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EDUCATIONAL DEPARTMENT*
Organ of the Georgia Teachers Association-
Organ of the State School Commissioner) G. J, Orr.
B. W. BONNELL, Editor.
THE SCHOOL BOY
We bought him a box for his books and things,
And a cricket bag for his bat;
A nd he looked the brighest and best of kings,
Under his new straw hat.
We handed him into the railway train
With a troop of his young compeers,
And we made as though it were dust and rain
Were Ailing our eyes with tears.
We looked in his innocent face to see
The sign of a sorrowful heart;
But he only shouldered bis hat with glee
And wondered when they would start.
’Twas not that he loved not as heretofore,
For the boy was tender and kind;
But his was a world that was all before,
And ours was a world behind.
’Twas not that his fluttering heart was cold.
For the child was tender and true;
And the parents love the love that is old,
And the children the love that is new.
And we came to know that love is a flower
Which only groweth down;
And we scarcely spoke for the space of an hour
As we drove back through the town.
Educating the Daughters.
An eminent Christian citizen educator o' Vir
ginia (who is engaged in educating young men)
baa recently said: *If I had two children, a son
and a daughter, and could educate but one of
the two, it shonld be the daughter. ’ These are
wise words, however widely they differ from the
prevalent practice.
As things go, it is the son that has all the
chances. Up to a very late period, onr colleges
were for yonng men only. It was not until
Vassar College was founded in 1861, that there
was any opportunity for a woman, to gain an
education of the highest class. The help grant
ed to men, by way of scholarships, endowments,
educative societies, tuition, etc., has been ten
times that given to women. And not seldom it
has happened that the sisters have gone to
service, or have gone into the factory, in order
to earn money so that the son might be carried
through college, and through the professional
school.
We fully believe that women shonld have just
as good an ednoation as men and it there is a
discrimination, it shonld not be in favor of the
man.
Women suffer under so many difficulties, that
they require some compensating advantages to
place them on a level. While men are possessed
of superior physical strength, and hold in their
hands the vast preponderance of wealth, and
wield the law-making power in their own behalf,
it certainly appears that women, in order to have
any show for a fair chance, need the mental and
moral foroe derived from a large aad true edu
cation. Every one must have remarked that
women possessed of high intelligence and edu
cation, find themselves no more than able to
hold their own, in the varied relations which
they sustain to men, often vastly their inferiors
in everything bat in the advantages given them
by the constitution of society. Bat for the pos
session of the faculties derived from high cul
ture, Mrs. Butler and Mrs. Norton would have
truly been objects of pity.
The discrimination, if made, shonld he made
in favor of women because man finds, as she
does not, an education in the very circumstances
and necessities of his life. A husband and a
wife were at the time of their marriage, equals
in education and in intellectual activity. Com
pare them after twenty years. The man has
mingled with his fellows, in business, trade,
politics, legislation; has bought and sold, lost
money, made money, cheated and been cheated,
has served in the militia, and been oat *n the
three months, las exhorted in religions meet
ings, has attended cancnses and made nomina
tions, has had his mind exercised in hearing
and weighing the arguments adduced by the
ablest political speakers of the S ate; has been
on the School Committee, has been elected to
the Legislature, hes run for Congress, and in
common with every adnlt male citizen of the
United States, has expected to be President,
Though ignorant of books, he is, in some sense,
an educated man, possessor of himself, a per
son, whom, though yon do not love, you cannot
ignore.
And his wife? She has baked, ironed, taken
the baby to meeting, and entered the Kingdom
of Heaven at odd spells. Possibly she has
given and attended tea-parties, and been Treas
urer of the Sewing Society. And the world says:
‘Dear me ! How oonld Gan. Blank mvrry such
a common-place woman ?’
In liar pc’s Baanr, for October 19, a letter
from London, in describing a dinner party, says:
‘The ladies always withdraw at an English din
ner alter the dessert at a signal from the hostess,
the host opening the dining-room door, and a
servant attending to the drawing-room, where
wax-candle light illnminates the space cheerful
ly, and the conversation for an honr is usually
intensely commonplace. Servants and house
hold matters, the least bit of very insignificant
gossip, Mis. A ’s prettiness, Mrs. B ’s
flirtations affording an inexhanstable fund for<
feminine delate.’
