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[For The Sunny South.] THE SOI'THROW OF 1*60. BY CATHARINE A. WARFIELD. I'pon his saddle as quick as a flash. On through the greensward with gallop and dash— One hand lightly wreathed in the reins of his steed, The other lelt free for his pleasure or need: To grasp the rich blossoms that droop from the bough; To put back the dark hair that cumbers his brow; To pluck from his holster the weapons of strife, Or to draw from his bosom the gleaming knife That his baud knows to wield should the panther or bear, Aroused by his horse-hoofs, spring fierce from his lair, Or the foe t-. his house mutter, “Life for a life!” Such dangers attend him through all his career. They quicken hie iustiuct. yet deaden his fear; They lend to his beariug a careless disdain, Yet keep his quick impulses under the rein; They fit him to till his strange, intricate sphere. His home is a proud one; his beard groans with plate, Crown'd with fruits, viands, flowers, fit for kingly estate. A hundred dark servitors swarm at his call; The wayfarers welcomed repose in his hall; lu his stables are steeds, stalled for kinsman or guest; On bis beds might the sybarite peacefully rest; Yet should night close around him in forest or swamp, No gipsy who passes his life on the tramp, More coolly strikes fire and prepares to encamp ’Neath the live-oak or cypress—his bed on the ground, His supper a crust, but his slumber profound, Regardless of solitude, danger or damp. Would you see him ? A figure lithe, vigorous, bold; In his boots are his pantaloons carelessly rolled; Straight of limb you behold him and swathed to the knee; His seat in the saddle is fearless and free; llis tread is of those who are born to control; Water wets not his feet, yet flows under the sole; His dark eye is slumb’rous, yet ready to catch Its bla/.e in a moment as quick as the match That lights the cigar that beneath his moustache (ileams out like a fire-fly with glimmer and flash. When he frowns,a dark thunder-cloud lowers on his brow; When he smiles, all his features are lit with a glow; His laugh has a freshness that thrills one right through; His speech a warm eloquence, careless yet true; In his beariug you trace the rich blood in his veins That flowed from good knights of the olden domains, And brooks not the presence of tyrants and chains. THE SOI THROS OF 1805. Again on bis wide ancestral lands, Ruined and lonely and grim he stands, Gazing afar on each fenceless field. With its mullein and wild datura yield. Where once the staple that brought him gold Its snowy flag to the sunlight rolled. That blackened pile proclaims full well How his stately and pillared mansion fell; And the tall stone chimneys like sentries keep Their watch o’er the moldering and ruined heap, Holding sad vigil above the hearth That his ilear ones circled in Christmas mirth. In his weed-grown garden a straggling rose Its arms to the heavens as for mercy throws; Or a myrtle struggles t it put away The briar and the thoru that obscure the day; Or a pure white lily, a shaft of light, Springs from the grasp of the parasite. Sad records these that alone are left Of a darkened life and a home bereft; Of a time that had better be forgot, When peace and plenty made fair his lot— Ere the Northern host, with its deadly tramp, Had summoned the Southron to horse and camp. Defeat and Ruin.'—a fearful twain Receive him back to his old domain, Whence every vestige of care and toil Has been effaced from the savage soil; The very home of the careless slave Is a mound of ashes-a general gra - e. * The boy gave a shriek of pain, and the police man, growling out an imprecation, ordered him to -‘shut up," with liis stick uplifted as if for a second blow. But Harvey, who had come up to him, dashed the club aside, exclaiming: •• Strike that child again, if you dare ! Yon are going beyond your authority, and you know it! ” The policeman picked up bis stick, muttering curses and threats, to which Harvey paid no at tention. He tossed the blubbering boy a silver half dollar, saying: ••There, youngster; take that and buy you some supper. It's the last cent I have in the j world; let it go and do good to somebody.” “I thought the persuasive arts of woman were rights ” rendered it possible to get her services . audacious assertion ourselves, and are disposed at the bottom of your lukewarmness, though I own I suspected them to be a lady-love’s. I am quite cheaply. He asked for no references or credentials: he was from the country, and not Two men were witnesses of this little scene. ; sion for music. And you say she is a fine mu- They had paused, attracted by the voices, as sician?” they were in the act of walking away from the ’ “An inspired one, I often think,” Harvey an- pier, where they had been watching the landing swered, with enthusiasm. Then he gave a of passengers from the boats. One of