Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 3, Number 6, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 10 August 1872 — Page 6

WOMAN'S VEIL.

It was full many a season since, When I was summering at Cape May Thev had a foolioli fashion then—

Mayhap they have the same to-dny— That every lady in the dance, If plea ••Ml Willi any, should not fall Unto he partner she preferred,

To give her veil,

And there was one I mind me of Whose name—well never mind her name, Helen or Alice, Blanche or Maud,

To you who read will be the same. i.. Hut that old fashioned of the veils, Haplv recalls the past, and stirs Memories that cluster round the night

She gave me hers. She flashed, poor child, in giving it And I too Mt my brow grow wuiui, As laughingly, with fingers deft,

Ste knotted it about my ann And though the color on lier cheek *, Was like the light in moining skies," thought I saw a holler dawn

"Within her eyes.

About our feet.

In town we'd meet a«t«ln you know. Ah, well-a-day the gods dispose, And ruined hopes are worse than vain, She laughed gooa-by—I never saw

Her face agaln.

Time changes ns not for the best, Though grief sometimes defeats his art, And keeps a little patch spring green,

In the white winter of the heart. And mine, though cold or grown with years, Feels that It Is not frozen Quite, memory goes want1

To that June night. And sometimes on the summer eves, Within rny chamber all alone, I watch the moon rise o'er the roofs.

And think I hear the ocean tone And through the smoke of my cigar Are loves and Joys I have not met,

Aunt Liza knew I wanted to make something lor tho donation party, and .she locked up tho sugar and let the liro go out on purpose!" and Hebe gathered up tho pennies, twitched her Hun-bonnet from the wall, crept softly through the kitchen and garden, climbod tho feneo, and took the shortest cut to tho villogp store.

Miss Liza Stebbins had not locked up the sugar accidentally there was method in her madness always. As she turuod tho key that morning she said to herself with grim satisfaction, "Tliero! whether it's crullers, or waffles, or gooseberry-tarts that minx has got on her mina to make, 1 reckon they'll stay on lior mind. Minister IJliss and his donation party ain't a goln to gorge on my buttory when he's eat some of his own words to me, saiieo and all, it'll bo time to think of of coddling him llkotho other church," and Miss Stebbins tossed her hoad with a virtuous air that plainly admitted no compromise with tho Delilas ol the parish and flouncing through tho Icitcnen.she scowled at her little grandnelce Hebe, who

MUST

The dance was over and we sf rolled Out from the ball-room's glittering press, To meet the breeze that mauy-armecl

Clahped each one in its cool caress And sauntering on we reached the sea— The far waltz music's cadence sweet, Mixed with the sound of waves that died

We talked of what I now forget, But carelessly, or seeming so! Next day I wan to leave, but then

That, as they vanish in the haze, Leave my cheeks wet.

Life's a sad puzzle, and onr hearts Grow faint in searching for the clue She went befoie at twenty-live

And I live on at fifty-two— And w.iil the end for well I know That I shall meet her without lall, On some spring morning—and till then

I keep the veil.

[From Scrlbner—August.]

Hebe's jumbles.

"Twelvo. thirteen, fourteen just enough Oh. 1 am so glad said Hebe Gladney, gathering up that fortunate number of pennies, and giving them a miserly rattle. "A pound of white sugar will be just fourteen cents, and I an work out the eggs and flour."

and finished braiding her hair. Au-

burn braids look well, passed circlet

fashion, around a small head, brought

odged it, and gavo an innocent sigh of

different from their morning froshness as a pink morning glory just opening, dewy, well-poised, responding to the lightest currents of air is unliko its .same pink drooping self at noon. She had weeded the garden and scrubbed the pantry shelves from top to bottom, besldos her ordinary round of kitchen work.

yas UP

elbows in flour over tho kueadingbowl. The Infill inference hore asserts it«elf, that Miss Stebbins was in a highly inflamed state of mind toward hor spiritual shephord. And yet time was when tho new minister counted no disciple more ardent and devoted than

Miss Stebbins. She paved his way to dyspepsia with pies of deadly pastry, and then deluged him with boneset-tea. She worked book-marksfor him on ribbons of all imaginable hues, which, takon collectively formed a complete concordance of tho word Love: she was iu herself a perennial donation party, until rumor had it that she was ready to donate herself and all her charms to tho minister on tho slightest provocation. It never came, howevor. On the ontrarv. Mr. lUiss cut himself off from further'pnstry tributes by making Miss Stebbins a pastoral call and mildly reproving her tor slandering Miss Marsh, tho district school teacher.

