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gray eyes glisten with excitement as the speed gradually increases. Soon he gives an impatient gesture, and asks the astonished conductor, "Can't thee go a little faster, friend?" Now the velocity is at its highest. The Quaker's eye has a mad twinkle about it, as with still greater impatience he beseeches the conductor to put on all possible speed, utterly unconscious of the merriment which he is making among the party. Passing over the Lehigh Valley Railroad to Easton we have the Lehigh River continually at our left, and are frequently reminded of the terrible freshet which swept this whole valley last year. It was all the more destructive

on account of the damming up of the river to fill the Lehigh Canal; for these dams, being suddenly swept away, let down immense volumes of water into the narrow defiles below. Many lives were lost, and many instances are recorded of the miraculous preservations of life. One of the most remarkable of these instances occurred at Hokendanqua, just above Allentown. A father went away to carry some articles of great value to a place of safety, leaving his two young children in bed, intending immediately to return to their rescue. But he came too late. The waters had already rendered access to the house impossible. Now here is the

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marvel. Instead of drowning the children, the inflowing waters gently lifted the bed upon which they lay, and saved their lives. They were not even moistened by the water! It was this freshet which, breaking up the canal, so greatly increased the price of coal last year.

Bethlehem, twelve miles above Easton, is noted as an ancient Moravian settlement. The old edifices built by the Brethren still remain. It is very interesting to go through the Moravian burial-ground. Here are buried, with the utmost indiscrimination, Indians, negroes, and white men. The Moravian Society in this country was in reality a missionary organization, and is to be considered as such. Their great aim was the conversion of the Indians; and it is beautiful to look upon these Indian graves, and to think of the Christian love with which the Moravians regarded the poor savage even in death.

Easton is one of the oldest boroughs of Pennsylvania. Confined originally to the lower grounds it has literally climbed up over the surrounding hills. Altogether it is a quaint old town,

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having about it all the peculiarities of a Penn- THE BATTLE AND TRIUMPH OF sylvania borough, one of the commonest of which is a plentiful abundance of lager-bier.

From Easton we return on the Central Railroad of New Jersey back to New York, having seen probably a greater variety of natural scenery than is usually the lot of railroad travelers, and having witnessed some of the most remarkable specimens of human ingenuity and skill which the country can furnish. Besides these attractions to the tourist, there are few regions in which a summer vacation can be more pleasantly passed.

ITINERARY OF THE ROUTES DESCRIBED.

L. NEW YORK TO WILKESBARRE.-Starting from Jersey City at 8 A.M. the tourist will reach Hampton Junction, 60 miles distant, at 11 o'clock, which is the only time when it is possible to secure a connection with the Delaware, Lackawanna, and Western Railroad. Immediately availing himself of this connection he reaches the Water Gap, 26 miles beyond, at 1 P.M. Supposing him to stop over at the Gap for one night, he will resume his journey at 1 o'clock the next day to Scranton, 57 miles further to the northwest. Stopping at Scranton overnight, the next morning he takes the 10 o'clock train for Kingston, 17 miles distant, on the Lackawanna and Bloomsburg Railroad, from which point he is taken by stage to Wilkesbarre, about a mile from the station, arriving there about 3 o'clock P.M. The trip to Prospect Rock, 3 miles to the east of the town, may be, with the exception of the last 200 yards, taken by carriage. The tourist will stop at Wilkesbarre overnight.