these was thought to the thin-toned, cheap piano at mad to tilt a lance in favor of the slandered taste of - . °ur masculine friends.) This excuse before yet more interested on finding that it is a sister , suspicions or worldly-wise, and he took it for matrimony; afterward, the fair qnibblers argue that they must continue to deck themselves in gorgeous array, or “their "husbands will think they no longer care to win their admiration !” Of this latter plea, we will only say, en passant, that perhaps not one woman in twenty gets up an elaborate toilette tor the eye of her husband, or indeed that of any other man. no matter what his attractions or position. It is for ea,-h other that truly fashionable women dress. The mul titudinous items—the thousand trifling but in dispensable adjuncts that make up the crowning glory of the perfect toilette -all these would be “It removes one great source of uneasiness for lost, absolutely thrown away, upon the nnap- whose influence seeks to hold von back from the career I offer you. The love of a sister for a brother seems to me one of the sweetest and ten- derest of feelings. And this sister of yours — lovely, gifted and unprotected as you have de scribed her —I don’t wonder that you dislike to leave her, and that she is unwilling to have yon go. But if I could see her, I would convince her that it is your best course—that it will give you fresh springs of hope and energy. Truly, I granted that a person whom the rich music dealer commended must be respectable as well as proficient. He was anxious in his own phrase to “close the bargain ” at once, but Esther, looking at her brother, requested time to thifik over the offer, and writing her address on a card, gave it to him and asked him to call the next evening. As she and Harvey walked home in the mellow, autumn twilight, lie expressed his gratification should like to go to hear her play; I have a pas- at tlie offer she had received. “ I call it a piece of truly good luck,” he said. a slight, grave-looking man, with a pale, clr-ar- cut face, and a melancholy, mobile mouth, shaded by a firm mustache. The other was heavy built and grosser, but sbrewd and intel lectual looking. “ Do you know that fellow?’ asked the slender man, looking after Harvey, who had walked away and was standing at the edge of the wharf. “He looks to be at odds with fortune. He stares down into the water as if he had a mind to jump into it.” “Not much loss if he did,” returned his com panion. •■ He’s a wild, drinking fellow—a kind of a hanger-on of the press.” “There is manhood in him for all that may be just the man for our purpose. I ll speak ame’s, and continued: “I will tell you, my Gen eral. If you will take the trouble to drop in at Zerlein’s music store this afternoon, you shall hear her play, and can, if you please, try to re concile her to my going away.” “At five, then, this afternoon, I will be there,” said the General, who had taken a keen interest in his young follower. me. I dreaded leaving you here in the city preciative eye of a man; only a woman can do among strangers and unprotected; but in the justice to the cause and the effect; and princi- country—inside the walls of a nice, respectable pally to extort the admiration of each other do female school—you will be quite safe and happy; the queens of society struggle through the weari- won’t you, my poor, wounded, storm-tossed dove?” Esther only pressed his hand in answer; some details of “full dress.’ We aver that of all servitudes, the misguided votaries of fashion endure the most galling and sudden foreboding came over her. Would she harassing. It is a common observation amonc CHAPTER XIII. Several times had Esther, accompanied by her brother, called into Zerlein's Emporium of ; Music, and yielding to Harvey’s wish and her He own inclination, plaV^-Aipon some one of the -•ak elegant pianos that stood at the lower end of the to him and ask him to come to our meeting to- i long and lofty room which opened upon the night.” He went up to Harvey and put his hand on his shoulder. “My friend,” he said, “ I should like to know what you are musing about so intently. street. Zerlein was as courteous to the un known girl in her plain dress as he would have been to the wealthiest of his, patrons. He knew nothing of her beyond this, that she understood and appreciated music—that was a sufficient Harvey turned quickly and looked at the 1 passport to his respect. This afternoon, he put speaker with a half-startled, half-savage glance. “ What do you mean, sir ? ' he asked haughtily. “I mean no offense. I would like to know what plans for the future you are contemplating as you gaze in the water. Believe me, curiosity is not my motive.” ' “Plans for the future!”repeated Harvey, with a short, hitter laugh. “There's but one plan J for the future that seems best just now, and that is to throw away the remnant of a worthless life