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soon to begin.
WRITTEN IN BLOOD;
OR,—
T II E 31 / I) XI (i II T r L E /> G E.
A Story of tlic La«t Napoleon's Reign.
1 By M. Quad, of the Michigan Press.
— _ _
FIGHTING AGAINST FATE;
—OK,—
ALONE IN THE M OULD.
By Maby E. Bryan.
EDITH H A W THORNE;
The Temptation* of a Factor}/ Girl.
By One of the Most Popular and Brilliant
Writers of the Age.
RILLA ROS COE;
NORTH
—OR,—
AND
SOUTH.
A Thrilling National Konm nee—Based Upon
tlie Execution of Mr.. Surratt, in lHfifl.
By an Old Politician.
THE
( ONFEDERATE GOVERXMENT.
l’n written History of its Secret Civil Service.
By Col. H. D. Capers, the First Private Sec
retary of Mr. Memminger.
THE MYSTERY OF CEDAR BAY.
By Mary E. Bryan.
She will revise and republish this intensely
exciting story.
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The sketch which accompanied it in The
Sunny South has been extensively copied in the
Georgia papers, and we are authorized to say to
any which have not published it, that if they
Charles Lamb and Pink Stockings. — The
new Cinque Mars sandal is a very high-heeled
slipper with four sandals across the instep,
trimmed wjth jeweled buckles and handsome
lace. The new square box-toed gaiters and slip
pers are many of them of black and colored
satin, elaborately embroidered in gold, silver
and pearls. So dainty are they that a modern
lover might afford to follow the example of the
illustrious William Pitt, who made a drinking-
cup of his inamorata’s slipper. The sandal shoes
are invented purposely to give pretty effect to
the new stockings, which are also wonderfully
embroidered and tinted in fairy-like shades of
rose and ecru. We were shown a beautiful pair,
whose color was called the “maiden’s blush,”
immediately reminding us of Charles Lamb’s
witticism (the best, so be declares, that be ever
wrote for the London Star, when he was engaged
to fill its columns at so much per joke'. Pink
stockings were the rage then as now, and Elia,
recalling the time, says:
“But above all, that conceit arrided us most
at the time, and still tickles ourmidriff to remem
ber when, allusively to Astrea (ultima Or lest urn
temis religuit), we pronounced, in reference to
the pink stockings, that Modesty, taking her
final leave of mortals, her last blush was visible
in her ascent to the heavens by the track of the
glowing instep. This,” he adds, “might be
called the crowning conceit, and was esteemed
very tolerable writing in those days.”
At present, it would be thought rather far
fetched, and not enjoyed so much as an actual
joke which is related of a lady who sent her
negro maid to the store in a hurry for a pair of
flesh-colored stockings. Topsey brought back a
pair jet black. They were the color of her own
skin, and in her estimation the proper flesh
color.
Old Funny.—We pity the man who can feel no
sympathy with the joys or griefs of children —
who never unbends himself to share in their |
plays and pastimes, and whose nerves are set
; on the ragged edge of irritation by their joyous !
shouts and ringing laughter.
Our friend. Col. M—, is a stately, imposing- ■
looking personage, with manners at once digni-
1 fled and suave, as suits a gentleman and a scholar, j
Unless you caught the kindly-merrv twinkle in \
I his eye, you would fail to suspect the child-like I
I element in his nature. But one circumstance |
■ will tell the story. The unique “pet name” his !
pretty baby girl lias given bim is “Old Funny.” .
When she spits bim coming afar off, from her
perch at the window, she claps her dimpled
hands and rejoices with all her might that j
“Here comes Old Funny!” Then for kisses \
and romps, and lisping confidences of the joys
j and troubles of the day.
Germans understand the beauty, sweetness
and wisdom which may be found in intercourse
I with children. There is no country where par
ents take so much time and pains to enter into
! the very heart and lives of their children. We
| are told that “they make them acquainted very
early with their plans, talk with them as to older
| people, never go on an excursion or journey
without them, and search everywhere for what
ever will minister to their amusement and in
struction. In no home could we sooner expect
to find a father turning himself into a donkey,
a horse, an elephant, or a barrel, on his parlor
floor, for his children to bridle him, ride him,
spur him, roll him over, or do with him what
they please, than in a German one—and the
clergyman as soon as any other. There are prob
ably five juvenile household games in Germany
to one anywhere else, and the parents exercise a
wise discretion by having frequent entertain
ments for their children, and providing every
thing possible for the amusement of all, to make
their home the most attractive spot on earth to
the little ones. The child that asks a question
is not met with a blunt answer, but with such a
Public Thieves.—James Russell Lowell has
lost his chance of being appointed Poet .Laure
ate of the Court at Washington, or of being
elected Centennial Poet at the coming national
jubilee. He Las gone and “spoke out in meet
ing ” concerning "the greatest government the
sun ever shone upon,” and he does not mince
matters in speaking, either. Mrs. Browning
tells us that the poets are “God’s only truth-
tellers;” we are sure that in this instance the
poet tells the truth, and nothing but the truth —
bitter and mortifying though it be.
•JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL ON PUBLIC THIEVES.
But now that “ Statesmanship ” is just a way
To dodge the primal curse and make it pay;
Since office means a kind of patent drill
To force an entrance to the Nation's till.
And peculation rather something less
Risky than If you spelt it with an s;
Sow that to steal by law is grown an art.
Whom rogues the sires, the milder sons call smart,
And “ slightly irregular" dilutes the shame
Of what had once a somewhat blunter name;
With generous curve we draw the moral line;
Our swindlers are permitted to resign;
Their guilt is wrapped in deferential names.
And twenty sympathize for one that blames.
Add national disgrace to private crime,
Confront mankind with brazen front sublime;
Steal but enough, the world is unsevere,
Tweed is a statesman Fisk a financier;
Invent a mine and be—the Lord knows what.
Secure, at any rate, with what you've got.
The public servant who has stolen or lied.
If called on, may resign with honest pride.
As unjust favor put him in, why doubt
Disfavor as uujust has put him out ?
Even if indicted, what is that but fudge
To bim who counted-in the elective judge ?
White-washed, he quits the politician's strife
At ease in mind, with pockets filled for life;
His lady glares with gems whose vulgar blaze
The poor man by his heightened taxes pays,
Himself content if one huge Kohinoor
Bulge from a shirt-front ampler than before—
But not too candid, lest it haply tend
To rouse suspicion of the People's Friend.
A public meeting, treated at his cost.
Resolves him back more virtue than he lost;
With character regilt, he counts his gains;
What's gone was air, the solid good remains:
For what is good except what friend and foe
Seem both unanimous in thinking so—
The stocks aud bonds which in our age of loans
Replace the stupid Pagan's stocks aud stones ?
With choker white, wherein no cynic eye
Pares see idealizeiba lieuipeu tie,
At parish meetings he conducts in prayer,
And pays for missions—to be sent elsewhere;
On ’Change respected, to his friends endeared,
Add but a Sunday school class, he’s revered;
Aud his too early tomb will not be dumb
To point a moral for our youth to come.
BIRTH AND DEATH OF WORLDS.
A NIGHT WATCH I'PON' THE MOV N'T AIN'S
- (Continued from So. lfi.l
“ Wrapped in clouds of fire, yon have just
said; and yet it would seem that Jupiter, far on
the outside of the solar system, and so many
millions of miles removed from the great sun-
source of heat, would be a region of frost rather
than of fire —a realm of perpetual cold.' -
“You do not take into consideration Jupiter’s
inherent heat,- which so far transcends that of
the earth as its size exceeds that of our globe
three hundred times. The telescope has shown
you the great, fiery cloud-folds that enwrap the
planet for a distance of thousands of miles, and
change forever in shape and color, as if by the
action of some force of wonderful energy and
power. It is the same force which produces
them—that of the planet's own inherent heat.
The heat of the sun. were it as great there as
upon our earth, could never raise -those.immense
masses of boiling and wreathing vapor: and at
the immense distance of Jupiter, the heat and
life-giving power of the sun must be greatly less
than upon our own planet. No; Jupiter is a world
in formation—yet being forged amid fire and
smoke by tlie hand of the Omnipotent Architect,
while the earth is wearing out. So slowly has the
birth of the mightier planet progressed, because
of its gigantic size. Its successive stages will
be proportionably prolonged. Ages shall elapse
before it reaches a life-sustaining era, and this
stage, when attained, shall last far longer than
the corresponding one on our inferior planet.
And, as time is a necessary element in the grad- ;
ual evolution of the highest forms of conscious
life, it is reasonable to infer that this mighty
planet, with its long life-sustaining era, will •!
produce beings of far nobler development than
any we have seen, —beings that would appear
gods compared with those the earth has yet pro- j
duced, and demi-gods compared even with that
higher development which our poor humanity ,
shall yet attain.”
