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SONO OF THE SEASON.
The drool? day Is near its 01000, -
AM SIII2 SS sorrow's sigh,
When bending over beauty's imolai
The "'lathy winiti,tworp by
'here's note florrer on niture's input,
The drooping eye to . oheer,
Nor Yoko of gladsome Ilritsg thing,
To 'harm the !Welling' ear. •
As rlitthFigt.....o l lg Weary a=4 . .
.ton feeble w0111)1X1 gees,
And up the long and knuoma,fttraet
A fearful glance eh°, throe
3io►owa and long ler wol will lel
Still that she diah not dread--
, It lo that all her toll may fait
TOgain her children broad.
Tea many • proof of patient toil,
Het lltua basket beam;
Ea& merlons fabric's It contains
nath'hallowed been with prayers
Awl oh, What Crassures of the Want
What wealth of hope and lore,
Rhe blended with each earnest prayet,
As, hour by hour, oho strwe'
Oh lady, do not turn away;
Shall that'palo aurrer go,
Uraibear'd by labor's sweat reward,
Back to tau tome of wo!
torn from the rnby's nuliant sheen
The diamond's (Ins:ling light,
ant sorrow lost in thankfulness
Will gain they gems more bright:
?hi beaming simile of hope reesheil,
Love's grateful blessing given,
These gems will light thy path 'of life,
And prove tby wealth In Heaven.
- MEMEANOIRILY 1108331106.
Ak' Irby do we cling, wlih mach flualneu to earth'
Ito smiles are delusive, and shert-lived Its mirth!
TM Aisne ere doleess—the lovely and tree,
pa linens rapid current are passing Not view;
With the fleetness of
They are fading sway,
And nothing, tin Nothing their progress can stay
Why ell% rte 14 earth , ito fond friendships, tho'
meet,
And os fragile os bubbles. when rode 'Anima meet;
fla heantira are tirtatatent su scinac;ta rich light,
Illooktdatzleo a moment, then rodeo from the sled $
Ito !Memento wear
The Ilitep imprmo 0 r awry,
And beam toltba wailltin and tetschoroua glare.
fly the true'. oral Age M o &ellte-111mA Is chilled.
And the puha-, of mull° , ones resUetst ere eUlled ;
When the muss of besittf are nipped by the frost,
—Awl the fenror of outitful alioctlon 1,
n why 'hernia we droll,
To Ito down with the dead,
When the tileseane wo:eovle4 are withered and dod?
Prom the Immune of Ginter gird spring may aria *
lioaruelled with lowrets of delicate - ayes;
The fountains may gush from their totters away,
And the woodland may thrill to s.o trightengale'l
lay ; Co
_ But death only tote power,
B hen oar °hermit are ell o'er,
An immortal mot glprioirs youth tonestore
%maw at ta
SIEMER ANNA :
Mt fhIETItY, PAINTING AND I,I)VE
Sister Anne sat In the porch watching the
sunset. 'flu• luminary whom old-fashioned
poets have baptised with all sorts of names,
sooner than. "illgrado their unses with the
tine old Maxon word sun"—Minn' planet of
aliases was never more splendid than on the
present occasion. There,was a purple edge
of hill on ullieli he was hovering, red and
enormous, as , ll he was reconnoitering the
huge ateups flown _which he was about to
plunge. On the serrated crest of the purple
hill eased it few pl u tny Ireeti, standing
blackly, against 'the ftery glow, like watching
warriors thrown out agnicust the Brune of
home besieged and.burning forties*. All
along the meadows and crooks that stretched
floes the brim" of the purple hill to the porch
where Sister Anne lugs sitting, a tide of
gelded light was slowly ebbing. A moment
ago it was rippling over the garden-walks,
„making, like a second Pactolus, the very
gravel valuable, and now it has receded antl
washes the edges of the green Meadow be=
low, and trickles through the thin, transfix*:
rent leases of the inotiOnleam maple. Now
the old stranded boat on the shore of the
narrow creek suddenly glitters likb Cleopa
tre.s galley, as the waves of light dash si
lently over it ; and lo ! an instant passes, the
galley is gone . , and the splitting planks and
,
mouldering keel again lie sadly on the sands.
So ebbs this wondrous tide, silently but
swiftly, until it reecho' the base of the pur
ple hill ; then, trembling an instant on the
gekas and rocks,it suddenly sink 4 or evapo
rates, or disaltearm like a fairy sea, and the
shores it washed are cold, and gray, and dull.
