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Fatigued by modern belles in town,
In country and suburban villa,
I take my old school Vivgil down,
And read tho story of Camilla.
An exilo king to mountain lair
Retreating bears his infant daughter;
Her nurture- all a father's care,
Her lore-the forest-craft he taught her.
With tiny hand she bends the bow,
Around her tender waist a quiver, |
And on her cheeks the crimson glow
That happiness and freedom give her.
She wears no bodice silken-laced,
No clouds of Tyrian dye enfold her,
But tigress skin in savage taste
Depending from an ivory shoulder ;
No gold confines her raven hair,
Tho dear delight of mountain breezes.
It floats untrammelled'on the air,
Or hangs as happy nature pleases.
Twin hUßkins guard her fairy feet
From cruel (lint and frosty weather,
Their tread so delicately fleet
Asscaroe to bond tho blooming heither
And roaming thus, a huntress child,
Like Dian's younger, fairer sister,
No gamo, however strong or wild,
In all the woodland could resist her.
At sweet sixteen Camilla won
Such peerless fame of budding beauty
That many a mother urged her son
To lure the maid from filial duty ;
, But when some youtli of courtly grace
Accosted her with lover's greeting,
She shook her arrows in his face,
And clapt her hands at his retreating.
So dear to her those forest glades,
With virgin liberty to range thorn,
Her mountains with their wild cascades -
She could not for a palace change them.
And so she kept, example rare !
"Inpulchrc corpora mens tana,"
For aged father all her care,
And all her kisses for Diana.
Mrs. Carleton, a widow of easy for
tune, resided on a fashionable street in
New York with an only child, a daugh
ter. In her youth, Mrs. Carleton had
married a man much older and rut re
rich than herself, in obedience to the
will of her parents. A few years after-
Ward he died, leaving one child.
An airy, sprightly girl was Lucy
Carleton. The merry, roguish eye, the
gay laugh, all betokened a breast undis
turbed by care. She was now seven
teen, and no disappointment had as yet
made her unhappy. She was lovely,
too; could she be else, so young and
innocent ?
It was a lovely summer day, and Lucy
Carleton and Henry Marsh were seated
on the veranda adorning one side of a
fashionable hotel at the seaside. Henry
Marsh united with a well-ordered intel
lect all the manners of a gentleman.
Cultured and affable, he had gained
what he had merited, the esteem of all
who were fortunate to be acquainted
With him. He had but one drawback,
and that, alas! the most unfortunate
one—want of money.
They sat together, Henry holding the
girl's hand in his, and looking toward
the sea. It was indeed a sublime scene
on which they looked. The beach ex
tended for miles along the shore, a
charming alternation of cragged rocks,
forming bold headlands, sandy beaches
and inlets.
"And you thiok, Henry, that my
mother would not consent ?" said Lucy,
continuing the conversation that had
been proceeding.
Her eyes were cast down, and the
slightest suspicion of a blush was upon
her cheek.
"Yes," said Henry. "What preten
tions have I ? A man of wealth and
position like Mr. Dawes may hope—but
such as I can hope for nothing."
True love is always accompanied with
doubt. It is difficult for the heart
filled with tenderness to persuade itself
tnat the object of its affectioncan recip
rocate the feeling. Sometimes Henry
would suspect Lucy of loving Mr.
Dawes, and thus he lived in conflicting
hopes and fears.
"Surely you do not distrust mo?" said
Lucy, looking earnestly into his face.
"No, indeed," replied Henry. "But
have I not cause for suspecting that Mr.
Dawes is my rival, and that your mother
likes him much better than she does
"I confess you have," said Lucy ; "he
is continually calling here ; but he
must see how coldly I receive him. I
would sooner die than marry him I"
"You will not favor his suit, then ?"
said Harry, anxiously.
"How can you ask me such a ques
tion ?" exclaimed Lucy, in an indignant
"Thanks!" said Henry. "If I doubted
you now, I should indeed be unworthy
of your love. But hark! here is your
mother and Mr. Dawes. I will not let
them pro rue here. Adieu, darling, for
a time!"
