Chicago Daily Tribune Newspaper, December 12, 1880, Page 20

THE CHICAGO TRIBUNE: SUNDAY, DECEMBER 12, 1880—TWENTY PAGES. MUSIC. The: Boston Ideal Opera Com- pany’s Season in Chi- cago. Famous Array of American Singers and a Popular Rep- ertory. : The Second Week of the En- glish Opera Season. ““Mefistofele” Booked for Two More Performances. The Performance of the “Tower of Babel” by the Apollo Club. Current Events in the Musical World at Home and Abroad. Chicago is a busy operatic centre. In ad- dition to the troupe at Haverly’s, another, the Boston Ideal company, commences its season at the Grand Opera-House to-morrow evening. tis well named the “ Ideal” com- pany, for it embraces in its ranks the very pream of our American singers, many of e#hom have been popularly familiar for years ppon the concert «stage, and sume of whom may also be considered as professionals on the operatic stage. For the sake, therefore, not only of the very popular works which they will present this week, but also for the ld associations which have endeared so many of them to the public, there is little goubt that the Grand Opera-House will be growded to overflowing, and that the old fa- sorits will be grceted with acordial welcome. The array of singers is a tempting one. It Ancludes Marie Stone, who has already:made many successes here in light opera, and is a great favorit; Sdelaide Philipps, one of the best and truest artists this country has produced, aud who has for years been identified with English, Italian, and German opera, as well as With the concert stage; Miss Geraldine Ulmar, a Jittle Iady with a remarkgbly sweet voice, who was heard here last season; and the Misses Emma Tuttle, May Calef, Lizzie Bur- don, Zephie Densmore, Ella Hatch. and H. A. Brown, whose names are unknewn to Us; Tom Karl, who will need no ‘troduction here; Fessenden, a concert snor_ hitherto, who has freguently been flere; Frothing- ham, who is also known kere; .Barnabee, the inimitable buffo singef, whose name is as familiar as a howehold word; Myron Whit- ney, the best batssinger in America, and, we might almost Ay, the only one who has made a European # well as American reputation, + and whose ngue alone would secure the suc- cess of any “ganization with which he was connected and Messrs. Tuttle, Kammerlee, and Montgmery, who are new-comers. With such an afay as this it does not require the gift of ppphecy to foretell what results the week’s &ason will produce. The repertory ef the yeek will include, for Monday, ‘ Bells of Omeville’; Tuesday, “Fatinitza”; Weartsday matinée, “‘Bohemian Girl’; Wegesday evening, “Tie Sorcerer”; Thysday, “Fatinitza”; Friday, “Bohemian Gir”; Saturday matinée, “Belis of Corne- xie”; and Saturday evening, “H. M.S afore,” with au immense cast. The cast fi the “ Bells of Corneville” will be as fol- bows: -s+-.+-Bliss Marie Stone "JT Miiss Adelaide Philipps THE ENGLISH OPERA, ‘The-irst week of the English opera season bas come toaclose. Ithas given us one of. the strongest English opera companies that haveever visited us, and the following operas: “Cormen,” “Aida,” “Faust? which was gubstituted for “Trovatore” owing to the Sudisposinen of Mme. Torriani;who is sick with pneumonia in Philadelphia, “Fra Diavolo,” Boito’s new opera of “ Mefisto- feles,” and “The Bohemian Girl.” The sepresentations, with the exception of *¥aust,”. while they could hardly be walled successes of enthusiasm, have been ery smooth and even in excellence, gud, therefore, were in no way offensive. The worst fault throughout the week has Deen the lustiness of the orchestra. The ehborus, though a good one, is light, and as, ‘with the exception ot Peakes and Canly, the solo voices are not above average strength, the ensemble of the performances has been piarted. This was specially observable in * Metistofele,” where the imposing choral ‘work of the prolog and epilog was completely govered up. One feature of interest, however, jhas been developed, and that is that even the beavy operas that belong to the grand stage ean be given in English without detriment, which is a point gained. This week the Severtory includes: Monday, “Mefistofele” ; Faesuay, “Bohemian Girl??;) Wednesday, Trovatore”; Thursday, “Aida”; Friday, “Mefistofele?; Saturday afternoon, “'Tro- Were”; Saturday evening, “ Carmen.” THE “TOWER OF BABEL.” A noticeable feature of the week which hus just closed was the performance of Ru- Diustein’s “Tower of Babel” Whatever <ritical sviritone might feel in at its close, it is but just to credit the Club with praise for giving the public an opportunity to hear 8 lurge work of Rubinstein’s, and one which hag madeso much stir in the world. The berfonuance, however, was not altogether 2, Tect. It has been given several times, among other places at Iowa City, Burlington, 1a., and Gaiesburg. 1). The Detroit papers are unanimous in their commendation of Mr. 11. L, Cleveland, the tenor of the Litla concert compan: Mile, Litta has placed her sister, Miss Mr. S. G. Pratt, for piano, harmony, theory lessons. ane Mr. U1. F. Fuller, a young musician of this city, has just finished a ‘Funeral Hymn,” to the words “Unveil Thy Bosom, Faithful ‘Yomb,” and dedicated to the memory of his brother. F th Mr. William F. Bruce, formerly one of the baritones of the Apollo Club in this city, re- cently appeared as a solo singer, with much success, in a concert given by the Apollo Club of Utica, N. Y. i Miss May W. Lester has been winning lau- rels for herself in indiana. Upon the occa- sion of the opening of au organ in Laporte by Mr. Eddy, Miss arket effect, oBtaining for herself the enthusiastic plandits of the audience and high compli- nents from the press. ‘The first concert of the Beethoven Society for this season will take place next Tuesday evening at Central Music-Hall. Mendels- sobn’s “Elijah” will be presented, with Mr. George Henschel in hig great part. Patrons and associate members can secure their seats to-morrow, Monday, and Tuesday at Lyon & Mealy’s without extra charge. An entertaining lecture on Bach was given on Saturday last by Mr. J. Hattstaedt, of the Chicago Musical College, to the pupils of that institution. A program of Bachi’s selec- tions was given after the lecture, the princi- pal numbers of which were the sonata in A’ inajor and air on G string for violin by Mr. Heimendah!, and two arias, -sung by Miss -Ettie Butler. The Rivé-King Concert Company, includ- ing Signora Laura Bellini, soprano; Emma E. Mabel@ (Miss Emma Baker, of this city), worge HL Broderick, basso; Herr Keiuhard Richter, violinist; Ferdinand Dulecken, -accompanist and director, and Mme. Rivé-King, pianist. will give two cor- certs in this city at the Central Music-Hall, on Christmas afternoon and evening. The program tor the concert at Brand’s Hail this afternoon_includes the following numbers: “ With Joy March,” by Faust; “ Village Swallow’s Waltz,” dy Strau sec~ ond finale to Wallace’s “ Maritana ”; ‘Hip, Hip, Uurrah ” potrourri, Oy Schubert; con- certo for violin, by