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 j! d' ut write such stuff. I have seen as 





THE INS! 



Chapter in. 



"'. last No.] 



I q*d unreservedly told tins friend my condition, 

 nod besought her guidance and ;>dvice, which she 

 as unreservedly granted, and gave something of 

 the history of her struggles before I had ever seen 

 her. I knew her to be an occasional contributor 

 to some of the popular journals, but was not 

 aware that she received anything therefor. I bud 

 known of her correcting proof, and (the now pro- 

 posed to introduce me to ber old employer, and 

 secure mo constant business, I acceded, and had 

 the happiness of returning home with the proof- 

 sheets of a little book designed for children. 

 Under her guidance I soon understood the pro- 

 cess of correction, and was positively delighted 

 when I received the pittance which I had earned, 

 and another meagre, little book for further labor. 

 Patiently I delved in my new occupation, and 

 was startled one day by my husband's deliberate 

 remark, 



"Jane, why not write a book of yonr own to 

 correct? I remember some sweet bits of poetry 

 which I chanced to see upon sundry fly-leaves 

 and odd bits of paper, in our palmier days, and 

 those gems in the shape of letters which you 

 sent mo before mnrriuge, unmistakably attest 

 geoius." 



"Do you really think that I could write a book, 

 my dear t" said I, in utter astonishment, and with 

 n sadden sense of dawning power, of which I had 

 scarcely a conception. 



"Certainly; there is u fountain of beautiful 

 imaginings and a fund of strong thoughts and 

 elevated purposes thatour adversity has developed 

 in you, which none of your friends could have even 

 suspected. I always thought that you were ex- 

 ceedingly brilliant, but I have found a new gem, 

 polished by stormy wines and puritied by beatiug 

 tempests." 



"What a bewilderiog thought! I have never 

 written a word for the Press, although I had care- 

 ful training in composition, and was said to excel. 

 It was always a delight lo write, but only my 

 partial frieuds could have perceived in me the 

 germs of genius. It is mere folly to dream of 

 such an impossibility. Your judgment is not 

 clcur in reference to me." 



"Suppose you try your hand. If you must 

 work, I cau only ask congenial occupation fur 

 you. I can see now that labor has a dignity and u 

 use, and that you are happier to be employed, It 

 U only Qod'i banignanl power that keeps me from 

 raving madness hero in my helpless inaction, yet 

 1 Mold i,.. i wish I'.iitu for the enervating life, 

 ndulgftd for so long a time." 



I grew absent and careless over my proof-read- 

 . and With as tittle success, tried 

 The now possible lift rose before 

 lbs vesture of dreams and dim with 

 the halo of luminous and ever-rarying clouds. 

 inidTertenUy turmd uponmystrcet 

 and obeying the impulse of those 

 T T ' d m "uo<'ics, I took paper and pencil to make, 

 at writing. I 



■■ 0, tbMa editors fill up with anything. Just 

 aa if any of us cared lo r<a4 what we have all *«*» 

 so many times. I never read anything but the 

 morders, riots, and such disturbances as happen 

 down there by the UUsion Home. Ha I QB !" 



J colored and trembled so visibly to hear myself 

 thus indirectly discussed, and the shop keeper 

 looked so suspiciously at me when be bunded the 

 change that I feared be would call me back and 

 reject the garment which I h«d just pawned for a 

 pittance to procure somo little luxuries to which 

 IhndflU invalid had aiwajsbeeo accustomed. I 

 went home chagrined, yel encouraged, and dili- 

 gently strove to frame a few more paragraphs. 

