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The Picket
Slow across the blue Potomac fades the dim Novem
ber light;
And the darkness like a mantle folds the tented field
from sight;
Through the •hallowed wood beside me breaks the
wind with quivering moan,
Floating, sighing,
Falling, dying,
As I hold my watch alone.
Forward, backward, stern and fearless, till the moon
beam's dancing ray
Breaks is mary a gleaming arrow from my bayonet's
point away;
So I pace the picket lonely—hut, apart from mortal
Watch I'm keeping,
With the .leepnia
Loved 1111 t, fir ay to.night
Oil th , , morrow come, Th :uuksgieuuT, wueo, front
households far arid WC!,
Ruwtd 'het: homes the ehill yeti gatlier—zeek once
mare me old foe,de,
F±.l 011 C, 11101,, tip; sdearzt p'occi lb at 11l left long
tug'
Proudly to in;
All Tire, unknown joy and woe
On the morrow come+ Thaa k:giving, not us long ago i
13r.gln, without a .4:We of sorrow lingering, on itsgood
old II:Mlej
War has waved her erint -on blither, aud beneath its
blood stains re,t
All his glory,
thin and gorv,
Laid on irthay a lifeless breast,
Rife and child and aged another wake at morn to Lend
the knee,
And around die Itearilistone glowing, supplicate their
God for 1111 . ;
Near my vacant choir they gather, blending teurn
Waal their payers—
Goil %sill hear them,
And oneur them,
Will my spirit kneel with theirs!
Nor i% darkly's% all around u•i—we run thank our God
might;
Fur the f..l.Cllgitt which he gi volt, mid to struggle
for the righi;
Et. the SOUS no grandly beating in the liallOICS onward
ME
For the .ptti t
We tnheni.
On dn. ocn• That k-givlng., day
1: 4 1i1; I 1.. Wue I . einin le ripples like a -aver thread
AOll.O 11l lie - Ili. oil I: lill•
firt • .-
SIO p pi. “e, ir4/111 Mot lal
W ..ch I In Looping'
HEE
=SE
i • hip .It holm. In-night
Los:; ; ; and Living
MIMI
Thy Marvel ./du/e• ler ,t-ei at ail;
Jo, it t.t el) .111Tust-i
r.l 1,. .uty .rod bum el I , prodigal.
Oil II iiVr• 1n liii• 11 -weedy
No ch., r fOf roe rare hut g!ory or doom—
ol to WI/lier or bloom:
To deity
Is to die
The env lend .ilvery rain to the land,
The land di+ svphire ptreanns to the ocean;
The heart sends flood to the brain of command
The broth to the hears its lightning mourn':
And ever and ever we yield our airmail—
Till the mirror is dry and images death:
To lave
In to give
Ile I. dead whose bond is not opened wide
To help the need of a human brother:
lie doubles the life of his life-long ride
Who gives Lis fortunate place to mother,
And u thousand million lives are his
Who carries the world in his •y-mpathies:
To deny
Is to dm
Throw gold to the far dispersing wave.
And your ships sail home with tons of treasure;
Care not for comfort. all hardships brave,
And evening and oge shall sup with pleasure,
Fling health to sunshine, wind and rain,
Aml roses shall come to the cheek again:
To give
Is to live
Wbat ;s our life! Is it wealth or strength?
If we for the Master's sake will lose tt,
AVe shall find it a hundred fold at length.
VVllile they shall forever who refit....
And 11 1 1 a 11 11•01.11.11Arr thrir r.non or p• nee
AI Inc ro-t of ugh•. r ••!. C;
Touy
A rrr•_
c& Mfrs. Pattington has a friend in the
army. Being asked one day what his sta
tion was, she replied: "For two years he
was lament in the horse marines, and artor
that be got promoted to be captain of a
squad of eapheads and minors!"
zeig-"Mamma," said littlo Nell, "ought
governess to flog me for what I've not done?"
4 •No, my dear child; why do you ask?"
"'Cause she flogged me to-lay whoa I didn't
fie my sum."
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DOW HE TROLLED FOR JACK AND GOT HOOKED
"Confound 'mu all!" amiably ejaculated
Leicester Du Plat, of No. —, King's Bench
walk, barrister-at-law, addressing his Skye,
that sat bolt upright on the Times, a pipe
in its teed), and spectacles on its nose•—
"confound 'em all, Punch; I say, and you
into the bargain."
"Who, why, and what for? Have you
been bumped at Putney, caught out at
Lloyd's, or cheated in the yard? Has Daf
fodil gone lame, or Octavio ceased to smile?
