iness bo before. And yet, I had never felt my 
passions stirred for a better, nobler and higher 
life, as that night, vibrating nnder the soul- 
touches of Josephine Ghat. 
The morning dawned at last, brightly—afresh, 
May morning with all its delightful odor of new¬ 
ness. A ramble was taken over the farm (what 
sham farming iulcrcst I displayed!) which was 
really in charming 
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only felt by those who hero saffere from any Bronchial 
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you claim for them.” 
A SWEET LOVE POEM, 
Close me, curtains, closer in; 
Shut me in my breathing bed, 
Folded round my sleepless head 
Let the darkness darker be, 
While I dream of one away 
Who transformed my soul to-day 
Into boundless ccstacy. 
All the room I know is gloom, 
And the thickly bolted door 
Locketh out all sounds about— 
Sounds that move me dow no more— 
Even my night Lamp bas expired. 
And there is no ray of light, 
Not the feeblest that the sight 
Can clutch or chance npon to-night 
My guesses as to time of night. 
Yet, still closer, dose me, so, 
Let the darkness darker grow. 
That, from out. this square of blackness 
Thick with bliss, 
I may carve each perfect feature 
Of the only living creature 
Who could change me like to this. 
Now I nothing hate or dread 
So peaceful falleth life. 
And all of fear and all of strife 
Lies harmless as the dead— 
Dead in the ecstacy of newborn life— 
Her life, my life; 
'Till now unknown, yet now so known. 
Our spirits as one essence loneward soar, 
As if twin-born, twin-bred, twin-fated,, evermore,3 
No sculptor's hand with genius nerved divine 
Now equals mine; 
No stone of rare antique 
Or wonder-modeled Greek, 
Lives like the*Ukcnefis that my memories might 
Carve from the blackness of the kindly night ; 
And as I lie in all this sweet unrest, 
.By her possessed. 
Pity 1 all the world, save me. unblest, 
And wonder why 
High crowned ambition, wisdom, power, pride, pelf. 
Should seem so poor to mv exalted self! 
order, but I concluded the 
bargaiu by believing the pric-e asked too exor¬ 
bitant, as .Mr. Guay was in no mood for Belling. 
But how to manage my real business success¬ 
fully, wits something of a puzzle. I finally 
decided that as I had run the blockade in a 
business way, I would get out in the same way. 
I had never suffered from frankness and honesty 
in my dealings with men, and if Josepiiixe was 
the kind of woman I believed her to be, I should 
be none the worse for dealing in a manly way 
with her. So after breakfast I said to her, '‘I 
have completed my business with your father, 
Miss Guay; 1 have a little with you, if you will 
pardon my official character.’’ 
I Could scarcely have made a more awkward 
speech, and seeing her evident embarrassment 
and hesitation, I handed her my letter from 
Carlton. Running her eyes over it,, her face 
lighted up and handing it to her father elie said, 
with a smile, “ I am sure that passport ought to 
insure a hearing,” and rising she led the way to 
the drawing-room. It would be tedious, Zeno- 
rta, to enter into the minutiae of that interview. 
I installed her as ‘’father confessor,” and told 
her all — my confession to Carlton, and the de¬ 
ception practiced to gain her acquaintance. After 
concluding, I said, “I am 'hall’-way home,’ as 
Willis said at thirty-five, and I never before 
met a woman with whom I desired to journey 
the rest of the way. I am all nnworthy such a 
woman as you—no man could be worthy. I do 
not ask so great a blessing. I may be as a 
stranger to you, but to me you have opened 
more of the glories of this existence — more of 
the richness of life than any other woman in my 
acquaintance of years. I bless you for this, and 
even if it ends here I shall he the better for it. 
But may I hope it will not end here?” The 
moments of silence that ensued seemed as years 
to me; I thought of Evangeline, as she sat 
with her half averted fuce that bright May 
morning.—[Concluded on page 35, this No. 
II - ES L Li t 
Parlor 3Iusic Stor 
.fashioned from an original type. I thought it a 
glorious face — such an one as painters would 
covet for a model. Her haif, of a deep brown 
hue, clustered around her forehead in careless 
curves, that could neither be called curls nor 
waves — giving a picturesque look to her face, 
relieving it, as leaves do flowers. I could not 
tell how old she might be — her development 
seemed perfect. She might be thirty, or no more 
Ilian twenty; 1 could not telL Hers was a life 
to be measured by deeper insight than human 
ken. The supper passed pleasantly— conversa¬ 
tion turning npon various topics. After supper 
I made knowu the object of my visit — the 
pleasing exterior of his farm had attracted my 
attention, ami being anxious to purchase a 
country place, perhaps be might be induced to 
sell, Ac. As it was late, it was deemed best for 
me to remain until morning— a suggestion quite 
in accordance with John Hamilton's feelings. 
An half hour elapsed when the circle in the 
pleasant sitting-room was completed by the en¬ 
trance of Josephine, 
” They have a select ball at Green's, to-mor¬ 
row night, Josephine,” said Mr. Gray. 
‘‘Yes, I heard of It some days ago.” 
‘‘Are yon going?” chimed in Clara. 
