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A NIGHT IN THE LIFE OF A PHYSICIAN. Now this was far from pleasant. In fact it was a
his reasons and circumstances, I am accused of very awkward fix to be in. I did not know how to interested and almost fraudulent designs by this
The madman made a grasp at me, but fortu-Loffmann!" I WAS sitting dozing in my chair, when a tremendous knocking was heard at my door. The nately I eluded his grasp, and thinking it better to
“ Alas! he does not know us, brother,” said the servant opened it, when a man rushed in, in the wild- fight in the dark, I seized his lamp and cast it on girl, gently. “They have filled him with prejudices est disorder.
the floor. The room was now dark. The madman against us, and he has believed them, because it was " For God's sake, doctor," said he, "come with
set up a terrific yelling, and I could hear him lock his interest to do 80.” me! It's a case of life or death. A young girl has the door and put the key in his pocket, while he kept
"And so,” replied Michael, bitterly, “the land I stabbed herself; she is bleeding to death. One muttering.
have cultivated for twenty years, and earned by my thousand dollars if you save her! Come, oh, do not
“I will kill him, I will kill him ! Oh! it will be unceasing labors, is to be taken away from me by a delay." And he rushed towards me, as if to drag rare sport to see him die like she did !"
foreigner, simply because he happens to be born a me along.
I felt my courage rise with the emergency. I half fifteenth cousin !" I hurried away with him, snatching my instru- determined to try a struggle with him ; but I knew
“The judgment has not been given,” interrupted ments from the table as I passed it. I think I never the increased strength that the insane possess, and I Florence. saw before such conclusive grief as this man's face thought it scarcely prudent. What should I do? I
“Ah, but I have little to hope from it,” answered expressed. He was a handsome man, with one of must do something. It would soon be daylight, Michael. “ This Loffmann is young and active; he those faces the ladies so much admire, jet black hair, when I would again be in his power. I felt for some has friends, too ; perhaps the decree has already clustering in waving curls over a winite forehead. weapon with which to defend myself, and, as luck been pronouncedThe lower part of his otherwise feminine features would have it, found a heavy dumb bell in the cor
He stopped on hearing his sister sigh. was relieved by a deep jet black beard. ner where I lay concealed. Presently, I heard the
“Well, well; here I am talking of it all again, I asked him for the particulars of the case. madman slowly searching for me. I raised the
when I brought you here on purpose to make us “ Doctor,” said he, “make haste. I shall go mad. dumb bell: May God forgive me,” I said; it de- both forget it. I wish something wonderful would Why, I would give every drop of blood in this body scended, and I was free. The madman lay stunned
happen to divert usto save one drop of hers. Oh, God!" said he, “pre. on the floor. I rushed to the door, smashed in the
As he said thse words, they turned a corner of tho She stabbed herself before I could lock with the heavy metal, and rushed down stairs. path, and came suddenly upon the open glade, where serve my reason. prevent her. Make haste, doctor—oh, my God! my Presently, the house was all in commotion. On the balloon was floating a few feet above their heads, God!"
what a scene ! The girl dead in a pool of blood sustaining a light, pretty car, which seemed to be
the man insensible on the floor, with the dagger swimming over the grass. We reached the house. On a satin couch, in a
I bled him and he splendid room—the rich Turkey carpet covered with firmly clutched in his hand.
Florence could not restrain a cry of surprise and her blood-lay a young girl. I think I never saw
slowly recovered. But reason never returned. He admiration. It was the first time she had ever seen such a beautiful creature. Even with pallid counten- is a muadman to this day.
a balloon closely. She drew nearer. ance and bloodless lips slie was more of heaven than
I never heard the history of my patients of that
“Two more places !" cried the man who held the earth. What she was when the roses played on her night. They were strangers in the house. I never
cords. downy cheeks I could fancy. will forget that night's adventure.
One man was sitting in the car, in the dress of a There was a deep wound over the heart, and it wa
traveller, with one of the iron-spiked walking-sticks quite evident that the blow had been given with right
used on mountain excursions. good will. On the floor, covered with blood, lay the A NIGHT AMONG THE CLOUDS. “Two places! Who will go for a ride in the air ?" weapon — a slight Damascene dagger, the handle
repeated the man. richly set with pearls, strongly lit up with the reflec
THE sun was setting on a certain Sunday in “Is there no danger ?" asked the girl. tion from the blood-stained ivory.
August sone years ago, at Mannheim ; and “ None in the least," answered the man; I was too late! Alas, the life-blood was slowly the pleasure-gardens which surround the town wero than ten thousand souls havo taken these littlo dropping away. That masterpiece of creation was rapidly becoming silent and deserted. In one, how- rides." soon to be cold and inanimate. She slowly opened ever, the crowd still remained the cottage-garden,
“And can one descend when one likes ?" her eyes and fixed them with dying love upon the then famous for its entertainments, its fireworks, and “You need only ring the little hand-bell.” young man who had summoned me to this scene of its balloon ascents.
“Let us go !" cried Michael. And so saying, he death.
