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Dr]
Beyond me and above me, fur awn y
From colder poets lies a land Elysian—
The haunted land where Shakspeare's ladies stray
Through shadowy groves and golden glades of
vision;
And there I wander oft, as poets may,
Cooling the fever of a hot ambition,
Wong ghostly shades or palaces divine,
And pray at Shakspeare's fonts as at a shrine '
Fair ore those ladies all, some pure as foam.
And sadder some than earthly ladies are;
From Juliet, calm and beautiful as home,
Whom lore was whiter than the morning star,
To Egypt, when the rebel lord of Rome
Lolled at her knee and wateled the world from
far—
Selllmg his manhood for a woman's kiss,
But fretting in the heyday of his bibs.
There Portia argues love against the Jew,
With guilts 11111 quiddidos of azure eyes;
Fidele mourns for Posthumus untrue,
And wanders homeleii.s under angry skies;
There white aphelia moans her ditties new,
Sad as the swan's wierd music when it dies,
There roaming hand in hand, ns free as wind,
%Valk little Celia and tall Rosalind.
And slender Julia walks in man's attire,
Prai-ing her own sweet face wide li Proieus wrongs
Miranda, died from kisses, strikes the lyre
Of her own wishes into fairy songs
And striiii!e.s Herm flit-ping into fire,
Chide= will, her depth the lie her love prolongs
With buxom ilcatrice,whose heart denies
The jevt she still endorses with her eyes:
Shipwrecked Marina wanders through the night.
Blushing at sound, and trembling for the morn;
And blue-eyed Constance riQes up her height
To fortify her hope with words of scorn;
The lass of Florizelin tearful
Still seeks her hope in labyrinths forlorn;
And high upon a pinnacle. I see
Cordelia weeping at the weld King' s knee!
And in the darkest corner of the land
Walks one with blacker brows and looks of pain,
lb:art-haunted b) the amide of past cotatn tnd—
The pale-friers! Queen. who rinsed beside the Thane;
And *till she moans, mid eyes a bloody hand
Titut once was lily-while without antrum
Robbed of the strength which helped the Thane to
climb,
When growing with the grandeur of his crime.
But in the centre of a little hall,
Rool'd by a patch of sky with kora and moon,
Thema stghs a love-nick madrigal,
Thorned in the led heart of urose of June;
And round about, the fairies rise and full
Like daisies' shadows to alt elfin tulle;
Behind them, plainlng through a citron grove,
Moves gentle Bennie, chasing hope mid love.
I dream in this delicious land, where song
Epitomized all beauty and alt love,
riuntlinr an my mother's face. the throng,
Of Lithe. Ih,ougn is shady vistas move;
Time listens to the eorrow they prolong,
And Fancy weeps beside them, and above
Broods Altb,le, wearing on her gwilen wings
The darkness of nubliine imaginings.
O let me, dreaniing on in this sweet place,
DIIIM near to Shake-pc:ores soul with reverent eyes,
Let me dream on forgetting time and space,
PtlVililoll * li m u golden Parattarc,
Where smile. are conjured on the stately fare,
And truelove Lines mix with tears and sighs;
Where each immortal lady still prolongs
The life our Shakespeare cale,ttured m songs.
And in the spirit's twilight, when I feel
Hard visaged Labor recommending leisure,
Let me thus climb to ta:ry heights and steal
Soft commune with the shapes all poets treasure,
Wrapt in luscious life from head to heel,
Swimming from trance to trance of spzechless pica
sure;
And now and then, not erring, d ream of bliss,
‘Vliose brimful soul ruts over in a kiss!
11. PFA li LER,
Locust etreet.
The General's Match-Making
[CONCLUDED]
V-TILE GENERAL'S MAIM:MS FAIL, BUT TIM
"Well, my dear boy," began the General
one day after dinner, "the Pelhams inter
rupted me this morning in what I was going
to say to you. You can't deceive me, so
you needn't try. I've seen your game, Mas
ter Sydie, though you thought I didn't.—
How do you know, you young dog, that I
shall give my consent?"
"Oh, bother, governor, I know you will,"
cried Sydie, aghast; "because, you see,
though the fellow is no end of a swindle,
and the wine he sends us is most beastly
Cape, we can't get it anywhere better on
tick; and if you let mo have a few cool hun
dreds I can give the men such slap-up wines
—and it's my last year, General."