 Tbe moments sped rapidly in my labor, which 

 elated rather than wearied. I was astonished that 

 I could write at all when so oppressed by care and 

 worn by fatigue, but utter failure in one direction, 

 and pressing waul in another, stimulated meto the 

 most unnatural eflbrt. Snatching every possible 

 moment fur the burning thoughts which came 

 apace, now that they bad found a vent, I still derat- 

 ed tbe greater portion of my time to other em- 

 ployments, living the while in that beautiful 

 creation of visions, thus suddenly enveloping me 

 end seeming to be the great desideratum for which 

 I had always longed. I could lookback through 

 all my life to days of restlessness and indefinite 

 grasping for something yel unuttained, marveling 

 that the breath, the touch, which now roused me 

 had not then opened a new life. What an untold 

 delight to retire within the sacred temple of the 

 heart, and holding silent communion with, tbe 

 invisible fountains of thought and hope, revel in 

 novel combinations, grotesque fancies, and new 

 developments. How strong the heart may grow 

 in silent thought, lately so (roil in execution, and 

 feeble in purpose I How the spirit-harps quiver 

 and tremble at the lightest random touch, and, 

 perchance, yield to the mute inner ear soothing 

 harmonies and thrilling melodies. How I glowed 

 and reveled in the seraphic lire which consumed 

 me no words could paint, uod the faint glimmer- 

 ings of the light within, which I strove to render 

 to tho world, gave but partial glimpses of the 

 ideal gossamer forms of the possible and fabulous 

 beauty with which imagination streamed. I knew 

 that I was not writing practically or forcibly, 

 perhaps, but with tbe flush of faith and hope, I 

 heeded nothing until my visions were rudely dis- 

 turbed one evening, as I returned my last proof, 

 by the information that there would be nothing 

 more for me in several weeks. My blank look of 

 pain and disappointment seemed to strike the 

 worthy clerk, who said that "bethought such a 

 story as I might write would sell well.'' I only 

 shook my head depiccntingly, and turned from the 

 office to meet tbe manic spectre, who hissed into 



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rum he hr,t, had entew . d my 60u)[ wlieTed DT 

 occasional gh mrws Q , ^ ^^^ p ^ , L;[J 



B Wf« t d UmJlords and insolent 

 clerks. I dW n.t fi^grt m , d of fwhion and 

 opulence, and m b, VBri ,, y ,, e , ^^ 



had seen was enabk-d to complete quite a series for 

 a daily paper, their loc*I r»l Uf co Ml ,, jng in fttithfu , 

 transcripts of different part* of tbe city , had 

 not the courage to present my "Peam* 1 ,t 



1 '»Rh the Mail 

 [Hug remuneration. \v w ^ p UM j] 

 and 1 had ceased expecting to see tuy articles in 

 print, whoa hv tbe merest chance 1 heard them 

 referred to in one of the liowery shops, thus, 



He did not venture to follow— but no words Ci 

 portray the terror which ever brooded over me i 

 I cautiously found my way about tbe city, wbe 

 necessity compelled me to go. This maniac wi 

 thought to be a stranger, and if insane, perfectly 

 harmless and docile toward every one except 

 myself. "Ha! ho! starving are you':" How 

 wildly rung the words, and bow chillingly true I 

 felt them! "Starving!" Who knows to what 

 unfathomed depths of misery they may sometime 

 fall, or how much of danger and contumely they 

 will brave for mere bread— gross, bodily suste- 

 nance? 0, for a crumb, or a crust to relieve this 

 fearful gnawing I Give it or I die,— who will not 

 cling to life, even be, who, but a day since, would 

 have been willing to Oiog it away in shuddering 



A week of many misgivings passed, and I made 

 slow progress with my embroidery. I tried to cul 

 tivate expedition, but that which has been learned 

 as recreation, or as a mere accomplishment, will 

 not soon bo brought under the unceasing tramp ol 

 stolid-faced utility. I wearied myself unspeakably, 

 and injured my eyes by long sitting at the close 

 work, which bad now become unmitigated toi 

 Impervious though the future, heaven lies beyond 

 tbe cloud. I did not realize this when my money 

 was gone, the last hoarded bit laid before my fail- 

 ing husband and myself ready to faint wilh the 

 utter exbaustiou of fatigue and hunger. V 

 reader, absolute, pinching hunger. A strange 

 apathy was stealing upon me as I mechanically 

 completed the arrangements for the night and 

 tired to my pallet, feeling tbe same stupor which 

 had, of late, been creeping over the dear invalid, 

 bound to me by so many tics of joy and pain. He 

 seemed uncomfortable when roused, yet fully retain- 

 ed his faculties, and I bad allowed myself to hope 

 that he was recuperating by so much seeming resi 

 and would finally arouse and go forth into the 

 again. But this bad lasted too long and I 



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increasing wants or bear to gaze upon any added 

