[For The Sunny South.]
BY FLORENCE HABTLAND.
“ Oh, death in life—the days that are no more !"
She stood upon the lonely shore
And watch'd the white sails outward glide,
And saw the burning sunset pour
Its splendor on the rushing tide;
She heard the curlew's piercing cry,
As high he wheeled his dizzy flight*
Or, swooping downward, fluttered nigh,
His spray-dashed plumage bathed in light.
And to her dreaming eye there crept
A sudden look of yearning pain,
As though Borne grief that long had slept
Awoke to rpiiv’ring life again:
Some cherished hope of long ago,
Buried beneath the dust of years.
Looked at her through the sunset’s glow—
Sang its old music in her ears.
“O God!” she wept, and o’er the sea
The sobbing words rang like a dirge,
“ Why should my youth come back to me
Whene’er I view yon restless surge?
Why should the shattered dreams return,
And siren Hope the old song sing,
Only that I should vainly yearn
To try once more a broken wing ?
“ Full well I know that cold and deep,
Buried beneath the drifted snows,
The idols of life’s morning Bleep-
Locked in eternal, mute repose.
1 call them, but they come not back—
They do not heed my pleading prayer;
No sunshine falls across my track,
To tell that they were ever there.
“ Why did such splendid, dazzling dawn
My glad, enchanted vision greet,
If, when the dewy hours were gone,
Should come such scorching noon-tide heat ?
Why was this passionate, deep thirst
For all things beautiful and grand,
If fetters that I could not burst
Should clog my feet and chain my hand ?
“ Oh, the lost glory of those days
When first I caught the sense of life l
And felt my fiery heart ablaze
With longings for the coming strife!
What fairy visions wrapt me round
Of a swift-coming, dizzy hour,
When I should stand a queen, bay-crown’d,
With genius for my royal dower!
“I dreamed long dreams of foreign shores,
Where soon my eager feet would stray:
Of lands where richest sunlight pours;
Of Cashmere’s vale; of far Cathay;
Of Grecian isles, where the blue tide
Sings of the Muse’s ancient home;
Of Venice—Adriatic’s bride—
And, with a tear, of regal Borne!
“ I stood in dreams by Virgil’s tomb,
And felt his spirit brooding there;
And in St. Peter’s vaulted gloom,
With mitred priests, I knelt in prayer.
I heard the Miserere float,
Like spirits pleading man's recall.
While now with deep, then dying note,
The organ thundered over all.
“ In dreams, my daring footsteps prest
The lotos-scented banks of Nile;
In dreams, upon its haunted breast
I sailed for many a ghostly mile;
_ iml>ed_Cheops' mighty fi_ight_of stairs,;... A
Stood at the last, with bated breath,
In Thebes, while wandering Libyan airs
Sighed o’er the wrecks and whisper'd ‘death!’
‘Dreams—only dreams! but dreams so sweet
Their very memory thrills me yet;
My heart leaps with its old glad heat,
Then sinks with longing and regret.
Dreams of my youth, a last farewell!
I feel the iron grasp of Fate;
Like solemn note of passing bell,
She mocks me with ‘Too late—too late!’ ”
I'm eighteen—much too in the outer semblance of a Methodist preacher, ITA II ( )T I) I \ KTVFVT
ad when I take a fancy to put up at the same inn with Mr. Ferrington, I ^ L/lli 1 rLJtl 1 .
a niece, award, at the “Mount Parnassus Female “I? No, indeed!
| Collegiate Institute,” in Hilleville—a wild, mad- old to be at school—and when I take a fancy to put up at the same inn with Mr. Ferrington
i cap of a girl, whom no one could manage. He- any one, he must be of an age that will admit of and after a few day’s espionage, proceeded to
cently. she had been discovered to be in corres- being looked up to and respected and depended arrest that gentleman "on suspicion of burglary
| pondence with one Charley Ellis, brother of one upon. Isn't that a beautiful little song, Mr. Fer- and murder.”
| of her school-mates, and to have had several pri- rington, about This was the final blow under which Mr. Fer-
vate interviews with him over the back wall of •“Something to lean upon, rington's harrassed body and mind succumbed,
the college ground, and was moreover suspected Something to love?’” ’ Having convinced the officer of his innocence
to have formed a plan of seeret^elopt ment with Mr. Ferrington thought it was. It was almost (in order to effect which he was compelled to re-
' the same young gentleman. In consequence of equal to
these scandalous proceedings. Miss Stubbs, the « Something to love and to cherish,
accomplished and exemplary lady principal of Something to claim as my own.’’
