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KIND AND SEA.
BY BAYARD TAYLOR.
The, sea is a jovial comrade,
Re laughs wherever he goes ;
The merriment shines in the• dimpling lines
That wrinkle his hale repose;
lie lays him down et the feet of the San,
And shakes all over with glee,
And the broad-backed billows fall faint on the shore,
In the mirth of the mighty sea! = . •
But the wind is sad and restless,
And cursed with an inward pain ;
You may hark as you will, by valley or bill,
' ..But you hear him still complain.
Re wails on the barren mountains,
And shrieks on the wintry sea!
Re sobs in the cedar, and moans in the pine,
And shudderi all over the aspen tree.
'Welcome are both their voices,
And I know not which is best—
The laughter that slips from the ocean's lips,
Or the comfortless wind's unrest.
There's a, pang in all rejoicing, •
A joy in the heart of pain,
And the wind that saddens, the sea that gladdens,
Are singing the self same strain !
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SNIP-SNAP.
Cynthia SusartShnpson: aged-eialteen, with
the' pretty talent of pleasing men, was the ac
knowledged belle of the little Marrow Squash
Nall es.
. .
This little talent of pleasing men is some
times given by nature. as a compensation for
the lack of every other accomplishment, or the
means of proeuringany ; but this was - not the
ease with Cynthia, who - had =good _Yankee
sense, and a vein of sprightliness in her com
position, which latter, as I take it, requires
several-other talents for its support, other
',wise it soon degenerates into silline.ss----whence
it sours into vulgar ill-nature in the- country
girl—in the lady ofsociety, into sarcasm.
Cynthia was pretty, in the freshness' of her
age. American beauty comes forth like a
-sower, and is eut"A.uwa.' The loveliness o
girlhood rarely ripens in the matron: And
Cynthia was afraid to risk her loveliness, no
doubt; for whilst she encouraged the attention
of many "beaux," who, in the language of
her society; "went to 'see her"-evening after
ievening, at the sting farmhouse of her father,
whenever any of these swains took the op
portunity to press upon her notice the nature
ofhis case,,and urge the necessity of its speedy
- cure, she cut the matter short with him.
. Truth must be said, that anunigst all her
admirers there was not one whit *as a priori,
that is, before reciproation. of - his love took
place—a very desirable match - for her.
, - The richest was Seth Taggart, who paid his
last visit to her one afternoon, in a bran new
suit of glossy, fine, black broadcloth. Pretty
Cyltalia:* cs - al - ons - , — an d - prepared - by ). .irevious
experienc to discern symptoms of an ap
roachitsg assault upon the Malakoff of her
'affections,. Shepursed her pretty little mouth,
and sewed, with nimble glancing fingers, on
the sleeves of one of the old squire's shirts, of
unbleached cotton; and thought to herself
- what a foul Seth Taggart was, and wondered
how he would get out of the fix in which be
found himself, -and how he could dare to think
she had given him encouragement—and look
ed—very bewitching. Poor Seth sat on the
"verge T ol his chair, and gazed through the
-window, which was open, into" the woods, but
his was a mind like that of Wordsworth's
Peter, .
primrose. no the river's brim,
A yellow primrose was ,tti
Awl nothing nsore. ,,
He did not find any inspiration in the woods,
So he began to look into the ashes.
you
Cynthia," said he, at length, "did
you ever see it crow?"
"Yes, Mr. Seth," said she, folding her gus
-set,—and looking down at -it demure' as a
Black—ain't it ?" said Seth
"Very."
Then came a pause. "Darn it—l wish
she'd help me out," said Seth in his own
thoughts. • The-li-ttle_mi n • •
want to say, and she might help me to say it."
What unifillas not th,w;hrtliii4efert - Tivo ,
at courting time—and wished to borrow femi
nine tact, and the larger experience of woman,
to help him out of the slough of despond he is
beginning to sink into ? What an would not
give the world to know how the last man who
offered himself to her, got-thrAuigh_with_it2
"Ever see an owl ?" said Seth at lengt ,
falling back upon his own resources.
' "Often, Mr. Seth," lisped pretty Cynthia.
-"lt's got big eyes—ain't it now ?"
"Very big eyes," said she.
.