Bruch, to be played by Mr. Kaiss “Mediation,” by Gounod; overture, by Conradi; “Anvil Polka,” by Strauss;'and ‘Hora Galop,” by Keler Bela. The program for the Turner Hall concert this atte nooy Will include the following numbers: “4usileer March,” by Piefke; overture to,*;The Masked Ball,” by Auber; “ Oceana Kenz Waltz,” by Chamble; uri 0 “Mine. Angot’s Dau, "Athata Overture,” by Mende “Eveaing Prayer,” by Kadsch; Rhapsody,” by Liszt; Koelling’s ‘“ Gypsy Lite”; ** Innig und Sinnig Gavotte,” by Fwust; and “Tching Bun Galop,” by Retsch. Mr, pot ter’; MUSICAL NOTES. Miss Kate Thayer has become Mrs, Will E. Chapmau, but will continue her professional career, The “ Pied r of Hamelin” has been set to music by sler, and has made.a suc- cess as an opera in Germany. Gilbert and Sullivan are coming back to this country next August to superintend the production of their long-promised new opera, : The Emtha Abbott company has completed its study of * The Lover’s Pilgrimage,” and will probably produce it for the first time during its Boston season in January. The English papers revive the rumor that Miss Clara Louise Kellogg and Carl Rosa will be partners in an English opera compa- ny in the United States next season. Paiti’s novelty at Covent Garden next ser- son is to be the part of Elsa in“ Lohengrin.” What Mine, Albani will say to this meditated trespass on her domain remains to be seen. The New Orleans opera-going public is get- ting enthusiastic over the bullet of M. de Beauplan’s company. Old-time prives have been adopted the organization. and ad- mission to the “pit” is tixed at 50 cents, Mile. Valleria, one of Manager Mapleson’s best popes, has appeared as Marguerita in ali three of the versions of “Faust,” by Gounod, Bdito, and Berlioz, during the present New York season, and has made a signal success in each and all of her imper- souations. The company which went on the road with the good intention of producing Dudiey Back’s comic opera, “ Deseret,” in all the Jarge and small cit towns, Villages, and hamlets of this Union has been disbanded in Cincinnati, and both manager and members of the troupe have returned to New York. Ame. Giovanni Zacchi, a new dramatic Tima donna, has met with decided favor in don. Her performance in ‘Luerezia Borgia” is kindly spoken of, on the whule, and it seems likely that she will restore to the stage Several operas which have not been heard in the English metropolis since the death of Mile. Titiens, Supne’s latest operetta, “‘ Donna Juanita,” has not beeu a success in Berlin, whose musi- cal public declines to accept the judgment of the composer’s admirers in Vienna, On the other hand, the comie opera of “Don Pablo,”” text and music by Theodore Rehbauin, was well received at its first production in Dres- den a few weeks ago. Johann Strauss’ operetta, “‘ The Queen’s Lace Handkerchief,” in which the principal characters are Cervntes and the originals of Don Quixote and Sancho Panza while the scene is laid in Portugal to avoid wounding: the feclings of the Spaniards, whose present Queen is a daughter of Austria, was a suc- cess in Vienna, as all of Strauss’ composi- tions are. The following telegram was received on Friday Jast from Marshall, Tex.: “The ‘Tagliapictra Italian opera troupe are’ hung up ona legal hook here to-day by a warrant sworn out against the proprictors before Justic¢ Case, by the head of the Sherman House, on a charge of swindling, The case has been on trial all day, @ud is still unde- termined.” It is complained by some of Manager Mapleson’s New York patrons that sevens teen of twenty-six performances have been repetitions of “Lucia,” “La Favorita,” “Linda,” * Rigoletto,” “La Sonnambula,” and “La Traviata.”. As the costumes for “Lohengrin” are still at the Custom-House, its production will probably not take place before the spring season. Italian journals of Trieste give flattering arcounts of the success of our young coun- trywoman, Emma Nevada (Miss Nixon, of Austin, Nev.), who hes recently been singing Balistactory one. There were evidences, which need not be meutioned, that more re- hearsals would have given usa better per- Tonnance. The accompaniments of organ 8nd orchestra were too powerful, and blurred le choral work. The Club is not large eucugh to produce such a work with perfect Sucvess, as the numerous subdivisions of the therus reduce the parts very materially. T properly give the “Tower of Babel” would Fequire at least 300 singers. “if with further Febegrsals and an accessiun to their nuinbers Se Club could repeat this work in the fut- uce, it would be very acceptable. At the same fame, as we have aiready intimated, it is but eet to be grateful to the Club for producing atall, and for manifesting, what was ap- Barent, a praiseworthy effort to give itin magdyle E CHAMBER CONCERT. ‘The next of the Lewis-Eichheim series of shamber concerts will be given at Hershey Rigi. next Thursday afternoon, with the foi- weg program : 2% quartet, op. ‘Schumann 2 Quintet (Menuettoy.....- Boccherini & Song, “Silent for Years .-Campana, Miss Mae Laws-St. John. & Quintet, op. 07.. eoseeseercee Balt PERSONAL. Mr. S. G, Pratt has received the followin; Pleasant personal greeting’ from the Music: Club of Cincinnati: . Dec. 3.—Silas G, Pratt, Exy.— v De Ri I have been instructed bya reso- Jution of the Board of Directorsof the Musical Ciub to tender you the thanks of the Club for the delightful ‘and jostructive intertainment ven by you in {ts rooms on Sunday, Nov. 14. hould any occasion bring you to Cincinnati axuin, {t would be glad to welcome you; and believe me that } represent the feclings of the members of the Club when I say that, individ- ually aud as 2 body, we would bail with pleasure any future success that you might meet with. I am very sincerely yours, Ciara an JOHNSON, Secretary. . Aish LOCAL MISCELLANY. r. Liesegang is arranging for a 3} hon: Concert to be given Jan. tt slag eed Mr. HS. Perkins will conduct the Wis- cousin State Musical Convention and Festival at Green Day, Jan. 11—14, a The Slain of ven Apollo Club that the sons’? were given by them last week for the first time in ‘the West is cor- in that city. She has been studying two years and a half with Marchesi, and sane once in London before appering at Trieste. Our Consul there, Mr. A. W. Thayer the biographer of Beethoven, says ina private letter: ° * Her voice is not very strong but it Re penetrating ead very beautiful. As to ex- lion, she is the greatest si yeu Tees oer ‘singer of her years A remarkable outburst against Richard st3ner occurred recently in Paris at a pop- ulir concert, when a purt of the audience called for a repetition of the introduction to “Lohengrin.” Amid the hooting such epi- iets as * Prussian,” *canaille.” and “spy” were heard, and a young aman who stood upon his chair shouted, ‘“No encore for the man who insulted France.” Mf. Rochefort in his paper defended Wagner as a man who had no fatherland and whu must be judged as & composer and dramatist. , the New York Ifusicub Review says: “ We are informed that the ‘Donaidi-ltumnel gombination has been broken up, and that Mr. Franz Rummel has determined to give in February six piano recitals, one of which will be devoted to the compositions of resi- dent musicians. This is a piece of enter- prise which will receive due recognition from all who are desirous tor the development of our native musical talent. In his recitals, Mr. Rummel will not be hainpered by any mediocre Sarromualits ptt alt have full op- unity for isplay o: s y: weed talents.” 