Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 1, Number 1, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 2 July 1870 — Page 6

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,. [For the Saturday Evening Mail.] J'-OXLY A WHITE If AND." 4 ***a-

1 ~J»Y IvPKOS X. THIC'IIEA.

Thcv stood in .in anm of flowers, Si lireathiii'j a sweet perfume— And saw not the Pa.r«e sisters,.

In their mysterious loom "Weaving the wei) of destiny— Aurora tinged wit/ gloom v.-. "W^'V-1

Only a white hand clasped in bronze— (The breezes went and came)— Only two violets steeps! in dew

Speaking a tender name! *nly the voice of a strong man near— A passion ringed with flame!

The morning eaino with a wealth of eliee: For the passionate heart of youl !Rut I saw a curiam lifted up

Uy the 1) ilmv breath of the .South And a strong man kneeling beside a bier, Kissing a dear, cold mouth! fA wreath of snow-white orange flowers,

Dropping an odorous balm A form of fault less purity, A iientleand changeless calm And a while hand, out in the infinite,

W a a a a

(jn on! like a re:sfli.v.s torrent, Hacli glittering helmet steeled, Rushed the embattled warriors,

Sweeping the bloody field, Till from the horrible carnage'* Kacli iron column reeled

In the van of the hosts a stalwart form Fell as a hero falls— •Felt not the heart-cord snapping—

Heard not the bugle calls— K'lir onli/ a irJt.ile hand bcckonin'j Ocrr thr jasper walls

[For the Saturday Evening Mail.]

The Boquet of Violets.

J2Y MKS. NKTTIK 15. JOAIJ.

Please sir, buy my flowers? Those aro only a penny a bunch, sir, and sec how nice."

It -was a very plump, delicate hand tiiat held up lor inspection a tiny cluster of violets, blue as the heavens \v!\i''li had tinted them, and redolent with the In-eath of spring, and the voice which leaped iy and out these words was very sweet and pleading but it was not the voice, nor the pretty dimpled hand, nor even the dark wistful •eyes raised so beseechingly to his, that made Lynne Graham come to a dead halt, so suddenly, in tlie midst of his rapid walk to his office one beautiful morning early in May. Interruptions such as this were common to him, sit,jjaftd there in the heart of a great city, and from their very frequency he had come to pay buMittle attention to them, unless he saw it to bo a ease of real ekarity, and then he gave his alms with a. nonchalance which showed how little he was interested in the matter.

Hut we all know what it is to assotinte events, important in themselves, with Home little simple object, unprepossessing and insignificant in itself and vet, the key to momentous eras in •our lives. Although events are forgotten, seemingly, the little talisman connected with them only needs be seen, though in f.freign lands and surrounded by strange scenes and circumstances, to roc ill them with such vivid distinctness that they seem but incidents of to-day. So to Lynne iraham a tiny violet proved the sesame to a page in his life which was alike painful and pleasing to contemplate. lie to re his mental vision there unfolded a picture of childhood, wreathed

About with these innocent harbingers of spring. At sight of these blue flowers, time rolled backward unheeded, and in thought he stood there a bo^y again, holding the Mowers which he had taken from the child, and gazing down at them as if they were real human beings and could talk to him about .-ill that was in his heart just then. .Slow it all came back to him, the meniorv of a beautiful May day inornitu fifteen years ago, when he constituted one of a group romping and shouting in the south meadow lot of. Briarwood, ft was his sister Maggie's birthday and cousin Ella and Mamie, together with Arthur Lee, had come over by request to spend the day with tftom.

After maturo deliberation and much tail: and planning as to the character of the day's amusement, they had decided to have a real May day party, ineludiiur ii pole wreathed with garlands, a ineen, and ail. Cousin Mamie had been unanimously chosen queen and fiie south meadow lot as the site ol the grand display. Eddie hail assured them .they would find any amount of wild Mowers there for decorating purposes. While ho and Eddie were to prepare a pole and arrange a platform, was to gather Mowers and Assist girls generally. *?..••-*« t, l.ater, once as he had looked up lrom hi- work, his eye took in a pretty tableau which impressed him even then, but which now he remembered with .paiuful emotion Maggie was kneeling by Mamie's side adjusting a wreath upon her head. Ella and Emma sat near br holding their unfinished garlands itt their hands and gazing with interest

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and they had shown their devotion by kneeling around her, singing "Boautiful Queen, All Ilail «s they aroso Eddio, in his haste to get on his feot first, lost his equilibrium and turned a complete sumersualt, ending by striking his curly little pate against the unsteady pole and sending it unceremoniously earthward.

