[For The Sunny South.)
I would bring an oblation,—what Bhall it be ?
If I had diamonds, I’d give them to thee,
Or rubies or pearls from the isles of the sea.
But though my gift were a costlier gem
Than ever gleamed in the diadem
Of prince or pope, or flashed in the hair
Of royal dame or of princess fair,
It would be rejected with proud disdain
Unless it were offered in Friendship’s name.
The name has much or little meaning in it,
As it is freely or constrainedly given—
To many or to few—with reservation
Close locked within the.breasi, as who should say,
"My friendship shall be measured by my gain;"
Or frankly, with no halting in its trust.
That is no friend of mine who of the troth
Wherein I plight my friendship, doubts the truth.
What, then, is friendship? ’Tis a reflex ray
Of Heaven’s serenest light, that glistens through
"A spirit fairer than the light of dreams,"
And casts upon the icy world
A warmth and beauty that dispel
Its cheerless gloom, and give to life
A sense of pure and holy joy.
It is a light that shines within one’s breast.
Not selfishly, but that the wanderer
May see its radiance and return;
That the soul-stricken may be cheered,
The sufferer soothed, and they who bear
In their own breasts a kindred light
May multiply the joys of life.
It is a fire that burns in kindred hearts.
Upon a holy altar, and whose flame
Is nourished by self-sacrifice,
Yet burnB not for the multitude.
It is a sacred fire—sacred to those
Who know its holy nature, and whose souls
Are warmed by kindred altar-fires—
Sacred to those whose hearts are tuned
To thrill in pleasant unison—
" To feel a waking magic flung
Their sympathetic chords along,”
By the attrition of those thoughts
That lead by various courses to one goal.
But friendship stops not here. It is a fire
Whose embers deeper burn,whose flames reach higher,
Yet, like the Thunderer’s bolt, direct their course
Unvariant and resistless to one point.
It is a passion whose deep fibrils find,
In the most sacred chambers of the soul,
Their sustenance and chords to twine around,
But whose tall trunk puts forth few boughs; thoBe few
Spread not afar to check its lofty growth.
It is a God-like passion, kin to love;
And “ God is love,” and friendship is divine.
But His love reaches out expansive boughs
Whose umbrage broad gladdens the universe;
While human friendship, given to but few
Or to one valued one, reserves for such
Each twig, each shadowy leaf; from such reserves
■ Not e'en its choicest treasure, if the thing
Thus treasured can make glad the precious friend.
I have not tom my dress ! Try to be trim and heard her moving about when to my purblind
fresh like that daisy, Annie, you demoralized eyes it looked gray. Presently my latch turned
old dear?” softly; she came in, and was going swiftly out,
Meanwhile, she is skillfully pinning me to- when it occurred to me I had a tongue,
gether. “ What’s the matter, Aprile?”
Through the day we chanced upon our Eng- “ Nothing !” curtly,
lishmen again and again, and always we uncon- When the breakfast bell rang we gathered down
ventionally smiled at each other. They were stairs, but no Aprile. Thinking she might be
proper-looking young Britons enough in their resting after her vigil in the morning twilight.
eyes over her handkerchief. “Oh, if I only had She interrupts me with a peal of laughter. I
some water.” am throned on the bed; she is sitting at my feet,
“ Some water !” said Lionel wofully. “With her arms around her knees, a soft, white heap,
all my heart, but there is none^o be had!” The infantine, irresponsible mirth gleaming in
“Oh yes, there is,” said Aprile from her hand- her eyes, and shining all over her face, makes
kerchief. “At the house on the hill. Oh. please !” her an embodiment of eltin glee.
“But you seem faint. I do not like to leave' “Don’t wake up the people of the house,”
yon.” say I tartly.