Lovo thinketh 110 evil," said Mr. ftliss on that memorable call as if suggesting a text for a book-mark which she had overlooked.

If tome folks Is minded to walk in blinders and tongue-tied all their life, icv'ro welcome to—/ believe in seein truth, and speakiug truth," rep Miss Stebbins. "Mr friend," said Mr. Bliss, with tender solemnity, "look info the hearts of men with eyes as clear and piercing as our .Lord a, but boware of failiug to soe tho good ho saw, and beware of passing judgments loss loving and charitablo lhau His.

sing lied

Four Sundays had passed, and Hobo was the ouly 'worshiper in Miss Stebbins' pew. She sat there with her soul iu her eyes and her eyes on the minister, her round cheek flushing and paliag as she joined in the hymns and once, when she lifted her head after the last prayer, the minister himself remarked the tremulous lips and wet liahes, and wondered what they meant.

I tell you, wife, I souldn't be s'pris0 I if the sperrit was working in that young Hcby," remarked Deacon Bid-

die. noiog home fr«m church. Father, it's my belief it's an evi snerit, andf11**1 Lit*Stebbins, replied his wife, emphatically.

Of course rumor was not dumb on

th^subject of Miss Stebbins' sudden hankering

withdrawal

that we

fERRE-HAUTE

she could not bear to feel that a shadow had falleu on their pew, excommunicating them, as it were from the sunlight of God's favor.

srir srsSsE 'rs? jsjffi

quickly

Through the open windows came little puffs of air, faint and sweet as a baby's breath, and fooled with the rings of hair about her face, until she brushed them back with her floury hands, giving herself, quite unconsciously the look of the modern belle.

The cakes came out of the oven, round and golden, spotted here and there with sugary eyes where sugar bubbles had burst. "There!" said Hebe, with a sigh of immense relief as she stacked up the cakes by the window and spread a white napkin over then "it's all come true—what Mr. Bliss savs about God's using our fingers to answer our prayers with. I shouldn't wonder if He had put Aunt Stebbins asleep on purpose."

Aunt Stebbins at that moment was snifllng the fragrance of fresh-baked cake through a crack in the kitchen door, and gaining all the balelul knowledge which that rather limited avenue of light afforded to one eye and these were the words that fell slowly and vengefully from the thin lips—"I'll be even with her yet—the hussy!"

Hebe ran up toner little back room, a very poor place—until she entered it. She put blo.k the curtain from the west window, and sat on a stool, in the level

Having made this satisfactory financial review she addressed herself to the ji»i ioviuvy nuu iiuuiooircu uojowi i.Ki window ana sat on a stooi, 111 mo levei broken bit of looking glass on the wall,

of the 8Unshine.

in~ towards

on)g of

rant.

The sun was droop-

the horizon through fath-

m^ty blue and golden haze,

aR(1 tlie

close to tho forehoad and tied with a faShjoned pinks and flowering curknot of blue ribbon. Hebe acknowl-

tranquil air was sweet with

Hebe was sensitive to beauty al-

wayg

satisfaction. She was very tired. Iler things not that a flower or a sunset cheeks had an uncomfortable flush, as

awake to the charms of common

waa any

commercial value to her,

for she was absolutely incapable of

tinging sentiment with the rose of a sunset or embalming it in the scent of a violet. But her iiistincts were fine and true, and they led her to appropriate, for their own sake, sweets of sound scent and color wherever she found them. Ordinarily, that is at present, worn willi the fatigue of tho day, her head dropped on her crossed arms and as she slept, the oldapple-tree just outside the window dropped a few of his wealth of blosoms on the auburn hair.

And as she slept, Miss Liza Stebbins down below was getting "even with her." "Here comes Hebe Gladney, girls

al^oirnoTri?eS°

ftn"

lor Ilebe'8 enrs8

^er Pretty

1S.

and with a donation, too, ai you'r,

think of a sunflower smacking a peach mellow laugh in its' way»l°J'

There^rls didn't I tell you Lizy

Oh, the jollity and good fellowship attending an old-lashioned donation party—thatcompromise between meanness and generosity, that parody on justice, that raven-like method ot feeding starving Elijahs! All day the goodly stores pour in now-a load of smooth-skinned hickory that made Squire Treat's eyes water in the loading now a white hen, whose glossy foathers some little maid kissed before sending it to the minister now a barrel of flour and a bag of coffee, and packages of groceries, until the parsonag9 appears to be In a stage of siege. Then tho delightful bustle, the boiler of collbo, steaming up fragrance, the mothers in Israel, hanging over the groaning supper table and wedging in ono more plate ot goodies, where, to any eve but that of raith, there was not room "for a fairy's tea-cup.