Meanwhile the husbands are talking about
business, and the failure of the Glasgow Bank,
and ‘Dizzy,’ and Gladstone, and Cyprus, and
the debts of the Sultan, and the new railroad
project. Their talk is very likely selfish, per
haps prejudiced, and yet it does impart to the
mind something of information, breadth, alert
ness.
That women so largely give the tone to what
we call ‘society,’ is another reason (were one
needed) why she should have the fullest advan
tages for mental enlargement. And a further
argument is found in her relation to the coming
generation, which she so largely forms. If he
is defrauded, she is in turn avenged both on
society, and on the future of humanity.—Nutional
Baptist.
“Not if it Was My Boy.”
Some years ago the late HoraoeMann, the em
inent educator, delivered an address at the op
ening of some reformatory institution for boys,
during which he remarked that if only one boy
was saved from rnin it would pay for all the cost
and care and labor of establishing saoh snob an
institution as that.
After the exercises had closed, in private con
versation, a gentleman rallied Mr. Mann upon
his statement, and said to him:
‘Did yon not color that a little when you said
that all the expense and labor would be repaid
if it only saved one boy ?
‘Not if it was my boy,’ was the convincing and
solemn reply.
Ah ! there is a wonderful value about ‘My boy.’
Other boys may he rude and rough; other boys
may he reckless and wild; other boys may seem
to require more painB and labor than they will
ever repay; other boys may be left to drift un
cared for to the rain which is so near at hand;
but ‘my hoy’—it were worth the toil of a life
time and the lavish wealth of the world to save
him from temporal and eternal ruin. We would
go the world round to save him from peril, and
would bless every hand that was stretched out
to give help or welcome. And yet every poor
wandering, outcast, homeless man is one whom
some fond mother has celled ‘My boy.’ Every
lost womaD, sunken in the depths of sin, was
somebody’s daughter in her childish innocence.
To-day somebody’s son is a hungry outcast,
pressed to the verge of crime and sin. To-day
somebody’s daughter is a weary, helpless wan
derer, driven by necessity into the paths that
lead to death. Shall we shrink from labor, shall
we hesitate at cost, when the work before ns is
the salvation of a soul ? Not if it was ‘My boy;’
not if we have the love of Him who gave His
life to save the lest. —[Exchange.
A teacher writes ns a very pertinent inquiry
why the settlement of the pay-roll of the pub
lic schools, which should have been made on
the 15th, was postboned to the 19th (to-day).
The money is in fact due on the 1st, but usage
makes it no particular hardship to defer pay
ment until the 15th. Every day’s delay after
that is, however, a positive injury to every per
son whose pay is thus withheld. The teaeheis
of course arrange to settle their own debts at the
time when their pay is expected. To postpone
paying them beyond the usual time is needless
ly to harass and annoy them and very possibly
to inflict upon them serious injury. There cm
be no reason for this better than official negli
gence. Our correspondent inquires whether
the result ot the eleotion has anything to do
with this wanton withholding of wages earned
and overdue. That is a question on which we
may possibly get some light hereafter.—N. Y.
World.
JEW;
Professor W. II. Foute has been elected superin
tendent of the city schools of Memphis.
Professor W. L. Sutton has thirty five or forty
colored school teachers attending his normal
school in Panola, Miss.
President Seelye’s address to the Connecticut
teachers at New Haven, upon the collegiate educa
tion of women, contains some valuable informa
tion as a result of his experience and observation
in his three years’ life in Smith College at North
ampton. President Seelye declares that woman’s
capacity for the highest inielleclual culture is
demonstrated. The College has had a larger pi o-
portion of tine mathematicians than can be found
in corresponding classes of young men ; Greek has
been a favorite study, and there are Gie?k schol
ars in the College who would honor any institu
tion. The severe courses of study pursued have
not proved injurious, but beneficial, to the health.
