Attar. **& 
beautiful symmetry will result. Accordingly 
I slipped out of the door and sauntered under 
the trees. 
One Otiod Impulse. 
Writing of good impulses reminds me that 
I met Gov. Randolph: of New Jersey the 
other day. Talking with him of his proclama¬ 
tion which has so recently brought him prom¬ 
inently before the 
country, his version of 
its history impressed / 
me with the belief / 
that this proclamation / 
which has secured to / 
him a prominent place . 
incur political history, 1 
was rather the result 
of a good impulse, than 
of a profound weigh¬ 
ing of principles. It 1 
was the fruit of the ’ 
growth of a principle 
long since planted, 
rather than the judi¬ 
cial action ofa judicial, 
dispassionate mind. 
Thousands of Ameri- 
cans felt as lie felt . 
that morning when he ;$§§§•§$§$ 
read Superintendent : 
Kelso’s order ; and . 
them with the same 
responsibility upon If. ^ 
them that he had, 
would have done what ! 
he did as well. It was 
the impulse which fol- 
lows when 
mud to throw' them, and get wet pulling 
them out of the water, thereby ruining our 
costume, ought we to let our pride and regard 
for our personal appearance prevent us sav¬ 
ing the life endangered? And so, suppose 
the reputation of the person is vile, and we 
are brought, into contact, and thereby, in the 
eyes of the world, are soiled by such rela- 
MY MISSING SHIPS. 
rabflcr 
icgntpljtcal 
uv Mas. d. m. .JonnAN, 
I AM waiting fur uiy ships to come from soa; 
They are overdue t*y many a weary day : 
Richly freighted with the fairest hopes of life. 
Are they lost or have they drifted far away ? 
One was filled with colors bright, 
Such as cunning artists tdend 
into scenes of living light. 
Whose witchery enn lend 
Enchantment to (he hmnhlostscene 
Wherein the pictures dwell. 
And 1 fondly hoped my hand might loam 
To weave the witching spell. 
One was full of glorious thoughts, 
Such as poets love to weave 
Into chaplets rare, and beautiful, 
High honors to achieve. 
And I Imped for power to weave the verso, 
In patterns pure and bright; 
'l'O sway the listening multitudes 
And lead them toward the light. 
And one rich bark was freighted 
With music's heavenly tone 
To raise the soul from earthly things 
To regions Of Its own. 
I craved the glorious gift of song 
To bear the soul on high. 
Upon tlie waves of harmony 
Into tho upper sky. 
And one. the richest, ship of all. 
Was filled with human love 
For all things bright and beautiful. 
My unreturning dove. 
PHXEBE GARY, 
And now the last of “The Singers’’ is 
nil On Sunday, the 12ih of February 
died Alice Cary, at 
her home in New 
York; on Monday, the 
\ 31st of July, died 
\ Pike be C a ry, ut N o w- 
port, R. i,, -whither 
she had been taken 
in the hope of saving 
her life from nn at¬ 
tack of malarious dis¬ 
ease, contracted in 
June, while spending 
a few days in the 
country. To people 
who knew these sisters 
personally, tlie har¬ 
mony in difference 
between them was 
| well understood; to 
have 
being fed by springs in its bosom, and 
abound in excellent fish. The surrounding 
forests, being much in their natural condi¬ 
tion, afford fine sport for the hunter. 
In the old days of stage coaches there was 
one line passing the old town of Mayvillc, 
on the north, and another by the way of the 
older town of Jamestown, on the southern 
outlet. Jamestown is a considerable village, 
the resilience of Gov. Fenton, and well 
known in the history of Western New York. 
Of lide years Chautauqua Lake lias attract¬ 
ed the attention of summer tourists and 
pleasure seekers, and now bids fair to be¬ 
come a point of numerous resort. The At¬ 
lantic and Great Western Railway passes 
Hi rough Jamestown, and a new cross-cut 
railroad, leaving the Lake Shore line at 
BrocLoii, passes south by way of Mayvillc. 
Two .small steamers make daily M ips through 
the lake, between Jamestown and Mayvillc, 
during I be season. From its great altitude, 
the purity of its air and water, Chautauqua 
Lake is much like the Lake Superior region 
as a resort for asthmatic people. 