Scarcely had he disappeared when
Mrs. Carleton and Mr. Dawes entered.
When the latter saw Luoy he started
back guiltily and rather precipitately
took his leave, leaving mother and
daughter alone.
"Will you let me have a talk with
you ?" said Mrs. Carleton addressing her
"Yes," said Lucy, with the air of a
'My child," continued her mother,
"you are now of an age think of get
ting settled in life. There is a gentle
man who calls here very often, and who,
lam certain, loves you very much. I
can assure you that he fully deserves
your love in return."
"Mamma," said Lucy, with set lips
and in a measured, firm voice, "I know
whom you mean, but it is in vain. Ido
not love him, and I cannot bestow my
hand whero I cannot also bostow my
"How?" raid the astonished mother,
"Do you not love—?"
"No, no," Lucy interrupted. "I do
not love him, so say no more if you
please, mamma."
"Is it possible that I have been so
much mistaken ?" said Mrs. Carleton,
overcome with embarressment.
"It is," answered Lucy, "and to be
candid, I love someone else."
"Well, then," said Mrs. Carleton,
holding down her head, and blushing
youthfully, "I—l want to take this op
portunity of telling you that I am—go
ing to be married."
"Married? You?" exclaimed Lucy,
as much astonished as if a thunder-bolt
had fallen at her feet.
"And have you not suspected it ?"
asked her mother, smiling shyly. "When
I was a young girl, and before 1 had ex
perienced the misery of a forced mar
riage with your father, I loved and was
loved by a young man .who was my
father's secretary. When I married,
we parted and he went to India. Some
few weeks ago, while walking down the
beach, I met him, and we recognized
each other at once."
"And his name is "
"Dawes," interrupted Mra. Carleton,
as she arose from the chair, and then
hastily left the room, not hearing Lucy's
call, who wished to explain tho mistake
that had occurred a few minutes before.
That evening was glorious. Henry
Marsh was sauntering slowly down the
beach toward the hotel, when suddenly
a piece of paper, borne along by the
breeze, whiffed into his face. He has
tily caught it and saw that it was a note,
which opening, he read as follows—
"My Dear Mr. Dawes—l have told
her all, so hero is your answer. I will
marry you.
"Affectionately your own
"Lucy Carleton."
Nothing can wound a man so deeply
as slighted love or to know that he has
been trifled with. If Lucy could have
seen Henry's face at that moment she
would indeed have cause for alarms.
Unhappy man! at that very instant
he had been on his way to ask her
mother's consent, and now she was go
ing to marry a man whom but a few
hours ago she had declared she did not
Slowljr he retraced his way home,
and, reaching there, sat beside the win
dow, his throbbing head resting on his
arm. To all human hearts there comes
a terrible hour of grief. Whilst in full
possession of happiness, Henry had
been so sure of Lucy's affection that he
held it unconcernedly, never dreaming
that it could be taken away. He stood
up, took pen and ink, and wrote to her
the following:
"Miss Carleton : While on my way
to your house this evening, I found your
note to Mr. Dawes. Allow me to return
it, and at the same time to bid you fare
well. Henry Marsh."
After packing his trunks, he had
them sent to the depot, and after paying
his bills, requested the clerk to forward
the letter--and was gone.
Lucy was sitting on the veranda when
she received tho letter. When she read
it she burst into tears. Just then her
mother came out, and in answer to her
queries, the girl handed the letter to
"Why, what is this?" exclaimed Mrs.
Carleton, astonished. "I sent this let
ter to Mr. Dawes to-day."
"Yes," said Lucy, "and unfortunately
Henry found it, and now has gone."
And she again commenced to sob.
"And you love him?" said Mrs.
Carleton. "I thought you told me this
morning you did not?"
"No, no!" oried Lucy. "It was a
mistake. I supposed you were talking
of Mr. Dawes."
"Is it possible," said Mrs. Carleton,
laughing. "I will at once write to Mr.
