curious to know how such a respectAble appearance was main tained on 10 a week. Some said Alfred had drawn A prize in a lottery. Some said he was an extra expert gambler, though nobody ever knew of bis buying a lottery ticket or playing A game of any kind, bus picioiu people said he must run into debt, And to verily their sayings they inquired of I every kind of merchant how much V insome I owed them. And when told that he had never been known to ask tor credit, they would not believe it. One day a shopmate who wanted to get married, but dared not for fear that be could not support a wife, asked Altred to tell him how be managed, lie laughingly replied, 'AIy lady is .a woman's right wo man." The shopmate stopped shoving his plane, Astonished, And gasped out, "ilow can a wo- I man that contends for her rights make it I easier for her husband to support her? I "Support her! exclaimed Altred, "why, a true woman's right woman won't let her I nusoana support ner. oue not. ouijr mwu i upon the rigut to support nerseu, put aoes it. i At least that's what my lady love does.'' " Well. I would not have a wife if I could not iupport her," his shopmate cried out ve hemently. "Just as you like," replied "Winsome. On the contrary, I am deeper in love with my woman's rights woman than I was be töre marriage, in our billing and cooing days I heard my Zepher argue for woman nzou. 1 asked her to enumer ate the rights. Yankee-like, she Asked me to enumerate a man's righ Well.'eaid I, 'in these United States a man has an absolute right of sovereignty over himself, and to lue, liberty and property, and he U not to be hindered in his pursuit of happiness.' 'lias not a woman the same rights?' she asked. 1 confess X hesitated a minute or more before I answered. 'Yes.' 'Ilow docs a man sustain such rights?' 'Why, by voting for men to make and administer such laws as he thinks will secure him in tbe en joyment of life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness. 'Why should not women have the riirht to do the same? I could think of only one answer, and that was that women as a mass had never desired to exercise the right to chooee representatives to make laws or governors to administer them. 'If women were invited by the men to become co partners in government, would men be inlured, in any way?' 'Men would not in Any manner injured, but women would ' if they took part in elections. Somehow I said, 'it . doe cot seem right for a woman to mix in political strife. Why should there be any strife in voting for just laws and upright Governors, Judges, City Mayors andTowu Selectmen to adminiater the laws? I could only answer that on election days there was so much drubkeness, bitterness of speech and strife. that the Lord forbid that women should ever be contaminated by mixing in' tbe .un civilized uproar. 'lias not a man a right to support hioiself in every proper manner,: be he married or single? Uh, yes.' 'lias not a woman the same right?' 'Certainly, but can she do so the same as a man ?' ' W by can't she?' 'W by because sb u a woman, and is not fitted to perform the rough work of the world.' 'Is she not fitted to perform the; finer work of the world, such as being Gover nors, Judges, Senators, Representatives, merchants, artists, booksellers, teachers And general writers?' 'Good Lord,' I gasped out. 'who would in that case keep house and mind the children?' 'Whv shouldn't the men, when their wives were best fitted by natural intelligence and thorough training for first-class undertakings and work?' . 'Be cause tbe men would not submit to her crovernment.' 'Thea it is because the men will, rebel Against superior natural endow. ments and training, and not because it would be wrong in and of itself?' Now, just" look." here, MUs ' Jones,' I Aid,1 you -fairlr ' frighten " me. Who would think such A little head as yours could ask such hard questions T She put on tbe gravest kind ox a look and said. . , 1 am going to ask you harder questions. You have Asked me to marry you. Do you know how many dollars it takes in a year to keep me ia dresses, bats, gloves,' jewelry, etc?' That question confounded me more than the others, ao I faintly replied I was sore I never hd thought of taking aa. Inventory of her

make up. 'Does your wages more than sup