Several good hotels have been erected 
along the lake for the accommodation of 
visitors, among which is the Fluvanna 
House, a view of which is given along with 
this paper. The Fluvanna House was open¬ 
ed in 1836 as a temperance ho! 1, on which 
principle it has been kept ever since. The 
house has been enlarged and improved as 
necessity and convenience demanded, until it 
covers over 5,000 square feet of ground. It 
is pleasantly situated about one hundred feet 
from Hie edge of the lake, and has connected 
with it a well cultivated farm, which fur¬ 
nishes vegetables, &c., for the tables. $. 
Whittemore, the owner of this beautiful 
summer resort, was appointed post-nmsLcr in 
1826, and has held the office ever since. II. 
A. Whitt emore, the present proprietor of 
the Fluvanna House, Is building up a repu¬ 
tation for the House as a desirable summer 
resort, that is worthy of the man ami the 
place. The Fluvanna House is four miles 
from Jamestown ; carriages run to and from 
the station daily. The seekers after health 
and pleasure who visit Fluvanna, must en¬ 
joy the beautiful scenery, and have rare op¬ 
portunities for Ashing, hunting, etc. 
v-:'. persons 
never seen them, a 
reference to tho en¬ 
graving m these pages 
' ' > f| sx I on 1,10 41,1 ot ' March, 
i and to tho likeness here 
■ ^ I given, will show how 
unlike they were in 
y form and feature, while 
the readers of their 
I r <: s p e c t. i v e poet ica 1 
y xj.% w ri t ings can not fail to 
mark the difference of 
Y style and spirit which 
\ pervades them. While 
ApA so unlike in all these, 
pfx • they were twin in soul 
and in life, and in 
<> their death were not 
i far divided. 
Pike me Cary was 
J horn at the old rural 
v homestead near Cin- 
, ciniiall, Ohio, in the 
year 1825, Previously 
to the year 1853 she 
had written some 
clever poems which 
were published in the 
local papers of that, region; hut what 
attracted most alien lion were playful 
and pungent parodies ot well known poems, 
bv which she acquired a reputation for 
wicked wit beyond that of any of her co- 
temporaries. This was in the hey-day of 
her irrepressible young blood, and while it 
was in the vein of her genius, yet she seems 
to have realized how dangerous are the 
weapons of such wit, since from this popular 
style she soon glided into those sunny and 
good-hearted poems and hymns by which 
we all love to remember her. 
Having tested the strength of their lit¬ 
erary pinions in Ohio, and feeling assured of 
success in literature as a profession, the sis¬ 
ters removed to New York in 1852, and 
entered upon an earnest and persistent life 
in the vocation of their choice, in which, 
after long toil and patient faith and endur¬ 
ance, they were ultimately crowned with 
success. The later years of the life of 
Puce be Oaky were her most growing years 
And, (villi a sad iindulouhtlng faco 
I sit beside the sou. 
And vvntrli for but the floating wreck 
Of that rich argosy ; 
Unheeding what the wild waves say 
With ceaseless monotone— 
" Thou wuitest uot beside the sea. 
For suiikt'u ships alone.'' 
Richmond, lnd„ IH71, 
a man i a 
wrongfully struck by 
another a blow—the 
impulse ofsell-defense. 
Wrecked Uvea. 
“ What would you 
do if you were in my 
place?” asked Lady 
Georgina of me, as I 
met her on the street 
to-day. “Supposeone 
should come to you, 
twenty-five years of 
whose life had been 
wrecked,land ask uid?” 
How wrecked ? 
“ By iniquity, vol¬ 
untarily, persistently, 
purposely and intelligently pursued!” 
Well, if such an one were thrown upon 
shores which I inhabited, and there was 
enough of the wreck in which lie came to 
build a snug life-bout, in which he might re¬ 
turn to his native land and normal condition 
for final rest, I should help him build it; 
otherwise 1 would make him comfortable 
and watch for opportunity to put him on 
board some ci'alt, homeward bound, that 
would take him safely there. In Other 
words, if a man or woman knows that he or 
she is wrecked- that the course pursued has 
shattered his or her hopes, and wrought 
only destruction, lie or she should lie helped 
to pursue an opposite course. If one is 
drowning, we throw to them the first object 
wo can lay hands upon dial will float iliem. 
So if the life ofa man or woman culminates 
only in despair, it is just as much a duly to 
throw them a rope or buoy of hope. The 
moral is not unlike the physical responsi¬ 
bility'—is no less imperative and human; 
and the neglect to give this aid is as inhu¬ 
man and unnatural in one case as in the 
other. Suppose we do have on good clothes 
and we have to dig a dirty phuik out of the 
TWICE WOOED; 
OR, LOVE ON SEA AND LAND 
“ l’ooii, pooh! Phil Morton; I sincerely 
hope you are not absolutely determined to 
be on old bachelor.” 