These latter had long been so popular as to attract listed Florence into the car. The man loosed the “Sidney,” she said, “Sidney, I am dying: My great crowds, perhaps the more so as the aërial voy- ropes, and in another moment the balloon slowly own Sidney, I could not live neglected. I told you ages were as little dangerous as they were short. began to ascend. The young girl turned pale. The I would love you to death. Kiss me, Sidney." She The balloons were strongly attached to the ground stranger saw it, and moving towards the hand-bell sank back, and death closed upon his victim !
by ropes, which could be lengthened or shortened at said, smiling—“Shall we stop ?" My companion sat for some time strangely staring pleasure, the ascent never exceeding the tops of the “A thousand thanks !” said Florence. “I shall at the lifeless form on the couch. I could perceive trees, even among the bravest of the adventurers. soon be used to it ;” and her color returned. They that reason was tottering on its foundation. I was
The crowd were now leaving the balloon for the rose above the trees, and the girl forgot her fears in fascinated by his strange look. At last I went up fireworks on another terrace, when a young girl, the newness of the sight. The Black Forest and to him.
leaning on the arm of a man about forty years of the Rhine appeared on either hand, and the Neckar “Sir," I said, " she is no more. Death has re- age, appeared at the end of the avenue. They were meandered among rich meadows dotted with villeased her from her troubles."
talking slowly, and appeared pre-occupied by some lages towards the horizon. “Dead! Did you say she is dead, doctor?" said serious matter. After a silence, the man said, ener- Happy country," said the stranger, as if speakhe, with a strange and curious stare at me. “Ah! getically
ing to himself, “ of fertile fields and wooded mounand you have murdered her,” yelled the madman, for “ No, sister: as long as I live I can never forgive tains !" such he was now. “ You have murdered her, and I that Christian Loffmann for disputing my inheriting Michael sighed, and said in a low voice. shall murder you. Ah! ah! it will be rare sport.” Loerrach, my cousin's property ; for Heaven knows “Happy, indeed, if one is not under the ban of Before I could prevent him, he had picked up the it was not left to me as a gift, but as my right for persecution and calumnies !" dagger. “Yes," said he, with a yell, “ I will mur- what he owed me.”
The stranger turned to him. der you with her dagger. I wiil stab you in the “He should have said so in his will, Michael," “Ah, sir !" said he, “no one knows that better same place. Oh! it will be rare sport to see you answered the young girl.
than myself!" groan and strugglc like shc did. Ah! ah!” and he “And just because he did not, I am despoiled of “ Are you, then, also condemned to defend your made a bound at me.
my due! Because a dying man did not explain all ) just rights ?"
« Let us
“Yes, and from an adversary who neglects no ties—and stiffness in their limbs-Florence at last conducted his two companions after their common means of annoying me."
glided down from her seat, unable to support her- deliverance. Their mutual congratulations had at “Like mine,” returned Michael. “If he gains self any longer. “I am sleepy," she murmured. first quite occupied their minds ; but now that the his cause, I loose everything I have gained in my “Oh, waken up! waken up!" cried Michael ; first feelings of relief had passed away, Ritter began whole life.”
sleep here is death ! Get up, Florence ! get
to feel his menaced interests re-awakoning within “And I, all I have been looking to in the future.”
him. “The fruits of my labors will go to enrich an But she did not move.
How far does your demesno extend ?". avaricious man!"
“ Florence! Oh, my God! she does not hear
Michael started, as if his conscience told him his “ And all my hopes will be destroyed to profit a me! and I have nothing to
guest had divined his secret thoughts. hypocrite !"
“ Take this cloak."
“Ah! you want to know how much your causo “Ah, I see,” said Michael, “our positions are
He turned, and saw Loffmann stripping himself will gain for you?” he answered, bitterly. alike; you plead against some Christian Loffmann, of his coat, which was lined with fur.
Upon my word I was not thinking of it!" replied like me.
“But you yourself?” hesitated Ritter, touched Loffmann, but he looked disconcerted. “Christian Loffmann !" cried the stranger. and surprised.
“ You need not blush about it," said Ritter: "We Why that is my name! And my adversary is “I am stronger,” he answered, briefly.
each havo confidence in our own rights, naturally. Michael Ritter !"
Both stooped to wrap it round the girl, and their I will show you the demesne." Why that is mine !" hands met. Michael seized his adversary's
And he pointed out woods and fields, one after And the two men exchanged glances of surprise,
“Let this wipe out the past. I am sorry I said another, far and near. passion, and hatred. Florence looked frightened. so much to wound you!"
“ It seems a wonderfully well-cultivated property," She laid a hand on her brother's arm.
“Regret nothing," answered Loffmann. “ I was observed Christian, descend !” said she. But he would not listen. most in the wrong !"