Friends, we will ask what we all need—God's blessing." Kr. Bliss stood, with lifted hand at the head of the table.

The hum of voices waa hushed, the lauirh and joke died on the lips aud all hAada. vounx and old were revei ential-

..... ly bowed while he prayed that love ther, it's my belief it's an evil, might not be an

it in a a a

that, situng naigfit be of

ono

heart andl ot one mind.

•«\'nw Mr Bliss, I know you're

afier

it made shrewd guess« the truth, and it looked forward to the donation attack on the cake. n. iMt occasion: "If she holds Thank you retnemuwm wu«uuujvu t''out asaiust

from sanctuary privileges oles," said Mrs. Biddle ^hf," had reached a stage that justified an iok on mo ewe.

ono of Hebe's Jum-

Thank you remembering paatJam-

may as well give ine, I'll take two," said the duty by the silver,

kill 2$^w«?he Till** beurilng on Hebe over Deacon Biddle's tev^rely a wretched time for Hebe, shoulder. The silver, which

Thta was a wretched time for Hebe. A I«*«a the meeting house and mill- mat intie speech created a ueu»»"»

shoulder. That little speech created a demand

iater with ail her innocent heart, and'for jumbles that stopped only wiihth^^are for.the year, wm in danger of

apply. But alas for Hebe! her eager ves fastened on the minister, caught

him in the act ol making up the wryest of faoes. At the same instant, Deacon Biddle, who had taken at a bite two-

In till LU Kivu kuc pa I t/y—~ md morry-making, the loaded ta- thirds ol a cake, turned purple, gurg-. tho"'smell of coffee over the whole ling and sputteringalarmlngly: "Bless e, the dazzling brilliancy of lamps the man cried nis wife, promptly .1.. .i ~e .innViiinA him nmr r»n« Rtnut arm and

And then to give up the party—all its tun and inorry-making, the loaded ta We, house, me aazzung unuiHuuy ui everywhere, the good old games of doubling him over one stout arm an blind-man's-buff and iox-and-geeae- thumping his back with all the and then to put such an open slight on strength of the other. A small toy bethe minister! Oh, it was heart-ureak- tween the deacons legs, concluding ing and Ilebe decided on her knees— that boys were fallen on evil "mes sh* had a way of solving such little when vengean» WM Ov^taking deanrobli'tns of lite in the middle of her cons, took a lightning review of hiB her prayers—that go she would, and

sins,

Hebe came to the desperate resolve, as an old lady. we

have

gave

with full hands, too. Then she wound up a lamentable wail.

with thepetition-hardly to be

found in the prayer-book-that Aunt candid spirits, and fragments of the Liza's heart might be moved to let her cake were dropped on flc

seen, of investing her entire "It's worthy of a sheep in worldly fortune in sugar. She came

himself up for lost, and sent

It's that horrid stuff!" cried several

Wiwever, doubting .bonght the

clothing,

softly up the garden walk, swinging too righteously indignant to mind her the fourteen cents' worth of sweetness metaphors. under her apron. Her forces were Blind with sham® and!burning tiears,

brought together and arranged Hebe slipped unnoticed through the on the buttery shelf—flour, sugar, milk and great eggs with transparent shells. From that moment the jumbles were lore gone conclusions. Looking at the preparations and the hands beating up the eggs so deftly, I should have said: There is the most delicious batch of jumbles you ever tasted! and it you had asked, Where?—I should have replied chaotically but confidently Oh, in the sugar and things, but mostly, I guess, in Hebe's fingers.

that it Is, Said Cinthy Crane,

door, picking up on the way a bit of the discarded cake,—it was as salt as Dot's wife! Hardly knowing where she went, she ran down the garden walk and flung herself down into an old rustic seat:

I see it all," she sobbed "the hateful thing! she found them out when I was asleep, and made another batch just like, excepting salt for sugar. And now she's eating up my cakes and crowing over me and then to put such an insult on the minister and Hebe, frightened at the violence of her sobs and the catching pain at her heart,tried to still herself.

Why, Hebe—my child—" and the minister laid a tender hand on her heaving shoulder. With a sense of disappointment in the girl and pity for the silly ioke, as he thought it, be had stepped to the door for a moment's respite from the clamor of the supper room, her sobs betrayed her refuge to him.