BY MRS. A. P. HILL.
To Press Ferns and Autumn Leaves for Win
This should not be delayed. Gather before
veal the late painful circumstances which led to frost touches them. Combine leaves and grasses
his present situation), he straightway took to tastefully in vases; they greatly beautify and
his bed, and was for some days thereafter hap- refresh the house in the cold, bleak season of
the institute, had written to Mr. Sharpe, urging And his heart beat a little faster as his fair com- pily unconscious of all things while raving in winter. Gather them in fair weather as soon in
him to come on immediately and take away his panion again expressed her delight at meeting the delirium of fever. The physician said his the morning as the dew has dried from off them,
niece before she could further disgrace herself with a “kindred spirit.” Miss Harrison did illness was the effect of exposure to cold and or in the evening before the dew falls—never at
and the institute. nothing but giggle the whole time, to Mr. Fer- damp in his wanderings, he having frequently, noonday. Carry a large book for pressing in
“ Hilleville is nearly a day's journey by rail.” rington’s extreme disgust; though the fair Kate according to the chamber-maid’s testimony, the woods, and immediately after gathering
said Mr. Sharpe, in conclusion, “and, as you took no notice of it except once to whisper; been overtaken by a shower and neglected to them, lay each specimen between sheets of
know, I cannot well spare the time for such a “Don't notice her. She’s a silly little thing, change his clothes; though there is no question coarse paper and place them between separate
trip. Now, what I want of you. Mr. Ferrington, without a bit of sentiment. She could never un- but what it was in reality brought on by the leaves of the book. Do this until the book is
is to go in my place. I will give you a letter to derstand us.” stings of a sensitive conscience, and the almost full, then place heavy weights upon this and let
Miss Stubbs, and bring this thoughtless girl She looked up tenderly with her large, liquid, certainty, in his own mind, of his losing, through the leaves remain two days. The next step is to
home safely to my house in Bruce street. I know black eyes, and he felt a thrill as one of her Mr. Sharpe’s anger, his place in the office, and varnish them with white varnish. Some object
that I can depend upon your honor and discre- dark ringlets accidentally rested on his shoul- through his own .unworthiness, the hand of to this, as giving the leaves a shiny, unnatural
tion,” added Mr. Sharpe, who had more than der. He detected himself in the thought, “how Annie. look, and instead, recommend subjecting them
once before in the five years of their living to- should he feel to have her head resting there?” It was on a bright day in earliest spring when to the heat of a hot iron after pressing, the iron
gether had occasion to test thqse qualities in his He rather wished it. He wished she would go Mr. Ferrington, awakening as from a long and being rubbed first with beeswax. Try both,
head clerk; “and for the rest, the trip will be a to sleep and lean on him. He wished that she troubled slumber, glanced languidly around his Heaths should be dipped in boiling water three
little change for you, and not disagreeable, I would at least remove her vail, so that he might bed-room. Golden flecks of sunlight played or four minutes before being put in press, or
suppose, to a young fellow like you.” have a distinct view of the dark, handsome face through the drawn curtains, and a cheerful bit they will grow after being pressed, and do not
The flattered Ferrington accepted the commis- and black eyes. He wished that Annie had of fire made a shadowy glow throughout the look so well. Ferns may be pressed as other
sion. There could be nothing disagreeable, of black eyes instead of blue. He wished that she apartment. He at first felt a vague bewilder- plants. Should the stem and leaf shrivel before
course, in a day’s ride through beautiful scenery possessed more spirit, and warmth, and impul- ment of mind, wondering in what place he was pressed, put them in water a few hours, wipe off
in company with a pretty girl (at least, he fan- siveness, like Kate. Kate,— what a sweet, and how he could have come thither; but by de- the moisture, and press at once,
cied Miss Dallas must be pretty, as her name piquant name ! Far prettier than plain Annie, grees it all came back to him, and he compre- The grasses should be gathered in bloom, tied
was Kate and she was wild). So that afternoon After all, he thought, with a half-ashamed feel- bended that he had been sick, and wished that in bundles, hung in a dark place, heads down,
found him (after posting his letter to Annie) ing, had he not been too precipitate in writing he had died. These are beautiful additions to the pressed au-