"You sly dog," chuckled the governor,
"I'm-not talking of your wine merchant,
and you know I'm not, Master Sydie. It's
no good playing hide•and-seek with me; I
can always see through a millstone when
Cupid is behind it, and there's no need to
beat round the bush with me, my boy. I
never gave my assent to anything with
I greater delight in my life; I've always meant
you to marry Fay, and—"
"Marry Fay I" shouted Sydie. "Good
Ileavens I governor, what next? What an
ideal Bless your old heart! why in the
name of fortune, have you been raining
your head against that?" And the Cantab
threw himself back and laughed till be
cried, and Snowdrop and her pups barked
furiously in a concert of excited sympathy.
"Why, sir, why?—why, because—devil
take you, Sydie—l don't know what you are
laughing at, do you?" cried the General,
starting out of his chair.
"Yes, I do, governor; you're laboring un
der a most delicious delusion."
•'Delusion!—ehY—what? Why bless my
soul, I don't think you know what you are
Baying , Sydie," stormed tbo General.
"Yes, I do; you've an idea—how you got
it into your head Heaven knows, bat there
it is—you've an idea that Fay and I are in
love with one another; and I assure you
you were never more mistaken in your
life."
Egrhg.
From All the Year Round
Shakspeare's Women.
grintixoto.
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"NO ENTERTAINMENT IS SO CHEAP AS READING, NOR. ANY PLEASURE SO LASTING."
COLUMBIA, PENNSYLVANIA, SATURDAY MORNING, SEPTEMBER 22, 1860.
Seeing the General standing bolt upright
staring at him, and looking deucedly
apopletic, Sydie made the matter a little
clearer.
'Fay and I would do a good deal to oblige
you, my beloved governor, if we could get
up the steam a little, but I'm afraid we
really can not. Love ain't in one's own
hands, you see, but a skittish mare, that
gets her head, and takes the bit between her
teeth, and bolts off with you wherever she
likes. Is it possible that two people who
broke each other's toys, and teased each
other's lives out, and caught the measles of
each other, from their cradle upwards,
should fall in love with each other when
they grow ups: Besides, I don't intend to
marry for the next twenty years, if I can
help it. I couldn't afford to add a milliner's
bill to my tailor's, and I should be ruined
for life if I merged my bright particular star
of self into a respectable, larking-shunning,
bill-paying, shabby hatted, family man.—
Good Heavens: what a train of horrors comes
with the bare idea 1"
"Do you mean to say, sir, you won't mar
ry your cousin?" shouted the General.
"Bless your dear old heart, yes, governor
—ten times over, yes! I wouldn't marry
anybody, not for half the universe !"
"Then I've done with you, sir—l wash
' my hands of you !" shouted the General,
tearing up and down the room in a quick
march, more beneficial to his feelings than
his carpet. "You are an ungrateful un
principled, shameless young man, and are
no more worthy of the affecti' n and the in
torest I've been fool enough to waste on you
thin a tom-cat. You are an abominably
selfish, ungrateful, armature' boy ; and
t, ou.:h you are poor Phil's ton, I will tell
you my mind, sir; and I must say I Olio':
your conduct with your cousin, making lo%a
to her—desperate love to her—winning her
affections, poor unhappy child, and then
making a jest of her and treating it with a
laugh, is disgraceful, sir—disgraceful, do
you hoar?"
"Yes, I hear, General," cried Sydie, con
vulsed with laughter; "but Fay cares no
more forme than for those geraniums. Wo
are fond of one another, in a cool, cousinly
sort of way, but—"
"Hold your tongue 1" stormed the Gen
oral. "Don't dare to say another word to
me about it. 'You know well enough that
it has been the one delight of my life, and if
you'd had any respect or right feeling in
you, you'd marry her to-morrow."
"She wouldn't be a party to that. Few
women are blind to my manifold attractions;
but Fay's one of 'em. Look here, governor,"
said Sydie, laying his hand affectionately on
the General's shoulder, "did it never occur
to you that though the pretty castle's knock
ad down, there may be much nicer bricks
left to build a new one? Can't you see that
Fay doesn't care two buttons about me, but
cares a good' many diamond studs about
somebody else?"
"Nothing has occurred to me but that you
and she are two heartless, selfish, ungrateful
chits. Hold your tongue, sir!"
"But, General—"
"Hold your tongue, sir; don't talk to me,
I tell you. In love with somebody else ? I
should like to see him show his face here.
