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VOL. T.-XO. 37. KATONV OHIO, TIIURSMY, OCTOBER 27, 1870. ; WHQLE NO. 245.
POETRY. MY FAMILIAR.
BY JOHN G. SAXE.
AMIH I hear thkM fevTa
tfe drOM Into nr easv chair.
lie peepa rnto my manuBcrtot, .
. JJ"" 'he stronjrest liberties .
for more ;
r about his fragile health,
IP u nanu
no a score 01 Hi.
i ne'er complains:
he lrngxled once with death
i the fiend at bar:
On toemes like those away he goes
um never goes away.
no lolls me of the carping words
, , eVmc shallow critic wrote,
. jknd every nrerlons .aragraph
Familiarly can quote.
He thinks the writer did me wronff ;
He'd like to run him. through !
He says a thousand pleasant things
wnen'er Be comes that dreadful
x-m isaaaarmtoe. Itaa I may,
lto) that , like am antnmn rain,
- is'f last taroagnoni tae aay
east 01 ni
f urgent tasks.
n I scold and nont:
i A frown Is no extinguisher
i put mm oat i
1 1 mean to take the knacker off,
' Pat crape upon the door.
Or hint to John that I am cone
To aaa a month or more.
'I I do net tremble when I meet
Tke stoutest of my foes :
MMissOTMetofcOd me from the friend
Who never, never goes 1 '
H reads tnr dsiw Defers
Be calmrr kaaaaaaa!
- Bcpt the entry
VI WUK U
" Of course you think me hard-hearted
abd selfish, Mr. Bylston. I suppose it is
im the natural order of things that youth
should look upon age as a tyrant, but the
time will come when you will thank me
fm fuaa 'PaaxatitirMia I have or uerharjai I
ought VUrmtfmy Wtfo. has married ive
daughters, and so Lucv being the last has
been a bit spoiled. Ill had a fortune to
give her, I'd sajp Jak? her hut six girls
bWe-toean - expensive luxuriee i my-spscu-
lotions -have not aasMPWwyaMocesMrtiltelyl
apd the couple, of tlntwpnd sh& will have 1
would not be macn goost.
" But, Mr. Lansden "
.: "Bat. mf dear boy. Iwould almost soon-
er see mv fittle Ltw.y in her cofibe than see
her married to a clerk with a hundred and
n vasr. x'jsa i mini nisai m 11 mi
.jjahycat me Jpr' soxjh apewtyy
and , loved each other dearly, '
aM'wstHOUgW we were doing anno thing
tvnWf we?Aarrlea oh exactly yourjsajary
well, she had never done hard work and
had not the physical 8terigth Tar it what
was the conseaueaceJeSidjery well by
ourselves, but children came one after an-
otMr"eoeild not aflord to-keep a g4oH
TBfT7 anu so wuai ww urusxu rem at, i
nagna, ana continual wotk ana worry in
tie day time) I iia ami Mim pale and thin
and broken-spirited : whrlelwas power-'
Hm to prevent it : though Heaven knows'j
the knowleage cost me many a neartacne ;
and when at last, after years of hard work,
I ooqeaaBjimiiCT Mieomi'erts- she tifxi eyoen
aoaustomedto have before her marriage,
they "came ,too late to bring back WssWW
oath and lixht-ueartedneas. .ius exiwri-
ttM. howevw, bad a happy ending, though
tfj e Btrrtggle lasts lo&MB
itself, and with others, the end comes to
find leVj,JtSEfi, and all that is best and
brightest in life, ended too."
'Ball, .Lucy and I are so young, said
1 1 .1 at a .
" Then, can!t you
It ? I don't like
long ngagotnenu, ap
t flofi-t belleVe'-in
VMifimT shall m
Intrrv Jjiov anfrj
MtoM iato WJsaTkrmrafi UBai aaiaC o
can makyoHriorW&.rOT goodness' sake
go and make it. She-won t be twenty-one
for tliree years yt ; but, mind, you. wni
have to trust each other. I'll have ho lel-ter-writing,
nor anything of that kind; so
now, good-bye, and don t look so disconso
late. You know .the old adage, 'faint
- , ,
Privately thinking lovers a great bore,
apd wondering why in the world his
daughters seemed so anxious to leave home,
Mr. Lansden began collecting his various.
laenngi'ngn, preparatory to paying his daily
visit'- to the city; while- George Rylston
looking very much as if he had made up
his mind o be miserable for life, wandered
off into the garden in search of Lucy, all
the more disappointed because he ana that
young lady had, before his interview with
her father, settled -everything so entirely to
their own- satisfaction.
The fact Was; George had, a few days bj
fore, received a letter from an old uncle iri
Lidia a letter that had placed .him on Um
pinnacle of happiness.; and he and Lucy,
reading it over, with their heads very close
together, could not close their mental eyea
to the vision of all" sorts of good fortune
Certainly ; it was not very affectionate ;
but then, it is too hot in India for senti
ment, although Mr. Land sen was obstinate
nongh to see nothing very promising in
t " Qbar Kepmw .- I have thought sev
eral time since my sister's death,"
JHntob.! that's six year"." muttered Mr.
XaaBrSen,')' "that, perhaps, I could do some
thing better for you out here than you will
ever do atjhame. So, if you like, you can
come ; but you' had better make haste
fWUfc-At. for these confounded doctors say
may go off any day. Yours,
you pay your bills before
So George had given up his situation,
the tfotkahip of which Mr. Landsen had
spoken so slightingly, and before starting
for Indiahje foundnne to tell the old, old
story to' preft'y'Lucy Lansden, who, rtrrrasi
MntMs4HMd to with -far more
-PftiUnce than her father displayed, and so,
terribly crestfallen, George went back t
the summer-house, where be had left Litcv.