speeding away toward Hilleville at the rate of that note to Miss Bright? It was true they had “Annie—oh, Annie !”he groaned, as he strove tumn leaves, ferns, and everlasting flowers for
thirty-five miles per hour. known each other for a long time—in fact, more in vain to turn his weary and aching head on winter bouquets and vases. Grasses are some-
At exactly ten o’clock on the following morn- than two years—and he had cause to think he his pillow. times painted with gay colors,
ing, Mr. Ferrington presented himself at the was not w'holly indifferent to her. But, then, he “I am here, Mr. Ferrington,” said a sweet, A pretty way of using pressed ferns and flow-
college of which Miss Stubbs was principal, had not seen anything in the style of Kate Dal- tremulous voice. “Don’t you know me—and ers is to paste them upon coarse bobbinet lace
That estimable lady not being at leisure, his let- las,—so artless, and enthusiastic, and warm- papa?” with a starch paste; cover them with another
ter of introduction from Mr. Sharpe was left in hearted. But here Mr. Ferrington checked him- He saw as in a dream the sweet, blushing face, piece of lace: frame between narrow strips of
care of a lad} 1 professor, who promised to deliver 'self, and a sense of shame and self-contempt the blue eyes full of tears, and also the rubi- stiff card-board; bind the edges with ribbon,
it. That she did so was made evident to Mr. overcame him. Was he such a fickle and incon- cund countenance of Mr. Bright beside his ~
Ferrington by the receipt of a note from Miss stant creature as this? And Annie—sweet couch.
Stubbs, requesting that he would meet her punc- Annie! And so, wavering alternately between “Ami—ami—dreaming?” he murmured,
tually at six o’clock on the following morning at the charms of Annie and the fascinations of the “No, no !” said Mr. Bright, briskly. “You’ve
the railroad depot, where she would in person bewitching Kate, Mr. Ferrington sped along on been sick—that's all. We heard of it yesterday
deliver Miss Dallas into his charge. that memorable day’s journey like one in a and came down at once to see you. You’ll soon
At the appointed hour accordingly, Mr. Daven- dream. ^ be well now. Lie still and try to sleep.”
port Ferrington was in waiting at the door of At length, late in the afternoon, the train He did not explain until some days after, that to them without much cost. I have been search-
the ladies’ reception-room at the depot. He began to approach B , and Miss Dallas lost the sympathizing detective to whom Mr. Fer- ing in every direction for information as to dif-
waited a long time without seeing among the her spirits and looked despondent and anxious, rington had unfolded his mournful story had at ferent ways of doing this, and give to my read-
passengers any two corresponding to bis idea of “I am so afraid of meeting Uncle Joshua,” she once communicated the same to Messrs. Sharpe ers the result of my investigations. Take a
the lady principal and her charge; but at length, observed to her escort. “I know he must be & Bright, and that Mr. Sharpe, who, despite his stemless goblet, crochet a cover for it of scarlet
as the passengers began to crowd to the cars, be ; awfully angry with me. Dear Mr. Ferrington, annoyance, had keenly appreciated the joke of zephyr or white cotton, place the goblet in it
was arrested by a sharp and measured female won’t you do me just one little favor? I shall the matter, had immediately written to him to and suspend by cords; use as a bouquet-holder,
voice. be so grateful.” come on at once and resume his place in the Another,—roll around the stemless goblet on the
“Is there a gentleman here of the name of Words could not describe the look and tone , office. Mr. Ferrington being by this time raving
FerriDgton?” with which this appeal was made. Mr. Fer- about “Annie” in the delirium of fever, the
“That is my name, madam,” responded the rington was completely overcome—conquered physician in attendance thought proper to open
young man, presenting himself in front of a tall, and subdued past resistance. this letter in order to gain a clue to his patient’s
angular female in black, under whose arm was “My dear Miss Dallas,” he said, in low and identity, and farther, to write to Mr. Sharpe, in
securely tucked that of an almost equally tall melting tones, “you know I would gladly do forming him of the state of affairs, and suggest-
Green is the prettiest and most durable*
A person of taste and ordinary skill can make
very* pretty bouquets by forming these pressed
articles upon paper and framing them under
glass. Ladies should lose no time in gathering
material for adorning their rooms the coming
winter, so as to give a cheerful, attractive look
outside coarse red flannel: secure it evenly and
tightly by sewing. Dip it in water until thor
oughly wet, then roll it in flaxseed thick and
evenly put on—the seed will stick to the flannel.
