Chicago Daily Tribune Newspaper, December 11, 1880, Page 12

12 THE CHICAGG TRIBUN SATURDA DECEMBER ll, 18s0—SIXTEEN PAGS THE HOME. Our Own and Only Poets Held Up to Public View. Their Various Faults and Merits Sketched in Entertaining Colors. Michigan’s Philosophor Sings a’ Pean of Praise to Various Corre- Ke spondenta. Raven Hair Tells of Hor Untiring In- dustry Jn the Pursult of a t Husband. Ohristmas Gifts the Subject of an Intercat- ing and Instructive Lotter by Fern Leaf, Trashy Novels and ‘‘The Blnes” Considered by o Couple of Correspondents—Mixeellanenus Matters, " ‘CHICAGO. For The Chicago Tribune, Chicago, mighty alty! ‘What mnogle in that nano! ‘Who in this whle dominion Math heard not of thy fame? ss And yot, withto the Imit Of memory of mitt, ‘Thy crowded streets wero pralrics, Whero tho wild Jndian ran, Now wo behold thy commerce Reaching from.aen to scans And holding within thy tands: Tho future destiny Of thousands this day unborn, Who yet thy streets shall tread ¢ When those who made thee mighty Are nutbered with the dead. Wo cannot tell what glory dAuwaits thy future stato; Put this yea a eer Lote Van never be us grec a C, Jay Bnts, THE LYITER-BOX. Thore are letters, papers, and postal-eards at this oflice for the persons whose names np- pear below, ‘Those living ont of the city should kend their address and dt three-cent alamp, upon recelpt of which thelr mall wil be forwarded. Residents of Chicago can ob- taln their mall by calling at Room 30 ‘Tr une Bullding: Bob. Fern Lent. OUR POETS. ROMMTHING ABOUT THEM. ‘To the Eultor of The Chicago Tribune. : . Camnnor, Dee. .—The winds go wander- ing almlesly without. Itis bittér St. Agnes weathor,—" the ow! with ‘all his feathers is cold”: but in here, nested in the warmth, and color, and perfume, one ean only Isten Sn sensuous delight to the restless, sobbing, sighing Banshee without. A Jewelltke fire in, the grate, leaping in violet and rosy fluines behind the sttver bars; abunch of red, red roses Inn slender yaso; a Sévrea plate with one great purple oluster of grapes upon ity a deep low ehalr; dusk heavy curtains shutting out the night (Ah, bitter night! mother of weeping days!"); a stand piled high with books, and magazines, art papera—the latest: * Endym- fon,” “The Iron. Gate,” * Ultima Thule," “Ben-lur,? “Stillwater Tragedy’?; Hur- per, Seribner, atlantle, Temple Bar, Lip- pincott, Appletons’, Lerald, Tines, Sun, World, Taunus: iy In deep indolonce we He fn the low chair and among our flecting, Impossible, dellelous dreams some dreams take shape and are realty. Theso poems in Tre Tamuxr, for Ine stance, nro written by human hands, and hu- man hearts that live and suffer and struggle, "These frall floating walfs of song are frag- ments of mortal lives; the outbreak and ery of tender souls that blossom and wither, senreely known of tho world, ‘These are the erles of the world's children, weak, strong). selfish, noble, valu, pltiful, egotistical, aspiring, pior, ridiculons, grand, meagre, royal; All these erles are flung ont ‘onthe alrand die awnsy unheard; if heard, soon forgotten. ¥ Who are these singers with thelr sweet and heart-breaking sons? Only units In the grent throbbing, striving, starving, battling world, Ells Wheojer, amber-cyed, chestnut-halred, carnation-llpped! A possiounte Southron, full of fuuits ‘and wrongs. Pussionate, long- Ing,—a creation born of sunsets and tropical flowers, Like the blossoms of <Australla, tawdry-rich with color, but scentless; like Austratia’s birds, with rare plumage and form, but mute, At! that somethlng,—that vague, Intangible something that fs wanthyg! Burning with fires that the snowsof ago cannot quench; chilling with prejudices that she clutches to her warm bosom with white, cruel hands; noble ly her strang endeavor to be noble; weak In her yanity and self-con- tent.* Mero nre two of her poems, “Tho World” snd" What Is It All?" Aro they not boau- tltul? Filled with the joy of living, the love of sungtine, and laughter, aud beauty, Here she fs strong, and beautiful, and good, and true, And then she changes “the key of her soul's music,”—wwhat Is 1tP Atl love, and Jaughter, and sunstine,-— : Grating of sombre und shining aand, Gliding Into und cut of the hand, Ahtif sho would only say xond-by to her Lippos, and Angelos, and Paulases, and dus, and Carlos, and Jockos, and Laertes, and Idlocos, and write out her lovely thoughts of Ilfot Bing to us of Its noble uges, and lend us to tho stars, Jnstend of keeping us down here in this cold, damp, une conifortably region, with some ardent Iuiatle who raves about the sweetness of her Nps, and thelr warmth and delirinm, Our own dips are as much ng wo can attend to, and wo cerlulnly reserve then for worthler uses than somo mooning, driveling spoan's kisses, But we must take the chaff with the wheat, and not grumble. We must listen patiently to the discords of earthy Jove and passion, and walt for the holy, uplifted chords of an- gefle aspiration and) renunclation, Charles Noble Gregory, tall, dark, and Jnnguld, with an engaging Hsp, ind Hele af Tectation in republicun Ainerica of coroneted paper, and family motto and arms, with his air of high soclety and “culchay,"! and withal hig real fascination ‘of pood breeding, and relinentont, md clemnce, Are not hls poeins Intensely real atid unpos ‘etic? You find no ripple and rhythm iid Murmur of sumer waters, no Hush and stir of amethyst dawns, no breath and languor and Incense of slum ering Hluword, no sheen and glow of sliver star-lamps in twillght thickets, no warmth of dreaming love-kissed > nvons, no mysticlam and pullor of moon- washed midolghts. Only perfect metre and harmuntous (without ~ nitsic), everyday, Thyme. Clear-cut, cold, perfectly-true ani fafthtul, No Flow, no warmth, no colar, Passionteas, still, almost soulless; faithtul, analytic, rigidly accurate. out who shall say who. Is the truest post, Ella Wheeter or Charles Noble Gregory? Fanny Driscoll comes before me now, pale, fragile, dark-eyed, dark-browed, bronze: hatred, She lias hardly flung ehitdhood away for thu Roavyrhearat prize of wou hood, With Intint wistfulness ingher curk eyes, With InGinit sadness on her sweet lips, —always yearnluz, questioning, doubling, With alla woman's eapriciousness, willful, wroug, daring, detiant, cold, duspalring, ro bellious, whining, repelling. boinetlues flouting with Nowers In her sill, velvet, hands, and