4 He. Bigllyces The New York Musteal Review says? «Rumoe says that Signor Italo Cami panin is treating with Mr. Willian. H. Vanderbilt about the lease of the new opera-house up- town, and, as others want to have it, a part- nership is to be formed between the’ parties, We hardly believe this report trie, although we should not wonder if Campanini were foolish enough to long for the position of manager. Mapleson, in pushing Ravelli, streats him rather badly, and tries to belitte him, it is true, without success. Campanini himself feels that his voice will not hold out many more years, and an impresa would be a welcome gift.” NEW MUEIC. Chicago: R. H. Meredith, 166 Clark strect: 4 Sepang Newport Waitz,” by Carrie Green- ure. Chicago: 8, Brainard’s Son: “The Silent Enuna Von Elsner, under the instruction of + ester sang With marked | } letters and Land,” by Gaul, from the “Selected Chorus series; potpourri from “The Pirates of Pen- Burt Shephard: “Sern Bernhardt Edward Hot “Somebody's Coming 11," medley schottische, by G Cherry Biossom Sweet,” song and dance, by Charles 2. Bray; * Minuit Polka,” by Waldteuffel; * Chantilly Waltz.” by Waldtoutfel; * Brown Eyes Close to tho Win- dow,” song, by Rosabel; * Legends of the Rhine Waltzes,” by Ed S. Ruff; “Sweet Susie Gray, song and chorus, by J. SM. Hubbard; “ Bonnie Eyes of Biue," song, by R. R. Trench. Boston: Oliver Ditson & Co. Chicago: Lyon & Healy: “The Song for Me,” by Michael Wat- ming,” song, by George L,, Osgood: That Old Cabin Home upon the Alll,” song, by Frank Dumont; * The Bend of the River, song, by Jacques Blumenthal; “The Worid of Dreams,” ‘from “Princess Toto,” by Frederic Clay; ** White Rose” and * Pond Lily,” recrea- tions for piuno, by Charles W. Clay; “God Save the Queen” and variations, for cornet and iano, by Levy; ‘Les Sirenes,” fer piano, by Emile Nalttentels Through Valley, Tacuge Forest,” galop scherzando, by W. F. re Toi,” Hor lang: by Emile Waldteuffel; “Les Songes dorées Valse," by Francois Behr. Mr. Edward Holst, of this city, has arranged the principal airs of Mr. Gill's “Rival Canti- neers" ia bot pourrs form. It ig published by the Chicago Music Company. A GRASS-WIDOW. She Tells Her Own Story. From the Californian. . Dear Li: I havo just read yobr letter. I Jarf, Ido. Ilarf good. grwhat a girl you are! Bound for glory through the medium of ayellow cover, are you? Well, sail in; I shall over overtake you, because I am not traveling in that direction. Do you know, Liz(you"invited my confidence), that I am the biggest fool outside of Bedlam? At motloy fool, as Shekspeare says; a durned, complicated fool, as Sut Lovengood expresses it; a pliebald, pinto, Dolly Varden, and measly foul. Put all these adjectives in, andeven then you will hardly get tho true inwardness of my idiocy. - And what do you think Fve been, and gone,and done? Buti won’t teil you just yet. Lwantto give you some idea of my physical state, hoping it may palliate the absurdity of tho rest of me. You know the physical is the foun- dation of the mental and moral, and if it gets into a shilly-shally, slip-s hod, weak-kneed condi- tion, the whole superstructure begins to wiggle andiean. 1know [am not well. It don’t agree with mo to be shut up within four brick walls, where the sun never shines, and 1 have turoed pale, and my bands and feet aro always cold. ‘Ynerefore, I have los® my attitude of proud (2) independence, and find myself ina leaning post- ure, — —— You can fill in the space with tho simile of the vine yoursel 80,—I wonder if I bad batter con ess. my. weak ness, or squuch up this piece of paper and throw it in the waste-basket. No, Iii tell you, if it burats my corset-lace. I might os well come to the point at once. I have fallen in love. ‘The cat is out of the bag st last, and a wretched looking specimen it 28, Now, if my “sweetness” would only make love to me after the fashion of the average male creature, I should be cured of my infatuation in aweek. But bere is a sort of double, back- action, ten-donkey power Rochester, and hecan’t treat me mean enough to do his feelings justice. And tho resultis, I tind myseif thinking about him night and day. What perverse animals we women ure! A certain amount of kicking seems indispensable to our happiness. ‘What makes me madder than anything elso is the tact that this individual bus literally noth- ing to recommend him to interest but the fact that he has fenced himself in against me. Victor Hugo defines man as the animal that laughs; band my name down to posterity for detintng women as tho divinity that climbs. Clinbing—that is it. Iam climbing overy mo- ment of ny life, either in imugination or roali- ty; climbing the tenco Mr. Taft has built about himself. Iam like a mouse that prospects with untiring zeal the vuloerabie spot in the trap for the morsel of cheese that secms so tempting. But, mind you, the mouse acts on-her best judz- ment, while T bave leerned, from a previous ex- perience, that aftor the first bewitching bait there is nothing but starvation. For I tell you, Liz, that love don’t last after marriage. And, great heavens, who would want it to? It is the most tormenting of all infernal condi- tions that ever was hatched. It binds you neck and crop to one idea; you cannot get away. You are staked out with ‘a sbort halter, and all you can do is to wind yourself up into tortured, complicated knots and snaris in never-ending variety. There are but two happy moments in the whole experience. The first is when you cut joose from your senses and dropin, There is adare-devil recklesness in thisspecies of aban- donment that challenges ali Heaven for competi- tion. Then follows the double-distilied quintes- gence of Purgatory (lubel it with a word of four ass on) into which you are sub- merged; and presently this _tiood ‘Hows off, and you crawl forth to the light of day weak, holp- less, feeling like a drowned rat, but lappy; mind that, Liz, happy at last just to be out of torment. AND AS LIKE AS NOT YOU'LL TAKE THE DIVE AGAIN IN LESS THAN A YEAR. Itell you, my girl, [stand dumbtounded be- fore this last sentence; I give myself up for a hopeless case. And it isn't me alone; it is you, it is every living sou! all gone to the “demni- tion bow-wows" in one linc of small caps. All hopelesly insane, and no keepers to tako caro of us. And this lover of mine; lover, indeed—ha! hal {fyou could hear that laugh ‘it would curdic your blood, it ts so bitter and wicked. Well, thou,—Mr. Taft,—ho’s x homely little villain, and as forsense, he don't begin to be my cqual. (Mem.