“Can you imagine these beings, Speranza?” i
“Faintly. In my moments of inspiration, they j
pass before me like ‘shadows of light,'—beings
of grand mould and finer essence—full of strength
and beauty, of quick and keen perception, com
municating their thoughts by swift glances and
subtle touches, rather than by the medium of j
words. Material form shall clothe them lightly, ;
and they shall walk as freely almost as spirits,
having made the elements and physical forces
their slaves and workers. Do yon not feel how
our race has progressed and is still progressing,
Miriam ?—how we have grown intellectually and
spiritually ? Look back. The grandest spirits \
of . those old days were mere materialists; their
best conceptions were of the earth, earthy—even
Socrates, even Plato. And the poets ! where shall
we find in them anything finer than graphic de
scriptions of material objects and events, vivid !
portrayal of the grosser feelings and outwardly
[For The Sunny South.]
MARGARET FULLER OSSOLI.
BY LUCY WALTON FLETCHER.
Among the passengers who were wrecked in
the ill-fated Elizabeth, off the Jersey coast, July
15, 1850, was the gifted woman whose name
stands at the head of this article.
A native of Cambridgeport, Massachusetts, as
Margaret Fuller, she had won a High position
among the literati of her own country, and was
well known as an eloquent champion of Emer
sonian transcendentalism. At fifteen, under the
tuition of her father, she was studying Greek,
French and Italian literature with Scottish met
aphysics, writing a critical abstract at the close
; of each day’s lesson. By such a system of edu
cation, her physical energies were weakened
and her mental faculties unduly excited, and
the unsatifactory experience of her after-life was
no doubt attributable to the peculiarity of her
early training.
At twenty-two, stimulated by the review arti
cles of Carlyle, she commenced the study of
German literature, reading the works of Goethe.
Schiller, Tieck, Xovalis and Richter, within a
year. In 1835, the death of her father left her
burdened with domestic care. Soon after, she
became a teacher in Boston of Latin, French,
German and Italian, reading with her pupils
portions of Goethe. Schiller, Sersing, Tasso,
Ariosto and Dante. A few years after, we find
her in Boston, employing herself in a sort of lec
tureship or series of conversations, in which
German philosophy and lestlietic culture of the
fine arts were made the topics of instruction.
She published,'about this time, “Woman in
the Nineteenth Century,” and several transla
tions from the German, and was also engaged in
editing a philosophical journal called The Dial.
In 1844, she was employed as the literary editor
of the New York Tribune, being probably the
first lady employed in such a capacity on this
continent.
In the spring of 1846, she visited Europe, and
soon after her arrival in Rome, she was married
to the Marquis Ossoli, a young Italian noble
man, and a devout Roman Catholic. Having
identified themselves with the Liberals under
Mazzini, upon the failure of that party they were
obliged to fiee the country. Passing some time
in Florence, they embarked on May 17, 1850,
from Leghorn, and reached the coast of New
Jersey on the fifteenth of July. The passengers
made their arrangements for arriving in port
next day, but a fearful storm arising that night,
the vessel went down, and Margaret, with her
husband and little child, perished in sight of
the shore of her native land.
Our limits will not allow more than this mea
gre sketch of the outward life of this remarkable
woman. Gifted, as she undoubtedly was, with
extraordinary intellectual powers, which enabled
her to reach an eminence in literature rarely at
tained by her sex in this country, her experience
is only another instance of the emptiness and in-
apparent passions of mankind i W here shall we I sa ffj c ] encv 0 f me re triumphs of intellect to sat-
hnd the delicate, spiritual meanings, the intro- , ibfy the 1( j n ,, in „ s of the h ‘. art While, at times.
Editorial Huttings.— *
The fashionable Bathers at Narragansett Bay
j appear in rather unique costume. The ladies
I wear short pants with striped stockings fastened
j just above the knee, while the gentlemen look
| voluptuous in “low neck and short sleeves.”
i This is changing around bewilderinglv, but
hardly more than one would expect after con
templating tlie “tied-back” costume, which more
than bints of an aspiration after trowsers. r
Olive Logan doesn't give all her time to writ
ing spicy letters to the Graphic, and taking
moonlight promenades with Joaquin Miller. •
She reserves enough to enable her to manage
her very long trains with “skill and clever-
verted perception, the subtle analysis, the sub
lime aspirings of the modern mind ! Compare
Horace with Sbellev, Homer with Tennyson, e erlence
Ovid with Browning; compare Sappho, who { without pai
could only rise on tlie fitful wing of passion,
with Mrs. Browning, who soars free and high in
the regions of pure thought and feeling."