Never mind me. I shall do very well as soon “Oh. you smile, Cecilia.” says she. “How
ordinary garb, and one leaning against a rock, I tapped at her door, and getting no intimation as I get some water, and I'll beckon to Cilly and green you are in this old world ! You silly Cilly !
sketching, made so romantic a figure you would opened it—she was not there. We all went into Annie,” muffling her face more carefully, and Don’t you know why I clung to him? My face
never guess he had worn a saffron bonnet. the piazza and scoured the horizon. Eureka ! waving an earthv parasol. was dirty ! I kissed the bank once or twice in
When we landed, we were both
guess Be Bad worn a saffron bonnet. tBe piazza and scoured the horizon. Eureka ! waving an earthy parasol.
The three sisters spelled us with their fantas- She was coming with the Doctor, looking in her Lionel was off like an arrow*, up one hill, and my descent,
tic charm; each island is more wildly sweet than auroral bloom and freshness like a rose washed no sooner was he out of sight than Aprile was breathless,
the last. Again we found ourselves in a stormy in dew. She swung a little basket in her hand . off’ like an arrow down another; she ran up the 'And the beating of our own hearts
sea of breakers, and again we tore ourselves and had a slightly discomfited air. bank where it was low, and disappeared in the Was the only sound we heard.'
from the enchantment—hurrying unwillingly, “This lady,” harangued the Doctor, after a woods as suddenly as if she were a dryad ab- wliilf I struggled for my handkerchief. I had
yet with a sense of relief, over the perilous little salutatory plunge of his head, “has been on sorbed into her natal oak. Annie and I looked made myself ridiculous enough by falling. Do
bridges. works of charity. I found her ministering to a blankly at each other! you think I would have exposed my muddy face
We halt under a big tree, and sink into the poor, blind patient of mine, feeding her with “Dear me,” said I; “I hope these running to your scornful gaze? When he could speak,
long broom-grass. I open my satchel and pro- berries, you know, and she has relieved my tedi- fits are not catching. What can that girl mean?’’ he made some tender speeches, which I dare
“You provident old mother-bird with a worm
in your mouth !” says she. “You gray squirrel,
hoarding your nuts, non incantus fnturi /”
“‘Thou hast the most unsavory similes,’”
“Now, we can go back in the cool,” she goes
on unheeding. “In vain will the succulent
Aprile gives a scream of de- ous way by conversing with me. Her voice suits
me so well, ah—being a little hard of hearing,
“I wish you were dumb !” said Aprile.
Jimmy was present; the style of conversation
that prevailed between this pair was new to him;
She soon re-appeared, blushing and laughing say you heard, spy,” she hisses with sudden
softly to herself. fury. “ He thought it was my nerves that were
When Lionel, who was much longer because quivering, but I was shaking with laughter! As
the house was not on the hill, returned, an art- soon as I sent him on his quest, I ran to the
ful language came over her. She drained the stream, which I knew was near, and I dare say
glass, and felt strength stealing through her, she he knew, too, if I had let him remember, and
he broke into outrageous laughter. The Doctor said; and then she rose and took Lionel’s prof- washed my face !”
perceived that somehow he was game in this fered arm, smiling sweetly up at him her regret I wrung my hands despairfully amidst her in
young man’s eyes. He marked him for future at burdening him, and all the way home she extinguishable laughter,
onion sign ‘take me!’ with her long, green vengeance; I saw him ! The next time that boy was the most chastened,tractable little Quakeress, Then, with the contrariety of her kind, she
fingers to-day.” is ill, he will order blisters ! and thus disappeared to doff her smirched at- grew suddenly grave. She loosed the ribbon
She plants her big white, blue-lined parasol in As we moved to the breakfast-room, I remem- tire. from her neck, let the heart fall in her palm, and
the ground and reclines under the impromptu bered I had put on my torn skirt: glancing hastily At tea, she bloomed out in white muslin and on it dropped some great, clear tears.
tent, sandwich in hand. Lionel, also, with a down to see if the rent were so bad, a marvel, it rose-colored ribbons; at her ears quivered the ’ ✓
sandwich which he eats decorously, with scru- was gone ! crystal balls, and from a ribbon depended the
pulous warding of crumbs from his moustache, “Aprile !” I cried, spreading it out for exhibi- glittering heart, at her round, white throat.
watches her through an angle of our pavilion bition, “this is why you came into my room so
with adoring eyes. early ! How beautifully it is mended !”