Marsh and explain all. How strange
that he did not know our names were
the same 1"
"Let me entreat you not to write him,
dear mamma," exclaimed Lucy, firmly.
"He should have had more trust in me;
he doubted me, and so must suffer
for it."
The days went on, and Lucy's merry
laugh was hushed. Her friends, as they
passed her by as she stood looking out
to sea with a vaoant staro, would shako
their heads sadly and whisper, "Poor
Lucy I she is heart-broken."
Strango expression! strange idea!
How few thero are who at one time or
another have not tasted its bitterness 1
Oh I how many a sad life-history must
wind up with those words of sorrowful
signification 1
It was now late in spring. The long
winter had passed ; once more Nature
had put on her smiling garb; gayly the
birds flitted about the streets, filling
the air with their sweet melody. But, j
alas! there was no spring in the heart
of poor Lucy. Many times her mother
had entreated her to let her write and
explain all, but Lucy's pride would not
allow it.
On the first of June Mrs. Carleton
and Lucy started for Saratoga. One day,
soon after their arival, Lucy entered tho .
sitting-room of the grand hotel. She
that saw it was empty, and she sighed
with relief as she sat down on a large
sofa at the end of the room. .
She had not been thero long when ,
some one entered and came toward her.
She started slightly and looking up saw
—Henry Marsh. She made an effort to
rise, but she had been tried beyond her
strength, and fainted. In a few minutes i
a rich tint came over her cheek, and re- j
turning consciousness to her dark and )
tender eyes. i
Henry raised her hand to his lips. j
"O Lucy, Lucy ! how I have wronged :
you!" but st from his lips. j
He knelt beside her, and said with a
voice trembling with emotion, — j
"Forgive me I forgive me I"
There was a rich, burning color upon ',
Lucy's cheek; her lips parted with a
smile, and a glad light shone in her <
eyes. Henry clasped her to his breast.
"Be mine ! Oh, Lucy! can you, will |
you, forgive me and be my wife ?"
"Yes." 1
"Bless you, darling, even as you have )
blessed my life."
In a few weeks the two weddings '
were celebrated at Saratoga ; and opin
ions were divided as to whether the J
mother or daughter was the most charm- 1
ing bride— Waverly Magazine.
The fashionable maid now perfumes \
her gloves. <
A bibbed apron is worn on flower and 1
fern hunting expeditions. %
Tiles make more durable and less ex
pensive floors than marble, and beside t
allow a greater variety of ornament. i
Spinning wheels and fishing bones (
were worn by the brides and bridos- '
maids at two recent English weddings. '
The newest charm to hang on a ban
gle or watch chain is a tiny lantern.
Raw silk underwear is recommended
for those tourists exposed to variations
of climate.
Water lilies are worn to the exclusion
of all other flowers by those fortunate
enough to be able to get them.
In playing lawn tennis the tie-back
apron is a thing of necessity to keep the
petticoats from blowing about.
A French Countess carries a long i
cane thrust through a basket filled with l
flowers and tied to the handle with ]
light ribbons. • I
Tho ladies at Atlantic City are noted '
for their rapidity in dancing. Their I
favorite is the hop-waltz, and they go I
around the rooms as if their lives de
pended upon the time they made. i
The most money-making women are '
the teachers of dancing, and there is no '
occupation for a lady which is more re
munerative and agreeable than teaching
the little folks to dance.
No man of observation and taste
wants to travel with a woman who wears
a linen duster, but who of them would ■
cavil at the picturesque Mother Hub
bard ponage, with its bright linings.
Says an authority in art: "Domestic |
china is not fit for drawing-room decor
ation. PJates, cups and saucers are not
fit for walls, and neither possess beauty .
of form nor breadth of color to compete
with pictures."
Grays are the choice of the esthetics
for dresses or parasols; silver, tin,
smoke, steel or brooklet ripples give
evidence of judgment or keen appreci
ation of the new school. When trim
mings are tolerated, shell pink does
An Old Minister In Rtirtabea for nn Editor
nnd A Annulled.