O, sir, I will go home^-I ought to have gone at once," and Hebe sprang up and ran to the gate.

But the minister was at her side before she touched the latch: "Not till you have told me your trouble, dear child: I have a right to your confidence, as you have a right at all times to my love and sympathy." "And you don't hate me?" faltered Hebe, yielding a little cold palm into the minister's hand.

Not altogether," he laughed. He led her back to the seat,—the great syringa-bush over it was in its prime of flowering. There, nestling up to him like a grieved child, she told him the true story of the jumbles, omitting only the sacrifice of the fourteen cents. "But to have everybody think that I meant to vex you,"—with a little 04tch in the breath—"when I love you better than any of them do—even old Deacon Biddle." •'Better than Deacon Biddle?"

Oh, ever so much! I have wished," said Hebe, laughing softly in the fullness of her happy confidence, "fifty times that I was your little daughter to dust your books, and pray for you all day long—but I can do that now."

And do you, Hebe the minister's voice was broken. Yes, sir," said Hebe.

If there ain't the minister settin' under the syringy-bush with Hebe Gladney," exclaimed Miss Crane, making a double barreled spy-glass of her hands, aud gazing out of the window as if the sight had a horrible fascination for her. "Oan't somethin' be done, Deacon Biddle "Wa'al yes," said tho Deacon, squar-

ing bis olbow aud indulging in that

U?8C»ond-to soe wVlfValk do Jn ani UkeS ..%« on

your bonny face," said Mother Biddle, the gate to show ^®™^°wJ£6}f,hing

yoS ~rfiotbi a

questioned M«.*iHddle!8 3? 0«?d^/lo s""w •'No, ma'am," said Hebe, hesitating

the seeds

Stebbins was mortal mad at the minis- jn^h^ld^vourVuiif as much

C"M'

basket "you can always count on something good from Miss Stebbins' oven."

Oh, how Hebe blessed the dear soul in her heart for that speech Your aunt made 'em, dear?"

N-no—I made them," said Hebe, devoutly wishing that the tip of Miss Stebbins' little finger had touched the dough, so that she might divide tho honors with her.

La! Mr. Bliss, off with you now,not a jumble till supper time," cried the

ger

ood woman, holding the basket above head —"you must save your appetito for the substantives," she added, unconscious of the arid grammatical prospect to which she doomed a hungry man.

Ah, if you knew on what small rations my housekeeper has kept me for tho last week, starving me on anticipations of to-night," pleaded Mr. Bllss pathetically, but Mother Biddle trotted ofl to tho supper-room, laughing and shaking a fat Anger at him.

'"t EWs..

"1W» Sntles, Mr. Bliss!" ex- At Hebe ft™1* "j™ claimed Mrs. Biddle, cheerily, catching

the minister's coat as he was passing,

afe»jnthat

so good

aud lifting the napkin from Hebe's „he

,p»r*

SATURDAY

[ess

ljJ»

of scandal in more congenial

S°"And

you will not

in with me,

njgjj 5^ ^oul(iru®

as to tell them, she would ru

foliowed

hor so far,

—she said timidly, "I don't know how I dared to tell you all my heart, sir but it was so full, and you were so kind—so kind the happy tears were glistening In Hebe's eyes.

I understand you, little daughter." As he stooped, the moonlight showed him, a tremulous sweet mouth held innocently up to him, but he only kissed her forehead. "Good night, little daughter," and he laid his hand in blessing on her head.

As she sped away down the narrow path—so narrow that her dress wiped the dew from tho faces of the daisies and dandelions—he watched her with a new warmth at his heart, and a sense of purify, as if the earth had taken a baptismal vow of holiness upon its lips, and the stars were registering it.

As for Hebe, she fairly flew homeward, too light hearted to walk. The door was open. Miss Stebbins was wrapped in invisibility if not iu slumber, and the child crept to her room and to bed, liko a bird with anew song in its throat, which it must wait till morning to practice. She tried to measure this new hspplness, to assure herself of ita reality, to feel again each thrill of uWer comfort and content, from the first touch of his hand upon her shoulder—such a strong and gentle hand—to his tatherly kiss. And she was to be his little daughter, always! but suddenly her new happiness crumbled in her hands to dust—the change came in a breath Hebe was only fifteen, but that vfae blushed the blushes and wept the tears of twenty-one, asshe hid her

face.