port you as you live now T , .1 Diusaea as mach as a man can as l answered, '.mo. " -6"' ' ' we have married?' ' That question' bo non TTr,ar'rn fh erat m v rl mnprdrwWMi etc.. after plussed me that I took np my hat and said I would tell her next öunaay evening, and went home thoroughly demoralized. JNOW I was so. muddled by that question that I was two cays getting my head clear enougn to flg'ire up my weekly expenses, when I ii i S ' J J r T caned again 1 was quite ueepouueu iuri had i not . been able . to make $19 a week do more than keep us, whether we boarded or kept hoii3e After we were married. After I had confessed my inability to satis factorily answer her question, she asked me if I would want to marry her if she frequented liquor saloons, drank whiskey and lager, chewed tobacco And smoked cigars r l opened my eyes wide And Answered, 'Certainly not? 'Then why should . i marry you 7 You do tnese tning. l was quite in dignant that man right to drink, smoke and carouse should be so plainly questioned, and hotly replied, that if she was so particular, of course we could never agree, and took my hat to go, thinking that like most young women she would apologize for her filain and, as most men would call it, iasultng ipeech. But I went out the door, and sae txk- up the Uanbury iNews and Degan reading about the NeUon street man, and faid no further attention to me. 'Now, era's a go,' I muttered, as I stumbled along the sidewalk. You had better look . out where you go,' angrily ehouted a man whom I ran hard against, I beg pardon,' 1 said. Ualloo, AIL is it your uas little epner been blowing you up? You stagger along as though you were drunk. Take a cigar and let us go into the den, and see the boys.' Thank you,' I replied; 'there s something the matter with me that only a good sleep sleep will cure.' After I had recovered my reasoning powers tne queauon, now to support a wife and himself on $10a week and why should a woman consent to aiarry a man who prefers saloon company, whuky, and tobacco to his wife's society, kept pressing for a solution. After living a month without cigars and treating my cronies to liquor, 1 found I had nearly $20 besides my general heaitn was vastly better. But till I could not be- . 1 A. gin to mawe out enougn to support a wife in the 6tyle I know Zepher . ill t was accUftomed to. i canea on ner one evening and said I was ready to admit that a woman ought to demand the same purity of character and unexceptionable social habits - - . . . . - In husband that he expected in a wiie, dui how tD live in proper stylo on fit) a week was beyond my comprehension She cave me a book to read which she said would solve the mystery, and told me to keep clear of liquors and tobacco for a year, and study hard on the problem of married lile econo mie. I understood that I was on trial. Daring the year we were often together at her home, walking and riding, but said noth inC about man's or woman s rights. The book contained 'a scientific solution of the problem of correct living. It convinced me that I could support a wife in a respectable manner on $10 a week. When the year was up I asked her again to bo my wife. She asked me what my income and expense had been the past year. I answered $500 And $300. 'Well,' said she, 'I earned in the same time by makintr gen tlemen's vesU $600 and spent $350. Will y0U e content to have me continue to sup port myself in the same manner? Take particular notice, 1 don't say support you. My woman' rights education won't let me make ft pauper of my husband, nor let me bemas0f nia earnings.' Ut course 1 readily mrrretd. to such an arrangement, and lauzh :niT a;j hat I should be ever to much delgly i lighted to go arm in arm with ber and vote together if we agreed party wise, or to pair off it she proved to be a Democrat and I a Republican. o bargaining, sir. We will vote our convictions. 6aid she. laying her forefinger emphatically in the palm of her left band. ' All liqour-loving, cigar-emoking Repub lican and Democratic politicians consider Mrs. Zepher Winsome a strong-minded wo man i Mrs. Lofty and X. Mr. Lofty keep a carriage, 8o do I; She has dapple grays to draw it, Nona have I; She' do prondi-r whh her coachman. Than am I, . With my blue-eyed langblng baby, Trnndllug by. f hide lb face leei she might aee Tha cherub buy and envj me. Her Ine honhand has white fingen, Mia ha not; Be conld giro hi bride a palace. Mine a cot: Ben come home beneath the starlight, Ne'er ear he; Mine cornea la the parple twilight, Kif me, And pray that He who tarnt life's isodt, Will hold hia luted one la Hia hand. Blr. Lofty ha her Jewel, bo have I; She wear her opon her boeom, I aside 1; She will leave her at death portal. By aud by; I ehall bear my tr.aore with m Wlrf-n 1 die. For I hare love and the ha gold; She eon qu her wealth, mine can't be told. She ha those who loe her tat Ion, Mono h I; Bat I'f one troe heart beside me Olad am I; I'd not change It lor a kingdom. No, not I; God will wt-ifb n in HI balance. By and by. And then the tlifTamoce QV11 de floe 'Twlxt Mr. Lofty' wealth ami mine. Formation of Character. Phillip Brook If somebody should give me a diamond to carry to Europe, I can know exactly how much would be lost to the world were I to drop it into the sea; but if a seed should be given me, l can only regard it with awe as