Not a single disease has been contracted during
the three years by an inmate, while some who
come to the College so feeble in health that it was
doubtful whether they could remain a term, have
become entirely well and strong. The President
also declares that the course of culture pursued
has not had any observable tendency to make the
pupils masculine in character, <
Scissors’ Sheaves.
The Memphis sehools have been closed sinee
May 31, a period of nearly 6ix months.
The public schools of Richmond, Va., will per
haps be closed in a few days if an appropriation is
not made by the council.
Ikvlubkce or Newspapers.—A school teacher
who had been engaged a long time in his profes
sion, and witnessed the influence ef a newspaper
upon the minds of family and children, writes as
follows :
‘I have found it to be a universal fact, without
exception, that scholars of both sexes and alleges,
who have access to newspapers at home, when
compared with those who have not, are
1. Better readers, excelled jin prnununciatinu,
and consequently read more understanding^.
2. They are better spellers, and define words
with ease and accuracy.
3. They obtain practical knowledge of geography
in about half the time it requires of others, as the
newspapers have made them acquainted with the
location of important places, of nations, their gov
ernment and doings on the globe.
4. They are better grammarians, for, having
become so familiar with every variety of style in
the newspaper, from the commonplace advertise
ment to the finished and classical oration of the
statesman, they more readily comprehend the
meaning of the text, and consequently analiie its
construction with accuracy.
5. Those young men who have for years been
readers of newspapers are always taking the lead
in debating societies, exhibiting a more extensive
knowledge, a gieater variety of sutjects, and ex
pressing their views with greater fluency, clear
ness and correctness.’
Hon. Gustavus J. Orr, state school commis
sioner, has delivered one hundred and ten ad
dresses in Georgia on the subject of education
since his induction in office, and this without
expense to the state.
The school commissioner pledges himself, should
a dog and liquor tax be passed by the general
assembly, to sustain in every school sub-district
of the state, absolutely free schools for both the
white and colored races, for terms varying from
five to eight months in the year.
OR THE
CURSE OF MOREY
THE TEACHINGSOFTHE NAZARENE
AN IMAGINARY STUDY OF GREEDS.
CHAPTER III.
A Gipsy boy peered into Israel’s upturned
face, opened the young Jew’s shirt, laid bare
the breast, and stuffed his own neckerchief into
the gaping wound. The hoy dashed aside a
few tears and sped away with the swiftness of a
deer. Hours passed till he returned, accompa
nied by two men with a litter, on which Israel
was placed and carried off at a smart trot, for
the sky foreboded the coming morn.
Oa the way to Malaga, skirtiogthe incline of
an undulating hilly range, stood the Nunnery
of Santa Cecilia, not far from a straggling village
Pedro, the young gipsy boy, had run on,
and was furiously pulling the bell of the nunn
ery. The lattice wa9 opened, and a demure
face showed itself.
‘Have you come?’ said the face.
‘Open, open; he is dying or dead.’
‘Santa Maria! bring him in.’
The Jew was carried inside the gate, as it
swung rustily on its hinges to receive him.
Across the gr siy quadrangle they bore him,
just as the red morning streaks coloured the
horizon, and the first Ave Maria of the nuns
rose up into the aisles of the chapel.
A nun met the procession, had the wounded
man, or corpse, brought into a chamber on the
ground floor, had him placed on a bed, aad dis
missed the hearers. Pedro looked up at her and
shook his head, as if he meant to say that he
should not. leave. The nun returned the glance
kindly, left the room, and came back with an
other sister within a few minutes. In the deft
est possible way she examined the wound, lis
tened whether the heait still gave signs of ex
istence, applied bandages and restoratives, and
sit down to await the result. The second sis
ter took her station at the foot of the bed.
Pedro looked earnestly into the face of the
elder nun, but could find no indication there
what would be his protege's fate; so he crouched
down on the floor, laid his head caressingly
against her lap, and sobbed out his own over
charged heart in periodical spasms of tears. The
nnc held Israel’s hand, she had his pulse under
her finger; again she used restoratives, this time
stronger, and after a time shook her head.
