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yielded elsewhere, and it fights here as usual. But dle, that I thought a first-class spermaceti one, turns out our war no more proves our system a failure than to be a rush-light; sputters a little feebly, and then goes the union of shepherds to regulate a companion who out in utter darkness. I don't like it, but can't help it. undertakes to feed wolves with the sheep proves Something must be done; either I must stop poetizing, or

else mend the muse. Please read the inclosed. The first that shepherds can not live together amicably.

few lines are poetry: the rest is a sublime or an infernal

- I can't say which-fizzle. THE Easy Chair begs pardon for alluding to the "A friend (the Editor's Drawer) once told me that there brazen Bull from whose mouth the groans of the were as many feet in my poems as a centipede had. I tortured victims in his bowels issued in music. For don't think that is fair. If you saw a rose, scented its perin the Cornhill Magazine the Editor, fairly over- fume, and found it pleasing to that sense, would you find come by the stress of manuscript and responsibility, side of the stem than the other? If a poem is good sense,

fault with it because there were three leaves more on one actually sings his sorrows and falls overpowered in and reads even tolerably well, is it any the less poetry rhyme. It is a piteous ditty “To Correspondents.” Pegasus is not a stalled ox or a livery hack, and we know You come upon it without suspicion that it is other very well what fate befell those who tethered Apollo's than well-ordered prose until the tinkle of the meas-steed to a stone wagon; how, then, can a poet travel like ure piques your curiosity. Thus: “And ah! what a car-horse in one eternal round of jingle and jangle to mischiefs him environ who claps the editorial tiar suit the tape-measuring soul of some pedant who stands up on! 'Tis but a paper thing no doubt; but those for spondees and dactyles, etc.? Tell me if rule and com: who don it soon find out the weight of lead—ah me,

pass can make a poet as it does a cabinet-maker, or wheth.

er spirituality and ethereality of soul has any part in the how weary! one little foolscap sheet may carry." former's composition ? The burden of the song is one not unfamiliar to

" SOME POETRY. the ears of some of our friends—the innumerable company of the unappreciated. Our ally upon the “We hung upon the battle's hem all day "hill of Corn" puts the case so pleasantly that the With hungry zest and zeal, Easy Chair will ask his friends to listen. We have

And saw the mighty smoke-clouds rent away heretofore recorded the hope with which every edi

By the red-mouthed cannons' peal. tor looks out for a coming man. The English edi- And in our hearts an eager longing rose tor describes his joy when he sees traces of such a

To know how fared the fortunes of the dayprodigy, and continues :

Who with the sabre smote the heaviest blows,

And those who fled, and those who stood at bay. " For that's how geniuses are born to us upon the hill

"Oh that some angel on the field would rise, of Corn. Concealed from all the world they lie, in manu

And madly on the rebel vanguard fall! script and mode-ty; we spy them out as Pharaoh's daugh

'Twas thus we prayed; and, looking to the skies, tér spied little Moses near the water; and while we gaze,

Hoped that sonte saint would answer to our call. the glorious thing-poet, philosopher, and king, thinker of thoughts that tather creeds-rises full-statured through "No prophet with his flowing garments came, the reeds. Our joy, our hope, our happiness, no common With staff and mien, as Whalley came of old, language can express. Ho, boy ! bring hither wreaths of To bid the timid ones take heart again, roses, one for us and one for Moses. lIe shall be crowned And grant renewed courage to the bold.' before we sleep! For now-ah, now we're all a-creep!