containing concealed within it the food of untold generations. That is the difference between looking at the truth as a diamond or as a seed as final or germinal. In all training of character, continuity and economy must be supreme. The notion that character is spontaneous is held by most peopie in tne earner portion oi tneir lives, and is wrong. When they discover this, nine tenths change to the other extreme. This Is wrong, too. Hosts of young men think that their character will form of itself, and they will necessarily become better as they grow older. Hosts of old men believe that their character is fixed atd that it is impossible for them to become better. Such beliefs are foolish. People are alse wrong in thinking they can put off tneir bad traits and put on their good traits. The old failures can not be thus transformed, but out of the old habits new can be formed. This is what many poor creature needs to know. We must make what we at to be out of what we art al ) rady.

FBKNCH VINES AND WINKS

The) Famous French Vineyards De awl bed With Pen and Pencil How and Where the Best Wine Are Made. A sumptuous volume has recently been issued from the Paris publishing house of E. Plön & Co., entitled "La Yigne: . Voyage autoux des Vlns de France." , The author u M. BertalL and the book is well described in a sub-title aa a "physiological, anecdotal, his torical. humorous, and somewhat scientific study." . The wines of France are classified in three chief categories white wines, blue wines. red wines white, red, and blue tne t rencn national colors. The white wines, says M. Bertall, are winea of luxury and of exceptional use in ordinary life; from the Chabirs and the Saumur, which moisten the oysters and enliven choice dinners, to the grand Champagne, which sparkles in the glasses at diners de fete, and the grand Sauterne, which diffuses its golden amber radiance on festival occasions. White wine is the wine of the rich. Red wines are the French wines par excellence the wines of custom and of good titste; three which especially rjoice the heart and the brain, enlarge the mind, and give everything a roseAte nue. To them belong the wArm And transparent color, and the delicate, elegant, and delicious bouquet. Blue wines are the wines of the poor, of the mechanic'and the laborer. They are warm n the stomach but sharp in the throat; they revive tbe body and the mind if taken moderately, but, if drunk in excess, exasperate the vital forces and destroy the play of thought. The Question as to whether the red wines of Bordeaux or those of Burgundy deserve the first rank is an old one, and is no nearer settlement than it was 100 years ago. Your wines" are simple drinks for sick peo ple," say the Burgundians. ''Yours are head-splitting beverages, retort the Uordelais. '-Ours can travel with impunity," say the first. "Ours improve marvelously with age," declares the second. Most consumers are like the President of a Paris tribunal, a fine epicure after the manner of BnllatSavarin, who was asked at a dinner-party by the lady of the house whether he pre ferred Bordeaux or IJurgundy. .Madame, replied the magistrate, in his gravest tones, this 5s a case which has occupied me for a longtime, and which I am desirous of decid ing, but 1 experience so much pleasure in examining the evidence on both sides that I postpone my decision from week to week.' The finest of the Bordeaux winea is the Chateau Lafitte, and close after it rank the Chateau Margaux and the Chateau Latour. These alone are classed as the first quality. The second quality includes Larose. Rnuzan, Leovillee, and a dozen other brands less known in American markets. The third. fourth and fifth grades in the Bordeaux classification include few names that would be recognized in this country. Probably the wines of these grades are generally labeled for American consumption with names tbev have no ngbt to. lielow all these grades are three other classes called, respec tively, Bourgeois, Artisan and Peasant wines. The Chateau Lafitte estate was bought by the Barons Alphonse, Gustave and Edmond Rothschild in 1863 on the death of Count Duchatel, for 4,500,000 francs. In ten yeara the profits on the wine it produced returned tbe entire purchase money to the new owners. mi f !1 J 1 ine wines vary consiueraoiy in excellence and value from year to year. After the sale of the property there was an auction in the cellar of all the accumulated stock. The highest price was paid for twenty-one bottles of the famous Comet wine, so called from the fact that it was produced in 1811 the year of the groat comet. It brought 121 francs a bottle. Tbe great variation in tbe value ol Chateau Lafitte was shown by tbe sales of the product of recent years, 1864 wine bring ing eighteen franca a bottle, while that of lbti3 sold for only