Alas! for childhood's joys'• Eifieon long dreary years stretched their length between that day and the present. Fifteen years replete with cares, toil, tears, and death. Since that time the red hand of war, stretching ghost-like over the land, had hurled many noble sons and fathers into the vortex of death, and among the latter was Arthur Leo. One year later they had laid Maggie Lee by her mother's side. Eddie and Emma slept there too. Ella and Mamie rested side by side in Norwood cemetery. 3 le alone was all that was left of that merry band who played together that day at Briarwood.

He alone remained to fight life's battles. Thus far he had conquered all opposition, and to-day stood forth to the world a brave, enterprising, selfreliant man worthy of the position he occupied, and yet, feeling at times that one day of unalloyed happiness were

well worth it all. "Hello, Graham, what the deuce are you doing? You haven't moved nor opened vour mouth for the last five minutes, at least, not while it has taken me to walk from Belcourt's down—a whole square, I declare! Have

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Then addressing himself to the child: "What else have you here fair one? Anything worth looking at?" continued he, drawing near, and carelessly tossing into confusion the carefully arranged nosegays in the little wicker basket, which the owner during the foregoing conversation had taken the liberty to deposit upon the pavement.

Willanl Edmunds belonged to that class of persons who estimate the character and worth of their fellow beings by their outer adornings awarding merit only where these are of line linen and purple and have the glitter ol gold upon them, lie conceived it entirely prenosterous that true nobility and purity of soul should be covered by a tattered garment. Because he was blessed by a goodly portion of this world's goods, he deemed it unnecessary to be civil to those less fortunate than himself. In this instance, however, he half repented of his rudeness, for with a look of scorn 011 her fair face, and a half impatient gesture, the little (lower maiden arrested him in his deleterious movements, while she answered scornfully: "If you'll be so kind as not to

spoil my Mowers I'll slunv you ^-hatyt have, sir." "Humph! you are touchy. Such a spirit isn't becoming in one like you," rejoined Edmunds, mockingly, pretending to examine a dainty cluster of verbena, heliotrope, and geranium, which he had just selected. "I'm 110 beggar, sir and you are 110 gentleman." Her dark c\es flashed out the words and her voice fairly quivered with indignation. "I do not have, to sell Mowers, for aunt May takes care of me now, but when Uncle Godfrey conies home he'll take me home with him. I only sell flowers because—because I want to, sir."

No princess could have displayed more dignity and hiiuU'ur than was

Vrthur evinced by this indignant child, whom tho Edmunds held so far beneath him that he deemed her incapable of insult. But lie was taken so completely aback by the resentment she had justly shown him, that something like a feeling of admiration crept into his mind along side with that of mortification, which had already taken possession there. He had been snubbed by a girl still in short dresses, and felt it.

upon the trial going on his head bared, and the soft wind rtut toring his brown hair about his broad is uncle Godfrey and aunt Mary?

brow, stood close beside Maggie, cagcr-

Bv Jove! you would do for a tragedy queen, like vou.

\v^ m^n^ he^, and holding in his gathering up her basket she turned to hands his straw hat tilled to the brim depart, when Graham, who had reinamw'lih flowers and grasses, while con- cd silent spectators this scene, men•qrfouous among the former was the tally, however denouncing Mmund, .tlnv violet pure, delicate and beauti- as an arrrogant fool, deserving o^ all ho fufas the facc* which lent above it. got and much more, and studying the

But what a shout of laughter rang fair, proud face of tho girl, watching through the air, when, after all had the color deepen in her cheeks and her wn completed, and the n\vai

queen eyes

l.ad been eulogized in a speech from ing admiration at the quaint manner in Ar'hur ind then crowned by Maggie, which she vindicated her own character

