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HAPPY,
BY JULIAN GBAT.
We met—a gentle maid and I,
One golden summer, when
A iimple flower told my love,
And told me hers again;
She gave to me a promise true,
And I was happy then.
We met again— the maiden was
My sweet bride, 0 so fair!
The same wee flower w’ore she then
In clusters in her hair;
We laid onr hearts upon one shrine,
And I was happy there.
We went into a changing world,
Care both onr lives beset;
And often o’er some fated joy
The tear our cheeks has wet;
But still her changeless love is mine,
And I am happy yet
And far out in the lessening sky,
I see the faith-light quiver;
And underneath its beckoning ray
Our barque upon the river;
And in the haven read that we
May happy be forever.
UNDER THE LILACS.
By MBS. E. BUBKE COLLINS.
Dorothy West leaned over the garden gate, in
the twilight, softly humming to herself; her
blue eyes anxiously watching the road stretch*
isg out to the distant village.
•Why don’t Tom come ?’ she exclaimed at last,
impatiently. ‘Guess he’s gone a courtin’ an
other gal!’ ‘piped a shrill voice at her elbow.
A grave, quaint, old fashioned face peered into
hers; a queer little old man, of six or there-
abonts, with solemn, owlish eyes, and a tow-
head, surmounted by a brimless straw hat
‘What do you want, Billy ?’
Billy’s face brightened a trifle.
'Want you, sister Dorrie ; want yon to come
with me! ’
‘But, I can’t go child ; I’m busy,—I’m—’
‘Sister Dorrie ; don’t you know it is wicked
to tell wrong stories ? Now, don’t you 'member
the time I stoled the jam, and told you I didn’t;
how'orful mad you was, and how you scolded
me, and ’lowed that liars always went to Sulphur
lake??’
‘Sulphur lake ! ’ echoed Dorrie.
•Yes, you knows ; the lake where its all sul
phur and brimstone, and there aint no heaven,
and little angels, with wings and things ?’
‘Billy! you bad child, you musn't talk in
that way J I’ll have to tell mother!’
‘You do, and you’ll be sorry, that’s all! For
I shan’t tell you what I come to tell you!’
‘I don’t care to hear it.’ Do run away, Billy ;
that’s a good child ! I wan’t to be alone ; be
sides, its getting late, and will soon be your
bed time. Bun in to mother, do !’
Slowly, the little fellow moved away, in re
luctant obedience. Half way up the long walk
that led to the porch of the old farm house he
paused.
‘Jolly ! Women never will take advice! I’ll
run and tell Tom she won’t come. My eyes !
won t there he a row ?’
He trotted off in the direction of the orchard,
some distance from the house. Just at the out
skirts of the orchard, a half dozen huge lilacs
grew, loading the air with sweetness. Here,
on a rustic seat, sat a young man in an attitude
of expectancy—a young man with a noble face,
and grave earnest eyes. He sprang to his feet,
as the child drew near.
•Wouldn't she come !’ he cried in a tone of
disappointment.
‘Says she’s busy,’ answered the little mis
chief-maker, demurely. ‘Wouldn’t budge an
inch—for me.’
Tom Willis sat down and covered his face
with bis hands. Twilight deepened its gray
shadows; the night birds chirped in the lilacs.
‘I wonder if she’s offended because I sent the
request for her to come out here,’ he soliloquis
ed at last. ‘Billy, if I give you a note for your
sister, will you deliver it at once ?’
‘Yes, o’conrse I’ll ’liver it to her—why not ?
He thrust both hands into his pockets jwith a
ludicrous assumption of gravity.
‘I’d go into the house and see her,’ continued
Tom, ‘but I can’t after such a cold message as
that! Perhaps when she hears that I’m going
away, she’ll change her mind.’
He hastily tore a leaf from his note book,
and in the gathering twilight scribbled these
words:
‘Dobbie, deab Dobbie,
Forgive my presumption in asking you to
meet me under the lilacs tonight. But I fan
cied you might come, and listen!—Dorrie it was
io tell you good bye—for I start tomorrow for
Florida. I received the offer late last night and
must go at once. It’s a fine chance, and when
I return, I’ll be able to ask a certain question,
of the sweetest girl I know. If she will give
me one little ray of hope to carry with me—
send a line to the post office tomorrow morning.
I leave at nine o’clock.
Yours forever, Tom’
He folded the hurried scrawl and laid it in
the chubby hand, together with a bright silver
half dollar.