-ami vary moodily seated himself beside
her. au -
"So all that's at an end," he said.
"What is?" asked T.riov
"Why, our engagement, and my happi-
"Nonsense ! Why, George, what can be I
tne matter r w nat aia papa say r
JBal Ohrl suppose tie said 'what all
fathers say toiuy -poqiifeUow who roes to
them without Tiis rewthwll nd cheque
book in his hand. I thought I should
have gone out' ao cheerfully to work for
Eon, Lucy, and heVsent me off with a sre
eart, that's all."
"Now, George, dear,, I will not have
you be cross ; come, now, tell me what is
the, matter. I am quite sure papa would
not' say a word or do anything unkind."
"Well, perhaps not," said George " "but
it's not exactly pleasant to have one's feel
ings coolly put aside, and be told that one
is next door to a brute for thinking of gut
ting married at all."
'U)id papa say that f " exclaimed jLucy,
opening hex eyes very wide. "Oh, George,
I thins: you must be mistaken."
After much coaxing the history of Mr.
Landcn's resolve was told ; but Lucy did
not seem near so disconcerted by it as her
Icrer had heen, for at its conclusion She
laughed a little soft laugh; and said, look
ing down : "Why, George, dear, you did
not think that we we could be married
before you went out !"
"And I don't see that there would have
been anything so very dreadful in that,''
saiaV George. " I'm twenty-three, old
"To know better, you goose ! Why,
George, dear, we are in just the same posi
tion we Were before. I'm sure I shouldn't
like to faoe your uncle at first,- and bdsidef,
I don t want to live o . India. W hy
mormnjr you were talking
could do In throe vaar.s ; and I i
" And suppose, in the' meantime, you see
swusc tjne you iraia-r-" . 1 ;r-
; George," said Lucy, rising, and.facJh
him. with a very rravu look on her
sunny face, " if we trust each other. At
let us do it thoroughly. L am goin
etat at home, seovne the same places, m
ing the same people that I have seen and
met with you, and which will insensibly be
connected with your memory.' You are
going into entirely fresh scenes ; arid it
seems to me, now you have brought them
so vividly before me, that you are most
likely to find temptation to forget mo. Of
course I should have liked to write to you,,
and should have dearly liked to have liad
letters from you ; but still I don't suppose
that people were less faithful when there
were no such things as post-offices."
Lucy put her hands on George's shoul
ders, and looked up in his face with a
smile on her lips, but with more than a
Buspicionof tears in her eyes; and-George
thought he would have some difficulty in
finding in -India a picture fair enough to
efface the memory of his first lore as she
stood there, the sunshine peeping down
through the branches of the laburnums
that shaded the summer house, lighting up
their clusters of yellow blossoms, anil rest
ing lovingly on the girl's fair hair and
sweet, earnest face, until, as George gazed,
the last remnant of .hip bad temper van
ished. . .
" My darling," he said, almost cheerfully,
"I shall think bt" yW Wfery day, every
hour ; but somehow, of all the times and
places in which I have seen you, I think it
will be this, our last meeting, that will be
most impressed on my memory. I don't
suppose there are any labarnums in India,
"Ah, then, you shall take some td re
remember me by ; and George," continued
Lucy, "you could havo Chosen no better
type of pur parting and our next meeting.
Don't you remember the old childish name
we had for laburnum in the country
'Golden Chain.' Well, these flowers,"
(and as she spoke she plucked a handful
of the blossoms,) " even when they are
nothing hut dry leaves, shall be a chain be
" Which your father Will not recognize
until it is a go Men one," said George, laugh
After that came a little love talk, sound
ing very sweet to those two, no doubt, but
which would have seemed ridiculous to
any one else ; and then came the parting,
bitter as such partings usually are, Lucy
going back to the house with bent headj
the Targe hot tears she had managed to
keep back while in her lover's presence
falling fast almost before she had reached
her own room. But she bad put away her
grief with her share of the laburnum blos
soms, and was at the garden gate as usual
meet her father that afternoon, only in the
evening, she stopped short, with something
like a smothered sob, in the middle of
Logie V Buchan ;" and though her father
made no remark, from that time the choice
of her songs she sang was left to herself
For a whole year from the time of
George's departure, there' came no word
nor sign tram the absentee; but on the an
niversary of that day Lucy received a letter,
the writing on the envelope of which, was
sufficiently unlike that belonging to any of
her lady correspondents to make her cu
rious as to its contents, and it was opened
rather hastily, and (afterwards Lucy was
find she had been alone) she had no sooner
one so, than she covered it up in her little
black silk apron, and rushing up stairs into
her own room, locked the door, and seated
herself, her hands tightly clasped over her
treasure, and a happy smile resting on her
face, as through the open window came the
rustle of the laburnum, and the date when
had been gathered, but Lucy understood
the meaning it was intended to convey;
and though she told herself over and over
again that no change of circumstances, no
lapse of time, could make her waver in her
faith, still this proof that George was un
changed insensibly strengthened the tie
"Dear George," murmured the girl, as
she caught the reflection of her glowing
face in the glass" on the table,- "how I wish
could do something to help him, instead
of sitting idly at home, and waiting ;" and
Lucy felt half indignant .at Fortune, who
asked nothing of her but passive endurance,
instead of giving her some means of dis
playing her hero-worship ; yet the next
moment she caught herself wondering how
she could tell her parents of the packet
she had received, and questioning herself
to whether they would consider it in
the light of a letter, and whether as such it
wouidmeet with but scant approval
However, the task of introducing George
and his various . merits into the conversa
tion proved an easier one than Lucy had
anticipated ; foi when she re-entered the
tjreakrast room she saw her parents stand
ing in the garden, inspecting a bed of
spring flowers, Mrs. iiansaen s espetaai ia
From her seat in the window Lucy could
overhear their conversation ; but the golden
glory of the laburnum "blossoms had blind
ed her to the beauty of everything else,
and she remained absorbed in her own re:
flections until a remark of her mother's
roused her from ner reverie, sending the
blood tingling to her cheeks ; and yet the
remark itself was only commonplace.