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countered fate in the guise of a flower girl, and has she charmed you with a 'bunch of flowers? Let me break the spell," exclaimed a fastidiously dressed rather handsome young man, walking up and slapping his gloved hand down upon the shoulder of Lynne Graham so violently that it caused him to start and wheel about quickly to face the speak-

he did so the warm color mounted to his temples, as he thought that, perhaps, others had observed him and commented upon his appearance. You see lie was not proof against that bugboar of opinion, "What will others think of me?" and to be placed in an unfavorable position for critical inspection was not to bo imagined. "Well, I believe that I have been laboring under an attack ol clairvoj ance, and the sight of those flowers produced it. They made me a boy again, and I forgot where I was, or what I was doing." "What a decidedly romantic incident! A young man going into the clarivoyant state at the sight of a bunch of grass and blue flowers tied together with a string. Write it out in book form, Graham, adding the essentials, of course, and you are sure of your fortune as an author," miniiced Willanl Edmunds.

I must say that I begin to What's your name, and who

He waited in vain for a reply, for

flash as she repelled insult snnl-

tv.BBK-HATJTE SATURDAY EVENING MAIL. JULY 1870.

and condemned his friend's. But when lie saw her about to depart without hor just recompense l'or her flowers, I10 interrupted with, "Come, come, Will, it is too bad to irritato the child this way, if you want anything she has, get it and let us be oft", for it is confounded lato. Here, ma chcrr, is your money for these blue treasures. If you have any moro of them to sell, after this, bring them to No. 15) Whitmore's Block. Can you remember?" "O yes, sir, thank you," sho replied, looking up with a show of gratitude deepening in the brown eyes and softening the proud lips.

I'll give you something to re

member 1110 by too," said Edmunds, advancing and dropping a folded note into her basket. "Maybe I'll buy of you again if you'll call at my office. I'm next door to Mr. Graham's."

She merely bowed a reply as if in acknowledgement of her just dues, and adjusting her basket moved away.

Both the men watched her until disappearing around a corner sho was lost to their view. Her movements were graceful and natural she was about twelve years of age, and wore a suit of some kind of pale blue rtuff, while a rather old fashioned hat with blue ribbons shaded her face, anu made her brown wavy hair look at least one shade darker. Altogether-she looked and acted the little lady. So thought, at least, one of the young men as they moved down street arm in arm.

They never saw the little flower girl again but one morning, a week later, Lynne Graham was surprised on going to his office, to find upon his private table a bunch of violets, the counterpart of those which were now s* faded that he had been debating the propriety ol throwing them UAvay. Upon inquiry he learned that a little girl had left theift there for Mr. Graham. 'No turthcr trace could he find of her, and he got into the naughty habit of peering into the face of every child I10 met who wore a gvpsie lvit with blue ribbons But as lie never found her, the incident gradually faded from his memory and he jogged along with the world the same as of old.

Two young men sat smoking in tho private parlor of St. Iiue's Hotel. "Graham," said tho taller of the two, tossing his well smoked cigar into th glowing grate, and helping himself to a fresh one from a fancy cigar holder on the tabic beside him, "Arc you going to Mrs. LeMart's soiree to-morrow evening? From what I learn it is to be the grandest affair of the season."

Perhaps I shall go. It depends entirely upon what the evening finds me engaged in," rejoined his companion dreamily watching the smoke rcaths circling above his head. "By the way, have you net Miss Morton I met her Jove! she is the most superb looking woman it has been my lot to meet loi many a day. I'll tell you, my dear fellow, I'm about half-seas over with her now, and caution you to look well to the loop-holes in your old hardened shell of a heart before encountering her."

yet, the neice of Judge Morton? er last week at Archer's, and by

Don't, don't overwhelm me with her perfections, I pray," remonstrated Lynne (Jraham laughingly, rising and turning his back to the fire, stietching out his fine form to its utmost height.

Do you know," he continued, "the valuation I place upon a pretty face, Edmunds? Why, just about the same that I do upon a pretty picture which only to be looked at and admired for its specific qualities. Beauty is the least of all the attractions which I seek and admire most in woman. Of course, if I had such an article as a wite I should not want her to bo deformed or hideous, but I'd pretcr heart, character and brains as the chief ingredients of her composition, rather than mere personal beauty." "Oh! stop now!" ejaculated the other impatiently. "Who is going to deny all this, I'd like to know? No man wants an idiot for his wife, nor yet, a perfect fright. But I'll wager you a dinner at Arlington's that you'll con cede to Miss Morton all those qualities you've enumerated, and beauty into the bargain, before six months are up. 1 test the proof of what I say, promise you'll go to Mrs. LeMart's to-moriow evening and receive the introduction I'll there tender you." "Agreed," said Graham, holding out his hand and sealing tho Compact bj a hearty shake of his friend's hand. Bv.t just now I'm going to introduce myself down town. Come, aren't you going?"