I have given every thought and hour l possessed " What Mr. Loffmann said of his adversary is a “ Let us forgive each other, then,” answered to it,” replied Michael. “I had hoped to continue calumny!" exclaimed he, with glittering eyes. Michael ; "we shall all three soon be before the my improvements; but who can tell how many or
" And what Mr. Ritter said of his is false !" re- judgment seat of God. Let us throw away our an- how few days it may perhaps still be mino? Perhaps, plied the young man forcibly. ger before that !!
already" “Oh, heavens ! let us descend !” said tho girl, “I have none left," cried Christian. “ Here is As he said these words, Florence entered ; she tremblingly. my hand, Ritter, and it is a true friend's hand !"
seemed troubled as she advanced, holding a letter in “Yes," said Michael, “ explanations will be more “I accept it as such. Loffmann, we have both her hand. satisfactory on the ground."
been deceived, each believing the other to be ill-in- • Is that from M. Litoff ?" asked Michael, and he “And I hope they will be decisive,” added Loff- tentioned, because our interests were opposed ; and turned pale. man, in a significant voice.
we had no means of learning the contrary by ac- "Yes," answered the girl. He rang the bell; but the balloon remained sta-quaintance. Let us thank God that in our last hour
“Then the judgment is pronounced, and we shall tionary: again, a second and third time, with as little He has brought us together, that we may appear
soon knoweffect. They looked over the side of the car. before him without rancor in our hearts."
He stretched out his hand for the letter, but the “ Amen!" answered Loffmann, "and may God hand trembled. Florence took it between hers ; and “ Gracious Heavens !" cried Michael, “there is an emeute in the gardens! They are tearing down forgive us as we forgivo each other!"
looking timidly at Loffmann, said gently
Then, looking up, they perceived a pale light on the railings, and making a bonfire of the seats, and
“Whatever happens, do not let us forget that we one side : it was the dawn. breaking the lamps !"
have forgiven each other!"
The wind appeared to change and sink; the balloon “There ! they are now under the balloon !"
“The letter! the letter !” cried Michael, impabegan to descend slowly; and a little hope re-ani- tiently. The girl drew back a step. “ What are they doing?"
mated their hearts. The sun rose, and the country By Jove, they are cutting the cords !"
“ Promise to submit quietly, and not angrily, to began to re-appear. It seemed like a resurrection the decision," she said. Ard pointing to the hill, The three travellers shrieked aloud—but in vain : to them. The earth existed still, and for them; and believing the car empty, the students had cut the the balloon continued to descend. They soon dis
where the pine-tree which had entangled them was cords, and in another moment the balloon darted high tinguished the villages and fields. Suddenly Ritter
still visible, she added, solemnlyinto air, and disappeared from their eyes in the joyfully exclaimed,
“Have you so soon forgotten our night in the gathering clouds of night.
“ It is Loerrach !” and Florence, revived and The unfortunate prisoners in the air waisted some thankful, recognised their old house and meadows.
Ritter and Loffmann looked at each other. For a breath in useless cries and exclamations ; but despair But at this moment the balloon seemed beginning moment they each hesitated, and then held out their soon succeeded, and they remained silent and quiet, to re-ascend on a fresh wind. Florence clasped her hands both together. believing themselves doomed to a speedy but inevi- hands.
" Ah,” cried Michael, “it shall not be said that in table death. Florence hid her face on her brother's “Is there no means of stopping it?" she cried, danger alone our hearts were disposed to mercy ! shoulder, but he had no words of consolation to give imploringly.
Saved by the goodness of God, let us prove our her.
“There is one," said Loffmann, " but it is a dan- gratitude by our submission. We have left our Loffmann sat at the other end of the car, seeming gerous one."
enmity in the clouds—do not let us return to it on somewhat less disturbed, and now and then casting “Oh, let us try it!" cried Ritter ; "nothing can
earth. Whatever this letter may announce, I declare a look of pity on Ritter and his sister; but the re- be worse than last night!"
that I will accept my fate with peace and calmness." collection of their enmity and their reciprocal insults
Loffmann stepped cautiously on the edge of the
" And for myself, I shall thank Heaven for having so lately uttered, kept them from communication car, and hanging on by the cords, thrust the spike gained a friend,” answered Christian, “ even if it tells even in their common danger.
of his walking-staff through the silk of the balloon. me of the ruin of all my hopes." Meanwhile the balloon, at the mercy of the night. The gas rushed out with a roar; the balloon sank Florence gave the letter to her brother.
He opened winds, floated through the sky, with the rapidity of with frightful rapidity, and the travellers shut their it with a firm hand, and turned slightly pale. a swallow returning to its nest, while its inmates eyes in terror. A violent bump came, and they You are in your own house, Loffmann," said he, could but just perceive the glimmer of some town or found themselves entangled in the branches of a pine turning to the young man. city over which they were passing. But, by degrees, tree, with the car but a few feet from the ground. “In my favor !" cried Loffmann. even this failed them: the balloon mounted higher, Towards the close of the same day, Loffmann and “ You are master of all that belonged to your and the cold became oppressive. Dull rumblings Ritter were leaning out of the window of the old cousin ; his demesne is yourscame in their ears
ro_sharp tinglings in their extremi- | house—the disputed property—to which Michael had “A demesne is not worth as much as the happiness
" Ah! if I could choose !" party was a rarity-bah ! that a woman could be so I am afraid I am writing somewhat disjointedly
of a friend,” interrupted Loffmann, and he tore the ent, thank heaven ! from one I have now in my eye, I will generously confess here, that Fano has not a letter in pieces.