It must be a desperate case, fur the devil's
cold, and the beer's undrunk."
The disconsolate Templar looked up.
"Halloa, Lion, my boy, how are you? I'm
simply going to the dogs, that's all."
"No news, my dear fellow," said the new
comer, seating himself in a rocking chair.—
"You've been en route to join those mystical
quadrupeds ever since we hooked jack after
the second lesson, headed the Crick run,
and worried poor Arnold's life out. But
what's the particular mess just now?"
QM
"Oh! no end of a row!" swore the barris
ter. "Priggs has cut up rough g
and dunned the gover,lor, and t 12.0 nio,ra
ble little Balls 1015 sent in a 101 l fora ci.ar
thousand only Inc the horrid goc, lorry and
Cape he's palm-d ull on ma—ttitt't It a ras
cally sham...? The governoCx ut.td, of cour•4e,
and, of 'di infernal thing-, v. - 11,1t do you
think he says?—that it I uon't marry .:111/C
woman he's found out fur me, he'll never
give me another shilling! Marry—l—only
fancy!" And Du Plat puffed away at hi,
cutty-pipo with an air which plainly said,
"The mines, or Cayenne, would be mercy to
that."
Canyon lay back in his chair and laughed
a laugh like his vuiee, low, sweet, and musi
cal. "\'hat an idea! Who's the poor vic-
IME
"I am, I should think," growled Du Plat.
"Of course—sous•entendzc. But who's your
follow-sufferer?"
"Deuce take me if I know!" said the bar
rister, taking a pull at the Burton, and sit
ting down to the devilled drumsticks which
were waiting for him on his breakfast-table.
"I burnt the governor's stave, and forgot
the woman's name—some heiress, you're
sure—trust the old boy for that. But mar
ry her I never will. The devil! I'll go to
San Francisco, I'll work as a navvy, I'll sell
hot pies at the crossings, or cry periwinkles
in Oxford street, rather than tie myself to a
lot of crinoliao who will eternally cheek me
with her confounded—tin."
"Are you better?" said Carlyon, quietly.
''Srou are visionary, my dear fellow. Why
shoal tn't a man marry a woman because
she chances to have some money that will
keep her? Just now you think a pretty face
worth all the world; by-and-by you'll eqi
mate a gaud house, good position, and a
good income at their right value."
"I'll be shot if ever I buy 'em with my
wife's tin."
[ll.,Nton Plat
Yes will , ,Jr “thor "
"Oh, cour,c you say so!" said Du Plat,
Testily.
— Because I am engaged to lionoria Cosine
tique? Yes,wlica I was onikutg St. George's,
I had much such fantastic o
.y,,111',
uwn, but my Quixuti,m Ilk.' oat, ;1::. 3 nlv.
will."
"Hang it Phil, your heart's as coil as
your head!" cried the barrister. "Belm
ot up has of ten sai . there wasn't a wilder
Mall in town than you were; yet you always
look as cool as any jolly old stoic."
Carlyon Nwiled. ''What would my pa
tients soy if 1 reeled into their bed-rooms?—
I never let anything excite me. This is the
gr. at secret. You take cognac, and get
entre deux rigs; I take claret and em only
refreshed. Voilcd"
"You never had a grand' passion, Phil?"
"No, lam much obliged to you. Never
wish to have."
"What docH lionoria say to that?"
"Nothing. She is philosophic. So am I.
But how can you understand this, you in
flammable Lauzun? Poor Mrs. Leicester
Du Plat, how I pity her!" said Carlyon,
throwing back his head with a laugh. "Cob!
the ro.e notes that will destroy her peacel—
The latch-key that will elude her wifely vig
ilance! The curtain lectures she will have
to prepare, the pretty danseuses she will
have to rival her, the breakfasts and sup
pers and Richmond dinners her purse will
buy for other women!"
"The devil take Mr-. L , !icester Du Plat!
See here. Carlton," cried the lb.,r/t4ter,
u:, rt , a pruz.ht ides struek
"bn!.~ 0.0 if I din'td an ti C , kl Chip's
—tlwn's Iv:: and dull—and that
out-ntanoeu , re the governer charming
ly; he wants me to go to llawtree, where the
heiress hangs out, and he hates me to be at
Chip's because they've gut a lot of girls
there generally. Come with me old fellow
—do!"