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"Miss Morton, permit me to intromy friend, Mr. Graham." She raised a pair of dark brown eyes, gave a little start, and then bowed her acknowledgements as gracefully as though unconscious that she was being gazed at by a pair of calm hazel eyes. A moment later Lynne Graham entered upon the role, of entertaining a charming young lady at a fashionable party. At first the memory of that impending dinner urged him 011 togrer.t?r exertions than he would have lecn illing to admit but after that evening lie ft?lt that he was losing ground. No false propelling power was necessary to drive him forward. There was charm about Marian Morton that was irresistible in itself. 'W illard Edmunds was alike drawn irresistably toward her and the world looked on shrugging its shoulders and making wry faces at the scene enacted in its presence.,

From Marian, the young men could gain no inkling as to which thein she preferred. She showed n» iign. Always affable, and agrecabhi .hev were

at a loss to know upon what grounds thoy stood. What a pity there is not a species of Mormonism lv which a woman can have 'an unlimited number of husbands, and bo entitled to them, just as Brigham is to his plurality of wives. I'm sure such a system would save inafly a woman from absoluto mental torture trying to decide tho momentous question, "Which shall I marry?"

The six months specified above were drawing to a close, when W illard Edmunds milled upon Marian one evening fully determined to know how matters stood with him. How ho broached the delicate subject of love—what he said, or how he said it, is none of my business, or yours cither, reader mine. You may sot your wits to work and imagine what you would be likely to say to a pretty girl whom you loved de\ otcdly, and whom you wanted to marry, and then perhaps you'll guess what he said. It only remains for us, therefore, to know whether sho accepted him or not If she did, we may infer that he handled the subject very dexterously, for Solomon says, "Words fitly spoken, how good they are!" We may infer from this that the opposite effect is pro duced if words are badly spoken.

Marian Morton was no coquette. She dispensed her smiles with too much evenness to be accused ot that, and there was a ladyhood—if there be such a term—about her which kept tho crowd that generally surrounded her, at a respectful distance. Ilers was that happy combination of forces so pleasing in woman, which attracts and at tho same time repels. Calm and deliberate, she wan seldom hasty in anything she said or did. So that now, when Willard Edmunds pressed her for his answer, she told him she could not decide just then —would he leave her and give her until to-morrow evening to decide Mentally cursing tho foolish notion some wo men have of waiting until patience wears itself into a shadow ere they can decide anything, I10 was forced to abide her time. Just as though it had not taken six months for him to make up his mind. ii "I have come for my answer, Ma rian, must I be disappointed?" said Willard Edmunds, seating himself on tho sofa by the side ot the woman he loved best on earth. "No, you shall not be disappointed Willard Edmunds, here is your an swer," rejoined Marian placing a folded paper in his hands. He unfolded it and discovered only a tattered bank note.

She did not give him time to express the utter astonishment and bewilder nient which was depicted in his face but liurriediv continued, the warm color burning in her cheeks, and her eyes darkening almost to blackness "Six'years ago you gave me that, ac it with an insult which

companymg burned into my very soul. I've kept it, the money, all these long years re solving if ever the opportunity offered to return it to you. That time is at hand, and so I give it to you."