Stand it on the large end in a plate with water
in it; renew the water as often as necessarv.
young lady, closely vailed and muffled in furs, anything to oblige you.”
The grim female surveyed him through her eye
“Mr. Davenport Ferrington?”
“The same, madam;” bowing politely.
ing that the presence of “Annie ” would proba- The seed will vegetate and make a pretty con-
“Have you any acquaintance present to vouch Here she put her handkerchief to her eyes, and
for your identity, sir ?” inquired the grim one, Miss Harrison giggled. “I’ll write him a line
dubiously. and beg him not to be angry and harsh with me.”
“I cannot say that I have, ma’am,” replied “Harsh with you ?” murmured the gentleman,
“Then please, Mr. Ferrington, just leave me bly be of benefit to the unfortunate un.l inter-
with Nellie here at the hotel while you run esting patient; whereupon, Mr. Bright .Mid his
round to uncle with a note. I couldn’t bear to daughter made their appearance upon the scene,
meet him angry; it would break my heart.” ! as we have witnessed.
Mr. Ferrington recovered rapidly, and in the
course of a week or so, was well enough to be
removed to town. In a couple of months there
after, he took another railway trip, but this time
trast to the red. A good way to utilize goblets
Take a glass fruit-can, put a small sweet po
tato in the bottom, half fill the jar with water,
and you will soon have a graceful green vine if
set in a sunny window. Renew the water as
it becomes absorbed. A turnip or a carrot
scooped out, the hollow filled with water and
the gentleman, glancing anxiously around upon ( in a tone of tender reproach; and the large eyes in company with his bride, Annie, instead of suspended in the sunshine makes a pretty orna-
the curious crowd. ' glanced up shyly, and then sank modestly be- that bold, impudent Miss—but at that name he ment. Pine cones saturated with water and"
[For The Sunny South.]
MR. FER KINGTON'S TRIP.
BY S. A. W.
The lady in black regarded him suspiciously, neath the ardor of his gaze.
“But I assure you, ma’am,” continued he, in There is no knowing to what extravagance Mr.
the confidence of innocence, “ I assure you that I Ferrington’s feelings might not have led him,
am Davenport Ferrington, clerk in the establish- but for his at that instant meeting Miss Harri-
ment of Sharpe & Bright, and commissioned by son s blue eyes fixed upon him with an expres-
Mr. Sharpe to meet Miss Dallas and escort her sion so extraordinary that he was startled. Was
home to B .” ] the girl an utter simpleton orcrazy ? he thought.