Seth grew angry. Angry wittliimself, •
doubt; but anger, like Phoebus Apollo at sun
set, glows brightest in reflection. He thought
it a '.'mean shame," she wouldn't "help him
out," while she s. t there, looking, " . .
enough to eat," and laughing at him, as even
his blunt perception told him, whilst her at
tention was—apparently bestowed upon the
.shirt sleeve. He wished it were his shirt she
was stitching so assiduously. He stirred up
the ashes on the and almost made up
his mind that "she warn'tgoins• , ive another
chance at him:" but Cynthia dropped' her
cotton-ball, and Sigh, not rising -from 16 , 4
chair, stretched out his long, lank arm, and
icked it u . He touched her hand, as she
took it back, and an e ectric s toe: ri e,
through his veins, and made him feel "all
over—ever so," as he some time afterwards
expressed the sensation to me.
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"Miss Cynthy, may be you are fond of maple
candy ?"
"Very," -said she.
"Well, now," said Seth, rising,.. "the next
time-I come, I'll - try and bring you a great
gob."
But as he rode - home, behind his old farm
mare, he said to himself, "I reckon I ain't
going back to court a gal who sees a feller in
a fix and never helps him." And sure enough,
he never did return. Miss Cynthia lost her
richest lover, and many folks, even to this day,
believe she-wished him back again. it ie the
way of women to want a - thing that - can't be
ha/ At least; n men say (if not in practice,
in theory),and Cynthia's mouth watered, I
dare say, or many a week after, for that gob
Of maple candy.
Tun MonAL.----Let every man, oh! pretty
girl, pay court to you in his own way, and not
in your way, and help him out, at that, beinc ,
sure, however, that you are in harmony with
his Mode of procedure. sever disturb ice
cream-when it is going to freeze; nor lift the
pot as it begins to boil ; nor make a false step
and get out of time, when your partner is
mediating a revers in the deux feinps, or the
polka. 'Many a declaration of affection has
been frightened off by some wrong note sung
in the treble of the ,
duet which put it out of
•
harmony. •
Cynthia, though so pretty a girl, and so ex
perienCed in the art of saying "no," to an
offer of marriage, had yet a good deal to learn
in her own craft; and, indeed, no experience
ever primes a woman for the decisive moment.
Each case must be met on principle, and not
on precedent. It is our business to discover,
in this story of "Snip-Snap," how far pretty
Cynthia profited by the experience she prided
herself upon in the rejection of her lovers.
It was a mellow autumn morning and a
russet glow had tinged the woods at the back
of 'Sqt i e Simpson's homestead. It was Seth
Taggart's wedding day. He was to marry,
that evening, Susie Chase—a smiling little
rose-bud of a wife, to whom he found plenty
of things to say, as sweet to Susie's ears as
. to-her—lips his maple_eaud_y_:___Cynthia,_as one
of her best friends, was to be bridesmaid ;
and as she wished to shine that night, in all
her bravery, and wanted some. new ribbons
for her headdress, this want tempted her
abroad, a little after noon, when the-harvest
fields were quiet and the yoked oxen stood re
lieved_froml aboritisurely . c_b ewin the sweet
morsel reserved for that soft, sunny hour of
rest, as men of husines use to do the thought
of the last letter - written by the 'hand they
love, till the burden of the 'day is laid aside,
putting it apart (with all its woman's nonsense
and half unreasonable fancies), pure from the
contact of.the pile. of yellow letters lying on
their desk—offerings upon. the shrine-ofd upi—
ter Mammon.-
'Our , pretty Cynthia tripped i►long her path,
scattering a cloud of grasshoppers and crick
ets, as she stepped ; and in. her 'silly little
pride of bellehood her heart held, though she
;would not have confessed the thought, that'
he relative value to her crowd of beaux was
in the same •ro )ortion as that of one woman
to many grass uppers.
At a turn iu the path she came suddenly on
one of these admirers—Frank Handy. Frank's
face flushed. He had been thinking of her
when she surprised. him—thinking of her all
that day and through a sleepless - night ; and .
in those hours ;the Cynthia of his fancy had
smiled on him, and laid her gentle hand in
his, and had been gathered to his heart—it
was a shock to come thus suddenly upon so
different a reality. At the moment,. he cu
countered her, he way indulging himself in an
imaginary love scene, in which h was calling
her, in heart, "My Cynthia, my love," and at
the sudden sight of her, all such presumptuous
fancies fled in haste, and Hid themselves,
shrinking like varitinted coral polypes when
danger approaches—each into the recesses of
its ce 1.
"I beg your pardon, Miss Cynthia," he said,
stammering before he gathered self-posses
sion, and accustomed himself to her presence.