I don't understand you. You must be mistaken. I am sure I never met vou, Mirs Morton, until this winter, interposed Edmunds. "Yes, we have met before," exclaim cd Marian emphatically, "but," with low laugh, "under circumstances different that 110 wonder you fail to re cognize me. I was to you then only poor little girl selling flowers for my bread. You bought a nosegay of me and that note was in payment for it. Mr. Graham purchased of me at the same time." "What, you that little flower girl with the violets? Impossible! I can't believe it,".cried Edmnnds, the whole of that long forgotten incident flashing through hislmind with the rapidity of lightning. "Yes," adcted Marian, "I am that little girl, whether you believe it or not. I was a lonely orphan my mother I never knew, and niv father had died one year before, leaving me to the care of his only brother, Judge Morton, who was then in Europe. He -vrote home and made provisions for me, however, until his return. A kind ladv friend was to take charge of me. I was a wild, impulsive creature, and the lonely life I led during this interval of waiting was irksonio to me. One day, seeing a little girl selling flowers, I conceived the idea of doing the same, and gave kind, motherly aunt Mary Wells 110 peace until she consented to my project. You and Mr. Graham were my first customers and your manner so disheartened me that at noon I told aunty 'I guessed I'd not be a flower girl.' One year later uncle

Godfrey came home. It is easy to divine the rest. He educated and cared for me like a father. When I met you last -winter I knew you, and hated you at first but since then I've learned to respect you in spite of my prejudices. But, Mr. Emdunds, while I respect you I do not love you, and cannot be your wife." Her lip quivered as she concluded, and there was a look of pain in her eyes which told of heart-acho of some kind.

Willanl Edmund's face was white and he wan moved as only a strong man can be, when fighting a fierce battle with bis own heart. "Marian Morton, you have taught me a lesson which, hard as it is to learn, I shall never forget. God bless and makeyo# happy." He wrung her hand passionately and a moment later as he walked down the street he suffered, as only those of us know how to suffer, who have loved and lost. His were no idle words uttered under the passion of tho moment, for in after

ears ho proved himi better man. Little remains to little you have doubtl cr, mine. Lynne Gra won, and considers girl, as he dotingly calll h&r the only peerless woman in Ain^ica.

manner: And so we canie

brated in song

the Cruc,l

proaching ar 1

wiser and

told, and that guessed, readim wooed and ljttlo flower

THE WASITEJU^GJEir. Mark Twain in his

newt°ok,

"The

Innocents Abroad," dishes «P the Wandering Jew in the following felicitous

last to another

aiul story for more

than

eighteen hundred vearsas the Wander?ing Jew* On tho~ nu.,UOJ- 'le

day

4 in

doorway

with his iv |.0 poking out upon the n, 10b that

was ap

lcn fie we

ary Savior

would hu'\ sat down ai.d rested him a moment, pushed him ruilelv awav, and said, Move on!" The Lord' said, "Move 011 thou likewise," and the command has never been revoked from that day to this. All men know that the miscreant has roamed up and down the wide world for ages, seeking rest and never finding it, courting death, but always in vain—longing to stop, in city, in wilderness, in desert solitudes, yet hearing always that relentless warning to march—march on! They say—do these lioarv traditionsthat when Titus sacked Jerusalem, and slaughtered eleven hundred thousand Jews in her streets anil by-ways, tho Wandering Jew was always seen in the thickest of the tight, aiid that when battle-axes gleamed in air, he bowed his head beneath thorn when the swords flashed their deadly lightnings I10 sprang in their way iie bared his breast to javelins, to hissing arrows, to any and every arrow that promised death and forg'etfulness and rest. But it was useless—he walked forth out of the carnage without a wound. And it is said that five hundred veal's afterward he followed Mahomet when he carried destruction to the cities of

Arabia, and then turned against him hoping in this way to gain the death of a traitor. His calculations were wrong again. No quarter was given to any living creature but one, and that was the only one of all the host that did not want it. He fought years, five hundred years later, in the wars of the crusades,' and and offered himself to famine and pestilence at Ascalon. He escaped again—he could not die. These repeated annoyances could have ttt last but one effect—they shook his confidence. Since then the Wandering Jew has carried on a kind of desultory toying with the most promising of the aids and implements of destruction, but with small hope, as a genoral-thing. He speculated some in cholera and railroads, and has taken a most lively interest in infernal machines and patent medicines. He is old now, and grave, as becomes an ago like this lie indulges in 110 light amusements save that lie goes sometimes to executions, and is fond of funerals.