“ Perhaps,-’’-said tbedad/ principal, severely, And how snwn^e‘'that she should be traveling
“ perhaps you may have a card about you, sir?” alone like this ! He looked father hard at her,
No; to his consternation, Mr. Ferrington dis- but she turned away her face and pretended to
covered that he had no card. Fortunately, how- be absorbed in the landscape.
ever, he found in his pocket an old letter, the Upon their arrival in B , Mr. Ferrington,
address of which he presented to Miss Stubbs, leaving the two girls at the hotel, went with all
Having microscopically scrutinized this, and , speed to the office, taking with him Miss Dallas’
been assured by a gentleman to whom she ap- note. Mr. Sharpe, however, happened to be
pealed that the name was really Davenport A. particularly engaged; so that instead of accom-
Ferrington, and not as she had supposed, “Clo- panying his clerk back to the hotel, he dispatched
venfoot O’Terrapin,” the estimable Miss Stubbs him thither alone, with a disapproving remark
expressed herself as partially satisfied, and about his having left his charge among strangers,
thereupon formally delivered Miss Dallas into and directions that she should be immediately
his keeping—very much as she might have done conveyed in a hack to his house up town.
So Mr. Ferrington returned to the hotel rather
crest-fallen. Upon inquiry for Miss Dallas, the
following note was handed him by the chamber
“ Mr. Ferrington,—As you have seen proper to
always involuntarily winced. And to this day sprinkled with grass seed are curiously beauti-
Mr. Davenport Ferrington sat at his desk in
the private office of “Bright, Sharpe & Co.”
There was considerable business doing that day,
and Mr. Ferrington was helping to do it by in
dustriously scratching upon a huge sheet of red-
ruled paper a column of names and figures,
which, upon close inspection might have been
discerned to stand as follows:
“Annie — Nannie—Miss Annie C. Bright.”
“Mrs. Anna C. Ferrington, care of Davenport
Ferrington, Esq.” “Married—At ChristChurch,
November 15, Davenport Ferrington, Esq., to
Annie C., daughter of John ”
Just here, Mr. Ferrington’s labors were inter
rupted by the soft opening of a door behind
him. Hastily rising, he confronted a very pretty
and modest face, at sight of which he blushed
exceedingly and guiltily crumpled the paper in
“Good moining, Mr. Ferrington. Is papain?
I had expected to find him here.”
“Good evening, Miss Bright,” stammered the
gentleman. “Yes-—no—that is, I believe Mr.
Bright has stepped out for a chair. Take a
lunch, Miss—I mean a chair—and I will see.”
“Oh! pray don’t trouble yourself,” said the
young lady, with a blush and' a smile. “Mama,
who is waiting in the carriage, sent me in to see
papa; but as you are so much engaged, Mr.
Smith will find him. Good morning.”
“Good evening, Miss.”
Mr. Ferrington stood for a moment blankly
staring at the closed door. Then he turned
fiercely upon the crumpled paper and savagely
tore it to pieces.
“What an insufferable ninny I am !” he mut
tered. “ What a miserable, cowardly, chicken-
hearted fool! ‘Take a lunch,' indeed 1 And
blushing like—” he paused as if to find a suita
ble comparison, and added.—“like a donkey!
What must she think of me ?”
He threw his pen into the fire and himself
into an arm-chair, where, forgetful of business,
he sank into a state of despondency. From this
he presently aroused with a start, energetically
ran his fingers through his hair, and assumed a
look of stern and heroic determination.
“I’ll do it!” he muttered resolutely; “I’ll do
it now—this instant—while my courage is up !’’
And he sat down and wrote a modest but
manly declaration of love, addressed to “ My
Dear Miss Annie.” Then he selected an envel
ope and very carefully directed it to Miss Bright, j
While thus engaged, he was disturbed by the I
entrance of a portly, florid-faced man in a white
hat and gold-headed cane—no less a personage
than Mr. Sharpe, senior member of the firm.
“Ah ! busy, I see, Mr. Ferrington.”
“Y’es, sir,” answered the clerk, guiltily.
“Those accounts of Parke ”
“I know; but they may stand over for a day
or two— or I’ll see to them myself. The fact is, i
Mr. Ferrington,” he added, carefully closing the
door and unbuttoning his coat as he seated him- j
self, “the fact is, I’ve a little confidential, pri
vate business for you, if it will suit you to un
Certainly, sir; anything that I can do.”
So Mr. Sharpe proceeded to explain. He had
a half-tamed young wild-cat or bear-cub
hastily departed, with a look of relief.
