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ROMANCE
Socrates, of Albert Durer. or Richard
Hooker; she was the most vicious vixen
of them all.
It may be imagined, without doing any
injustice to him, that when his letters
were stolen, interpolated and forged by his
wife for the purpose of injuring his char
acter. the grieving spirit of the old pro
phet may sometimes have said. “Grace,
Murray would not have done this.” At]
the same time we must in justice siyi
that Wesley cannot be wholly exonerated
from blame; for setting aside the ques
tion whether, after electing to marry,
he was not bound to do more for the com
fort of his wife, h£ certainly gave occa
sion for her jealous temper by his unwary i
cqnduct. and most of all. by his unac
countable fondness for a certain ’Sarah
Ryan, a quondam maid servant, like the-
others; who, although she was the wife;
of three living husbands, so won the good,
opinion and confidence of Wesley by her'
ostentatious devoutness that he actually;
appointed her matron of Kingswood
school. No suspicion can really attach, j
of course, to the fair fame of one so pure:
and unblemished as Wesley; but it was
difficult for a jealous wife to think so.;
And assuredly we must say of him,
adopting a well-known phrase of Mr.
Froude’s, that ‘‘in his relations with wo- ,
men he seemed to be under a fatal neces
sity of mistake.”
He Fell Into Many Entanglements, Which Resulted in
His One Fatal Weakness
His Leaving Georgia-
Did Much to Mar His Work and Caused His Fam
ily Great Sorrow—Harried to One and Loving An
other, Time Could Not Heal His Deep Regret.
Diplomacy.
From the Cleveland Plain Dealer.
"But why on earth did you introduce
me to your aunt as Mr. Darling? Did
you forget that It was Scroggs?”
“Certainly not, you old goose. But I
know »he overheard me call you ‘darling,’
and I wouldn't have her think I was
spooning for all the world.”
CONTENTS OF THIS NUMBER. .
CARDINAL LUIQI OREGLIA.
He is dean of the Sacred College of Carmarlingo of the Catholic church.
Upon Cardinal Oreglia will fall the mantle that drops from the wasted form of
Pope Leo XIII. the news of whose death at any moment would surprise none
who knows how near to the end is his holiness. By the laws of the church, the
Cardinal, whose photograph is here printed, will be acting pope until a successor
to Leo XIII Is chosen. The election of a new pontiff being a slow and solemn
proceeding. Cardinal Oreglia may occupy the Vatican throne for some time af
ter the death of Leo XIII. Many think Oreglia will be Leo's elected successor.
Page 1.—The Love of John Wesley; Folk-
Lore of the Trefoil.
Page 2.—Lost Man s Lane.
Page X—The Great South; News Notes;
Live Stock in the South; Georgia State
Fair.
Page 4.—Our Household; Favorite Hero
ines: Our Letter Box.
Page 5.—Woman's Page continued; Talk
About Books; In the Library Corner.
Page 6.—Editorial; The Threshold of a
New Age, Etc.
Page 7.—Lawyer and Journalist.
Page 8.—Our Boys and Girls; Jack the
Inventor; Industries of War Times.
Page 9.—The Continuation of Our Boys'
and Girls' Department; The Sunday
School; The Puzzler; A Gifted Young
Poet.
Page 10.—Confederate Veterans; Inci
dents of the Civil War; A Tragic Se
quel.
Page U.—With Lee in Virginia.
Page 1Z—Life in Retrospect^
MRS. A. ELIZA BRUMBY. nOTHER OF GEORGIA’S MANILA HERO
A popular movement is on foot to present Lieutenant Thomas M. Brumby
with a sword in recognition of his services as flag officer of the Olympia at Ma
nila.
DETIHCT PRIHT
The story of Wesley’s love affairs,
never given so fairly and fully as now
by Mr. Luke Tyerman, in his “Life and
Times of John Wesley,” forms a strange
and most remarkable series of episodes
in his life. The first occurrence was dur
ing his mission to Georgia, where he
formed a deep attachment to a Miss So
phia Hopkey, niece of the chief magis
trate of the colony. The earlier biogra
phies of Wesley represent the affair as
involving a conspiracy on the part of the
young lady and her friends against the
reputation of the youthful ascetic. But
so unlikely an account is. now discredited,
and is totally disclaimed by Mr. Tyerman.