seven. In good years the vineyar is of Chateau Lafitte yield only 180 casks ot wine. The whole product, save what the Rothschilds reserve for themselves, is sold in bulk to a single wine merchant, who disposes of most of it to the English nobility. Very few bottles find their way across the Atlantic. Most ot tbe so called Chateau Lafitte sold in Europe and America is Bordeaux of the second or third quality falsely labeled. The King of all Burgundy wines is the Clos-Vougeot. A little before reaching Dijon, says 21. Bertall, the train from Beaune passes on tbe right a long bill-side bathed in sunlight, of mountainous aspect, but care fully cultivated. Upon iU slope stands a huge bare looking structure dominated by two mas live square towers. "All at once the countenance of my traveling companion, usually so gay, assumed an appearance of exceptional gravity. He re spectfully removed his hat. " 'Uncover,' said he. "I hastened to imitate him. " 'But what for?' I asked. " 'Salute the CIos Vougeot,' he replied with earnestness, 'the most precious gift Heaven nas made to our country. "It was an ancient custom, I learned When a regiment passes on the road, the Uolonel orders tbe drums to beat and the troops to present arms. In fact, too much honor can not be paid to this exceptional product of the generous soil of Burgundy. A tout seigneur tout nenneur. The Clos-Vougoet Vineyard contains about 120 acres, and gives an average annual yield of 14,000 gallons. It is probable, says tne autnor, mat at least ten times as much apocryphal Cos-v ougeot wine is sold as genuine. The chateau was built by a brother hood of Bernadine monks in 1551, and remained in the possession of the order until the revolution, when it was confiscated and sold. It now belongs to the heirs of M. Uuvrard. The best French white wine is at the Chateau Yquem, the product of a vineyard near Pujols, in the Departments Lot et Garonne, the property of the Marquis de LurSaluces. Chateau Yquem, called by the people of the Gironde the. king of wines and the wine of kings, is not a celebrityjof old date, ltjbejan to be famous about the close ot tbe last century, and is said to owe its excellence to particular processes in the making introduced by an ancestor of the present Jiarquis soon after he came into pos session of the estate in 1780. Although the vineyards cover 474 Jacres, they have never produced more man izu casks of wine in single year. So that it is probable that most of the lovers of Chateau Yquem never tasted the genuine article in all their lives. The price of tbe new wine at the cellars averaires about 6,000 francs a cask. A cask of 1847 was sold in 1859 to the Grand Duke Constantino, of Russia, for 20,000 francs. , Champagne, as everyone knows, is the product of the vineyards of a small district of country In the northeastern part of Franc, principally comprised within the Departsnent of kUrn. The Author select for de

scription one of the oldest And most celebrated of the champagne establishments at Rheims the house of Pommery and Greno, and v give. : an entertaining account of the manufacture of the wine: . t : "At the gates of Rheims, on the road that leads to erzenay, rises a vast building of

singular and original architecture, in style Renaissance, Gothic and Byzantine. This structure, partly of brick and partly of stone, has in ita aspect I know not of gay and grave,' of serious and joyous. ' Elegant towers of rose color rise toward the sky with the manners of cathedral spires. It is, in fact, a cathedral constiucted in honor of the most jovial of gods, the god Bacchus, and for the use of the faithful worshipers of this ddity of youth and gayety. This cathedral ia the bouse of lime. Pommery, and is known under the name of Yeuve Pommery et Greno. Let us make, in passing, an observation in honor of the amiable sex which we men call the weaker; it is that the prosperity of the champagne industry is due chiefly to the cflorts of the high intelligence of two women two widows whose husbands, but for them, would never have been heard of the Widow Cliquot and the Widow Pommery.' The bottles destined to hold the wine are first rinsed by girls, who ting at their work, aooompan ving their songs with the clinking sound of the t mall pi-aces ot glass which are put in the bot tles to aid the water to take out every particle of impurity. Then the bottles go to the mi rout es other girls who examine them carefully, to make sure that no speck remains which might impure the flavor of the wine. The nice process of mixing tbe crude wine contained in huge vats so as to produce the exact flavor desired is next described, and then the operation of bottling. Afterward a visit is made to the vast caverna cut in the chalk rock, where the bottled wine undergoes tbe process of self-purification. The