Faintly came the notes of a ‘Miserere’ from the
chapel; faintly murmured the other nun her
‘Paternoster;’ the elder nun bent down again,
ssrntinizad Israel’s face, and knelt by the bed
side. Pedro had fallen flit on the floor asleep;
both nuns were invoking the aid of the Virgin
Mother for the restoration of the wounded man,
and both tremblingly counted their rosaries,
heaping prayer on prayer for the stranger be
fore them.
Determination and sagacity seemed written
on the face of the elderly sister; that of the
yonnger was so shrouded by drapery one could
scarcely define j^epaiour. Once more Israel’s
Clara Conway’s Cotton.
A Memphis School-Teacher’s Orig-
iual Method of Swelling tho Ben
ner Fund.
Memphis, Tenh , November 30.—On next Mon
day there will be sold at the Gotton Exchange a
hale of cotton contributed by Miss Glara Gonway,
of this city, the proceeds of which will be dona
ted to the Benner Relief Fund. The donor is a
school mistress and a most estimable lady, well
and favorably known to this community. It is
safe to assert that $500 will be realized by the
sale, after which the bale will be sent on a re
cruiting tonr through the South, to be sold in
every city for the same purpose for which it will
be sold h-cre. By this means it is expected $10,-
000 will be realised, all of which will be donat
ed to the widow and family of the lamented Lieut.
H. H. Benner, who accompanied the expedition
fitted out at St. Louis last October, for the relief
of the sufferers by the yellow fever in the towns
which border the Mississippi River between
Memphis and Vicksburg, and who died whiie
in the discharge of his humane duties. South
ern cities alone will contribute to the fund
through the me lium of this bale of cotton, and
Memphis will have the honor of initiating the
movement, and with the handsome figures of
$500.
hand was held in the Spanish nun’s once more
she bent over his still, marble face, wondering
where that spiritual countenance could have
come from; for Pedros request for help had
been sufficient to admit the young Jew into the
nunnery of an order that knew no denial where
need or want required help. Suddenly one rat i l
twitch of the muscles passed over Israal’s fea
tures; another, a slight flutter under the nun’s
fiugeis was perceptible; stronger and stronger
became the tokens of retnrning life, and the joy
at the rescue of a fellow-creature brought single
heavy teat-drops into the nun’s eyes. She
touched the shoulder of her sister, who knelt
still praying by his side. Both redoubled their
exertions, and prissntly saw Israel open his
eyes wide, elesa them rapidly again, and sud
denly, with a deep-drawn sigh, clutch the
friendly fingers of his restorer, rs if uncon
sciously holding fast the helping hand that had
saved him.
The gentle exclamation of surprise from the
nuns woke Pedro; he started up, saw that his
master had life written on his countenance, and
fell on his kuees before the elder nun, sobbing
out his thanks in broken words, and calling
upon the Virgin and all the saints he could rec
ollect to come and bless her for her miraculous
cure.
‘Ab, and he is a Nazarene, a true Christian.
He will teach you!
‘Hush, boy; no noise; the thread of his life
is very tender as yet. He is greatly ex
hausted.
outward world as far as feasible. Bat was this
not what he had oonnselled Rebecca to do, and
Zillah to follow ? No, no, no ! this, it was not
what be wanted. The walls oontraoted his brain,
the nans’ garments flattered aroand him like
wings of mental death Again, no, no, no ! not
this he had wanted ! Had He not freely moved
about, teaching nnder the blue sky, sitting
by the wayside, resting on Olivet, skimming the
Galilean lake. There was no contraction of
natural feelings in Him; and those walls, that
monotonous chant the oonstant prayers by the
rosaries, became monstrous hardens to Israel.
One sunny morning, when Pedro’s bright
faoe relieved not the room, Israel oonld bear it
no longer; he almost screamed in the broken
Spanish he oonld master:
‘Take me ont, out, where God’s snn shines;
where the birds sing, where is spaoe, and light,
and life —I am suffooating.’