Yesterday old uncle Winglop, a time
honored preacher, who has preached
among the hills for forty years, and
who in his younger days was known as
the "wheel-horse exhorter," came to
town and called at the Gazette office.
"My son George," said uncle Jesse to
the political man, "has just graduated
from the old lied Bluff Academy, and
after sauntering around among the pro
fessions, peeping into lawyer offices and
poking ground doctor shops and not
being satisfied, he has concluded to
learn tho editing business. I know how
much fun has been made of men who
want to he editors, but of course I un
derstand all that. At first I'd like for
George to take hold of the religious de
partment, for yon know that I can help
him Bomo. I've got four or five old ser
mons that, I'd like to run in—old ser
mons preached long before men thought
of getting out new Testaments. Now,
don't ridicule the idea."
"Uncle Jesse," replied the political
man with something like a sigh, "we'll
hold a cabinet meeting some time dur
ing the present week, when your son's
case will be considered. It is encoura
ging to nee that church members are
seeking journalism, and I have no doubt
but that George will bo of advantage to
us. But I must go to dinner now. Just
sit down here among the exchanges and
amuse yourself until I return."
The editor went down, and tho old
man took out his spectacles and began
handling papers, with a newly-awakened
idea of importance. Tho editor hud not
been gone but a few moments when a
burly-looking man entered the editorial
room, and seeing the minister sur
rounded by a ruffled landscape of badly
handled papers, exclaimed :
X "A11 I ask of you is to let mo shake
the Little Rock dust from my feet. Do
yon hear, you spectacled fragment of a
mortgaged menagerie ?"
"What do you mean ?" exclaimed the
old man in surprise.
"Jiisl. Id* imj shake this dust off, you
gaping whipperwill of flat-flooted igno
rance. Slander a man as you did me
this morning and then say you don't
know what he means I"
"I never said a word about you in my
life, sir."
"Let me shake off this dust and then
you can slash and slather my memory.
Nice old stretcher of the truth!"
"Do you mean that I have lied, sir ?"
"I do."
The old man hopped across the room
and grappled the insulter. The fight
was earnest and terrible, and when the
editor came back the top of the old man's
head was smeared with ink and the in
sulter was lying in the hall.
"Sort of a monkey and parrot time,
as the feller says," remarked the old
man. "I say, I believe George will
change his mind. You needn't call that
cabinet meeting. Talk about a relig
ious department; you ought to have a
sackful of horse pistols I"— Little Rock
The Mall of the World.
The Frankfurter Votkszeitung pub
lishes statistics of the postal service of
the world. In 1865 the number of let
ters sent through the post all over the
world was estimated 2,300,000. The
available data for 1877 show that the
postal correspondence had risen over
4,020,000,000, which gives an average of
11,000,000 letters per day, or 127 per
second. Europe contributed 3,036,000
--000 letters to this enormouß mass of cor
respondence ; America about 760,000,
--000; Asia, 150,000,000; Africa, 25,
--000,000, and Austra in 50,000,000. As
suming that the population of the
globe was between 1,300,000,000 and
1,400,000,000, this would give an aver
age of three letters per head for the
entire human race. The length of tel
egraph lines, both by sea and land,
must be at least 700,000 kilometres
(437,500mi1e5) notreckoningthe double
treble, etc., lines. There were 28,000
telegraph stations, and the number of
messages may be set down for the year
at between 110,000,000 and 111,000,000,
being an average of over 305,000 mes
sages per day, 12,671 per hour, and
nearly 212 per minute. These quanti
ties are increasing daily.
Business is business.—Boy : "I want
a cent's worth of broken candy." (He
had heard that you could buy to ad
vantage when the candy was broken.)
Grocer takes a stick of candy, breaks it
into three pieces, hands it to the aston
ished urchin and takes the penny. Busi
ness is business with that grocer.
There is an old superstition that bas
ilisks or winged serpents spring from
cock's eggs.
The coffee tree flourishes better in
sand than in rich ground.