“Why, Miss, how you have taken the Doctor!” Lionel beamed upon her; when her domestic
says our hostess, meeting us when we come virtues shone, he basked in them,
home with a basket of luscious, dark-crimson “I passed the church-yard this mornin
‘I did not know how pretty they were,” she
said, nodding to Lionel, who was regarding these
adornments with satisfaction. And that was the
last token of good-will he got for hours. She
[For The Sunny South.
An Echo from the Sixteenth Century.
BY SILT A.
In the galaxy of distinguished names that
came out of the slough a cruel coquette, and adorned the age' of Leo the Tenth, we find that
raspberries. “ I don’t know the day his berries says Aprile, deaf as the Doctor. “This must he a tormented her victim with a subtlety and delight of Cornelius Agrippa, a scholar, whose genius
have been outside of his fence! Doctor’s a very healthy place; it isn’t at all full. If I were that filled even me with indignation. He asked an q misfortunes entitle him to the admiration
mean one for fruit; though a nice gentleman to die here, I suppose I would be buried there, for pathetic songs; she warbled tripping, heart- aru ( sympathy of every feeling heart. It is well
other ways,” she adds, mindful of contingencies. It would be too expensive to express my re- less ditties. He alluded to the past happy days; known that the “ Renaissance” was not confined
In the evening we hear the Doctor’s short i mains, wouldn't it Cilly?” she was glad they were over; on the whole, she to the fine arts in Italy, but was felt in various
tread, giving the impression that he is walking “ Miss Lockhart!” “Aprile!" we all cry; but agreed with those charming young Canadians, departments of literature, and extended to many
on his heels with his toes in the air, but other the little witch has gained her end, and diverted that it was possible to see too much even of Niag- 0 f the surrounding countries. “The torch of
steps blend with it, and he enters accompanied the conversation from her goojl deeds. ara. She strolled to the window; he approached genius seems to have dropped from heaven, at
by the young Englishmen we saw in the mo*n- And now our last day has come; to-morrow to remark on the beauty of the night—she was once, and to have kindled all in a blaze around
ing. I see them now with comfort; thej r will morning, we turn our faces from the wonder and gone, seated by Annie, listening with Walter to it,”
dislodge Aprile, who has been playing and talk- delight of Niagara! We packed our trunks with a story as if she too were eight. Agrippa was born at Cologne, in September,
ing at the same time, a practice / consider de- the mournful feeling that act always gives; it is j The Doctor popped in. He was on the wing 1846, when all Europe was ringing with the fame
cidedly flirtacious. The Doctor explains that the seal to a portion of our life, be it brief or to visit his patient of the afternoon. He begged 0 f the youthful Mirandola, the most eminent
his friends are Southern sympathizers, and very long; gone forever, beyond recall! to put us on the cars to-morrow, and popped scholar at the court of Lorenzo de Medici. At
anxious to know the ladies from that deeply in- An urgent business letter summons Lionel out, as covered with Aprile’s favor as a sugared the age of nineteen, he became the protege of Max-
teresting and down-trodden land. He would away this morning. “Alone,” (as is the flatter- almond is with sugar imilian the First, Emperor of Germany. This
present some of us to each other, stop to give us ing word to denote the absence of man in a party), j The evening was so balmy we walked out into prince, who, by his talents and statesmanship
bits of their biography and genealogy as vouch- will we thread the intricacies of the tracks in the garden; a door of our parlor opened on it, established the House of Austria more firmly
ers for their respectability, and as abruptly re- that distracting depot at Rochester; “alone,” be and there was a gate by which Lionel sometimes upon the throne, and rendered its authority
sume his introduction; an ordeal which we bore set down in the great roaring, dazzling vanity ) e t himself out. The garden was an odd ming- more respectable than any of his predecessors
with ill-concealed mirth, and they with impene- fair of New York. ling of flowers and vegetables: hollyhocks and
trable solid 1LV. ^ Wo hi tlm aftomnnn tn IaaIt aitt loot -naati ■ 1 -i 1 • 1 • 11 • t
7 had done, was also a great patron of learning.