smiles on her Hp: laughing with all the happy gleo of childhood, with’ roses ed cheeks and Urllllunt eyps; only to fall ck bite pallur and meonitl dreaming; nurs ing Vague fantasles, cherishlng wid, nad de- iuetns,. plucking the wan tiles of oud and bitter ought, aud always loucing, longing, rm ss Marmon, who writes strong, true Jsho ribbons and ruffles and stry grace words, striving with womanly courage to widen the elrelo of happiness ‘and content; apeqking earnest words af patlencs and on duranee, seeking eagerly to draw souls bizher. Surely God loves a pure and gentle CM Lada M.W,, girlish, witlful, with a proud set of her little dark head, and a defiant ps: writing saucy, mis- chievous, tender, thoughtful words. Aly sweetheart, you do not know your own power yet 1 And here Is Mary Stration Hewitt, an echo that fits behind ‘tho hills repeating every careless word fling out tpon the breeze; a bubble that reflects the erlinson, and azure, and emerald of the sun's burning heart, A moek-bird that sings word for word the Words spoken to ft. A mirror. that reflects everything before It.” 5% and who ts this antiquated damsel, with shinpering mouth and Haw ing ringlets ard mincing walk? Ah, Aydin Tinian, who rns tn tle in somebody's arms; who yearns for somebody's kisses on fier ilps; who Is always singling er little tra-la about Rirden-gates and darlings and whise perig — levers?- Ah, Lydia, brush up your curls into oa wom wily “knot, east aside your — gir Stop sighing to He In aris tliat are too often, faithless, and hold aching, wears, sorrowfal heads to your own heart that fg womanly and rood under all the affectation and slliine it ts better to love-than be loved, Be tr and falthtuband earnest, and if *somebod: dousn’t yearn to einbrace you ts much ag you Yeurn to be embraced, bh a dolt, and de- serves to be a loser in this world of losses. and here is Carlotta Perry with her per- fect-verse. Musleal, sweet, profound, liquid, aud tender,—sho Is ourtrucst poet, Chastened by thne and sorrow; wlways cheery nnd sul Ing; always helpful and pathetic. A daltity form and red-brown eyes, and a veil of yeh, dark hair,—a woman to respeet and adinire and cherish. | May the years bring her nore than the years have browgit, Who are these nnknown writers with thelr ephemeral visions, unbeauth(at, distorted, ambittous, fluating, drifting-on tha waves of Mterature, only to ba plunged Into the dark gulf of obilvion, Here are some political and campalan * squlbs.’—but, nol ‘The writers of these knoek-kneed, shambling, deformed carlea- tures of poetry must nut expect notice, mach less prise, from either man, or Gud, or de- mop, Here is a pretty little poem enlied “Qond Night,’ by Flotence E, J,,—the loving prayer of a pure heart. Here Isa delicious poom called “Golden Road.” by some lever of Nature, ‘Tho Vrin- cess of Golden Rod nuver had e sweeter ine terpreters “Motley {s her roventio: Drayon-itles tn ateelly huo, Mail-clnd bootles, warriors bold, Hrovze-brawn bees, with belts of gold— Courtlers true Caino to eu Ere tho sunshine dries the dew, Hutteriiies with wings outspread, Purple, rlobly brotdered With heraldié quaint devices ‘Tinta hares, and shy fleld-mice— ‘There they mect At ber feet In tho sultry August heat. From no well-kept garden bed Doth sho lft hor yeltow head: Gormeons-hued 18 she, and wild, mmer's wayward gypsy cbilld; rleb sprays Softly blaze Tn tho homely weed-grown ways. “At tho Morgue" Is the flerco and morbid outbrenk of a man’s bitter, unforgiving heart, and here is something so dullclonaly funny that Dinust give {ttu you entire, It ts called “'The Leaf in the Book,” and is a trinslation from the German of Anastasius Gran, Poor err Gren, are you not uneasy In your grave?’ Would you not like to zot up for ono little moment and Interview Arthur Colmnin Dawson with a strong and ruthteas club? We sympathize with you, Heber Herr. We feel exactly ag you do fir this matter. Thove an aged nunt, * . Who has 1 sinall ol book; Between its anelent pages A withered Jeat fs stuck, As withored, porhians, nro tho hands That plucked It for ber ono spring. What aifoth tho old aunt, then? She weeps as she looks on the thing, . Wo should think sho would! She also has OUR ARAL © Poesy, how many crimes are commit- ted In thy name! Lreally haven't the heart: to suy another word. ‘Tun Lavy or SirAnorr, FORYY YEARS. WIS PRACKFUL RETURN. Tb the Editor of The Chicago Tribune, Gnraxp Rarms, Mich. Oct. %—How prone Is the Inexporlenced poet to gloon,—to rhyme “heart”? with © part" “ gladness? is with “sadness,” and “o'er” with “ never more"! It is only after a long battle with life that we learn to hold fnat that wo have, bo ft ever go little, and glvo thanks therefor, and to° understand what Solomon meant when he sald that ronst beef was not the only requisit for adolighttul adhiner, and to siniteno matter how sharp the teeth of the little foxes are, or what yultures’ beaks de- your our Ilvers, It ls only when youth’s monotony of del!sht{ s agreeably varied by. an Instant of disquiet thatwe parade our lnx- ury of woe, and weep in public print, When grlefs really come, when gray hairs and wrinkles, and failure, and self-dlstrust, and scorn of Iife fall upon us, and despatr sits with us at every board, then wo smite and | make a Jest, and wag our hends at the young- sters, and remark that we wero once sad dogs ourselves, Itts not the howl ofthe young poet, but the smile of the middle-aged party whieh calls for my sympathetic tears. Massachusetts Girl certatniy writes the soundest old-mald talk possible, and fn ele- gant style. “And 1 am truly glad she Is not an oll mald herself. She says she isn’t, to begin with, It is beyond temintne logic to know thag this statement on her part is a wild and yélement contra- Uletion of alt that followstin her artlele, nicely ad sho has written, “An old maid ts a lovely character, but ‘Ll want you all to know. Pm not that sort” is what Massachu- sgtts Girl says; and this saylug af hers is tho Koy to all seeming injustice of tho low os- teem in which society holds old matds, So- elety. demands Jaber of nion, and wife and motherhood of women, An unmarried woman fsa soclal fallure, and sovicty docs not applaud its awo fallures. Its vory ami- ablo of you, my dear Girl, to wrlto ng you do, and some of tho sweetest, and tenderest, and loveliest of women have bloomed sorrow: fully in tho vestal ranks; but nil the talk in the world will not give the unappropriated woman an exalted standing, Wife, nun, or widow fs tho decree of socle iy. Now couki any one have chosen “Gawk.” asa nem de plie?