—A man don’t need sense if he will carry around n little private bulldog in his disposition with which to bark at the women out of his eyes.) Ihave never heard Mr. Taft make but one attempt at a lauch, aud-that was when be had said something particularly cutting to mei and oh, what a laugh! 1t went off like a bunch of damp fire-crackers. There may be other laughs where that came from, but surely it was tho pioncer of its tribe, and broke its brambly Way. a8 an advance guard. He bas no wit, and no appreciation of it in others, and you kuow, mudam, thatis my strong suit. But Mr. Taft— O, heavens! he’s as dry as Mark Twain's Inst joke, and as depressing in his influence as the funny column in the newspapers. Heisn lawyer. T said he was homely, but that cannot be. There is dignity and character in his fave, and reticence, and modest self-respect. Worth makes weight; and it seems asif he had absorbed some special privileges in specitic gravity, and could hold down the beam against any otherman. In Sphearands he fg short and stocky,—not fat, but full; and ashe wears his clothes tight, and very fine and fashionable, he isa regular little brick. He stands square on his dew-claws, and bas the finest walk of any man in che city. He clips it of down street like a small scern-wheel steamer. He “ squab- bles" all my admiration of handsome men by being 0 much handsomer than the hand- somest of them witbout any beauty at all. He is on the shady side of 40, I think; but you know I was not a spring chicken myself, until I got released from my hated marriage and went back on my age. But there is some- Using about Mr. Taft—a cool alabaster polish— that seems widely removed from the-heat of youth. Let mesce whut itis. Heseems auto- matic, as if the Lord had not made him; as if he had accreted his existence from some other source, to show the Lord what could be done without His assistance. a 1 was in his library one day, and then 1 could understand him better. There was all the dry, rubbishy books on law that ever were written. Volumes and volumes; Chitty and Blackstone, and Wawkcen Miller, and all the rest. And there were snfcs, and holes innumerable tull of Paper bundles, and these were cases he had had, Isuppose. Now, my little man isa digest of all these books. He hus fed on them; they are incorporated in every atom of his body. “He is a map made out of the raw material of books, and informed, and vivified, and set in motion by their coutents. The ten pounds or 80 of origin#1 man-material which he brought into the world has served as stock on which to graft a cutting of law; and tho cutting bas absorbed the original until there is nothing but Inw in the whole con- cern. (Mem.—Can he love a woman, I wonder? Is it i the soul of the law to implant such a pas- sion?) Yes, Mr. Taft ia a book-worm. "Way back in the home nest, I remember, we.brats tound a book-worm one day, and dissected it under a microscope; and it was full of “cbhawred-up paper,” as we told mother afterward, who was in the habit of spanking us when our scientitic in- vestigations took a cruel turn. it was an unfortunate thought, this of the book-worm, coming to me in his Wbrary as it did, for I was instantly filled with the idea that ‘he, too, was filled with chewed-up paper. In- deed, it seems fikely, and if so 1 am sure the Pleces were cnewed up by rule and red lined on the edges; also, that they are packed in accord- ing to the most perfect method, all the space being fully occupied. His appearance bears mo outin this. His form is eo plump, and his skin so creamy fair. He is just as compact as he can be; and his actions, though rapid, prompt, and graceful, seem to be by rote. He hasaset reper- Wire of movements, and when he gets through them he is wound up and goes through them. aguig. I cannot tell you what intense curiosity I have about him. “His simplest acts are tai of interestfor me. If I hear bis nume but men- toned, I can feel my cars prick up and set for- Ward instantly. No matter how dead I may be- in exeee other direction, I am all alive Taft- MuRDERATION, Liz! Think-of a woman of my bitter experience coiling up all her logic against marriage and going over to the demented ma- per wonder if Iam fool enough to marry ere is another question of graver im- Port, poking {ts head bigh above this one, and Boxgling at me with the round, unmeanin; of Biinerva’s bird; and that question is, w he ts fool enough to marry me? There is a sign on the hall-door of his rooms, high up, “C.L. Tarr.” And you don’t know what fascination the name bas for me. All the letters are square-built and stocky, like the man himself; and they are plump, as if stuffed with cut paper. ‘here is another sign farther down the hall, with the letters carved boaily out of the solid board; and a-window in tie back- Ground, the light of which shines through the @pen spaces, I have my owo opinion of the e3 And | son represented by this name. I do not Enow reo. but Tam sure heis too spinicual to succvedin this‘ wooden world, and ha’ better be transpunted to his heaventy bone. Tshiver as I look af the intangible representation, and turn to my eanifortwole, earthly letters, so suggestive of life md warmth, Now, imagine me secretly loukiug up at this door, like Hone gazing upon the overhanging Cross in the chromo we seo or maybe it is Fuith, or Patience, or Charity, or some other female representative of some spectat virtue. 1 have no memory for anything now.-I am daft outside of Tart. Well, 1 gaze’on these magical letters. ' Mey are ull Greek to me except the Inst word. i wonder what the Cstands for. I run through the whole, range of numcs,—Charles, Clarence, Clement. Conrad, Carl, Claude, and all the rest, down to Caled. Y always stick on Caleb, with a wretebeq conviction, I hate the name,—it ts simply awful; and I feel it is part of the infa- mous luck tracking me through life that this “man’s name should be Caleb. If ever you have a doubt of anything, Liz, no matter how wide a range it may take, from despair upward. op sure and hiteh on to the lowest round; then, If you find yourself mistaken, it will bo because there were invisiple rounds below the range of your utmost dread, and uil-you wilt have to do ‘Will be to unbitch and descend. So I teel sure, if this man’s name ls not Caleb, it is something worse. Then I go to the L, but I can make nothing of it. It isas Inserutableas-the Sphinx. it has not even the semblance of a countenance to give it expression. Just two little sticks and asmull triaugie. Are these symbols, and have they some cabalistie meaning? Come to think atout it, this is the frat time I have written youtinceI came here tolive. I am copyistin the aifice of Lebang & Morgan; and Mr. Taft's toomsare just across the ball from ours. Both my employers are kind to me, and Mr. Morgan would be, In love with ime if [ would let him. But who wants what they can bave. Give me ths pleasures