Certain it is that Wesley was deeply in
love; certain, too, that he referred the
case to his Moravian friends and advis
ors. who decided accordingly that he
should proceed no further in the matter,
and he acquiesced, saying, “The will of
the Lord be done.” However this may
have been (and it seems doubtful whether
he voluntarily gave up his attachment),
the sequel is equally strange. For we
find him a few months after publicly re
fusing the sacrament to this same lady
(then married to a Mr. Williamson) when
she presented herself at the Lord’s table.
The grounds of liis refusal have neVer
been cleared up; but it was largely in
consequence of this behavior that he drew
on himself the odium and persecution
which drove him out of Georgia.
For some years after this he persisted
in his resolution of celibacy—a resolution
which certainly was most advisable for
iviai, jaoor and homelessness. In 1743. tooj;
he published bis “Thoughts oh Single
Life,” extolling that state as-the privi
lege, if not the duty,' of alt those who
were capable of receiving, it; and three
•years after, in a published hymn, which
is cearly autobiographical, expressed him
self as follows;
“I have no sharer of my heart
To rob my Saviour of a part
And desecrate the whole;
Only betrothed to Christ am I.
To wait his coming from the sky
To wed my happy soul.”
It was therefore with great surprise,
and not without some scandal, that in
1719 his friends heard that he was en
gaged to a Mrs. Grace Murray, a young
widow who had nursed him in a short
illness, and w T ho was actually accompa
nying him at the time in his ministerial
travels through the country. This young
woman had been brought up as a maid
servant. and was a person of small edu
cation, though of great attractions, and
a fervent convert of Methodism. She was
a person of singularly impulsive tempera
ment, and with an utter disregard of
delicacy and honor, in the midst of her
engagement to Wesley allowed herself to
coquet also with one of his lay preachers,
John Bennett; and for some months the
most extraordinary alternations went on,
her choice resting sometimes on one,
sometimes on the other of ner lovers,
with passionate assertions of her entire
devotedness to each, and this with inter
vals occasionally of a few hours only.
Charles Wesley, disgusted and indig
nant. strove to put an end to the scandal.
His brother yielded, and met the lady to
say farewell. He kissed her, and said:
“Grace Murray, you have broken my
heart.” A week or two after she was
married to the inferior suitor. She and
Wesley did not meet again for thirty-nine
years. She long outlived her husband;
and when in London she came to hear
her son preach in Moorfields she met her
venerable lover—lover still, for the
interview is described as very affect
ing. Henceforth they saw each other
no more, and Wesley never again men
tioned her name. Through long years
Grace continued a course of Christian
usefulness, and lived and died eminently
respected. She lies in Chinly churchyard,
in Derbyshire.
Undeterred by his former experiences,
in 1751 Wesley again ventured upon an
engagement which actually resulted in
mawiage. Now. too, the lady was a
widow, a Mrs. Vazeille; her first husband
having been a merchant who had lafkher
»odei<. *fv-i fJTJe
Hi her to deserve the attachment or such
a man,, either In character or intellect.
She. too, like Grace Murray, was of hum
ble birth,, and like her had been a maid
servant. Having during her widowhood
joined the Methodists, she was naturally
pleased and flattered with the attentions
of their crowned head. Charles Wesley
again interposed, but this time in vain.
It soon appeared how ill-advised a union
had been contracted, and after a few
years of wretched married life, marked
on her part by outrageous ill temper,
jealousy, violence, and even treachery,
which her husband on his side bore with
the patience of a Socrates, the lady one
day took herself off and lived in a state
of separation from him till her death.
“Non earn reliqu, non dimisi; non revoca-
bo—I did not forsake her, I did not dis
miss her, I will not recall her,” was the
husband’s apt and pardonable exclama
tion when he found her gone. She takes
her place in the foremost rank of the
bad wives of eminent men. worthy to be
classed with the wedded companions of
Friendship's Offering.
From the Cleveland Plain Dealer.
“Clara, you said you were embroider
ing a sofa-pillow for me.”
*T know it, Alice; but when I got it
done it was entirely too pretty to give
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Strong Litmry Tnotes.
From the Cleveland Plain Dealer. /
“Baby Is so fond of books?” /$
“Is she, indeed?”
“Yes, you should see her. She’s got So
she can snatch a page out with either
hand.”
The Quest.
One traveled far and sought the goal
By day, by night, with all his soul;
One sat at home, by duty bound,
And lo! in time the goal came round.
—Chicago Record.