And Fred Lacy plucked Hie stump of a 
cigar from his teeth, and looked at me half 
reproach fully, half inquiringly. 
“ Then, my dear hoy, it is my painful duty 
to inform you that von have hoped in vain,” 
I rclorled, almost tartly. 
And I turned to the window of the rail¬ 
way carriage, in which we were traveling, 
to conceal what my face would have other¬ 
wise betrayed. 
We were fellow-students, Fred and I, just 
freed from the confinement we had endured 
so long; and I, at. Ilia urgent request, was 
accompanying him home to spend the holi¬ 
days in the beautiful little village where his 
parents resided. It. was the day before 
Christmas. That, evening ’Squire Lacy was 
to give a grand ball or soiree in honor of 
his son’s return ; and T, though always, far 
more willing to slum Hum court the society 
of ladies, had, after much urging, consented 
io make one of the brilliant throng that was 
expected to crowd the rooms of the wealthy 
old squire. 
Besides, Fred was to he married on New 
Year’s day ; and ns I was his old chum and 
most, intimate friend, he chose me in prefer¬ 
ence to all others for chief groomsman. 
And it was his contemplated marriage 
that caused the remarks with which I have 
chosen to commence my story. He had 
asked me if I had not yet thought of taking 
unto myself a wife, and 1 had very emphati¬ 
cally informed him that, it was my intention 
to adhere to celibacy through the entire 
course of my existence, should 1 live a hun¬ 
dred years. And 1 really meant it at the 
time I said it. 
“ You have never loved, Phil,” said lie, 
laying his hand on my shoulder. 
“Have I not?” I growled, still looking 
out through the window at the snow-clad 
fields and leafless trees. 
«* What ? Do you mean to say, Phil Mor¬ 
ton, that you, who have always since the 
time I became acquainted with you, ap¬ 
peared to have an aversion rather than a 
3? I I CE 11 K a A K Y . 
tions, it. does not modify our duty nor release 
us from moral responsibility. No.no! Lady 
Georgina, the work must be done; the life 
must ho saved and restored to home and 
friends. It is in accorded *'> with *-L#right 
instincts and impulses. And thus* who 
would condemn are persons whose good 
opinions you can well afford to lose. 
BODILY EREOTITUDE. 
EYERY-DAY LIFE 
ouovt/D wc ioiiow our nest imoulses 
"lien we know it conflicts with what society 
regards mirsocial duty ?” asked Lady Geor¬ 
gina of me to-day. “ Where is one to draw 
the line ? How am I to know a good from 
a had impulse ; whether the duties society 
imposes are really duties or not ?” 
“ It seems to me very simple,” I replied. 
“The impulse which, if followed, enriches 
the Heart, ennobles the life, enhances one’s 
self-respect, and makes Hie fiber of moral 
courage stronger and more serviceable, is 
[he impulse to follow. Society may impose 
its artificial duties, which are to real duties 
"hat the flesh and color of the apple are to 
the seed. Th o fruit of the apple tree is the 
seed not the fleshy substance we eat, but 
that which contains the germ of reproduc¬ 
tion. So n duty is to he defined as that 
" iiich, if discharged, becomes immortal in 
its good results upon ourselves and others. 
I is never an artificial duty nor the creation 
01 artificial circumstances. It is born with 
us and is the product of our growth. It is 
Hie seed, and not. the sweet, palatable sub¬ 
stance we call fruit, but which is not fruit 
[ 1:i y more than the burr of a chestnut tree 
js the fruit of the chestnut tree. According¬ 
ly °. ur 1)Cst impulses are the rootlets which 
h ' {l 111 ti,e development of the plumules of 
, mh a,ul R'gUt. 1 By their fruits ye shall 
knew them.’ ” 
Luly Georgina’s face was a study. Writ- 
? n iUI over il w«s « introspection.” 1 knew 
jr. J v,ull( ! so]ye llie problem for herself, for 
/' lU ' s as frue as her temper is variable. 
J ‘I H ’ Cill 'se of the soundness of the germ 1 
iiew that no matter what the soil, the at- 
■’Sphere, the fertilizing material available 
a sure, stroiHf irmwiii iimi ,.,:n i. . 
FLTIVAN T\ r 7\_ — A. SUMMKI 
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