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ly I was pained to see so much beauty, of the heart. I could not refuse to risk and sweetness, and energy, as Caroline instruction and counsel to one dying so possessed, so much worse than wasted. rapidly, so painfully, and in such a suicidal To see such a woman living the spider's manner. She received my words as one life of snaring flies without the spider's who had the elements of true greatness wish to eat them, was a sight that made in her. With my counsel and Carlyle's me well nigh angry. But I saw, that if Life book, she left for the sea-side. An we will elevate men or women we must entire change of thought and of action, give them high aims. Give people some daily bathing, horseback riding, and thing worthful to occupy them if you climbing over rocks, and through woods would take them from the worthless. and ravines, soon began to work out my

At length that horrid train of nervous friend's redemption. She persevered for symptoms, dyspepsia, melancholy, weak months in this course of life, and when ness, irregular action of the heart, im- next I saw her the bloom of health had paired vision, etc., etc., was so confirmed begun to return to her; but she was by and so distressing that I was consulted by no means well. There was bitterness in the family. I might have recommended her heart and her words. She had turnsea-bathing, air, exercise and change of ed away from the altar of folly to sacriscene, but without a new direction could fice on that of hate and contempt. I rebe given to the mind I felt sure that this cognized this as a necessary step in her would ultimately avail little.

She was

way out of her moral and physical sick. very unwilling to see me. She seemed

But I wished to hasten her proto shrink from me instinctively, and then gress through this phase of her life. she clung with insane tenacity to the Soon after her return from her sea-side false life she was living; and though residence I called on her. I was pleased pale, and feeble, and wretched, and lite- with the improvement apparent in her rally sinking into the grave, I found that health, but the bitterness of her spirit I could not approach her, she was so was very soon evinced by her conversabusy doing nothing ; but I was patient. tion. I knew that she really respected me, and

She said: “I have read your book, I waited for one of those hours of pique, Doctor, and I fear it has done me very satiety, or disgust that are scattered so little service, for it has made me hate this thickly in the pathway of the votaries of ugly clothes-market of a world, and myfolly. I religiously put “Sartor Resar- self too." tus” in my pocket whenever I called, and “What we dislike we generally try to at last I found an opportunity of giving change.” her the book.

“And generally try in vain,” said Doctor,” said she, with a start, after Caroline, almost harshly. “I do not seek skimming a page or two, “ you certainly for change, Doctor ; I make fools my playare not serious in asking me to read this things, and consequently have plenty of strange book of odd fancies. I have no amusement." time for any reading but Byron and Bul. “ Amusement, however pleasant, is a wer, and no taste for any other.” poor business, followed as such,” said I.

“But I am serious, Miss Templeton, “ Doctor,” said Caroline, and her dark and though I might ask you to read the eyes swam in tears, and she trembled visibook for its own sake, more properly than bly, “I hate my life and almost all that for any other reason, I will not ask it for surrounds me; but I live upon the outthat: I will ask you to read it for my ward—I cannot escape from this life, for sake, if you have ever considered me a I dare not look inward,” and she shudfriend."

dered. “You know me, and what a heart Caroline sighed. “I will read it, of cinders and ashes 1 bear about. I can Doctor,” said she.

never come to a resurrection, and why The time had come for me to speak should I not live by the hour, when I canplainly to my friend. I had watched her not live otherwise ?

I have changed pallid complexion; the dreamy, deathy greatly, as you know, these few months, glare of her eye; her languid and trem- but my life is little better or wiser. I bling step; the alternate brilliancy and have been leading the life of a sheep or a dark depression that came over her. In goat, to get my bealth. There is no true a moment of what in health would have life in me.” been slight agitation, I have seen her “But you can live otherwise, Miss Temnearly suffocating from excessive action pleton. You have great riches in your in

tellect. You can cultivate the rich powers fair friend. She met me smilingly, and of your mind and heart. You can write, put a folded sheet in my hand, endorsed, let me tell you, as well as Wentworth.” “ A birthday gift for a dear friend.”