—aid how charming to see Clyde own that women are to be blamed for everything in her letter on blrd-killlng | Thanks, Miss Muarny, for your pleasant words tome, and, if you do take the post of Tou eritle, L hops you will find it agreea- le—thae’s all. fam agtud to seq Gate Forrest's husband provikled with 9 model wife,—how pitiful was that appeal of the glant In“ Frankonstlen for a miate,—how lorriiie the despair whieh sent hin forth upon the frozen sea of soll- tude and oblivient IVsno use, Blue Stocking; you cannot make The Home a literary cirele any more than you can niake a common evening party a conversutionsl,” in tho modern: sense of tho wortls you must go to Concord, and ne: cept bran, If you want to flad gicls who are AU book, or Xouths who care for sermons, The highest philosophy of causation Is only. a Weak guess, tuulty and tncomplete, at what one may enjoy perfectly without knowing the ulfabet” A turtle ona sand-bar knows Just as uitich about the san, so far as his own good Is concerned, as Father Seccht knew; und words, no nutter how fine, are te mere husks of sensation, We will be philo- sophical aud Herury. when we cannot chow gun and Hirt—net before, thunk you. J wonder what hus become of Chat? Auguste lnforins me as to the significance ofthe name of * Katuria” Did any one ever write a rude, shurp, or hateful ‘word, a st it? hardly Unk ‘Claypole’s: narra- Mexcito comment. ‘Che situation ly bald, uueuicestlye and unromantie, Vhat bold Bohemian lunacy iniluences "Topsy 'Tinkle to write against useless labor In obedience to social edict? When Shion ways thumbs up, wo, and woes Indeed to hin, or her who sits with folded hands, Beware of dangerous ground, Topsy) though care petedawith patelnwarke quilts Te with betray your fect to destruetion, * Let us hear from ‘The Home," says Mar- garet; they won't talk, my dear child; bo Bure of that; two or threo letters finish the classics In The Homeatways. Witness Moe. Recamierfand my own fhfated imitations of Eustace Budgell, oF « Youthful indeed suust Youngster be to hold that sitting In a corner and glagling is the sian and substance of flirtation; the Blue: Eyed one can elven fuller demonstration of the art and mystery, T Caney é Nov. 6—Why doesn't: Miss Wordsworth put on her war paint Just once, if she thinks quarreling is so nninsing? ‘To bo sure, Silence, Lam used to ity from the yery first T hada dot of rows on hand in these coltimnsy but it's awfully wearisome to lave folks call one an inddel, and no end ofa brute, ani pity Sathonns beeauss of a boarder he will goon have to provide for, L don’t think, Cwould mind hostilities of a elvil, gentiomanly sort, ne mitter how deadly Iu spirit, but these people who grow unary, and call names, and abuse one's nds beeause they are friendly,—believe Silence, these tings cause ire at least to myself for tho company In whieh I ome inies. “Jane Eyre” “That Lass a? Lowrle's,” * Seven Ouks,”” “Ardiir Bounleastle,? Mtr. Roe’s ruck, snd—"Se, Elmol” Conlin, plat: fnde, rubbish, aud eneyelopedial Strely Sally Ann Js entholle in Wer tastes, and tt is rathor surprising that she should be ule warm toward Diekens, Ido not know how ever, that an admirer of Roe would be likely to Appreciate stich a work of art as "Alea House,” whieh ts, to ime, Dickens? flnest novel.” Mignon and Becky ‘quite curry the inind bnek to the days of the “ Mouter” anit the * Wardian Case,” with thelr extremely femlning letters, and Betsy betrays her dano- ranee of the art of philosophy by elatming that Emerson has no “systern orsct of deiinit principles? ‘The true philosopher, Betsy, Invariably sets out with. tho assertion thn things are ina terrible muddle, and he takes coud care is he xors on not te contradict, insetf by making anythlog plain or clears Tf you desire to Know all that mau, has Tenrned, or ever wilt fearn by philosophy, pou ean find it iy Keclestastes vill, 17, and hy 24. AN that 1 have ever sald Inthe Home is contatned in those two verses of the Bible, and you know what they say aboutit. Itisa very Unsufe thing to atote Scriptura ina pol fansiliur with Poly Welt, Pray, Miss ‘Tinkle, when did you 3 to the iu | ? The matter stants exactly hi pure In henrt all things are yp 5 young and romantle girl, In reading “dang Byre,” fils wstrong main and 0 fe, devoted woman who was, reasonably constimt and faith(ul. She fines nothing else at all, She sees no sit, and fears no evil. Wilh the pride the ease fs otherwise, ‘The prise, having an inward: consciousness of guilt, puts puntalettes on the plang-legs, and finds contambuation everywhere, And {t 1s not at all ned fal that aman shoud: have led a ite that a sewlng-clrele could not find fault with in order-to be n good and detightful husband. feel less * pity for the woman who sutlers because of an occasional error on the part of ahusband, who ts winan and atover most of tie thie, than for the woman whose whole life Is one frozen mockery of connublal peace, without a sin and without a joy. * Not the least possible harm can come to renders from the novels tolerated in respeetas ble company. ‘Che foes to a elean Ife are not between the covers of any book, or in any words at ally they are in the heart in the blood and the bone of the sliner; and, watel and gtiard the outer gates ns wo muy, no ended Js secure from foes within its wills, Lam curlous to seo The Home dccision in this mutter, Bob chalks outa nico piece of work in his Grumpy Club, Shall we ses three chapters of it~or will two end it forever? And what's the good, Harry, of finding fault with aetrl for fullu}ng the styla? Style is only nsort of faney package used to put girls on tho market in attractlye form, ft all eomes off fa very short thao after marriage, aud the woman uppenrs just as-she Is. Style doesn’t Inst loug enough to talk about ex- eept In the case of old inaids, and you wwouldi’t deny them the pleasure of dressing thenselves ns thoy eloosy, want! you? A great many very nice. girls admire Em-> merson, same ag does Gale Forrest, ant am glad of ft. ‘Cho miserable thine about growing old Js thatone censes to find ad- mirable things,—even one’s self grows stale aud wearlsonie. : And Beth Button, and Florian Areane, whont