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VOL. II. LENOIR, N. C THURSDAY, OCTOBER 19, 1870. NO. 4.
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TWICS ASLKP.
BY IOOMB I. HALL.
A child Ilea aleeplqg In oalm repose,
As sweet and fair m a dewy roaa ;
Her little whlta hand are laid at rent
Over her gentle hearing breaat
Sunny imllea on her red llpa play
Linger a moment, then pass away.
Forme and faoea of earth and air
Flit through her mind while ehe
there.
alambera
Amid the mlaty and mellow skies.
Their white wlnga dazale her dreaming eyes,
Until ehe awakene in mute dlamay
While her fleeting fanolee fade away.
She aleepe again In her laet repoee,
Hhe Uee like a withered and faded rose.
Over her forehead, pale and fair.
Ripple her treeeea of golden hair ;
Her little white hauda are laid at reet
Over her tranquil and Ufeleea breaat
Her voloe la silent, and oome what may,
No smile will gladden her lipe of day.
For the happy dreama ehe dreamed are through ;
How sweet to hope that they all oame true.
A Second Wife.
White and silent, In the centre of the
darksome room, lay the source of all the
darkness, the sobs, th j black veils. "She
looks peaceful, doesn't she?" murmured
an aunt to a sister who was dropping
bitter tears. "At last! at last!" The
words sounded as If they were ground
between closed teeth.
Mr. Mairnmie stonned beside the colli n :
. oa " '
he was taking a last look at the face that
had smiled at him through a bridal veil,
fifteen years before.
"See how moved he looks I" whispered
Mrs. Brown to her daughter. "'Ah!
she was a high-strung creature not
Just the one to make a man happy yet
how attentive and polite he was to her I
There Is not a better man in Rosevllle
"It seems as though he could not get
away from that coffin," remarked Mrs
Prism to Miss Prune. "Oh! she was i
high tempered girl ! But they seemed
to get on well of late years. lie always
irot her everything she wanted. What
a fine looking man he Is !"
Just then occurred a sudden move
ment. "It Is that sister of Mrs. Ma-
gogue, Julia More. She came near
fainting; her aunt took her out;" the
mourning crowd explained to each
other.
Outside :
on so, dear
a minute."
"Julia! Julia! don't take
Here, here come in here
Mrs. More drew her niece
Into a conservatory, and dipping her
handkerchief Into the tinkling fountain
Hhe soothed Julia's temples. She ceased
the spasmodic handclenchlngs, but still
glared at her aunt out of hot, dry eyes
"There, there, cry now, dear; It will do
you good," said her aunt, still laving
her face.
"I can't cry, auuty ; but you did well
to bring me out; In another moment I
should have sprung; at that hypocrite
I should have turned him round to those
maudlin women. I should have said
'There is her murderer I There is the
man who swindled her out of her prop
erty ; who broke her heart and wore out
her life!' To hear those women go on
about her 'high temper.' My poor darl
Ing ! 'Not fit to make him happy !' Ah
1 wish I had the making of him bappy
for a little while!"
Several maids and widows had
thought of the handsome widower
which fitted into the Identloal words
but not Into the gritty accents used by
his slster-ln-law.
"Don't, July dear," pleaded Aunt
More; "I didn't hear anybody say any
such thing; and I hope Margaret was
as happy aa most wives. At least, she
Is resting now, and perhaps the peace
of heaven has already washed away the
scars of earth. Do try to compose your
self, and let us go baok."
They went back, but we need not
follow them into that dusky atmos
phere, heavy with tuberose and hello
trope, the flowers of love and death.
A little over a year afterward, Mr
Burt Magogue might have been seen
bidding a reverent good night to
cherflb face, at the door of a charming
country house. Stepping baok into his
carnage, he noticed a friend waiting
for the hone oar.
"Come with rae, Ross?"
"Thanks! you're a good fellow, Ma-
gogue."
"As the coachman drove back to the
city, Mr. Boas remarked :
"This opera going la costly business
to a poor devil, if the lady lives In the
country, especially If It rains; but you
are not a poor devil."
Magogue laughed; "I don't oare what
I spend in the campaign, so I oome out
vlotor."
"Then you have begun a campaign In
earnest, have y6u ?"
"You're right"
'Dear me I Which one is the be
sieged? MJsi Ermlnla? She has fine,
dark gray eyes like like your wife."