There is one thing he cannot 5 go where he will about the world, he must never fail to report in Jerusalem cverv fiftieth vea r. 11 ly a year ot two ago iie was here for the thirty-seventh time since Jesus was crucified* o$.t »lvarv. Thev sav that many oldipffeple. ... who are hero now, saw him tliert|i}u had seen him before. He looka jalfvays the same—old and withered, aBd 'hol-low-eved, and listless, save tlug there is about him something wl|jjfca$oms to suggest that he is looking !®r?oine one—tho friends of his youth ijerilaps. But most of them are dead, V'.» He always pokes about the old stoc teloolcimr lonesome, making his marl -oa the

When the guide pointed outgfrhere the Wandering Jew had left hiMiark upon the wall, I was filled witlf|st ishnient. It read: fw "S. T.—18M!—X." |B

All I have revealed about tli^ wi dering Jew can be amply P1'"^ reference to our guide. pi

NE WL MA Illl 1 EI),

What your newly married ifc 5. not make out for some time is. how it that the world remarks 110 difftrei in him How is it that people log him with the same indiMercntttin their manners as that manifested pef his marriage? Docs he not exhibit in his demeanor that perplexity ofinind induced by his strong sense

for

rather the mission, of a wife to puVtcJ flight or modify. It is the ^Vf version of an accustomed state ot be^fl that makes a newly married man upon life for awhile as a dream. find himself constantly reproduced il the presence of his wife may have 11 spired him with much such emotional mav be supposed to have animated thij fabled gentleman, who, having accuse tomed himself to a shadowless exis-j tence for some time, suddenly founiU his shadow restored to him. Odunestf mav perhaps characterize the aspect with which life presents itself to liinij It is odd to hear people asking after Ins wife in his own name, as if the contiiij cncy of a Mrs/ever entered into hit share of the family name had remained wholly uncontemplated. ...

But"what is certainly odder than th«J oddest of odd experiences that belallsi a man

in his honeymoon lite, is thiJ

amazing rapidity with which he sobers! S usbaSdhood. The matrimonial adjustment takes some men longeri it!?- nfhmsi but of what duration,] than others,

evenidth?Sbrieltet"idealistic existence)

rapidity ^f afyustmenT^s'^hocking,

the morning. Do not let us be too hasin in a a a a a idealism hangs over our morning oi life. am»

DODGING THITMILITIA FINE. In davs gone bvwhen the objectionM ble military laws were in force in soboil old Massachusetts, the customaijn draft was made in a country town a few miles from Boston, anil a notice ui appear "armed and equipped aceoramn to law" was left at the boarding-house of a wag, who had but little martial music in his soul. Determined that he would neither train or pay a line, anu entertaining withal a very indiflerent opinion of the utility of the system, he took 110 notice of the summons

Having been duly warned," how e% cr as he expected, at the expiration ot a few weeks the sergoant cd upon him with a bill of nine shillings loi non-attendance at the ni.^ter"You're fined, sir—nine shillin0s for non-attendance." ^,,,1 it?" said the wag, protond-

What is

ing to misunderstand the collector. Afif?e for not training," bawled the other.

"I shan't pay for it, tellow.

next tune I

I shan It will lie three dollars call," said tho sergeant.

tor the

in„ .. wall here and there, and eye oldest buildings with a sort ot tiehdlv half interest and he sheds a tears at tho threshold of his ancicn ing, and bitter, bitter tears Then he collects his rent ani a«*ain. lie has been seen BliAing near the Church of the Holy Se ralfchre 011 many a starlight night, for he lias cherished an idea for many c« [iti|rics that if he could only ente$ tl ere?, ho could rest. But when he apj oa*hes tho doors slain to with cni thr tho earth trembles, and all tho light Ui. Jerusalem burn a ghastly blue! ledoes this cverv fiftv vears, just tin same It is hopeless,' but then it is ard to break habits one has been ihteen hundred years accustomed to. htf old tourist is far away on his warn Jritogs, now. How I10 must smile to setfapack of blockheads, like us, galloping about the world, and looking wis*, und imagining we are finding outtogood deal about it! He must, baycia consuming contempt for tho igtorant, complacent asses that go sktoying about the world in these railq&ading davs and call it traveling.

added

being? 1 The truth is, the newly marriwpnan moves in a dream. A '•o-cxafence puzzles, bewilders him. He fi nasi wo faces reflected where

yearn yot| have

been accustomed to contemplate but one. The kaleidoscope has turnea.and an arrav of old colors has been "djiiH*ed into a new picture. Th* relation oi things to him has visibly changou. lie is no longer one, but two. Jle is