[Congregational/at
Carylon thought a minute. "Perhaps 1
can. I always take a month this timo of
year, and there is not much illness now.—
But I must be off. By Juvel it's just otie,
and I've a consultation with Hawkins, op
orations to see at St. Geora's, and no end
of people—one of 'em at Greenwich— to visit
before seven. So au remit!"
grtertinno.
Carlyon's Vacation
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"NO ENTERTAINMENTIS SO CHEAP AS READING, NOR ANY PLEASURE SO LASTING."
"Good-bye, old boy!"
And Du Plat relighted his pipe, filled a
tumbler with sherry and seltzer, and sat
down to rend "Arthur;" while Canyon
sprang into a Hansom, and drove as fast as he
could to St. George's, pondering as he went,
on a very interesting case of gastralgia.
Lion and Dupe, as the school nicknamed
them, had been cronies at Rugby, and churns
ever since. They were as unlike as soda
water and brandy, but mixed as well togeth
er; contrasts often do, you know. Their
physiques were a type of them—faces gen
erally are. Du Plat was like a young Greek,
with his gay debonnaire sir, long chestnut
hair, and languid hazel eyes; while Carly
on's pale features were as classic as a Roman
emperor's, and his graceful figure, his dark
eyes, "so soft when they smiled," as ladies
said, the haughty beauty of his mouth and
forehead, joined to his suave manners and
gentle ways, won him conquests right and
left among his fairer patients.
Du Plat furnished his chambers, kept his
hack, his cab, and his out-rigger, gave his
Richmond breakfasts and his opera suppers,
as if he'd £3OOO a year instead of £3OO. Ile
never rend, most surely never pleaded, was
petted by every woman ho came near,
from dowagers to dauseuses, and at eight
and-twenty led as amusing a life as any fel
low needs to do. Carlson, on the contrary,
wild as the Quartier-Latin had seen him,
freely as he had plunged into life at all
flutes and in all scenes, unceremoniously as
he once Celt his practice for a three months'
scamper over the Continet, (N. B. All his
patients came hack to him when he returned)
mow worked hard with his masterly intellect
ill town as a general practitioner his birth
good, the contrast of hi-a nor may galled
hat ceaselessly; on the spot ta, he tied
hunt-ell to money. Though rt.—, tat ato hili
uusly proud, and not a ilttlesent , ' •
a man to be pas-oonately ias td its women,
and histascinations won him na, iii t 11,.Ugh
the daughter ot a a maths -toct. , %er.
alliance was distast,cful to tae of
born Carl3on, out--people Like :nett htatt ,r L.
drive to their doors iu ha is ha co A thini--m•
was three-and-thirty, the rotaatte 111,
was over, he thought, and :su-1P: lat niuney
buy Lim.
ciiA.prEit
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That evening, i , rcp
stately grace. Cor3 lon ri.a up thi—c.dr, ~t'
a house in Pottnian ;quaic, mol
gaudy drawing rooms unannounced.
His •tiance glanced up from her cmla•o.-
dery. Tall, severely !MIA:Ane, about live
and-twenty, with black hair, dune, ladies
say, a l'lmperatriee, and nu end of crino
line, white moire, and jewelry, sat llouuria
Cosmetique. Oae of those dragons—you
know them, I dare say—who arc like a pro
test against matrimony carved in marble,
and on whose awful brows is written: '•lf
you marry me, sir, you'll give up latch-keys,
Epsom, bats d'Opera, 100 parties, and all
the cognac of life, and be ironed down into
a model husband forthwith."
"You arc late, Philip," he said, without
rising, In a voice as chilling as a nor'-wester
=l3l
"1 know I ant, flonoria, but I couldn't
get away before."
11cr lir curled. "Your practice has in
crea,ed uondertully?"
"It has," he answered, simply, leaning
his arm on the mantle-piece. (Entre 110118,
hir, /often envy medical men the deliciously
incontrt.vertable cxeuse they have in
Lbw: "pi actlet.! " WilCl/ they don't want to
do a thing.)
There was a lung pause. He broke it.—
" Town as quite empty now. Du you go to
Muddybruok soon?"
"Nett week. Will you take some coffee?"
"None, thank you. I hope you will like
to hear I shall be near there too. Du Plat
has asked me to go down with him to his
cousins the Chippeultams. 1 think I can
get away; he promised me good fishing, and
.llunkstone is very close to Muddybroolc."
bliss Cosmetique froze a little harder.—
"You could have come to Nuddybrouk;
Philip, had you chosen. Since the same
river runs through both, I should have im
agined your only attraction, 'fishing,'
would have been as good there as at Monk
stone. If you have such a patrician disgust
fur trade, it is a pity you should condescend
to ally gout self to a stockbroker's daughter."