In the. pillow from the

moonlight. The next day Sir. Tills* irtid Miss Crane met upon Miss Stebbins' doorstep

not

by design,—far from it. How

ever prone the minister might be to clandestine meetings under syringa bushes, Miss Crane could not accuse him ol seeking tete-a-tete* with herself. It would be uncharitable to suspect that this made her a keener moral detective or sharpened her sense of

V*Hebe

ushered tliem into Miss Steb

bins' parlor, to which shortly descended that lady with an enigmat Ical expression on her face. She bowed (rigidly to Mr. Bliss, who said with perfect cordiality:

We missed you from our party last night. Miss Stebbins." "I was cleaning the communion silver, Mr. Bliss. I may be unworthy of communion myself, but I hope I do my silver," replied the lady,

The silver, which at Miss Stebbins' own request had been confided to her

u»«

EVENING MAIL AUGUST 10,1872.

log refined quite away, for, according

cleanin

account

to her own the business and pleasure of her behalf of

I thank you on church," said Mr. Bliss, and then conversation languished.

Miss Crane had come expressly tell Miss Stebbins of the minister's "l ings on" with Hebe. Miss Stebbins was burning to hear the results of hpr malice, for Hebe's lips had been sealed on the subject all day.

Hebe," said the minister abruptly, get your hat, please I want your opinion about the parsonage flower-beds. "Hebe's got an afternoon's ironing to do," said Miss Stbbiua, sharply. "Very well my housekeeper will gladly ccmo over and help you. I cannot wait, Hebe," turning to the girl who stood in an agony of hope and fear in the door-way. That shade of authority gave wings to her feet as she mounted the stairs, and nerved her to walk with the minister under the indignant noses of both the maiden ladies. "Well, I never!" ejaculated Miss Stebbins, peering through the blinds at the pair and trembling with rage "Of all the owdacious men, a minister is the owdacionsest,—the minx! walking off under my very eyes."

Ah, if you knew all, Lizv," said Miss Crane mournfully. All! If there's anything worse I would like to hear it'" exclaimed the other with unconscious sincerity.

Don't ask me, if it was anybody but your own niece I might have the heart to tell it."

O, I can bear it. I'm prepared for the worst." Well, what does'Hebe do, when we was all at table, but sneak out o' doors, winking of course to Mr. Bliss on the way, and what does he.do, in the middle of one of Deacon Biddle's stories, but foller her on and where do you suppose To the Syringy-bush! I never should have suspicioned such a thing myself, but when I see them setting there together it told the whole story. And there they set and they set, till folks were inquiring for the minister. I told all I could, |as was my Christian duty, but not a sinner of 'em went out to put a stop to it. Bimeby they walked off down the walk, and stood mooning at the gate I s'pose, for of all the shining faces that you ever saw, his was the shiniest when he come in. She went home, of course, bein' ashamed to show her face after such goings on."

Miss Stebbins' cup of bitterness was not yet quite brimmed—sho had yet to learn as soon as Miss Crane recovered breath, that the cake plot was an utter failure, since Mr. Bliss had made a neat apology for the absent He"be, which had called forth a hearty cheer lrom the company, led by the Deacon himself and effectively sustained by the small boy who has recovered his spirits. "The next time Hebe Gladney goes a walkin with Minister Bliss she leaves my roof," said Miss

Stebbins,with dead

ly emphasis. Meantime the minister and Hebe had strolled to the parsonage gate—were passing it indeed—when she said, timidly, "Your flower-beds, Bir."

Why, certainly, be answored "we need not go in,"—leaning over the fence abstractedly. What is your idea of a bed in the middle of that grass-plot?"

Why, sir, you told me you had cypress-vine seeds there." "So I did said tho minister and •after a pause, "How would verbenas look climbing up tho sides of the stoop?"

O dear, very nice, if they could, but they only creep," laughed Hebe. Well, well, I see I am not even fit to make suggestions. Just draw a little plan of two or three beds, with the varieties of flowers suited to them, and I will work it out. Now I want to walk you across the fields to the bend in the*brook where thoro are more violets than you could press into my library."

It was a strange walk. Hebe thought of the times she had walked from Sun-day-school with him, talking of the lesson and the little duties to which it pointed, and wondered why that should be so different from going to look at violets. The very grass had a strange feeling under her feet and what a monstrous thing seemed a stile to get over when the minister, of whom one stands in so much awe for all his kindness, is holding out a helpful handl At the second stile he stopped, ensconsed Hebe in a sunny angle of the rail fence, and said in answer to her questioning look, "Hebe, I must tnke it back—the name I gave you last night."