"This would have been a very nice poem if the writer Our very souls to goo eflesh turn lest other editors should had not, unfortunately, been in the condition of the man learn what we have learned, and snatch the prize almost in the Bible, who began to build but was not able to finbefore our hungry eyes. 'Tis but a moment, and we stand


E P. W." before our genius hat in hand: ours, for in chains of gold he's bound!--ours, for with wreaths of CORN he's crown- This worthy poet, hanging upon the hem of bated !—There, modest spirit! that's the way we jumped tle and of poetry, has evidently forgotten that the at B and courted A: mere mortal men of art and sense, gods help those who help themselves. If you stop unspoiled by tinsel or pretense. If what they've done upon the edge of any kind of battle, whether with your pen can do, take courage and be courted too. The the rebels or the Muses, and begin to sigh for a genfamons great we count our own; send 118, kind Heaven, eral, you are already defeated. To him who hath the great unknown!"

it shall be given. If you see that men want a leadAnd what he says for himself he says for all : er, go and lead them. Don't raise your fine eyes to "Our table groans, say: well, we own, that hearing it. It is only eyes lifted from the very heart of the

heaven, hoping to see a chariot of fire descending. we also groan. That's natural; but, we declare, we only groan-we never swear. Our great long-suffering is euch strife that ever see such consoling spectacles. You that really we don't mind it much; and nothing can be will please to remember that if, on that summer day more sincere, or serious, or blunt, than we are when we at Hadley, any stout Puritan had been hanging on aver that since the wand of office came into our hand we've the hem of the sharp fight, wondering whether some humbly served whoever sought to do us service: as we grand old leader would not come out of the clouds or ought. But to those geniuses who will persist in torturing the hills and help them, Whalley wouldn't have us still with odes to Memory; to My Aunt; Lines to X, Y. Z. Ampezant; the Sky-lark; Hints on Etiquette;

They were not looking for him; and he apThoughts on the Policy of Pitt, the Currency, etc., we

peared in the midst of them. No leader, worthy to most respectfully demur, submitting, what they can not be such, cares to lead men who are so little in carnlearn too early, that the worm will turn !"

est that they have time to think of something else

than the business in hand. WHILE the Easy Chair is enjoying the rhymed For writing poetry, gentle E. P. W., Philip Sidney humor and good sense of the editor upon the cornéd long ago gave the only recipe" Look in thine own hill, he is aroused by this pathetic appeal :

heart and write." If you have no heart, or can not "Dear Mr. Easy CHAIR – Won't you give me a little “My young friends," said a college President, in his

look into it, God has not called you to be a poet. advice? I have read some of your kind remarks to young baccalaureate to the proud seniors—"God calls very writers, and know the feeling which prompted them. Per. haps you will deiga one glance at my humble appeal. I few of us to be artists, philosophers, poets, or distry to write poetry sometimes

, when I feel the divine af- tinguished people of any kind; but be calls every flatus, but somehow or other I always get stuck. My can- one of us to do our duty."


Nobody but the editor of a newspaper or maga- Stickers, who posts all the bills in town, should say zine knows how bold indecency is in thrusting itself that his business was to put up bills, not to determupon the public eye. If all the advertisements ine their moral influence, and should proceed to post which are offered should be published, the newspaper the most infamous libels upon the best men and the would be absolutely prohibited in every decent house-most prurient information for the worst—if William hold. It is quite bad enough as it is, as any man

can read and is a self-respecting man, do you supmay see upon opening any widely-circulated city pose he has no twinges, and although he may connewspaper and looking at the columns headed “per- tinue to post, saying that otherwise his family will sonal" or "matrimonial.” “The young woman in have no dinner, do you think that he is not ashamed a dark green bonnet who, on Wednesday last, in the of himself, and do you say that he is as blameless as Bleecker Street omnibus, about the corner of Broome if he were hoeing corn? Street, tripped over the foot of the gentleman in The plea generally urged by newspapers in this nankeen trowsers, is earnestly requested to commu- matter is simply that, when it is a question of maknicate her address to Eugene, Union Square P. O. ing money, your moral sense may go into abeyance. N.B. Cartes de visite exchanged." Why is she to For look at it. Lovelace, upon the chance of decoycommunicate her address ? "A young man of un- ing a victim, brings you an advertisement: “A tarnished reputation, handsome, who possesses a young gentleman of a serious turn, with dark (said loving heart and a liberal salary in an A1 mercan- to be melancholy) eyes and slightly aquiline nose, tile house, would like to correspond with some vir- in the prime of life, in perfectly easy circumstances, tuous young lady with a view to matrimony." That, a good musician, highly educated and accomplished, of course, is one of the views to which distance lends desires to meet a young and (of course) pleasing woall the enchantment. "If the gentleman who called man who will make him happy for life; wealth no on Thursday last at 98 Ninety-ninth Street, in search object, as he has plenty for both ; nothing required of a young girl named Amelia, will call on Friday but youth, loveliness, purity, and devoted love. Adnext at 99 Ninety-eighth Street, he will see her dress Solomon, at this office.” You make the adthere." “A young widow, without encumbrance, vertiser pay well, perhaps a dollar a line. Out comes is desirous of opening a correspondence with an the paper and the advertisement. Your daughter, eligible gentleman under forty, with a view to mat- young, romantic, foolish, if you choose, and ready rimony."