of the chasc,— give me something to overcome. Iwantto break down barriers. I want to climb iuto somebody's pen (1 just *clim” out of one, but don’t men- don it). Iam liken breachy ox,—it makes no diiference which sideof the fence I amon, I must jump it. ‘ Lawyers are axew revelation tome. From the uxtur@of their profession, they are sccre- live. They quesiion, and eross-question, and huut for motives, and trust no one. At jeast, this is true of Mr. Taft, Hecean no more com- prehend my frantness than he can fly. [ama perfect enigma to him. He coutinually probes the undertow of my character for what does not exist. He smells dead men’s bones, and means to drag them to the lightof day. Our conversations are inade up of questions on his part, and answers, dodues, evasions, und all sorts of whimsical lies cn mine. He is unconscious that tho stronges point in his social life isan interrogation point. i The knowledge he has of men and women has been gathered from law-suits. He fights shy of the “softer” sex, and only knows them in the witness-box. He keeps a kind of sceret, detect- ive watch ovor me, and does not suspect that I know every move in his game better than be does, Little he dreams that the concealmentsof the wise are open prociamations to the foolish. if [look at the clock, and afterward put on my hat, he is sure I have an appointment with some one, and would beton its beinra man. Iean read all this, and much more; he is us open to meas iam shuttobim. Iam glad to be an ob- ject of intest to him on any terms, and find no fault with the situation. Ihave written enough to show that he has no appreciation of me. What is there to appre- ciate? Something, perhaps: 1 hardly know what. But I tell you, Liz, the custedness so ap- parent on the surface of ny kind of women is ouly an effervesence, that purities the current below. Keep my tongue still, and, if [ should escape explosion, I might pass for a reasonably good woman, However, it matters little what Efople think so that one realty is the best she ows. And, as for me, I have love and pity; 1 hate selfishness arid hypocrisy, and would like the privilege of speaking the truth. The neces- sity of concealment from the strictures of social euuctment makes me mad. What person, or number of persons, have the right to extort a Hie from an honest soul? I want to live out tho Desk ulore is inme, and the world won't let me me do it. And Mr. Taft's treatment of me shows that ho is ignorant of the existence of such feelings; and he regards their curciess and whimsicul out- cropping through iny talk 13 acovering to some- thing.[ wish to conceul: This-phase of our do- ings pains me, and puts it inmy head that Iam possibly barking up the wrong tree for a man. idon’t know where this thmg will land me. Shouldn't wonder if there were brenxers ahead. Til write again soon. As ever, your friend, Catnenie Enirs. (At the time I received this letter! had not seen Kate Ellis for several years, I bad writ- ten to her on hearing of her being in Sun Fran- cisco, and the foregoing is the reply. Wo had been girls together, and I could not forget the charm of ber society. She was yo strong, so Toving, so pitying, so hopeful, so original, and so unconventional. ‘The irrepressible quility of her spirits, her frank jcility, and her 'augh, whieh was music and sunshine, with a touch of pathos, would ring through my memory us often as I thought of ber. Her murried life had bee wretched, and she had lost her only child. quite crusbed her fora time; but the years had brought healing, and Kate was herself again. It was only a short time until I received her second letter,] Daan Lizzie: How good you are to write me 80 soon, and how you do write. If I know any- thing about it, you will make Your mark in literature yet.” Now, Liz, aren’t you ashamed to talk of obstacles? What is an obstacle but something to climb over?, Ono goes to sleep on 8 smooth rond. So much for that nonsense. And what did you sey about failures? Don't you know that a failure is just a door shut in your face; some other person's door at that. When you reach your own door, it will he open to you. ‘And you ‘are borrowing trouble about theso things. Read Emerson; come up into the over- life, and discard both hope and fear. So much for hard sense. And now, Presto. changel—and enter Mr. ‘Taft with his train of vanities, and, prominent in that train, myself. I havo been getting paler every day since I cume here, and yasterday | invested the whole amount of ten cents in rooge—how do you spelt he Y-u-g-0?—r-u-s-h-o?—r-0-g-u-e? — Well, take your choice of these spells, and if you don't get the right one it is your bad spelling, not mine. Now, this roo—truck just sets me up and makes my looking-glass a greater attraction than ever. On, LHAVE A THOUGHT! Quicksilver ts a lit- tle world by itself, and revolves on its own axis. Quicksilver mado into mirrors derfinds moro uicksiver made into vermilion: and vermilion lemands more mirrors. Here is perpetual mo- tion af last, turning on the pivot of woman’s vanity, and promising to endure forever. But, to go back before this last world was dis- covered, if Tum half as handsome as I think I am, don'tsee how Mr. Taft can resist me. Now, listen to this description: My hair is a lovely auburn. J assisted it in its transmogri- fication from {ts original mud color by a littie preparation known to the initiated. It is cut of in front, and tortured into crinkies that fall low on my “alabaster brow.”. My lovely eyes, so soft and yet 80 bright, so liquid in thoir light, Ike stars that gem the night, look out from be- neath this frizzicd muss like the innocent peep- ers of a poodle dog. My features, thou;h somewhat irregular, harmonize as 2 whole, and the result stands before you,—a perfect crea- tion, an unexceptiopable ‘piece of loveliness, 2 cameo strucic whole from the great divine source of Beauty. So much forme. Now, if pic cunnot see how beautiful I am it is their loss, not mine.‘ Beauty is in the eve of the beholder”; and if the beholder is blind, docs that mar the fuct? Therefore, I warn you against that little touch of sarcasm in the laugh with which you greet this description, muadain, det oj , Istopped this letter here yesterday, for an accident happened to my darling. No.—a dar- ing, though not mine. He slipped on the steps and sprained his ankle. [tis un awful sprain,— almost a fracture. Iheard his quick step past my door; then [heard him fall and ran to him. He was holding on to the banisters, trying to getup stairs when I saw him. 1 magle a swooy downward, like ahawk on a June-bug, and “lit” close by him. He smiled when he saw me, and a8 I caught him about the waist he laid his arin over my shoulder and yielded to my aasistance. But it was no use; he could not bear any weight on the injured limb, and 1 had to cali help and have him carned up to his room. His pain was intolerable. In spite of his evident self-control, the groans trembled throu his white lips. My heurt was torn at the sight. I sent fora doctor, and then I took olf his shoe and stocking, and pressed and chafed his delicate white foot and ankie,—how lovingly and tenderly he may never know, But it did him good; his face relaxed, and his breath came easier. Say, Liz, I don't believe he wears more than No.4 shoes. 