whose very dress-coat, and choker, and boots were bald head, and I think he would not ill-treat his wife. Ritter beheld him with astonishment : Florence unusually loud, to say nothing of his manner; one Willis was a fat, white, sleepy fellow---like a broken clasped her hands.
who was not, and, I dare be bound, is not aware that seal, not at all likely to make a good impression. “ Yes,” continued the young man, “I came in Boiste—for his information, a French writer-has Fane was a bit---and a good bit---of a rake, much inhere as a guest, and I will not remain as an enemy. said: “Tirer vanité de quelque chose c'est prouver clined to be ultra in fashion, a loud, impudent fellow, He who has received me so kindly shall himself qu'on n'y est pas accoutume,” and I will venture to and pretty good-looking ; that sable cloak of his be the arbiter of our rights."
say that, in spite of his fuss, with him an evening especially---but no, no; sit still, my soul. “Me!"* cried Ritter. Loffmann turned a look full of tenderness on blind as to prefer him—his name, I can hold out no but what of that ?---neither Junius nor Addison would Florence, who cast down her eyes; then taking longer, was Fane--prefer him to me! But women have been models for style---unless it were a disMichael's hand
cannot distinguish between the good and the bad, jointed style, if they had suffered what I have, if they Is it for her who began our friendship to tic the and that accounts for the wife-beaters and the wives had written in such a state of mind as that in which knot which shall bind us to each other, and render beaten. They ought to take care.
I write as I think of my misfortunes. I merely wish our division of rights more casy,” said he.
I saw how it would be before I had been at Mrs. to say, that I looked upon Willis as a contemptible, « How ?" asked Michael, astonished.
Croole's a quarter of an hour. I knew that I should unfearable rival, and upon Fane as rather dangerous. “ By enabling friends to become brothers." retire to my bed deeply, madly in love as usual, but
Fane danced with her, and so did Willis. Upon Ritter smiled, as Florence hid her blushing face in as yet I had no idea as to who was to be the object the former I cast a glance occasionally, in my prohis bosom, and held out her hand to Loffmann.
of my adoration. Amid such a throng of bright, miscuous manner : the latter I scarcely deigned to
happy eyes and cheeks, maddening arms and throats, regard at all. I saw that Miss Chapman smiled when MISTAKE N. and beautiful cerise dresses, I was like a thoughtful he spoke, and chatted agreeably with him ; but this I
bluebottle newly arrived at butcher's shop I did attributed to the good nature of a sylph pestered by a A T the commencement of my present little story, not know upon what or upon whom to fix. But bore. Although she appeared indifferent to Fane, I
it appears necessary I should inform when I had concluded that long polka with her, thought there might be some assumption of indifferreaders that I am of a singularly sensitive, suscep- during which we talked—she so feelingly !-of Cole- enco there, for I feared him. Results have proved tible, amorous disposition—I have been so from my ridge’s “ Love” and Tennyson's “ Lord of Burleigh,” the correctness of my judgment.
of love increased, very cradle. My whole life has been one perpetual I was determined to marry Miss Chapman, and to love falling quickly in love, and as quickly falling out of her to my dying day. In a moment I had forgotten and yet with every kind glance I received from her it. The strength of the first trait would lead me to that my own income did not exceed a paltry two eye—and such glances were many—my hope grew suppose that I was in some way or other descended hundred a year, and—believe me—that she is worth stronger. For the whole of that night I was in from Romeo and Juliet ; the fatality of the second, two thousand pounds per annum. I thought of dream-land—dreaming of marrying her, with Fane that I was a near relative—of whom shall I say?- nothing, indeed, but love and strange mixture you looking helplessly and distractedly on, while Willis of any ill-used vagabond you like, who would have
oh man of the world !-marriage.
went to drown himself-of angels and cherubs, of been a respectable citizen and the “father of a
The polka ended, I of course clung to her all Thompson's and Wallack's, of Niblo's and Mafamily," if men and circumstances would only have I could, and I fattered myself she clung to me; and retzek's Opera, as usual ; and by the time the last permitted him. How very few are treated accord- when it was announced that a waltz was next, and guests were preparing to depart, and Miss Chaping to their deserts ! If I had been treated accord- the waltz one that I may truly and emphatically call man and I, and Willis and Fane were of them, I felt ing to mine, I should have married an angel years my own, it being inscribed to me—“The Dower doubly heroic, and thrice armed to work my way to ago, had various little cherubs around me now, had Polka,” composed and dedicated to his friend Alfred the empire of loveand thereby hangs my tale.