Somebody she's talked to for five minutes at
a race-ball, and proposed to her in s corner,
thinking to get some of my money. Some
swindler, or Italian refugee, or blackleg, I'd
be bound—taken her in, made her think
him an angel, and will persuade her to run
away with him. I'll set the police round
the house--I'll send her to school in Paris.
What fools men are to have anything to do
with women at all ! You scent in their con
fidence; who's the fellow?"
"A man very like a swindler or a black
lag—Gerald Keane, to be sure !"
"Keane!" shouted the General, pausing
in the middle of his frantic march.
"Keane," responded Sydie. "I passed
tbo door of his room just now, and Fay was
sitting in his easy-chair, with •her head on
the - dressing-table, sobbing her life out over
a cigar-case he'd left behind birn."
"Iteane!" shouted the General again.
"God bless my soul! she might as well have
fallen in love with the man in the moon.
Why the devil couldn't she like the person
I'd chosen for her ?"
"If one can't guide the mare one'sself,
'tisn't likely the governors can for one,"
muttered Sydie.
"Poor, dear child ! fallen in love with a
man who don't care a button for hor, eh 1
Humph l—that's always the way with wo
men•—lose the good chances, and fling
themselves at a man's feet who cares no
more for their tomfoolery of worship than
he cares for the blacking on his boots.—
Devil take young people, what a torment
they are ! The ungrateful little jade, how
dare she go and smash all my plans like
this? and if I ever set my heart on anything,
I set it on that match. Keane l he'll. no
more love anybody than the stone cherubs
on the terrace. Ile's a splendid head, but
his heart's every atom as cold as granite.
Love her? Not a bit of it. When I told
him you wore going to marry her (I thought
you would, and so you will, too, if you've
the slightest particle of gratitude or common
sense in either of you,) he listened as quiet
ly and as calmly as if he bad been one of the
men in armor in the ball. Love indeed I
To the devil with love, say II It's the head
and root of everything that's mischievous
and bad!'
"Wait a bit, uncle!" cried Sydie, "yeM
told him all about your previous match-
making, eh ? And didn't he go off like a
shot two days after, when we meant him to
stay on a month longer? Can't you put
two and two together, my once wide-awake
governor? 'Tisn't such a difficult opera
tion."
"No I can't!" shouted the General; "I
don't know anything, I don't see anything,
I don't believe in anything I hate every
body and everything, I tell you! and I'm
a groat fool for having over set my heart on
any plan that wanted a woman's concur
rence ;
"For if •he will aim will, you may depend on't.
And II the won't elle WOll%. and tnere'a an end mit"
Confound Fay ! I've been dotingly fond of
that child, and this is the return I get."
Wherewith the General stuck his wide
awake on fiercely, and darted out of the bay
window to cool himself. Half way acrosB.
the lawn, he turnel sharp round, and came
back again.
"Sydie, do you fancy Keane cares a straw
for that child ?"
"I can't say. It's possible."
"Humph ! Well, can't you go and see
after him? It's a pity she should cry her
eyes out for him; she don't deserve it, though
—she don't deserve it, not one hit. Why
couldn't ehe marry you, and have no troll
ble? That's come of those mathematical
lessons. What a fool I was to allow her to
be so much with him!" growled the General,
with many grunts and half-audible oaths,
swinging round again, and trotting through
the window as hot and peppery as his own
idolised curry.
Keane was sitting writing in his rooms at
King's some tow days after. The backs
Looked dismal with their leafless, sepia
e-lured trees; the streets were full of slop
py mud and dripping under-grads' urn
-111.011.ar.; a rooat lo.,ked sombre and
du: k, wichnut ally its beau
nak tplok-eases, and massive library-table
and dark bronzes. His pen moved quickly.
his head was bent over the paper, his mouth
sternly set, and his forehead paler and more
severe than ever. The gloom in his cham
bers had gathered round him himself, when
his door was burst open, and Sydie dashed
in and threw himself down in a green leather
arm-chair.
"Well, Keane, here am I back again.—
Just met the V. P. in the quad, and he was
so enchanted at seeing me that he kissed me
on both cheeks, flung off his gown, tested
up his cap, and performed a pas d'estase on
the spot. Isn't it delightful to be so beloved?