Last year England imported 783,714,- i
720 eggs. '
The inhabitants of Madagascar use
an instrument like a pickaxe to till '
their ground. '
A man in Yorkshire who had become '
insane was cured by constantly hearing
violin music.
iEschylus was killed by the blow of a
tortoise dropped on his head.
At Avignon, in 1245, false witnesses
had their noses and upper lips cut off.
Some of tho ordeals used by the an
cient Britons are now in vogue in I
The clergy of Brittany in the four
teenth century claimed a third of all '
household goods.
The roso gardens of Adrianoplo cover
14,000 acres. |
One person out of every 240,532 is ,
struck by lightning. ,
A cord of stone, three bushels of limo ■
and a cubic yard of sand will lay 100
cubic feet of wall.
One thousand laths will cover seventy
yards of surface, and eleven pounds of
lath nails will nail them on.
Within thirty-seven years tho Church
of England has erected 2,581 churches
and expended on church buildings
8200,000,000. '
Tho pitch of note produced by the
wings of the gnat in the act of flying is
two octave higher than the highest note
of a seven-octave piano. '
In excavating at the Lord Lome mine '
at Gold Hill, Nevada, at a depth of 300 I
feet there were found in a stratum of '
clay, live worms about three-quarters of <
an inch long.
There was once a curious saying in )
England, "When once hemp is spun |
England is done," which became a ,
prophecy fulfilled when James I. as- ,
cended the throne by the death of those ,
sovereigns whose initials spelled the
fatal word: Henry, Edward, Mary, .
Philip (Mary's Spanish husband), Eliza
beth. " England was done," then, since
.Tamos of Scotland was king.
A German Silver Wedding.
On this Sunday there was evidently
something unusual astir. People clung
like swarming bees about the doors of ,
the baker's house, where swung the blue
wooden sign, displaying the usual white ,
coffee-pot an d lavish assortment of fancy ',
bread, painted with primitive notions j
of perspective, wreathed for the occa- ]
sion with laurel and bay, as if the portly i
baker had just returned from a glorious ,
military campaign. I noticed that the ,
ladies of the party pushed bravely in at (
the narrow doorway, while the gentle- ]
men lingered more shyly outside, whis- j
pering together and nudging each other
to enter first. Every one was in gala
dress, and turned pleasant brown faces
to greet me as I entered the baker's
house, which is built, as are all the •
farm-houses of North Germany (for the '
baker had some land of his own to farm) -
in two parts—that is to say, a long >
brick-floored hall divides the living :
rooms, which open upon it on one side,
from the stalls for horses and cows,
which is ranged on the other. The
chief work of the house is done in this
big, open hall. The women wash their
clothes, and the girls cook and iron at
the- stove in the corner, while the cows
and the customers look on from oppo
site sides, for the shop, the parlor and
the sleeping rooms of the family all
give on the ha'l. This arrangement
affords rare opportunities for gossiping
with all the old women who look
in, ostensibly to fetch their daily loaves
of black bread, a yard long, and as hard
as a brickbat. But on this occasion a
long table occupies the center of the
hall, spread with all sorts of unusual
delicacies. Six or eight brown, smoked
hams and as many long blue-black sau
sages ; piles of bread and butter and
gingerbread ; flat cakes sprinkled with
cinnamon and sugar; square cakes full
of raisins, or—a terrible danger to un
wary teeth—fresh cherries, with an un
natural preponderance of stones, which
have a knack of imbedding themselves
where they are least expected, in the
soft corners of a wedge-shaped slice.
The table was garnished with huge
bouquets of flowers—asters, fuchias and
larkspur- which had been contributed
by all the neighbors, and accounted for
the generally-cropped appearance of all
the gardens in the village.— The Argosy.
A gentleman calling on a farmor ob
served : "Mr. Jones, your clock is not
quite right, is it?" "Well, yon see, sir,"
said Mr. Jones, "nobody don't under
stand much about that clock but me.
When the hands of that clock stand at
twelve then it strikes two, and then I
know it is twenty minutes of seven."
Governor Wilto, of Louisiana, is lil,
and it is feared that he will not again
be restored to health.