down ttiere,” pointing to the black river below. “You can lio something better witli your life, if you will. Listen to me. You are the man I want. Come with me. I will show you how ' you may throw away your life, to some purpose, i if you are tired of it, or ^as is better) how you may fiil it with honor and wealth and fame — i with stirring incident and manly effort." i “Wliu are you?” demanded Harvey, looking ! in amazement at the high-bred face, deep ey es and firm, sweet mouth of his inti rlooutor. The stranger bent close and whispered a name in Harvey s ear. A flash of enthusiasm lit up : the young man’s face. ! “General, is it possible?” he said, grasping • the extended hand. “ I recognize you now. i ! have seen you before, and I knew you were in ; the city, hut my mind is so disturbed, so drowned : in a sea of trouble ” “ That overflows us all at times," replied the j General, with hissmileof melancholy sweetness. | “But we must struggle out of it hunt some j other, higher foothold, a clearerutoi s, lu re, new i scenes, new acquaintances, new purposes. These I I am about to offer you. But here is not the j time or place to explain. Come witn me; let me i present you to my right bower, Colonel — He drew Harv’ey’s arm within his own, and they joined tiio heavy-set, hands me man, who had waited a few paces off. Half an hour later, Harvey sat with his new friends in the room of a large oi l warehouse, whose dark, cob-webh-il interioi\._iiiix< dimly lighted by a candle placed upon a long goods before her a difficult German composition, and stood by her side, turning the leaves and watch ing with admiration the ease with which she read the intricate passages. She was dressed neatly in black, with a bud of the white cape jessamine in her dark hair: and Harvey was proud of her as he looked at her, absorbed in her music, pure and sweet in her noble simplic ity. Two men entered while she played, and stood looking on and listening. One was the little near-sighted foreigner with the huge nose, whose music bad so delighted Esther the first time she passed Zerlein's; the other was a stolid stuffy personage, with a hint of the country in : his deliberate ways as well as in the fit of bis clothes. As Esther finished playing, the little foreigner i broke into a jabber of encomiums, to which Zer lein. who joined them, added his praises. “ She has the quick eye and the true touch,” he said. “She feels as the masters wrote.” “I should like her to try the piano I selected this morning, if she understands music so well,” I said the country gentleman. “Would you mind asking her?" • “Surely not; though I thought you were sat- ; isfieil with the tone of the piano,” returned the music dealer;” and going up to Esther, he pre- ; ferred his customer’s request, i •• What shall I play ?” she asked of him, as she sat down before the piano he had thrown open, j “Anything yon like-one of your favorites,” | he answered. ; “ One of mine, if you please,” interposed Har- : vey. “Play The Wanderer, Esther. It is apro- i pos.” She looked up at him with eyes that filled with ' sudden tears, and waited a moment with her hands upon the keys before she could play the tender, wild, beautiful Italian symphony she | had learned from her mother. At its close, a voice behind her murmured “ /?> ‘ •: hunch oL^iolet*..dropped _ _ | upon the keys. As she turned around, she met ! box sec on end. Grouped about on boxes and i the gaze of a pair of deep-set gray eyes, with not be better here? Was not the city’s wilder ness of souls the best hiding-place for slander- wounded doves ? The careless eyes of these streetsfnl of city people did not wound her. They were indiffer ent, incurious. They were too full of thought, and work, and changing scenes and topics, to care for her or her history. But in the country, in those terrible, little inland towns, with their dullness and stagnation, only broken by the rip ples of gossip, how would it be? Nevertheless, she intended to accept the place ottered her, be cause it furnished a means of support. The money she had obtained for her serial story was more than half gone, having been devoted to paying board and buying a few articles of cloth ing for Harvey and herself. Then Harvey would need money, now that he was going away. As the thought came into her mind, he said: “Yes, it lifts a burden off my mind to know that I shall leave you comfortably situated. Y'ou mast not go away, though, until we sail—that will be in three days; and 1 have no outfit yet, and no money to buy one. The General liber ally offered to give me everything necessary, but he needs' all the money he can get to buy arms, ammunition and provisions. All the men are 1 going to provide their own equipment, except a few poor devils such as I am. It’s too bad. by j Jove ! Say, my dear little treasurer, haven't you some money you can spare me ?” “ I have no money but what I