^ e go in the afternoon to look our last upon sweet-peas were cheek by iowl with onions and The defects of his early education were rem-
folio 4-lwv A 1 . £ , . . K J , . , , , . -!• 1 V 11 ^ - n v . i t
Aprile showered graceful thanks like flowers the falls, and with the ever-present grandeur potatoes, and sweet-herbs and pot-herbs bor- edied by laborious'study; he was brave, chival-
i the imperious Doctor; I shoiited “Rasp- there are such exquisite adjuncts to-day that our dered chrysanthemum and cabbage plots in gro-
>rrip« !'* find f.bpn lnnkpd of. locf cinrVif ic flm EViifiaef r , • -i * or
berries!” and then he looked intelligently at the last sight is the fairest,
pretty pantomime of her vivacious gratitude. j The sunset makes a clear ruby atmosphere, in
But the young Britons ! One displayed a pur- which the promenaders wear an unearthly look;
pie shirt-front, the other, who had red whiskers. “ dark faces pale against the rosy flame.” It in-
a pink one; one had on a velvet coat, and one— carnadines the river, which eddies and circles
I do not deceive !—wore Camas shoes, newly j now red, now green. Even the light walls of
chalked. Walter went out to inspect their hats, spray that continually rise and fall gleam purple
[For The Sunny South.]
ONE WEEK IN A SUMMER.
rous, and ever ready, to promise—but, owing to
tesque yet trim fashion. an exhausted treasury, never able to do much for
Among the paths, we loitered in the paly lustre the men of genius whom he delighted to draw
of great silver lamps hung in the blue mid-heaven, around him. While Agrippa was yet a young
I think they have never seen one of our golden man, his name had become a household word in
nights here. The shadow of parting fell upon all parts of Europe. He is said to have been a
us as the hour drew near. I except Aprile; she , pupil of John Reuchlin, who was also the in-
openly adverted to it, and hoped Mr. Greville structor of Luther, Melanethon and Erasmas,
and reported, in a loud whisper, that a red and crimson. Rainbows are hovering at the ( would not be late, it was so provoking to be left, i and to have sympathized with Luther, in the
striped India scarf was wound around one, base and top of the cascades, vanishing and j Again, he sought to renew their friendliness, but commencement of his career; but he never ar-
BY MARY CARROLL.
(Continued from No. 22.)
In an evil moment we went down the Biddle
Stairs, thinking we were going to the (’five of the
Winds. We saw the clouds and mists and fogs
of powdery spray through the crevices and key
hole of the door they keep jealously locked till
the stipulated coin opens it, and hesitated; a
“Tyndall” (thus familiar had he grown by
daily mention of the great) “said the falls were
nothing without going down there,” pointing
“Oh, then we won’t go,” say we.
He walks away, looking back at ns with a cu
rious pity, highly diverting,
While we saunter about the clay steeps im
peded by loose stones, two figures of fun appear,
preceded by a guide. They wear the damp,
baggy, water-proof suits it is customary for sight
seers to the Cave of the Winds to don; their heads
are defended and adorned by yellow bonnets
made on the simplest principles, a piece of cloth
being folded over exactly in the middle and
sewed up one side; their bloom proclaimed them
English, or Canadian English, and a certain de
jected drooping of the bonneted head, with a
gleam of white teeth, showed that they knew
they were ridiculous and felt it. The prosaic
wooden door opened to them; we peered eagerly
through, and they were lost in a world of mist.
We pursue our idle way as far as it is safe,
finding the sun has a power on the sides of the
bank hitherto unfelt, getting quite parched by
the heat, and being twice duped by lucid streams
distilling through reeds inserted in the earth;
eagerly we apply our lips, ready to
For the kind soul of Sybil Gray,”
and mournfully we reject the villainous sulphur !
When, groaning and panting, we have nearly
made the ascent, Aprile suddenly casts herself
down, and declares no earthly power shall move
her until she rests. Exhortation and encour
agement proving vain, Annie and I leave Lionel
still persuading her, and painfully gain the
benches at the top.
“ Do you know why she stayed ?” says Annie.
