nature, feels her audience, knows what she 
affirms, talks excellent sense, tips her rebukes 
with good humor, knows what, to say, how 
to say it and when to end. She is not over 
fastidious in her selection of words, indulg¬ 
ing in such hearty, expressive Americanisms 
well, (who is a brother to the man who 
married Antoinette Brown, and to Dm. 
Elizabeth and Emily Blackwell, who 
are interested wholly in the medical educa¬ 
tion of women,) is a plump little woman, 
with pleasant gray eyes, soft, brown, glossy 
COQUETTING WITH THE FLOWERS.* 
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In my sweet Harden tilled with flowers, 
How swiftly speed the flying Hours ! 
There smiles and tears, like sun and showers, 
Seem t,o kindle Joy and sorrow, 
In the bright darlliiKS of the sun; 
O how 1 love them, every uue. 
The pimsy, modest as a nun. 
Nods to me her dear '* good morrow.” 
THE SEASONS, 
BY WUl.tAM G. BROWN, 
When Spring has strewn the land with flowers, 
And birds till all the air with mirth. 
And hearts beat high iu Childhood's hours,— 
How beautiful is Earth ! 
Here is a rod rose in her furs 
Of softest moss; her warm kiss stirs 
My blood, 'till lips as red 11 s hers 
Kiss tier petals palpitating. 
Here In the iainl and Jealous air 
I named her fairest of tin- tun-; 
My whispers reached the lily rare 
I.ove-slek winds wore agitating. 
When Summer comes with waving grain, 
And fills with wealth the tap of worth. 
And Yout h walks strong In Manhood’s train 
How glorious is Earth ! 
When Autumn and the yellow leaf 
Talk sad of death as Spring of birth, 
And Manhood sighs o'er life so brief,- 
How sorrowful Is Earth ! 
Now I must speak in accents low : 
O dearest, darling, pure as snow, 
Such charms no other flowers can show 
Not one has brow and bosom whiter! 
Lean thy sweet head upon my breast, 
My heart heats nil the lips caressed ; 
To be with thee Is to be blessed, - 
Love never boro a burden tighter. 
When Winter weaves his snowy shroud,- 
And winds moan round the lonely hearth 
Where Age site with his white head bowed 
How desolate is Earth ! 
But let the Reasons come and go. 
With blight and bloom, with death and birth 
Erelong we sing by streams that flow 
Too beautiful for Earth ! 
Leonardville. Wis., May, 1.S69. 
tn this wide world, or worlds beyond. 
There is no flower, my sweetest blonde, 
Of which 1 am so proud and fund; 
Thy love-llt smile my brightest bliss is. 
f love to linger m its ray 
My heart exhales In love away : 
Thy smile could make December May- 
Anil cloudless heaven Is where thy kiss is, 
PERSONNELLE, 
Women in Convention —Hiving Casts. 
“When you try to convey an idea of what a 
man is, you analyze bis character. But when 
you try to tell wlml a woman is, you uncon¬ 
sciously fall into describing' her dross.”—Titan 
Agontutes. 
Mrss Kate Field, in a recently delivered 
essay on “ Woman in the Lyceum," before a 
New York audience, drew a very faithful, 
but humorous, picture of how many men and 
women look, feel, and talk when the propo¬ 
sition of a woman's lecturing is presented. 
A woman on the rostrum, as a lecturer , must 
necessarily he of the strong-minded per¬ 
suasion. And people who are not familiar 
with the appearance of the real woman 
suffrage workers, have their portraits in their 
mind’s eye, taken from some pautaiooued, 
spectacled, cracked-voice woman who be¬ 
longed to the race of carpet-baggers twenty- 
five years ago, so that nine-tenths of the 
people have stuck up their noses at the 
strong-minded, “ at an angle that would as¬ 
tonish even Euclid." But now that pretty 
women, handsome, gifted, and even beauti¬ 
ful women, clad in fashionable robes, aglow 
with jewels and “diamonds rare" come be¬ 
fore the public ns Woman’s Lighters, the 
noses come down, the populace admire and 
applaud, and it, is getting to be all the fashion 
to he an advocate of Woman’s Rights, even 
if one cannot find out what they are. 