Yes," said Hebo, "I know it." An assent so ready, and given in ft tone of such quiet, sad conviction, took him quite aback. Nature bad stolen a march on the minister, and revealed this thing to the girl by one of those flashes of perception that reveal new truths so absolutely In all their bearings and sequences to the soul,that it accepts them without surprise.

You know it Hebe—how I feel it I can't—tell—', said tho girl qulveringly, and peeling the lichens lrom the fence.

It was infinitely worse than saying the catechism to him—only the catechist himself seemed strangely at a loss for the next question.

Shall I answer for you ?—O child if the little daughter of last night might some time—in years to come—be happy as my little wife—"

I think Hebe will never forget just how, when one is half blind with joy, the yellow disc of a dandelion swells into a golden mushroom, and how a lark lifts the happy heart to heaven on a thread ol song.

For spring was everywhere—a tiny cupful! of Spring In every buttercup— anestftill of it wherever married birds were beginning life bat nowhere such radiant pertectSpring as in Hebe's eyes.

It is only a relic ot College vanity, and has no associations but those wo give it now,"said the minister slipping a thin gold ring from his finger to Hebe's "large, isn't it Well, it will stand tho better for two things that you

can

never get outside the circle of

my love, and yet—you see how easily it slips off"—it must fiever bind you to a mistake."

The small finger has been growing sinoe then—growing quite to the measure of the golden circle and it has found out no mistake as yet. Only lately, walking through the same fields,

See What a good fit it is 1" Perfect," said the minister "and this is a good quiet place to practice iu. let me see,—With all my worldly goods I thee endow—"

I'm glad I shall not have to promise that," broke in Hebe with a mischievous twinkla.

And why ao, pray, Hebe Bliaa f" Because I couldn't didn't I put my last cent into these Jumbles^slr

Aa an Atlanta lodge waa adminlstersentence, ihe prisoner encou remarked: "Go in, old bald b«

ing a sentence, ihe prisoner encouragigly remarked: "Go in, old bald head This was mora than the judge could

inc

bear, and the sentence was appropriate I

[New York Correspondence of the Chicago

Posy

MRS. GREELEY.

The Possibly next Mistress of the White House. .A--"' 'rj

The wife of the future President, who is to receive the nation's guest in the White House, is a legitimate subject of discussion, and Mrs. Greeley stands before the publio no more sacred than Mrs. Grant, or no more sacred than were Harriet Lane or Mrs. Lincoln. The queen and her household are legitimate themes for the Court Journal. Mrs. Greeley is somewhat older than her husband, who was sixty-one on the 3rd of last February. Sne is described as once having been quite beautiful. For years she has been an invalid, with intermittent spells ot love and kindness toward her husband, and then showing long seasons of eccentric stoicism, in gratitude, and even tyranny.

What has caused this unevenness in her temper?" I asked my lady friend, who knew Mrs. Greeley intimately,

Well, she was born in the ordinary walks of life. Her mind is strong, and without culture. Sickness has broken her constitution, and she is governed entirely by impulse. We all consider her a little insane. She was formorly accustomed to occupation, and even to hard work, as a mother and head ot a family but of late years Mr. Greeley's financial position prevents the necessity of labor on her part, and her mind has become uneven aud her temperament spasmodic.

How did she used to be "She was much better suited to Mr. Greeley years ago than now. Then entered into all of his cold-water and vegetarian ideas with a zest worthy of a Roman mother. Mr. Greeley tells even now with great pride with what Spartan stoicism Mrs. Greeley used to preside before company at their Grahamlte meals when he was running the Moruiug l'ost in 1833."

How do you mean I inquired. Why, Mr. Greeley then lived in a cheap way. Neither he nor Mrs. Greeley ate meat or drauk tea or coffee. Their diet was Graham bread, boiled beans and salt, and cold wator. Mr. Greeley has told me about it a dozen times," continued my lady friend "and be told ms how Mrs. Greeley acted when'sho had friends to visit her from the country."

How was that "Well, she would sot her little tablo with Graham bread, milk, beans, salt and water and when they all sat down she would never apologize, or oven ex: plain anything, but leave her company to do the best they could."