I think about half a dozen of us had secured our plenty of money, which I should have spent at Dower, Esq., by George Drax; you are doubtless Thompson's upon the angel and the cherubs; well acquainted with it, I immediately requested the hats, and over-coats, and cloaks (oh, — those and I should be expending one half of my time in pleasure of dancing it with her, for here was a feather cloaks !) and what not, and were just descending the caressing them, and the other half with the angel in my cap I was determined to wave. And I did staircase. I was on the landing, Miss Chapman was at evening parties, at Wallack's Theatre, and Ma- waltz with her, and I informed her how closely allied near me, and Fane was not far off, while Willis was retzek's Opera. This would be just to my taste, I and the waltz music were in my quiet unruffled half-way down—when suddenly the lamp went out,
and left us in the dark. In an instant a tumultuous and—for the greatest crime I ever committed was stylc, as though I were used to such things. once to steal the pocket-handkerchief of one who
But I soon received convincing, yet unpleasant, throng of images flitted across my brain-Romeo had ravished me, and to offer to deny the fact on proof of the excellence of my tasle. I was told that and Juliet, Abelard and Héloïse, Faint Heart never oath when afterwards charged with it (I had fallen the flower I had chosen from a score of flowers could won Fair Lady, Here goes and with my usual out of lovo again then) par conséquence my deserts. be admired by other eyes than mine. I had hardly quickness of thought, I turned to the spot where Hamlet asks, who would escape whipping if all had had time to feel myself in love with Miss Chapman, she was standing when I last saw her, and seized their deserts ? and I have no hesitation in saying before I discovered that Fane was in love with her the fair object in my arms. Immediately its arms tbat Alfred Dower--that's my name would. too; and I had no sooner taken my eyes off Fane were thrown around my neck. Another virtue of mine is, that whenever I re- than I found that Willis had his eyes set on mon
“Dearest !" I passionately whispered. ceive an invite out to dine, or to an at-home, or to ange, like a man that was sea-sick gazing on the
And it was answered" Angel!” anything you like, I always give an answer directly; boatswain. Well, I am not a coward. I was in- I had not expected quito so much as this, and was and therefore, when on the 3d of last December I clined neither to despair nor faint. If I had somo so much the more delighted. I hugged the mantled opened a pink note—that is a note on pink paper - slight desire to thrash them both for their audacity, form more closely, and was just placing my lips to scented, from Mrs. Croole, requesting the honor or that was a little woakness with which I am sure those lips, when Brills, who was a great smoker, the favour, I forget which-of a little party at her gentlemen will not find fault, and at which I hope had lit a match and the lamp, and showed me that I house on the 5th, I cast my eagle oye around, and ladies will wink; yet I neither fainted, nor fought, was ombracing Fane, and showed Fane that he was finding I had no engagement whatover for that night nor despaired, but preserved that quiet, neat style, embracing me. It also showed us that, at the foot I instantly dropped her a lino, written in the most which I believe I mentioned before, and which is of the stairs, Willis had hold of Miss Chapman's aristocratic, unreadable hand I could command, natural to me. Yet I was not comfortable. I cared hand making love, while she was smiling and blushsaying that I should be most happy, et cetera. little or nothing about Willis, the sea-sick gentleman, ing, apparently well pleased. I went : for I always do what I promise-another but Fane occasioned me some uneasiness ; not but But this was not the end. Sho cared nothing
I went ; and I wish I hadn't gone. I went that he was infinitely inferior to myself, but, as about Willis ; that was all a joko; and she is now vual quiet, noat style, different, very differe- | I just remarked, women cannot distinguish. But I going to marry Fanc.
In a little pamphlet, recently published, in town circles and country circles, is Mrs Stephens' giving a history of American poets and poetry, wo WITH READERS AND CORRESPONDENTS. « Fashion and Famine.” We have already given our find some amusing samples of the poetry that used
readers a critique on this admirable book, but we to please our ancestors. The first book printed IT must be conceded that, taken altogether, our have been permitted to see a private letter from a dis- among the pilgrims of New England was a version
American ladies dress well. They will compare favorably with the best dressers in the world, tinguished Southern literary lady to a friend in this of the Psalms, the joint labor of three worthy gentle
Here is a specimen of its style in the followthe French ; and their taste is far superior to that of city, in which occur a few remarks on this volume men.
so excellent in many ways that we have obtained ing verse :the English women. And yet how much bad taste
permission to publish them :in ladies dresses do we continually encounter? The
The Lord's song sing can we? being
in strangers' land, then let great prevailing fault is an excess of ornament and a “ There is a profound and painful interest in the character
loose her skill my right hand if I fondness for overdressing for the street. It is won- and position of Ada that overshadows the whole novel. and
Jerusalem forget.” derful, the accumulated mass of things they pile
casts into obscurity others of the story which, with a more
commonplace heroine, would shine out with great distinctupon themselves, the flowers, feathers, ribbons, orna
One Wolcott, of Connecticut, employed his pon to ness and brilliancy. There is the deepest beauty and pathos describe American scenes and events. But his de ments, jewelry, the variety and contrasts of color, in Florence and her surroundings, and her story would which combine to constitute a lady's dress. We engage all o ir thoughts were we not most painfully fascinated scriptions are amusingly prosaic, as in this sketch of will not stop to speak of the low bodices and unco- by the tragic interest that invests Ada Leicestor. Jacob the Connecticut River :vered arms so common in our streets, except to say Ada. And Mrs. Gray is delicious. And after one's nerves Strong is admirable. He is just the man to be placed near
" The water's fresh and sweet ; and he that swims that this style of dress is manifestly improper for the have been strained to the snapping by Ada, it is just delight
In it, recruits and cures his surfeit limbs. street or the promenade, however much it may add rul-no, not delightful-we can't be delighted so soon-Ada
The fisherman the fry with pleasure gets,
With seines, pots, angles, and his trammel-nets. to the brilliar.cy and effect of the drawing-room. has made us too sad—but it is most refreshing and consoling
In it swim salmon, sturgeon, carp, and cels; Our present object is merely to allude to the general Mrs. Gray's sunny country home, and the old trees, and the to be spirited away from the darkness and the shadow, to
Above fly cranes, geese, ducks, herons, and teals." fondness for excess of ornament,
dahlias and chrysanthemums. The old couple are beyond Now, however beautiful in itself, viewed discon- praise-they are the Christian heroes and martyrs of the
In describing some mountains, he says :nected with the wearer and apart from the human book. And except the Bible, I have never read anywhere so
• Twenty-four miles surveyors do account
Between the eastern and western monat." face, a bonnet may be ; however elegant in form, sublime and beautiful a moral scene as the temptation in the color, or ornament a shawl, or a mantel, or indeed Florence was a broken dower that no binding up and watercondemned cell. But I think it should have been a tragedy
At a later date, one Joel Barlow attained quite a any article of dress may be, the very attractiveness ing could ever restore to life and bloom ; Ada a splendid notoriety, principally from a very stilted affair called and beauty which these articles in themselves pos- ruin-her life spoiled beyond restoration by anything but The Columbiad. But his best poem was ono on sess, detract from and help to weaken the natural death. beauties and charms of the wearer.