: " By the way, Walter, it is exactly a year
since Mr. Rylstbn was here."
" Ah, yes ; well, I suppose.K is," was the
rather absent rejoinder.
" Lucy never speaks of him," said Mtb.
Lansden. " I Wonder whether she has
quite forgotten the liking she used to have
" Forgotten it," said Mr. Lansden ; " no
doubt she has. She would have talked
about him fast enough if she had not. I
never beard of a girl yet who could keep
her own counsel in a love affair."
"lam glad if she has done so," replied
Mrs. Lansden ; " but Lucy is not fickle."
" SoJ'- -returned Mr. . Lansden ; .'.'but
still it would be better for her to look for
a husband a little nearer home. India and
doubtful expectations are a poor ground
work for housekeeping,. I am afraid."
"Here Lucy thought she hacr heail
enough ; so, stepping through the opeu
window, she laid' her hand on her mother's
arm, and said, with a downcast face, dn
which smiles and blushes straggled for the
mastery, H Manama, dear, you must.! tell
papa that he is quite weong. I have not
spoken about George because I fancied
that if I did so you might think I was
fretting; but I have not forgotten him,
and and I know he has not forgotten
" Not so fast, pussy," said her father;
" you may be fidelity Itself, but how can
you be sure of George ?"
"Because he has Sent me something
this morning," she replied.
" And I gave him to understand that I
would havo no 'letter-writing," said Mr.
Lansden, rather testily.
.",1 did apt sartk tetter, j
" Well, then, a present it
Wrong again -but yru can see ft if
tuiit a ' vi ov .
you like, papa;" and Lucy placed hex
treasure in her father's hand the moment
after, Shuddering . lost a puff of wind, or
Mr. Lansdan's unsympathetic touch, should
bringit to grief. - : 1; . (
" Why, what in the world is the mean
ing of te-rbbish" exclaimed Mr, Lans
den, as he opened the second envelope ;
and what extraordinary event ra- to tifte
place at this date Dead leaves and 'the
day of1 the month so that's the novel
style of love-letter, is it?"
i ft Oh, no, papa, you don't understand,"
" No, nry dear, I.eertainly do not. . Per
haps you, wjpl be kind enough to explain,"
replied Mr. Lansden.
" Why, when George went away, we
gathered some laburnum together. We
were to remember each other by it ,- and so,
now the day of our parting has come
again ami as you said he must not write,
he has sent me this to show me he has
not changed. "MaflUnia.'TOti understand,
don'tuguA " -7.T3 T.
Mrfe." Lansclen "parted the little hand that
rested on ner arm, smiled assent, and then
the trip went to breakfast.
From that time forward, at regular in
tervals, on Lucy's birthday, Christmas day,
and the anniversary of their parting, came
similar packets, always enclosing the same
kind of blank envelope, containing a spray
of "Golden Chain." each one drier and
more withered, as the time passed on, and
therdate that had ttmetTDly" fixed itself-on t
Lucy's mind grew more a thing of the
past. And so the three years wore away,
and Lucy Lansden, still true to her first
love, began to think the days passed very
slowly, and to grow - a little impatient for
the happy ending that, in her simple faith,
she felt sure must come sooner or later to
the love that had stood so sure a test .
Just at the end of the third year, when
the ground round the summer-house was
yellow with the fallen blossoms of the Ia
Durnum trees, Lucy, it must be confessed,
rather unwillingly accompanied her moth
er to the seaside. Mrs. '.' Lansden was the
victim of certain some'nat imaginary ail
ments, the sttccessfM treatment of which
necessitated frequent change of scene and
air; so just at the time when Lucy had
come to the conclusion that George might
arrive-any day, she was hurried, out of
tpwn, consoling herself, however, with the
reflection that should he come from India
for the purpose of seeing her, he would
not much mind a journey to the sea
coast. . ; '
It Was too quiet a place to be the resort
of ordinary summer 'tourists, and the
towns-people seemed utterly ignorant of
the natural charms of which, in the esti
mation of weary Londoners, their little
sea-side town was possessed, so that Lucy's
rambles were' very solitary ; but she would
sit contentedly for hours, apparently ab
sorbed in her book or work, or watching
the waves rolling up on the sands, but in
reality busy with some happy day-dream ;
and ner mother would sometimes notice
with a smile her anxiety to appear in ttye
colors and dresses that suited her best, or
her careful arrangement of the fresh flor
ers of which she insisted on having such
an abundance in their sitting-room ; but
the days and weeks passed by, sad autumn
was close at hand, yet Lucy's hopes were
vague as ever; at lengtn tne girl grew
strangely restless, looking forward to her
birthday with a dim presentiment of
evil, that grew stronger as the day drew
Had Lucy's twenty-first birthday been
spent at home, there would have been a
party in honor of the day ; but as it was.
it bade fair to resemble every other day,
except, inat jar. ljansuen was to pay them
Lucy, awaited her father's appearance
With an impatience that was not entirely
on his account ; and when the bracelet he
brought' her had been admired, her first
question was, " Are there any letters for
me, papa ? "
"Letters, pussy? Why, what a con
science you have ! I sent you four yester
day," replied her father.