Seated in the rear car, Mr. Ferrington essayed,
as in duty bound, to make himself agreeable to
his young lady charge; but she answered in low _ _ .
monosyllables, and never once lifted her thick P a >' me 110 attention whatever during our jour-
he cannot bear an allusion to the trip when in
he had been betrayed into a weakness and folly
for which he has never yet forgiven himself.
[For Tlie Sunny South.]
Ht* Wanted a Letter “Writ.”
“Be you de boss man db dis shop, sar?”
“Yes, I’m the proprietor; what can I do for
“Well, yer see, boss, I wants a letter writ, an’
if you kin write it fur me ’doubt much trouble,
I’ll be more’n obleeged to yer. Yer see, I’se mind a little extra trouble in preparing flowers
’gaged to a cullud lady down here ’bout fifteen for blooming in the season of gloom and desola-
mile, an’ she’s writ me a mighty sweet letter, an’ tion without. I remember a visit to a friend on
of course, I wants to answer it; but bein’ as I a cold, chilly day. She was noted for taste and
can’t write, I spec I must git some scollard to neatness in the arrangement of her flowers,
write it fur me.” which she loved with a passion. Near a window
in her cozy sitting-room, upon a common pine
ful. All these and others afford entertainment
and amusement for a leisure hour. Children
should be encouraged to prepare them; it makes
them handy and stimulates invention.
HOUSE-PLANTS AS WINTER ORNAMENTS.
As a general thing, box-plants are stowed away
in pits or cellars at the very time we need them
to make the house look cheery and bright. A
few, at least, might be kept for house decoration.
There is much in ltitle things to render home
attractive,-and women have too great an interest
in beautifying and adorning their homes to
Business being dull, Thompson drew out a
sheet of paper, smiled as he winked to himself,
and announced that he was ready.
“ Fust you say, boss, tell her dat I was happy
to receive her sweet letter, and make it sorter
box (the quality of the box, however, was invis
ible, being covered with a bright, pretty pattern
of papering), sat a pot of beautiful parlor ivy,
the vine trained around the snowy drapery of
highfalutin, boss—you knows how to fix it up.” the window. It gladdened and brightened the
Thompson wrote: “The delectable recipient whole room. Upon leaving the room, I could
pay me no auention wnaiever ouring our jour- of y()U1 . e pi s t 0 lary effusion was transported from not have described with accuracy a single article
vail or removed her uncomfortably heavy wrap- ‘xtl d! the turbulent elements of this mundane sphere of furniture; but that box of ivy stands out in
pings. This continued
first station, where, there
stoppage, the young lady insisted upon alight
i ing and going into the hotel. Thence she pres-
[ ently emerged, accompanied by another young
lady, whom she introduced to her escort as Miss
j Harrison, a former class-mate, whom she had
| been most fortunate to meet here, like them-
until they reached the exclusively to the entertainment of Mr. Charles tQ tlle rea ( ms 0 f etherial bliss when the fact my memory as a sweet, refreshing picture, pleas-
? being fifteen minutes Ellis who joined us at the first station I feel dawned upon Mm that your love ] y (ligits had ant to think of.
myself justified in dispensing vith your farther p enned pj m a f ew an gelic lines. Emanating as Very little care is needed in the cultivation of
placing myself under the protection - t d j d p rom the most lovely and beautiful of her this plant. The cuttings require rich soil. They
of Mr. Ellis. YV ith best love to dearest I ncle g jt kindled in his bosom emotions of the readily take root either in pots of soil, or in
Joshua and forgiveness and sympathy tor your- wildegt and grea test of pleasure.” water. Mr. Vick says: “ It is the easiest to cul-
sel “ Kate IIallas. ^ “ Well,” said Thompson, as he dotted the i’s tivate of any indoor plant, and will bear more
“Where—where is Miss Dallas?’ enquired and crossed the t’s of the first paragraph, “ what hardship and ill-usage than any other. ” Keep
j selves, on her way to B . Miss Harrison, a Mr. Ferrington. an awful suspicion of the truth next?” the soil well moistened. It can be trained any
tall, blonde girl, with large, laughing blue eyes, flashing upon him. | “ Now tell her dat I tinks of her all de time, shape. A pretty decoration for pictures is to
looked dt mure, bowed shyly, giggled in what “The two young ladies, sir, as yon left here? , an’dat I’se mighty anxious to see her once more.” place them upon brackets and behind, so as to
the gentleman considered a very silly manner— They’re gone on in the up-train—only, sir, one Thompson wrote; “From the first dim tint be out of sight. Put bottles of water with cut-
he seeing no cause for it—and modestly retired of ’em isn’t a young lad}’, but a young man;— of morn, when the oriental sun dips his arrow- tings of ivy; they will soon form green wreaths,
to a seat behind the two. leastways, so the waiter says,—and he took off rays in liquid gold and sends them from his sil- if so trained, around the flames.