Tam always expecting to write ex- tremely well and’ Sally «Ann have a nlea Nttle battle in prospect over the guod and. bad novels, so wmusing when they none of them know an evil thing of all the world, Fern Leaf writes of friends, and Mr. Dally prinis a lot of extracts trom the letters: that women write to dilm, whieh proceeding seems wholly indefensible,» : Noy, 94—Five Faneles aro yer comlng trom an advocate of the Supremacy of Man, No. J makes mana fine creature when viewing the worksof man, and n tuiser- able God-forgotten nothing in so sinati a bit of nature as Lake Michigan, No, 2 gives the still less complfinentury pletuse of a com- mon-pines man ina bleh picture; No. 3 atates that the writer's pride curlous, n hs Intellect. is inildewed by an envy of well developed muscle; No. 4 is a, prophecy worthy of any. epileptic who ‘ever stripped off his clothing and walked among men in the mifesty of nakedness; while No. 5, Napo- Jeon at St. Helena, ts surely a ty es of the Hetoness of human deeds, ns striking as ean he fod in history. Cruel, ruthless Eta Keta i, to stenl the steed so Kindly loaned me by the writer of thetboolk of Eccteslates and ride forth upon a erusade against tho nobility of man, and leave mo to trudge along in the dust behind you, with neither eharger nor foemant : 1tls good tosea Callfornin’s name again and to read tho words of one who bins read at least a part of the hooks of the world, md has read with clean eyes. Forry Yrans. RAVEN HAI. HER UWUNT FOR A MUSBAND. Ib the Editor of The Chieago Tribune, Exna, Wis, Dee. 3.—Uaying arrived, na 1 thought, at years of discretion, and haying saved upa few pence for the pirpose, 1 be- gan to think it timo [ wassettled In an estab- lishment of my own, and resolved that if L failed in this design this your it should he from_no fault of mine, ‘The four years pre- vious to this Inst I had spent In an outlook for matrimonlnl purposes, welzhing many nien fn the balance, only to find them want- ing, but I set out upon tho fair tlde of leap: year with four trim brigs In mind, resolved, to bestow upon tho one most worthy of It the captalnoy of my numble self, My frat preference fell upon Charley D,, whom fhad admired as many times ag he followed In tha wake of his mamina, his arms piled full of chops, sausages, ote. (his manuna kept a. boarding-house), or accom: panylng hits slster’s poodle along tha street with n cotton string nz connecting lnk bo- tween them, and I immediately put him dawn ou my tablets ag likely to blossom into na humble and obedient husband, and re solved to loss no tiny in securing the prize he bade falr te be, ‘Tho morn of the New-Year my heart beatao Joudly in anticipation I knew not whether ft was that blood-pumping organ or my fingers on the knocker that resounded through the hall of Charlie's immmimn’s house, and ina, dream I gave my card to tho servant for the son of tho house, Inan instant an elderly matron mado her appearance with, * Beg pardon, mum, but my son takes no moro intisl lessons. Ho fell n Jove with the Inst mttsle-teacher ho hnad—tho -yuller-halred huzzy—before the third lesson, ind bh to buy: fini a aval ing and pony phantom before hod if think there'd be Lglve her up, Not ast much danger of another such experince, mum, as yer not overly hanson, nor styish, nor Sayuiey bit a gentleman teacher js the safest.” When It dawned upon my aind that L had sent upiny professional card lin atead of my New-Your's compliments 1 Inanaged’ to stammer iy mnistnko, and sho bewmingly Jed ine to the drawing-room nit disappeared, ‘Tho lovely Charlo had just bade a bovy of ladies good-by and was.alone, His aly was graceful ay (ieb—no, Apulia, and he blushed divinely as 2 pressed his tiny hand, He was olegunt tn beautiful muatachlo waned to the tos of ils pink curs, and a nuck= dio that resemblodan Aurora Borealls. Hs hair was parted so evenly that avery curt balanced the other, wid his suitof brown fituxd like dressing tow veal cutlet, But his feet, low ean 1 duseribe thom? ‘They were so dellcatu- ty small fu thelr morocco prisons, as they pesped go cunimngly out from. the hem of Wis—ahom, but 1 fear 2 am wasting thnes All too goon the moments flew, and 1 took my departure with deep regret, expressing an earnest destre that 1 might suon, very goon, inves him, whieh wish he blushingly seconded, AS, Ay next cll was upon 4 young wan whom Thad many Umes noticed on account of his Y. MC. A, and tomper- pious and nations demeanor ant his unt: | suit. fost hit untey ‘cuuse, ote. Ely duther was a bankrupt wilnister, aul pesged soles fora living. 1 found young, David surrounded by” the qiatrons aud walds of fourteen misstotis and temperance societies, who gazed wou ule 50 nthe severely [ morely left my New-Year’s compli- nents and went my way. nexteatled upon an elderly and sedate Dachelor, who weleomed tne spasimnodically, and offered me the coabscuitls tu sit in. Ie was. pinata furlously, rolling his eyes like auilflewheel, and mopping bts bald head ine ecssantly, 08 he heroleally and stammnerinaly entertained fifty-seven matdens and widows who were ouivying each other fn ama Dleness. I soon left such uncorpen- lal atmosphore, nd = took omy, wa to Prince street, whero resided ‘Jescph or Josia ns he was calle rey. lo was y brilliant, pretty, witty, and charmlng,— a very belle in suclety,—and was entertaining severnt ladies in ily sel f-possessel way. Here ulso L made a short ealland turned home- ward, my thoughts reverting a3 by magic to the drst call of the morning, As soon as possible Lrepeated my eal upon the churning Chartle, and our nequaiitance soon ripened Into tntinaey, He was so in- hoeent and contiding that C inwardly tupres ented she who could take advantage of and betray such a trusting nature, and tenderly T arenmed of the future, when my arins shoud shield lim from the eruel blasts of 0 ehitting world, and firmly resolved that the happiness of my Royal darling should: bo my first and only thought, And. as [saw tite sweettneats and oysters disappear hetiind tha ruby lps of my pet, the Hghtness of my heart more than balanced that of my purse, and had tt only been within my power humining-bird tongues should have been his daily diet. Oh tho. des Helons evenings swe spent together when L would hold his fHuy hands an hour or two, or sing to lim tender ballads such as “Mollie Darling.” which L would change to *Chollie Darling” to suit the occasion, while he would gaze at ine with dreamy Juy-tilled eyes and flushing cheeks. a\t Inst, after tivo months and a half of de- votlon, Sloot sweetineaty, and $t7.50 of oys- ters, came the dinportant day. By an are only known to lovers L had possessed inyselt of the sizeof hfs finger, and procured n.fit- Ung sienet for the proper moment, and, beng all prepared, with thrilling heart and tongue T poured out my sealding love in: words L had for thres days been “learning by heart. Vien L had done, tho dear sensitive pet burst into tears, 0, beloved Raven, T did not dream of thig, believe me, I suppised 1 had found at last adear ong who. could nn derstand my heart. Forgive mo, but Lso loved you ag a sister or an anntle that you xeuse ine, C know, when [tell you Pye been engaged several weeks to the Jovellest girl, with Just the goldenest ringlets, and— oh dear, don't faint, p aU Rayen, and Lt Inylte you to the wedding? 