visitors stop in a gloomy gallery to notice some men perched upon a sort of pulpit, who act as if they were printers at work at their cases, or organ iu silently studying the touch of tbeir instruments. The pulpits are bottle-racks, and the workmen are giving each bottle a slight jerk and twist to accelerate the deposit of sediment upon the cork. Every day for two months the bottles are put through this eourse of gymnastics. Then they are taken out and submitted to the operation called degorge. The cork is released and flies out with great force, carrying with it the sediment deposited in the neck of the bottle. The workmen must be expert or the wine will follow the cork. A neighbor of the deeorceur seize the bottle and performs the dotage, or dosing which oonsit-U in nlling it with a sirup made of white wine, brandy and loaf sugar. The percentage of this sirup added to the wine varies according to the market to which it is to be sent. For Russia, where sweet cham pagne is preferred, the dosage amounts to 10 or 12 per cent, lor Germany, o to 8; for England and America, where dry wine is the favorite, it is barely 2. There now remains nothing but to cork the bottle anew and put on its teal and label, wrap it in blue or red paper, and give it straw envelope which is to protect it from the shocks and jars of travel. Laid By. Laid by in my ient chamber, I hear them stirring beluw; Voice I lore are soanding clear And step I know at in miua ear, Still passing to and fro, And I ask my heart, Shall I never more Of mine own will pa through that doorT I ask. Oh! is It forever That I hare ceaced to be One ot the group aroand the hearth. Sharing: their sorrow or tbeir mirth? Am I from henceforth free FVoni all concern with the things of life, Pone with its lurrow, and toil, and strife? Shall they carry me forth In silence. With blind and sealed. up eyes? Shall tbey throw the iudow aide to the air Aud gather mementoes here and there, A they think, with tears and siich, "Tbl she vti lond of this the wore, But she never hall need thwn any m re." A. M. Monster ia Littel!' Living Age A True LAdy. Gall Hamilton. Wildness is a thing which girls can not afford. Delicacy is a thing which can not be lost cr found. No art can restore the grape its bloom. Familiarity, without confl dence, without regard, is destructive to al that makes women exalting and ennobling The world 1 wide, these thing are email; . They may be nothing but they ar all. Nothing? It is the first duty of a woman to be a lady. Good breeding is good sense. Bad manners in a woman is immorality Awkwardness may be ineradicable. Bathfulness is constitutional. Ignorance of eti quette is the result of circutnetances. AI can be condoned and not banish men or women from the amenities of their kind. But self-po6esced, unshrinking and aggressive coarseness of demeanor may be reck oned as a btates Prison offense, and cer tainly merits that mild sort of restraint called imprisonment for life. It is a shame for wo. men to be lectured on their manners. It is a bitter shame that tbey need it. Women are the umpires of society. It is they to whom all mooted points cbould be referred To be a lady is more than to be a prince. A lady is always in her right inalienably worthy of respect. To a lady, prince or peasant alike bow. Do not be restrained Do not have impulses that need restraint, Do not wish to dance with the prince un sought; feel differently. Be sure you confer honor. Carry yourself so loftily that men will look up to you for reward not at you in rebuke. The natural sentiment of man toward woman Is reverence. He loses a large means of grace wben be is obliged to account her a being to be trained in propriety. A man's ideal is not wounded whm a woman fails in worldly wisdom; but if in grace, in tact, in sentiment, in delicacy, in kindness, she would be found wanting, he receives an inward hurt. The fame of Brooklyn's clergymen has reached far and wide, and many anecdotes Are told concerning it. Viators Are said to frequent the city for the purpose of view ing the churches where the most illustrious divines hold forth," and many more go to view tne divines them? elves. A few days ago a Brooklyn ite started from Fulton ferry with a rural acquaintance in search of infor mation. Passing up Fulton street, be showed him Plymouth Church, whose unassuming appearance was a sore disappointment to him. On they went by the City Hall, which excited 'L'.ingled emotions," the County Court House and other more or lees imposing structures, and at last stood in Iront of Tal mage's Tabernacle The countryman exam ined it with great interest "from turret to foundation stone," and wben he had done said in a half-apologetic, half-confidential way: "Waal, now, I don't Jest remember hat crime it was he was guilty of 1"

MADAME DE STAEL.