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longer himself he is himself and soiniboifv else. There is no addition bulk or stature and yet there ih1 O|)on him a constant sense of enlaif,incnt

charm of sentiment. All

dreamlike. The circumstiuws Of a a re 1 his arm and calling him hu. 7 make the fact of matnmon\\encaenia 1 but there is so niueh:_7„^ visionarv in the new

exist civ-e^KO

visional ..roflrvivt much of what is new in j. life contrasted with the 1m weeks before, that a man had nogd to possess the vividest perception of the real', not to suffer himself to a kind of wonder and doubt to whether things be really as they "I'm. It is a provision in nature—a startling discovery, made by a Scottish u£erthat a man must Vie a bachelor tWore he can beconie a rnarried man. ow, as a bachelor, it is inevitable I10 should acquire certain habits and forms of thought which it is the busm

But the wag couldn't hear a word lie aid, and in the course ot anothci month he received a peremptory summons to apuear forthwith at courtmartial in tho district, instituted 101 the purpose of trying delinquents anu collecting

such as

could be scared out

of the non-performers of duty. At the appointed time he waited upon said court, which was hold in an old ountry house, where he lound three or four persons seated, attired in flashy regimentals, and whose awlul "valler epaulettes were enough to command the attention and profound respect ol tho beholder.

Though somewhat disconcerted at this exhibition of spurs and buttons lie put a bold face on the matter, and •eaponding to tho directions ot tho jnlior member of the august court, he advanced to the table, and tho chief functionary commenced the examination.

Your name, sir?" The offender placed his halkl quickly on his ear, without uttering a word or moving a muscle of his lace. "What is your name?" repeated the questioner, in a louder tone. "A little louder," said the wag. "Name?" shouted the Judge. "Taunton, Bristol County." "What business do you follow?' "Main Street," said the delinquent. "Your business?" yelled tho officer. "Right hand side as you go up."

How long have you been there? About two miles and a half?" "How old are vou, fellow?" continued the Judge nervously.

Boss carpenter." What in the devil is tn^ matter with your ears?" l)r. Scarpel's oil sometimes. "What, sir?" "Sometimes Corem's ointmen..

Why don't you answer me?." Nearlv live'years." He's ileal' as an adder," remarked the Judge, turning to his subordinate: clear the lubber out."

You can go!" yelled tho Judge. Good God! is it possible that a man can 1)0 so deaf as all that?" "I can't say," continued the del 111jucnt, pretending not to understand, •but I should think—" "Go—go screamed the Judge 'there's nothing to pay. The Lord )itv the colonel who has a regiment ike you to command. Show him to the door, Major."

Our friend was never again summoned to train during his residence in Taunton.

AMERICAN YO UNG-LA I) YI.SM, An English letter-writer thus gives his impressions of American young ladv-hood:

Clumsy, coarso features, striking deformities, original and characteristic ugliness, are found neither among American men nor women. The majority of women are moderately pretty, verv passable, or pleasing pretty. Still their charms are concentrated more in their features than in their demeanor, figures or corporeal shape. A classical bust, rounded arms, anil well developed limbs are the greatest rarity among them. You may gaze on a hundred and not discover one shapely waist. The effeminate manner of theso anything but Spartan republican ladies, their horror of bodily movement and physical exertion, produce a neglect anil decay of the entire muscular sys-' tem. Walking in the open air is something quite unusual with them, for in their country, where there are no footpaths or promenades, they move about carriages, and rarely on horseback.

raccful(W0ll rounded, elastic, Junonic brms,

which may

still

seen in Italy

and other European countries. Tho ladies of

Kentucky

alone offer an ex

ception to this, but the rest all resemble tulips, in whom only the head delights. Their faces, too, are plcasanter through the delicacy of the outline than in color or expression. Their complexion is hardly ever rosy, and rarely lively and fresh. They arc all somewhat pallid, like zealous romancereaders among ourselves. They seem to bo hothouse plants, and their entireeducation and formation in the fashionable ladies' academies is on the forcing' system. These pretty, delicate pale'' faces are met with not only in the capitals, but far aWay up the Mississippi in th«2 new settlei new settlements, and or prairies among the Indians.

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