Granta looks very delicious to-day, I must
say—about as refreshing and lively as an
acidulated spinster going district-visiting in
a snow-storm. And how are you, most no
ble lord?"
"Pretty well, considering the shock to
my nervous system occasioned by your ab
rupt entrance," answered Keane with a
laugh.
Following his impulse, Keane would have
fallen on the young fellow and pitched him
from his presence; following conventionali
ties and pride, he received him tranquilly
with a laugh.
"Nervous system! Didn't know you
went in for such things. Thought you were
all muscle and iron. I say, Keane, I have
such a lack to tell you. What do you think
the the governor has been saying to me?'
"How can I tell?" said Keane, the lines
of his mouth settling sterner still.
"Tell! No, I should not hare guessed it
if I had tried for a hundred years' By
George! nothing less than I should marry
Fay. What do you think of that?"
Keane traced Greek unconsciously on the
margin of his Times. Fur the life of him,
with all his self-command, he_ could not
Lace answered Sydie.
"Marry Fay! I!" shouted Sydie. "Ye
gods, what an idea! I never was so' aston
ished in all my days. Marry little Fay!—
the governor must be mad, you know. Bless
my heart, she's a nice little thing, but a
'young man married is a man that's mar
ried,' yuu know."
"You will not marry your cousin?" asked
Keane, tranquilly, though the rapid glance
and involuntary start did not escape Sydie's
eyes.
"Marry! 1! By George, no! She would'nt
Lave me, and I'm sure I would'nt have her.
She is a dear little monkey, and I'm very
fond of her, but I would'nt put the halter
round my neck for any woman going. I
don't like vexing the old brick, but it would
really be too great a sacrifice merely to
oblige him."
"She cares nothing for you, then?" said
Keane, leaning back in his chair, with the
first flush on his cheek that had come there
fur twenty years.
"Nothing? Well, I don't know. Yes, in
a measure, she does. If I should be taken
home on a hurdle one fine morning, she'd
shed some cousinly tears over my inanimate
body; but as for the other thing, not one bit
of it. 'Tisn't likely. We're a great deal
too like one another, too full of deviltry and
carelessness to assimilate. Isn't it, the de
lioious contrast and fix of the sparkling
acid of divine lemons with the contrariety
of the fiery spirit of beloved rum that makes
the delectable union known and worshiped
in our symposia under the blissful name of
Punch? Marry little Fay! By Jove, if all
the governor's match-making was founded
on no better reasons for success, it is a small
marvel that he's a bachelor now] By George
it's time for hail! Where'll be tbe Gener
al's slap-up Dry, Keane? I do wish Holy
Henry had put in his statutes that we were
to have champagne and claret ad libitum.—
Ile ought, if only as make up for that mis-
arable incubus so piously called 'doing chap
el.' But he was an uncommon slow coach
himself; and I'll be bound Margaret kept
the key, and only let him have a bottle nt
a time. Saints, when they're under the
rose, are generally worse than shoals of sin
ners all put together."
Enunciating which novel article of doc
trine and view of history, the Can tab took
himself off, congratulating himself on the
adroit manner in which he had cut the
Gordian knot that the General had muddled
up so inexplicably in his unpropitious match
making.
Keane lay back in his chair some minutes
his calm heart heating like a chained eagle's
wings; then he rose to dine in hall, pushing
away his b eke and papers, as if throwing
as:de with them a dull and heavy weight.
The robins sang,in the leafless backs, the sun
shone out on the sloppy streets; the youth he
thought gone forever was come back to him.
Oh, strange, stale story of Hercules and
Omphale, old as the hills, and as eternal!—
Hercules goes on in his strength, slaying
his hydra and his Laomedan for many years
but he conies at last, whether he like it or
not, to his Omphale, at whose feet he is con
tent to sit and spin long golden threads of
pleasure and of passion, while his lion's skin
is moth•enten and his club rots away.
Little Fay sat curled up un the study
hearth-rug, with Snowdrop at her feet, and
three puppies in her lap. reading a book
Keane had left behind him—a very light
and entertaining volume, being Delolme
"On the Constitution," but which she pre
ferred, I suppose, to "What Will lie Do
With It?" or the "Fenille's d'Automme,"
for the sake of that clear autograph, "Ger
ald Keane, King's Cu 11.," on its fly leaf.—
A. pretty picture she made, with her hand
some spaniels; and she was so intent on
what she was rending—the fly-leaf by the
way—that she never heard the opening of
the door, till a hand drew away her book.