‘For me?’ shrieked Billy, in' delight.
•For you, Billy. I’m going away tomorrow,
don’t forget me when I am gone.’
‘You bet.’
Billy thrust the sote vehemently away down
into his gaping pocket, and the silver followed
in its wake.
•There,’ he ejaculated, with great satisfaction,
'that’s safe. Well, Tommy I’m off—goodbye.’
‘Good bye, Billy. Shall I see yon back to
the house ?’
‘Thank you, Mr. Willis,’ responded the mite,
with dignity, ‘a man can take care of himself.’
He trudged off as he spoke. Tom watched
the childish form until it disappeared among
the trees. Darkness had now fallen over every
thing; the night birds had ceased their chirp
ing; a voice in the distance called anxiously:
•Billy, Billy, where are you, child ?’
It was Dorrie.
•What a fuss, to make about nothin’!’ piped
Billy, suddenly making his appearance on the
wide porch, where the family had assembled, in
search of the little truant. ‘Can’t a feller take
a walk by hisself ’thout all this row ?”
‘Not such a wee man, as you,’ answered his
ikther— a kindly-faced old farmer, as he seized
his young hopeful by the arm, not roughly,
though ; for they were never rough with Billy.
He was such an odd mixture of gravity and
comicality, sense and nonsense, that ho was a
general favorite.
‘I’m out putty late,’ observed Billy, gravely ;
*bnt ’twont happen no more. Sister Dorrie, I
think I’ll go to bed, now.’
Dorrie arose from her low seat, on the porch.
Her faoe was very pale, and there was a drawn
look about her pretty mouth. Tom’s non-ap-
pearance trobled her, and she was taking the
disappointment hard. Billy began to feel a lit
tle nneasy. Child, as he was, he knew that in
withholding Tom’s message, from his sister, he
had not done right. That which he had, at
first, intended as a childish joke, began to as
sume larger proportions. The child was not
had—only wayward, and passionately fond of
I liming, and he resolved to set wrong right.
As soon M Dorrie had accompanied him to
the nnrsery, and prepared to assist him in
the process of disrobing, he put his hand into
his pocket.
' ‘I’ll give her the letter, now—to make up for
my badness,’ he said to himself, ‘but I must
tease her a little, first.’
He thrust his hands into both pockets.
II hat! Nothing there! The letter and his
bright, new silver piece gone.! It did not
seem possible, but diligent Bearch proved that
it was too true. Billy felt ready to cry, but
manfully restrained his emotion.
‘I won’t tell her, to-night,” he said mentally,
‘To-morrow morning I’ll go out early and hunt
the letter up.’
He stifled his impulse to make a clean breast
of the whole matter, and was soon sleeping the
sleep of the just.
About midnight that night somebody rapped
loudly at the door of Dorrie’s room. It aroused
her from a troubled slumber.
‘Who’s there ?’ She said. Her mother’s voice
answered:
‘Get up Dorrie—right off ! Billy’s got the
croup, the worst way. Come down and help
me. Oh ! I don’t know what I shall do.’
Dorrie was out of bed aud had a wrapper on
before the sentence was finished. She hastened
to the nursery. Poor little Billy 1
All night long Dorrie watched over the child ;
all that human power could do, was done.
Ever and anon the sufferer made frantic efforts
to speak. There was evidently something on
his mind. Dorrie’s heart ached at his desperate
attempts to unburden it. ‘Nevermind, darling,'
she said soothingly, stooping over the little
form, ‘tell sister in the morning.’
Bat, alas, when morning came the roguish
eyes were closed ; the little hands were folded
from their play, forevermore ; the restless feet
were still, for all time ; Billy, the household
pet and torment; the youngest of the flock,
was dead!
It was a heavy blow, but that was not the
worst that Dorrie had to bear, for before noon
of that day, she received the news of Tom Wil
lis’ departure for Florida, for an indefinite stay.
It was the last drop in her overflowing cnp.
fit# * * *
Time passed slowly by. The lilacs were in
bloom again ; and Dorrie had never heard a
word from the absent one.
‘Tom Welles got home, last night! ’ said her
father at breakfast, one morning; ‘wonderfully
improved, too. How fond he used to be of
Billy—poor little Billy !’
His voice choked. Dorrie arose from the
table and went out doors—away down to where
the lilacs were filling the air with fragrance.
She sat down on the rustic seat; her head rest
ing on her hands. She had not sat there for
many months.