The Most Brilliant Woman of Her Generation. . c Some Account of the Tlmea In Which She Livexl-Glimpse of Xapoleott A New Carwer For Women. , Philadelphia Pres. Dr. Lord lectured yesterday on Mme. de Stael aa the repreenLative of those literary women who have within 100 years distin guished themselves in a field which was formerly supposed to belong to men alone. She arose On ' the eve of the French revolution, the daughter of Neckar. Mme. de Stael was brilliant in conversa tion from her youth, and at this period. when her father was high in power and his house the resort of the most cultivated peo ple in Parif, she was the idol and admira tion of every circle. She waa not technically beautiful, but the expression of her animated countenance was exceeding by attract ive. The soul was painted in the face, full of sympathy, good nature, intelligence, intuition; intellect and heart radiated in her smiles. Her dark, lustrous eye. flashing with genius, and the tingling expression of her lip gave splendor and variety to her whole aspect now languid and pensive, then ener getic And commanding. Her compliments were sincere, her humor playful, her disposition kind, her eloquence irresistible. tihe playtd, sang, wrote poetry, offered th most original views on every subject, seemed a priestess, a sybil, full of inspiration, radiant, hopeful, witty, so that every one listened to her as to an oracle, and went away with sentiments bordering on idolatry. Added to these gifts of nature and culture, she was the richest heiress in the Kingdom and her father was one of the mo6t illustrious men. bne whs married at the age of twenty, and her house was the resort of the best society f the wicked and intellectual Capital, ol which she was the brighest ornament. She was an eye-witness of the terrible scenes of the revolution, and escaped judicial assassination almost by miracle. Still she bad faith in this great movement, and thought anarchy might be subverted and law reign supreme. ureat was her surprise and sadness when Napoleon appeared to her inspired eyes in his true light, and commenced that regime which ended in a taonc of despotism, cemented with tears and blood. She detested, she defied him, and her house became the center of opposition and the headquarters of enmity, and she waa bamsbed to without forty leagues ot Paris. This was a most severe punishment. She could not live contentedly away from the center of the social and intellectual attractions. Paris was to her what Boston is to the New England peo pie "the hub of the universe." But, with wandering steps and slow, she took her way from the Eden she loved, and sought in Germany to enjoy high intellectual life. She wrote the greatest dissertation on that country ever produced. Forced again to flee the persecutions of INapoleon, she visited the classic and hal lowed land, above all others dear to the poet, the artist, the antiquarian, tbe philanthropist Italy. In this unfortunate and illustrious land, ever fresh to travelers, Mme. de Stael linger ed more tnan a year, visiting every scene that bad a history, and every monument that shall decay only with time. The result ofthat journey was "Corinne," one of those immortal books which the heart of the world cherishes, a painting, a poem, tragedy, a novel, a critique, interesting to all classes, ages and countries; to toe boy in college, to the philosopher in his cell, the the woman in her boudoir, since it is a rec ord ofthe mysteries and tbe cravings of great soul, and a description of what is most beautiful or venerable in nature or in art. It is the most brilliant and comprehensive of all books ever written on Italy, the trans cript of profound sorrows of lofty aspirations. It may seem exaggerated in its transports; but transports can never betoo highly colored, since no language can be as vivid as sensation, and enthusiasm fully expressed ceases to be a rapture. The soul that fancies it has reached the heights of love, or beauty. or truth claims to have apprehended tbe im mortal, the infinite; it can not only aspire to renewed, but to never-ending revelations. On tbe fall of Napoleon, Mme. de Stael re turned to Paris. Tfie restoration hailed her with enthusiasm. The press implored her assistance. Authors sought her encourage ment. The salons caught inspiration from her