" I meant the one from George," said
" No. I did not leave home until the
post was in, but there was no letter for
you ; and Lucy, my dear," continued her
father, kindly, as he noticed her disap
pointed look, " don't you think it would be
as well to try and forget that affair, alto
gether ? You know I don't want to pain
you, especially on this day, when I wish to
make you so happy; but-1 "cannot help
thinking that if George had been good for
much we should have heard something
definite about him before this."
" Lucy's lip quivered as her father spoke,
while there was a tinge of sadness in her
tone as she said, " Not to-day, papa. Please
speak of it to-day;" and so the sub
ject was allowed to rest.
During one of -his frequent visits to
iirent, Mr. Lansden renewed an acquaint- j
wins nuica nuu oeen commencea years
before, and at the house of this gentleman,
now a country magistrate, it had been
agreed that the evening of Lucy's birthday
should be spent.
In Lucy's estimation at least the quiet
family party assembled at their friends'
house threatened a dull evening ; she little
thought with what agony of mind and
prostration of spirit that day would close.
Whether the conversation had been un
usually dreary at dinner time, or whether
the ladies did not care much for the charms
of each other's society, Lucy found her
companions in the drawing-room very un
interesting, and not at all inclined for con
versation; so, after one or two vain at
tempts to amuse herself and others, she
took up a book, of engravings, and soon
grew so interested in its contents, that she
scarcely noticed the entrance of the gentle
men, two of whom her host and anotBer
seated themselves near her, and con
tinued a conversation- that had apparently
commenced in the dining-room.
" And did that happen this year ?" in
quired the guest.
" Yes ; in the early spring," was the re
ply., t .11
" And the loss was. great i" inquired the
"Entire; the ship parted, and went
down like a stone. The men on shore
were frantic, and; even tried to launch the
life-boat, but of course in such a sea it was
impossible. It was madness to attempt it,
and every soul on board was lost. There
were a few bodies washed on shore."
' But I suppose you had no clue to their
" No ; in the rnajoritjft of- calsea they had
been too much disfigured by coming in
contact with the rocks, to be recognizable.
There was one poor young fellow, though,
evidently a passenger, who had escaped all
injury, and ho had a small water-propf case
strapped round him, but unfortunately
there was no name."
" He had papers, then ?"
" Only a love-tetter; -poor boy, with a
sprig of labarnum in it, that he spoke of as
GogertChaSn,' videitly sArrte parting
Mr. Wheeler did not finish his speech.
for at that moment Lucy rose, atnd totter
ed, rather than walked, to where they were
"Have jm- ran you ajiow me that
Iftar?" slifgSped? lVing Eer? hand, part
ly tS steady herself, ot her host's arm, and
hejloo surprfced to be oavtabus, simply
" Then you will let me see it ? I think
I know that is, I knew the writer. No,
do not call nurmrrtR. please." she added, as
she saw Mr. Wheeler's eyes seek Mrs.
Lansden; " L :wUl not give yon acay
Overpowered by the girl's earnestness,
and feeling that, -having gone so far, equiv
ocation would, be useless, Mr. Wheeler led
the. way to the library, and then, after a
search that seemed longer than was neces
sary, judging by the orderly appearance of
tin, uesK. i Willi wxjucu was m rcajuiy, un
or hand ;
closure, the last spark of hope died esat,
for the writing. was George's, and the la
burnum was the counterpart of those blos
soms which bad come to her from time to
time, mute assurances of her lover's con
stancy; and, like a message from the
grave, came the words, of Lucy's first and
last love-letter :
darling for at last.
alter ait tins
the ila,Ut L nB-yoa
(joa tins is my last day of iniiian me ; and
were it not that I have a strange wish to
write you ray first letter, here in the place
from whence, wftli the latmrnam blossoms
- mi mmtbt rejfl for Jkfk seariy three years
ago, " nave sent yfiu nLh -tlnwritten
messfgH), i-tahsaal 9mg nStmn JtiTtight, for
I am so weary, Lucy love.
"I start "for England to-morrow, so I
shall see yon long i before i your birthday ;
but as I may he delayed a few hours, I
shall send you this the first opportunity,
and I shall expect a warm welcome, for
my work is done. My uncle's death has
made me lonely, and rich even beyond
your father's expectations ; and then the
'Golden Chain' is completed ; and so now,
Lucy, my own love, tried and true, I am
csjtmng to claim your promise the prom
ise that has held firm in spite of time , and
absence. Yours forever,
To say that Lucy understood the mean
ing of the words she read would scarcely
be right. She knew that George was dead,
thnilhe(jbap9Bec7 waa wweked, apd that
the treacherous sen, to Mtose summer song
she had so often listened, had come te
tween her- and her love ; but as yet she
scarcely felt the force of the blow ; still
Mr. Wheeler was alarmed by the whiteness
of her face. Deeply vexed with himself
for having so abruptly brought this trouble
to her knowledge, he went in -search of
Mrs. Lansden ; but, to all her inquiries and
attempts at comfort, Lucy only moaned
out some indistinct words about George,
coupled with a request to be taken home ;
and so, back J!ba5Teipant sea-side cot
tage, that henceforth would be associated
with misery rmmoaksble, the half-uncon-
sciuus gin was uunic uuu iiius euueu
wrtfcdejt-j fjnj ,-j i
'ftr IT 1 fit i H
owsT flfd' Wforhergofed. I
" Heaven knows
wanted to save her
from the misery atten
dant upon genteel poverty ! and instead of
that, my precautions havenken her heart.