“ What of the painters and sculptors of that
day? Modern art has hardly approached, never
transcended, these ?”
“ Not in the domain of form and color, per
haps—the only domain in which their art wrought,
or which it comprehended. That was the era
of physical perfection, and its art-products were
but apotheoses of form and color. The art of
that era went little beyond these. It saw m t the
spirit that molded the form —the light withi'n the
vase. Modern art-creations excel the classic mod
els in this. They are instinct with a beauty more
subtle and potent than that of flesh and blood.
The era of intellectual, or rather of spiritual,
perfection is approaching. We are outgrowing
our old shells of thought and forming for our-
the subject of a very remarkable religious expe
rience, it is far from being a genuine evangelical
One cannot read of her struggles
pain. At times the light failed utterly,
and we hear the blasphemous cry, “I have but
little faith in the paternal love I need, so ruth
less, so negligent is the government of the
earth.” Even after she lmd learned the lesson
of submission and professed to have found
peace, we have no word indicating conviction of
sin, a faith in Christ.
Although keenly appreciating all that is beau
tiful in sentiment and action, her mind was
rather masculine in its cool, deliberate work
ings. Her forte was in characterization and
criticism. The wonderful mastery of the chef
(Tmares of Italian, French and Spanish litera
ture had not made her “ deep learned in books
and shallow in herself,” and while an earnest
student in books, she was ever studying the
minds and hearts of men in their writings.
Gifted with a wonderful magnetic power of at-
ness.” and safely engineer them through the selves new cells that we°shall eventually outgrow grelt^cUn th^devlJpment' o?’character and
HP/% „ AM mi i* n air I v_i 11 cf»A vorDn tArpoc ai*o mnro onn u . . 1 . .
dangerous mazes of the German. To manage a
train gracefully is quite a difficult art, especially
when, as in Olive Logan’s case, they are built by
Worth a la peacock, and are several yards in
length. t
While soup houses and charitable societies
are unable to keep starvation from the poor of
our large cities, we hear of most extravagant
outlays of money among the bondholding for
tunate. For instance, there was a golden wed
ding in Massachusetts, at which each guest was
presented with a pair of forty dollar sleeve but
tons. There were a hundred and fifty guests
All our newly-discovered forces are more and
more subtle,—steam, electricity, the odic fort e
that we vaguely call “magnetism.” In the pro-
{ leading those with whom she was associated to a
realization of the lesson which she so early
learned, that “the only object in life was to grow."
tress of time, men shall learn yet more fully to In con ; ersation , she was unequaled, and she
reply—as pleasant aDtl instructive as the parent present. It is no wonder that there are com-
knows how to give—as naturally promotes other 1 munistic societies in this country, where the
inquiries and gives stimulus to the mind.”
Women and Work,—A farmer’s wife of Illi
nois gives the following summary of her “day’s
work.” Bear in mind that it was no exceptional
day’s labor, but the ordinary day-by-day rou-
: tine:
“She rose at half-past four in the morning,
skimmed the milk, fed the chickens—has thirty-
three young ones and one hundred and fifty eggs
nearly ready to hatch—got breakfast, which was
eaten at six. Her sister was to drop corn from
the planter, and it was arranged that the wife !
should go to the field at ten, while the sister re- ,_ _ . , , .... ,
turned to the house to mind the baby. So the f L ewls has written a tragedy entitled Sap
watch-word is equal division of property or—
blood. „
Is the drama about to supersede the novel ?
We are having an avalanche of new plays for the
coming season, and many of last-year’s fifth-rate
novels that were dreary failures are being dram
atized by their authors, in the hope of finding
some star that will roar them into the ears of the
public, who refused to read them. Kate Field
is coming back from Europe with a new play.
“The Mighty Dollar” has j.ust been put upon
the stage with moderate success, and Mrs. Es-
wield mechanism,—to coerce steam, electricity
and other undiscovered forces,—to make them
slaves to their thought, and shift upon these the
yoke of labor, that they themselves (freed from
the bondage of manual toil) may reach upward
and onward after higher truths—may give their
larger leisure and freer thought to fuller indi
vidual and social progress, and the growth of the
subtle soul power, whose development shall make
thin the wall that hides from us the great ocean
of spiritual truth which throbs just outside our
duller consciousness, and whose murmurs we
catch faintly at times, thrilling the profound
silences of our being.
“ Mighty and marvelous truths shall dawn on
the human consciousness, developing, as ages
roll, truths that are • now’ wholly unknown, and
others that are present with us now as shallows
only, looking through mists of superstition,
such as magnetism and spiritualism.”