presence. Never was woman seated on a prouder throne. But she did not live long enough to enjoy her honors. She was stifled, like Voltaiie, by inceme and idolatries, worn out by excessive mental activities, and died prematurely at tne aee or rmy-one. Her life is memorable for inaugurating a new period in literary hutory. With her commenced a new class of female authors. Mrs. Barbauld wrote poetry and CiMys, and stirred to lofty devotional sentiments. Hannah M re exercised a powerful influence upon ethical writers. Mrs. Radcliffe invented a new style of romance in the "Mysteries of Udolpho' Mrs Hemans, Browning, Norton and a score of others won honorable renown as poets. Charlotte Bronte shared with Bulwer and Dickens the honor which the age gives its great novelists; Harriet Martineau sought to solve the gravest questions of political economy. Agnea Strickland won laurels as a historian. Mrs. Somervile showed a grasp of philosophical genius which placed her in the ranks of great astronomers. I need not enumerate the cat alogue of great female writers which this century has produced in France, in Germany, in Sweden and in our own country. Three-fourths of the material furnished for our literary newspapers is prepared by women. There was a time when woman's sphere was narrowed down to domestic duties the care of children, embroidery, music, the dance, dress, dalliance, gossip, scandal. Even now, in Noodledom, conceptions of her are scarcely higher. No enlarged, generous, sensible person would now doom woman to such insignificance. Every man as a father rejoice in the new scope for her energies which our times present; where she has proved her equality of genius; where she has gained so many ofthe highest prizes; where she keeps the best schools; where she shows in society the most brilliant Attainments; where she ordinarily composes the

most appreciative part of audiences; "where the talks French before her brothers can translate the earliest lines of YirgiL If the

professional attainments are still made by men yet out of the professions, women may still surpass men, since men in the active spheres of life have notoriously ao little leisure. Why should thev not becomi liniruists: decipher the difficulties of arcbsBology; write the best poetry of the realm of sentiment; be essajUts and critics? Surely they have lofty sentiments, are keen to observe absurdities; why should they not describe the life and manners of former generations, if they have acuteness, patience, insight, appreciarion? Why fhould not thev be artUta. If thev have a quick sense ofthe beautiful, the grand. tne truer I know of no more splendid future for wo men than to encircle their brows itb those proud laurels which have ever been decreed to those who have advanced the interests of truth and the dominion of the soul, and which experience shows they have already won, and reason still more imperatively de clares they mny continue indefinitely to win. The True Mory of Morgan. IBurlington Ilawkeye. "Batavia, my friends" said the fat pasenger, is the home of the late lamented Mr. Morgan. Mr. Morgan, in bis day, was a goat rider of considerable celebrity. But he went back on the goat. Here is the office of the Advocate, one of the weekly papers of uaiavia. in tnis print sbop in tbe days of the Advocate's ancestor, Mr. Morgan printed a book, and told all about tbe bad habits, the decetful tricks and the bad ways of the gat. tie gave tne ironcsome animal ol the lodge away bad. Lie described his amusements; be told how he did it and what he called it. He just told all about it, and literally took the goat by the horns, which, Mr. Morgan averred, were not the only kind of horns taken in tbe lodge. "Ihe dejected animal brooded over his wrongs. He felt that Mr. Morgan's offense was rank. It cculdn't have been much ranker than the goat, but the goat didn't think of that. He only thoucht of revenue. He had his revenge. One summer nieht the goat backed out of his closet, got out of A window in the lodge room, slid noiselessly down the lightning-rod (we can see the same lightning-rod a few blocks further on.) That very night the doomed And recreAnt brother Morgan was out taking a walk in the starlight. The great exposer strayed carelessly down one street and another, his hands clasped behind bis back and his