Caroline started at that name, which I • Oh, my friend,” said she, “ when I had never pronounced in her hearing think of ihe past, life seems to me a since her recovery. She turned deadly strange and changeful dream-a dream of pale, and then a deep blush overspread death, and sorrow worse than death-a her face and neck, and she sat lost in dream of life, and hope, which is the sun. thought. At length she burst into tears. shine of life. When I think of that first She wept for a long time passionately, crucifixion of my proud spirit, and then and then she said, " I am not all what I of the living death to which I was raised, seem, my friend. The shadow of a pur- and the worthless existence ihat succeed. pose has come to me at times. Ob, that ed, all seems a dream, filled with broken, it might become a substance !"

distorted and hideous fancies. When I I saw that my object was gained. The look upon the mistakes that I have corgerm of a true and devoted life was al- rected, the peace that I have gained, the ready implanted in the heart of my work that I have accomplished in one friend. I doubted not that it might be year, I am filled with wonder, and I am nurtured by a wise friendship, quickened ready to exclaim that the age of miracles by the sunshine of kindness, till it should is not passed.". become a great tree, under whose cooling I smiled, and said, “ I am quite willing shadow many a weary one should rest. to believe in miracles, or exhibitions of I watched with tenderest interest the wisdom, which we cannot understand for growth of that purpose. I saw the para- all time.” sites who had attached themselves to the “ But how like a miracle it seems that morbid life of Caroline fall away as her the passion which domineered over my health of soul returned. At first, she life with such utter despotic power has read the writings of those earnest ones passed. It is worth much suffering to who have spoken by a divine right; and learn that, though every dominant pasthen she simply gave in words the wail sion asserts its permanence, the assertion of a wanting soul. Hers was a deep and is often false. I thought that I could impassioned aspiration for life, earnestly never cease to love Cloudsley Went. expressed ; and those who listened felt worth, but I have learned that no love is that a blessing must come to them also, real or lasting unless it is mutual. I can in answer to her prayer.

calmly look over the lines of my life Her first utterance, as I said, was the now, and I see that he only cussed me cry of want. Her writings lacked polish, because I was in a state to be cursed. A the finished beauty of the artist; but her healthy life would have remained intact true and honest words arrested the atten to such as he. I can smile now at his tion of those who do not wish shams for arts, and think, had he killed me, it themselves or others. Caroline aimed would have been a desirable change, and high. She had dealt with the low and not a subject for lamentation. I thought worthless and inane till her whole soul I could never cherish another love in my revolted against it. How beautiful to me heart; but I have now a love as much was the spectacle of redemption, wrought deeper than that insanity as the sea is by a great thought, a living hope, impel. broader than a rill-it is the Love of Jing to true and energetic action. Caroline Use; the ambition to add somewhat to began by versifying her thoughts, but the material and physical health of my she learned after a time that her life was fellows-the great Brotherhood of Hutoo earnest for the mechanism of poetry, manity.” and she poured forth her loves and sor “ I rejoice in this love, Miss Templerows, her hopes, her joy and her sadness ton, which you so boldly avow.

No in tales which people call fictions, be. blush can ever mantle your fair cheek in cause they do not know what is truth. confessing such an affection."

It happened that my birthday fell on " I owe you too much to hope to pay the day on which I had carried “Sartor you," continued she, "for awaking in Resartus” to Miss Templeton-a novel my soul a true ambition ; but I will enbook of divinity to convert a sinner with. deavor to pay my debt to others. I will A year from that day, I called again, not try to make my experience a means of having the fact in my mind that a year wisdom to the young and unlearned in had elapsed since my first effort for my life's lessons. Oh! how the young hug

sorrow to the heart, and how resolutely And angels hover round us all the hours, they refuse to part with it.”

And fan our severed life with cooling • They only refuse because they think wings; it impossible to change," said I. “ They

And when the lurid storm cloud darkest

lowers, must be taught, Miss Templeton, as children are taught to keep out of the Beneath, beyond it, Heaven's own beauty fire, by painful experience."

springs. “ But some will listen,” said she, The flowers, springing from our mother “some will profit by the experience of

earth, others; they see all things change about Make glad the temple of the living God. them; they must therefore learn that They are the music, poetry, and mirth change is possible.”