will, absolutely need to settle our bills and to pay my passage to Mansfield, if I really am going—unless " “ Unless what, Esther?” “ Yesterday, I came across a fifty dollar Aote, where it was put for me to find between the pages of a little Bilile that was given me by Miss Grant, my governess at Haywood. I know that she meant for me to keep it, because she offered it to me, and I refused to take her small savings, laid aside by the dear, little, careful soul for a dark day of sickness or want. I was going to send it back to her. but ” “Send it back to her, of course, my sister, but not just now. Lend it to me. It will help to forward our glorious enterprise, and when that has enriched us, as it will do, I will return women, that to keep up with the styles—not lag a foot behind—requires one's whole time and attention. What is to-day the “agony,” the 1 sought-after and admired of all. the grand cli macteric of the season, is to-morrow cast aside, to be superseded by something which the ca price of the age declares even more faultless and bewitching. Children of wealth carelessly toss by the most costly garment to adopt another which the latest utterance of the Parisian oracle pronounces, the very perfection of style — the only fitting garment in which beauty should array itself. But what of others less favored in this world's goods ? At infinite pain and toil, after laborious saving and scraping together, some girl of limited means has just succeeded, perhaps, in the pur chase of the long-coveted garment, when presto ! it is condemned as not at all “the thing”— quite antiquated, in fact—altogether thrown in the shade by a novelty that is really setting the world mad — the most captivating thing for years. How many a simple and homely joy is sacri ficed to this debased and debasing ambition ! How many a harassed father racks his tired brain and turns on a sleepless pillow in hopeless en deavors to fall on some plan by which to gratify the desire of his dissatisfied daughters—to pur chase the new dress or bonnet without which their actions declare life is a burden too grievous to be borne ! How many a pale, hard-worked shop-girl toils through the long, laborious days, wasting her health and strength for a miserable pittance that she straightway expends in cheap, showy finery, that may perhaps win for her the passing admiration of men whose badlv-uttered compliments should revolt any woman of pure taste, while those whose respect is worth prizing, pity the folly of thus throwing away on the fash ion of an hour the hardlv-won earnings of a week. And so the tide sweeps on. Fashion reigns supreme, and none so bold as to utterly run coun ter to its dictates. Let any one, man or woman, have courage to assert his or her right to dress and live as their own good taste and judgment direct, and immediately such a hue and cry would be raised against him—such a volley of diatribes against liis peculiarities, his eccentric- your friend's money trebled.” And so Miss Grant’s "savings" were sucked ities, his defiance of appearances, his old-fogyish into the whirlpool of the “glorious enterprise.” and obsolete notions, etc., that the luckless of- He has no dwelling, no country now, And the mark of the pariah is on his brow; He claims no part of a freemau's State,— In his face has been closed the Nation's gate; Outwitted in counsel, outnumbered in fight. He proves the stern maxim, that might is still right. The chances of war are for man to bear, And feeble the soul that courts despair: The hopeful heart and the willing hand May rebuild the house and re-till the laud; Rut the disenfranchised!—a people’s ivail Swells that dire word to a tragic tale! i cotton bales sat a number of men. most of I i young and well-dressed, who had dropped a shade of melancholy and mystery in their lepths. Harvey uttered the name of his new- twos and threes in a quiet way, and now sat found friend, and Esther, who was prepared to greet him coldly, found herself giving him her hand, and yielding .to the magnetism of his manner. As the two stood a little apart from the others, behind a grand, gilded harp, on which the General leant his arm, a conversation took place, of which Harvey was the subject; and Es ther soon felt her objections to his joining the filibustering expedition melting away beneath the persuasive powers of this wonderful man, “It is a lucky god-send,” Harvey said, as he tucked the bill into his vest-pocket. “If it had not turned up, I should have been obliged to fall back on Cop, and set him to hunting up funds for me, somehow.” “Poor Copley ! Will I find another friend so true and devoted where I am going?” Esther thought. Ee had -been nearly heart-broken when he found that he was about to be relieved of his charge. “Why, Copley, old fellow,” Harvey said, “we have only been a trouble and an expense to you— nothing more. Y'ou can lay up money now and [Written