What was that shining amid the moss and
grass, at her feet ? Mechanically, she stooped,
and found a silver half dollar. Her eyes caught
the gleam of something white, flattering at the
roots of one of the lilacs. She drew it forth ;
torn and wind-tossed, stained and defaced ; the
letter had reached its owner, at last. The silver
pieces and the note had merely passed through
one of the apertures in Billy’s pocket, and
landing on the ground, had remained safely
housed from storm and tempest, amid the twigs
and roots, at the foot of the lilac tree. With a
fast beating heart, Dorrie opened the half
effaced epistle, and slowly read the contents.
Hark! A quick step sounded on the grass
near hear, and a hand put aside the branches of
the lilac.
‘Dorrie! ’
‘Tom !’
‘I ventured to call,’ Tom said; hesitatingly,
though he still held her hand in his, ‘and your
mother said, that—you were out here—some
place.’
She held up this soiled letter
‘What does this mean ?’ said Dorrio.
Tom’s eyes flashed.
‘I found it there,’ continued Dorrie, growing
very pale. ‘There is a great mistake somewhere,
Tom—have—you changed your mind ?’
For answer, he spread his arms, and Dorrie
crept within their shelter. And so, under the
lilacs, they were re-united, never to part again.
AUI1ELIAFSCONQUEST.
BY JO. BEAN.
But at last Aurelian, lifting his eyes from the
burning plain, is refreshed by the sight of wav
ing Palm trees, and lofty turrets and spires,
and his wearied horse like himself,seems nerved
and quickened by the hope of early rest and
shade. The Roman legions fall sternly into
line, and solidly the conquering army follows
its leader, up to the citadel they have thirsted
and striven for so long. The outer wall is reach
ed with no sound save the slight clanking of
armor that galls its wearers, the tramping of
war horses, and the murmurs of the advancing
host. The vast city seems like a city of the
dead; there are no sentinels on the walls, no
loiterers at the gates, no gossipers on the long
£ venues and lofty colonades. The fountains
alone leap with their wonted crystals; and their
laughing sound and the peacock’s scream are a
striking contrast to the muffled silence of the
city. Aurelian knows how long his tried and
valiant hosts have been restrained, and now he
smilingly turns and bids them, go reap the
fruits and flowers they have struggled for so
long, and selecting his chosen guard he advan
ces to the imperial palace. And soon, within
the stillness of the houses where women have
been sad and weeping, mailed forms enter, and
the sons of glory and conquest mingle with the
beautiful daughters of defeat and dismay. And
woman worships power, and many of these
youthful nobility of Home with their martial
forms and handsome faces, now relaxed from
effort and desirous of pleasing, are graciously
received by the daughters of Palmyra, who suf
fering from privation and suspense have long
ed to know the worst; and now the worst is
known they feel relief. And before night, many
voices, accustomed only to command, are hush
ed into soft conciliatory pleadings, lustrous eyes
have dropped their tears on manly breasts,
soft rounded arms have been clasped to forms
whose spirits knew no fear, and passive women
feeling there can be do better and no worse,
give themselves up to the delirious and intoxi
cating passion of the hour.
And Aurelian has reached the royal palace,
wandered through the groves of orange and of
citron, he has ascended the lofty elevation of
massive marble stairs, he has paused by the
cooliug fountain in the vestibnle, and a horri
ble dread that the matchless form of the peer
less queen may be still in death, comes over
him and makes him shudder. He looks round
anxiously, and some one, divining his anguish
points np the winding avenue, and he, exclaim
ing, ‘let no one follow me on pain of death,’
moves away.
His hand, that hand of power and of might,
falters strangely as he taps npon the door which
from the wealth of adornment he knows is the
apartment of majesty. There is no answer, he
expected none ; his warrant is his wish. Power
may appropriate without intruding, while weak
ness is thanklul for the space it oconpies. Au
relian has entered.
The light penetrates the lofty apartment,
blended through fleecy curtains, and falling
softly on all those lesser, subtler charms of a
woman's boudoir. The easy reclining ohairs
and couches, the neglected late, the elegant
robes which suggest the royal wearer, flowers,
soft perfumes and there. Oh wonderful, startling!
lies the Jewel of the casket. Not reclining, but
fallen across the fringed canopy, the majestic
figure lax and languid, with its full round neck
and arms escaped from the Tyrian purple, and
the exquisitely formed anA sandalled foot ex
posed, but all like a marble statue—Diana,
chaste and cold. He approaches her as
heathens draw near to their idols : He
kneels, bends over and gazes on the face.