1 wear No. 5 myseif, though I never owned it before. The two things lhave lied about with unswerving persistence aud mulish perversity are -my age and the size of my feet, und Idon'’t believe it is in the powerof the Gospel to save me on these points. There is no doubt but the first thing Isbull do when I en- ter the next world will be to order 2 pair of shoes too small for me. and exchange thom with the under-clerk surreptitiously. Now, 1 always hated smull feet m men, until I saw and handied this beautiful little foot of Mr. ‘Taft's: and then my ideas underwent a change. And why not, even on rational-principles, leav- ing my love-iorn condition out of the question. Beauty ia beauty wherever you find it. So-I wipe out another prejudice, and am all the more free for it Since I wrote you before 1 think I hnve made some progress in the pursuit of Mr. Taft’sheart. Idon't know, but think he ismore familiar with me, though familiar is too strung a word. few days ago'l was in his room, and he be- gan asking me questions a8 usual, and they took @ personal turn. He asked how long [ had been ig the city7—whore Loxme from?—was I Mra. or ae = Ell * And go you have been married?” he said. Pes A ? ees had children?” ‘Are they living?” “No ** How many hadyou?” “Bix.” “Six? Is it possible?” -And indeed, I suppose it teas possible; but you ought to have seen his look of ustonishment. I was transtixed by it, But I never was with him ten minutes that he did not put me in the wit- ness-box. “ How long were you married?” was his next question. 5 “Five years.” “Five yeurs and six children? Explain.” Oh, but I had to think fast. “Twins and triplets," I said. “Two births,’” “You!” i lest you tix upon yourself the impatation,— “That only accounts for fiv: “Lsnid five.” “ You suid five yenrs and six ebildren.” “You nre wrong; I said six years and five children,” “Letit goat that, then. Was your marriage one of love?” Did oN “For a home?” “No “Will you mention the consideration that in duced you to take so momentous a step?” IT wanted to sce bow I would look in orange flowers and a bridul veil.” uldn’t you have hired a costume and found But T wanted the sensatior And go you were married six years?” Five years”, Are you positive?” re i should think 1 ought to know. I was ere. ‘And how many children did you have?” Six.” Arc you positive?” “T counted them every night when. they came 2." . nd you always made out aix?”” Always.” 4 ~guppose the number fell short, what did you 10?" b ™ Borrowed one of a neighbor.” “Do you know what I think of those chil- you marry for money?” a No." “I think they were all borrowed, Mrs. Ellis.” And then he took up his pen and began to write one of those interminable briefs. Why briefs, in the name of Moses?: This was a hint for me'to leave, and, as a natural consequence, ididn’t wantto. Lwns standing all this time, and he was sitting at his desk. ‘He wrote pares, and 1 still stood there. Presently he looked up, an sald: “How long did you live with your husband, Mrs. Ellis? : “Fitteen years.” be au and how many children had you?” ne.” You have been awfully bereaved since I heard from you last.” “Bereaved indecd, Mr. Taft. Six children could have filled my heart no more perfectly than did my one little daughter that died so young.” I felt my voice tremble, and he glanced away A moment, only to turn his calm eyes upon me aguin. fie had seen tears in the witness-box a thousand times. He knew their anaiysis—salt, sodium, and water. “ And so you were married fifteen years; and where is your husband?” “Tam a widow.” “ Js your husband dead?” “Yes; and glud of it.” You or your husband?” of course. I haven’t heard from bim aE Dia he tro badly? “ Did he treat you ly?” “ Horribly” ® And you? “Ikepteven, I squared accounts with -him every aay. “ Did vou sue him for a divorce?” “No, he sued me.” “On what complaint?” “That I failed to provide for him.’” “ And he got a divorce on that ground?” e mizht have done it if he had not died.” “And where is he now?” “In Arizona working a gold-mine, “ What did your divorce cost you?” * Nothing as yet; I am to pay the bill when I marry ugain,” “ What bill?” “ For the tombstone.” Js it o large one?"* Yes, very. Iwanted it large, for fear he might claw out and come back again.” ue Tdon’t refer tothe tombstone; I refer to in “ Oh, yes, the bill tor the tombstone was very large.” “Drop the tombstone, and teli me about the Dill for the divorce. J am more interested in ‘that.’ Abt Thatwas a different bill altogether. His name is Bill Wilson. Ho is the man my husband was jealous of." “ That was betore he died.” No, afterwards.”" ‘ “ Mrs. Ellis, you can be excused.” “ My naine {8 not Mrs. Ellis; at least, not that I know. Don't a divorced woman take her owa name again?” “As a rule, madam, she takes some other person'’s—Bill Wilson's, for instance.” Then, Liz, he rose to his feet,and bowed, to signify that the interview was ended; where~ upon I walked round the desk, and sat down by him, just as he was reseating himself. And now, mark my words, I saw an unmistakable flash of pleasure in his face, but he stifled it instantly, and turned toward me, cold and im- passive, in the meantime Iwas making myself quite comfortable. I put my fect on -the rungs of his chair, adjusted my overskirt, and smiled on him bewttchingly. Don't dock that word of one par- ticle of its strength. Imean it, I was In iny most daro-devil mood,and did not care where it le Truly, the allurements of the chase are won- derful. Heigh, ho, tantivy! Putin the yelping of the dogs, the tooting of the horns, the reck~ Jess speed of the sportsman, and tho poor litte hare almost run down, and you have the situa- tion. Ob, men! men! if. you knew a3 much about women as I do, your power would be unlimited. ‘This is an apostrophe—not intended for the car of any malo biped that lives. Could i be so base 4s to giyo away my own sex by showing our enemies that their power lies in their inditference us’ c Iam afraid of making my letter too long by recounting any further conversation with Mr, Taft. It lnsted an hour; it was sensible. and sincere on both sides. AsIgot up to leave the room, he raised with me, giving me his hand, and so we walked, still holding hands, to the door, where he bowed me out, with the rarest smilo that ever illuminated a fece. 3 I wish I could go ind take care of him as be Yes in the next room suffering, but I dare not io it. [And_ so ended the Scond letter, which aroused my curiosity not a little, and caused me tolook forward for another, But it was two anonths before I heard from Kate again. Then she wrote:] Dear Lizzie: If you are waiting for the con- clusion of my romance to muke a magazine article out of, just write—The heroine, after hanging suspended by the slender thread of hope for eight mortal weeks, fell into the dismal abyss below, from which she finally crawled out bruised, sore, and miserable, but game still; and - hus now resumed business at the old stand of Lehang & Morgan. i Thatis enough. That fs all there is of it. When [inet dir. Taft after his accident he spoke tome with much restraint; and at each subsequent meeting his manner was cooler and cooler, until the sight of him sent my heart’ below zero, and chilled the very marrow of my bones. He has learned to hate me, Lizzie. No doubt my preference for him, so boldly mani- fested, disgusted and alarmed him. There is a paragraph going the rounds of the papers about sorae woman who chloroformed and married a mun in spite of himself. 