for The Suiniv South.] FIGHTING AGAINST FATE; OR, Alone in the World. i talking in low tones, hut with repressed c-xcite- ; incut betrayed in their eyes and movements. ! They were instantly hushed into profound at tention when the slight, pale man w ho lnul whis- j pereil his uauie to Harvey arose and began to j address them. What did lie speak ol? 1’n what deeds of daring did he persuade Lm-e ardent ! young spirits to make their eyes kimiie and their , hearts thrill with an almost fanatical enthusi- ^ asm fnv fVh tl i eU,e ,f ftS a b C T< lr ’ V ; l ‘" lVi ° n l ' y, tr,0t I the * ecret of wL ° se el0< l nence was his eurnest - : thrumming the"air on Esther’s ^uitar. r from these gait-washed Southern shores—a ! ness. ° j 3 , “It will bring out all the latent manhood there is in him,” he urged, “and there is much, as you know. It will be his best opportunity to break the chains of bad habits that are riveted by circumstances and surroundings. It will open for him a career such as his active energies crave—it will furnish him with new springs of hope, with a grand goal to look forward to, with opportunities to redeem any mistake of the fender is eventually driven back into the orderly, properlv-reinformed ranks. The evils that fol low in the train of fashion are many and varied, but we allude particularly to the rage for dress I because we think that a plague-spot so appalling in magnitude and consequences that its impor tance cannot be over-estimated, or its disastrous effects too loudly deplored. It is, we verily be lieve, the curse that may fitly rank with that of intemperance. Many a lost, abandoned woman to-day dates the first step in her downfall to the longing for finery which her means were quite inadequate to gratify. The glitter of gems—- the flashing rays of diamonds and of rubies— BY MARY' E. BRY AN. ! far : tropical land, rich in fruits, in gold, in fertile ! soil and luxuriant beauty a land that was rep- ; resented as chafing under a foreign yoke, and : burning to fling it off and give itself to the more congenial rule of the American flag perhaps. ! And yi t, as tlie speaker kindled with hi - theme, I and liis eye, glancing around, caught tlie rapt | k oks of liis listeners, he more than intimated | i hat the government which should be established j on that tair land, when it was wrenched free of : past.” CHAPTER XII. •Starting from his fitful sleep, Harvey tossed himself from the bed, and strode down-stairs and out into the street. His brain still fevered with liquor as well as with passion, liis mind torn by remorse and self-disgust, lie walked aimlessly on, with the fine rain drizzing in his face. Of late, he had been wont to sit at I ds hour, ball stifled, inside the circus-tent, watching Zoe’s daring flights on the trapeze, over the heads of the gazing crowd, or her pose on the back of Desert Wind, which was always worth looking at for its saucy grace, though she was by no means a skilled equestrienne. Was she per forming there to-night, with the black bruises that uis lash had left on her polished neck and bosom covered by tulle and tinsel? He felt sure that both she and her admirer would, through shame and fear of ridicule, seek to j cover up the affair and to withdraw the atten- ; tion of the police, which they had drawn to it on the fir-.t impulse of rage. foreign chains, should be au independent one given over wholly into the hands that 1 to free the soil. So, he held out among his other inducements the fascinating one of power. To this was added wealth, fame, a wild, free life, thrilling adven tures, warm, bright beauty, whose black ’eyes should swim in tears of gratitude as they hailed the deliverers of their country. He drew this picture with a fervid fascination of voice and manner that thrilled liis hearers. His voice, low and quiet, was made impressive by its depth of fervent earnestness. There was ! that inexplicable influence called magnetism i in liis voice, in his deep-set eye and his few sig- ! mficunt gestures. His audience listened to him He gained his point, so far as influencing Es- 1 helped | ther’s judgment, independent of her feelings, in favor of Harvey’s taking part in the adventur ous scheme. As to the expedition itself, he succeeded in painting it to Esther’s imagination as a glorious crusade, full of philanthropy as well as of profit. And all this was effected by a mon ologue of thirty minutes, aided by that intense, earnest look that seemed to lean upon you in confidence of your belief and sympathy. Harvey, seated at the piano, deadened the sound of the conversation by the sonorous notes of “Watch on the Rhine.” As the General bowed low over Esther’s hand and was turning ! away, Zerlein came up and presented his coun get rich, you little saving field-mouse. Now have lighted many a soul down the steeps of perdition: and we believe that many a home has had its happiness wrecked and