An artist can
“ How she naunts one—that ada of the faming heart– Hasty Pudding, which he opens in this wise :
with her deathless, burning and consuming love that had outunderstand this principle well, because he knows that lived all the chances and changes of liso, and tiine, and
“ I sing the sweets I know, the charms I feel,
My morning incense, and my evening meal ; one grand secret of his art is to obtain effects by con- reparation, and sin and sorrow.
The sweets of Hasty Pudding! como, dear bowl, trasts. Whatever is most powerful and brilliant will
Glide o'er my palate, and inspire my soul," overshadow and destroy that which is lesser.
"I hope, indecd, the work will have all the success it so
well merits. The taste of novel-readers of this age, however, once thoroughly appreciating this principle cannot
What a study are the advertising pages of seems to bo decidedly in favor of cant and cookery. And if l:ut perceive that by excess of dress she is simply you would only write a novel all abnut a perfect heroine who the daily journal! What insights into human nature, made a victim, and to the full proportion of that talks of original sin, total depravity, the wrath of Heaven human follies and weaknesses they frequently afford ! which her dress excels in beauty, she of herself loscs and eternal perdition—and who prefers to fry cakes on a liot If one reads but curiously enough he can often see in beauty. She thus becomes an injury to herself stove, and doesn't mind the grease and smoke-why, your the beatings of the inner heart of humanity. We and to the world. The true aim of dress is to past--look not hehind after it.
book would go—like-hot cakes ! But the age of heroism is clip a few recent curious advertisco.ents that are heighten, to set-off, to add to the attractiveness of Remember Haydon ! and his “ grand style.” Contrast him very suggestive :the wearer; and if this object is lost sight of in an with his contemporary, Wilkio. Haydon with his great
Sophie! Could you but see the misery you gave created, admiration for the foil rather than for the gem itself, heroic subjects, such as the “ blind Belisarias,” “ Banish
it would touch even your heart. When the still, small voice -in a fondness for that which ornaments in its ab- mont of Aristides," &c., lived in hopeless debt and difculty, and died by his own hand.
of conscience awakens, let the thoughts of your chili rea de
The taste of the stract self, then dress ceases to fulfil its mission. people were for “ca' angers," “ cottage windows,” “ cat
serted be your punishment. Gratitude! affection! 01.bs! And there is a vast difference, too, in the capacity paws." &c., and the result was, that of the two artists, the Adieu, eternally, E.” of different ones for adornment. Somo require greatest one remained“ poor Benjamin Haydon,” while the
The above was in a late number of the “ London much, others will scarcely bear it at all. Hawthorno lesser became “ Sir David Wilkie !"
Times.” Here is another from the same issuc: admirably illustrates this idea in a description of one
We understand that “ Fashion and Famino" is
“From Elsey to Edmund: Did you but koow the inmenso of his characters—Priscilla, in “ The Blithedale Ro- wonderfully successful. We are glad of this, be- amount of mental sorrow you are causing to one who still mance.” He says :—"
:-“She was a person who could be quite obliterated, so far as beauty went, by any deserves it. We certainly hope that its success will cause the book deserves it, and because Mrs. Stephens dearly loves you, you would at once desist from persecuting
her who is innocent of the vile charges your party have thing unsuitable in her attire ; her charm was not
so falsely accused her of, the characters of whon she is quite ensure a golden reward to that estimable lady. positive and material enough to bear up against a mis
prepared to fully show are basely vile. Remember our
children, and in God's name no longer persecute her wbo taken choice of color, for instanco, or fashion. It
A CORRESPONDENT sends us an epigram, vows herself innocent, and who loves you still. notwithstand. was safest, in her case, to attempt no art of dress ; “ To Isabel :"
ing all the past. Your relations oblige her thus to meet your for it demandod the most perfect tasto, or else the
eye, as they prevent all correspondence. May the spirit of
“Some men pronounce my loved ono fair, happiest accident in the world, to give her precisely
the living God. that great heart-seorcher, direct your heart Somo prudo ones think she is a swell,
and your actions." the adornment which she needed." We know of But, to one and all I answer this, ladies of this description, who seem to fade away by
Her name conveys her worth, sho 18-e-bel(le)." Still another from a later date, but upon a similar the side of ornament, like drooping flowers.