 suffering? What possible resource bad I to met 

 any new calamity? Bread and embroidery !- 

 Starvation and finery I Ah, if those who purcbat 

 the frail material caught therewith but a tithe < 

 the suffering with which it is ofteu wrought, ho 1 

 madly would they Sing it away ! How long had I 

 UaLntcd in the handiwork of human mis* 

 days that were post! God forgire us fo: 

 knowing whereby we live! I did not sleep (hat 

 night — a strange shuddering torpor held m 

 tionless and silent, from which I was roused in the 

 morning by a rap nt the door, to which I tardily 

 replied, and was met by the Cheery remark, 



■■ w i II. DOW, I thought you would never com< 

 Hothu lenl me with ■ Sab and n few Utile flxiri 

 fa Mr. B.AJUi<w. She thought that they might be 



I thanked her with a fell heart and blessed Gc 



for the kind neighbor who had so often shartd m 



vigils, and i . : I WS» necessari! 



absent, and now had saved me from positive wan 



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paragraphs. The afternoon found me again 

 city and walking wilh unwonted desperatioi 

 an editor's sanctum, asking base coin for my baser 

 productions, and, stranger still, the censor offered 



e a dollar an article. I returned home laden with 

 e Staff of lift and weeping tears of rapturous joy, 

 ore than ever convinced that happiness is but by 



Chapter IV. 



"Well, Jijte, you more than meet my hopes. 



What strides we cau lake when impelled by the 



driving tempest! Qoo bss brought about all this 



I you forth," said my friend, lira. Lxcrens, 



eturned from Washington, six months from 



iie that I met ber upon tbe sidewalk. 



for it, when I was rioting in wealth, and, thereby, I 

 now kept from beggary. How emphatically 

 e that no knowledge can come emissl How 

 e are we to find just tbe position for which we 

 e been educated, whether the school may have 

 ■ii the drawing-room, the seminary, or the 



kitchen ! 11 y probalioo bus been sore and weary, 



but I am now above want." 



What an independent and joyous existence 



might be yours could Mr. Harjton continue to 



" 1 have no joy in any success except as it pro- 

 cures comforts for him. He seems feebler to-day; 

 be has not spoken for more than a moment at a 

 time in a week. He is speaking now,— 



" My dear, will you raise the pillows," said he, 

 taking my hand tenderly, and stroking my hair as 

 he continued, — " You are od the high road to fame 

 and fortune, Jake ; and I am abuut, alone, to seek 

 the dark shadows of tbe valley of Death,— my only 

 grief being to leave you. Don't weep, I have but 

 a few moments to speak, I have held high and holy 

 communion with saints above, while lying here, — 

 there is nothing earthly to keep me from the bliss 

 of abiding near a pardoning Savior. 0, the glory 

 of my inner Bight, even now," — and he sank, 

 overcome by the rapture of emotion. Toward 

 evening be roused again and in the same impres- 

 sive manner left messages for some of his former 

 friends, importing that "death bad lost its sting 

 and life its charms, now that Gon had saved him 

 though as by fire." 