Either the advent of Miss Harrison or some his wrappings and hat and vail in number ver-stringed bow bright and burnished athwart Nothing is,more beautiful than ferns. Thanks
other cause produced a very sudden and rather eleven.” the drowsy earth, till the yawning hour of mid- to modern invention, there is a way by which
startling charge in Miss Dallas. She had re- And the girl giggled so precisely in the man- night, when nature is hushed and naught is these lovely plants can be secured for winter
moved her thick barege vail and substituted one ner of Miss Harrison, alias Dallas, that Mr. Fer- heard but the sad wail of the whip-poor-will growth. A fernery or wardian case is simply a
of black lace, through which could be seen a rington at once understood the mystery of that afar in the forest, does thy beautiful image lin- vase with a close-fitting glass case, air-tight,
pair of large, bright, black eyes, a slightly aqui- young lady’s mirthfulness. ger in my vision. I long for the moment when The ferns with other gay flowers and foliage
line nose, and a rather large mouth with cherry- However, he uttered not a word. He merely the Fates shall decree our union—when your leaves must be planted in'the pot or vase filled
red lips. Her complexion was dark and rich, turned away, and with a face perfectly ghastly in Borneo can whisper in the attending ears of his with rich soil. The glass case or shade should
with a suspicion of rouge, and her hands, which its expression of blank misery and despair, Juliet the soft, sweet tale of undving love.” entirely surround the plants. Occasionally
were delicately gloved, were also of rather unu- walked mechanically out of the house. But how “Now tell her, boss, if I had'n'ter been tooken raise a corner of the case, and when necessary,
sual size for a lady; but, then, she was tall and should he meet the offended Mr. Sharpe, whose down wid de chill’n’ fever, I’der been down dar it may be removed a short time, when decayed
large—in short, what Mr. Ferrington presently trust in his “discretion” had been so shamefully ; ’fore dis: an’ den say: leaves ' “
decided to be “a very fine, handsome girl.” deceived. Howfaeethe jeers of his fellow clerks.
She commenced talking to him, at first shyly, and the suppressed smiles of the public of B ,
though this soon wore off, and she presently be- to whom, as he was aware, the matter must
came quite frank and confidential. speedily become known, since it was already
“ • De rose am red, de vi’lets blue,
Sugar's sweet an’ so am you.’
Thompson wrote: “ My failure to visit you is
attributable to the fact that a preponderance of
require to be taken off, or there is any
f appearance of mold. When the surface of the
soil becomes very dry, take advantage of a mild
day and water slightly.
A correspondent of the Gardener's Monthly
“ Y'ou are fond of scenery ?”
“I love everything beautiful. Don’t you ?”
“Oh! yes, certainly;” looking rather earn
estly at the vailed black eves.
where only the eyes of strangers should look
upon him. And in this resolve he almost un
consciously stepped on a train which was just
starting, alighted at a station fifty miles distant,
took'an omnibus which he saw in waiting, and
variety of ferns. The case was put over them,
and for seven years has not been removed, or
any artificial nourishment of any kind given
them, and they continue in excellent health,
though old fronds have died and crumbled into
“Dar now, boss,” when Thompson read over dust, and new ones have taken their places.
the language of the poet:
The rose is of a carmine hue,
The violet is an azure blue,
Saccharine substance is treacly sweet,
And likewise you.'