"I know. It U net Miss Ermlnla."
"Miss Helen? Hhe la an accom
plished, handsome girl."
"Too accomplished ; she has too many
opinions of her own. I've had enough
of that."
"You want an echo?"
"Well, If you like to put it so, I do
want an echo. I want a little, artless,
affectionate, docile, clinging sort of wo
man. I am going In for Miss Effle."
"Miss Elite! Why, she's hardly out
of school."
"Hardly. I know what I want."
"She would scarcely be much of a
companion."
"I don't want a companion."
"But she is a dear little thing to pet-
sweet, timid eyes, quivering Hps you
can't speak te her but the color rises in
her face. What flossy, flaxen curls she
has? On the whole, why don't you get
a Skye terrier?"
"I know whaj I want," repeated Ma
gogue, a dark smile on his fine features.
Presently a new engagement enliv
ened the Rosevllle tea table.
"So soon?" sighed Miss Prune.
"Soon?" echoed her brother, "why,
his wife has been dead a year: she
wouldn't be any more dead If he waited
three."
"So childish I" said Mrs. Prism.
"That's Just what he wants," said Mr.
Prism, "a sweet, little, clinging, docile
thing."
"An echo?"
"Yes, an echo. I guess he had enough
of Independent opinion In his first wife,
if the truth were known."
So handsome he Is, fascinating and
so rich," said Mrs. Shrimps. "It Is a
fine thing for Effle Keene, youngest of
the three-"
Ills first wife had a good deal of
money," said Mr. Shrimps. "I've heard
say that he kept her pretty short,
though."
Of her own money?" asked Mrs
Shrimps.
"My dear, after she married him It
was her husband's money. I think she
waa inclined to be extravagant. A high
spirited, self-willed thing she was as
Margaret More. I don't think they
were very congenial; and I am afraid
this Is not going to be any better a
sweet, pretty, babyish thing and prob
ably spoilt."
Julia More saw her brother-in-law
one day. Ho waa In a jeweler's store,
gently fitting a gold ring upon an olttn
finger. All Julia knew of her sister's
unhappiuess she knew by a blind, cer
tain Instinct; the scene before her
caused an Intolerable pang of reminis
cence. Then she glanced again at the
slight littlo figure, the sweet-eyed,
cherub face, and the tall, dark form
Impending over them. Pity devoured
her heart. "Poor child! poor child!"
And old nurse, who had reared all
the Keene children, watched the pair
sauntering up the steps that night.
'Lh ! a fine handsome man he Is, and
how sweet to her! But he'd better
have taken Miss Ermlnla or Miss Helen
Poor Mr. Magogue !"
But Mr. Magogue had found exactly
what he wanted at last. When he tried
to explain to her that Tllden, preslden
tlal candidate, had never been mixed up
with Mr. Beocher's affairs, but was "the
man who, more than any other man In
the country, represents" how sweetly
she shook her flaxen curls !
"I'on i try to put an mat into my
poor nine neau. rvnicn man are you
for?"
"Tllden."
"Then I'm for Tilden."
This was delightful to a man who re
membered seeing his first wife, when
an erratic child, weeping passionately
because Buchanan was elected Instead
of Fremont.
Mr.Magogue considered It unfemlnin
for women to Interest themselves 1
politics. To be sure the fair child
Francis Walslngham, first attracted her
knightly lover by her Intense Interest
In a certain phase of politics. But then
her lover waa not Burt Magogue, bu
Philip Sydney.
Mr. Magogue and Miss Efile Keene
were to be married in the spring. Sweet
Effle could scarcely make up her mind
to leave the country where she had
been reared, where all her friends
lived, and go to live In the city, which
suited Mr. Magogue's business.
"We will go away on our tour, my
pet," said Magogue, at one of their last
partings under the stars. "When we
come baok you can make up your mind.'
The smile that adorned his features
after his back was turned was not one
which his bride elect would have recog
nized. Her predecessor knew It well.
On the tour she was all sweetness,
gaiety and grace. Coming back they
stopped at her father's. The next
morning Mr. Magogue addressed Effle :
"Dearest, you know I would like to
consult your wishes in this aa in every
thing but my business requires that
we should live in the city."
"Does it truly, dear f" rolling up her
sky-blue eyea; but how bad that Is, for
you know my health will not stand the
city."
Mr, Magogue's brow darkened.