Tho abrupt and noisy entrance of a frightened 

 aud spectral-looking man, whom I immediately re- 

 cognized as my street persecutor, broke upon the 

 solemnity of the scene. A fierce execration burst 

 Irom his lips, as he threw upon tbe floor a roll of 

 papers, shrieking— 



" Take your gold, it burns in my baud,— lo be 

 sure you don't know me with my gray hair and 

 blood-shot eyes,— I give you curses with your 

 gold, such as it bus heaped upon me. I could not 

 live in Paris for its never-ending gnawing into my 

 very existence, aud I left my family to make resti- 

 tution to you, and now arrest me if you dare. 1 

 am Edward Gliddov, mad, crazy and demon- 

 like,"— and with these words he seemed for tbe 

 lirst time to catch a glimpso of the pallid, ghost- 

 likeform outstretched upou the bed. He trembled, 

 faltered, and then frantically wept, while 1 assured 

 bini that no arrest should be made, and begged 

 him to be quiet and consider that he was periling 

 a. life that hung by u'thread. 



But ab, it was too late, — a peaceful calm had 

 settled upon those noble features and Gon had 

 taken tho long-tried sufferer to the mansion of rest. 



0, the mystery, darkness and sublimity of death! 

 How appalled we stand in its ghastly presence, and 

 when the cold linger touches us by grasping our 

 dearest friends, bow utterly torn and lacerated is 

 tbe panting heart within! I had known grief, 

 trouble and disappointment, but never such deso- 



now, of the dread reality of shroud, coffin and 

 tomb, as fordays thereafter 1 raved in the del 

 of fever, recovering to find myself tenderly cared 

 for by the one true friend Gun bad given me— M 

 Lavokns. My lifu looked very dark and I had 

 further panting necessity for labor, and although 

 I made some little attempts at writing, they 

 proved exceedingly indifferent. My inspin 



chance, be again when the over-wrought sy 

 shall recuperate and the calmness of pleasant 

 roundings and happy prospects shall resum 

 gentle sway. My old habits of case and luxury 

 came again unawares, and I can now almos 

 upon my toilsome days of labor as a vigorous 

 dream or an incomplete fable. It was aa ei 

 that I would gladly have made enduring, and of 

 whose reality I have yet some glowing dreams. 



ANAGRAMS. 



The Montreal Transcript publishes a collection 

 of these literary curiosities, gathered by Mr. J 

 Douglas Borthwick, which is very curious. Wi 

 borrow some portions of it, omitliug those tho 1 

 have long been familiar. Our youthful readers 

 will find amusement in writing out these anagrams 

 and cutting tho letters opart. Then by transpos- 

 ing them the lentenoe witS each will be formed. 



Able was 1 ere I saw Elba— (same backwards.) 

 Arthur Wellesly— Truly he'll see war. Break- 

 fast—Fat Bakers. Catalogues — Got as a clue.- 

 Cbaradcs— Hard case. Charles James Stewart- 

 Chiiins Arthur's sent, t'linsliamly— In its chori 

 ty. Dissemination—] send into Statu. Demo- 

 craticol — Comical trade. Embargo — grab me! 

 Encyclopedia— A nice cold pie. Festival — Evil 

 feast. Gallantries — AU great sins. Lawyers- 

 Sly ware. Miniature-True I am in. Misan 



Old England— Golden Land. Parishioners— I hire 

 parsons. Patience— A nice pet. Pedagogues — 

 Seepugdog. Penitentiary— Kay I repent it, Pres- 

 byterian — Best in prayer. Revolution —To love 

 ruin. Sub-treasurer— A sure burster. Solemnity 

 —Yes MUton. Wealth— The l*w. Victoria Re, 

 gina in Old England — I reign a victor in a goldei 



Es vi ,Uk*j a told i-i. .son, benumbs and stupcu. 

 and thus, as if conscious of its own impotence, 

 folds Its arms in despair, and sits cursing in 

 corner. When it conquers it is commonly in t 

 dark ; by treachery and undermining, by calumny 

 and detraction. Envy is no less foolish than 

 detestable; it is a vice which they aay kee] 

 holiday, but is always in the wheel, and working 

 upon ila own disquiet.— J- ■ 



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