The yonnger nun was with him; hastily she
rang the bell, thinking that delirium was return
ing. Her elder sister flew to the room to hear
again Israel’s passionate exclamtion.
‘Quick, oall the bearers, or the fever will
return.’
The men, the ontdoor assistants of the nuns,
came and bore Israel, bed and all, into the sunny
cloister-garden; here they ereoted a teat and
placed the patient under its protecting roof.
Israel lay exhausted on the bed; near him sat
his younger preserver. On a sudden fie sat up
and looked at her.’
‘What do you wear those wrappers for ?’
‘Our Order requires them of young sisters.’
‘Does it? then it is a false Order.’
The nun said nervously her rosary.
‘Come, pull them off; He never ordained them.
He ordained no forms, but the inner understand
ing of God, and the loving of man.’
The nun continued her prayers by the rosary.
‘Do you bear? Come take them off, or I shall
pull them down, and try to see your face, which
is beautiful.’
The nun trembled. Was there in in her
breast some feminine, sofc feeling left, that she
thought it sweet to be told by her handsome sick
charge her face was beautiful ?
While she trembled—while the warm blood of
youth began to course quicker in her veins—
Israel cut the matter short and palled the coif
and heavy veil from her fiead.
‘There now, look at me, at the garden, and
let us sing together a hymn of praise of my own
Hebrew tongue to God’s loVely houss. But you
do not know Hebrew, and I know ncthing of
your chants. You are crying; aad as I thought,
you are very beautiful.—Don’t hide it again, it
is a present from the Father, to be enjoyed
modestly, not to be hidden from Him.’
But the nun was weeping big, heavy, tear
drops; over her soul rushed tumultuously the
knowledge, that for her, life, real life, was gone,
and the best she could do, was to bide that tell
tale faoe again, before any other sister could
notice Israel’s rude demolition of observances.
Israel turned impatiently away and began
to think again. What was this heavy building
that loomed upon him so mournfully ? Tne
dwelling-place of women who retired from the
world. What for? To pass their lives in relig
ious and charitable observances. For the former,
thought, he no gloomy house was needed; the
latter belonged to the outside world. The nar
rowness of the idea overpowered him; but in
Jerusalem were also such; strange there they
had not so impressed him; his easy, roaming,
abstracted life bad never broaght him face to
face with realities there. Often his wanderings
had extended for miles, and he had only re
turned when his father required his presence
in the old honse for a short space. Israel tried
and tried hard to unde r stand the why and where
fore, and he began to searen as if he meant to
grasp the meaning of ideal—ami real life.
The fresh air soop did wonders; ia a-,few days
inner garment and handed Pedro some pieces
of Italian gold coin.
‘Let us soon have shelter and in a respect
able place,’ he said to Pedro. Jiow strange the
word ‘respectable’ seemed;until now it had not
been in Israel’s vocabulary.
They came to a large hotel near the port book
ing footsore and weary, they were regarded
askance. But the sight of gold and Pedro’s
oily tongue soon explained matters; the gentle
man had escaped from gipsy brigands and conld
afford to pay well. Israel actually seemed to de
sire comfort; he chose the best rooms he could
get, and stretched himself with a sense of eas9
on the couoh opposite the glorious sea view.
‘Fetch a tailor, Pedro.’
Pedro stared.
‘Fetch a tailor, I say, and have fruits and
wine brought. Tell them to bring Li grima di
Malaga, the very best.’
Pedrh stood with open month; his great mas
ter was becoming like other folk. Pedro did
not like it.
‘Don’t stare, Pedro, my boy, let me do as I
ask. I am going to try something. You will
help me, will you not, and you shall never leave
me.’ It was enough for Pedro; he came and
kissed his master’s hand, went and did his bid
ding.
Had you seen the elegant, fashionable, but
simply dressed gentleman, who sat at the same
window the next day, you would scarcely have
believed him to be Israel Torriano, the eccentric
eastern banker, so thorough wa3 the transform
ation. Evidently nature meant him to be a man
of mark, even among fashionables; his bearing
was faultless; his dress chosen with excellent
taste, and his whole appearance showed uadis-
gnisodly a great and noble character.