1 teft the room, 1 tett badly, L hadn't had such a shock sities auunruly sheep butted me into a mud-pud- die and fora day or two my-life scented 9 blank. J negleeted my busitiess and brooded over iny disappolutment, and une abange nh senteminded]y wandered inte prayer-mect- ing, [suppose my preoccupied alr led the good peopls to take an Interest in me, and finally'young David caine to me with tears in. hls eyes and asked if Lf wns under eonyletion, and £ thought Iwas, though F contin’t for the life of me tell of what. flo seemed so Interested In me, lls yolve was so vathetle, and his tears sq sparkling, that 1 askeil the pleasure of his company home that evening and he ieceptedl. As mity be pre- suined, this friendship ripened inte Intinuey, cand, as David was proof ngalist sweetments and such yanities, C contributed to several socluties and missions he was Interested in, took a clags In the Sunday-school, joined the cliss-meeting, ete, At last, when ‘I thought things had been carried far cnough, 1 pro- posed, at the samo thine offering bln the em- blematleal ring L had made farger for this oceasion. ‘Lhe conselentions scruples of this exemplary young man called for my deepest admiration He une hesitathigly udimitted me to be very dear to Nim, but the duty he owed to the. author of hls being prevented him. from ne- ecptlyg my ring without his consent, and he referral meto tld papa, promising to bon medlator between us, und we parted very lover-like. ‘The nextday, as 1 stood In the tugust orescnee of the dent boy's papa, L trembled In my shocs, A butternut-slaped nose wis sandwiched between two mouse colored eyes with a dash of blue about them, nn they all glared me over as LT stated my errand. ‘Then an lumense cavern opened beneath them and asked after my bank ace count, which L stated; when It opened again and asked severely,“ Miss, lo you think that modest suum would support Hy son ashe should be supported 2”) roplled thatthough my clrewmstances would pot permit of my BUD] rts wt husband In the style L would wish, yet L had observed that ils son’s tastes. were quite modest nnd domestic, and hoped my deep love for hin would help make up the duflclency of my:purse, when the mints- ter burst ont with Love! Miss, do you take my son for.a natural-born fool? My son has talents, miss, whieh are not to bo hidden Ina imuf-bushel or loeked Ina eabin. Ltntend a brilliant career for David, and his prospects aire not to be bilghted by an uns congental mnrringe. He must marry well to Dring out his talents, and as your bank. ac vount Is entirely too short for the purpose, tho subject is “dismissed. Good juomulng me'am!? And there it all ended, for Dav Ht refused to grant me an interview, and took no iors Interest whatever in. the welfare of my soul, He was, nearly threo days after this rebufl of faty before 1 could brave up enough to eall on the old bachelor, and how shy the dear man was, Heo blushed like a house on’ fire, nid stamimered Ike n sehoolboy when Aflest paid ny addresses to him, for I dare say he never knew before what love was, wis very anxious about him on one account, Illy nervous systam was all outof repalr, Ile would start ‘at nothing, and on word of endearment or — reassurance from mo would set his: legs trembling ay in Ste ¥ f sometimes Vitus? dance, and feared for his mind. He was so retired and shy of society, and when TC patd him the sltgit attentlons required of ua, such ns assisting him on with his gloves, fanning Nin, holding hls handkerehile!, umbrella, or dish of cream at a pitt ¢, or if Lrested my hand on the back of his chulr he would say, “G—oh—my dear Raven, do—don't now— ntensy be—he careful; some one mightbe— —be observing, 13 you know,” so shy was he of the world knowlng of our, growling fondness. At Inst Ilind anothor pleco put Into that ring and ono morning ventured to ask an hour's private interview for that afternoon whieh was promised, At the appatnted timo my fect fottowed my heart to his door, but, alas! they went no farther, for it was locked and bolted, and a policeman informed mie the, fodger hind tuken tha 11:15Strain for the Indian ‘Territory. Can you iinaginy the feelluzs of my heart? think not. J pitted tho poor fellow, snd worried over him many hours, and Inmented stucerely that the thonght of happiness belay so near hid shocked his nervous system Into anaberra- tlon of the minds but, tuking tt all nga dis. pensation of Providence, [became reconelleal sooner than £ expected from. boing thrown In the, comuany. of Justo Grey, Lo was so cheerful and witty sorrow coulitnot long bls in his presence, and L grew very fond of the hoy. He wns Cull of Ife, andthe energy ho displayed among boned turkeys, phi puddings, ete, was truly mayelous. "We exchanged billot-doux and love-knots and we: Were both ny. happy, cory bow with a bun for rab weeks, “Chunksgivy! ne wo were in- vited to a “social.” but owlng to auother engagement Teaull not accompany him, so sent tilin a note asking pernilysion to escort him home and hintag at an lmportant quey- tion that hud been turning somersaults ty my mind for several days. Larrived at the “socal” late and had the exquisit pleasure: of gazing an houron the brilliant features of iny darling before Taccompanted hin home, tow well L remember that walk, His hand gu truatiiusly rested on my arm. ‘Tho sta suited so. ovina, upon us, and the mao! Ueama duneed ligh ty an the tipof his nos Which was all L could geo of his face