Sister Anne loved sunsets. There was an
indolent splendor about the hour of evening
list suited hor temperamont—an atmosphere
of °piste vapor that seemingly emanated from
the retiring planet, lulling her into a dreamy
'c'1) .07 1 1.1 1 ., The truth is, that Sietbr Anne was
lasy, Whtm other girla vvme hl7mming the
edges of mysterioici gnrincuts, or cutting geo-
metric figuree out of live, itOtitcbins_ k t
eaMirrie'flititeited
over tho paper on which they were traced ;
while industrious maidens were doing all
these useful amt ornamented things, Sister
Mine wan used to sit in the window if it
was summer, and by the fire if it was win
ter, and dreamt'. Slice had ' the fir of a'
dreamer. Ilsr features were still and regu
lar ; her eyes large and dark; and when she
Moved tlhere was rt . drowsy pliancy in her
limbs that made her seent as if she had lived
by the fairy lake on the—frhOres of which
Tennyson's Laos Fiaters dreamed life de
lightfidly away. Her two slaters looked on
Sister Abbe as utterly lost. She was altos
gether useless, and did not contribute Ono
jot 65 the general fund of labor. There wit
not on all Long' Island so lazy a maiden.
She know not hove to make pastry or butter,
Her sewing was Wretchedly crOnkett and un
even i artd - u — TO knowing anything about emit
' sing out a 'dress, why Sister Anne might as
ROM be expix,ted to draw out the plan of st
fortification as to perfotin that nice ind ins
tricate branch of retinae mechanics. She;
loved the 'woods, however, and the green
leavrs and was very industrious in the lino
of gathering wild flowers and attending on
the birds. Sister Anne wan II slaves to the
feathered tribe. She was pot black, nor did
she ;year gold rings on her anklet or any
other sign of serfdom, still she was 118 much
a slave xi WA() was copper-colored and fet
tered with geld. She followed
from tree to tree anxiously and timidly, as
a courtier haunting the presence of hiSking.
For hours together she would tie itithe high
grass or the fields :watching the blackbird
with his eritruion epaulets, keeping watch
from a lofty tree over his wife as she sat in
her nest built in the swaying forks of the
golden rod. The cat-bird was -to her a
source of' singular and milieus delightdutd
iutiniration. Ills elegant Shape, his jattacy
swagger, -Ids splendid conlidence je lds im
inense vocal gentwi, alt captivated her. and
she Would hide behind a. tree and hour after
lour watch his gambols In, the branches. I
will not say that the birds knew aster Anne.
She was no bird-tikner; like Abe charming
drum-girl in George Sand's roma.nce,of
terino, and I doubt if she called ever so long
aiwther any of her feathered friends would
atteixl to her; but still I think the birds felt,
by "a tare instinct, as indiscribable awarty of
the strange spiritual phenomena that are
disclosing themselves now-a-days, that Sister
Anne was their worshiper. 'Cat-bill and
orielia,it kerns to me, permitted the young
girl to come closer thin any ethos idler in
the fields. .
ul
- It may be s posed that these erratic
habits were not v y much relished by Sistsr
Anne's family. ._ o was generally up a tree
when she should have been mending stock
ings, and those wild-Wood sports of hers did
not produee 0. very fatprable egect upon' her
toilet. Her gowns were sadly refit, and her
shoes wore out with' the used Tageonhibing
ritflidley ; while the marks of thongs on her
small, delicate hands, and the tan on her
quiet, dres n face • • ~ . ' •ory_
ble additioni to her personal appearance.
She was a moral weed in a family of thriving
and - useful plant* ; a toy in of 4
w hole factory foil of indualriel machines. In
vain did mother and sisters remonstrate ; in
gain (Jill they point to baskets full of aWful
shirts yet unsewn, and terrible handkerchiefs
yet unheinmed. Sister Mae, turned a lizy
keened and deaf ear to all, and fled to the
fields, whin . tali singingof the hints and the
breath of the florrcriveonsoled her for all her
troubles.
So Sigler Anne sat in the porch and
dreamed.- Was it her friend the cdt-bird, or
her comrade tho.priolo 7 Did flowers,dance_
before hes ninul's eye, or did she wander
amid visionary forests T Something tells me
that Sister Anne dreamed-of none of these,
much as she loved_ them. But Liao summers
ago, is bill young fbltoW, - tellit blue bn - ght
,eyes, Sind long dirk hair, came to board for
three Months et the house, bringing with
him a small valise and sketch-book. lie,
too, like Sister Anne, wandered all day in
the wood* and fields, and it. often' _happened
that the wandered together. They explored
the pleasant poaches that-lie along the Sound
opposite to
. the hazy Norwalk abort', They
watched th j e getiibi of the sunshine. upon
the blue 'itZters &a the plinny'Woode ; and
that summer Sister Anne heard itwoitor mu
sic than the pang of birds, and had 4ther
companions than the oriole and eat-bird.
The young artist, Stephen Basque, was a
now revelation to 'the, young girl. For the
first time, mho had found one who understood
her love pf nature, and did not lade upon her
adoration of birds and Sowers a 4 mere folly.
lie .l4klxr of art nrul beauty, and Sister
Anne ewakened to poetry, until 'then a di-
Vinis47 eut/filsewe.life het Itee * ealtPle . of
voluates of Tennyson, and she beheld how,
by a magic art, life. and subitance, and s
the passion and beauty of earth, could be
transferred into print and paper to live for
ever. In the midst, of this delightful dtesun
:-Tream far mote delicious than- all her bird
and foreet visions, Stephen Basque packed
up his steal' valise and largo sketch-book,
and Went off to New York city to pursue his
art. Poor Sister Anne left doubly alone;
and when who went out into the fields for
the Brat time after his ileparturo, it seeped
as if the birds no longer k?tew- her as of old.