"I was on my way to make you a call. If you
will allow me, I will turn around and walk
with you."
"I am not going far, Mr. Frank, only into
the yillage'„for some ribbon fir my hair, and
gentlemen dislike shopping," (knowing per
feetly well that he would go with her.) -
"I know where a wild hop-vine grows," said
he; "it would make a much prettier ornament
fOr your hair than any ribbons you could buy
in the village."
"And will you get me sonic?"
"Turn this way into the woods and .spare
me half an hour while I twist it into a wreath.
I am going away from here to-morrow, per
haps. I have been offered a profiissorship in
a school of agriculture."
"Indeed, Mr. Handy."
There wa.s a pause, and Cynthia resumed,
a little hurriedly: "I should think you would
like going away from here. - There is ImM-fig
to tempt a young gentleman to remain among
us.,,
"I shall like it, in some. respects, better
. than my present life," said Handy. "This
farmer's life when there are no hi,her in-
terests to accompany it, does not draw out
-the-best energies-ofis-nature T -lik ,
his thoughts, goes round and round in the
routinerlike a squirrel in its cage, and makes
no progress."
"This man thinks higher things than I
think," was Cynthia's thought as he said this,
and_fora_moment _she_feltLltumbled
kpresence;-but--she her pret , .nsio • -
membered her bellehood and her conquests,
and the light in which she always had been
looked upon by all her lovers, and was almost
disposed to revenge upon Frank Handy the
i hrf'ut itti----Fr-n-k-ivtoti-iit
silence, twining the hip-wreath for her head.
He did not speak. His thoughts were busied
with the words that he would say to her when
- • ' e
her waiting at his side—waiting for the hop
wreath, with its pale green bells, that he was
twining leisurely ; and Cynthia grew impa
tient as she found he did not speak to her.—
She addressed him several questions, which he
answered with an air of prececupation. She
wandered from - his side a A'ew yards among the
rocks, turning over with, her foot some peb
bles covered with gray and orange moss, and
disturbing all the swarm of busy insed life,
lyhich male its home there. The influence
ri to-fierimai-tranti-nrade-her-
answrs more soft and natural
At last Handy broke silence, calling her to
him as she stood watching the stir which the
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point of her foot had produced in an ant-hill.
"Miss Cynthia!'
"Is it finished?" she said, quickly.
"Not the garland—but the struggle in my
breast is finished. I have been questioning
with myself whether I should say to you what
I am about to say."
Cynthia 'gathered a leaf, and began slowly
to tear apart its delicate veins and fibres.
"Miss Cynthia, is it pleasant to you to have
a man say he loves you ?".
"I don't know, Mr. lhndy. I suppose so.
That is, I think itis_very embarrassing_some
times." - -
"Why, embarrassing, Miss Cynthia?"
Ire was taking her on ;I, new tack. It was dif
ferent from any she had ever before experi
enced. She did not like this way of having
his Offer. -
"It is embarrassing when I know that my
only answer can be No," she said, looking him
in the face a moment, and then casting "her
eyes upon the lime leaf she was dissecting. •
"It would be more embarrassing, 1 think, if
you were not so sure," he said, "and if you
took the matter into consideration."
"It never wants any consideration with me,"
site answered.
"What'. did you never place before your
mind the subject of marriage ? Have you
been satisfied with the vain triumphs of a
belle ? And did you never local beyond, to see
what the happy du tills of a wife, and the sweet
ties of home might be?"
Cynthia laughed, but the laugh was affected
and constrained. "What nonsense, ;111% Han
dy!"
"It 'is not nonsense," ho replied ; "such
'thoughts are fit for maiden meditation—they
arc womanly—and womanly, above everything,
else. I should wish my wife to be." •
"I hope 'She may be all you wish her, Mr:
Randy. We will go now, if yuu please', if you
have finished my garland." .
"It is'not ready fur you vet," said Handy,
,passing' it over one arm while he took her hand,
"Cynthia, beloved! you must listen to me."