head bent in tbougbt. As be walked with an uneven gait, his back swayed to and fro with what an ordinary goat might consider a challenging gesture. He did not lck around and so he did not see a terrible figure . that followed him. A gloomy, threatening, fearful shape a part of the night, but not ot it. Now and then aalt came close to Mr. Morgan it would raise itself up in the air with its head bent down, as though in mockery of its victim's attitude, and for a brief second it would retain this attitude, looking in the gloom like a shadowy letter S with legs. Then it would let down and pause to eat a circus poster, and after having finished this frugal lunch it would hasten on after the doomed Morgan. "By and by tbe traitor stood on the bridge over the Towanda. He folded his arms, crossed his legs and leaned easily upon the parapet. At that instant the goat ran up to short range, unlimbered, and went into battery, action rear. He straightened himself up like a lightning rod, then he curved himsell into an interrogation poiLt, then he shot himself out straight horizontally, and came down in one time and two motions. 'He butted Mr. Morgan. He only butted him once; but once was all the bill called for. It was an immense success. The doom weren't open ten minutes belore the house was crowded, standing room all gone, and tbe last man thatcame in bad lo leave bis cane outside. Tbe goat's neck cracked like a tornado with the concussion, and it is on the records of the lodge that he wore a porous plaster on his back lor the next two weeks. Nothing like it had ever happened in his family since his great grandfather hired himself out to Augustus Cesar for a Roman catapult. "As for Mr. Morgan, he was amazed. And pained and disappointed. Di-appointed because he could nut die right away and be done with it. He was at a loss to know just what had happened, and was surprised that no one else felt the shock ofthe earthquake. When he landed against the side of a mountain, about foar miles the other side of the creek, he began to realize the terrible truth. He was seized with an intense sickening fear of all goats, and no wonder. The next day, when" be was standing at the mantelpiece eating his dinner, he laid his hnnd on bis heart, which bad been knocked clear up into the back of his neck, and took a solemn oath that he would go where he never again could see, hear, feel or smell a goat -especially feel. Mr. Morgan seems to have been a man who didn't have any too much regard for the eancit'ty of an oath, but circumstances assisted bim in kef ping his vow. He started to escape from the pretence of goats the next day. "Naturally, when he hid himself from tbe nod of the headstrong and erratic gDat, he disappeared from tbe eyes of men. He couldn't help it. Wherever he found men, there were goats. If ht slept in a stable, the goat was there, breathing sweet perfume lrom his cashmere locks. He found them on the dreary mountain side, fattening on the dried moss of centuries. If he went to the crowded cities the goat, while he solemnly chewed bits of twine and tomato can labeli, looked At Mr. Morgan convivially, as who should say, 'Brother Morgan, you has my eye.' If he went out into the pathless desert, the goat met him and hospitably invited him to 'have a cactus.' And so he fled, speeding with wings of fear, and bones of aching memories to spur him on, far, far from the haunts of men and goats. And he never was seen again, and he never came back. This is the true story of Morgan's disappearance, for are we not here in tbe very village where he lived? Are we not standing on the very ground where it all occurred? Do we not know since we Are here? It has been said that Morgan's fate was An Awful one; that may not lie told. It has been said that the Freeland Expected Masons ate him up; that they run him through a straw cutter; that they bought his boy a tin horn; that they told his wife his gun wasn't loaded, and then buried him at a lonely spot in the dark forest, where two crossroads meet, with an ash stake driven through his beArt. Many are the wild and unreal stories told of his disappearance, but The sad passenger paused impressively. "But?" the fat passenger said interrogatively. U ... II .1 J M ..n.liulak. JUtb, WSMHI JJBJP! 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