She wandered new - less than of yore, but
shut herself up in her room, which soon be
gan to be littered with bits of paper scraw
led all over. Her mother and sisters grumb
led in vain ; her little rtoom was to
. lier a
sanctuary, and 'she fled there from persecu
tion. It *rem* then to me, that at the um.
I inent-Liatude-to Efillter dune tatkirt the'
and dreatned of Stephen Basque.
"As Itattal—idlo ! Will you never do
anything uselld,;nhild I" cried Mrs. Plymott,
!Sister Anne's excellent mother.. " Look let
' your sisters busy on 'father's shirts, and you
—yon do nothing but sit like a lady all (ley
long, with your hands before you."
" I can't vrork, Mother," answered Sister
Anne, starting from but retterio with an ex•
preiSiOn of sudden pain, as the old lady
emerged from the •cottage door, her large
hands parboiled with washing. I knoll I
am very useless to you, but it pains nto to
suf.?' • , •
" NMI? huh!" cried Mts. , Plyinstt.—
" You aro the skit (AIM whole tints°. Do
you know what they call you ? You don't !
well they call you Mother Plymott's Duch
eNs." '
Mater Arnie eMiled eadly.
'"We hare no linen in America," glini
"so theyaro irrom."
"Oh ! it's easy for you to torn it Into a
jest, trot I tell you it's no joke for inc to have
a child that . iii , not ablo / rei earn cent for
herself, or save ono „for, me, ,What would
you do; Mils," t)rd old woman confirmed
with a savage after, "If father and I were
to die ? Br would you - earn your
eh ?"
" I don't know exactly," said Anne, " but
I don't supped. that God would alluat me to
•dt of starvation any more than ho allows
the robin mid the chirpping•bird."
Mrs. Plymott burst into a loud coarse
laugh.
"So you'd See on berries, and sleep ih the
hedges, mi pretty little robin, would you ?
- Oh ! how pleasant you'd And it ! I'll lay ip
a lot of poke-berries for you this fall, and
.your feeding will be cheap &ming the win
ter." " •
"Dope my feeding cost you %Itch, mo
ther?" naked Sister Anno:
" Afpre th e you :we worth," wile the hru
tul reply.
" Then it shan't cost yott anything tor the
future," answered the yonng girl, whose
droainy face lit iip - kr a Moment Aith a flash
ott insulted pride.
Oh! we're °Weeded, are we we are
plug to earn our yam liting r- (road to you
childl Let us amp how long this good-reso
lution will last."
Timger than ).ur imniime, mother," said
Slater Anne, rqtreatinr, quietly to ber mom.
Slie had taken on A sudilenlmsatnimireso
littion. Tier_ arrangements Were quickly
made. She picket up a few things is a
small bUndle, examined her pockets, which
she found contained exactly the slim of eight
and sixpence. This done, she ant herself
down to her littlo table and continued to
write on several slips of paper until late in
the night. ,
The next morning Sister Anne was tip by
daylight, reitispecting her little tiundlo of
clothes, and making up. her slips of paper
ieto a small mired. This done, she slipped
into the breakfast parlor, anti sat down to
breakfast calmly as . usual.
" Welloirerymt - rung tn Idle f i day, as
usual I" said her sister Mary.
" No," answered Sister Anne, with n queer
sin going th he'tery industrious."
I=l
Then as soon ablnenkfast wag; concluded,
NfIC11! out imolaterred by her Industrious
family, and, 'bundle in hand, set of for the
railway station, which 11140 distant about
two tttilep. Aa she walked along the
scrubby plain the May fires tier seemed to
have vanished. She ran and skipped along,
and tossed her bundle airily and song vague
melodies to herself. The flee too dill end
calm seemed on fire with bold resolves. Aa
suredly Sister Anno had some great scheme
hi her little head.
She reached the station, paid frotirc,f
her eight shillings for a ticket to Now Yorit.
and seated herselttimidly in a vacant chair,
It was the first time in her life that 'Sister
Anne* been ou a railroad, and it was
with Much wonder and alarm that she be
hold herself whirled along until trees, MO
fields, and houses seemed to melt into con
fused mass. Ere she had eeared to tremble
and' wonder the cam went more and more
slowly, and she 'Was iisfornied that she had
arrived at Brooklyn. She hurried out, and
following the stream, found herself on board
'a ferryboat, and in a fear secondli stress the
rirer, and in thelfre — ireity. Never haVing
hien in New York but once before, Sister
Anne, knew nothing whatever of the huge
town, but being a stout little body, and hav
ing learned is sort of fearless freedom limn
her friends the birds, she asked the first per
son she met tp direct lief to the office pf the
' Aloe daily newspaper. The man said he
was going in that direchion,Asul that if she
would keep him In sight he would point out
the very door. , Bo Slater Anne, 'With her
?precious teuhdle hi her bend, trotted oil' after
her civil guide until thy reitched that clus
ter Of Streets that all merge into the Park,
and where newspaper offices are as thick as
blackberries. '
" Vim, Miss," said the man, paintiffic to
4 tau, dirty.lookl4 building, " there is tho
office of the Daily Alqt.. &lbw's reaps aip
on the third story."