Then Fay started up, oversetting the pup
pies one over another, radiant herself with
breathless delight.
"Monsieur Plato!"
Keane took her hands and drew her near
him.
"You do not hate me now, then?"
Fay put her head on one side with her
old willfulness•
"Yes, I do—when you -go away without
any notice, and hardly bid me good-by.—
You would not have left one of your mon
pupils so unceremoniously."
Keano smiled involuntarily and drew her
closer.
"If you do not hate me, will you go a
step further—and love me? Little Fay, my
own darting, will you come and brighten
my life? It has been a saddened and a stern
one, but it shall never throw a shade on
yours, and you alone have power to dissi
pate its gloom. Fay, tell me at once; I can
not bear suspense."
The wild little filly was conquered—at
least, she came to hand docile and subdued,
and acknowledged her master. She loved
him, and told him so with a frankness and
fondness which would have covered faults
far more glaring and weighty than little
Fay's.
"But you must never be afraid of me,"
whispered Keane, some time after, much
more passionate and entete than was credit.
able to his store of philosophy.
"Oh no! If I could not tell you every
thought that comes into my head—if I could
not have all my nonsense before you—if you
did not laugh at me, and with me. and let
me have my sunshine while I can—l should
be miserable. Perfect love casts out all fear
you know!"
"And you do not wish Sydio had never
brought me here to make you all uncom.
ortable?" smiled Keane.
"Oh, please don't!" cried Fay, plaintively.
"I was a child then, and I did not know
what I said."
"Then, being three months agn, may I ask
what you are now?"
"A. child still in knowledge, but your
child," whispered Fay, lifting her face to
his, "to be petted and spoiled, and never
found fault with, remember!"
"My little darling, who would have the
heart to find fault with you, whatever your
sins?" said Keane, resting his lips on hers,
all philosophy flung, I regret to say, to the
winds.
"Bless my soul, what's this?" cried a
voice in the doorway.
There stood the General in wide awake
end shooting-coat, with a spade in one hand
end a waterlog•pot in the other, too aston
ished to keep his amazement to himself.—
Fay would fain have turned and fled, but
Keane smiled, kept one arm round her, and
stretched out his hand to the govern - or.
"General, I came once uninvited, and I
am come again. Will you forgive me? I
have a great deal to say to you, but must
ask you ono question first of all. Will you
give me your treasure?"
"Eh! humph! What? Well—l suppose
—yes," ejaculated the General, breathless
from the combined effects of amazement,
and excessive and vehement gardening.—
"But, bless my soul, Keane, I should as soon
have thought of one of the stone cherubs or
that bronze Milton. Never mind, one lives
and learns. Mind? Devil take me, what
am I talking about? I don't mind at all;
I'm very happy, only I'd set my heart on—
you know - what. More fool I. Fay, you
little imp, come here. Are you fairly brok
en in by Keane, then?"
"Yes," said Miss ray, with her old mis-
$1,50 PER YEAR IN ADVANCE; $2,00 IF NOT IN ADVANCE
chief, but a new blush, "as he has ;remised
never to use the snaffle."
"God bless you, then, my little pet 1"
cried the General, kissing her some fifty
times. Then he laughed till ho cried, and
dried his eyes and laughed again, and
grunted, and howled, and shook both
Keane's hands vehemently. "I was a great I
fool, sir, and set about match-making when
I might have known those things never
grow where people want to plant 'em, and I
dare say you've managed much better. I
give her over to you, Keane. If I didn't,
though, it wouldn't much matter, for she's
a willful little puss, and would find her own
way to you somehow. I set my heart
en the boy, you know, but it can't be helped
now, and I don't wish it should. Be kind
to her, that's all; fur though she mayn't
bear the snaffle, the whip from anybody she
cares about would break her heart. She's
a dear child, Keane—a very dear child. Be
I kind to her, that's all."
On the evening of January 13th, begin
ning the Lent term, Mr. Sydenham Morton
sat in his own rooms with half a dozen
spirits like himself, a delicious aroma sur
rounding them of Maryland and rum-punch
and a rapid flow of talk making its way
through the dense atmosphere.
"To think of The Coach being caught,
Granite Keane!" shouted one young fellow.
"I should as soon have thought of the Pyr
amids walking over to the Sphinx and mar
rying her."