“ No, no, I’ve no heart to dance with cowards, 
when brave men are keeping step to death 
marches!” 
Noble Josephine ! But, Zenobia, her reply 
made me feel quite uncomfortable —she evi¬ 
dently thought me a coward, because I was in 
citizens’ dress. 
‘‘If all women thought as yon think, there 
would be more brave men, Miss Gray,” I 
ventured. 
My reply evidently did not displease her, for 
she said with a quiet smile, “I am glad you 
think so.” Then we fell into a pleasant criti¬ 
cism upon the popular books, magazines, Ac. I 
leading the way and she bringing up the rear 
with a full complement of strength and original 
ideas. Ilerc was a woman, for the first time. I 
could not fathom to the bottom. You would 
not think of her being erudite, but you always 
found the water deeper than your lines were 
measured for. She was a perfectly new book to 
me —something novel, and quaint withal. She 
expressed herself in u manner peculiar alone to 
herself. Her sympathies were deep and strong 
for the oppressed ardiher heart, keenly alive to 
the issues of our natkfnal struggle. 
“ You must be an ‘abolitionist,’ I think, Miss 
Gray,” 1 said with a view to test her love for 
that epithet, 
“Yes, I believe in the abolition of all wrong 
that lies in the way of Truth”—she said with a 
slight flush of earnestness. Her sentences were 
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Written lor Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
ALL ABOUT IT 
BT MINNXE^MINTWOOD. 
“Well! if that isn’t wonderful!” I ex¬ 
claimed, laying down cousin John Hamilton's 
letter, in which he duly informed me- that be was 
about to abandon bis ci-devant life and turn 
Benedict. “Such an incorrigible woman-hater 
ae he, marry! —well, I would really like to know 
how it nappenea • • 
Now my cousin John Hamilton is none of 
your ordinary men, that yon meet with every 
day — but he is a king , every inch of him. I 
think him the most perfect specimen of a man I 
ever saw, morally, physically, and intellectually. 
And this is saying a great deal, lor what people 
ordinarily^ term 6 “ pretty men,” are generally 
“pretty fools.” If I were a man, and an indi¬ 
vidual should insult me enough to call me a 
jgretty man, I should pitch him into the first mnd 
hole we’eame to. it is tract cnougn to be culled 
“smart.” But to return to my John. When 
be wrote me of the great change in him (he 
termed it “conversion,”) I, being a woman, of 
course possessed n little feminine curiosity to 
know just how it all happened, and so beleau- 
gered him on all sides with numerous questions, 
which he has silenced with the following graphic 
letter. And. as I have told you this much about 
him, I think your curiosity deserves to be grati¬ 
fied as well as my own: 
Stopping at Willard's. ) 
Glorying in a Parlor on the 3d floor, > 
October-, 18(54. ) 
My Dear Zenobia : — I wrote you a fortnight 
ago, that after living thirty-five years in single 
blessedness,— going and coming as I pleased, 
with no pettieoated hindrances, I had,—at last, 
in view of buttonlese shirt6, and holy stockings, 
concluded to discard my Platonian system of 
philosophy, and to do what I always said I never 
should do—get married 1 And you, with an 
unusual array of womanly postscripts, represent 
yourself in a dying condition to know all about 
it, her, and how it [happened, I can assure yon. 
my dear child, that it is somewhat disagreeable 
to descend out of the delicious atmosphere in 
which I have been swimming for the last few 
months, into the prosaical region of reality, just 
to gratify your curiosity in telling yon the how 
and the what of an affaire cPanuw. If, in rela¬ 
ting this episode to you, I appear to be imbued 
with an undue amount of what is often, but 
unjustly, termed sentimentality, will attribute it 
to the new elements which have been infused in 
my nature. Vide, Les Miserahles—St. Denis, 
page 47. How Love affects men and women, Ac. 
When I was twenty years old, I regarded a 
woman very much as I did the Bible—and if but 
one-seventh of the human race had been women, 
she would have seemed as a band of gold slipped 
in between every sixth individual. But they 
were plenty— scattered profusely up and down 
the earth. Yet 1 would no sooner have dared 
touch one, than Liken off Ball and Black’s 
pearls, unbidden. But alas! in the rude, nnpoet- 
ical jostlings of the wo*Jd, and its Utr0ug6 ul' 
travelers, 1 soon learned the old Spanish proverb, 
“no eti todooto lo qu e rduge to be true, especi¬ 
ally in regard to women. So at thirty—and ten 
years in the earlier days of manhood, moulds a 
man strangely, sometimes—I was cynical, stoi¬ 
cal, prosaical and sensible. From the holy 
pedestal of my twenty-year old ideas of the 
feminine half of humanity, she had grown to be 
flesh and blood, not much better, physiologically 
speaking, than my washer-woman. I do not 
think you will faint or fall into hysterics, my 
dear Zenobia, as I know you are a woman of 
strong, healthy nerves and very practical views. 
In a word, I found her capable of making a 
heaven hell,£and vice versa. Some, reared in 
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hearty and generous — none of your feminine 
soaping that’s never thick enough to hide your 
collar bones. 