Thank YOl l , Sitimawered Sister Anne,
with a little binl-hlte nod of the . head, and
in a moment she wal climb* up tkii steep
stairs, dimly lighted, leading to -the odltor's .
.
No ono oeenpd to take the idightort notice
of her as she entered. Seven or, eight men
wore all sitting at 4sisks, cutting up news
papers, written as if by steuira, tufting ,ovet
nevrbmics, amidst o horrldolitter ofpaSra
and pone, and - ill the - , paraphernalia of on
editorial room. ihister Anne timidly
it ifno ' ‘l - could he seen. The
scratching of pens censed i tor an histant—onp
of the men looke&tip, pointed with his pen
to an inner door ? and went on writing again.
In the Inner room the child found a hand"
sonic Warded gentleman alone, and very
'Amy writing. She stood for some june ,a
little inside the door, expecting that would
look up. seemed, however, as uncon
scious or her presence *a if odd did not exist.
"Please, Aii!" said Sister Anno, after
waiting to be. spoken to as long as she
thought Was reasons:ilk, -
The guntremarf looked quickly up.
" What cant do foryoiti7 said he, kitylly
enough, but still looking lui'lrfier
that shy' ad not interrtipbell hirn.
",rleqiie, sir,"saiiiht intruder,
This singular, annollneement seemed to
cam!, ltignense surprito to the cflitor of .thu
Aloe. Oe.lopened Ms eyes very will!, aril
looked %TRY an inereck4Olts stuile at the child
ish fight() before hint
" You, Filbert!" Ile cried. "You tae au:
thor of those eharmi; o pperns that lisTo ap
peared from time to ln the Aloe ? why
it's impossible! You can't he more than
fourteen !"
Dater Anne,
"and indeed, Sr, fln Filbert.l'
" Sit down," said the editor, and tell Me
what I can do for you."
Sister , Anne took a seat, and put her hand
in herpocliet, from which she extracted 'a
paper bundle. " Here," she said, " are ten
More poems, Sir. I flak" they are as rod
as the first ones."
The editor took them With a smile, gladced
At the handwriting, scorned amvinced of the
little kuthoress' identity, and said :
"'Who taught you to write such charming
poetry VI
"I don't know, Sir," answered Sister
Anne, flushing, " but I think I learned it in
the -fields, and from the birds and trees."
" Anti your nitinels-2!,
" Anna Plytriett, Sir. I live on Long Isl
and, but I have come to New York to bee if
t can earn some money by writing."
"It's a hard trade," answered the editor,
"All trades are hard," said Sinh Anne,
with a hopeful smile, " but - people Sycceed
in making lnonoy
_ _
tuy.wered.iha
a'eahMet-tuakerJuiti it hatter sham). than •
hook-maker. There is a greitter call for mA
logany than for mind."
" But my poetna ara' surely worth some
'thing," said the Innocent, with a confident
glance.
Of that thero ix no doubt. Vut you
won't get ono to give you any thing for
thetn."
" What !" exclaimed Sister Anne, " don't
You PPP for PootrY
• "My dear young lady," answered the edi
tor of the Noe, we only pay fot nira and
valuable nutter," - -
" So you 'nit pay me for 'arty. of my
poertis 1"
'it would, I assure you, be a deviation
from our estabbabed rote.l'
If they aro not saloatic, ssly, then do
yoti publish then/ P asked Sister Anne, with
untaught logic:
pecause ,wo thought them good, 'and
aomi) of our readers like grksl poetry."
" Theo, if readers, like it, it in worth
1 . 0*"
T 1
editor df the Alne smiled compassion
ately at this inniseetit poetess, who eoected
to receive gleamy in NUM for her labor and
her *end._ ti.vres. oertaiely • Teri abenrd
. _
"Give me ma Newts, Sir," said Sistei-
Anse, leery brusquely, .• I can't aftwd to
give theta fqr nothing." _
.„,c. And we can't afford to buy theft)," an
swered the editor, very wiurtewusly handing
luck the Bundle of manuscript.