She drew her hand away, but he took it
again and resumed. "You must let me feel
its Julses beat ani,inst in • hand while I tell
you-the secret of my life---of my life, for I have
always loved you. • I loved you when you
were a blooming little girl, and we both went
to school to Ezekias Bred, dear Cynthia.: I
have hesitated to tell you this,,because encum
brances on my farm made- my positiOn less
than that which I tboolit on rht to he offered
to you. I have watched you with other a( -
wirers, and, in some moments, have- not
thought that any other had your preference,
ao that other men have taken their chance be
fore me. Thin offer of a professorship; Which
adds a thousa,uddollars to my income, makes it
possible for Me to address you, Cynthia! there
are-depths of tenderness which no human eye
has ever fathomed, in many a strong man's
heart—depths which, perhaps, are never, by
the shallowest nature of your sex, entirely rer
eiprocated or understood. It is not alone my
heart, it is my very nature—heart and,soui,
mind and strength—that I offer to you. The
love of you, like things-which plants absorb
and assimilate into their own growth, has be-
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Como par 0 . 111 --- tTne - rtf-
feet o it, Cynthia. It has -waited patiently
until .the moment came when it-might lie oil
layto Your acceptance. Cynthia, if you will
lay this little hand in mine '
" (and he letit
but stretched out his hand towards her,) "I
will strengthen you, and elevate you, and
guide you. You shall be a woman Of higher
rank (as Gr,d ranks women) fur your union
with a man's stronger, steadier, and more sin
gle-minded nature and Cynthia, your
,
influ
once for good on Inc will be incalculable. Who
can estimate what a man owes to the affection
of woman? All that I have iii my power sill
be doubled by your influence. You must
draw forth—perhaps create, the gentleness,
delicacies, and the tenderness of that compltne
the manly character."
1 - le - panser4-an d-C-ynth ia-stood-with-her-h an
hidden in the folds of her mantle.
"No," she .said slowly ; "I am sorry, Mr.
Handy, but I cannot be what you -wish to you."
There was an embarrassed silence bet Ween
them for a few moments, and then Cynthia,
gathering eowage with her rising pride, con
tinued,
"I am notgood enough to answer your ex
pectations, Mr. Handy. You must look else
where for the kind of woman who will satisfy
yen."
Handy started, and his face Bushed eager
ly. Ile was about to speak. Cynthia caught
the lightning of his eyes; but when they rest
ed on her lace, he saw that her words were not
wholly sincere„and the look faded.
"You are not dealing fairly with me, Miss
Cynthia, nor yet with your own heart," he
said, a little bitterly, "You are notconvinced
of what you 'said this moment. You think in
your- heart I am a foolish fellow,-and - that t
ask too much. You 4.,n0t-think that Cynthia
Simpson falls short of the reasonable ideal'of
any man:"
"I don't know why you should say such,
things," said Cynthia, growing angry and
nearly ready to cry. It was the first time any
offer had been made to her which had not left
behind it a sell-satisfied feclinn• of triun»h ;
and yet here was Frank Handy, as meompar•
ally-superiol• to any other-suitor-she-had-ever
had no,matter."
"Miss Cynthia," said Frank, "when a man
loves a woman, as t have long loved von, he
singles her out from the whole w9rlif as his
representative of womanhood ; and there is
that in_ before which he bow, down, drain;.;
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IMEMMENKO
But this does not imply unconsciousness of her
own capability. Arid that marriage is true
union, in which the husbar►d, up to whom she
looks, and on whom she should lean, strength
-t-n,bor—better-ia-its-struggle-agaiust her stars,_
er nature."
They were walking towards the homestead
and walking fast. Cynthia was angry, dis
turhed and mortife•d. Was this a time t 4)
dwell upon leer—fault.-?—She admittd—t4p.
she had some.—Vague confession by no
means implying, that Cynthia knew that, at
that moment, she was, proud, vain, in ,ircere,
and petulent, she was crushing down the bet
ter feelings of her heart, to ci ;e the victory
within her to the worst. If handy wanted her,
she thought, he might woo her with more re
spect to her pretentions. And he shoidd woo
her. If he loved her, as he said he did, she
knew her power was great. Ile should bring
-ItifOtontagelnot.-coldiy to tlie-wontaulo%od with
in her, but to herself—to Cynthia Susan Simp
sfAt, in spite of the full display of all her faults,
and cve in _opposition to his better reason.
Ul2=l:M=
She was not to he defrauded of her triumph,
and it would be a great otie indeed, - it' sho
forced him, by her limits themselves, to surren
der at discretion.
They reached the steps over the stone fence
which led on - to the highway. In their path
lay a disabled. grasshopper. Frank set his
foot on it andcrushed it firmly. "Miss Cyn thin."
said he, "few women have the courage to - treat
rejected suitors thus. It is the true Immunity."
He helped her over the steps, and paused.