for “a lark,” merely for the joke of the thing, reThe mask in all these advertisements is so trans- plies, guardedly and anonymously. Her reply is parent that it is scarcely worth wearing. And where answered. She rejoins. It is a piquant game, and is the line of regard for public propriety which sep- Lovelace is a dangerous player. Master of arts, he arates such advertisements from those of various re- tries every wile. Interest, curiosity stir in the sorts which might easily be mentioned ? In other young woman's breast. So chivalric, so noble, so words, do editors and the responsible proprietors of modest and respectful is Lovelace! It is a strain newspapers owe nothing to public morality in the of old heroic poetry in these baser times. It is as matter of advertisements? The plea is that a paper good as Byron. The moment comes—he knows it is a public convenience, and that the proprietor can well-when the carte de visite should come in play. not assume to be a moral censor. But the fact is, Heavens! what eyes, what curls, what a sad, swect that it is a public convenience established for private expression, what a manly air! And so trustful, so advantage; and the question is whether, for his own courteous, so considerate! At length-ah me!-her private pecuniary advantage, a man has the right to own card goes to him. He is a desperate player, become a-something which it is very disagreeable little girl, and you flutter and coo so knowingly! to mention. A newspaper is a public bulletin-board, They meet, of course, at last. They walk by stealth. and the proprietor is responsible for what is exposed Oh stolen hours of joy! The cold, cold world frowns upon it. Does he not feel his own honor and moral upon them, she murmurs. But it is so pleasant to duty involved if obscene books are advertised upon have a friend--a true friend. “A true friend," echoes it, or vice is made easier by the publicity it affords ? Lovelace, with the melancholy eyes, in the low, sweet Is it any answer to an outraged public conscience to voice. Well, good Sir and proprietor of a newspaper say that he is not a moral censor, and that he puts in which you can not affect to be a moral censor, you up a bulletin-board for the public convenience ? Is gain, perhaps, twenty, yes, even thirty dollars for the it a convenience to the public to have vice made amusing advertisement, and you lose your daughter. easier? Would it not be a convenience of the same Do you mean to say, then, cries some indignant kind if some one, for a proper consideration, should newspaper, that I am not to advertise Presbyterian undertake to read to public audiences works which meetings because I am an Episcopalian, and not to are at present very surreptitiously sold at the vari-insert the cards of Allopathic physicians because I ous ferry stations in the city ?

am a Homeopath? Must I exclude Bishop ColenThe truth is, that a man's moral responsibilities so's books from my advertising columns or those of are in no other way changed by his becoming the his opponents ? Must I refuse money to announce proprietor of a periodical of any kind than that he steel collars to the world because I prefer to wear has assumed other and weighty duties. Except linen? Where is this sort of tomfoolery to stop? upon the principle that all is fair in trade, which is Now, gentle newspaper, don't lose your common merely a pleasant exhortation to cheat all you can, sense in a gust of passion. Because it is not a good he will not allow himself as a proprietor, or his pa- thing to drink sulphuric acid, it does not follow that per, to further those things which, as a man and a it is a bad thing to drink ginger-pop. Because no citizen, he is steadily opposing. What right would generous man will direct a gambler to a "hell,” it a man have to censure gambling who received mon- is still possible for him to direct a hungry man to a ey for directing the public to gaming-houses? And restaurant, even if the man declare his intention to what better right has a man to assume, in his edito- dine upon fat pork. Would you think yourself rial columns, to be the advocate and friend of public bound to decline to show a lady the way to a threadmorality who, in his advertising columns, helps pub-and-needle store because you had just refused to lic debauchery? Suppose the celebrated William conduct a drunkard to a grog-shop? Let us try to retain common sense in all emergencies, newspaper; gether. He was of the Irish persuasion; and when and remember that although wo may honorably un- the Committee had asked him all the questions they dertake for our own profit to become public conven- could think of, and none of which they could have iences, we can not, for that reason, honorably be answered themselves, the candidate entertained us come public panders.