A week elapsed, and having a smack for ad- 
I venture, I had finally arranged for my novel 
exploit. I did no; think my mirror represented 
a very unprepossessing specimen! I saw six feet 
of altitude, well set off with fine, sqnare shoul¬ 
ders—a face adorned with long brown board, 
brown eyes, brown waving hair; I really thought 
my name should be Brown — but I should un¬ 
doubtedly be done brown before my return. 
Ridiculous! 1 thought, going oil' to see a wo¬ 
man! some traveling, corseted, be-eurlcd, painted 
epeeiman of a flirt, perhaps. Bnt what excuse 
could I make ? If I revealed at the outset tho 
object of my visit, she would thereby have an 
opportunity of putting the best side out! No, 
I would be a wool or cattle-buyer, or a laud 
speculator — anything to suit circumstances. 
It was afternoon when I boarded the train. A 
two hour’s ride brought me to my station. 
“How far out to Gray’s?'' I queried of the 
landlord. 
“Oh! a couple of miles, or thereabouts.” 
Securing a respectable livery establishment, I 
found myself, at nearly dusk, at farmer Gray’s. 
A pretty place, I thought, as I tied my horse. 
My summons was answered by a middle-aged 
lady, who, npon my inquiring for Mr. Gray, 
invited me in. Stepping to a side door she said; 
“Josephine, has father come in yet?” 
“Yes, mother. He is preparing for supper. 
He has been in the field later than usual to¬ 
night,” 
I improved the few moments in taking a sur¬ 
vey of the room — something of her taste could 
be deecernible here. There were some fine 
paintings on the wall — wondered if she painted 
them (excelled in paints rather than dough, 
doubtless.)—a piano at one side of the room 
(could finger the keys better than a needle, 
doubtless,)—tlie’Atlantic crowned the pile of 
magazines on the table, and the “ Round Table” 
crowned the pile of newspapers (bas bleu ! book 
worm.!—wonder if she attempts authorship ? I 
huve a horror of literary women!)—neat muslin 
curtains at the windows — a pretty ingrain on 
the floor—damask cushioned chairs and sofa, 
with numerous little woman-fixings so useless 
and yet sort’o homelike witbal! A young girl 
of fifteen, perhaps, sat at the window, making 
tatting. There was a pleasant tinkling of china, 
a savory odor of tea, and the same clear, voice 
says:—“Supper is ready, father,— are the men 
in from the barns?” 
“ No, but we will not wait for them,” and he 
came into the pleasant sitting-room. I extricated 
myself somehow after this fashion:—“ Mr. Gray, 
I believe! My name is Hamilton. You will 
excuse, my unceremonious visit, as it is business 
drew me here.” 
“Oh! certainly sir,” nibbing hi6 hands 
cheerily, “ but if your business is not urgent, 
we will defer it until after tea; come out and 
have some Bupper with us.” 
I accepted, although my hotel meal was hardly 
settled. But 1 wished to improve every oppor¬ 
tunity for studying the yet unseen Josephine. 
A pause, during which divine blessing was Im¬ 
plored, when Mr. Gray, in rather an informal 
way, broke the ice between hie “ wife,” Mrs. 
Gray, and his “two daughters,” Josephine and : 
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ANSWER TO ANAGRAMS, &c., IN No. 781 
Answer to Miscellaneous EnigmaAll is not gold 
that glitters. 
Answer to Biblical Enigma:—God resieteth the 
proud, and giveth grace to the humble. 
Answer to Illustrated Rebus:—Mangoes are made of 
melons and spices. 
Answer to Anagram; 
There's grandeur in the thunder's roar, 
Lond pealing from on high; 
In the vivid lightning’s flash. 
When storms sweep through the sky; 
There’s grandeur in the swelling waves, 
The mountains of the sea 
That crush the pride of man 
When winds blow wild and free. 
Answer to Anagrams of Battles: 
Atlanta, Winchester, 
Wilderness, Weldon Road, 
Chapin’s Farm, Fisher’s Hill, 
Spottsylvania, Mobile Harbor, 
New Market Road, Bull Run. 
enunciation—it slightly wavered on the high 
notes, and evinced more naturalness than cul¬ 
ture. The evening closed with family worship 
and sacred music. I was 
how nto my room, 
which comported well with the other surround¬ 
ings. Sleep was furthest from my thoughts. It 
seemed as though I had Journeyed into another 
atmosphere —another land, where tlic distin¬ 
guishing characteristic was its women. Peerless 
Josephine! Carlton was right. I wished she 
were not so perfect. Mio seemed in no way to 
need help from another. It did not seem 
strange that she never married, nor that all men 
who were blessed with her friendship felt their 
need ol' her. I was proud to confess mine- but 
it seemed so hopeless—I never felt my unworth- 
Note.— Contributors to this department should be 
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mathematical and arithmetical questions, puzzles, Ac., 
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of August, 1900, will be on Tuesday, The correct an¬ 
swer Is Monday. Our yonng friends will accept our 
thanks lor their favors, (we have our drawer full, yet 
unpublished,) with the assurance that the correct one* 
shall all appear in due season. 
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