1 declare 1 could bear anything, any re
proaches, better than the gentle, uncom
plaining manner in which she goes about
I never thought to pass such a Christmas
The speaker was Mr. Lansden, the place
the breakfast parlor of his own house-;
the time, the Christmas day following the
summer they had spent at Brent. As he
finished speaking, Mrs. Lansden came to
his side, and there was a pained look on
" Walter," she said earnestly, " I wish
you would try to throw aside this intense
feeling of self-reproach. No one would
think, Lucy least of all, that you are to
blame in the matter ; and when she is a
little reconciled to her loss, it will be fresh
pain to her sensitive nature to see you
looking so worn and haggard. Do try and
be ohoerful just, far to-day ; depend on it,
il win xio uie cuii'i guuu ,- ovi uiy suae,
" "iv- .t:.. "trill
, The sound of a light step on the stairs
made her turn away to the breakfas table,
and Mr. Lansden, with a sigh he in vain at
tempted to conceal, looked in the direction
of the dcor, where the next moment Lucy
entered ; but so unlike was the pale, fragile-looking
girl to the one who had stood
with her lover under, the pendant blossoms
pfj" Gokfeh Chain," that it was little won
der her father mourned the change.'
During the illness that followed close
upon the information of George's death
Lucy's hair had been cut short, and it now
curled in. rings round her head ; but it was
In the hopelessly sad expression of her
face that the difference was most marked ;
and though she smiled as she wished hor
parents a Merry Christmas, it was such a
faint, ""wan, ghost of a smile, that tears
would have seemed almost less sorrowful,
while the deep mourning 6he wore made
her intense pallor still more perceptible.
Besides her unwillingness to meet strang
ers, Lucy was still too weak to bear the ex-
citement of company, so their Christmas
party that day consisted entirely of Mem
bers of their own family circle, and Mr.
Lansden uttered an impatient exclamation
when, on his return from Church with Mrs.
Lansden and Lucy, he was told that a gen
tleman was waiting in the library to see
him on business.
Their interview must have lasted about it
quarter of an hour when Mr. Lansden,
with an extraordinary amount of haste for
one of his phlegmatic tempjsettment. went
in search of Lucy, whom he found alone
in, the dining room cutting caJaaf'Yor the
luncheon of the juveniles of the party.
"The girl thought her father, with his us
ual love'- of general superintendence, had
come in to see how her work was progress
ing and looking "up with, a. smile slie said,
" I have nearly finished, papa.; will you
have a piece of cake r
"CaTre!" he repeated ; "Mess the girl,
there are better things about to-day than
cakes." - ! '99 V- '
" Not better than this onofa-isaiu Lucy,
" for I made it myaeif." . i , ,
"Ah, well!'" said Mr. Lansden. " on that
score perhaps our visitor will have ajjjece1,
though I doubt if he has much appetite."
. " A visitor !n exclaimed Lucy; "who is
it ? Arc Anna and her husband come' after
" No, it is neither of theht, Trot- some one
you will he very glad to see,"1 replied her
" I oh, you must tell me, papa I can't
Instead of the immediate .answer Lucy
expected, her lather took the knife -from
her hand, ond leading her to the couch he
stood for a moment looking down into her
(ace with" an earnest gaze which she could
not understand, saving at last, in a voice
tremulous With emotion, "Lircy nry! own'
dear little daughter, you have been brave
and patient under a sorrow, the greatest,
perhaps, that can befall a girl. .Do you
think you could be equally; courageous and
hear the excitement' if some,'' great good'
were to happen to you?"
"I think I could make' that protnlse,
papa, quite safely, for I. cannot imagine
anything that could concern me much.
" My darling, don't say that ;' 'why, Lucy,
I believe you will be the happiest 'girl alive.
There, I'd give a hundred pounds to have
if Inlil ncl itn thnt it hft1 ilnrta hpr !nn
harm," said Mr. Lansden to himself, and
then he continued aloud, "111 tell, yen
what it is, Lucy, I'll give you a diamond
bracelet if youll guess quietly (mind,
quietly !) who it is that is waiting '.for you
in the librarv." ' ' .. . '
" Weff, papa dear, you must give inq
taMiiA ulna ' '' l ' '' ; '" -
" Crne," said Her rather ; "1 don't see
hew I could do that . without telling you
outright: However a-now mind if yoiP
scream, or lami, or maae yoursen ra tne
least bit ill, you shall be shut op in your
own room for the rest of the day; but if
you are good yon may go and change
this ;" and. very cautiously Mr.
Lansden touched his daughter' ; black
dress. it.i 1 r
Lucy looked at her father for a
moment as if in vain trying to ' understand
him, and then her white face growing still
Whiter, she whispered, Papa, it is im
possible) it cannot be George ?"
" But it can be, and it is, pussy," said
her father. '
Almost before the words wene utteredV
Lucy had freed herself from )iw fathrrV
embrace and darted from the .room ; and
of - the intense happiness of the meeting
between the lovers, we leave pur readers
Of all the happy family jparties as
sembled that Christmas Day There could
scarcely have been one as happyas1 that of
which George Bylston had so unexpectedly
become a member ; and tears of gladness
rose to Mr' Lansden's eyes when Lucv
came down to dinner with a face on which
a faint flush already appeared, and with
her black dress exchanged for a white one
with blue ribbons.