"Habit," says some one, "is almost
as strong as principle." It is rather the
channel in which principle flows and
Miss Clara Louise Kellogg will re
ceive 82,000 a week during the coming
opera season. Patti wants $2,000 a
It has come to light that a number of
robberies at Independence, Mo., were
committed by young men o/ excellent
Jefferson Davis and wife sailed from
New Orleans for Liverpool recently.
They are going after their daughter,
who is being educated abroad.
Sylvester Le Voice is a fair-haired,
blue-eyed, mild-mannered boy of eleven,
at Jamestown, N. V., yet he deliberately
shot a baby because it annoyed him with
its crying.
Gen. B. F. Butler arrived at Halifax
in his yacht tho America. If the Gen
eral doesn't pay more attention to busi
ness he won't be nominated again for
governor of Massachusetts.
Barney Dolan went on a pic-nic up
the Hudson last Sunday, to have
a good time, and came back mi
nus an eye. Some people have a
queer idea of " a good time."
M ost of the members of the Indian
delegation in Washington disguised
themselves in " plug " hats and " biled "
shirts, soon after their arrival. The
"Great Father" foots tho bill, of
The number of one cent subscribers
for the relief of Charles Cook, who
knocked down a man out in Ohio re
cently for hoping the President would
die, was at last accounts 62,615, and the
amount of cash $626.15.
At a meeting of ex-confederates at
Dallas, Texas, tho other day, Colonel
Grigsby made some nonsensical remarks
about the government and the Union.
Next day the association adopted reso
lutions condemning Grigsby's speech,
and declaring its love for the Union now
and for all time. Grigsby was the only
member who voted in the negative.
"You must admit.John Webster, that
you stole those pullets," said the Gal
veston judge to the culprit. "Jedge,"
responded John, "I don't really believe
I stole dem chickens. In de fust place,
jedge, nobody saw me take 'em. In de
next place, dey could not be found on
my premises, because I had done hid
dem chickens under de floor. I can't
help believin', jedge, dat I's innocent
as a lamb."
A fire occurred in W. L. Fionangh'a
store at Ashland, Hanover county, and
destroyed that building, Delcorse's two
storage warehouses, and Charles Steb
bins' store. The loss is about $5,000.
There being no fire apparatus, the citi
zens had hard work to prevent the flames
from spreading to other houses.
In the case of Mamie Harris, a white
girl, on trial for the murder of Ruth
Gwyn, a negro woman, at Dry Bridge,
near Danville, last month, the jury re
turned a verdict of not guilty, and the
prisoner was discharged.
The Shenandoah Valley is reported to
be fairly infested with thieves and bur
It has been ascertained, by actual sur
vey, that the city of Petersburg covers
an area of 2,200 acres.
Trains on the Chesapeake and Ohio
railway now make the run from Rich
mond to Cincimnati in thirty-two hours.
Arrangements have been completed
for the establishment of a broom fac
tory on quite an extensive scale in
The Richmond Whig advises marrying
men as iollows : "If you want a wife
for the kitchen, marry a Norfolk girl; if
you want a parlor ornament, marry a
Petersburg girl; but if you want one
who will serve you for both purjioses,
and make you 'walk a chalk-line' be
sides, take a Richmond girl of twenty
five summers or so."
Direct to Yokktown. — Mr. Smith,
tne general manager of tho Chesapeake
and Ohio railroad, says that the road to
Yorktown will be completed in time to
carry passengers to the centennial. All
of the bridges and nearly all of the
heavy work on the line have already
been completed, or soon will be. The
road will be finished, Mr. Smith says,
to Newport News at the same time.
Cars will be run through from Louis
ville and Cincinnati direct to Yorktown.
For some time serious doubts have been
entertained about the ability of the road
to complete the new lines tn time for
the centennial, but Mr. Smith is now
satisfied that there will be no obstacle
in the way of accomplishing that object.
This will'tond to make the celebration
a greater success, and was really the
greatest drawback to the project antici

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