its husband and father driven to intemperance or suicide because of the fretful repinings of those dearest to him— the loudly-expressed dissatisfaction with their ■ surroundings, and longings for the elegancies of the rich, which have maddened the true and devoted heart that could not—let it do its very best—meet the constant and never-ending de mand. The picture, we sadly believe, is not too darkly painted. We are far from advocating inattention to dress. We would not be understood as under valuing the real importance of neatness and be- eomiugness in attire. We abominate slovenliness. We have no words to express our contempt for 1 what is forcibly termed a “ dowdy.” Every woman owes it to herself to dress at all times in well-made and pleasing garments. No matter how simple t^ie style, and how inexpen- ! sive the material, deft fingers can fashion the garb into something graceful and becoming that I venture the assertion that three-fourths of < will stamp the woman, in the eyes of the most there’ll be nobody to borrow from you and to eat up your store of provisions. Don't cry, Cop ley; you’ll set me to snifiling, and you'll make Esther sob herself so hoarse she can't sing ' By ron’s Adieu ’ for us. We’ll all meet again under brighter auspices—in marble halls, perhaps;” and he hummed: I dreamt I dwelt in marble halls (TO BE CONTINTED.) [For The Sunny South.] THE TYRANNY OF FASHION. The Passion for Dress one of tlie (treat Sins of the Day — Ranking next to Intemper ance—The Rich ami Poor Devotee at the Shrine —I'lihnppy Homes — Ruined For tunes—Wrecked Lives the Consequence. BY FLORENCE HAETLAND. the women of the civilized world devote more time and thought and energy to the one subject of dress than to any two alien topics that can be suggested. With thousands of them, it is the one idea. To the style and trimming of a new bonnet, they will give more serious and anxious reflection—more real, earnest thought—than they would expend on the solution of a problem in volving the greatest issues of human destiny. The rage for fine clothes has invaded all classes. The daughters of the humblest farmer patny ana appr< When there was quiet again tlie meeting proceeded; a few me uiitted, contributions of money and the Colonel, who had be* Harvey as tlie General’s right bower, drew out careless observer, as a lady of taste and refine ment. What we condemn and lament so deeply is the abuse of fashion—the sinful extreme to which it is carried. Take away the superfluities of dress—the countless costly trifles that go to ward the making up of what is falsely termed a faultless toilette, and devote the sum they would demand to the adornment of home; or, if that be already sufficiently beautiful which is seldom the case — expend it in books that would not only grace the too-often empty.shelves, but lend ten-fold grace and attractiveness to their studions possessors; or, in the case of the rich, granting that there is nothing lacking the town of Mansfield, and also one of the “trus- curse of the poor man that those he loves best fects and results ? upon it maddened him, to look forwaid was de spair. When the meeting broke pledged himself to tlie fortunes of the fillibuster Finding a relief in motion, he walked on, he ; ciiiet, and was ready, like the rest of liis adher- j ther, and hearing her playing commended by hardly knew in what direction, until he found j blits, to follow him to the death. He broke the , able judges, he determined to speak to her and himself upon the levee where two steam boat.-. , intelligence to Esther that same night, when, make her “a proposition.” It would take a of bells and puff- upon going to bis lodgings an Lour later, she j weight from his mind if “things should suit,” t l; .1 1 . ....I.,., ! I'MIIID I • lu !■< Illlll Itllltilll I’ll Yflti. I ..*> 1 ‘ A* 1 . 1 . Y * L _ 1 11. I.. J In knowledge, more than in any other posses sion, we delight because of its excellence for excellent we deem it, though we draw it from a stream. The stream suggests a fountain; fount- . , ain suggests the highest degree of excellence. Harvey had and had intended to advertise for the teacher in craving for such things, which leads to the un- We flight- in the stream; we would worship the the to-morrow morning’s paper; but seeing Es- i doing of many a misguided girl, who might fountain if we could find it. I think we should upon were coining in with ringin otherwise have been the light nnd happiness— j worsb j p j t tor j ts excellence, rather than because the sweet household divinity—of some humble we should be permitted to. drink our till of its of t ugines, and red signal lights aglow through the mist. On the wharf, figures were musing about, looking like shadows in the ghoul, and flaring torches were throwing tli-ir glare on the black river, aiding the feeble illu mination of the clouded moon. Racks of cotton baits and sugar casks, guarded