go, m1 fled up was hey and his air was wo supremely tender. What more auspicious - moment. vould thera be? So [ popped agin and way Immediately accopted with great dene onstrations of” Joy ou both sides. | slipped th ring on tly dngor whieh had to Lo made smaller this time (the ring, of course, Cmean), with alacerest heart-thank fitness, Justas Lopened the gute of his residence dost sald; Ahys you ain't folng to stop hero, are you?” LT thought bli dazed from excess of joy, and said; Why, Joste, lovie, this is Prince street, and thls your hate, don't you see, i angel??? "Not much aln'ty sweetle, 1 Hye on Grace street, near tho con! dep Don'tyouremember, pettle?? “O dear, gracious! You are not akt Joa (yay, that baldheaded widower with ten ohitiren, are you? Oimy! O dear!” ‘Then faurenberhiag myaelh [apolontzed and ns him to forget all that hnd transpired, that it was all amistuke, as D hind taken hint for ane other gentlenan, und the heathen replic Not much, old } * soft games on ing. You'ygbeen making love to ing for the lust three months, and [vo got your letters und your ring to prave It,” Lum very much inclined to think It is a Job put up by the Grays all the way through, pad am threatened with a breach-of-promles Wany ons of experlence tell me whieh would be the cheapest,—to stand this ault, or marry him and apply fora divorcee? Leould endure for awhilv hls being bald. headed, as hig ears are large enough for all bustuess purposes, 2 could wut up with Ws having a mother and ten children, for the triplets re just right for table use, and the rest, with the mother-in-law, could be tied th abag and dropped in the Crawtish River, could even put up with his hele profes: sional widower, as [have a reelpo for chang: ing tint profession, and so could take my weddlng-trip inte the Greon-HH! Cemetery, and cheerfully read the names of his four wives from one hendston: slab ot that, But what hurts yy conscler 80 deeply, and what Dinast dedpise, is being bulldozed this way into” beesing the fifth wife of nny, man. To Chat, Morty Years, Polly Phemins, 'T.A. Dalley, Silence Wordsworth, ‘Topsy Tinkle, Gawk, Bittersweet, and Maud Meredith 1 send greeting. RAvEN WA THE BLUES. + DIBAGRRES WITIE MALTs Th the Editor of The Chicago Tribune, DAvesront, Ia, Dee. 8.—In Inst week's Jlome, among tho other very entertaining contribuijons, I noticed one from tho pen of acontributor who xppears to be no nayieu In the art of newspaper writing, but who, In.my humble opinion, in hig superabundance of words somethnes gives expression to sentl- ments which he really docs not feel, Lrefer tothe writer who, on the whole, denit so whitusophically with the subject of “ Tlues.” It's very easy for any every-day common: sense person to agree with Lim when he pro- tests nininst thosa people who Ike to git || with thelr faces drawn out to melancholy length and tell how sin ts increasing and the -ereatness of character ad You don't phy auy, world m general is moving backward. ‘The only pli seems to ine, where they enn do any goal is inthe borteyard, and the suryly. Ing sthners promulgating thelr good qualities =i they have any—to the world, But the xentleman makes a number of other state- nents to whieh Ulale Issue, and which, wo will hope, his second thought will not still milotaln, Especially this* “© By sure younre rizhtand then go ahead? is. a. good motto, but the man who would he useful or prosperous fn this world should not devote the whole of lis life to tho tirst part of tho sentiment.” Yow, take it that our friend doesn’t ballevo that men should forget at any timeto be right before they ‘go nhead. Lhave a little bliae- eyed boys he will tinve to tight life's bateles if he Is spared, and all the gold of California would not have te teach first part of that motte. Dwant him to feet that all the wealth of the world will not pay him for dolng wrong, and to bo suc. vessful tn life he must’ oceastonatly do wrong then Iwitl say I would rather he would live and dio an honest, good man ht fn sod hotse on the plalns of thy West than be suecessfitl . But mind, T believe a man can live a snecesstul life and "be sure he Is leh? as faras his light shows him, every me. z f Mr, all says the only sure cure for hypo- chondria is a fat pocketbook, Nelther is this always true, Some of the happiest persons ave over knew had a pocketbook that looked like a superannuated book-mark; still their faces were longest crosswise, On the other hand, the other day fn our town wnt worth his thousands fr cash, bestdes lands, com: aultted suleldes while we all know hundreds of rleh (2) men whom the Joss of a dollar will almost drive Into a fitof melancholy. No, we all have the blues sometines, and for wy part Lam almost willing to have them often, fet to have the pleasure of gettlng over them again, with a soft hand smoothing back the halr from my brow and the cheering words whispered into my ear Eugene anakes another remark which he calls a digression. ° Here It 1s: * Are men only to be accounted prosperous who fll thelr coffers with gold? Are eren- tures only to bo rexarded successful who meet all thelr obligations promptly and en Joy all the amusements and Inxurles of life? ‘Are wisdom, benevolence, honest fame, and but secondary con- siderations in the existence of am successtttl ana » It seoms to me that the Intter part of this hardly agrees with his advice not to devote the whole of one's Iife to striving to be right but maybe Lam mistaken and misapprehend hin Wenn, hint to discard tl —— CHRISTMAS GIFTS, A LETTER FROM FERN LEAF. To the Tidttor of The Uhicaga Tritune, Orrawa. HL, Dee, &—The Lord of the -harvest is now sowing snow, ice, and frost, that we next summer may reap a bountiful crop; and we gather about warm fires shiv- erlngas the wind Indon with Ices hastens through the Jan, and enters. hoveis where prayars for tholr detention haye preceded thota; atlll they enter, unwelcome’ guests, and will not go at the bidding of the host, “God pity the poor” 1s more easily suid than acted on, and thoro must be, without great enre fs exercised, mitch suffering this colt winter, Already the Christmas mirth {s flooding the lund, andthe cholr above are tuning thelr harps. Somoaro singlng thelr first Christinns carol, and sad hearts below miss the pattor of little fect which were wont to rlso ere tho sun peeped through her icy sereon; but as the tears fall aud. the