Naturally the conversation turned, upon
the mistake that had causecTso much grjef ;
but of all present Lucy seemed least inter
ested ; and when George laughingly chid
her for being ait indifferent Desdcmona,
very little -for .his "hair
yet but " that He was
iajhMjith her; whereujxrf3IrLans
called her a selfish little puss : at
which Ueorge laughingly assured him that J
there was very little to relate.
" The time I spent in India," said he,
"was quiet and uninteresting. I had a
good deal of hard work and very little
-pleasure; for though my uncle was kind, he
was just a trifle exacting, (and besides, I had
a motive for industry), so I must say I was
surpnsou wuen at jus ueam uii uis property
was tounu to have been leit to me
that, my sole thought was to return to
England as boon si possible and I made all
necessary arrangements for my passage in
the. O boron ,- but the evening before it
sailed the evening on which I wrote that
letter, Lucy I was fairly knocked up, and
the next morning when Fred Gordon, the
MNtaf fellow wlio'toDk my paa,"kaua in to
bid me good-bye1. w tpo tr to.niove.
Much as I rebelled against what was in
evitable, I Was forced to yield; arid Fred,
who so seldom had . any tj&iiur to do, that
when he had raged about like, an earth
quake, and when he had tried too late to
get a passage to England' in the Oberoh,
begged me to let him take my place. I con
scnted; and not knowing how long it
might be before I should be able to write, I
gave him my letter, and told him your ad
dress, and left him id explain matters.
How true he $vas. ,Ui,Ui- trust you,. know
George's voice had grown somewhat
husky while he spoke of his lost friend,
and it was only after a long pause that he
' I was dangerously ill for mariV weeks,
and there was no one with me who knew
anything of my English friends. As soon
as I was able to write, I thought I was able
to travel ; and well, perhaps I was a little
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answer my letter, so I started for Eng
lnnrl ,n.l i. rtr.r,' unt In In. ,1,1 tlS.
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" The part that puzzles me, though," ob
served Mr. Landsen, " is that Mr. Wheeler s
description of your unfortunate friend re
"Well, said George, "we were sufficiently
alike in height; the color of our hair, and
so on, to make a stranger's description ap
pear similar. What are you thinking of so
deeply, Lucy ?"
"Oply only that my happiness is
bought with some one else's pain."
Lucy's spoken thought hushed the circle
into solemn silence ; but so it is that Na
ture's balance of joy and sorrow is righted ;
and amidst the" clash of the Christmas
bells was heard the dirge of the waves, as
they rolled upon on the shore of the quiet
sea-side village, where Fred Gordon had
found a grtrre.
A Bad Debt The owing of a grudge.
An Inn-vocation Tending bar.
Many men are worth nothing, and some
are worthless. ,
" WaschjjsO;DUi hkab," is the way a
Chicago laundfy has "It:
When rid ing' doakey, what kind of
fruit do you represent? JLpfir.
Does a mosquito draw his bill at sight
when he draws it I rr She-dark T
I One of the few -things that may as well
be run, into the ground ja. plow-share.
A Fremchman whirling to compliment
t a girl as a "little lamb," called her a "small
' Why is a Voung laWyer like the national
OBrresncy ? Because hi s,(t legal tender and
"Mother," said a dirty-Jegged yonth
vbjo was washmg his fee, V I have Just got
down to a stocking."
It is nearly as impossible to get money
out of aaJMr.as It weald bo for a butcher
to get j lamb-chops out of a battering-ram.
The Mutual Life Insurance Company, of
Chicago, i tin' oldest Life Company iu
Illinois, and second to none in the Union.
A local, editor of a paper having re
cently gfct- taiarrled, : a oo temporary 'says :
" May has fuihur-in-hiw die rich, and ena
ble' poor Stephens to retire from the print
ing business and set up a cake shopatsomc
Sidney' SttTrii' says, regarding the nn
necessary consumption Of food ; " Accord
ing to my computation, I have eaten arid
drunk, hctwfeeh fhy tenth and sevehtieth
years, forty-four wagon loads monrthan was
good lor me,".,, j f .;. ; : v aJtrtaDi
L.vpY " Four of those chairs which i.
so ltrtclvrmrdiascd of tou ' are broken."
L'uholsterer " Indeed, niathude i Tho on
ly way that 1 can account lor uai is tiui i
bOUlv oli. niUBL uavc i qiibujg yu uu in.
Theodobe Hook once saw an Exceed
ingly pompous man xvaiking in' a street p.
London whom he immediately "Accosted
thus : " Sir, may I inquire if you are any
body 'in rierticalar ' He- then walked off
without waiting for a reply.
Mrs. . Partington wants .to kpow if it
were net intended' that woman should
drive their husbands, why are they put
through the bridal ceremony ? There seems
to be tmrhetbing plausible in the suppo
sition, for nearly all the ladies are providing
theihselves with switches.
At the annual- meeting of the Boston
rieddiersi Fund Association, held a few
days' since, the Treasurer's report showed
-that) daring the past year $6,7T had been
disbursed to soldiers' families. The fund
nowotTntoMi8,8TJ.2, and since the
tganittUoa - of th association, iu 1802,
about' 7,000 applications For aid, amounting
to $70,130, have been granted.
A c hild while walking thrwiigli ari art
gallery with her mother, was attracted Ty
a statne "of Minerva, 't Who le that?". said
she. My chijd, that is Minerva, the god
dess of wisdom. Why didn't they make
her husband too?" " Because she had
none, my chikl."- That. was because she
woe vriws, weaa't it, mamma "- eaa4the art
less reply. yZ&ft. . .-'
Gail Hamilton said recently that hoop
tklrtsj -weie trie ope th'tlg! dcfirtii for
which there isift oww This,
the Boston Post now says, is a mistake.