"You know," said his bride, sinking
upon a cushion, rolling her flossy head
upon his knee, "how I would love to
live In the city, so as to suit you, but
you see I should die there. You don't
want me to die, do you? 80, if you
really can't live in the country, I shall
have to stay at papa's, shall I not? But
you'll come out and see me, won't you."
And she rolled up the long-lashed eyes.
He was angry, baffled, bamboozled,
but he stooped and kissed her. He
hired a pretty house In the country.
As to living at her father's not for
him ! How could ho be master in his
own house, there?
But he was not quite satisfied. He
had a vague sense that he was not hav
ing his own way; he scarcely knew
why. To his first wife he had handed
out her own money discreetly; from
her he had required a strict account of
every cent. But this was such a child
ish creature! He would teach her,
though, in time; there was no doubt of
that.
Was that she in that jeweler's shop?
Impossible! But It was his Effle, and
the Jeweler was just handing her a box.
She caught sight of her husband's ex
cited eyes; Bhe skipped toward him at
the door.
"0, look here, dear!"
She held him the open box ; on the
white satin sparkled a cross of alternat
ing sapphire and diamond.
Effle ! I told you I could not afford
that!"
Oh, don't look at me like that!" she
pleaded, shrinking, rolling up her lips.
"I know you said you could not afford
it; so I borrowed the money of cousin
Charles ; he said he would as soon lend
It to me as not. For these sapphires, I
must have them; they just match my
eyes; they belong to me; see?" With
such a smile.
But Magogue could have kicked him
self for smiling back at her as he did;
but what was he do with such a child?
Thinking It over, he began to see that
he was belug cajoled; he, Burt Ma
gogue. He must put a stop to this; It
was time he came out In a new charac
ter, or men would call him doting.
"Cousin Charles," indeed I Where was
he drifting?
A day or two afterward Mr. Magogue
was riding home in an unpromising
humor. Some of that first wife's money,
very wisely Invested, he thought, had
just sunk out of sight and reach. To is
annoyed him. He was a man who
needed a good deal of money. Nene of
your goody-goody, two cent fellows
was he. The the long, dull, country
ride annoyed him. What a fool he had
been to give in to her about living In
the country. "She must have a lesson,"
he said, shading his head, grasping his
whip, and touching up his gray horse.
Another turn brought him round into
the broad elm-arched avenue that led to
his door. Arriving there, what does he
see?
A groom with two horses; one beau
tiful, snow-white, bearing a lady's new
saddle.
Burt Magogue sprang up the steps;
he crossed the piazza at a stride, the
hall at another ; he looked In at the ante
room door. A lady waa glancing at the
long mirror; a petite lady, smiling at
the petite double In navy blue riding
habit with silver buttons, navy blue
velvet hat with ostrich plume, a flame
of geranium at her throat, a silver
mounted riding whip In her little hand.
"What does all this mean, madam?"
shouted the flower of Roseville chivalry.
She turned round bowed, walked up
to him :
"What did you say to me, sir?" she
asked graciously.
"I asked, what you mean by this?"
She laughed a silvery laugh. "Oh!
Why it means that I am going out to
ride. I like riding. Cousin Charles
went with mo yesterday to look at a
horse. He says he Is a splendid fellow,
and you see how handsome he Is. The
bill for him will come In to-morrow.
Don't I look nice, dear?"
He clenched the whip still In his
hand. "I'll pay no bills for any horse ;
that la going back where he came from
with the groom. And you, madam
walk up stairs, take off that gear, and
put on something decent, and then come
down to me."
She looked up at him, Hps apart, from
under the curled, navy blue rim of her
riding hat; then clapped her tiny hands
and burst Into sweet peals of cherub
laughter.
"Madam, are you mad ? Do you think
you can behave like this? You didn't
know my first wife, she's dead." He
spoke in an ominous tone that lowered
the color in Effle's rounded cheek ; her
lips curled back like those of a child
when first confronting some strange,
unpleasant animal.
Burt Magogue went on : "She was a
spirited, high-tempered thing, but I
brought her down. Would you like to
know how I brought her down?"
"Yes I should," the answered with
that ourlous.fearleasglanoe, just touched
with something that might have been
dismay bad it not been more like scorn .
"HOW did you do It?"
"I conquered her with the lash !"