Anna Dickinson’s bright face, graceful 
ways, and musical voice, convert more peo¬ 
ple than the entire battalion of rhetorical 
arguments ever did. A pretty woman in 
pretty costume will make a man swallow 
bitter doses with positive gusto. And so, 
what may we not expect from the grand 
army of charming women who delighted 
Gotham of late with their cries for the fran¬ 
chise ? 
It was our good fortune (?) at one of the 
sittings of the late Convention, to he directly 
iu front of two young fellows with waxed 
mustaches and tiny canes, who confided 
their “inmost thoughts” to each other in 
very clear English. After surveying the 
audience, one of the young spirits at the rear 
said: 
“Is’nt it strange that most of these strong 
minded have sharp noses?” 
“No; I should think they’d have mus¬ 
taches, too,” replied the other. 
“ Isn’t this going lo bo pretty stupid?” 
“ No, I guess not. These women liavn’t 
had knowledge drilled into ’em at college. 
It is all natural ,— the best kind.” 
“ They all have a sort, of shamed look, 
hey? Wonder who that fellow with long 
hair is! Good many henpecked husbands 
here I suppose; I want to see Susan.” 
“ Oh, but you should see the President; 
tike's a fine looking old lady. There she 
comes!” and the young men adjusted their 
lorgnettes. 
Hardly of medium height, somewhat stout, 
face round and plump as a girl’s, 
O then I hoard, or thought I hoard, 
Something urating the leaves that stirred, 
As It' within its nest a bird 
Had softly tnovad its wings in dreaming. 
II, was a routs bud white and sweet, 
Parting Its lips the leaves tu meet, 
And then It, blossomed ut, my feet, 
In all its royal beauty beaming. 
I knelt as a (run lover kneels, 
1 fell n» a fond lover fuels, 
When love's sweet breath in fragrance steals 
Upon his heart. I loaned above her, 
I touched her with my Unger tll>a, 
I touched tier with my thirsting lips, 
I said her glory must eclipse 
ltcr mates, and kissed her like a lover. 
The violet, with half closed eyes. 
The daisy, darling of the slues, 
The honeysuckle, fanned with sighs, 
Where the bronzed but love smitten still is 
The inlgninncfto low at. my feet, 
The tulips, whose two lips repeat 
My compliments of love no sweet, 
l kissed; with sisterhoods ol lilies. 
A humming bird beamed overhead, 
And whispered all the words l said 
To llllos white anil rose-, red. 
At once their faces wore averted ; 
They shook the dew from faces wot, 
They Bald I was a cold coquette 
Who never meant to pay the debt 
Of sweetest love to the sweet-hearted, 
♦Permit me to Inscribe the above lines to Mr. 
JAMES Vint id Kor.liustur,a gentleman who has few 
peers in Ills profession, lie 1ms done, and continues 
to do, as much us any man III America to cultivate a 
taste for the beautiful In nature, flowers are his 
favorites, and he is teaching a nation how to cure for 
them. 
orifs for 
Wager, 
DOUBLY SAVED: 
A STORY OF CIRCUMSTANTIAL EVIDENCE 
A DELIGHTFUL SITUATION. 
Travelers ancl Idlers near the Michigan 
Central depot in Detroit, on a recent.morning, 
were startled by a faint scream, immediately 
followed by such a kissing and hugging, ns 
to turn every bachelor present blue with 
envy. The actors in the little drama were 
soon discovered to he a tall, good looking 
gentleman and a well dressed, handsome 
lady. Their congratulations were for a long 
time, continued, utterly unmindful of the 
knot of spectators gathered around them. 
From what could he gathered of a colored 
servant girl in charge of the lady’s traveling 
bags, it would seem that the couple were 
man and wife, separated from some cause, 
during the, war, each too faithful to love 
elsewhere and too proud to make the first 
advances, who had only met by accident, 
her residence being at Avon Springs, and his 
at Joliet, Illinois. They went together to a 
hotel, and undoubtedly one house will hold 
them hereafter. 
CHAPTER I. 
It was eleven o’clock on a bleak Novem¬ 
ber night, and Mr. Wilmrk sat alone in his 
office, so deeply absorbed in thought as to 
forget the long walk in prospect before lie 
could reach his home in the suburbs of the 
city of L-. lie seemed unconscious of 
the flight of time, as, with hi! face buried in 
his hands, he still sat on, listening to the 
monotonous ticking of the clock, but heed¬ 
less when its warning strokes told the hour. 