Sometimes," said Mr. Greeley, "I used to suggest to my wife that we ought to explain matters to our visitorsi but she said, 'No, no, Horace! What is good enough for us, is good enough for them!' "The result was," said Mr. Greeley, laughing, "that people who came to stay a week generally stood Mrs. Greeley's cooking about two days, and never repeated the vis?t till compelled to. They never came back for pleasure." "How are their relations nowadays?" I asked.

Well, Horace lets her alone. He never frets, and never chides her, even though in some of her tantrums she acts Badly enough to drive him crazy."

Once,*" continued my friend, "I was invited out to spend Sunday at Chappaqua. Mrs. Greeley was in one of her disagreeable moods. She made Mr. Greeley walk into the farm on foot from the depot to drive two goats then when we cot half way there, she inquired of the driver his price. This she refused to pay, and we all got out and walked the rest of the distance. When we got to the house she declared she bad lost the key, and when Mr. Greeley came up and sho made the poor man crawl through a side window, to the astonishment of us all, she quietly showed us th8 key, which she kept in her pocket all the time."

Was thisdone as a joke "No, not at all. It was done out of

Sure

develtries, just to bother Mr. reeley." And Mr. Greeley?"

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Why ho neither smiled nor comilained. In fact, in his treament of __rs. Greeley and her whims, he is the best man I ever knew. He never forgets her, but waits on her and takes her scolding like a young lover. Indeed, I do believe that Mr. Greeley loves his wife with all her faults. He says he had hard work to get her, that he married her for love, and that he always shall love hor—no matter what she does."

Sho used to believe that children ought to be brought up in a state of nature, nntrammeled by clothing. To carry out this idea, she used to have straw placed on the parlor floor, have the children undresssed, and make them run up and down like Raphael's cherubs, and then laugh with the children at their harmless but queers frolics. Once I called and found Mrs. Greeley thus exercising the children. I suggested that it was about time for Mr. Greeley to comQ home, and asked her if I shouldn't help her dress the children."

No, no," exclaimed Mrs. Greeley if Horace don't like my theories he can stay away. I don't do antbing to please any fool ol a man.

One or Mrs. Greeley's fancies was to have her children's shoes made three-cornered,so as to fit their feet, and she actually kept her children's feet iu these outlandish shoes for years."

How long will Mrs. Greeley remain in Europe?" I asked. "She will probably remain in Europe with her two daughters until after the election, unless she takes it into her head to come home. If she does take a freak to come back, neither Horace nor ten men can stop her. If she should return she would certainly do something to jeopardize his election. She don't know wnat the word policy means. Sho would, as like as not, do and say ridiculous tilings, just to both er her husband," "Would she go tho White IIouso ?,' "Shd most certainly would if she took a notion. No one has any control over her except her devoted daughters. They havo really shown something of the angelic in their caro for their mother. They have worn them selves out waiting upon her."

FEMALE DELICACY. Above overy other feature that adorns the female character, delicacy stands foremost within the province of good taste. Not that delicacy which is perpetually in quest of something to bo ashamed of. which makes merit of a blush, and simpers at the false construction which its own ingenuityhaa put upon an innocent remark. This spurious kind of delicacy is as far removed from good taste as from good sense but the highminded delicacy which maintains its pure undeviating walk, alike amongst women as in the society of men, which shrinks from no necessary doty, and can apeak when required with seriousness and kindneaa-of things at which it would be ashamed to smile or blush.

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HOWLING CHRISTIANITY.

Unnatural and Profane Contortions of "Converted" New Jersey Fanatics—A Camp Meeting Scene.

A New York Sun reporter, who has been running down among the Methodists at their camp-meeting near Dover, New Jersey, tells of some queer things he saw and heard:

The chosen spot is a beautiful grove on the mountain side noar the verge of tho Morris and Sussex turnpike road, and equi-distant from Dover and Rockaway. It was evidently the intention of these religious enthusiasts to get as tar from the influences of the world as possible.

We are two and a half miles from any whisky shops, and tho further away we get from them the nearer the Lorcl will come to us," said one of the members.

The tents are pitched in circular form on a gradual slope. The preachers' stand is a rough affair, with apartments in the rear for the accommodation of visiting clergymen. Iu front are rude seats capable of accommodating nearly a thousand persons.