"Those cold, grandiose chaps, always get
let in the worst fur it when they're let in at
all," averred Sydie. "Granite Keane can
melt into lava, I can tell you."
"Poor devil, I pity him!" sneered Henley
of Trinity, aged nineteen.
"Ho don't require much pity, my dear
fellow; I think he's pretty comfortable," re
joined Sydie. "Ile did, to be sure, when he
was trying to beat sense into your brain-box,
but that's over for the present."
"Come, Morton, tell us about the wed
ding," said Somerset of King's. "I was so
deucedly sorry I couldn't go down."
"Well," began Sydie, stretching his legs
and putting down his pipe, "she—the she
was dressed in white tulle and—"
"Bother the dress. Go ahead I"
"The dress was no bother—it was the one
subject in life to the women; though Fay
told me privately that she wished she were
going into some strange church with Keane
in her ordinary hat and jacket, and that he
wished so too. Bat as the General bad sot
his heart on a grand wedding, they wouldn't
disappoint him. You must listen to the
dress, because I asked the prettiest girl
there for the description of it express to en
lighten your minds, and it was harder to
learn than six books of Horace. The brides
maids wore tarlatane a la Ps incess Stepha
nie, trois jupes bouillonnees, jape dessous de
sole glacee, guirlandes couleur des yeux im
periaux d'Eugenie, corsets decolletes garnis
de ruches de ruban du bleu de la Comtesse
de la Hauteville, bouffons—"
"Fur Heaven's sake hold your tongue !"
cried Somerset. "That jargon's worse than
tho Yahoos'. The dead languages nre bad
enough to learn, but women's living lan
guage of fashion is ten hundred times worse.
The twelve girls were dressed in blue and
white, and thought themselves angels—we
understand. Cut along."
"Gunter wile prime," continued Sydie,
"and the governor was prime, too—splendid
old buck; only when he gave her away he
was very near saying, 'Devil take it!' which
might have had a novel, but hardly a sol
emn, effect. Little Fay was delightful—fur
all the world like a bit of inzarnated sun
shine. Sho was happy, and didn't cnre a
straw who saw it. Keane was calm, self
possessed—granite all over, except his eyes,
and they were Inca; if we hadn't, for our
own preservation, let him put her in a car
riage and started 'cm off, he might have be
come dangerous, after the manner of Etna,
ice rutside and red hot coals within. The
bridesmaids' tears must have washed the
church for a week, and made it rather a
damp affair. One woald scarcely think wo
men were so crazy to marry, to judge from
the amount of grief they get np at a friend's
sacrifice. It looks uncommonly like envy;
but it isn't, we're sure! The ball was much
like other balls; alternate waltzing and flir
tation, a vast lot of' nonsense talked, and a
vast lot of champagne drunk—Cupid tm•
ning about in every direction, and a tre
mendous run on all the amatory poets—
Moore and Tennyson worked as hard ns cab
horses, and used up pretty much as those
quadrupeds—dandies suffering self-inflicted I
torture from tight boots, and saying, like
Creamer, when be held his hand in the fire
that it was rather agreeable than otherwise,
considering it drew admiration—spurs get
ting entangled in ladies' dresses, and ladies
making use thereof for a display of amia
bility, which the dragoons are very much
mistaken if they fancy continued into pri
vate life—girls believing all the pretty
things said to them—men going home and
laughing at them all—wallflowers very
black, women engaged ten deep Tory sun
shiny—the governor very glorious, and my
noble self very fascinating. And now,"
said Spire, taking up his pipe, "pass the I
punch, old boy, and never say I can't talk!"
The July sun shines to-day into the study
windows of Keane's house in Trumpington
read, where jasmine/tend clematis nod their
heads in at the windows, and seem to laugh
at the grim books against the walls, who
have turned their backs on the outer sun
shine, with ea severe an air as a parson who
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don't know rifle powder from grape shot,
French partridges from English ones, or an
old. Purdoy from a long Enfield, renounces
and denounces the pleasures and glories of
the open. Keane himself sits at his writing
table, but intellectual Hercules has, for the
time being, laid aside his pen—that strong
est club of modern warfare to slay the
Cerberus of party and smash the Hydra.
creeds and cants—and little crinolined Om
phale is on the arm of his chair fastening some
heliotrope into his button-hole. The atten
tion is dubious, as the heliotrope shakes a
vast deal of dew over him in the process:
but Keane is very patient under it, and
smiles as if he were being decore with the
Victoria Cross.