“She saw those young Englishmen coming
back. I wish Aprile wouldn't do so !”
“Annie,” said I, “when we steadv-goersfound
we would have that skittish little filly in our
team, as well as your wild colt. I knew we would
have to go out of our gait: I told you so !”
Here Lionel joined us. somewhat discomposed
by climbing and failure. He sat him down at
Annie's feet, and applied his intelligent and
varied powers to her entertainment, In the
midst of his discourse three dripping figures
appear. They walk composedly along until
they catch sight of Aprile: the common thought
strikes the two young men to do something to
lessen their absurdity, and with one impulse
they pick off the yellow bonnets and hold them
disgustedly between a disdainful thumb and
The movement is so droll that Aprile's laugh
ter rings forth sweet and clear: we contribute
peals from above, and finally their hearty, rol
licking voices join it. When they disappear in
the dressing-room, she slowly mounts up, hold
ing out an appealing hand to Lionel, who, true
to his gentle instincts, instantly goes to her aid,
but, true to his infatuation, comes back no more.
Of all sweet women, I place Annie first, but
it is exasperating to have a careless hand pluck
away your trophy. She sat alone with a height
ened color for a little while, then she crossed
over to her old friend and took her hand.
“ You will not fail me !” was the language the
An intuition shoots through Aprile’s mind
• that she is appearing very frivolous to our eyes.
She comes and kneels in front of me.
“But which of us looks the hoyden, Cecilia
YYilkes ?” says she disjunctively, spreading out
my skirt and exhibiting a jagged rent which I
have made by stumbling in my toil up those
dreadful stairs. ‘ ‘ Nor is this the worst, my help
less friend ! If you fall itp stairs, it is a sign that
you won’tdje married that year. I shall have my
sheep-dog for six months, sure! I look much
like your protectress than you like mine, j
while a broad blue ribbon formed the band of forming,, paling and brightening, now gem-like s he came fanning to me, and put her arm in
the other. This afforded the ill-conditioned arches, now phantom crescents, against the mine. I shook off the heartless creature as I
1 child much merriment; he sat with laughter white field of foam. The wind is blowing hith- would a burr and then she moved hither and
dancing in his eyes and shining over his cheeks, erward; the verdure fairly glistening with sun- i thither alone like a belated fritillary.
lvis shoulders moving up and down, thinking he lit drops. It is like a veritable fall of rain, but \y e stood at the gate and pressed cordially the
was hiding his amusement by clutching his Aprile cannot stay at a prudent distance; run- hand of him whose courtesy and kindness had
mouth with a small, dingy hand. He was unde- ning heedless and “spelled along the bank, she been such agreeable concomitants of our week.
, ceived when he was led off to bed. . , was soon besprinkled. • We said au revoir as well as good-by, for we _
All the men gathered around Aprile except “Oh, Cilly !” said she with a watery smile, “to hoped to see him in the winter. perpetual warfare~against unscrupulous corrup-
Lionel, who was principled against swelling a think that t'o-morrow we win begin to go back ! "A pleasant journey,” said Aprile, quite glit- ; tions, and was at last charged with heresy by the
triumph, and ranged himself on the side of To what ? To turning our dresses, and making j tering with beauty and coldness, and dropping j Catholic clergy, whom he had offended, and corn-
moderation—that is, mine. our bonnets, and playing—out upon the hypo- adieux like little hail-stones. “ I am afraid you pelled to flee for his life. In vain did he appeal
Novel to our ears was the phraseology of the critical word !—housemaid, and taking the cooks’ won’t sleep well on those horrid cars. Thanks to the emperor for protection; in vain, seek to
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rived at an appreciation of those great spiritual
truths by which the German friar was enabled
to triumph over every persecution.