with some recitations of songs of his own composing,

and read to us some very fine pieces of poetry that The Easy Chair does not know how many readers he had written. The Committee were delighted follow the fortunes of " Romola,” as told in these with the smart young man, and were about to empages by the author of " Adam Bede.” He does not ploy him, when one of their number upset their inremember to have read a single word about it in tentions by this short but portentous speech : praise or censure. And yet it is unquestionably a " You're a leetle tu fast, now. There's a good story of great power and skill, and as a historical many girls to our schule; and this 'ere fellow is novel it is quite unsurpassed.

love-cracked. I know he is, 'cause I've allers hearn The scene is laid Florence at a most interesting tell that when a feller takes to writin' poetry he's period, and the characters are men and women, not love-cracked; and we don't want any love-cracked puppets or shadows. The most conspicuous histor- young fellers a-teachin' our gals." ical personage is Savonarola, but Machiavelli also This was enough. The rest hadn't thought of it; glides characteristically in and out. Tito Melema, but they saw it now, and told the poet to travel. the hero, is a brilliant young Greek, accomplished, His fate may prove a sad warning to young men fascinating, dextrous, but simply selfish. His char- who go out West to keep school; they had better acter is drawn with great subtlety and skill, and say nothing about poetry, lest some wiseacre on the vividly contrasted with the queenly womanhood of Committee should ihink them love-cracked. Romola herself. The atmosphere of the work is entirely medieval and Italian. It is the result of much

THE SOLDIER'S WIFE. patient, sympathetic, and successful study; for only How wearily the days go by, time and persistence could so thoroughly saturate How silence sits a guest at home, a mind and imagination with the spirit of a life long While she, with listless step and eye, vanished. And this is the more interesting, as we

Still waits for one who does not come! have before suggested, because it seemed from her

The sunshine streams across the floor, previous works as if Miss Evans were so profoundly

A golden, solitary track;

The flies hum in and out the door: interested in the social life of to-day that she could

The olden clock goes click-a-clack! not readily turn to a remoter time. But she has

And baby, sitting, wonder-eyed, turned from the rude Methodist prcach-r and labor

Watches the kitten's noiseless play ; er of modern England to the stately and gorgeous

Till sleep comes gently, and she lies Medicean society of four centuries ago, as the Egyp

At rest through half the summer day. tian magician shows you with equal fidelity, in the When twilight cometh, dim and gray, samo enchanted drop of ink, now the face of your She sits anear the open door; dead mother, and now of a living enemy.

Before her lies the graveled way, For Miss Evans dips her pen in the ink which O'erhung by ancient sycamore; genius enchants and glorifies. The story of Romola

And through the eve she hears the cry must be finished before long, and in its completed

Of whip-poor-wills, that shun the light:

She sees the star of evening die; form our readers.can then study and admire this no

And all around her broods the night. ble reproduction of old Italian life. No more care

Then, “By-lo-baby, baby-by!" ful or complete work of art can be found in all con

She sings her little one to rest; temporary fictitious literature,

And muses, with its rosy face

Held warm and close against her breast.

Beside her couch she weary kncels,
Editor's Prawer.