Pddro was also transformed though ha would
have preferred his old torn clothes. Pedro had
loved his racketty life, and it seemed as if he
entered bonds and fetters when he put on his
new apparel and washe l himself clean; he look
ed so nice that he had lost hall of his dare-devil
charm.
he rose, with Pedro’s help, and wandered about
that part of the garden which fie was allowed to
visit. One evening on a particular saint’s day,
he was sitting in the shade of an enormous
chestnut, Pedro by his side, when they were
both startled by the mournful chants of the mass
for the dead. The nuns seemed more solemn
in their singing than ever. Israel listened at
tentively, and then threw himself on the grass
in very agony of doubt:
‘What does it all mean ? What is the differ
ence of the teaching and performance ? I can
not understand it. I must go out into theworld;
away again; there will be no rest for me till I
learn to understand the world as it is called.’
There was a long consultation between the
two. The same evening Israel asked for the ab
bess. He thanked her for all her kindness, he
thanked still more the elderly nun, who had
been his doctor, he thanked most the beautiful
nun who bad betrayed so much natural feeing
when he discovered her charming face.
‘Come away from here,’ he whispered to her;
‘I will take you out into the world again, it is
better.’
The nun trembled violently and told many
paternosters as rapidly as she could by her ro
sary. One tear-drop that fell upon his hand
was the only answer she could give; with a chiv
alrous impulse he kissed it away. She turned
quickly and disappeared forever, perhaps to
treasure up in her lonely cell that last remem
brance of loving human existence.
Israel and Pedro went next morning, without
Pedro huddled up by the bedside every now luggage, without the least preparation; they de-
D alias, Tex., November 30.—Ida Bashaw, a
respectable and well-connected young lady,
obout eighteen yrars of age, commit;ed suicide
near Plano, Texas. No cause for the act.
The Windsor and Legrand hotels at Dallas
two of the largest houses in Tex-is, were consol
idated to-day, Messrs. Wfiitla & Pepper, propri
etors of the Windsor, taking charge of the Le
grand. The houses are to be connected by an
iron bridge.
Detboit.Mich., November 30.—J. C. Stoddard,
of Pine Plain, Allegan county, was discovered
this morning sitting in a chair dead, with his
gun between his legs and his head shattered.
H.s wife was found lead in bed, and a child,
three years old, missing. It is believed Stod
dard i illed his wife and child and then shot him
self, daring an attack of temporary insanity.
and then, kissing the coverlet, as he would not
kiss the hand that lay on it.
Six days Israel had lain in feverish throes,
unconscious that Spanish nuns were nursing him
tenderly, trying to hold fast his ebbing life.
Six days and nights had Pedro wearily watched
by the bedside snatching odd rests of sleep on
the floor. It was still doubtful whether a strong,
unexhausted vitality should bear off victory
over the consequences of that dastardly attack,
when one night towards morning, as if by magic,
a wholesome sleep fell like beneficent dew on
the sick mao, and refreshed every artery of his
body. Streaming with perspiratioD, Israel awoke
as the glorious morniug sun rose over southern
Spain, and locked with bright clear eyes around
him. There were two drowsy female figures,
clad in garments he could not recognise, and
there was the gipsy boy, full length on the floor,
fast asleep.
Israel lay still, watching the scene, and bath
ing his soul in the undefined consciousness ‘that
he lived.’ A few minutes later the nuns were
bending over him with grateful hearts while
Pedro performed odd antics of delight at his
beloved master’s recovery.
The cure went on uninterruptedly; theabbeas
came once for a moments into the room to say
an earnest prayer by the bedside, blessing the
sister , who were evidently the doctors and
nurses of the sick in the nunnery. At other
times what restrictions were not used against
the outer world? Bat now human need was
freer from prejudice, larger of heart, and wider
of conscience, than the contracted notions of
those whose faith was named after Him, who
knew no bounds in His all-embracing, sympa
thetic love.