She is not dead, but in the flushed cheek and
wild expression he reads delirium. She shrinks
from him, startled, bnt in vain; her head sinks
powerlessly, her hand falls passively, her eyes
closed heavily and a vacant smile flits over the
face.
Aurelian draws hack, flings off the heavy
armor, the weighty buckles, flings off Aurelian,
the emperor, and flings down Aurelian, the
man, beside the beautiful, unconscious Zeno-
hia. Gently and tenderly he pushes back the
dark, silken hair, lifts the wearied form upon
his breast, and bringing his face near the pearly
ear, he whispers softly: ‘ I come with tidings of
your destiny.’
At this announcement, the blush springs
back into her cheek, her eyes flash full upon
him, and with the strength of despair, she
springs erect, as she exclaims, ‘Is it so; how
goes my fate and kingdom ?’
‘You are still, fair princess, goddess of the
sun and plain, buff your fate is linked with that
of another, and that otjier stoops now to ask if
he can sooth® your sufferings.’
‘ Fair prince,’ replied Zenobia, 'for heaven
has set its seal of royalty upon you, forgive a
woman’s weakness, for my senses flutter and
reason staggers on her throne. Oh ! I have
spent months of such fearful anguish, hunted
and driven to my covert like a beast of prey,
struggling day by day while hope grew faint
and fainter. 0'n ! those terrible and mighty
Romans, with their invincible Aurelian.’
‘But your majesty,’ responded Aurelian,
‘ those scenes are blotted out. Borne seeks.with
Palmyra to capitulate, and here I bring her
warrants.’
‘And can it he,’ murmured Zenobia, ‘there
still is hope? Methought that joy and hope
were dead forever. I think I do remember
now, it was some awful dream. From hours of
effort and of suffering, seeing my faithfnl war
riors baffled and torn, I hurried here to snatch
a brief repose. But Morpheus mocked me, for
in that sleep I dreamed myself again amidst the
battle, and there while I watched, my legions
struggled all in vain; it seemed to me, the Boman
eagles leaped from their standards into life, and
poised like a black cloud over us, eager to de
scend and devour. And when in terror I
looked down from those vultures to my host,
my warriors seemeji to sink down into pros
trate reptiles and orawl away, and still as the
cloud lowered fiercer and blacker, I seemed
wading up to my knees in one vast sea of blood,
until as I deeper 'sank, up to my waist, my
breast, my neck, I must have waked.’
Aurelian had bowed his head and listened;
each accent of sorrow as she uttered it, seemed
engraved upon his noble brow, and his eye
seemed to reflect the hue which colored her
description. Now, he kissed her hand and
spake: ‘ Ah ! fair princess, you dreamed too
early and too late, for out of that black cloud
there burst a brilliant star, and that meteor was
the harbinger of rescue, who having always
worshipped, comes now to do you homage.
Before this arm of power your enemies wero
driven as chaff before the wind, and now ha^
ing secured you safety, I ask you to crown my
efforts with your senile, not from their merits,
but from my desirp, and so I but linger for
your blessing, an&kthen the intrusive prince,
like the pleiad losfjfcj seen no more below.’
Aurelian paused with that graceful diffidence
which indicates truJgreatnesn; his pause seemed
to await but her san/Hfm to depart, when Zenobia
her eye kindling admiration, her breast
heaving with emotJBu, outstretched her hand to
the noble stranger.
«Nay, do not lenle me, and oh ! great sire,
forgive my want oil faith. But, am I not still
dreaming? Are yoja not some divinity, per
chance some deified ancestor, sent to sustain
me in this blackest roar of night, and willt thou
not suddenly return to those realms of light,
and I once more wander alone through that
dark sea of blood ?’
‘Nay, faithless one,’ he rallied her, ‘I come
not from the mystic land, for spirits are hut
shadows; and see !’ as his strong right arm en
circled her ‘my substance is altogether real.’
‘Ah prince, ‘she answered faintly, ‘it is the
weakness of delirium; the contrast between that
storm of battle and your soft low voice, seems
too unnatural Oh royal sire ! be not offended
nor forsake me, but beyond this silence and
your majestic presence give a weak woman some
other proof.'