Sister Ain't° bowed ihsiistleally, took her
bundle, And stalked ilidignantly out of the
I office. When she got lute the street, how
-1 ever. a sick, hopeles seueatkin seemed to
criwl Over her heart: All her *anficipstions
were destroyed at a single flow. The poems
which she had labored at in secret, and
which, when alto saw them published, had
given 'birth to such wild hopes, were then of
no actual value, anti all her expectations, of
flaking money and supporting herself were
at an end. She would have given worlds to
have gone back into the 0111(10, aild asked the
editor's tulrice as to what idle should do, but
heripride was wounded, and she would not
stoop to ask a favor of one *be she thought
had treated her so badly. Oh ! if she could
only meet Citeiplwrt lissoile. tin she walk
ed on thkough the orowdet streets, where
she was Jostled s$ pushed bout by the es
ger throntof people, each bent same
mcniey getting, errand as herself ; and she res
ted a little in ono of the parkerstidtook a
cheap meal in a restaurant, whiedu &Maimed
all her remaining money except a fcry tents,
and then as evening cadre' on, she Mt as if
she would gladly have encoimbsred death
sooner than face -the great heartless city 4 7
night:
Poor Sister Anno was tompletett
derod. What was she to do I Nd Mende l
no mosey, no place tolleep. .16*rd t tete!.
bin ; and sho now began to regret having
stalked Sart majestically from' that prsetl
edit4 who woukl npt pay foivtietiy.'
She was looking in through the ithodoW of
a brilliantly lighted print.ahop, mid admiring.
the splendid engravings, in spite ofilbeteari
that stood hiller byes, when she observed ►
rung man stop and looks ber verisatten
tively. It was not difiloolt 4114ti (r iir
x :iste
Anne now . . It night, and h 'ends
the Nrds y hOwevcr bold by day, were timer.
oms ithltSsi at night, iirS4 she was like them
so the steady ge re of this young num alarmed
41 4 . She imPlefllatclx m9reLaway, but to
her great diamity he followed, Mid presently
addrefised her, lle said that ICU* a beau
tiful night, hat Sister Anne only quickened
her pace. Ha nest ventured - on a renion
striince about her ninning away IR : quickly
from him, awl eoollyinuniott his Min Under
hers. Poor Sister Anne thought she would
mink into the earth:
"Go ,away Plume to go away, Sir !"
she, cried, haltfaintlng. "I don't know you!
I don't wish you to &Vow me !"
—"But reany-f-tint-net-be so unghtint u
to let you walk alone," said the young run,
pertiturionnly. "Pray let me seeyou itotrpt , ."
tkinre no how cried Sister Atine,in
an agony of Mr:
"Oh, ho !"cried her eompisnion ; "so that's
rt. Let nie offer yon one, then."
"Oh!" iturreeecil the prior girl, "it Bte
phep BiteqUe wet only heir !"
"Who tails tor Stephen Basque V' Raid a
passer•by, - suddenly catching the Words, and
stopping.
"I—l !" cried Sister Anne, rushing toward
. . . r, yr
"Why, Sifter Anne! L ilposaible that
thin is you ?" cried StiPlien himself, winding
ik protecting amt around her. "'That's the
row ?"
" That man—that man !" Robbed Sister
Anne, pointing to a respectable looking, fat
4141 gentlemen, who had just atoppea, at
tracted by the peen.
Stephen rnarchd tip to him instantly.
" What you mean, Sir," said he , "by
insulting this lady r
" Mel" eiselaimed the man. " I fever
saw her before in my life!" •
" Oh, it isn't him." cried Anne, Who by
this time had recovered her senses ; then
looking round for the true delinquent, it was
found that he had vanished. Stephen, of
course, offered his apologies to the-bewildered
old gentleman, and explained the mistake;
;lien making Slater Anne take his ern, he
burst through the little crowd that Pad id.
rettify forthed argund them, and parched- up
the street.
" I knew you were Di the city," he said
to hia companion, ha 14V111 as the ar were clear
00.10 throng: " tbe editor of Die Aloe re
bitted to me a curious interview bo kad, with
you to day. Wirpe arc you stgying
" No where,' *aid Saner Atme, red WA.
gi h t ikne '
i 4 Why, now is that ?"
" I have no money. I expected to be mid
for my poems," and the poin child sobbed
bitterly.
" That, indeed, was expecting much. So
you really 'wrote those delightful poema!
Wkt, Rater Attne, or Filbert, you arc a go
niu; !"
•• Thed'e very little good to me if I ritn't
make money," a4id Filbert, etaTiobbiiiii.
" Not by poettly, •
ver en yottr littlehead that there it A
style of composition named Nose. 1 1 tople
always pay for prose."
Sister Anne lifted her head. There was a
gleam of hope in this. •
" Tlo yoti think I could write muse 1" she
said., timidly.
you try )aryl, third( you might. I
Icill.iikZ i v x e m r t , rd y respectable old lady Wholeeps
A nice itlir house in Fourth Avenue.
You dual gd there to-right. In the nam
ing I will see if I can get wane newspaper to
give,Fpu artmogisnent to wild veins pretty
cOOttla sketches. , You can - MIL them
Drip' Leaves,' Or some other _vegetable
title. and they will he utire to succissl."
Sister_ Anne ;aid nothing., but gratefully
pressed Stephe n ' s arm : and that night, when
she was installed at oltlltni. Within's lsAard
inghouse, slie blessed the'Young fellow with
a virgial prayer. ' •
So, after all, Sister Anne start in New
‘York, *rid set up fur herself. Stephen got
LetAn engagensent on the Weekly Gong, and
y soon seine sensation began to be cres
ted by her aeries of sketches entitled '.Lich
eng,'„ under the signature of "Matilda Moss."