And clasps her hands before her face

Ah, only Christ knows what she feels,
FRIEND in St. Paul, perhaps from the apos-

A lonely supplicant for grace!
She prays for one who does not come;

And draws an answer from her hopes. more than usually given to anecdotes of the clergy,

And then, within her silent home, writes to the Drawer that when he was last in the

While stars slide down night's silvery slopes, city of Albany he heard a grave and reverend divine

She nestles elose beside her babe, give notice of a service to be held in the church of

And one arm o'er it shielding throws, the Rev. Dr. Rodgers, a “ Reformed Dutchman," on

And dreams of joy that day denies,
Pearl Street.

Until the rose of morning blows.
In Camp, near Falmouth, Va.

A. B. He says that one of his Wisconsin clergymen, in the course of a sermon, had occasion to cite an au- A CORRESPONDENT of the Drawer says that he thority, and he referred by name to a gentleman was recently at a railroad station where a sergeant who, he said, was “a citizen of New York, and for- was drilling a company of raw recruits. While givmerly a Dutchman." Perceiving his blunder, he ing the word of command the train started, and just added, “And as to that matter, I suppose he is yet.” afterward a dandy-looking chap arrived in time to

see the cars off, in which he wished to go. At Out here in Wisconsin, the same brilliant corre- this moment the sergeant was shouting to his men, spondent continues, I was traveling, and spent the "Left! left! left!" The fellow looked around in night at a tavern in the country. A School Com- high dudgeon, and cried out, “If I am left, I can mittee were in session to examine a candidate who whip the best man among you." The drill was a had applied to be the teacher of the school. He merry one for some time after this challenge. proved to be a man of fine education, and of general information far ahead of all the Committee put to A COLD-BLOODED murder was perpetrated in La


fayette a few months ago. When the murderer was The Professor saw a “ lead” in the puzzled look being tried it was very difficult to get a jury. Many with which B- searched the ceiling before anpersons were called forward and questioned, but not ! swering, so continued : received. A verdant - looking young fellow was “Pray, Mr. B- what were his anterior excalled, and the prosecuting-attorney asked the cus- tremities?” tomary question:

B hesitated; examined, no doubt, mentally “ Have you any conscientious scruples which the various terminations of domestic animals, and wo debar you from bringing in a verdict of settlir finally on that which to his eye appeared guilty, when you knew the punishment to be possessed of the greatest grace and ease of motion, death?"

answered boldly, "The tail, Sir!". “Conscientious scruples! What's them? I don't know what you mean,” said the man, with a look From the head-quarters of the Twelfth Michigan of perplexity.

Infantry, in Middleburg, Tennessee, we have the The lawyer kindly explained the meaning. following, which our artist ought to have drawn for

“Well, I don't think I'm troubled with consent the Drawer : ing scruples, for I think the murderer ought to be I was Captain in the First Michigan Infantryhung, and I'm not afraid to say so.”

three months' service--and the day of the first batHe was objected to by the other side, and did not tle of Bull's Run the regiment was in Heintzleman's serve as a juror.

corps, which was on the extreme right. From ear

ly morn till about 3 o'clock P.m. we made a forced An Army Surgeon puts us under obligation by march; and just after we had crossed Cub Run, and cutting up the following for our service:

within sight of exploding shells, over the tree-tops, When we were blockading off Wilmington, North the regiment was halted for a brief period before Carolina, a number of contrabands came on board. entering the field. A member of my company, by One of them wore a masonic pin, and our Captain, name Champanois—a tall specimen of a Yankeewho is a “G man," was much troubled by this fact, stood leaning against a tree, perspiration rolling for a slave can not be a free-mason. So he called down his cheeks, when your special artist rode past. up the intelligent “contraband," and said,

One of the men remarked, “There goes Harper's “ You are not a mason."

drawing man;' when Champanois spoke up and “Oh yes, massa, I is. I'se a bricklayer !" says, “I-wish-he'd-draw-my--b-r-e-a-t-h!"

Ar Fortress Monroe two very fine sun-dials are A CORRESPONDENT in Delaware writes to the inserted in the muzzles of two good-sized Colum- Drawer : biads, and mark the time with cannonical accuracy. Below find a correct copy of a document just filed. Some time since a private belonging to a Wisconsin Builders receive some very poor specimens of orthogregiment stationed there, wishing to know the time raphy, but not many with only two words spelled of night, took a lantern and went out to the sun- correctly. dial to try and see it! lle couldn't see it.

haverday Grac, Ma. 28. ateen 63.