And still another to " Augusta." He
You are earnestly entreated to see your ragraph with any thought of a dissertation on dress. well
, well, Lamb said that the worst pun was always husband and your sister Elizabeth, and to reconciled. He We know our hopeless ignorance of the matter, and the best one:
accuses others of knowing where you aro, and of preventing the uttor absurdity of any of our sex pretending to
your return." dictate on such a subject. And yel, madam, there
A shrew I ween you'v often hoard of,
Bold and bonest this :
But greater shrew than theo Augusta, may be a hint or two we'vo thrown off which will
I for one have never heard of
“ Poverty and nonor ? ru not touch the money ; #'s prove suggestive to you.
Tho ay is ove-Gracious! what A-gust-or." stolen proporty. E. J. W."
"Remember Lot's wife."
appears to be
** Sarah R.
The Crystal Palace closes in October,
But “ Julia" is by no means desirous of letting the
A thousand groans ascend tho skies, but the four winds when the building is to be sold. What a strange,
subject drop. The letter from “ Lewis
return eventful history it has been, to be sure. Beautiful
And breathe heaven's denance
have stirred her gall a little. We append her comas it is conceded to be, all worthy the praise of the To the departure of war's most awful sound,
Which echoes ever and anon return, artist or the critic, and all important to the artisan and
MR. EDITOR :-I'm not going to answer Mr. Lewis's nonmechanic, yet it has proved a disastrous financial
Discordant as the breathings of hell's fiery Naraos.
sense about cabalistic words, Eastern enchanters and gor
Blood, death, and groaning agonies excito the eloment. failure. More disastrous than any other undertak
geous dreams and all that kind of fol-de-rol, Neithos am I The fierce howling winds,
going to compliment him on his puns. Some of them I'm ing we remember of. Think of its stock falling And groans bespeak the angry grave of strife,
quite sure I have seen before, and those I hav'nt are so bad from the high figure of one hundred and seventy For proud hosts unslain.
they never ought to have been seen at all. But what I am down to five! Almost every one has his own pet
Thunders roll, åre's tho reigning elemont
going to call your attention to, Mr. Editor, is the following
In deepest darkness clad.' reason to which he attributes its failure. But the
sentence from his letter which I wish you would print in big reasons are manifold. Undoubtedly the delay and
Isn't there sublimity for you? Grand absolutely! capitals :
“Do WB LIVE WHOLLY IN THE WORLD FOR OURSELVES, the incompleteness of its opening were the main But do you, reader, perceive one advantage this
AND IS THERE NO SUCH PRINCIPLE AS MUTUAL TORDEARcauses; but we do not believe, with everything else extract possesses, which we are bold to say cannot ANCE?”
Now sir, did you ever hear of cool audacity equal to that ? favorable, that the citizens of New York would he claimed by any other poet dead or alive!
Was there ever such unblashing impudence! The idea of have generally supported it in its present inconve- this. Begin to read it at what point you will, at
a man talking about mutual forbearance and not living wholly nient situation. It was too much of a journey to the bottom, the middle or the top, the sense is for ourselvos ! Man' The most intensely selfish creat uro reach it. There was too much of an undertaking equally clear either way. A triumph of art you to be found anywhere, who thinks of nothing but his own must confess.
comfort, and like a tyrant, as he is, compels everything and necessary to visit it. People usually saunter into such
" JULIA's" letter on tobacco has not
everybody, including us poor down-trodden women, to slavo places. They want them in the way of their usual
and exist solely for his selfishness. O the monstrous impuyet ceased calling forth responses. A correspondent dence of this fellow! Talk to us, to us about “ mutual forwalks. But to go to Furty-fourth street
, to most peo- who acknowledges himself to be addicted a little to bearance," when it is just what we are always practicing ple, included the necessity of considerable preparation and fore-thought. But the question now is—what
the use of the weed sends us a poetical rhapsody in and " Lewis ” I presume is always preaching. And then he is to become of the building ?---to what uses, vile or its defence which he clipped from an English Jour- adds; “Let us be lenient to the little weakcesses of either
$CK." I should like to know, sir, if your sex are not connal. It is called otherwise, is it to be put ? Can't some plan be de
tinually tantalising and tormenting us about our peculiari
A WHIFF: vised to retain it here—to have it erected in some
Don't I see in the papers every day fun made about
our bonnets and our nounces and our skirts, and our rib more central locality, and put to some use that would
“Lot poets rhyme of what they will,
bons, and our long dresses, and low bodices ? And, do these not be attended with great expense, and yet be at
My theme shall be tobaceo!
trouble your arrogant sex, sir? Do they interfere with your tractive ?
comfort, sir ? No! But because I venture to remonstrato Hail weed, eclipsing every flower, The theatres are preparing for the com- or thee I fain would make my bower
against the use of a thing that is an intolerable nuisance to ing season, and most of them will soon be opened.