She stag paid for these tolerably well, and
had the triumph of writingho TUC to her fami
ly thtt she It A. 9 rurw supporting herself.
After she had been six months in thb city,
and had been asked to Miss Ransack's liter—
ary -soirees and ictitAlly war int the eve of
publishing a book, liteplienßas Caine into
her ii4ont one day with dancing eyes.
"Fi!bert !" ho cried, "I want you conni
-and pay a visit with me."
"Whore l" said filbert, raising her head
front her desk on ithieh she wits writing.
"At a lady's," enewered Btc,phbn, with ab
exulting '
“What Lady's I" and Sister Anne felt a
foreehedqwing of evil.
'Wel!, Filbert, the fact t'm goin . g to be
married, and— Why, Fillirrt,:whitt's the
matter V'
Poo Filbert wits as pale u death. Ito
bent her head over her desk, and her whole
thine quivered. Poor child! Rhe'lOted the
young fellow silently for two long yarn,
and now he' was going to.take another lo be
his darling. It woe very, Inird for her to
biar.
"Fiplart ! are you ill V' eeiett Stephen,
Ming her hemiontly.
"ND, no !" oho cried ,itrottiently, shrink-
IN; II:one his 4oueh." "It was only a pain
produced by stooping so long., !law natty,
Stephen ; lot us go sod see 1 0 4r...,404 0 -Y'
And Sister - Ailiainie — iith a staadylpunte
nom, and pm:cededto put op her bonnet..
"You wilt not have to go fir "cried Stephen,
with A Strap" joytnin twinktp in his eye/I
"She is waitirig . mutnt at my stntlib..)'.
- "Oorne !" geld Slater Anne, mid-Ain to
her martyrdom with sublime resolution.
"Tell me, Stophen, ix she pretty ?"
"Lovely as the deem •
"Young ?"
" A boht seventeen." -
"Clever!"
"Well; yrs. She is rather silent, how
ever, but She leeks intellechnil." -
"Ma l y God Mee& you and her!" cried Lis
ter Anne, clasping hie hand eonvtilsively,,es
they reached the door of the studio.
"Atnon !" unelected Stephen fervently, re;
turning-the prineUte:
The door Opened and they entered, The
room was cnipty.
"She is gowo—tired of waiting perhapa,"
liourtnured prior Anne, with a nigh $f relief.
'Ni, she in behind -this curtain." answer..
bd Stephen, nteppigg up to a red merino cur
tain that hung across one side of the ntudin.
"Filbert, allow MO to present in you Mina
Be drew the curtain aiLldenly snide, and
to ! there in t huge gold frame...llo*nd saw
a full length e o a l ,r,itpr l tr a lf, she uttered
a cry of joy and ru ming to Steplich, hid her
blushing cheeks on his breast,
-"You surely arc not surprised, Filbert ?"
said Stephen, half reproachfully.
"I mu," she answered. "I neyer dreamed
orboing so happy. What made you paint
this picture', though ?"
"It. was may...way of making you whether
you would here me. You have not answered
yet though, Planet l"
Filbert took the young artist by the hand.,
~orr. lei(' ling him -up to thg „picture, •saifir
"There, Sir, is your bride. Why don't you
kiss her, "
'True," said Stephen, "I forgot that;"
but instead of kiising the picture he kissed
the original, whaaacreamed a little, blushed
more, called him herd names, and theta nes
tled up closer to him than ever.
"Filbert," said Stephen after it pause: "1
intend to ask the editorof the Aloe to be my
bridesman."
' "I consent," cried Filbert gayly. "if he
had Paid me cur my poems
. 1, should not have
met you that night, and-7
"I should not have painted your picture!"
"Tell your friend the editor, Stephen, ttutt
' I dravw ktrsalteerpoetry for ever."
"But"Mt batc.not—". .
"I have. Am I not going to be married VI
1'1:o:4:v101901' I. 1;
During the session of 1794-1, a wealthy
merchant-in conformiti with the custom of
the times—gave a dinner party to a few
gentlemen, among whom was a member of
Congress of that period. On the appointed
day, however, the lady of the bowie was
sornewhatasmoyed, st an early boor, by the
intrusion of an old men it the door. Having
been met by ii - servi - ►int, he inquired 'Miele*.
• .une whom we call Mr.
Topboim—wax at home. • Upon receiving a
nefatiro reply, and being furthermore inform.
ea that he would not be at }mule for three or
four haunt, the did Man maid, " Well then,
being an 1 aTh lien., I may an tvell nmain
until lie comer."
" Please wait a Moment." slid the ser
vant ; " I will call Mrs. Cepheus to tlle doors
and see what she will say." •--
The servant then ran and called the mer
chants wife, who msde her Open. rnu•e. The
old man then repeated what he had salt td
theserrant--tlat being as he wd•M tl4re he
might as well tennatmitilher ling band4attio.