Mesers. A FEW days ago one of our officers was strolling Deer sur; Cann u enforme mee aboat thee schuner in the vicinity of Yorktown, and meeting a contra- “Polix;" thee partys thatt oans hur an how I cann direck band asked him where was the ground on which tu em, ur du u no uf schuner fur sail thatt will carrey Cornwallis surrendered ? " Cornwallis-Cornwal

frum 7tey tu Stey tuns, lite draff watter, thatt wil sute

fur lis ?” said the darkey. “Massa, was he de curnel 100 an Botey tu tu 100 tuns an aboat 20thre and haf feat

grane an lomber, ur une thatt will carrey frum une of 139th New York ?"

beem, thatt wil gute fur a lomber schuner tu traid thrugh thee kanawl.

respeckfuly uree, “It was a very unfortunate selection of a hymn

Captin which our minister made last Sunday," writes a rural correspondent. “He had finished a very good A FRIEND of ours in New Haven says: Darius sermon on the vanity of worldly things, when he Pierson, a resident of our town, was never overburgave notice: The parties to be joined in marriage dened with wit, but managed to eke out a living, will present themselves after we have sung the 225th until one day a relative died, leaving him a few hymn, beginning,

thousands, which, to his perception, was a moderate * * Mistaken souls, that dream of heaven."" fortune. The consequence was that Darius took to

traveling. Among other towns of note he visited An old reader of the Drawer says that his con- Washington, and honored with his presence both science troubles him because he does not send a story Houses of Congress. On his arrival home many to help fill up the reservoir of good things, and he were the questions asked Darius about his travels begins with this:

and visit to Washington. "What did you think While I was pursuing a course of geology under a of the United States Senate ?” said a listener one certain Professor, famous for his delight in hectoring day. Darius drew himself up to full length, and, and perplexing the students, I had for one of my big with the importance of the occasion, thus delivclassmates a fellow who was by no means well read ered himself: “When I stood in the Senate of the in the dictionary. We had been discussing the pe- United States and looked down upon the hoary heads culiarities in the construction of one of the ante- there assembled. that beautiful passage of Scripture, diluvian animals whose fore-arms were fitted to his we pluribus you none,' came to my mind, and I body with a ball and socket-joint, allowing them said, with Job, 'this is a great country!'” great ease of motion in every direction.

“This animal had great freedom of motion in its From Fort Pulaski, Georgia, we have this by an anterior extremities, had it not ?" said the Professor. army correspondent:

"Ya-as," hesitatingly replied Mr. Bwho “Regular army" officers affect, and I believe enwas being questioned.

tertain, a very poor opinion of volunteers, botla otticers and men, and when they come in contact are state of things in the country, that I finally asked not always overpolite in their manners toward the him if he did not take a newspaper. He seemed a citizen soldiery.

little reluctant to admit that he did not, and said, During a tour made by an Inspecting officer and “Last year I took one, but the boys always quarhis staff (all West Pointers), a rather smart-looking reled to see who should have it first when it came, Second Lieutenant stepped up to Captain of and so I stopped it!" the —th, and, with a pert air, asked him,

“If you had command of a company, marching “How tediously long you are over that sermon!" in column of platoons, right in front, and wished to said the parson's lady to her husband on his not atform line of battle, what order would you give ?" tending to the dinner-bell; “I could write one in

The Captain, who knows his "biz" about as well half the time, if I only had the text.” “Oh, if that as any one need, said, marking out a diagram in the is all you want," said the parson, “I will furnish sand with the point of his sword, “ If I had com- that. Take this text from Solomon : 'It is better mand of a company, marching in column of platoons, to dwell in a corner of the house-top than with a right in front, and I wished to form line of battle, brawling woman in a wide house."" “Do you mean what order would I give ?"

me, Sir?” inquired the lady, quick. Oh, my LIEUT. “Yes."

dear," was the grave response, "you will not make CAPT. “Column of platoons? right in front?" a good sermonizer; you are too soon in your appliLIEUT. “Yes."

cation." CAPT. "And wished to form line of battle?" LIEUT. “Yes."