Jtei&Cttr. -.lTm&tyM & carathrifty
kjokinz farm-house near Lancaster, a few
days ago, "''We saw1 two of these 'things?.
properly1 suspended and ballasted, under
which were mvea a Bne 101 qi young tur
viw" - -..'tTOr. c TOJi) ' '.-L 'til
...Ah' tv French fair recently in San Fran
cisco, for the benefit,' of the wounded
French soldiers, 'a' nottttior" cordial which
was? dealt qui W . Hiny geld pup realized
$ 1,380; one thousand bottles of brandy
sold at $10 per bottle ; ' am a matron who
attended the fair with a box of snuff in a
half hour's time, sold--the snaff by the
pinch for ;$a0. ,:
Hall, a queer genius, had made frequent
promises to his friends tbathe would put an
end to himself. One stinging cold night he
vowed he wotrid go out and freeze to deattL
About seven o'clock he returned shivering
and snapping his ngprs. "Why don't
you freeze ? " asked ttHovangreJan " By
Jove I '
foee mean to taksyw strmn night than
this for it." uu
Here is a verhfttim. copy of a paper
posted on the walls of the Exchange at
Bristol: "To marchants, traders, and uth
ere. A young man, about tlijrry years of
age, who understands the bakker bisness
and husbandry, would 'be glaM to go to
A merry ka or any outlandish place as over
Mil ajiu ii. y) uiiu. ijutuiic v ,iic
'Change "keeper. N. B. has no objecshoo
to go to iiuttomley Bay as a Skool Maea
ter, on condition his life tan be inshored to'
the wild gwrrages."
Burbles,- , ,
A babble- rWe on the stream.
And dancts down the Ud ;
Beneath the- sun brtgftcolora glaaao.
And glisten on its side.
What tiwifrh. before a moment's pas.
It all must burst In air
The little while that it may last.
The sunshine makes it fair.
I win not care although my dream
lie what I ne'er may see ;
Mv hone at least can ma
-. ..... . ...
aae n i
An tnougn uyei mn;iu i.
A little longer, and I know
A, UU luj ubbo artmj .
Then, when I must, I'll let it go.
Bat keep it while I may.
The Gait (Ontario) Reporter soys: "A
young man named George Mays, of Luthur
township, ; recently went in pursuit of a
deefwfiich took refuge In apond. Being
without firearms, the hunter boldly
jumped on the back of the animal,
which-started from the pond and took
across the fields, Mays clinging to the
horns. 'The deer jumped the fence, and
the young man's head, coming in contact
with one of the stakes, was badly cut.
Fallim? from bin seat, he trrasped the deer
STOl lOTCed hlS- pTlW
. r - . . , . i . j
was airaui uiuiiumu
prize t i the ground, after
receiving a severe
re cui m one m ui
from the animal's horns. Ways receiveu
fmm Home neurnoors, who
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brought an axe and put an enu 10 ine
struggle. The carcass weighed 145,
A New York letter says : " A few
Sundays ago, as Mr. Beecher was about
ri miinencimr his sermon, a stout, fatherly-
looking man was endeavoring to make his
way through the crowd, to get within a
hearing distance of the distinguish-
ed orator. At that moment Mr. Beech el's
voice rang out the words of the text: 'Who
art thou 1 'Who art thou f again cried ont
the dramatic preacher. The stout party,
thinking himself in the wrong, perhaps, by
pressing forward, and believing himself to
be jiersonally addressed, startled the brcth-
ren and non-plussed their reverend chiet
by sedately replying : ' I'm a pig mcr-
chant from Chicago, sir. I hope you ain't
'mad. There ain't nary -chair or else I'd sot
down.' Plymouth Church didn't leftover
its serenity for ten minutes." , i
Not ftmg ago an apparent Prussia offi
cer, escorted My one laader, prewented; him
self at the mart of one of the principal
communes of the upper "Rhine department,
and demanded, in the name of the Prussian
King, the soiai of 50,00 -francs. Mayor,
council, and parish priest were all struck
dumb with terror and astonishment, -.fifty
thousand francs! and there was not one
franc in the communal treasury, for the
reemeur had bolted several day a back. So
they haggled and begged and protested
their impassibility to Cdrnply iprith the re
quisition, and finally convled their un
welcome visitors that they1 CtotiM ttbt possi
bly get together more ttmrl"ftte thousand
francs. He was a bon enfant tModgk, said
the Mavor. AA'tho 'ritnTvr norki?Ud the caak.
. .. J . .-.."n .. , ..... .1 u
gmwmiHj nuu i mo hbvj , Bin i n
was not lentil next riag.fraU jy discovered
his imnortunate visitors to be ho other
than two .pretfsaottaal tbiee rMlding at
The Size of Atoms.