" Well," replitxl MN. T., '• if you will
stay. just walk through the alley, sad go
hack to the kitchen 4iid teko n scat."
Nyttiing ditunted. the old man olif.yed or
deni, 4nd ptivtied through the Alley to the
kitditthildtere - he - Putrid - Tifru. - T., tpul - the
selystits very limy ettr,,e.ged it) preparing
dinner.
Supposing him some old man seeking em
ployfhent, Mrs. T., was tree in calling into
requisition his aertrices 'in her wont al' Tre
paring dinner, and he was equally Willing
ifid ready tg render all assistance possible.
" Ind man," skid she, suppo o e you take
the bucket. go to the hydrant, and draw
sumo water." Me at once and readilyzeono.
pliod with the request. "Old tan," again
said she, " suppose 'you assist me a little in,
preparing dinner; as tie 4le 4 dinner party
to-dap, and we are match hurried indeed.—
Just peel a few potatoes, if ythrplease." No
sooner was the request made than the " old
man " grd,iay fork peeling paisizoes with 4
rittst good will. After' all things were Rai
"cietitly advanced to release Mrs. T. from fur
ther supervision, she went into her cluHtiber
to arrange her ballet to receive hpr Mishainl'a
guorrts. At the proper time her heehaw. I
iri,Afid then, one by one, came those
Wig were to dine with the men that Tu
due tithe all arrived but one—the M. Cr!: Mr.
Tot:dram then !regal) to express his surprise at
rho absence of the Virginia representative, qs
hethought he would certainly love been pre
of the first, if tiot the first, tormake his ap;
pearance. Mrs ; T's meniory, which seerncti
to have provwi 'father treacherous,
effulgent, and she acquainted hop husband
with the fact that there was an qld num in
the kitchen who had been waiting to ace Itlin
for the last three or folic hours. Mr. T. iro
mediately repaired to. the kitchen to ascer
tain the " old man's " wants, when to ! and
behold ! who should be find'
hinnielfl Astonished heyotiks;;suro, sad
.w i tft2 omdlised utteratioe:
IVliy, how ante you here?
replied, "I was invited to the kitelien by your
wife, and as I name much beam dinner hour, .!
f have been ;11;11101m nayseN useful." Mr. T.
at once incited qnd rceinpaniedhintinto the
parlor, and nitrocittocil him ..to bin
guests as the •" 1 Ilion. Robert Rutherford, of
Virginia." The 'lndy'', feelings can be het•
ter imagined by Ifte retukr !Jinn deleribed by
the writer but the baltime of the dal , passed
off plesisatifly, saving ar-' Indy I N 11401111ellt,
resulting from not recognising tho 't Virginia
member of t!ongress."
•- Ts!. Jollier, litstiritahattint. •
CzAsoN'ti .Pitttottai pulobeilied
Malts., in pliesentiog its 'readers wide •
mess of the present4iltinguished Minister to
the coitrt of,St,'itntiliAlogethet with a view
of hirrtesillenee—"Whentland,l' Lin easter
county, PR.. girett the following brief syniip
eis to the country ghee the eutnroqtrnt
of his - polities! career, in 1814:
"As ft statesinusn, he his longternpsonii
meaty before tlid country, which 10 lids - . .
served in v a rious imporiont . capiscitiCs. Ile •
was bm'n in Prunklin•county, l'ennsylvatne,
April 12, 171)1, and is therefore in his sixty:
third year- Ile early Monied for tha litati . .
and at - theentset.cif,life evinced a desire far
a polklis, ewrger,...tual was sotively enliopal
while unite young lii politics. 1ii.1814, he
was nominated for niertibership MAIL ITouse
' of Representatives ue tar q State Legislature ,
and was duly elected. Ile was re-elected
the succeeding year. j As the istaition was
one which was not high y promotive of final•
cid and professional interests, he declined
another re-election, lie nos chosen tn re
present his district in Congress in 182 n, -mid
took his Neat in that in the' folkiwing -
yeitr. .lle continued a ten't rof the House
of Itepresentit i too tin 1 the ourth of March.
' 1831. Rion after h s f election , he de
-1 dined rendering fertile services, and leith
iipe
drety to private life. En 1881. (len. Jackson
proffered him the mission to Resit; which
he was induced to accept. Immediately af
ter his return in 0134. he Was chosen to fill_
an unexpired term in the Senate of the riii- •
ted States. In 1838, he was elected file 4
full term, and in 1843. was re-elected to die
same post. He was selected by President
Polk, in 1845, to fill the office of Secretary
of State, the duties of which he diSchanted
till the close of Mr. Polk 'A‘ adminiateation.