Aurelian led the dairk-eyed queen to the win
dow, where over turret and tower, through wav
ing trees, and across the enchanted lake the
full, round moon was beaming. Light, fairy
boats were gliding gmcefully upon the wavelets,
groups of revellers ipere reclining under the
lofty colonnades, or moving in pairs beneath
the palms and cedars, or rocking lightly in the
little skiffs which danced upon the water. The
scene was enchantment, and for a moment, Zen-
oqia gazed upon it proudly with form erect. She
was again queen, and with a majesty to which
was added now reserve, she spake:
‘To what name, sire, shall I bow, as I
acknowledge my deliverer?’
For one moment the great emperor was
troubled—puzzled to make reply, and that
instant the clarion peal of a bugle which sound
ed on the air and was echoed far away, cansed
the startled queen to lay her hand on Aurelian’s
shoulder, while he with an assuring smile ex
claimed:
‘Can you fear aught when I am by ?’
‘Forbearance, sire,’ she pleaded, ‘it is your
strength which makes my weakness, bnt must
my admiration burst in ignorance? Who is
this great and unknown I ?’
At this moment the’"measured tread of squad
rons was heard, and Zenobia, gazing that way,
sank like a frightened ohildjnto the arms which
encircled her, and, as if to shut out all sight,
her head was buried in his breast, for then, as
their standard bearers brought them into sight,
the Boman eagles flashed in the moonlight.
Then the large, dreamy eyes were raised to his
in a fixed and searching glance, and falling back
she exclaimed:
‘You are, ye gods ! there can he but the one
on earth, you are Aurelian !’
‘Yes, goddess of the snn and plain, I am the
conquered conqueror; but look up, queen of
my fate, for before one hair of your head is
harmed, Aurelian must perish, and as twin suf
ferers, let us comfort each other, for pomp and
power are but lying titles for sorrow and dis
may, and the present being all we can call our
own. in it let us live for each other’s love and
pleasure.’
‘Aurelian,’ she murmured, ‘I had heard of thee
as one who never smiled, as one who only
frowned, and in whose frown there was a blast
ing magic and destructive power. And can it
be—these beautiful, sad eyes that gaze so fond
ly into miDe, these gentle arms so tenderly en
circling me, the great, noble heart into whose
sympathy I pour my sorrows—can these be the
habiliments of Aurelian, the bloody scourge of
‘No, vision of light and beauty; sinoe Aure
lian has grown to signify terror, call me by that
name no more, for glory and power sink worth
lessly before your magic oharms, and lam weary
and sick of war. For one night let all anxiety
and care be forgotten in your caresses. But
hark! the summons to duty fanes.. and come,
for one immortal night we shall reign togeth
er; so let us briefly despatch these interruptions
and then, Aphrodite, grant ns soft vigils.’
And listing bis voice and leaning on his arm,
the royal couple left the apartments, passed
through the deserted interior 01 the palace and
down the colonade, until in a lofty recess of the
vestibule he lingered with the qneen, while his
faithful soldiers who had learned their empe
rors retreat, assembled to do him reverence, and
a full burst of martial music drew ev*>r near
and nearer. The monarch’s chosen gnard form
ed around him, while ladies of the royal house
hold, assembling around the queen, gave to the
situation the pomp and splendor of a throne.
Aurelian gazed on Zenobia as though he would
read her wish, and the qneen who was now
merged in the excitement of the hoar, reclined
on his arm as she advanced to the parapet and
spake:
‘Victors of a hundred fields: such greeting as
Palmyra can command, she extends you. The
banquet hall awaits your presenoe, and to your
merriment we mnst trust to dispel the silence
and solemnity of the scene;’ then added to her
page, ‘in the pavilion adjoining the royal apart
ments, let our private collation be served;’ and
to Aurelian, ‘my lord, frail humanity again over
taxes me and bids me seek repose.’
Aurelian changed his smile of admiration on
the surrounding splendor to a smile of love for
the qneen, but ere he signaled his followers
away, he spake:
‘Brave heroes, throw aside the sword, give up
yourselves to pleasure. We may again go forth
to be slaves of ambition and of effort; to-night,
slaughter and carnage are banished from onr
sight: so within loop up the curtains and shnt
out all but the glorious present and ourselves.
Hush the screaming trump and clashing
cymbals, and let soft strains from harp and dul
cimer attend this evening’s revels. Bising
moons or setting suns shall not break our
elysium. Fill up your cups, my friends, and
drink oblivion to woe, for joy shall have one
night's fruition; and so good-night, with no to
morrow. Lead on, Endymion,' he added to
the page, ‘conduct us to the nuptial couch of
beauty and of power.’