We have often heard the story of the wife of the CAPT, " I don't know !"

bishop who applied for admission to the private Mr. Regular sheered off at this reply, so naïvely grounds near the Cathedral, and was refused by the volunteered.

janitor. “But," said she, “ I am the bishop's lady;

let me in.” “And I couldn't do it if you were his And this also : Among our boys there is one Pri- wife," replied the faithful Cerberus. vate —, who pays little attention to the rights of But that is not equal to the passage between the meum and tuum; in fact, is a great thief. Some time Rev. Dr. Pearce and the woman who had the care since he was suffering from a severe illness, and, of the Temple Gardens when he was Master there. in the opinion of our regimental surgeon, could not It is a rule to keep them close shut during divine long hold out. The materials for his coffin were service on Sundays; but the Doctor being indisprepared, as the state of the weather would necessi- posed, and having no grounds attached to his resitate a speedy interment. He, however, got wind dence save the church-yard, wished to seize the quiet of what was going on, and, crawling from his bed, hour for taking a little air and exercise. He accordwhile he sent the nurse out for a moment, actually ingly rung the garden bell, and Rachel made her stole the nails intended for making his own coffin! appearance; but she flatly told him she should not If this is not a sample of the ruling passion strong let him in, as it was against the orders. “But I in death it is next door.

am the Master of the Temple," said Dr. P. "The

more shame for you,” said Rachel; "you ought to A CURLY-HAIRED urchin of not four summers, on set a better example!" The Doctor retired dead seeing Captain Steiner's army balloon during one of beat. its recent ascents at Philadelphia, exclaimed, “Oh, mamma! come look at this big top spinning in the “SAY John Sharp is a rogue" is a common exair! I guess it must be God's!"

pression in England when one wishes to affirm his

honesty. A good story and a true one is told as the MASTER WILLIE N is a little bright boy of origin of it. John Sharp, who was afterward Archfour or five years. Sometimes it becomes necessary bishop of York, when a student at Oxford had a for his mamma to administer a little wholesome dis- chum. One night Sharp was awoke by this chum, cipline as a corrective. Last winter, when the dip- who told him he had just dreamed that he (Sharp) theria was prevalent in town, Willie was a subject would be Archbishop of York. After some time he of the disease, just as he was recovering from the again awoke him, and said he had dreamt the same, measles. He was very sick, and we all feared he and was well assured he would arrive at that dignity, must die. His mamma, in a moment of despair, and asked him to promise, should he ever become. while gazing on the seemingly unconscious form of archbishop, to give him a good rectory, which he her darling son, thinking of the cold grave and its named. tender prey, remarked to her husband, “If Willie "Well, well,” said Sharp, “ you silly fellow, go only recovers, I'll never whip him again as long as to sleep; and if your dream, which is very unlikely, he lives." Willie did recover, and in a short time should come true, I promise you the living." it appeared that his will was superior to the dis- “By that time," said his chum, "you will have cipline of a sick bed. He had disobeyed orders and forgot me and your promise." provoked “a settlement.” About the time the “No, no,” says Sharp, " that I shall not; but if "smart" was to be inflicted he raised his little, keen, I do not remember you, and refuse you the living, black eyes, and looking straight into the face of his then say, John Sharp is a roque.mother, said, “You said if I got well you wouldn't After Dr. Sharp bad been archbishop some time, whip me any more.”

his old friend applied to him (on the said rectory

being vacant), and after much difficulty got admitThe last reason for stopping a newspaper is as- ted to his presence, having been informed by the signed in the following incident sent to the Drawer: servant that the archbishop was particularly en

I will not give you the name of the town in which gaged with a gentleman relative to the same rectory I live, for I am ashamed to associate it with the fact for which he was going to apply. The archbishop I am about to give you. One of my neighbors in was told there was a clergyman who was extremely conversation discovered so much ignorance of the importunate to see him, and would take no denial.

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