—He took the hop wreath carefully _from his
arm, and gave it into her hands; She took it
with an indifferent air, and, its sIM took it,
crushed some of the green blossoms. She
would have treated hint with more courtesy
(had Frank but known it,) if she had been en
tirely indifferent to his admiration.
"Miss Cynthia," said he, now in a grave
and measured tone, which
_in spite of herself
impressed her with a sense of the powerless
ness of her little arts when bronght.into con
flict with his self-possession and sincerity, "1
know very well you have dealt by ninny men,
and I am not disposed to tall; into the ranks,
and take my chance among your ninny other
patient suitors. It is true that the wound that
von inflict on me, will leave it sore fir' life ;
Nit I cannot make my self-respect an offering
event you. Anil if you have the feelings of
true nobleness, which I have always fancied I
discern in von, you wouN u Tspect me, esteem
me, love me less, fur such sacrifice. 1 shall
never offer myself again toyou." Cynthia start
ed. Slight and rapid as her movement was,
he saw it, and repeated, "shall never offer my
self again to you. To-night I shrill be at the
wedding. lam groomsman to Setli Taggart,
and shall stand up with you. I am going
home to consider - fully what has passed, to
convince myself (if I can) calmly, whether my
love for you has been an error in my life, for
which my judgment is responsible, or only it .1
misfortune ; wlnther the Cynthia 1 have loved I
is really capaEle,as I have dreamed, of scat
tering the clouds that dip her b e huty, a nd
shining forth in her sweet queenliness_upon
the lonely darkness of the man who can teach
her what it is to love.—l do not know what I
shall think, To -day has shaken my confidence
in you. As I saidTailcl shall Make you
no further offer ; but, if I make up any mind tli .
renew the one I have just made you, I shall
say Snip during the evening; and if you
answer Snap! I shall understand it is favora
bly received byyou. Mind," he added,' "I
think it doubtful whether, notwithstanding
Ili fip* - I Shall fir ik it - •ht tr
thy love for you, ,nat. _ x) say
it. ham going into the fields to 'meditate till
eventide' upon my course, and I may bring
back the conviction, that for the present rejec
tion of nry suit. I ought tii he much obliged to
`you. Nor shall I say Snip! more than Once.
in this uncertainty I leave the matter to your
cungideration.'
"What impertinence!" thought Cynthia—`-`I
never heard of such a thing !" And she be
gan to cry, standing alone upon the highway,
holding her hop wreath in her hand.
"I don't know what I had better do. I wish
he had taken some other way of speaking to
-me. Oh ! why should he be so very unkind ?
I don't care. It is his loss a great deal more
The evil spirit was coming back, and it
whispered, "Ile will certainly say Snip? but
you had better not Y:ty Snap! too readily."
She walked on thinking, imagining a tri
umph, when suddenly the thought came toiler,
that she was confessing to herself she wanted
to, say Snap!—and why ? It was not
.possible
that the taliles of her pride were turned upon
her ; that it was in Prank Handy's power to
refuse to take ; that she loved him ! "I don't
rare for him at all," was the suggestion of the
had angel. only want to teach him for the
future to behave. lie is a presuming, exacting,
self-conceited fellow."
`•llave you ever, in the coulTe'of your_ex
perience,' said the good ang,el, "seen any
otl►er man like Frank? has not the conver
. ati on-t
in your csteem....which is....which must
..That is, he stands_before
you in u light in which no other man bas ever
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stood before?"
"I don't believe lie loves me," said her
perverse heart, "or else he would have taken
great dead more pains to me."
"Ah f"- said the good angel, "what: better
love earn a man give, than that which sees
your faults and strengthens you against them':
True, he has set his ideal of "womanhood so
high, that you do not come up to it ; but lie
SPOS in you caruhilities for good, beyond those
of other women, though to the lieighth of your
capabilities you have never attained,"
'• J a ...I. shall be a worse woman, and an un
happy woman , if I do not love Fra,ak !randy,
and if Frank Ilandy dues not love me," said
her heart, now turning to its better instincts,
as she threw herself upon her little white,
dirfifty covered bed, in her own chamber, and,
shutting - out the light from her eyes, thought
what life would be if Frank never said Snip!
—Frank, who was even then -walking-in—the
fields, trying to think all the harm he could of
her.