Little Eflle shuddered and looked
down. Her delicate face was working
with horror, with pity for her prede
cessor, with terror for the gulf sud
denly open at her feet, swarming with
the misbegotten wrongs that follow the
meeting of irresponsible power and
weakness. Or was It only terror for
herself, hopeless in the power of her
natural protector, lowering over her In
his vast superiority of physical strength ?
He wished she would look up; these
baby faces can be as baffling as the time
less brows of 8phynx. At last those
golden lashes lifted; the timid eyes rose
Op and up, until they met his ; they gave
him a disagreeable sensation ; he would
revenge It upon her some day though
she waa almost too pretty to be crushed.
"You dld-dld you ?" She had taken
In his remark, It seemed. Then she
walked up to him, clenched her fist to
the size of a magnolia bud, and fixed him
with eyes whose cherub blue was lost
In a glitter, like bayonets In the sun.
"Well If you ever lay so much as
your least finger's weight on me don't
you ever shut your eyes again, for the
first time I find you asleep I'll cut your
throat from ear to ear. So hear me
every saint In heaven !"
She turned at the door and flung back
a laugh : "This is your second wife !"
With this "echo" she left him.
A horrible sensation clutched Burt
Magogue. He fought it as If It were
paralysis. What waa it? And what
being was this that he had marrried
this mocking, spirit-like thing whom
ne couia not terrify? He knew all
about women yes, the bravestof them :
flighty, provoking, but nervous; "na
turally subject to fears ;" docile as sheep
to one who showed them a little resolu
tion. What manner of woman w:is
this? He turned quickly at a sound
without. There she was mounting that
snow-white steed, and there was nothing
reassuring In the smile she flashed him
ere she whirled off in a nfght-cloud of
draperies. Was she some witch sent by
Hecate, queen of night and of the dead?
Burt Magogue believed Just as much In
one religion as he did in another; you
see mortal flesh and blood It could not
be that had threatened him with Efile
Keeno's soft lips, and transfixed him
with her liquid eyes. Could It be some
Unsleeping ghost arisen, taking posses
sion or a sweet familiar shape ! Faugh !
why had he ever read those uncouth
horrors of Hoffman and Tieck and Ed
gar Poe? Burt Magogue
has always defied the supernatural.
Can a shadow of It keep him so docile
as he Is to his elfin wife? Why, the
men growl now and then : "He Is get
ting to be the mere echo of his 'echo.'
Blaring;.
Singing requires of the vocal organs
functions very different from those re
quired for speaking. Furthermore, a
good physical constitution and perfect
regularity in the functions of the organ
Ism, are of inestimable value to the
artist. In the emission of the voice the
respiratory movements must be per
formed without strain or effort; they
must be regulated so as to make the In
spiration short and easy, and the expi
ration slow and prolonged. There is a
struggle between the organs which re
tain breath and those which expel it;
practice, youth, and good health, are
the conditions upon which an adjust
ment must be based. In the highly
gifted artist the larynx holds its ordi
nary position notwithstanding the vari
ations of intensity and pitch of the
sounds produced. Being implicated in
some of the more energetic movements
of the tongue, it rises or falls, but to no
purpose. The larynx of the singer,
while fixed in its position, multiplies
its performance; the suppleness of all
its parts is a matter of prime impor
tance. The vibration of the local lips
and the resonance of the vestibule de
termine the timbre of the glottic sounds,
the configuration of the pharynx of the
buccal cavity, by modifying the sounds
formed in the glottis, produces the tim
bre of the voloe. This cannot be altered
to any considerable degree by even the
most powerful effort of the will. Pro
fessors of singing Injure their pupils by
prescribing In too absolute a manner
the mouth arrangements which they
themselves find most serviceable. Each
individual must follow Nature, and M.
Mandl had good reason for begging
singing-masters never to forget this
truth. Popular Science Monthly.
Feaeatle Partly.
All the influence which women en
joy In society their right to the exor
cise of that maternal care which forms
the first and most Indelible species of
education! the wholesome restraint
which they possess over the passions of
mankind; their power of protecting us
when young, and cheering us when old
depends so entirely upon their per
onal purity, and the charm which Its
casts around them, that to insinuate a
doubt of its real value Is wilfully to re
move the broadest oornor-stone on
which civil society rests, with all its
benefits and all its comforts.
viae Life.
At the opening of the century the
public facilities for anatomy were less
than now ; so then robbing the church
yard was quite a trade, and an egotist
or two did worse they killed people for
the small sum a dead body fetched.