Of the green world—the silent, senseless

clod I was very cheerful and happy at the close of a much longer conversation than Is made all vocal with their joyous hymn, I generally allowed myself with any one. In fragrance, breathing to the upper heaven. How light was my step, and with what a Their beauty, not e'en sin could spoil or peaceful happiness my heart pulsated as

dim. I returned to my home, which many

A world where flowers can bloom must be thought must be lonely and unhappy be

forgiven. cause it was a bachelor's home. I was The trees so grandly beautiful and strong, weary, but happy, that night as I placed That give us fruit, and flowers, and cooling

shade ; my two American comforts—a footstool

Whilst and a rocking-chair-beside my table, They image forth the perfect. with a bright light, (I always stipulate the trees, we grieve not that the flowers for light everywhere.) I drew Miss Tem

must fade. pleton's poem from my pocket; and though I could not call her a poetess, 1 The warm, bright sun the love of God recould give her credit for the deep feeling And Shines amid the cold, and dark, and and clear perception which belongs to

drear, Genius. I give her poem, that my readers may at least see a brick from the Pure perfumed blessing air all round us

steals, building I am trying to describe.

And makes the Earth, like Heaven, seem LIFE ON THE EARTH. Life hath its many moans, its many cares,

The clear and sparkling water from the Its clinging, withering shroud of fire

fountain, tooth'd wo;

Old ocean, rivers broad and little rills There grow amid the wheat, as many That glad the valley and leap down the

mountain, As mercy's God can suffer here to grow.

Like Truth, will purify the world from ills.

With birds, and flowers, and trees, and air, Want, bare-boned want, around us shrinks

and water, and cowers,

And Love that lives forever in them all, For what of brave, young, springing life We know that Earth must be of Heaven

the daughter, In streets, and lanes, and cellars foul as And Life and Labor will redeem her Fall.

ours, Where e'en God's air and light are never free.

An idle, frivolous life brings us into

idle and worthless associations; while a Hearts, quivering human hearts, are born life of usefulness brings us into useful to beat

associations. New and valuable friends In wretchedness so deep, and dark, and gathered around Miss Templeton, and at lone,

last one came who was, to the sober sanThat it would be most utter and complete ity of her sorrow-taught perception, more If God in heaven could e'er forget his own. beautiful than the stuff that dreams are

made of. But darkness never yet was wholly dark;

She had labored with wisdom and enThe precious, diamond dew comes down at night,

ergy for the restoration of her health, The cold, hard flint holds close the cheer- material and spiritual, and she had been ful spark

successful. That blesses with its gladdening warmth

How mighty are a few years for good and light.

or for evil. Her new friend made for

Very dear,


can be

her a Heaven in her health as Went- in motion. He busied himself slightly worth had made a Hell in her insanity for a day or two; a great many ladies and illness. But the question came, was became very busy, and the result was a she aught to him ? and the warning of pic-nic. the past fell upon her spirit like a As fate would have it, for once there pall.

was plenty of nice edibles, very little Eugene

Herder was Wentworth's dust, no rain, and no unusual supply of friend, his Mentor—and they were inse- gnats, moschetoes, or other vermin. parable companions; but this did not Herder secured the companion he wished, hinder Caroline from making his ac- and life, and time, and the pic-nic were quaintance; for she now met Went. all rose-colored to him. worth with as much indifference, appa The dinner was excellent; the shade rently, as she met me. Wentworth was delightful; the wit decidedly attic, looked upon her with wonder. He saw and the laughers sufficiently accommoher as it were transfigured before him; dating to laugh at the dullest jokes. And no longer begging his love but command- then bits of paper and pencils were put in ing his admiration. The enthusiasm that requisition, and verses and “crambo" kindled her eye and glowed upon her were written, and the day passed most cheek; the springing life of her graceful pleasantly; and Caroline found herself step, and the queenly dignity of her possessed of some lines which she had whole bearing, were by no means lost 110 wish to present to the company, and upon Wentworth.