They would make a capital slide far the
Stereoscopic Company; but (I dare say the
Seven Sages hnd all of them an AnacreontiC
or Oridean corner in their hearts; and I bet
you Zeno, in privacy, scribbled lore idyls
as well as Aristippus, though he might not
have confessed to it) I doubt if the Cam
bridge Journal and Lionville's will benefit
quite so much from the capture of Little
Fay and the signal failure of the Lieneral's
Match-making.
Panama Hats
Behind the principal chain of the Andes
extends, on the banks of the Ucayale and
the Maranon, an immense plain inclined to
the east, traversed by mountain ranges, and
which is called in Peru the Montana Real.
Under a rainy sky, which is often disturbed
by thunder storms, the eternal verdure of
the primordial forest charms the eye-of the
traveler, while the inundations, the marshes,
the enormous serpents, the innumerable
insects, arrest his hesitating march. This
region, through which the communications
are difficult, is called Lower Peru.
There grow, in all the luxuriance of un
limited vegetation, the most beautiful anti.
gigantic plants, the loveliest and most odor
ous flowers, the most useful shrubs, the
herbs the richest, both as to production and
value, many of which are unknown to
Europe, though eminently appreciated in
the country itself. In Lower Peru grows
the bombonaxa, or hat straw, resembling as
to form a tuft of marsh reeds. The color is
a delicate green. The hats called Panama
hats, and made from the bombonaxa, have
received the name they bear from having
first been imported from Panama into the
United States. In truth, however, the bom
bonaxa Late are exported from nearly the
whole South American coast:l — Certain:
classes of Indians devote themselves-exclu
sively- to the making of these hats. The•
process is a very long one, .and thisiti• one'
reason why the price of these'hats is so high.
The minute;delicaMlateir is logger - or
er, according to the quality; for whilst-nom
mon articles demand scarcely more than
two or three days, those of the beet desciiip
tion require entire months of care and atten
tion.
The plaiting of those bats' occupies• the
whole of the Indian colony of Moyobantbn,
on the banks of the Amazon, to the north of
Lower Porn. In this village men and wo
men, children and old men are equally busy.
The inhabitants are all seen seated before
their cottages plaiting hats and smoking'
cigarette.. The straw is plaited on•a thick
piece of wood, which the workmen holds be
tween big knees. The centre is liegun first,
and the work continued outward to' the rim.
The time the most favorable for this kind of
work is the morning, or rainy days, when
the atmosphere is saturated with moisture.
At noon, or when the weather is clear and
dry, the straw is apt to break, and these
breakings appear in the form of knots when
the work is ended.
The leaves of the bombonnza, to be fit to
to used, nre gathered before their complete
development. They arc steeped in hot
water until they become white. When this
operation is terminated. each plant is
separately dried in a chamber where a high
temperature is kept up. The bonsbonaxail
then bleached fur two or three days."-The
straw thus prepared is despatched to all the`
places where the inhabitants occupy them- -
selves with plaiting hats ; and the Indians
of Peru employ the straw not only for.hate, -
hnt in making those delicious little -aigar
cases, which aro often sold for $5 or ,$lO
each.
The Indians of Moyobansba, evidently
sprnng from the Mongolian race, have large
fiat faces. Their eyes are placed obliquely, so
that the grand angle descends towards the
nose. The cheek bones are prominent; the
brow is low and flattened; the brush, black,
smooth and glossy; their skin is of a brown
ish red color; their figure is tolerably good
and regular. They live in groups and in
little tribes, hidden in the virgin forest, or
disseminated over the vast pampas of Lower
Peru. It is to this race, which is in the
highest degree indolent, lazy and selfish,
that the world owes -the bombonaxa hats... •
When an Indian has made a dozen or so
of these hate, he seta out for the residence
of a dealer in the article, and. gensraUy..ar
rives in the evening. Nothing is. more' on
ridus than to see the cunning Indian„hie
merchandise hid under the folds of hie pon
cho, advancing- towards the .honee of-his
supposed purchaser, waiting without stirring
and lookingnt, the door in • silence. ; When
the dealer examines a hat which the Indian
has shown him, the latter asks an enormous
prim, which is in general three, dame the
value of the article, and when, after +nog
discussion, he at but decides on concluding
a bargain, one sees him examining with