“You hold these to be truths?”
“ No, they are shadows of truths—vague, dis
torted caricaturing, as shadows are; but shadow
proves substance, and these are ‘ cast before ’
a coming truth that shall be a mightier power
than man lias known before: that shall annihil
ate space, possess itself of the future as of the
past, link mind with mind swiftly and silently
as electricity connects matter, open up stores of
wonderful knowledge and make man feel more
assuredly his kinship to the Divine.” ,
| has been styled “the best talker since Madame
j de Stael:” but her character was wanting in sym
metry, and she knew nothing of that peace which
j comes from an abiding trust in a loving Savior.
An earnest devotee to German philosophy, she
became the sibyl of American transcendentalism;
but while giving herself up to visionary specu
lations, and claiming to be, at times, the sub
ject of wonderful “ illuminations,” she groped
j in a region of shadows, and passed away in ig-
[ norance of that knowledge without which “all
is vanity and vexation of spirit.”
[For The Sunny South.]
“SUSIE.”
baby was dressed, the dishes washed, the beds
made, the floor mopped, the setting hens fed,
chickens killed and prepared for dinner, cookies
baked, the baby put to sleep, and the dinner ar
ranged by ten o’clock, when the wife took the
lunch and went to the field to relieve her sister,
will do so. and forward a marked copy to this After dinner, there was the nsual routine work
office, we will remit them ten dollars in money.
Tin* Number of Masons in the World.—A
correspondent writes us as follows from Peters
burg, Virginia, correcting a paragraph which
appeared in the last issue of The Sunny South.
He says:
to do, after which watering plants and other gar
den work occupied her until three o’clock; then
sh|e went to the field and dropped com until
night. After supper, she milked, fed the chick
ens, baked bread, ironed, sewed buttons on the
husband's shirts, watered the house-plants,
crimped the ruffles on baby's Sunday frock and
the lace on her own best dress, besides other
things not enumerated here—forgetting nothing
pho,” which is highly praised by the critics.
‘*1 am aweary, aweary; he cometh not, she 9aid,”
is the moan of the watering-place Mariannas this
season. One of them, writing to the Home Jour
nal, declares piteously: “We had a grand hop
last Thursday evening; Parisian dresses and
pretty faces in plenty, but no beaux. I think
there were only three available masculines pres
ent. Mr. Roessle, the son of the hotel proprie
tor, did his duty manfully, dancing with the
pretty girls as often as he dared, and smiling he-
roicallv when he knew he must waltz with
BOOK PAIIA GRA PUS.
Theodore Tilton is writing a five-act tragedy
of the “Graceous Hearings! ha! ha! ha!”
order.
Joaquin Miller is writing a centennial epic.
There seems a determination to fill up the bloody
chasm if trash and gas can do it.
Martin Harris, who is the author of the Mor
mon Bible, has just departed this life in Utah,
at the advanced age of ninety two.
The Marquis of Lome has in press a narrative
poem of more than three thousand lines, called
“Guido and Lita—A Tale of the Riviera.” It is
“In your issue of the twenty-first instant, ap- that should have been done except patching a frigLt. But the atmosphere of the ball-room was founded on an incident in one of the many
peared a paragraph to the effect that the number
of Masonic lodges in the world is 8,000, with a
membership of 500,000. With your permission,
I will correct the paragraph alluded to, and fur
nish you with an item which I doubt not will in
terest your Masonic readers. I am myself a
Knight Templar, and having devoted* much
study to the subject of Masonry, can vouch for
the correctness of the following, and, if desired,
at some future day will enter more into details.
The number of Masonic lodges in the world is
11,565, with a membership of 813,861, and dis
tributed as follows:
Europe, 2,150 lodges; number of members,
199,281. Asia and Africa, 119 lodges; number
of members, 70,000. North and South America
and adjacent islands, 9,069 lodges; number of
members, 544,580. These figures are taken from
the returns of the several Grand Lodges, and are
consequently authentic.
It is the curious logic of sin that its fruit
should be no greater than its seed; but acorns
swell to oaks, and grains to granaries full; and
grains of sin grow harvests of the death that
deathless spirits know. Jay.
hole in a mitten
Yet very probably the first time she asks her
lord and master for a calico dresss, he will be
forced to listen to the usual tirade about women’s
extravagance, and to the stereotyped complaint
of what a burden and drawback it is to a man to
support a family.