Here she lay, and cried, and disquieted her
(ilf in Vain. And she thought aver all the
_oud she had ever beard of Frank IlandY,and
—:=trunge!—that t long it seemed to er is
m4-the-goofl-word and-, ,pi n - o f-_4_ery_ mat
who knew him, no one had ever quite seemed
to approciate him to hi:, full value. Perhaps
he h a d n ever shown hip; inmost heart to other
people as he had to her. Her wounded feeling
seized upon the Kahn she found in each
thought.—Frank was-not a man to Ina forth
g g 41 . # . It -ft---11-Itl
much in calling him conceited and preunnng.
lie had spoke only what he had a, right to
think about his own sincerity ; and oh ! how
Au: iiiCilie - d ho could think a great deal better
Lk . -2,
Miring the burst of tears that followed
reflection, the great farietea-bell rang. ,Cyn
thia sprung from her bed and wiped her eyes.
If she looked as if she had been crying. might
riMgffivqvirMffl"rurffmsN• - s • -
Seth Taggart?—Seth Taggart, indeed ! She
wasn't to cry for losing; anyman; And
the evil spints resumed their sway.
So Cynthia went down stairs towering in
pride and wrath: She hail half a mind not togo
to the wedding. No, she could not do that.
People would certainly ray things she would
not like about her and . Seth Taggart, if she
staid away. It was delicate ground withiler,
this matter of Seth Tag , gart's, because he had
uado.-14.er-ani,t-offor. think tuen-tr
women shamefully," said Cynthia in her
thoughts, sum-honing up all her wronms at
once, as she sat at the tea-table, priming her-
lien' 'with pride against the weakness before
which she felt her courage giviiig way.
"Cynthia, I reckon you'd best go and dress
you,",said her mother, as she was clearing
away the table after -tea ; "you leave the
things, and I'll wash up and put away. It
will 'take you some time to fix yourself, and
you ought to..be there early, if you are going,
to stand up with &ie.".
"Who's the groomsman, Miss Bridesmaid?"
said her father.
"Frank Handy, sir," said Cynthia with a
toss of her. head.
"l la liamry said — li - e - r father, "a right'
clever fellow is Frank. It'll be a lucky woman
he stands up with to he married to."
Cynthia- escaped to her oWn room, and she
began to cry again. There I her father spoke
well of Frank; but nobody could know hun as
well as she • knew him. Oh ! he only would
come back. •W hy Hadn't she known the state
of her own heart that morning? But he took
her so by surprise, and all her evil feelings
had got uppermost at the moment. It would '
be very cruel of him—very—not to try her
again. •
Thus she thought until she was sufficiently
advanced in her toilet to put her wreath on.
Should she wear it? Would it not be confes
sing ton much, if he were to see it in her -hair?
She looked for - some ribbons in her drawer,
but at this moment her father called her, and
said, if she came quick he would drive her over
to Susie's before h e unharnessed the old mare.
So she put on the hop wreath in a hurry, giv
ing it the benefit of 'her doubt, and its trem
bling green' bells mixed with the light curls
of her pretty sunny hair.
"Where did you got that thing froth ?" said
ber . father. "It's mighty tasty, I . declare.
(live the a kiss, evntiv. I hope vonr beaux
will think you look' hall as pretty as * / do. And
it's better; my child, to be admired by your
old father, who loves You, than by a crowd of
foolish fellows, half' of whom get round pret
ty girl just like my flock of sheep out yonder,
one follohing because another is making up to
her." . ,
"Foolish fellows!" They were "foolish fel
lows." But Frank Bandy was not ono of
Ahem. Frank had never followed in her train
sufficiently to be counted "one of her . suitors.
It was this very "foolish" flock, whose ranks
he scorned to enter. All that her father said;
seemed to justify her nascent feeling. She
kissed the old man's ruddy cheek, attd felt as
if tho callow love, that fluttered at her heart,
had almost been made — wehlutne
nation.
"What time shall I come for you, Cynthia?"
said he, as she alighted at Susy's dom..
"Ohl not till...late, father," she - said hur
riedly.
"Stay—not at all. Some of the young men
will walk - home with nie: or, if they don't;'
I'll , come with Tommy Chase. He's only
eleven, but he's tall of los age." -
And new Cynthia found herself in the bride
chamber. 'filo pretty little rose-bud, blushing
in her wedding muslin, and going to be very
happy, liceause... - . well, it takes a great deal
more sense than, Susie had to bo unhappy in
life when one is blessed with a sweet temper
and a good-digestion,- --44-s'uperadded-power-of
suffering isa proof of an advance in organiza
tion, and we submit the argumentto the seep
tic; whether this truth does not imply the ne
cessity of some power or influence whiCl► shall
counterbillanee and adjust this sensitivCness to
suffering, in the highest natures.