Well, a male body was brought to a
certain surgeon by a man he had often
eniployed.and the pair dumped It down
on a dissecting table, and then the ven
der received bis money and went.
The anatomist set to work to open the
body; but, In handling it, he fancied
the limbs were not so rigid as usual, and
he took another look. Yes, the man
was dead; no pulsation either. And
yet somehow he was not cold about the
region of the heart.
The surgeon doubted ; he was a hu
mane man ; and so, instead of making a
fine tranverse cut like that at which the
unfortunate author of "ManonLescaut"
started out of the trance wlt'u a shriek to
die In right earnest, he gave the poor
body a chance; applied hartshorn, vine
gar and friction, all without success.
Still he had his doubts; though, to be
frank, I am not clear why, he still
doubted.
Be that as it may, he called In his as
sistant, and they took the body into the
yard, turned a high tap on, and dis
charged a small but hard hitting column
of water on to the patient.
No effect was produced but this, which
an unscientific eye might have passed
over : the skin turned slightly pink lu
one or two places under the fall of wa
ter. The surgeon thought this a strong
proof life was not extinct; but, not to
overdo It, wrapped the man In blankets
for a tlme,and then drenched him again,
letting the water strike him hard on the
head and the heart in particular.
He followed this treatment up, till
at last the man's eyes winked, and then
he gasped, and presently he gulped, and
bye-and-bye he groaned, and eventually
uttered loud and fearful cries as one
battling with death.
In a word, he came to, and the sur
geon put him into a warm bed, and as
medicine has its fashions, and bleeding
was the panacea of that day, he actually
took blood from the poor body. This
ought to have sent him back to the place
from whence he came the grave to wit ;
but somehow It did not; and next day
the reviver showed him with pride to
several visitors, and prepared an article.
Resurrectus was well fed, and, being
a pauper, was agreeable to He In that
bed forever, and eat the bread of science.
But as years rolled on, his preserver
got tired of that. However, he had to
give him a suit of his owu clothes to get
rid of him. Did I say years? I must
have meant days.
He never did get rid of him ; the fel
low used to call at Intervals and demand
charity, urging that the surgeon had
taken him out of a condition in which
lie felt neither hunger, thirst nor mise
ry, and so waa now bound to supply his
natural needs.
It is In the country that the soul ex
pands and grows great. The town de-
veiopes, cultivates and amplifies all the
senses, but Its tendency U to contract
that incomprehensible impulse of being
we call soul. Out where the rugged
hills point heavenward with ten thou
sand sturdy evergreen figures; where
stand the woods in royal majesty;
where the brooks dance along and clasp
hands with the rivers, and rivers sweep
on with unimpeded flow to the bosom
of the sea; where the rocks rise like
brawny giants, their nakedness covered
with mosses, and drink In the sunshine
and the rain proudly, disdaining to
show how the elements caress them
slowly Into dust; where the birds sing
their most jubilant songs, and the wild
flowers wear their brightest hues;
where the bees hum in laiy content
from honey cup to honey cup; where
nature rules supreme and man becomes
a pigmy-there the true soul, unabashed
arid undismayed, aspires to compass all
the profound mysteries of creation and
reads eloquent lessons in everything.
Where villages dot the hill-sides and
nestle in the valleys; where the throb
bing clangor of the church bell is the
loudest sound heard ; where the fields
teem with homely promise of the com
ing harvest, and the voices of men are
drowned in the prattle of nature there
are magnificent souls hidden beneath
the humblest exteriors. The hand that
holds the plow and scatters the seed
may be hard and brown, but there is a
whole heart in its grasp; the face that
has been snowed upon and rained upon
and blown upon, ia neither marred nor
scarred, but grave and gentle ; it shows
in every lineament how ennobling is
close communion with nature. The
eye that sees the first tiny hud on the
trees, the first blade of pale green grass,
the first frail blossom of the woods,
watches the covert approaches of spring
with a glow and lustre that we do not
often see la the dissipated town.
A desire to say things which no one
ever said makes gome people say tilings
which nobody ought to say.
FOOD rOR THOUGHT.
Domestic magazines Wives who
blow up their husbands.
If knee-breeches come in fashion the
biggest calf will look the best.
Courage consists not in blindly over
looking danger, but in seeing ft, and
conquering it.