Scarcely restored to existence, Israel’s mind
began to cast up possibilities and coatingenc ies;
eagerly his gtance followed the nuns’ move
ments; curiously his eye skirted iiie walls ot the
vaulted room; he became impressed by all
around him. The reality of his wound, his ill
ness, his recovery, this first positive subjection
to outward facts, changed Israel Torriauo from
a feeling, imaginative man, into a thinking,
reasoning man.
Where was he? What was the place? An
abode of women who gave np their lives to some
idea; to which ? To be adorers of God and
worshippers of His Son alone; to eschew the
dined the offer of a conveyance on the road.
The abbess had heard that their patient was the
richest Jew in the east, and the abbess was dis
appointed.
Israel Torriano left not a stiver for the found
ress of the order, for the saints or the masses
for recovery even.
‘A Jew,’she said, deprecatingly.
Israel had not thought of it, and if he had,
would not have given anything. He was utter
ly callous to money considerations. Still weak,
leaning on a sturdy stick, Israel Torriano, with
Pedro, the gipsy boy, took his road to Malaga.
* * ♦ * • *
Over Malaga, one of the queens of the Medi
terranean, shone the glowing sun of midday,
as two wanderers entered it. Steep houses and
narrow streets composed the greater part of the
town, bat here and there a few free open spaces,
on which fine buildings were reared, broke the
monotony. A wide, spaoions port, protected
now by some slight fortifications, had invited
the PI ceaicians to land here, had harbored the
Moorish vessels for centuries, and was actually
filled with export shipping of all countries. Oil,
wine, dry fruits, figs, almonds, olives and lead,
were sent from Malaga to north, east and west,
and this lively export-trade had created a for
eign settlement ot merchants, who made Malaga
one of the brightest places on the coast of 8p ;in.
The molo, furnished by a lighthouse, reached
far into the sea: a noble cathedral sent its spire
into the azure skies—an 1 large, well-planted
promenades were filled towards evening with
the beanty and fashion of Malaga. Decidedly
Malaga was advancing in civilization; it had suf
fered many hardships with fever and earth
quakes, but it bad withstood them all, and lay
smiling, busy, sunny, life-bringing to all who
came to it in ill-health, along the Mediterrane
an coast.
The wanderers were tired, the elder was pale
and appeared weak, but his very weakness en
hanced his remarkable beauty. Ic seemed as if
a prophetic hero of the Old Testament had step
ped out of the sacred pages; there was no mis
taking him, Israel Torriauo was a Jew, refined,
spiritualized, and eminently well-shaped; what
must that ancient race have been if it conld
now in degenerate days famish such a specimen
of its manhood.
Israel had on the road rent a portion of his
Within a week of the new outfits in Malaga,
Israel Torriano and Pedro left for Bordeanx in a
coasting steamer. Israel was bound for Paris.
He had lived unostentatiously, but like a gen
tleman of fortune, the last few days. That old
garment of his seemed to have been sufficiently
lined by Moses with notes to last for some time.
In Brrdeaux Israel visited silently, ; s he had
done in Malaga, the principal points of interest,
he dived at night into most populous districts,
and watched in the day the trade and commerce
in the town. His mouth lost its sweetness and
was becoming hard and firm; his eye forgot its
entranced look, and became steady and deter
mined; his very forehead began to shine with
something more than spiritual abstraction—with
the strong comprehensive knowledge of what
meant the life of ‘man and woman on earth.’
Pedro was like a fish ont of water. It war*
very fine to be well dressed and well fed, to have
nothing to do but wait upon his master, but Ped
ro dreamt at night of the Gulf of Naples 1 and
his smuggling voyages on the Mediterranean,
and thought in the day of his camp life among
the gipsies, of the brown heath, the wild beauty
of the Andalusian tracts, and of Zillah’s graceful
figure. ‘Poor, poor Zillah, 1 wonder what has
become of her,’ was often the burden of his fan
ciful meditations. He never knew whether Israel
thought of her too, for Israel had become taci
turn and taught no more. The first ebullition
of religious enthusiasm seemed gone, or appear
ed to the Jewish banker of little importance
now. Israel was evidently trying to learn a hard
lesson.