A oHKpoMrrhaM asked in what
solution iathc extremes division of matter
apparent, and the nearest approximation to
the size or hoik of tin atom made. The
first -part of this query may be answered;
the second is unanswerable, because the
size of abitbnr the Atomic or molecular in
terstrcial spaces are yet determined!,' so that
if we could determine that a definite num
ber of, atoms were mingled with a given
number of atorrm of another Ulna, we
should still lack data ,of (JOIJ estimate of
their relative size. Assuming them to be
sphere i'wrth' their lles H ataMlur" con
tact, such a jfajbjplatiqn might be made, but
all we know of the various 'states which
matter assumes teaches that they do not
touch each other, To answer even the
first part of tire rfiieiy oiad,' aowesAir, re
quirt much rtaseareh. ,We sliall, content
ourselves with 'giving some remarkable in
ktasKfesiaf extreme divisibility. One three-bundred-and
slsty-niUliqnfh. . of a grain of
goTd'may be seen try thei use of a trticro
acope maaaifyinic oOO diauleters. A:spadnof
c)mr dissolved in riitric acid, will, upon
addition of ammonia, give a ' IiIik' tint
to 8p&r cubic, inches of water, one three
hundred-afd-nuiety-two millionth part
of which ' ' may he seen by thei aid
of a, rmoroecope; 'i'lie ammonia , eon
taJneil Th a small drop of water1 hniy be de
tectod; though only one part in. two hun
dred thousand, by the use of obloride of
mercury. Thompaoa, the celebrated pby
Mciat, has lately been performiiig a very
interesting calculation .with a view to de
tefndritraripnrxirnateh, :tke'-s8e bt atoms,
Viae qakfilation being, bused uponAUei pin
nomenon of capfllary attrartiorj, omrwork
ncrforMef ki ctvercomtag the TOTTfCtile
t'orei- of soup 1 nibbles, the kinetic theory of
gases (first suggested by TfcrnSdBn( and
sincu: forked ejut . by Herajh, Joule,
Clausius and Maxwell), together with the
taws of optical dynamics. AM IkBaWiilt of
these, culculatKuis, je conclndes that the
diameter of gaseous' molechles of htoms of
elementary fosses, . , . are not lees, -. than
0,OOOP000007!I42 of an inch. How much
la rp-.-v ! ht.. 'rtioy at aasA not
say, iHft If a drpp ofjwaiipt should, be mag
nified to the size or the' earth, and each
moteeole rnagfiifleai'ln the Mtp propertion,
Uie molecuk-s would even then be smaller
than ClAifflHkdlB&eientijk AmriAn.
' ' Mom ry and houses, andvtoaatYaad vee
sphj bxbJ railruttOK aeernetthe only capital
in tfte world. There is a kind' that politi
caT Economists make no mention of
thongh HAe-most material -minded nutn rec
ognico and adtait its vahte. It is uithin
the reach of men who are destitute of all
other kinds of capital u ithin the reach of
the very poorest, indeed, there is many a
man who has started in riff with nothing
else, bat, by the. judicious . use of ft, has
been enabled to grow ricTi and powerful.
It iw a good character. This Is the first
things young man needs in life. It is the
first demand in business. There are many
bnsmeAs metvwho do not poaeeua nVXhem
selves, and who dp not attempt tocuHkrate
it; but eventhewdisrvrn and esteerh it in
others. There is no ,uik.on:t maa who
does not exact honeett of tl)ose w horn he
employs. He mal oVSll nnfairlv will, oth
era, but be wants tMH . dealt fairly with
himself. inflexible integrity and good
moral habits are" tfic elements of good
character; and though they may nol com
mand their real vUe at fital tky ill in
the end. The world wlL sooner or later,
detect them, or d honum tottWm. The
oomplieajions and aubdi viaions pf htviirjeM
require that' the Tfeads tffMiorWeW should
plttce large truot injamncocxly j audi? re is
where the arithmeticaJ value of a, good
chamcrerls rthrMtdld. "rh:'Vemi of all
the cirrk and teeWwyhi in a tajgc,buaineea,
shall this trust be placed " Wnh shall be
sclecVed 'tfV ; shoot tthe eoatftoyura conn
dunce ? Hat necessarily the smartest of
his assistants, but thai' one "-whose proved
iategrtty nad karm-jaood ha bits. mark him
as te moat reliable and faithful. At! may
pOHHCSS thefc attribtftes ; bat, unfortunate
Fy, all do not possc.-s them ; and those who
really do possess them are' so few in num
her as to make the attributes themst-lves
the more valuable for their 'scarcity. The
young man who is strictly upright in all
his dealings. Who tells nothing but the
truth, who faithfully fulfills his pledges
and keeps his eniragrments even to his
own detriment, and whose moral habits are
correct this is the person to whom em
ployer Vote to confide imxrtnt trusts,
and whom Ahoy select for. rare rewards
and good salaries.' No' yonng man who
KsscHses these uUilk; run be esteemed
poor; and no young man who is destitute
of them is likely to be steadily pTosperoas.
Exchange. - !)
nervpue maladves, .But the cure of slceii
better essness itself is not so easy". It is often
poodnocd : hy hard, study, longrcjntinucd
watchfulness, too little exercise, tea and
whisky drinking, atid toeeX To
break up the habit are required : First, a
I good clean lied. Second, sufficient exercise,
Third, good-air, aaa" not too waan a room.
Fourth, freedom from too much care,
I Fifth, a clean stomach. Sixth, a clear con
tain : scienc Seventh, avoidance of stimulants
I and narcotics.
Tit k cry for rest is often louder than
11.0 r.v fur TilOfI not. tlmt it Is Wiore im
portant. but lie causa it it often . harder to
e, Tvle i,cat rest c
cet. The licst rest comes Irom sound
sleep. Of two men or womenotherwise
equal, the one who sleeps the beet, will be
the most oioral, healthy, and' efficient.
Sleep will do much to cure irritability of
temper, peevishness, uneasiness, and in
satiity. It will ' restore to vigor-on over
worked boon, and build up and MrciuM le-n
a weary body. It will cure the headache,
hvwieiiondHB. tho bloe. and a lonr list of