"1 hate no disgust for trade, but I hare a
great disgust for men who, like your Mud
dybrook bust, have enriched themselves with
the ruin of others, and try to gloss over vul
garity by pretension. 1 hate no right to
dictate your father's friends, but I have a
right to dictate whether they shall become
mine," replied Carlyon, haughtily. "But,
,'"me. llonoria, I nut tired tu-night; I want
rest, nut quarreling. I was up all last night
with au anxious case, and have been ab ,ut
iu the beat to-day till I am weary and won,
to death, and when I come here, where I
hoped fur a little sympathy and qui.t, I sin
received with nothing hut hinted repro:wiles
and covert sneers. I hal better have •ta..o 1
at home with my pipe and hook; there. at
least, if there be no happiness, there is ti.,
wrangling. By lleaven! if my life is to us
nothing but toil abroad and biekerio4 et
home, I wish I had diedin poor Montre.sor's
stead at Scutari!"
So unwonted a burst from C.irlyon touched
the very small germ of kind feeling, in Nliss
Cosmetique's chill and dignified soul. None
knew him without becoming more or less
fond of him.
v.
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COLUMBIA, PENNSYLVANIA, SAURDAY MORNING, JANUARY
"Poor Philip," she said, with a gentler
intonation, as she looked at his pale, hand
some, haughty face.
Carlyon bent forward and kissed her
forehead--certainly I can't say with much
lover-like ardor—and sank back on the sofa
with a sign as much of mental as of bodily
fatigue.
"Carlyon, my friend, you made a fool of
yourself to-night," said he to himself, as he
smoked his last pipe before turning in.—
"Shut the door on all that boyish nonsense
about sympathy, and peace, and happiness:
it's all bosh for you to talk so. You've
been alone all your life, and alone you al
ways will be. Your fate is to work and
make money, not to sentimentalize—you
haven't time for it. Your destiny's settled,
an ass only would quarrel with it; so put
away regrets, they're very dangerous, and
think of the tin and the brougham, and the
nice easy life money will bring you? You
ought to be a happy follow, Philip Carlyon
—why ain't you?" With which query to
himself, Carlyon put his pipe out and went
to bed.
A few days afterwards he went to Monk-
stone
"Neat trap that—showy gray! Trust old
Chip for horseflesh," murmured Du Plut at
the station, surveying v% ith critical glance
the dog cart sent to meet them. "How a:e
you, Robert? How's Katie? Slit any
poacher:? When's the wedding?"
Robert grinned--Katie, the still-room
maid, was his future: "Thank'ee, sir—quite
well, sir—haven't shot Lone, sir, took too
—and it's on Christmas day, sir."
'All right; I'll come down on purpose to
kiss the bride. Jump up, Lyon. Don't the
country look jolly after six months of drums
and crushes, and club windows and bouquet
d'Ess atmosphere? 'Pun my life, it's quite
refreshing—like soda water after one's last
night's wine."
'•17 , -; thrushes and hedgerows are plea
- ; tor squares and cock-sparrows. I
c•o&- , 3 I rather long fir my first day of
Ii Ling itat Ihr all that," continued
on, li,;hring a weed, "if country air be
parer her tile body, London air's rather
str. , ogef for the mind; and I like -tteceed
itur in a critical Case still better than hoop
la;; a thM„ pound trout."
'•All very -Noll, my luminary of St.
eorge's, , 0 that you don't chloroform me,
I d.,z,'t e Lre. Ily Jove!" erid Du Plat,
"lieri•', a t 11-rable loolinig little girl. net
t}, ain't shc?"
Carlyon put up his glass. "What a wild
head, what breadth of shoulder, what good
action," he muttered, admiringly.
The two they apustrunhised passed them
in a narrow lane. The mare was a ches
nut, three parts thorough bred, fifteen
hands high, with staight neck, slender legs,
and coat like satin. The rider a girl, quits
young, with gold-brown hair, large brilliant
eyes, and a mignonne air, half-dashing,
half-childlike. She wore a coquettish Span
ish hat, a sky-blue tie, and a black habit.
She glanced merrily at them, shook her
bridle, and cantered past.
"Who's that, Robert?" asked Du Plat.
"Please, sir, that's Miss Wyndham."
MEM=
•Wyndham? Wyndham? w•hy the devil,
Lion that's the name of the governor's
heiress."