From Bordeaux the two went by rail to Paris.
Israels attentive eye watched the districts
through which they parsed, and the nearer they
came to the capital of France, the prouder be
came Israel’s bearing, as if he were preparing
himself for some great struggle, and nerving
himseii against it.
They put up at an hotel on the Boulevards,
and Israel looked around him evidently aston -
ished at the height to which the cultivation of
luxury had been brought here. He turned from
it almost in disgust; but, with an immense ef
fort, made up his miud to follow out his pur
pose"
Brfore the palace, one might call it, of the
Torriauu8, in Paris, stood the eastern cousin;
he entered, and asked for his relative.
‘Engaged,’was the answer.
‘ Tell him it is I-r-ael Torriauo, from Jerusa
lem,’ Israel La 1 not yet got as far as c .rds.
As if by magic the door opened before him.
Istail wa now overwhelmed with enquiries as to
his health, journey .comforts, and present abode.
He answered quietly, with the ease of a natural
gentleman. "Wiiere in the world, thought the
Parisian Torrisno, was the eccentric casuist, who
had been described to him byhis uncle in Na
ples, in case he should find his way to him !
This man before him might be presented to the
Emperor at once; and wLat plans there opened
in the distanco on such an introduction, plans
the realisation ot which would materially alter
some phases of European politics.
Israel Lai evidently learnt to become reticent
on his peculiar views. He bore all this fuss pa
tiently; felt even interested ia the introduction
to the Torriano family, and attacked nothing
violently, but he firmly declined an invitation
to r-side in the house
‘You will dine with us to-night’
gj,‘Why not dine in the day?’ Impulse wfis too
strong, Israel had made a slip in asking this
question.
* Oh, you will sron get used to our more civ
ilized western waj s. You must forget your east
ern rambles, and live arnoDg us for a while.’
And then followed a siring of recommendations
as to what Israel shonld do, or should not do,
that sent the hot blood of anger to bis heart.
Israel again r< strained himself and left, having
ptouiiied to dine with his crusin, who would
fain Lave dogged his footsteps to lose no tree > of
him, a rd who finally made up his mind to doj
his footsteps.
Before Is aal opened Paris, Imperial Paris
B.-autiful L’otet : a, the smiling, courting, caress
ing, tantalizing, seductive dame of the Euro
pean world, also courted Israel; she received
him nonchalantly, her hair down, her morning
robe half bs'.ened, her virtues displayed,
and vices hidden; her graces conspicuous, her
faults in ambush; her whole frame quiveiing
with saltish, imouciante d isires, telling tne world
and Israel that there txisted 0:.ly one Paris, one
Lutetia, and that she was the devotee of passion
less delights, and the very goddess whose temple
held the key to irresponsible pleasures 2 Israel
saw her, saw her beauty, felt for moments attrac
ted by her grace, but again violently repulsed by
her misery, Israel had to run from her, to rush
into the suburbs, to gather up his thoughts, and
remember that he must not fall because Lutetia
was seductive and very beautiful. A beauty she
had all her own, not classical, not graud, not
powerful, not pure, but lingering, tempting, de
risive of scruple, outwardly formal and elegant,
inwardly loose and slipshod. Lutetia, Lutetia,
thou wert the very tempting Eve of a fallen Adam
Did Adam ris s‘ in Israel? Yes, stonily; Israel,
roving about small gardens aad pretty bosquets,
constrained his will, and met Lutetia and her
charms firmly face to face.
• • • - * *
The dinner was prepared; the state rooms of
Torriano Palace were opened; the display ol gilt
plate was enormous, the scant of the viands de
licious and aromatic; all was the result of the
very essence of material civilization, and the
company to grace the feast was equal to it.
Rich, high-born, some graceful, even dignified,
bat above all, easy; not an awkward angle to be