Wliat is Marriage ?
BY NELLIE CAFFBEY.
“ In the present status of society it is the cul
minating point in every woman’s existence.
From her babyhood she is taught that it is the
road to aggrandizment, the means of procur
ing a settlement for life, and natural and adven
titious charms are united to secure the desired
object. Deluded into the belief that physical
attractions are the most potent and enduring,
girls neglect the cultivation of mind and heart,
and, often only attract those whose education
and excellence are commensurate with their
own.
The husband is a neccessary portion of the
marriage estate, without which, there can be no
change of Dame, no wedding outfit etc., but in
himself he is generally a nobody, a nonentity
in society, and his vows at the altar to love and
protect, simply mean, in the bride's calendar,
to provide ample funds to disburse for neces
sary or luxurious household expenditures. If
his estate does not afford an ample revenue,
the wife cares not how onerous the vocations
of the day, Dor how sleepless the nights, so
her demands are answered. She wishes to
preserve his health, as he is the medium through
which her prosperity comes, but his society is
far less desirable than that of the many ‘dear
friends’ who, like the vampire suck the hearts
blood, then with remorseless conscience leaves
its victim. Poor mar ! When weary or sick he I
is not offered the easy chair, no soft slippers |
provided for his tired feet when at the close of
a days unrest he walks slowly to the family ,
hearth. No loving arms shelter the aching j
head, no rapturous kisses are pressed upon the
fevered lips, but in silence he takes a corner-
seat, and in the fumes of his tried meerschaum
finds his only solace, while opposite to him, per
chance, his wife sits, busily engaged upon some
garment the sweat of his brow has purchased.
What are affection and ardent love to her?
The idea of loving that great man half so well
as the darling cherub, whose crowing is her
sweetest music ! Preposterous ! There would
not be such love given to one of the “lords of
creation,” and no Benedict should expect it.
To preserve that baby from pain, she’d willingly
give up the father. Give him up ! Yes, indeed.
Does she concern herself where he goes ? Money
was the incentive to marriage, and if it is at her
disposal, she is satisfied. There are no domes
tic bickerings, but there are no connubial en
dearments. Their marriage was not the unit
ing of
“Two souls with but a single thought,
Two lieatts that beat as one.’’
After a brief courtship they were made man and
wife after the civic laws, and if his household is
peaceable, he should not complain.
But does God bless such an union ? The Bible
says, “Better is a dry morsel where love is than
a stalled ox and hatred therewith, proving con
clusively, that love must be the substratum of
marriage, for riches can take to themselves
wings.
She who takes upon herself the marriage
vows, and does not feel an unselfish love for
her husband, cannot discharge with fidelity the
duties imposed npon her, and she merits the
severest maledictions of heaven.
God has not given all the same powers of de
votion, but much of the callousness that blasts
all that comes within its wake, is attributable
to a want of mental culture, and the engrossing
desire to make a momentary display.
A new Jewish monthly, published at Corfu,
Greece, in the Italian language, has just made
its appearance. It is entitled “Moses,” an Is-
raelitish Anthology, and is devoted to literary
subjects, with some items of Jewish news.
Baron Cohen, of Dessau, by [appointment
banker to the German Emperor, enjoys the full
confidence of that monarch. The Emperor a
short time ago remarked that he was stricken in
years, and he felt, therefore, that he ought to
settle his affairs. “There is at least eighteen
years time yet, your majesty, to do that,” re
plied the financier. “Germans won’t part with
their Emperor below par.”
Mbs. A. T. Stewabt, it is said, is abont to
marry the clergyman of the superb cathedral
which Mr. Stuart’s will had directed to be bnilt,
ten miles from Brooklyn. Mrs. Stnart is over
seventy, the prospective bridegroom about
forty-five.
The first ship load of colored people have tak
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ATTOKNEY AND COUNSELLOR AT LAW,
Offices : 5 and 6 Centennial Building, No. 1
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This old and popular institution is still doing noble
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Academic Department 45 00
Collegiate Department 60 00
For extra course, as music, vocal and instrumental,
modern languages, painting, ornamental work, the price
has been put down as low as possible.
Boarding Department.—Room handsomely furnished,
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the scholastic year.
Payments—quarterly in advance, unless by special
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is unsurpassed in the United States.
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