RUSTIC CHIVALRY
FOLK-LORE OF THE TREFOIL
Oh, the shamrock, the green, immortal
shamrock
Chosen leaf
Of bard and chief.
Old Erin’s native shamrock.
The flower girls at Glengarrif, and in
deed all over the emerald land of legend
and beauty, offer the yellow and the white
shamrock for sale at “thripens” a flower,
which revenue may be one of the reasons
of Ireland’s great bank account; but the
adventurous and romance-loving traveler
will push boldly past these maidens, and
pluck his own blossom from Parnell’s
grave or Trinity campus, in Dublin gar
den and park, or at Belfast and Kildare,
or, if he is fortunate enough to be pedes-
trianizing over the island, he will find
many a cnance in the old-fashioned Irish
gardens, where the wall and old stone
gateway are almost hidden beneath the
weight of red and yellow roses and Ivy.
In these gardens there are poppies and
lilies growing and sweet-william, wood-
sorrel and mint, with pink and white dais
ies and dwarf roses showing beside the
thyme and tansy beds, and occasionally
peeping up from the border of the corn
rows.
Every Irish home, mansion or hovel has
its garden, and often a winsome bit of
shamrock is found here, or hidden amid
the purple and white woodbine roots that
cover house-wall, roof and eaves with
their climbing.
Shamrock (Gaelic, seamrag) is the gen
eric name in Irish and Gaelic for trefoil.
White clover seems to be the popular na
tive. idea of the flower, and, as Ireland’s
national, heraldic emblem, it ranks equal
ly in history with England’s rose or Scot
land’s thistle. It is often confounded
with the yellow clover, but the spiral form
of the pods is a distinguishing feature,
and, like wood-sorrel or bird’s foot tre
foil, it is a plant with three leaflets.
Wood-sorrel in Italian is called “Alle
luia,” and many of the Italian painters,
from Fra Angelico down, placed the plant
and its flower in the foreground of their
crucifixion pictures. The purple-hued
blossoms were supposed to have taken
their color from the blood of Christ.
The Welsh call these lovely white, pur
ple-veined flowers “Fairy bells.” and the
country people believe that the elves ring
them for moonlight dance and revelry.
Yellow trefoil (trifolium minus) is the
plant sold mostly in Dublin on St. Pat
rick’s day. Old women and flower girls
cry out: “Buy my shamrocks! buy my
shamrock^!” and all little children have
“Patrick’s crosses” pinned to their
sleeves; but the common white clover
(trifolium repens) is oftenest called the
Irish shamrock. The oxalis shares with
it the credit, however, and exotic speci
mens have white, yellow, rose-colored,
crimson and variegated flowers.
In India the trefoil contracts when
touched, like the senstive plant; in Peru
It is cultivated for the acid stems, and for
the tubers, which, boiled, are used as
food. The Mexican variety is stemless
and four-leafed, with showy red flowers,
and the root is cooked and dressed with
white sauce, like satisfy. The oxalis is a
native of Ireland, while the clover is a
comparatively recent introduction.
According to legend, Saint Patrick,
while teaching the doctrine of the Trin
ity to the Pagan Irish, used this plant
with its three leaves upon one stem, to
illustrate the great mystery, and it was
thereafter worn as a badge, and finally
adopted as an emblem. On March 17 the
small white clover is worn in the hat all
over Ireland.
It is a singular circumstance that the
trefoil in Arabic is called Shamrakh, and
was held sacred in Iran as symbolical of
the Persian Triads. . Pliny, in his “Natu
ral History,” also asserts that serpents
are never seen upon trefoil, and it is con
sidered potent against the stings of
snakes and scorpions.
Considering St. Patrick’s connection
with snakes, this is somewhat remarkable
and it may reasonably be assumed that,
previous to his arrival, the Irish had in
vested the shamrock or trefoil with cer
tain virtues, and imagined that some,
strange suitableness in the already sacred
plant shadowed forth the newly-revealed
doctrine of the Trinity.
This “wearing of the green” by “all
those whose hearts are true” commemor
ates the landing of St. Patrick near Wick
low in the beginning of the fourth century
of the Christian era. The event is a fa
vorite inspiration to all Irish bards.
Brave sons of Hibernia, your shamrocks
display.
A plant of that soil which no venom can
taint.
With shamrock and myrtle let’s garnish
the bowl.
May our shamrock continue to flourish,
and prove
An emblem of charity, friendship and
love.
These are all familiar lines; and bear out
the representative significance of both
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