On Mr. Lawrence's return from Eingismil, Mr,
Buchanan became hie successer. The sketch
below, of the home residence of Mr. Buchan
an, is situated in the “Eilett of Pennsylva
nia," as Lancaster county is rolled. It is
within twenty minutes , wolk of Inncliater,
and about two-and a half hour's Ode ofPhil
adelphia. The grounds. though small in ex
tent—about thirty tears—are beautifully lei&
out tat insikea and lassos sled ore tuang w itty' -
the most luxuriant Tines and shrtibbery of
every decriptlon.- At tile feet of the lawn is
it very Dirge spring °few!, refreshing seater,
vi`hich, alligator to say, contains in solution -
little or nti carbonate of lime , while all the
springs for nudes around are more or leas im
pregnated with it. It is rendered.'" icieely
little spot for nieditotion pr reiery, be its
drapery ofgrelecful weeping willows. Mack
'of the lstildings is a pre4 piece of wood
land, muter whose ample abode we could
take a. delightful aftentodni
,snooze, or tst •
whose walks a moonligh t Carol !. svouid be ' -
charming. Tu the leg alt extensive ,gar
den, laid out in parterres. .I, l :4teranait losi-
tlent of 'Wheatland, inspeaking of the saki-
Itrity of its air, remark..!•Ettriatelsepoint--
- We never mice nii:red the services of a phy 7
awls+ except," continued he. "On (alarm
occasion," The home- itself is over a trn
tired feet in length,•sini, though largo anti '`
substantial. IS 111 llerfeet Iwcortlance wifKihp
strictest republican simplicity. in tun •
format to the tastes, add character of ita•
eminent pmpriefpr, the interior in all its Ile
tails, thotigli cothfortatite and neat, is thor-
Cro h n i ;e4l ) t e tni; ra 'l tt( ii'mn: h g l i t t l t ti e j ir l of f" P c „e rt e- Y
ton, add subsequently to fix-Seeretary Mere:
filth, of Philadelphia. After the dismohstiOri- •
pf l'reeklent t'a l k 's admintstrati in 1840.
Mr. &idylls+ Him Sornitairy of Mate, ge- •
siring to ateinthin the dinnoil listigitesif
public lice fitir the quid and ,regesas-06-. ,
private citizenship, piirchaSni lreetbuid„ .
and in et.impanr with his &Milt, emUniting
of his niece, nephew, a Indy Act Maras house
keeper dud domestic., he has made it h it!
home ever smee. Here, then, in hig natno
State, Luton the field (1 his former triumphs, -
Ile has kit a life of )tranquility, eiSsepied, ,
when not engaged in study, either in the eg
ereise of a generous hospitality-ton ants Ilia
friends, or in social intercourse will{ his
family. Here he remained until carted upon
by the President to the respouslblo station
(if enfoy to (;real Britain. The peaceful.
lock that “ 'Wheatland" hears about it is
moist inviting to not c'yc ; rand' w er; ' .
thidk that its illitstriims owner would' gli
for a time when be may Rat amen beneokh '
his own vine tand fig tree..'
No:Arms Tii KlLr,ll,t\g.—The WaS'ainglon
Ififion of Satiiivlay last, say :f-"We are in
hirmrl that a person who desiresls name
tilasielitib unknown hp; addregs toi.ljka
4hief tha Russian legation a dirk or
fair t ousand dollars, to to tranargittihl to
his government. The tinknovtn donfir, who
hilly signed the initials M. Y., states
letter that, of admiration for the galhint
tlefeneo of Sethstopol, he rkndr thiti - libes4l
sum of 'tummy to be distributed agrultthe
widows
,and orphans of the Russian sokliers
Who fell bravely Lighting lot t their }tomes,
,j.galtist foreign iggrenaors.
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THA4I/11 , says ho once 1914 IA idea of
collecting en tip, lies the Eng tih
the French, and the Freucll about the fine
lish during clip . Napoleonic period.—Es. • •
Hut Thicken - abandoned din idea the niot
ment the deciples of "Silly': and SetoihPson,
eluded to Fuse. The lies of Pie Tu t elotijain,
are no far ahead of either EMMA or , Prolsch - -
lien both in bomber ind vend - U . O, thig airy"
wilt nil at keipt the more voluttleiti z .. •
, ,
i TN& Ifouty-lstp*vais in 114psotiri 'utile
joi hod the ertfainle hot nsttlio lli.thmTatti&sat4,
Irefuse to tolefatti 'ths{s }Watching and ofitV
ineetiispi.--la, Scatted - . - - , i ~'
'Why not I If any finpposc that " doWq -
with the Catholics " will NatitirY MT.._ " •
tatkln; the know little bt' the bandit'
tx
whom make le t looti— and woe be tollmise'%
'
loosfm him !—Ohio Statearkei..,
,
Rat epoo! Sit`! . 3.-I.lie littea 4 ani4 h0ptv.......
rattly thW fairtirt eatimido of' Cho TeiNiko - '
eximhtion of the earth, is as fol 'Ws : p :,:,
60,1/00,000: Christie %.Oa' "• ii :-/ -
himmedisnm, 146,009,01)0; tlatylasl A i i '
Of Christians, there arei 170,0W1100 ' i ''''' ' '
lie :_91),000,01$) Protestant ; 110:000,000 r
the qr,...HAlgaia..._ O
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