“I am glad of that. It is so pleasant to meet was in an hour thereafter deposited at an old-
W’ith One Of Congenial taSteS.” I-,-, Al,™m' 0 mnnlrr tr>CT-n Tiomo
This inappropriate expression of feeling
from Miss Harrison, who instantly tried ___
smother it in a slight cough. ' shunning all society, and spending most of his He dropped that letter in the box as if it had to them when planted. There are various pat-
“ What a silly girl!” thought Mr. Ferrington. time in lonely wanderings amid the neighboring been a stick of peppermint candy and didn't terns of ferneries, some of elaborate workman-
“ I suppose Uncle Joshua is well ?” presently woods and fields. People began to regard him want to part with it, and the last seen of him he ship, and costly; others of plain, simple patterns,
timidly ventured Miss Dallas. ' with suspicion. Old women watched his mo- was buying a white cravat for the coming occa- inexpensive. Flowering begonias, lycopodiums.
Mr. Ferrington replied in the affirmative. tions from above palings, and young ones from sion. • B. Kidges. grow well under these cases. Ferns that will
“Is—is he very angry with me ?” inquired she, behind window-blinds. The landlady and her *** answer, grow wild and can be removed to the
in a sweet, hesitating manner. chamber-maid listened at his key-hole, and the The only Swiss lady in medical practice, the fernery bv a little pains. A lady writer upon
.“Angry with you ? Oh. no ! of course not— landlord had his apartments privately searched Women and Work says, writes thus from Zurich this subject advises that they be exposed to the
that is, I don’t think it possible.” - during his absence. The impression was at to a former fellow-student now practicing in frost late in the autumn, until they are frozen
“They have made you think me a dreadful first that he was a genteel forger or counter- London: “I have been very successful in my seemingly dead. After being in this condition
girl. Mr. Ferrington.” feiter, and then, that he had committed a mur- practice. From the day that I gave out that I a few weeks, in a state of rest according to na-
The gentleman eloquently protested. der and was hiding from justice. His pocket- was ready to begin, I have had no lack of patients, ture’s laws, then plant in ferneries. The roots
“It is all the fault of that dreadful Miss knife and seal-ring were found in the drawer of My practice extends to all ranks, and is almost will soon sprout, the leaves develop, and the
Stubbs. Old maids are so stiff and particular the looking-glass, and a report was immediately limited to the diseases of women. I have had flower is reproduced in all its beauty. ”
and spiteful.” in circulation that a bloody dagger and a lot of no difficulties to contend with. The prejudice A scientific writer has shown* that when
Mr. Ferrington agreed. f jewelry had been discovered in his trunk. Lit- against women will soon have been entirely over- plants are frozen, icicles are developed in their
“And to have them suppose I was going to tie boys followed him at a respectful distance, come here. I have rather more than my share interior, forming small columns perpendicular
run away with that little Charley Ellis ! Why, and mothers snatched up their babes and fled of work, and my finances are in a flourishing to the surface, and often penetrating the epider-
he’s a mere child,” tossing her head; “only within the shelter of houses at his approach, condition; at the end of the first year of medi- mis, or outer skin, the fluid or moisture being
twenty-one, and without a particle of mustache'. Finally, the town authorities took up the matter, cal practice I found that I cleared my expenses, derived from the contents of the cells. The cells
Ridiculous, ain’t it?” They compared his personal appearance with Women are getting on well at the University, themselves remain unaffected, so that there is
“He-he !” from Miss Harrison. that of every villain known to be at large, and There are now fifteen lady medical students.” no destruction, but simply a separation of the
“You don’t fancy very young men?” inquired finding in every instance a remarkable coinci- —- organs: and consequently the asserted death of
Mr. Ferrington, with interest. His own agewas cidence, notified the metropolitan police of the Be proud of your calling; if a shoemaker, the plants bv freezing does not really take
verging upon thirty. same. The result was that one of these latter, j strive to make a better shoe than any one else. to anv great extent.