Cynthia was waited for to put the finishing
touches to the bridal toilet, tie. Cynthia had
taste, and Cynthia among her "girls" had a
reputation fhr good: nature. Her fingers fail
ed her, and she trembled more than the bride
did when the buggy that had been sent for the
minister stopped at the, kind of the brick path
which led up to the hiones)tead. She saw
Frank Handy in his bridal suit' going down to
receive the minister.
"Cynthia, you go and tell the gentlemen
n "
Cynthia shrank back. But as bridesmaid
it'was her ofliee, and the others pushed her
to the door.
"She didn't want to see Seth Taggart, I
reckon," said 0110 of the girls in a' half whis
' per. "Don't you see how pale she has groWn."
Cynthia fursified this speech by looking
scarlet before the girl addressed could turn
her head ; and 'she opened the door or the
room, where the bridegroom and his men
were caged ; with an air in which assumed in
difference was strongly niatked, and
~"Gentlemen, we are ready," with a toss that
sent the hop-bells dancing in her head.
Seth, long and lean, and shiney, in his wed
ding suit, as a snake in anew skin, took little
Susie on his awkward arm; Frank Handy,
quite collected, and self-possessed, offered his
to the bridesmaitl, and they followed the bride
and bridegrAm into the best parlour. Cyn
thia and Frank were parted, when they took
their places for the ceremony. It was only a
moment that she leaned upon- his arm ; but
-that-moment gave her a new sensation. It
was a pride, such as no woman need be
ashamed of, in resting upon manly strength.
His arms did not tremble, though all - her
nerves seemed twittering like wires stretched
and suddenly let lose. he seemed so strong,
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hegan_to eel her own_unworthiness, and to_
misqust her power.
She cast her eyes'down during the service.
tried to bring her rebel nerves under control
--lie heard nothing, and saw no one. The
tuinit•ter had bles,ed them both, and kissed
the bride. Everybody came round the pair
with salutations. 'lime kissin , : was rather in-
iscrinuna e. e c mulct it) )
kissing all the girls, and of course he kissed
the bridesmaid.. I fis former sensation of "all
over—ever so," transferred itself to her in a
different way. She would as soon: have kiss
ed a clam. _
"Cynthia, you and Frank bring in the
cake. You seem to forget all you have got to
do," said one of the young girls of the party.
Noni I ral ri( esrmu._
ing, and I declare,J don't believe you have
taken the prix i lege of the kiss you are entitled
to."
Frank was curled away from the side of a
lady in blue, a stranger- .from the city, who
hail been brought by some of the guests. She
had !mother acquaintances, and Frank seem r .
ed to be attentive to her.
"I beg your pardon, Miss Cynthia," said
he, writing from the lady, and taking no no
•ro • the latter art of the s eeeh that NV`l,4
addressed to lulu, "let us do all that is expect
ed of -
They went together into tho pantry, and
were alone. Cynthia thought, "If he intends
to say Snip 1 now is the moment." But Frank
was intent on arranging the cake on plates,
and disposing them on a large waiter. Cyn
thia felt ready to cry. She took refuge in si
lence, and the cake. -It May have been the
sweet, unwholesome smell of wedding cake
'which made her head ache violently;' ,
"It is a foolish custom,"' said Frank; as
they, arranged the cakeil. "Foolish that per
sons because they are happy, should want to
makn'other folks sick. But there is a great
deal of- selfishness in the display of newly
married — happiness—as--that -essay- by Elia
tells us."
Frank sighed, and that sigh revived the
courage of Cynthia. Now she thought he
will say "Snip I" Can I say "Snap 1" Oh,
no.
She put on a little coquetry. "You will not
have any cake at your wedding, Mr. Frank,"
she said. "Everything about will be the per
fection of good sense and reason."
She bad not intended to be sarcastic, but as
the speech fell from her lips, it sounded so.—
lt was trifling—unwcirthy. She, wislreCshc
had not said it. Its tone was out of hat:ninny,:
with what she-felt.-
"Come," said Frank, "letus feed them!'
He took one of the handles of the.tray . i andthe
bridesmaid took the other. The , room was ,
very merry. The cake was served-withplen
ty of noise, and the wine after it.