"This one, sir, is oncoinmon rich, I have
heerd say. A good many tin mines down
somewhere in the south, sir," responded
Robert.
Leicester groaned audibly. "Heaven pre-
serve us! It's the identical girl. Does she
live near here, Robert?"
"She is staying at our house, is Miss
Wyndham, sir."
"Oh, Phil!" whispered poor Do Plat.—
It's fate, it's all up with me. I know it is.
She'll make horrid love to me, and I shall
give in. I never can say 'Nu' to a woman;
and—"
"You'll have a capital stud," laughed
Carlyon. "Think of the tin mines, my dear
fellow, and be practical and philosophic fur
once in your life. Here we are. Mind the
gate-posts; all right."
Monkstocie Court was a sturdy pile of in
congruous architecture, calculated to drive
Mr. Ruskin mad, but to rejoice the heart of
us barbarians, who like a comfortable bach
elor's room, a good billiard table, and a
nice wide sweep fur a deux temps, better
than all the styles and orders, with Doric,
Gothic, and lonian technicalities. Its own
er, Sir Godfrey Chippenhatn, better known
in the county as "Turnip Chip," from his
marvellous swedes, was quite in keeping
with it; neither literary nor scientific. po
litical nor fashionable, but a jolly, generous
good hearted sporting man.
Ile was out at the petty sessions, and
Carlyon and Du Plat found only Lady Chip
peuhaw and a young girl in the drawing
room. The latter was sitting in the win
dow, making paper boats for a couple of
little Chips. She, too, was a Windham,
but spelt with an "i," as she afterwards
made them observe; tall, handsome as an
Andalusian, with a Spanish form and beauty,
and something tia:f-pride, half-melancholy,
in her dark eyes.
"By George. what a stunning girl:" mars
morel Da Plat. lounging over to her in the
free-annl-eo.y manner of his sot —the fast
men. who.o ways and slang. cutaways and
wide-awake , :, would cause such acute agony
to Drammen, or Alvanley, or 1: Igeworth, if
we could resu4citate the dandified ghosts of
of those worthies.
"Will Tou tuke me out fithing„ Lethterr."
asked one of the boys of Du Plat.
"Certainly, Bertie," rejoined Du Plat,
with amiability, to find favor in Miss Wind
ham's eyes; "and you shall catch a stickle
bach for the nursery dinner."
Inez Windham looked up and smiled.
"Do not let my little pupil fall headlong, into
the Alder, as he did the other day. Town
is quite empty, I suppose, as you left it for
Nlonkstone?"
"Pupil! Oh, hang it, she can't be the
governess," thought Du Plat, as he answered
"Quite. Not a lounger in the bay-window,
or a Park hack in the ride. Piccolornini
has a respite, and so have the Crystal Pal
ace waiters. In the district 'IV,' as they
now style it, all is barren, and the pare of
Pall Mall is as hot as the sands of Sahara."
"Town is disagreeable," she replied,
"when the few, who are everyl.ody, are off;
and the million, who are nobody, stay to
work,"
"Town disagreeable! Oh, Inez! how can
you say so? It's the most charming place
in the world. The lots of people one sees
are fun enough. Don't you know what Je
kyll says?" If he had to live in the country
he would pave the road before his house,
and have a hackney coach to drive up and
down on it, to make believe it was London.'"
Clirlyon, chatting, with Lady Chippenham,
turned in surprise 'at the glad laughing
voice which greeted his ears, and saw, bal
ancing herself on the French window-step,
and swinging her black hat, the little Die
Vernon.
'Tome in, Leila," said Lady Chip, a
pretty, delicate woman, mother of six small
male Chip 4.
The girl shook her head, laughed, and
ran off.
"Not till lam co grande fence. Since I
left Sir Godfrey I hare taken two gates and
a staken•bound fence, not to mention ditches
innumerable.,,
'What a ttran,ge little thing; but very
graceful and attractive," mused Carlyon.—
"She the heiress! She is scarcely out of the
school room. Pu Plat will have neither
eyes, nor taste, nor sense, it he does not
take her."
"I say, Phil, she's the governess," said
Leicester, coming into his chum's room
while Carlyon was dressing:.
• W her
"Who? Blockhead! \ that superb
Spanish creature, of crone."
—Well, why shouldn't she be?"
"The devil take yon, Lion, how prosaic
you are. What! a woman of that style. that
beauty, that age, a governe• ? Preposter
ous!