Mr. Wilmk.r was a rich man; but the 
rich are not always happy. He was cashier 
of the largest batik in L-, besides having 
a fortune that placed him beyond (he neces¬ 
sity of labor, lie was honored and beloved 
by all who knew him; and he had a wide¬ 
spread influence in business circles. He was 
a good man, went to church regularly, and 
was never a niggard with his gold. Ilis 
house was full of rare gems of art, and his 
wife and beautiful (laughter made it “ sweet 
home” in very deed for him. Tie was en¬ 
vied and esteemed prosperous; yet to-night 
no poor, homeless beggar could have looked 
more miserable and woe-begone. A heavy 
pall rested on his soul as he lived his past 
life over again, and thought of wluvt was 
to come. An hour before, he had parted 
with his old family physician, who, as ho 
stood at the door, wrung his hand with 
hearty affection, saying: 
“ My dear fellow, don’t feel so sadly about 
this. You asked my honest opinion, and [ 
gave it to you; hut that doesn’t make you a 
dead man. You may outlive all your friends 
yet. No one can tell; only be careful o t 
yourself.” 
But the words sounded in Mr. ‘Wrr.MER’B 
ear like his death-knell, lie had not. felt 
very well for some time. lie had feared 
that the old, insidious disease, which had 
followed his family like, a phantom, would 
claim him as its victim at last; and the doc¬ 
tor hat! confirmed his fears, not so much by 
what he said, as by what lie left unsaid. 
Mr. Wii.mer had been thinking very nuvh 
about this lately, trying to recall what the 
dreaded visitant was like; what his mother 
first complained of, and how she looked, 
when she was slowly fading from -heir eyes; 
and how old his brother and sister were 
AMERICAN BEAUTY. 
Mr. Fagnani, to prove to a Frenchman 
that, American women possessed “classic” 
beauty, about a year ago induced nine 
American ladies to sit. to him as models for 
pictures of the Muses. Of the success of his 
work now about complete, a writer says:— 
In carrying out. this idea, he has painted pure 
portraits, allowing himself no deviation into 
the ideal, except in the draperies, which, of 
course, have to follow the classic, and not 
the fashionable styles of the present time; 
for we. cannot imagine even a Grecian Muse, 
with a “ Grecian bend.” Had Mr. Fagnani 
painted bis Muses from imagination,he could 
hardly have invented more perfect embodi¬ 
ments of the classic ideals than he has found 
in the faces of these American ladies, most of 
whom are well known in the fashionable 
circles of New York and Boston, 
eyes black, 
sharp and busy, the broad, expansive brow 
crowned with short, snow-white curls, one 
might have thought Elizabeth Cady Stan¬ 
ton a classic matron of those golden days 
when to be a Roman was to be a king. An 
accomplished mother, a devoted wife, an 
elegant, eloquent woman, always command¬ 
ing respect and admiration, by even those 
not adopting one word she may say. Her 
husband is as fine looking as herself, and 
probably has pride in being the husband of 
one of the first, women in the land. 
“There, that’s Susan,” said one of our 
roar spirits, as Miss Anthony stopped for¬ 
ward. Tull, strongly built, shaped for en- 
k durance rather than grace, of the nervo- 
sanguine temperament, features sharp enough 
excellent business tact, face strong in out- 
line, but pleasant and thoughtful in expres- 
KR sion, eyes large and gray under her “ pleas- 
(A an t spectacles," hair dark brown, and 
smoothly coiffured. She speaks lucidly, to 
A/ the point, and, like Mrs. Stanton, wears 
W/ black in public. 
TO Lucy Stone, the wife of Henry Black- 
Ttrr: Czar’s most lovely young daughter, it 
appears, has not only to graduate in theol¬ 
ogy before she can ascend the Bavarian 
throne, but she has likewise to go through a 
severe course of musical instruction ere she 
can hope to seeure the affection of her royal 
Jiance, who, it, is said, broke off his marriage 
with the present Duchess of Alencon because 
she would not admire the “ Tannhauser.” 
dark eyes and hair. 
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