heart aches for what “ might have been, Iet the smile shine through tho tearsand make a raln- bow around the hearts and lives of thage about us, and, werving through its brilliant colors, peeve thot the ubsent ara not the only ones wloved, and thatltis nut uecessary to die to have It proven, Some who were accustomed to recotve from thoughtful mother’s Joving heart her always appropriate gift, Haten yaloly for her step and gift, for she ts Garulshiines with Bethiehom’s sheaves her haw habitation, while her heart glows Ike on ember trom God's altar, 13 shodwells on the joy Ineitable of soon welcoming Ileaven’s | furlonghed messengers to thelr “harvest home.” On tly Christinas day thare are white caps with snowy frills which will not nod us welcome, whild o soft, thin hand used ta draw us nearer, and stil nearer, tll ft rested in bleas- ing on our bowed head. ‘Tho golden beads ne Jad away, and the bowed form Js cram bling, while the splrit rejoices over tho victory: gained. Inthe “old arm chair” tn the sun- ny window a little stranger, bald-headed and touthiess, hotds sway, and cous ut—we know hot what—verliips of tle erent grandmother whose chalr she now clalns, [tis diflenit to understand thelr language, but thelr lttle yolees make happy nny an hour, and thelr amile who cun resist?—for they are such duinty white flowers, and as pure as a ane gel, jist stepped from Its hone, ‘There aru brows of buanty borne from our alghite which it is now a snd pleastro to think of, and the merry ring of the joyous voice wo hear only In-imagination, butso real it sven that’ we stop dnd busy cares; and listen nguln ond again Cor the famillar sown, Close the piano, and put away the sons slie used to sing. Letno one sing them more: it would sean like desecration. | lace the planta in her favorit sunny window, und eb Mier live thelr fo out, for Ike iviue voices they speak of hor when wt else is hushed, In another home sits 4 weary watehor laten- Ing for a step which returns not at the accus- thued hour, and when so many feot make nnisie on tha.walk, Ah! sho ‘forgets that only a mound remains on earth te the peo. ple, and In a loving Hfe and happy. memories toher, Yes, the benny at that Iffe fs plainer to-day than the nume thoy curved on inarble volumn so white and still In its stately awe, But ob, the stashine rolls In with wonderful bentty, when wo wander $n thought to that den” Vinglestde, whiel. wo shall reach when we float udown theatream of ‘Time, and reach the beautiful share where roses ever Llvgim, und Sabbath ty one constant snmuner day, Ag roses bud and blossom In dine, 60 the hearts of children open In joy at Christ. uns, and [tls their heyday of joyousness, and tous fs the God-given ifssion of adding to this plenalare, and gratifying our own hearts in mlnisteriug to them, “Man and woman are but children of greater growth, aud to thon, too, Wo caninake gind this space of tine, Gifts of kind words or ready sympathy cost nothing, and are ever at our command, while ulfls of gold and aliver would not always bo welcome, even were I tn our power to bee stow thom, tis frequently a delicute mut- ter to beatow 0 gift ia a proper niinner, ‘There are thnes when woe wish to tender a att, but do uot wish for a return, knowing Uhat elreumstances are such xs to preclude the return of & gift without great Incun- yenlouce to the party bestowing, and would thus destroy all pleasuto for the person re- culvinig it is alten a» pleasures to recelve gifts from our friends, but not always, If we are cognizant of the fact that the gift has cost feet self-dentat on the part of the donor, or ft lt was given from a sense of ne cessity, It has no value dn pleasure, and tho sight gives us pain; but a happy surprise {rows ony wo cherish gives great peace and {e%s, fur it Is prompted by the abundance of ave Inthe heart, ‘Phisis the happy, merry season of tle year, and we sinily to seo the {eyuus Ittte ones soribble Important notes to Sante Chins, demanding from hint whatever they tnost desire, and i happy Lunacence ex- poeting hin to obey, Last week Faw a note written to his honor, but as i was W uuiss of uulutelilgent Meroglypiiics to ine, Easke UsUo Geidea Male to interuret for me. and Jearned that It was a demand on Santa for a wax doll as jarge as this writer, and all dressed and roady to zo to steep with closed eyes when ovension demantiit. What n Joy to minister, to” tho plens- ure of thesd [Irtle ones, for tholr hearts arc always ready to aecept with Joymt thanks- elving what inoy bo offered, and thelr appre: elation breats out In sereams of inorrhinent which will plerce n heart of iron, locked se, cure and the padlock rusting tn selfishness, and compel the possessor to brenk the lock tnd open te the inppy sprite In spite of astetl years nnd yos never to love nmin. One of ie desires'of my youth was to have goine one In the family the owner of a confece tlonery shop that Limight bo a constant, and welcome guest. Ltink now L shout love, particularly at this season, to own a iargetoy establishinent where L might sive to wvery Mite one, rich ond poor, the gitt they would select for Christinas, (think the reward would recompense one it heholding such un- nitoyetl pleasure as springs to the face of a happy elild, and then the foyful exclamna: tion: “OF Lam ao happy; isn't that tovely ? ectal presents are tinder many elreim- stanees best, IT suppose, but sometines to them ean be added w tritting gift that will cause much more pleasure than those of utility, for ttle hearts do not always wel- come them ng acceptably, ‘Therefore when possible add soimet ng that will please as well ng prove useful, In ghildhoad Thad a irm friend who was. trainod to walk stralphitly in tho path of duty by a prim grandmother, who had fivet! pist her lays of useftuness, and had outgrown her childhood so far that she ceased to remember that sho ever liad one and fonged for Christus werrhnent, plum padding, dolls, candles, akutes, ete, ke other peo ‘var be It from ine to censure the «ngeil,:for they are the sun of our existenve, and we aro never ready to part with our old friends, but you and L have scen these exceptions where ‘the persons never seen to have any youth, or 1f so they have forgotten It, blotted it ont, ns the recording angel will their misdemeanors, Intis hope. Sometines this aged mada would on Christmas orang give her youth- ful charge o largo plaid gingham