When fortune frowns and tempests low'r,
everybody-that makes your breath siell vilely, that soils Guila, Grisi, and Mario are not only positively to
Mild comforter of woo!
our dresses, makes disgusting our streets, offensive the con
cort room, sickening vur own houses, and intolerable the visit us, but by this time they are probably on their "They tell us that an angel's foot
world—when I speak of this thing that has como upon tho way across the Atlantic. Their engagement is with
First brought to life thy precious root,
world like a blight and a curse, then you talk about “mu. The source of ev'ry pleasure.
tual forbearance !" I'm vexed, and I can't help it. These Mr. Hackett. Mr. Barry has just returned from
Descending from the skies. he press'd
men would provoke an angel, and I'm sure my temper is England with a company for his Boston theatre. Of With hallow'd touch Earth's yielding breast,
callod a good one. Mr. Wallack’s and Mr. Burton's movements, we Forth sprung the plant, and then was bloss'd
But I was so glad to see Emily's letter. I want her though have not heard. The death of Mr. Lysander Thomp
Man's costliest treasure.
to tell her brother Charles that I'm not an old maid and son will leave a vacancy in Mr. Wallack's company • Throughout the world, who knows thee not i
nothing like one. As for the lawn dress I've had just such
things happpen to mo. O the horrid stuff! which it will be impossible for him to fill. At the of palace, and of lowly cot
The universal guest.
Yours, anti-tobacco, for ever, Broadway we perceive ihey will give us the “stars"
JULIA. The friend of Gentile, Turk, and Jow, in their due course, supported, we sincerely hope, a
P.8. Mr. Editor, do you chew, or smoke, or snufti II
To all a stay,-to none untruo, little better than they were last season. It is also The balm that all our ills subdue,
you do, my hope in man is gone for ever. to be hoped that some of our managers will have the
And soothes us into rest.
The lady who sends us the subjoined virtue to give us a new play occasionally. For our “ With thec, the poor man can abido
letter, pleads so bewitchingly, that we might well part, we are heartily wearied of these old stereo- Oppression, want, the scorn of prido,
be tempted to accede to her request :
The curse of typed affairs, that season after season are acted and
penury. Companion of his lowly state,
OUT ON THE VERANDAH, TWILIGHT. re-acted upon our boards. We should like to have
He is no longer desolate,
My Very Dear Friend, Mister Editor.-Wont you allow the power to forbid for ten years the acting of the
And still can brave an adverse fate,
me to make a suggestion ? Certainly! I know your pro“ Hunchback," " Love,” Lady of Lyons,” and
With conscious worth, and thoo !
verbial good nature and of course yı" say, Certainly! I
am every bit as sure you say “certainly as ir I heard you sundry other plays of a similar cast, that occupy our
“ All honor to the patriot bold,
say so with my own ears; so, then, to come back to the boards nine-tenths of the time. Give us, Messieurs Who brought, instead of promis'd gold,
point,which was my suggestion. Well. you. Daper is a Managers, new plays, even if-0, dire necessity !
Thy leaf to Britain's shore.
doar. delightful love of a paper, but it has got une fault
It cost him liso,-but thou shalt raiso you should have to pay for them.
there aint any deaths and marriages. That's a grea' misA cloud of fragrance to his praise, A new poet has appeared in England
take ; for I do delight in deaths and marriages-and birins ! And bards shall hail in deathless lays
Can't you give us a weekly summary of all these pleasanı who will no doubt, wither the laurel on the young
Tho valiant knight of yore.
items, printod in order, just as they occur in life? That brow of Alexander. Do you doubt us, reader? We
“Ayo, Raleigh, thou shalt live, till Timo
would be so delightful' Do, that's a dear Mister Editor, will convince you. Read this extract from a poem
Shall ring his last oblivious chime,
and obligo one who loves to have a "Tote-a-tete" with you. which he calls "The End :"The fruitful themo of story.
KATE. “But where religious awe and zeal display'd, And men in ages hence shall toll,
Sir CHARLES NAPIER, the commander And valiant courage reigns alike in armies beart, oppos'd
How greatness, virtue, wisdom, fell,
of the Baltic fleet, gave recently, at a dinner party, In battle's desperate strife,
And dimm'd ber ancient glory.
this toast :Ah! deadly is the sceno, oh! sore misery, Ah! hell's ferocity the spectacle.-
. And thou, O Leaf, shall keep his name
“Our Navy in the Baltic—the Bull-works of tho Through heaven and earth, deadly echoes rond tho air, Unwither'd in the wreath of fame,
English people!" Fierce strise, hell's thunders and satanic sounds, vol.
And teach us to remember,
Very good, Sir Charles, very good! If you can't cano's awo,
Ilo gave with theo content and peace.
entertain us by a little fighting, why the next most Fire and blood-bred sbricks,
Bestow'd on life a longer leaso, With foggy smoke as deadly as 'tis dark,
And bidding all our troubles cease,
acceptable thing of course is a good joke. So fire And fames tangiblo.
Made Summer of December!”
away, Sir Charler.