"I don't see it at all. There is no partic
ular reason why she sliouldrit impart in
struction well because she happens ru be
good-lookin:4."
"Impart instruction! Good I, , rd deliver
us front philosophy and platitudes. Fancy
that girl teaching the little brutes their A
B C, hearing the multiplication-table, and
setting round hand copies!"
"Useful if not interesting."
"But, good Heavens! she can't be twenty."
"Very sad if she has to support herself so
soon; but at the same time no affair of ours,"
said Philip. smiling, as he brushed his hand
some black whiskers. "Don't he romantic,
my dear Dupe. Think of the tin mines, and
keep out of the school-room."
"The tin mines!" repeated Du Plat, with
intense scorn. "I wouldn't marry that little
heiress—not if the governor forbid me; and
I can't picture a stronger motive. Marry
money! Not I, old fellow."
Carlyon shrugged his shoulders. "Co:ante
roue voudrez. If you fancy the cap and bells,
far be it from me to disuade you, 71107 i cher;
but Client's role would nut be my taste.—
There goes the gong."
"The governess dines, that's all right,"
thought Du Plat, crissing over to where she
sat, while Carlyon, leaning on the mantle
piece, looked up as the little heiress entered,
a Fay Oriande, in tulle illusion, with flowers
Puck himself might have gathered, in her
shining hair. As she gave him a pretty
French reverence, and a bright, unaffected
glance, Carlyon smiled and bowed with that
winning grace and fascination which did
such damage among his lady patients. I
don't know whether he knew it or not, but
Carlyon's smile was a very effective weapon,
and had cured many a fair invalid of a mig
rine only to give incurable disease of the
heart. It now seemed to charm Leila Wynd
ham, for she held up a King Charles she
carried, with its paws in the attitude of pray
er, and asked him if he liked dogs.
Carlson assured her he liked everything
in zoology, spoke of his dog Pluck, a Skye,
he held in higher estimation than any other
living thing, and told her of his pets—his
monkey, cockato, Persian cat, bellises, dian
thuses, serpulm, trogs, and madrepores.
"And where are they all?" asked Leila.
"At home—in town."
"Yuu lice in London? Oh! how I envy ,
you. Don't you enjoy it?"
"No, I can't sny I do particularly."
"Not? What do you do there, then?"
Catlyon smiled. "Work myself like a
cab-horse all day long, get home an hour
too late for dinner to find cold soup and over
done meat, bring all my energies to bear on
a. difficult case, only ten to one to be blamed
for the issue, go to sleep with the pleasant
conviction that I may be called up any min
ute—that is my life Da you see much "en
joyment in it?"
"I see much that is noble and useful in
it, and, therefore, a certain amountof enjoy
ment," answered tho young lady decidedly.
"The vocations of all men whose lives are
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of any value to their generation entail on
them an amount of toil and self-sacrifice.--
Be the end fame, money, position, whatever
it may, it cannot be attained without the
surrender of some leisure and some comforts.
Neither riches or reputation will come to a
man who folds his hands to slumber and
doze in his arm chair. Were I you, I should
glory in conquering death, to say nothing
of the good you do."
"Good? Not at all," laughed Philip. "1
am only getting money. I assure you lam
very glad to hare no good to do, and to be
able to go to sleep without fear of hearing
the night-bell. Money is the sole lever now
a-days, Miss Wyndham. It wakes all the
eloquent philippic from the pulpit, and
prompts all the holy zeal of the missionary
papers. It wins forensic talent to the de
fence of the guilty, and buys a conscience as
easily as a commission or a borough. It
makes an eminent 'Christian' as quickly as
it erects a gin-palace, and tempts a bishop's
virtue with the same bait that lures a bur
glar. We are no better than our fellows.—
Why should we be? Medical men never
pretend to be the pharisees of the English
synagogue, and our benevolence usually cor
responds to the amount of the fee we receive."
"There's plenty of, truth in all that, no
doubt," said the little heiress, meditatively.
"People's own interests are usually the
guide for their conduct. But I fancy that
though you would make yourself uut a terri
ble egotist, still, unlike the generality who
delight in belying others, you take pleasure
in belying yourself."
Carlyon laughed. Ile felt pleased to be
read more truly in this five minutes acquain
tance than by friends who had known him fur
years.
"IVell, of the many men I knew at St.