It Is every man's duty to shake car
pets the word "shake" to be used in
its popular sense. ,
Why is a horse the most miserable of
animals? Because his thoughts are
always on the rack.
The amount of water dally consumed
in London Is 113,800,000 gallons, or 41,
637,000,000 gallons a year.
A tourist, who was asked in-what
part of Swlzerland he felt the heat
most, replied, "When he was going to
Berne."
"I'm saddest when I sing" exclaimed
a Sunday evening warbler. "And so
is the neighborhood," aighed a voloe
from the street.
We are very apt to ask of God what
we are unwilling to give to our neigh-
bora mercy. If we were really for-
ven only as we forgive we should
ave a hard time.
Spilklns says that all the perils and
horrors of a maelstrom aren't a circum
stance to the horrors of hearing a fe- '
male storm on the piano, next door,
from morning till night.
Albert Smith's literary signature "A,
S.," was onoe shown to Douglas Jer
rold.at which the wit remarked, "Ah I ''
that's a fellow who never tells more
than two-thirds of the truth."
An Irish guide told Dr. James John
son, who wished for a reason why -Echo
was always in the feminine
gender, that "maybe it was because
she always had the last word." . ,
The Hamilton rubber company of
Milham, a suburb of Trenton, N. J.,
has failed. The liabilities are about
160,000, and the at sets are variously es
timated from 130,000 to $50,000.
One of the most important recent en
actments in Massachusetts was that of
the Legislature or 1874-75 requiring,
towns and cities to cancel their debts
within a period of thirty years.
She was very particular, and when
the dealer informed her that all his toe
was gathered winter before last, ehe
wouldn't give him her order. She said
he couldn't palm off his stale Ice on to
her.
The past Is disclosed, the future con
cealed in doubt. And yet human nature
ia heedless of the past, and fearful of
the future regarding not the science
and experience that past ages have un
veiled. Would a man frequently calculate
his income and expenditure, he would
escape many a bitter reflection ; for he
must be lost to every generotta feeling
of pride and honorable principle who
wantonly incurs debts which he can
not discharge.
Dr. J. R. Nichols, of Haverhill Mass.
has offered to give the town of Merri
mack, in the same state, one thousand
books as the nucleus of a public library
the only condition being that the town
shall form a Library Association in ac
cordance with the laws of Massachu
setts. Condemn no man, says John Wesley,
for not thinking aa you think. Let
every man use his own judgment since
every man must give an aocoiut of
himself to God. Abhor every approach
in any kind or degree, to the spirit of
persecution. If you can neither reason
or persuade a man into the truth never
attempt to force him into it. If love.
will not compel him to come, leave him
to God the Judge of all.
Jean Paul said : "Play is the child's
first poetry." It was a wise and poetic
saying of a poet. But Froebel, the
kiudergartner, was not a poet hut a
school-master and a philosopher. He
went deeper, and said the supreme
word about play when he called it the
"first work of childhood." It Is the
child's chief business. Use play to
serve the ends of education you may,
but to do away with it is the unpardon
able sin of the prevalent method of
teaching.
Character. How difficult is the
human mind according to the differ
ence of place! In our passions, as in
our creeds, we are the mere dependants
ef geographical situation. Nay, the
trifling variation of a single mile will
revolutionize the Ideas and torrents of
our hearts. The man who is weak.
generous, benevolent, and kind in ' the
country, enters the scene of contest,
and becomes fiery or mean, selfish or
stern, lust as If tha virtues were only
for solitude, and the vices for a city.
Recreation does not mean idleness
and it may mean labor. A wise man
will so arrange his labors that each
succeeding one shall be so totally dif
ferent from the last that it snail serve
as a recreation for it. Physical exer
tion may follow mental, and then give
place to it again. A man equally wise
in all other hygienlo measures, who
could nicely adjust the labors of mind
and body in their proportions, might
hope to attain old age with all his
mental faculties fresh and vigorous to
the last.
A father may turn his back on hie
child; brothers and sisters may become ,
Inveterate enemies: husbands may de
sert their wives, wives their husbands;
but a mother's love endures through
all. In good repute, in bad repute, In
the face of the world's condemnation, a
mother still loves on, and still hopes
that her child may turn from his -evil
ways and repent; still the remembers
he Infant smiles, the merry laugh, th
joyful shout of his childhood, the open
ing promise of hit youth ; and she can .
never be brought to think him all ua
worthy. Wa$ktgton Irving. ' ' 1