1°! bet she was a gruss- widow; and I'll algo bet that if Mr. Taft hus read it he has the saine conviction. O miserere! my jokes on this: subject turn on dry binges and creak dolefully. I supposo he hus seen too much ot the ugiy side of married life from his numerous divorce cases to take the risk of marrying; or. perbaps. he cherishes ideas of marriage with some beautiful young girl, and Fen the encroachments of a poor faded thing ke me. At all events, itis over,andIam free again. Idon’t meun that my heart is free, fori love him better than ever, but I mean the danger of marrying is past, and [ think I ought to be glad of it. Ihave done something, however, that had better been left undone. I bave writ- ten him a note. Iam forced to mect him in the hall, and on the stairs, several times a day: and at last these mneetinys actually frightened me, his face was so stern and cold, his manner so repellant, his hatred and disgust wers so visible. Icould not bear to remain in the house. So I hunted another place, but without success. At ast. utterly discouraged, I wrote him something ke this: “Mn, TAPT: You treat every one with politeness but me. [don’t know the cuuse of your evident dislike, but think you are afraid to treat me kindly ‘lest should prove troublesome to you. Whether this assumption on your part is cor: rect or not, I resent it all the same. And since it costs you such an evident effort to speak to me, J will excuse you from speaking any more. “C. Evuis.” Tieft this in bis room one evening, and went home with a heart as heavy as Iead. Going up Cluy street bill on the cars, the moon shone high above the domes and spires of the city so bean- tiful, so serene. I don't believe sae, cares whether school keeps or not; she takes no in- terest in stocks; the banks can break as thay please, it don't disturb her. In this respect sho and Tare Siameses, but we differ in other par- ticulars. For instance, she is satisted with the lonely royalty of her position, which Iam not. She has no thought for any other moon of the maic persuasion, in which she also differs from me. - BUT, AFTER ALL, IT 18 BECAUSE THERE IS NO OTHER MOON ON HER DEAT. Now I think of it, I_ am positive that, if there was another, and if she is of the female sex, ag represented (alzs! on no better groun‘s than her changeableness), no amount of centripetality, centrifugality, polarity, and the rest of it could keep ber in ber orbit twenty-four hours. Buh! She's a humbug. “Chaste!’ “Ves- tall” She's an old maid from circumstance, and not from choice, I went to my own room, where I battled with myself all night; but it’was no use. In the morning 1 was us blue as the pickled shank of an old turkey-hen, with a face as‘long as threo rainy days. ‘By the way, Liz, he who Inughs gives, and the world is richer for it. The next morning, as 1 meandered down street-to my office Iu this inost wretched mood, I passed a little rusty-looking man in the door of a poor habitation, singing a bewilderingly joyous carol, just like a A nelgh ae looked oe of Ssotber door and sai “Hello, Jack! You're hay ances ppy this morning, Then Jack laughed—such a laugh; as happy and natural asa child. He didn’t seem to necd anything to laugh at, but just laughed 1s be wos “laffy"; and 1 laughed toa The clouds had vauishea from my sky, the stiffening came Into my back, and I went sailing down to Bnaromne street us breezy aga nautilus. ‘There 2 au; better rad ae = ehs gives, and the world is jut present @ prison-hor walls closed around me, and the wat ‘Miaeees rything again. pti ga itacacs ine and music more than I over did in my life. 1 think they would cure mo, bodily and mentally. m Tam too far gone in this folly even to bold myself up to your ridicule. Poking fun at the « Widder” Ellis is dull work. Lam getting sorry for the poor thing. Do you remember the old fairy story,in which the King lost his wife, and in tke violence of bis grief-beat his head agvinst the wall five days? I never could imagine whut good itdid him under the circum- stances: but I would have faith in the remedy if applied to myself. You don’t know bow much I regret having written that note. Bir. Taft takes me at my word, and speaks to me no more. And yet there is something in his manoer, or the atmosphere about, Bim, that makes me think he has me on his mind. * ‘When I wrote that note, it was in a desperate attempt to end my love and suspense. I thought if he ceased to speak tome I should soon be- come indifferent. But {tis notso. He enslaves my thoughts toa grenter extent than before,- for now [ am sick, sick for even the cold greet~ ings I used to get. As I look back from the iceberg on which 1 am wrecked, I seem to see in all our previous intercourse the flowers and sunshine of tho tropics. I have ruined ‘even the small hope Ibad. I have no alternative but to grin and bear it. Tam glad I bad not the power to hurt him as I hurt my- self. I would not tell you all this, dear Liz, but that I must teil some one. Ob, if my baby bad only lived as an outlet to her foolish mother’s heart, ‘Lshould have escaped this. And yet what she hus escaped by dying! _. . . How different the effect of the sightson the streets now and three months ago! Iwas out at the park oneday when [ was happy and hopeful, and I shall never forget my feelings. Under the intluence of the pure, yital air, the trees and flowers, the fountain with its arching rainbow, ‘together with the sight of temple, dome, and minaret, and the music that spirit ualizcd if all, I went into astrange mood. “I saw men as angels walking.” Every living soul was identized, euch after his or her own type. All bad come up out of their baser lives into a semblance ofthat which was angelic within them. Even the hard, ugly clothes of men and women lost angularity, and’ flowed in graceful outline, and blended in harmonious color. But nothing can describe the children. They wero angels,—angels swinging, angels floating on the luke,—angels in goat-carriages, angels in the gyronasium, angels swarming everywhere. ever Igo to Heaven Ishallsce no sight more truly angelic. I doubt if the man who said, “Beauty is in the eye of the beholder,” knew half the meaniug of what he said. BOntEy is forever. perolaiy out of the commonest things to him w! 3 folds to meet it. And Love is the unfolding power. : T Ieurned cnough in that day to know that per- fect love, reciprocal between God and man, can renovate this world in an hour. "And, |for the first time in my life, I raised to the conception of how the beautiful, golden haired Nazarine, child of tho sun as He was, for the love of a fallen race renounced the shining halls of His native fieaven, to walk with biced- ing feet the hills of Judea, with none for His companions but fishermen and baclots. Sol Say for hours looking upon the scene, the passing Crowd, the angelic children, all from some exquisit retirement of soul, with one thought undulating upward like a prayer: Most sweet and pitifull—most sweet and pitiful!