George's one died of cholera at Scutari,
another was shot down in the trenches,
another of consumption brought on by the dis
secting rooms, a fourth from the virus he
got into his hand at a post-mortem, Ft fifth
from low fever from distressat his fail
ure in four consecutive delicate opera
tions, which, if successful, would have
established his reputation. Of myself I say
naught, but do you suppose we run all these
risks for anything but our own interest—
for any other reason then the hope of put
ting guineas in our pocket?"
Leila lifted her eyebrows and looked dis
gusted. "You might put a rather more ex
alted motive—love of science or desire for
fame! But you may say what you like, I
don't believe your soul is shrilled in money
bags."
"Pray, why not?" asked Carlyon, highly
amused. "You have not lived very long to
study character."
"Intuition is as good as study sometimes,"
said Leila, indignantly. "I g 6 by physiog
nomy, and I know at once a face noble and
true."
Carlyon, but fur courtesy, would hare
laughed outright, the compliment was so
candid.
Dinner was served. Jack Huntley, a man
in the Fusiliers, gave the heiress his arm.
Carlyon, to his disgust, had to take in a Mrs.
Edgehill, who was staying at Monkstonc, a
lively little woman separated from her hus
band, and much happier since the separa
tion than before it. Philip lapsed intu his
grand hauteur, felt unreasoning but uncon
querable hatred fur Huntley, thought him
an insufferable puppy and wondered how
woman could tolerate thtt style of man.
Carlyon consequently gat satirical and
severe, and electrified the table with his
brilliant cutting and slashingat every
thing and every body--at Palmerston
and Louis Napoleon, John Bright and
street organs, popular preachers and ct ino
line, Puseyism and the perambulator nui
sance. No matter what, he satirised every
thing with wit as keen as Talleyrand's, till
he caught Leila,s bright eyes fixed admir
ingly on him from behind the epergne, when
he dashed into a fire of repartee with her;
after which his spirits were so good that
poor unoffending Jack Huntley voted that
dotor "a splendid fellow—a regular brick,
and no mistake."
In the evening, while the governess (no
relation they found, to the heiress)sang bra
vuras in an artistic contralto voice, and Do
Plat hung over her, enraptured, Carlyon sat
himself down besid the heiress on a ri.s•a-ris
sofa, and chatted that quiet, clever, charm
ing chat that wrought him half his cures
nod won him half his reputation. They
talked of zoophytology, of literature, of
Comteo's Positivism, and all the other "isms"
of GOSIO'S discoveries, and Dulwer's novels,
and Carlyon found that the little heiress
could talk with a wit, a depth, and an origi
nality such as he had scarcely hoped fur
with her girlish exterior. He found at last
a young lady who was neither affected
nor superficial, who had read a good deal
and thought for herself, who could argue
and reason, and fencis with him with his fa
vorite weapons of wit and logic; and some
how Carlyon thought of Ilonoria Cosmetique
ns he retired to rest that night, and indulged
himself with a few not over mild oaths at
his destiny, and pondered much why the
useful and agreable hadn't been combined
in the stockbroker's daughter as they were
in this bewitching little heiress.
[ro BE CONTINUED.[
Z,a"•Give me a nice polish; you young
scamp," said a dirty swell with a pipe and
pork pio cap. "I can't give you one," said
the lad; "It would take a cleverer man 'nor
me to do that. But I can polish your boots,
sir."
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[WHOLE IC 1131 BER i ,G:.; --
The Philosophy of :f` :s
A writer reinal 1:S a, , t • : A
vision of tw.ses ztl.2
portion to the flrr . ti ; un Li', I.::_t
i;ttell as arc ;10,i;i0i1:, L , i
the length of the face, or l e ., ',i n ,:
forehead. The varieties i,f
inerous in the snub, ;La, Le r. u.r;, r.L.;
upturned or Celestial no. •t.. 'll e na
types to which they are gc•riera;i:..,:' , :
are either the little Lo-es of e 1; : 'i•
brow' noses of :11 , 1 it 1,
with this that in wen of ea% 1;ii..1 r
such noses indicato
power: and do , J wil'
holism %thich Lut r
form of the heal, a , 1:1 the ra,..
.tan nentrnlize. !l °\ ten tt, 1 .
isheti intelle.ttu 11 (leN,l plent: n I ,
lower au! ilatt , r, tn..re ,r.tth .1
the in .1'.3 COrt:ti:dy !
lICSS and meanness uf ..n ut
mind in which dad temper la n.t.! thin
judgment will have sway.