But he never spoke so she put them carefully in her bag, and of her to his friend. Herder saw her read them again and again before retiring. mostly through her writings—and he I shall steal a copy, though I am very loved her as we love sunlight and the sure they will not make my readers as perfume of flowers, as a thing to be en- happy as they made her. joyed; appreciated, but not possessed. “When the imprisoned soul for years ** Such a being can never be mine," said hath looked upon the world through he many times in the day and night: bars of triple steel, catching only faint and Caroline echoed the plaint as many glimpses of the sunlight, how wildly times, “ Such an one can never be mine.” overwhelmed the heart becomes when

Herder had spent his life essentially the warm, gushing tide of rich, red light alone, because he had found no one who flows in, and compasses and thrills approached the realization of his ideal. through all our being. The sceptic heart

Would not a pic-nic on Laurel Hill cries out, it cannot be! God never made be a fine affair one of these sultry after- such light for me. Just so my doubting noons," said Herder to Wentworthi. heart exclaims it cannot be that love is

“ Yes, if you want to be bored with mine. It is another dream amongst the gnats, and girls, and moschetoes.” many that have chased each other from

“But we will only bargain for the my asking heart. A golden dream, 'tis girls.”

true, but still a dream. And with this “ But you will get a shower thrown dreadful doubt sheathed in the core of my in, or else you will be thirsty where all-living heart, I wait for sober, waking there is no water; or starved before the certainty.” girls choose to open the baskets, and This from Herder, the man of whom hungry after they are emptied; and the her good maiden aunt Katy, who had ugliest woman in the lot, with no brains lived three-quarters of a century, said, to compensate for the lack of beauty, will “ He is betier-looking than Lafayette, be sure to fall to you; and then she will and almost as good-looking as Washingfall in love with you, and make a party ton Ah! Carry dear, our first love is when you are sick; and you will have to a love of fancy; our second is a love of go and drink sour claret, or flat cham- judgment.”” paigne, or brandied madeira. Bah! these Caroline slept that night very sweetly, pic-nics cost too much unless you hap- I dare say, and probably dreamed of roses pen to be in love and in luck at the same and lilies, and a great many beautiful time, two things which do not occur things. once in an age. Deliver me, say I, from The next time I called, she showed me going pleasure-hunting.”

some very happy poems and a large MS. But Herder was in love, and a man in tale, which she told me were all written love can carry out a purpose. He knew since the pic-nic, only a few days; but what wires to pull to set certain puppets affection had given the impulse to her pen,

and she wrote as rapidly as the happy true man could make it, and we felt that moments flew past her.

it cemented no hated contraet, binding the What Cloudsley Wentworth became indifferent or loathing, because interest or after years of stern struggle, when his passion had led them to a bargain or an genius was chastened and consecrated to entanglement; but an outward and legal progress, when the fiery folly of his expression of a heavenly fact. The youth had become a thing to be remem flowers that shed their perfume around bered and regretted—such was now the us, were in accordance with the spirit of man who sought and obtained Caroline's the scene. A chastened joy enlivened love.

all; and when Mrs. Herder met WentAnother year of useful life, and I met worth on her bridal eve, as the friend of a few beloved friends at the Templetons'. her husband, I was well assured that he It was a bridal, where the angels of beau- would not soon forget the hour when the ty and wisdom, and a world-wide benev. gifted one whom his youthful folly had olence, found a congenial sphere. The failed to blast, was given to his friend. ceremony was impressive as a good and


Gentle morning, soft and glowing,
Melts the misty vale of night,
From her rubied corner throwing
Floods of rose and amber light:

Thus adorning-
Beauty is the dress of morning.
O'er the hills, the sun is streaming
On, to rivulets beneath ;
Dancing, floating, kissing, gleaming-
Giving every wave a wreaih :

Thus adorning
Beauty is the dress of morning.
The dew is quivering on the flowers,
Like an host of fairy eyes ;
Or as tears of summer showers,
Dropped, thus trembling, from the skies:

Thus adorning-
Beauty is the dress of morning.

Now from hedge and thicket ringing,
Comes the songsters' early lay;
Welcoming the fair beginning
Of another summer day:

Thus adorning
Beauty is the dress of morning.
Bees are bosomed in the clover-
Back and forth the blossom swings;
Scarcely can we hear the rover,
Flower-muffled are his wings:

Thus adorning-
Beauty is the dress of morning.
Now the sun from high is throwing,
Ardent rays upon the plain ;
Mighty shadows less are growing,
And the morn is in its wane :

All adorning-
Beauty is the dress of morning.

J. J. C.

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