Everywhere caressed by princes, who were yet
too much engrossed by their own share in the stir
ring events of the times to reward the talents
which had made them his debtors, his life was
a continual struggle with poverty. He waged
plan of spending a week at Niagara “rum,” we
economy ! constitutionally averse to watching one depart-
The light suddenly changed to a mellow gold i i ng . “She is steel to-night,” thought I. “I
| fluttered visibly: we had never known the word that suffused all the visible earth for a little can trust her. I will give that poor boy an op- last, passed away with the sad words upon his
! outside of Old Curiosity Shop and Oliver Twist, while, glorifying even the poor mortals who portunity to expend some of the sentiment he lips, “ All is vanity and vexation of spirit. ”
They went on calmly to express the opinion that stood in it in happy silence; then it faded to a is bubbling over with. I turned to give one re- \ One of his most famous works is entitled,
one day there would give one “ lots of time, clear twilight gray, in which river and woods assuring look. Aprile was extending frigid fin- ; “The Nobility of the Female Sex, and the Supe-
and more would be an “awful bore !” took their old hues, and showed themselves to ge r-tips and executing a bow that would have riority of Woman over Man.” He sets out with
All the evening Lionel talked to me, giving our parting eyes as we knew them. graced a salon. the declaration that the differences between them
much interesting information about the past of We turned the leaf of our romance, and found But Lionel caught both her hands and held them. ; are purely physical, and do not exist in the soul.
Niagara and its perishing tribes; telling me the the next page to be sad, homely prose. A little Then my instincts of sheep-dog revived and As to the soul, man and woman are alike; in every
prophecies concerning its future advance—a del- way on our road we came upon a group. A well- strangled my pity. I waited. It might be nec- thing else, woman is the better part of creation,
ieate task, for Professor Tyndall must needs be in- looking young man of the people lay insensible essary to institute a search for my handkerchief. He first shows her pre-eminence in name. Man
troduced, but his tact made his presence inoffen- on the roadside; the Doctor was fussing around “Why do you treat me like this?” said the was called Adam, which means earth; woman was
sive. He succeeded so well in engaging me and him so absorbed that he did not see us, ordering deep-grieved tones. “But three hours ago you
looking absorbed himself, that I began to think & wagon to be brought to take him home, direct- were so different. I almost believed you cared
that “merit wins the day in the long run ! This ing them to bind his legs together—a singular a little for me.”
gentleman reallv appreciates good sense.” proceeding, it seemed, in view of the motion-
All the while I was aware of an odor of tea-rose, less figure. We glanced at the clean-cut, ashen
a perfume to which Aprile is addicted. I face and hurried by. Except Walter; with child-
thought it was one of the subtleties of associa- 1 hood’s fascination for horrors he lagged, though
It turned out that our guests were musical;
after Aprile had caroled to them, they sang to
her. The one with soft blue eyes and peach-
bloom cheek had an excellent voice, but swelled
so visibly whenever he essayed high notes, I
held by his mother’s restraining hand. When
she released him at a safe distance, as she sup
posed, he rushed back.
“ Mr. Greville,”cried Annie piteously, “ would
you bring me my boy !”
Lionel and Walter were usually good comrades,
A little wind of memory dimpled Aprile’s face
for an instant, then 'left it placid as before. She
said nothing, but struggled a little to release her
hands, in vain.
called Eva, signifying life.
Things were created in the order of their
rank. Woman was the last, the noblest, most per
fect of all creations. Man was made outside the
gates of Paradise—wholly of clay; woman was
made in Paradise itself,—the one Paradisaical
creation, not of gross clay, but of clay that had
What have I done to change you so ?” he already been purified and kindled by the breath
asked. “Why are you so cruel to me at the last of life.