—be- hold these ruins and restore. [After this letter, wmen I have left unfinished to nvoid one of Kate's sudden transitions from the sublime to the ridiculous, it wag weeks be- fore she wrote again. But the letter, when it came, was Kate all over; and I submit it, as I have ‘all of them, without change. I hold that our style of writing bas grown so fossilized through the formality of set phrnges that it is becoming impossible to express much diversity of character through it. And I buth hope and believe that the literature of the Far West, by the unfolding of native talent, will break up the rules of long established usage, and Inaugurate a.atyle so elastic as to mect the demand of even the most extravagant originality. and that, too, without degenerating into courseness.] Dear Lizzie: It has been a long time since I wrote you, and a sorry time, too, though that is forgotten now. Why, it waa only yesterday IthoughtI could never write another lino to any one. ‘hat are we to think of a sentiment that en- slaves us like love? I believe it is a disease, and expect to see it handled as such by practicing physicians before long. The way science is ad- yancing, it will hardly be a hundred years until we shall see tlaming placards announcing to the love-lorn the curative properties of “The World- Renowned Anti-Magnetic Obfusticator,” or “The Chain-Lightning Exterminator,” warrant- ed to abolish the necessity of suicide by restor- ing toanhealthy condition the victimsof this awful malady. In this emergency, however, while the world waits Its development, we must use such palliat- ive remedies as we find at hand; and at the present time the -only antidote for love is marriage. And I am going to be married to Claude Lorraine Taft. (Out upon Caleb! Didn't Itell you his name wasn’t Caleb?) Tbave been almost sick, and altogether maud- lin and idiotic, for two months, and getting weaker and paler from confinement and much writing, untt! I can hardly climb the stairs. Yesterday, just ag I reached the top of the sec- end tlight, [turned dizzy. I sprang forward to avoid falling back, and as I did so a door oponed, and 2 quick step Appronched. I cun't tell how I koew it was Mr. 'Tuft, for my senses were leav- ing me, but [did know it in akind of dream- like way, and I knew he ‘caught mo as 1 fell. Sty next recolicction, in a state of semi-uncon- sciousness, wnsof being on the lounge in his room, and feeling hig arms sround me. My senses were wrapped in a heavenly languor, from which the slightest effort would arouse them. Every moment I became more and moro alive tothe tender names he was calling me; and presently, when his lips pressed mine with a touch’ of velvet, I felt the dimples twitching in my cheeks, and knew 1 could hoax him no longer. 1 opened my eyes laugh- ing, to see such anxiety, Such lové as 1 never saw before. I raised my arms, they were like lead, but I got them round bis neck, and drew hig head down to mine, and us the strength ro- turned 1 smoothed his hair, and petted him up like everything. By the way, his bair is mighty thin on tup, and he hates it, too,—u fact that at once disproves my chewed-puper theory. Don’t imagino that he exhibited any weakness or discomfitare, He was muster of the situa- tion, and faced it like a—lawyer. Hesaidhe haa aples to make aguinst me, and asked if I was ready to.defend myself. "Then he waited a mo- ment, and, as I did not answer, he told me that, as I was too timid to speak in my own defense, he would speak for me, (Think of my being too timid, Liz. However, I was glad he thought so.) He suid when there was no. one em- ployed to defend the plaintiff the Court appointed some oue, And, ay he was the Court and the whole caboodle (only he didn’t use that word) rolled into one, ho would not only stand for the prosecution, but would appuint himself on my defense, tou. Then he made love to me in the queerest way, using any amount of law terms. And I tell you, no matter what anybody guys about’ the law being dry and musty,—it is dust deligntful, ** and make a note on it” for pri- ‘vate reference. But, Liz, tho trial was not conducted as fairiy asone would expect froma man of his irre- proachable standing; and thore is no doubtsome foundation for the accepted theory, that the practice of law demoralizes men to n certuin ex- tent. Only enough, perhaps, to make them ps feetly angelic in some cases.’ For though guilty of nothing but folly, the verdict wont dend against me, and I was sentenced to life-long im- prisonment in the atms of compininant, and re- manded to prison immediutely. Now thisisall. And if:you want to make a magazine article out of it just change the names and go ahead. - Que word in explanation, howover. Br. Taft had firmly resolved never to marry. Ho had seen too much of the ugly side of married lite toriskit. And in the Interval he was separated from me by his hurt he gathered moral torce to renew the resistance he had begun and xaban- doned on our first acquaintunce. ‘The wedding will take place in a few weeks. I will notify you when the day js appointed, and sbali hope to see you ut that time. ‘AS ever, your loving friend, CaAtnEentne ELuIs. [This ended my correspondence with Catherine Elis, for the next letter that L received was signed with a diferent name. {eLEN WILMANS. He THE TWO AGES, Folks were happy as days were long Tu the old. Arcadian tines, When life seemed only a dance and song on Sie Secrest ot all Sree climes. ur world grows bigger, and. stage by stay As tho pitiless years have rolled, eS? We've quite forgotten the Golden Age, And come to the Age of Gold. ‘Time went by in a sheepish way Upon Thessaly’s plains of yore. _ In the Nineteenth Century lambs at play Mean mutton, und nothing more. Our swains xt present are fur too sage pores as one lived ct olds ey couple the crovk of the Golden A; ‘With a huvk in the Age of Gold. ae From Corydon’s reed the mountains round Heard news of his latest flame; And Tityrus made the woods resound ‘With echoes of Daphne's name. ‘They kindly left us a lasting gauge Of their musical art, we're told; And the Pandean pipe of the Golden Agy Brings mirth to the Age of Guld. 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