apron, with the injunction to wear It about her work and er, dress, “and mind you,? cane in the raspihy tones, “don’t get so closa to the stove ns to burn It first thing”? On anothor oecision slie went so fir ons to ox- pend 75 cents on a fenthor duster, and presented it with the command to remember * tint this is for tse, and not an ornament.” Still another brought a wide embroldered collar, and the Instruction that it was to bo. worn on Sunday only. I fear the remark was unheard, for £ haya often seen Ht stipped from a box aud worn on what wo used to call * composition day,” which accurred ones In two weeks, and Is atill tho oure of sehooluirls, Some eall childhood the heyday of Iife—tg some It may be,—but not to that poor girl, and many another, Lt depends Eyeaely on parents and friends whether ibis bright with sunny gindness ar dark, aud sadly” referred to- ag havlug no spark of brightness, UH another world was entered, elther the busy world at reality or the land of the bh wid adel to the Deatiiitdes that Blessed 1s he who adds to the pleasure of chiluliond, for great wilt, be his reward. In making your gifts this season do not forzet the poor and those who ean make no return, sive In remembering pratetully Tt is often’ the greater Joy to give when you never expect a return, ‘This ts what the Bible means by the blessing belns renter In giving than recelying, And now Wil you all recelve my Christmas gift? It Is-that the Good Shepherd may temper the wind to your needs, and that peace and joy may enter your hearts, and happiness relgn where Ho sees hest, nnd the rod of correc- Uon rest on submissive brows, Fenn Lear. TRASHY NOVELS, CANLS ENPERIENCE. To the Editor of The Chicago Tribune, Cranton, f1., Dee. &—The Home, with its varied ‘idens so pleasingly ‘expressed on equally varled toples, finds a welcome at many Sabbath firesides, and must needs make o beneficial {mpression upon the minds of its numerous readers, . The thought has occurred: many times white oxamining Its offerings, that its Con- Autetor must be greatly axed in the selection of Its columns, and that much of proffered assistance in {ing Its columns finds an un timely resting-plnce ffi a most prodighous waste:busket, One also notes that its con- tributors In most “cases are confined to .the State in which {tls publlyhed, and hence It is with grave apprehensions that a Jack of merit and a restdence in an unfortunate geographieal foention may preclude the en- tranco of iny offerlug within fts domain, that LE now abproach with all due respect its glosed door and await {ts acceptance or re- jectlon. if ‘M, 33, while desirous of information, just y ndinits there will be some to regret the re- aultation of cooking matters, which for a tine have been neglected. Since she ex- pects thls regret, frankness In one's saying hat one would rather see other toples con- sidered cannot be tnpardonnble, Brighton must live ina community where there are plenty of “fish atlll In| tho ser,” and mist itlso possess a wondorftl assurance iu his abllity to “cnst the fly.” If there ex- ists any eleinent which can choose for him a conpanton in Ife itimust have location with- In his own conscience, No cold philosophy can dictate to hint a successful way ont of his diicma, But since he asks tho Indies only for advice, no doubt It devolves upon the other sex to renmln’ silent. We trust, however, that he will some day glyo us his deeision in the matter, eae "Tho views and suggestions of Kittle and Cato are welcome, ndditions to the progress alrendy made by ‘The Home Jn the mnattor of novel reading. None of Tho Home friends, 1 trustyare narrowed to an extent that works of fletion, ag a whole, become ‘objectionable, Suroly nowhere do we find the delineations oCcharacter moro faithfully drawn nor the practical teachings of life more clearly «e- picted. It ly not, the zeal to secure nor the nate toadmire standard fiction of this or othor days, but tho seeret desiro of n de- praved or ignorant mind to delyo in the in- initly a@ross region of jllme novels and Inselvions publitations thatenils for the at- tention of and amelioration by more ennobled niinds. ‘This isthe desire which antuates the ten-year-olds of to-day t6 ask of our. book- pullers a “story for ten conta with a murder in - An experience stuiilar to the one narrated by Kittls comes vividly to mind, When at tye suitable to the ‘absorption of . such “trash?? “my assoclates were boys whoso dully bread was procured by thelr own exer- tons, The spare thine allotted for play, dur- Ing the day was stunmarity disposed of, our greatest concern being to find amusoment for our evenings, Qno of our number was a subserlber eg vents weekly, and we be- cause futerested In the story of “Sack Harka- way.’ Choosing the one better able to read, we gathered round him at tho burn during the summer twilleht and at the kitchen tira pluco darling the long winter evenings and there drank In with eager interest the every word and net of our Hustrious lero, Later: on wo organized oursdlves Into 2 band corresponding to the story wo were reading, and were nawn to each other by titles taken from the characters of the sand, Hlow wlarmingly the fatality of such a course NOW seins as a retrospective view discloses tho path our simple minds wore traveling, Alb taste for honorable pursults was destroyed, application was Impossible, and ff astrang home eloment had not ns- sertud Heelf In my belialfthe result would haye been the wreck and abandonment of brlghe hopes and Jofty ambitions once enter-- aned. * ‘Tho neglect of parents to investignte rend- ing matter thelr children hequire ty disas- trous to nny uttempt of putting down tho “trashy " stuff, Tf home influence and watchful parents cannot strangle this monster, surely legisla- tlon will not, OAKL. a A VILLAGE CHAPEL, For The Chicago Tribune, What fait that sniininora above on tho bill, Woon tho twinkling stare the bluo heavens AU? is a woodland chapol, sercue und gray, Tnvitiog the pligcim to prayer alway, “What 46 (b that sounds through tho obapel at nigh Appentlna 40 sadly from Wrong to Rimht? ‘Tid tho ewoll of thy walling cholr, ag Bott A roquivin wafting our souls alot What is it that clanga fram tho hit aboyo, Sa dueply sonant=so full af love? : "Pla tha dhurga-yard ball that at early morn Commands tho piizrius to pruy and mourn. 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