moment? Why, we may never meet again. He then takes anatomical grounds to show that
Death alone is sure in this world !” ' every difference of structure, gives to woman the
“Nothing. I hope we may,” said Aprile oon- 1 advantage due to her superior delicacy. The
fusedly, rather frightened by his solemnity. i noblest part of a human being is the head. The
“Won’t you say something kind at parting?” man's head is liable to baldness—woman’s is
- A OL « X’ .3 V. J TiAwni* o non Kolrl Tlin mon’o fooh ic Affon
feared he would do himself a mischief. The but perceiving he was clothed with authority ^ ^ o ^ o _
other, whose round, red face and triumphing this time, the innocent remained to gloat as long he pursued. She freed her'hand, and* plucked never seen bald. The man’s face is often made
’■ “ ‘ ” " ’ A1 -i-iii*_ii j xi... • - .. .. .. hideous by a most odious beard, and so covered
by sordid hairs, as hardly to be distinguishable
from a wild beast; while the woman’s always
remains pure and fair. Woman predominates
in the gift of speech, the most excellent of the
Again, he comes to scripture, and cites Solo
mon’s text on the surpassing excellencies of a
uiuri, ” hunt luuim, x i il xtvv-'O ‘‘UU uiuui|iuiu^ ’ “ & o lie |lUIMlcll. Ollc II cell II Cl II ct I
eyes made him the impersonation of jollity, as he dared, then skillfully circled around the a sprig from a bush at her side,
sang, in a sepulchral bass, theMreariest ballads, advancing foe, and rushed to his mother. “There’s a rosemary for remembrance,” said
embodying an ardent longing for dissolution. “ I only wanted to see him, mamma !” he ex- she softly.
He wanted to lie in the church-yard “under plained in injured tones, shrinking to her side He caught the elusive hand, rosemary and all,
long green grass;” there was a pathetic stress and glaring at Lionel, who was returning at a and prisoned it with its fellow in both his own.
on long. He was also desirous that his bones more composed pace. He likewise favored us Melancholy cleared from his face like a cloud,
should form the basis of a coral structure “in with the information that the young man was and revealed him joyous and hopeful once more.
ocean’s bed,” the refrain being so deep one could subject to fits, and that when one was upon him, “Pray you, love, remember,” he murmured. _
fancy he was already there. he sometimes ran for miles, falling from sheer I trembled on the threshold. Then there was good woman; and a cabalistic hint is given as to
When they left, we huddled ignobly together exhaustion. • i silence between them. They made a pretty pic- the efficacy of the letter h, which Abram took
at the window to see who owned the hats. The When we reached the red cliffs, Aprile pro- ture of youth and romance. His dark-gray eyes away from the name of his wife Sarah, and put
Watteau shepherd wore the hat with the hiinmel- posed to walk on the apex instead of taking the held a message for her violet ones, which they into his own, after he had been blessed through
route provided for things that do not crawl, read too well, for, meeting his for an instant, her. Benediction has always come by woman,
As they were precipitous and terminated in a they faltered and fell. law by man. We have all sinned in Adam, notin
mere knife-edge, we advised to the contrary. “ Now, will you please let me go ?” said Aprile Eve. The fruit of the tree was forbidden to
“M eren t they ‘nice, ’asthey said ofNiagara?” Had she been a veritable little filly then, she with the irresistible gentleness she could assume man alone, before woman was made; woman
said Aprile gleefully^ “They wished so we , would have showed the whites of her eyes and at will. was created free. She was not blamed, therefore,
blnu ribbon; the other’s countenance beamed un
der his scarf like the harvest-moon beneath a
Lionel, cynically. followed by Lionel, who thought it folly, and did nation. She started at sight of me. her. He chose her, St. Bernard says, because he
“ They are no such thing !” assserts Aprile im- not conceal his thoughts. She is so light and “Why, Cilly,” said she sharply, “what makes saw, with envy, that she was the most perfect of
periously. “The father of one of them is a fearless that she did surprisingly well, and we, you so slow to-night ? Rheumatism?” all God’s creatures. She erred in ignorance,
member of the Canadian Parliament; don’t you on the nearer earth, gazed up wonderingly at “No; it is my contumacious sheep,” I re- because she was deceived; man sinned know-
see how familiar he is with Ottowa? The other the bird-like creature poising and skimming torted, clicking the key decisively in the lock: ingly.*
was educated at Cambridge; he has just come above. “ it is you, miss !” Our Lord humbled himself as a man, but over-