As the reporter entered tho camp, lights suspended from trees were brightly burning. The people were holding praj'er meetings iu the various prayer tents. In one of these were heard powerful shouts, groanings, shrieks, and agonizing. Getting nearer, a view of the scene disclosed men and women lying thickly together on the ground. Many of them were stiff andlielpless. Their features were set as in death. Their hands clutched firmly whatever was within grasping reach. Those who showed any signs of life were giving forth agonizing shouts and groans. The reporter remembered that these persons were also called shouting Methodists. He learned that nowhere in the country ara they as loud as near Dover. Their prayer is not an intelligent petition, but a series of groanings aud cries to the Almighty. One strong-minded individual said not aj word for fifteen minutes, but the one cry of "Help, Lord!" "Help Lord!" Another shouted with equal fervor, "Come down "Como down A third wrung his hands, and alternately cried and laughed, shouting. "Thank God!" "Thank God!" Tho women were even more noisy than their brethren, and showed far greater proficieucy in their gymnastic exercises. They sprang into the air three feet or moro and fell lengthwise on the ground. They threw up their arms. while their features wore expressive of

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frantic terror or dolight. frantically each other, aud agaiu assumed their emotional devotions.

ed each other, kissed

The scene was most remarkable. Wordly women, who out of curiosity visited the camp, were seeu to shrink awav from the prayer tents, and many small children were frightened, and begged to be taken away from the ground. And yet the tent scones were as nothing when compared with tho graud prayer season before the pulpit at the close of the preaching services. Here an open spot is reserved. The sinners are bid go forward and be prayed for, and as many of the disciples as can crowd around and pray for the candidates. A dozen clergymen in the little pulpit shout and stamp, and lean over the railing, and jump high above tho platlorm. Tho disciples rend tho air with their groans aud lamentations. The women shriek and scream, and brandish their arms in the deep agitation of repentance, until, utterly exhausted, they drop to the oarth. The poor siuner becomes thoroughly alarmed, and, believing his end to be near, is heard to express a desire to be saved. This gives the disciples encouragement, and the shouting is renewed with increasing fervor.

The reporter saw a boy, a mere child of 6 or 8 years, endeavoring to get out of the mass of frenzied humanity. Tho tears were streaming down his cheeks, and terror was depicted on every feature. "Le^ine go," said he "oh, I am afraid I am so afraid." But a stalwart Christian seized him and carried him to the center of the throng. He made a second attempt to get away, with tho same sesult. He sank to tho ground, and was lost to view. "Now, see here, stranger," said a bluff old farmer to the reporter, "If you and I and a dozen or a hundred of our neighbors were to get off by ourselves ana make that noise for fun, they'd send the police for us in a jiffy, and hurry us all away to tho mad-house and lock us up, wouldn't thoy?"

Yes." said the reporter. Woll. I can begin to see why they bvirnod folks at the stake in early days for being Christians. What bettr'n crazy is that woman?" and the old man pointed to stout female who was jumping as high into the air as two hundred pounds of flesh would allow. "And If we laugh at 'em they call us scoffers," he said, turning away.

A description of the scene is Impossible. Imagine two hundred mon and women crowded closcly, and shouting and shrieking with all their power, jumping up and down on each other and over each other, twisting lace, features. limbs, and bodies, in every conceivable shape, and you havo a great season of prayer atnong tho Froo Methodists.

WHAT A PLODDER LEARNS. A plodder learns that for seven dollars which some would spend foolishly, he can have the use of ono hundred a year. How much may somctimos be mado bv tho use of one hundred dollars He learns that for seventy dollar»* ho can hire ono thousand, and in judicious hands this sum will gain a largo percentage. This lesson not only helps tho plodder's pocket, but helps his crcdit. Almost any ono will trust a plodder, and credit is, after ali, as good as monay. It is astonishing to see what confidence is placed in this class. I knew a plodder in this city who could get credit from one house to an amount mare than ho was worth. It was character, not capital, that did this. The true plodder i* a determined man, and is not discouraged by obstacles. Ho toils day after day, and what ho gets ho holds on to. When ho has made good o&e position ho s^oes on to win another, aud hence whatever he does in a solid, manner. In military matters George Washington was a plodder, and honco sncooded. Benjamin Franklin was a plodder, and his "Poor Richard's Almanack" was a gathering of plodders' maxims. Franklin's greatness, to a large d«gree, consisted in his devotion to the practical instead of tho imaginative. It is a mistake to think that genius i» limited to sudden outbursts of creative thought. All distinguished writors, thinkers, and statesmen achieved greatness by industry as well as gifts. Walter Scott labored arduously with tho pen, and so did Bulwer and Dickens. Genius must be taught to plod, or it will accomplish nothing.

Some young mon aro a little partial to blue-eyed maidens. Others like darkeyed lasses. But the mon-eyed girls

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