When a man marries a woman, he swears he is
ready to die for her at any moment, and shortly
afterwards, he refuses to make the fire or go to
market, and allows the woman he was ready to
die for. to work herself to death, when he could
often lighten her burdens, or at least cheer her
by kindness and appreciation.
An exchange tells us of an Indiana husband
who got a divorce from his wife and afterwards
hired her for a cook. The woman wrote to her
friends that she was delighted with the change,
for now she had not only less work to do, but
could have a little money to make herself decent
without having to plead for it until she felt as
mean as a sneak-thief. *
realty so depressing that we might as well have
been attending a first-class funeral.”
Two prominent duels came off last week, one
between a brace of editors, and the other be
tween a couple of monkeys in the Jarden lies
Plantes. The editorial encounter was a fizz, as
usual, the knights of the quill and scissors being
better at shedding ink than blood. Two mili-
itary titles, a Colonel and a Major, chiefs respec
tively of the St Louis Times and the Evening
Journal, go into Illinois with the usual retinue
of seconds, surgeons, etc., “to fight to the death.”
Weapons—Colt’s navy pistols at twenty paces.
One shot was exchanged, nobody hurt, and the
two chivalrous gentlemen returned to St. Louis
with their honor completely vindicated.
The monkey duel was a more decided success.
The two caricatures of man possessed themselves
of knives and fought to the bitter end, one of
them dropping dead and the other desperately
wounded. *
Saracen inroads which harassed the court of
Provence.
City Directory. —We are pleased to announce, ‘
at the request of W. R. Hanleiter, that he will
publish, at an early day, a complete directory of I
the city of Atlanta. Having heretofore published
some three or four directories of this city, he is
perfectly familiar with the business, and* will do
the job correctly and satisfactorily to the public, j
Mercer University. —We have received a !
beautifully printed catalogue of this worthy in
stitution of learning, and it delights us to note
its great success and growing popularity. Dur
ing the past collegiate year, there were one hun- \
dred and fifty students in the college proper,
and two hundred and forty-four in the high
schools, the Mercer and Crawford. The faculty
is composed of able and experienced educators,
and no institution in the South, perhaps, offers
greater facilities for acquiring a thorough colle
giate education.
“Well, neighbor Slummidge, how much shall
I put you down for to get a chandelier for the
church ? ” Neighbor S.—“Shoo ! what we want
to get a ehandyleer for ? The’ hain't nobody
kin play onter it when ye git it!”
Children are to me the crown jewels of crea
tion. God has perfected the earth with many rare
and beautiful gifts—sunshine, flowers, birds, and
the rippling of sweet-singing waters; but the
patter of little footsteps, the cooing from coral
red lips, the very breath through pearly gates
ajar, is sweeter and dearer than any or all of
these. Children nestle into my love as natu
rally as light into the heart of a flower. I keep
always a cluster to garland my life, and I name
them for my favorite blossoms. I never fail to
have a violet, a mignonette and a rose, and Susie
was my white rose-bad. A fair and gentle girl,
with pure complexion, soft, golden-brown hair,
eyes luminous with thought and feeling, and a
brow broad, white, and shapely with intellect, I
could not help picturing her developing into a
noble woman. But' God had wiser plans. Only
a few brief hours of illness, and then, as if the
angels could not wait, they came and carried her
away. Very bitter were the tears that fell for our
darling, worthy of our home and worthy of her
flower emblem— for every memory of her is beau
tiful—but worthier of a home on the shining
shore, the beautiful city of our God.
Not long before her death, she asked me to
write her some verses for a school examination.
I wrote them, but the lips that would have re
cited them were stiffened by death; and so I ded
icate them to all the other Susies throughout
the land, hoping that there are others blossom
ing as sweet as our rose-bud—not blighted, but
gathered to garland a home where the light is the
love of God.
susie’s dilemma.
Little girls Bhould be discreet—
So grown people say;
Never idle tales repeat.
Mind their books and play.
But when pretty Mrs. A ,
With her honeyed words.
Comes in such a cooing way—
Sweeter than a bird’s—
Calls me darling, birdie, sweet;
Then as if by chance,
“What’s the news to-day, my pet?”
With a searching glance),
“Tell me, little golden locks—
Eyes like violets blue.”
First, I know I’ve told her all—
What could Susie do ?
We shall find, when the stones are carefully
removed from our own paths, very little tempta
tion to east any at other people; it is one whose
way is stonv who becomes an expert slinger.
Jay.
Dew-drops at night are diamonds at morn: so
tears we weep here may be pearls in heaven.