here.” Presently a cry ! She was sliding down the She ran up-stairs before me, tossing her head, came as the descendant of a woman. After his
“Oh, of course !” asserts the skeptic. face of the cliff. Lionel sprang after her and a manifestation of triumph she sometimes allows resurrection, he appeared first to woman. Men
Aprile turns disdainfully away. “Oh, where caught her, but once started, there was no course herself among women. forsook him, woman never. No persecution, her-
my handkerchief?” shaking her dress, but to come down. He broke her fall deftly, When my preparations for bed were made, I esy, or schism in the church ever began with a
and they landed so gently it might have looked went in to give her a lecture. woman. They were men who betrayed, sold,
like sliding for amusement, but for various clay- “Enter the shade of Minerva in a flowered bought, accused, condemned, mocked and cru-
stains about them, and but that Aprile trembled dressing-gown !”says she. “Cilly, I know your cified the Lord. Peter denied him; his disciples
^ and clung to Lionel. The young man seemed in signs. When you come to gossip with me, your all left him, or followed afar off; women were
complacency in her face, “if one of no hurry to release himself—he bent over her strings are flying; when your mission is to re- last at the foot of the cross, first to weep at the
Id have taken it! That handsome one tenderly, and she looked very little and helpless, prove, you are girded like a Benedictine. Well, sepulchre. Even Pilate s wife, who was a hea-
” ’ -- • • Annie regarded them with mournful, sympa- out with it! What have I done?” then, made more effort to save him from death,
thizing eves. It brought back her brief, happy “You have played shuttle-cock with an honest than any man among his followers,
romance," I think. ' heart,” said I. No good man ever had a bad wife (?) Our]
“Where can it be?” feeling in various pockets
“ It was my Paris handkerchief, with the beau
tiful A in marguerites,” looking underthe piano.
“Oh, I wonder,” in a provoked tone, but with a
was rather sentimental. Did I ever ! Well, it’s
gone. I wonder if we’ll ever meet again,” pen-
^ ; > Poor heart! I’ll make it amends. Shall I ons are full of men, and slain men cumber the
_ i softly, keeping the struggling Walter tell it how Miss Bellingham’s friend received earth, everywhere; but women are the patrons of
filmy mouchoir. in leash, who benevolently wished to run and us, Cilly? That will be a sweet morsel !” the liberal arts, of virtue, and beneficence. Me
Lionel, meanwhile, was bending over the sofa “One can easily see how it is going to end,”
with his back to us; he turned now, holding the said she
“There is your handkerchief. Miss Lockhart,” ask if they were hurt. " “No, miss, you shall not!" I say, a sudden find the arts commonly have feminine names;
coldly, ostentatiously replacing the cushion. “ Nonsense !” said I vigorously; “my uncle heat flaring into my face. “That is not your I even the four corners of the earth receive their
“Thanks !” said Aprile, scarlet with indignant put her under my care, and she shall not form affair only.” ! names from women,—the nymphs Asia, Europa
confusion. “Good evening, bowing ceremo- any engagement till I get her back home. Let I pause. She ragards me mischievously. I the daughter of Agenion,_ Libya the daughter of
niously and sweeping away.
Ah ! I understood the tea-rose perfume now !
M hen I went up stairs, Aprile came fuming man’s voice distinctly on the calm evening air. any lengths while you are away from home, but
us walk faster.” cough, pull my cord a little tighter, and say:
“Don't be frightened.” We heard the young “It is all very well not to let matters go to
to my room. “How Lionel Greville does love “It teas something of a descent, b»t we made it there is a certain cordiality only proper. To
! I don’t like him-a bit!” safelv. Little trembler !” fondly. “Ah, if you j treat a gentleman as your equal one moment,
to snub one ! I don’t like him -a bit!” safely.
I uttered a few revealing words that fell on her would only let
ears like balm.
Betimes next morning Aprile was stirring.
Epaphus, who is called also Aphuca.
* One of our female writers (Gail Hamilton, I believe,)
has said that woman was tempted through her love of
knowledge, man through his appetite !
___ and like an object the "next, is* intolerable ! Af- “ It has been thought strange that a dinner to
“Some water, please,” said Aprile' faintly, ; ter your sentimental attitude, too, this afternoon, which a man has not been invited is generally
I raising her head, and looking with big, appealing when he saved you from a dangerous fall ” the one that sits hardest on his stomach.”