It is not quite s,) with wo.nen. f
the Nt hole urganiz.ll:on in it, L-,r,t,fual
opulent diverge; I , s; than that, of men
from the alnmst similar form
both have in ("oily ehil The 1, a
floe, thereC.ro, of the littie, 01111 , 1-U , 1.
implies no such grace defer;
mind. If her Ilea.' be w. 0,1 formo.l cm, ;
nose :nay express 21,1 i eCie, or poi !I I; , s -in
ness and eit, and dexterous • .
If they are t, inueli to tii.• .-
prossion of in,igTiilicauce or even ,
ness. The thicker and larger fonn
nose, in eith e r sex, commonly i lid 0.3 • t..
predominance of the mate:
character, and a turn-up iintic ni:L
obvious nostrils, is an upon d:•o':u
far as nose can make it, of on
inflated mind; of a mind in :
but a spurious imitation of that ,tre,)! , til '
loftier pride which the m,-;1
well formed head might indirata.
Large noses in men are generally g),l
signs; especially, they add emphasis to the
good indication of a well fAnned head;
they must nut be too fleshy or tqa lean. f
they are long (yet short of being hnout -It ••
they mark, as prolongation of the forehe..a.
the intelligent, observant and produ.Ai re
turn of the refined mind. If Boman, arcl,rd
high and strong, they arc generally as , ,L-f
ated with a less developed forehead and r ,
larger hindhead; and they disclose stren t l'i
of will and energy, rather than intellectual
power; they show also the want of that lc
-finement which is indicated by the straig:.• •
er nose. The Jewish, or bank nose, c•
manly signifies shrewdness in worldly ma;
tors; it adds force to the meaning of Ow
narrow concentrative forehead, symbolic I!
of singleness of oltject; and its usually nag
row nostrils wear the unfailing sign of can
tion and timidity. The Grecit, straight no
indicates refinement of character, love for
the fine arts and belles-lettrel, astafen. , -
craft and preference for indirect : thal.
direct action. Perpendicular nose., that is
such as approach this form, supposes a mil.
capable of acting and suffering with calm
ness and energy.
A nose slightly belied at its end, tcnu•
and corroborates the indication o f the arc:
lytic forehead. Such noses, large an:
broad pointed, arc frequent in men wit:.
acute practical knowledge of the we; Li
The same belled end is often in the en
cogitative; a wide nostriled nose, wide a
the•end, thick and broad, indicate.; a tni , -
that has strong powers of thought, and
given to close and serious meditation. Wiz
these symbols Larater's dicta falls in: •':
nose whose ridge is broad, no matter ‘vi:
er straight or curved, always announces •
perior faculties. But this form is rory
And again: "A small nostril is th • aorta:
sign of a timid spirit." In a N% •Inn.l
large nose is of more unem tail]
it is apt to extend into enricntore
well formed and finely moulds],
large nose, a , :pecially one which is ne.trl
straight, or slightly arched, is, in a woman,
often characteristic of excellent mental holy -
ex. But any of the more peenliarl:,
forms of nose, if largely and coarsely
ed in woman, denote a too sonseuline
actor; and those that are of ill =en in !ma
arc much more so in women; since the u,:t
of being inapproptia;e is add •1 ;) ;liar „c
tualformat ion.
POTJU te AND BUT rEI:NI .1.411.1
story is told by some Ditbrri ;e boys of
—lowa First," about the eiLtnge4 e Geri-
password undemcnt about the
battle of Sprinf;t:eld. (Joe of the Du bto:
officers, whose duty it was to inritish •'
gnat d with a pa , sword for the night. g o
the word - Potomac." A Certnan on tzt:,u
not underAanding distinctiy tiro tlitiere• •
hotweon the Bs and undeil-tood it t
"Bottotnie," and thiq, being tiond-..te_rr,.
another, was crm:it:el to
Soon afterward the office:. .4% I.',
the word wiled r, tarn thr.,1; ; ; II
and approaching . a , t , t,tincl cti.. r!crt
halt and the %%,,r,: t:laanded. /lc ;2 :
"Potomac.'
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Gnu!
this is Ow wci; I
No, you shan't: :it ;11 ,, plac
;a bayonet nt hie to 0.1-t in a tr'T
t told ?ir. (officer that
is 31i.souri.
"What is the word them?'
"Buttermilk, tam you!"
"Well then, Buttermilk,
"Dat is right: now
. you iiiit 73UrSt7.1t
about your pizne , s."
There was a generd cAcrlia•iling of the
password, and the ditiorence between rot.
sine and Butte:m:lk being under...toed. 0 1 ,
joke became one of the laughable ineiden•
of the campaign.
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