Frank
seemed to be quite self - possessed ,. attentive to
everybody. - Cynthia's , beaus could make
nothing of her. She answered their ques- -
tions wrong. A rumor ran that she was
wearing the willow for Seth Taggart. She
_declined to dance, on the, ground that she
must keep herself disengaged for her duties
as bridesmaid, and, indeed, her head ached.;
so she feared the motion. Agonized, by - her
self consciousness, and with too little spirit •
left to make head against the reports that
were going about, she could not but perceive
that Frank seemed not to 'remember her.
"Who is that lady in blue; Mr, /lanai is so.
taken up with ?" she said to one of the party.
.Cynthia had always called him "Frank" be
fare, but consciousness: Made her now reject ,
- Ake - • •
"Oh ! that is somebody very wonderful.' tv
erybody else- is afraid to speak to her. She
has written a book. Frank seems to he right
down flirting with her=doesn't he? I de
clue, new,- he always wanted somebody-out'
of the way. Nobody here was good . enough •
for Franc - Ilavu yon - heard - he - hag - been - of=
fered a.professorship, - and is 'going* away -?-
He is going to live in the same place she does.
I shouldn't wonder at his courting her—should
you?" .
. "I don't bare," said Cynthia in -her heart,-
"I don't care. Oh-! yes I'do. I care that
he has weighed the in the balances so calmly
this afternoon, and found me so unworthy,
that be takes-back the love he has offered e.'
Has he not judged me xery cruelly ? Or am I
quite unworthy of hiKattaclinient? . To think_
that this morning I had it in my power to' be
happy all my life, when I refused him I Oh t
hew can any one compare any man withktat
And he loved me only to-day—and ruriv,,to-:
Aliglit,---hg : reason-saya_Lam_not-good *ugh_
to .be his wife ; and he is afraid of being. un
happy - with me. Indeed,' I am not good
,enough—but I would try to be."
".. . If you would'snip it." • .
It was Frank Handy's 'voice. She caught_
the word, and looked up oagorlyt Frank saw
her and stopped, embarrassed. He was hold
ing-up a torn fold in the dross of his partner
in blue.
"If I knew where to . find a needle and
thread," said the authoress, with a half look
at the bridesmaid.
"I know. Let me sew it up for you," said
Cynthia.
All
All her pride hod left her. She felt-h,um,
bled to the dust. It Would be a "relief to do
something for this women—better than her
elf--whom lornek_preferred to her.
"Let me do it," she said earnestly,.
"Mr. Handy; I shall depend upon your
escort."
Frank Handy bowed, and the girls went to
gether into a bed room.
Escort.?--was it his escort to the city ?—lle
had told her he Should 'go there. bytithia
sewed 'up the hole in the blue - dress, very
sadly and. quietly.
The animation faded from the young author
ess's face, as she looked down on Cynthia's'
quivering - lip, and saw a big tear fall upon
her sewing. She had heard some one say,
she had been the victim of false hopes raised
by . Seth Taggart; and had in her heart de
spised her fur it; but now she felt as if the
sad heart-broken love bestowed on him en
dorsed him far better than ho looked. it was
a woe, however, to which she could not openly
allude. But, as Cynthia sot the list stitch in
her dress, she stooped down and kissed her.
"Every sorrow has its lesson," ,she said, "as
every weed has a drop of honey in its cup.—_
Blessed are they who suck that drop, and store
itfor good uses."
She had gone, and Cynthia was left alone.
—Yes, she had much to learn. This night's
experience had taught her that her reign was
over, and her career of bellehood run. She,
Mlt=l=
to her new task_ori - 3elf improvement. She
would have - her dear old father's love, and
live at home, and little children, too, should
learn to love her. And then perhaps, some
day when they both grew old, Frank Handy
might—perhaps,-sonic - day—see;tliat he had
judged her hastily, and not to be glad as he
" Sty-
every improvement in her would be due to . his
influence though unseen ; and so even in her
lonely life, he would not be altogethor disso
ciated from her. She sat in the dark, with
lipr bond. ela,arel field over her burnino.
ford ead.
She heard voices in the passages. The par
ty was breaking up. People were beginning
I • • s • • ..!1 • i . l .0
haps during that hour Frank might hare
changed his mind. She had deprived herself
of the opportunity.
She started up and hurried out amongst the
company. They were all getting their cloaks
and shawls on. Frank in his great coat, was
standing impatiently at the house door.
4 1 aun r eady," said the lady in blue, present
-11:11:
Mffl
Frank raised his - hat to the company; and
took her on his arm.
iut t at our, ssi somehn y, "and
let the night air into the house."
So the door closed with a jar that went to
NO. 35.
won it, wo`uld set herself
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