bv watchmen, lay upon the landing. Among these crept a misera ble, starved-looking boy, picking up bits of cot- j She could not reconcile herselt to the thought, ton from the ground and putting tln-m in an old j she entreated him to recall his promise; to re- carnc into ms room, haggard witn watching, and forced her usual lul greeting. The news she now him seemed to be almost as gloomy as what she Lad been 1 curing and trembling o-.li for the last two hours, lie had joined a hand of adventu rers he was going to leave her, to leave the country, on a wild and dangerous expedition. bat honest man's dwelling. ‘ As well be out of the world as out of the sparkling waters. So great will be our gladness, so grateful our affection, that we would gladly vim anxiety and ’ for he had finished laying in his stock of goods, i fashion," flippantly avows some giddy “girl of cast & bac j- j nto tbe fountain what store we have siml. and cheer- and was anxions to return. Esther presently j the period,” whose highest conceivable ambition j of knowledge, and be content to bask in its sheen ard from found out that the things he particularly wished | is gratified when she can saunter down a crowded ; an d exalt its excellence. ~ suit ” were her religious views and her : promenade on a fashionable parade-day, ar- to have terms his the But if we are on the stream, why not find the fountain? The method putting suck that hung from his shoulders. A pompous policeman, stalking about with a cigar in his mouth and his club swinging iu his hand, threw his eye upon the little figure and growled out: “What are you doing here again? I’ll take \ ou up for a vagrant. Y’ou are looking for a ’chance to steal something.” “I ain't,” returned the boy. “I was just picking up waste bits, trying to earn a honest dime. You lemme ’lone.” “ Who are you speaking to, you little scamp?” cried the surly policeman. “Take tLutfor^onr udenee !” and he struck him across the shoul- mciuber Ellen and his child; to think of her own loneliness and anxiety when he hud left her. She painted the dangers of the adventure the probability o. deteat, disgrace and punishment. All tlie while, there was present, unspoken iu her mind, tuo feeling that if he did go away w ith this buna of reckless men, her lust hope of his reforming and becoming steady and settled was o v er. Her entreaties so wrought upon Harvey that when next day he met the General, the young convert seemed to have lost much of his enthu siasm. the keen eye ot the leader soon observed this, and drew from him its cause. He listened to Harvey with attention, and then said: ■* What church do you belong to ?” and seemed ; mount to every other earthly consideration, i from cause fo prior cause, find at each stage the relieved when Esther answered: She must, she maintains, have her accustomed • wa q er g row -i n g purer and our delight increasing, “To none.” ' luxurious outfit every season. .The silks and j until from tlle tbro ne of the Eternal we find the He was afraid he should hear her profess her- j muslins and laces, the plumes and ribbons, j v j r g] n fountain sending forth its stream. Hail, self a member of some denomination other than ■ must be forthcoming, or what would be the use, 1 p Urer SO nrce of our pure earth-enriching, soul- the one to which he and the Mansfield College ; pray, of living at all? . gladdening stream ! I bathe in bliss. I baptize Conceive,” she says, “the utter misery of ! m f, j n ij v j n g waters—in the river of the water of belonged. Such an avowal would make her musical abilities worthless, so far as the college was concerned, that being built on a sectional foundation, and tolerating within its walls no teacher who held to a different profession. An “unbeliever” would be more eligible to a posi tion iu the seminary than the most devout mem ber of a rival church. The question of next importance in Mr. Hntchin’s eye related to terms; and here he was delighted to find that Esther’s inexperience and deficiency in the art of “standing up for her a season without a new suit—a stylish hat, a startling novelty of some description to ‘ take ’ with the beaux and to be the despair of the girls !” These little accessions are indispensable. She declares she must have them in order to secure an advantageous settlement in life. “ Gentle men ^ill not look at a plainly-dressed woman when there is a handsomely-clad one present, no matter how superior in personal attractions the former may be.” (We rather question this life!—Jay. A flea weighs less than a grain of salt, and leaps a yard and a half at a jump, and we are told that “were a man of a hundred and fifty pounds weight possessed of equal agility, he could spring from the dome of the capitol at Washington to China, and go round the world in two jumps.” It is a fortunate thing for the steamship companies that man cannot go round the world in two jumps.