II. FROM WILKESBARRE TO HARRISBURG.-The tourist who takes the longer of the two routes which we have described in the foregoing pages will leave Wilkesbarre at 9 A. M. of the fourth day, reaching Danville, 50 miles further down the valley, at noon. Stopping over for a day -as he must, if he stop at all-he will reach Northumberland, twelve miles distant, at 1 the next day. From this point, at 10 o'clock of the following day (the fifth), he proceeds 53 miles to Harrisburg over the Northern Central Railroad, arriving at 1 P.M. If he stays at Harris burg overnight he will proceed at 8 A.M. on the following day to Lebanon, 26 miles distant, which he will reach a little after 9. After paying a visit to the Cornwall Ore Banks, by a special railway accommodation, he will take" the 3 P.M. train for Reading, 28 miles from Lebanon. From Reading he may immediately proceed to Allentown, via East Pennsylvania Railroad, over a distance of 36 miles. The next morning, at 5.30 A.M., he starts for Bethlehem, about fifteen minutes' ride over the Lehigh Valley Railroad; stopping at which point till 1 P.M., he moves on to Easton, 12 miles further down the Lehigh River. He will then have five hours at Easton before taking the 6.30 P.M. train, via Central Railroad of New Jersey, to New York-a distance of 75 miles.

The route thus described from New York and back takes one week, and traverses 457 miles, giving time for examining the more important objects of interest, though there are several points where an additional day may be pleas

antly spent.

III. WILKESBARRE TO MAUCH CHUNK.-Supposing the tourist to prefer the shorter of our tours from Wilkesbarre, on the morning of the fourth day, instead of pursuing his course down the Wyoming Valley, he will proceed by stage from Wilkesbarre at 7.30 A.M. to the dépôt of the Lehigh and Susquehanna Railroad, 5 miles up the mountain. At White Haven, taking the stage to Eckley, he arrives about noon, proceeding thence directly by Hazleton Railroad to Beaver Meadow Junction, where he will take the Beaver Meadow Railroad to Mauch Chunk, arriving there about the middle of the afternoon. The next morning he will take the trip over the Gravity Roads and Switch-back, starting at 8 A.M., and returning in time for the Lehigh Valley 4 o'clock train to Allentown, 29 miles from Mauch Chunk. Thence his course to New York will be the same as by the longer route.

DR. SUSAN.

IN TWO PARTS.-PART II.

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V.-BATTLE, BUT NO TRIUMPH EITHER WAY. YLVERIE BEAMES, D.D., lay on a settee in one corner, Paul Remy sat in a very easy rocking-chair in another corner, his feet on several cane-bottom chairs. All this, besides considerable else more remarkable, went on in the south parlor of Beech-Wold; a large room with several pleasant windows through which the sun suffused every body; a room where backward patients were forced, like cucumbers under glass. In hydropathic institutions cure of any thing more serious than a tooth-ache takes at the least several years.

There were others in this room than Sylverie Beames, D.D., and myself. A number of ladies with their crochet-needles-their sofa-patterns to embroider, their chair-tidies to knit, and other nice little dextrous feminine finger-work to do— were distributed in lines of graceful irregularity all about the large, bright room, but near enough to the southwest window to hear the voice that was reading there from between the lips of Miss Helen Talfourd. And sitting perfectly upright, with her arms folded in the usual self-gathered, self-embraced manner, Dr. Susan occupied a tall-backed arm-chair, whose stiffness her presence in it converted into something like a very imposing dignity. She was having a short furlough that afternoon from her patients-all of whom were either asleep, out on pedestrian tours, in the south parlor with us, or miraculously able-if awake and confined to their roomsto endure a few minutes without personal professional assurance that they were not to be removed to a better world before tea-time.

The book that Helen was reading was some kind of "Terrace" or other, I forget what exactly. It is said to have been intended for Sunday-schools.

According to the theory about that class of books, this "Terrace" is an eminent success, it being universally laid down and received that the way to make children and youth anxious about the life to come is to render them thoroughly disgusted with this.

The book, however, was the best perhaps in our limited library of fiction. Dr. Laurence Medlicott was a thorough Puritan, and believed that however much happiness, or wickedness, or goodness, or misery there might be in the world, it was very wrong to assert these facts in any form but a sermon. Besides that, fiction he thought was altogether too much of a stimulus to the inflammable minds of patients, and before I left Beech-Wold I half agreed with him. So that there was never seen within the four clap-boarded sides of the cure a leaf of Scott, Dickens, Bulwer, Charles Reade, Hawthorne, Cooper, Miss Mulock-any body else worth reading.

Another reason for reading "Terrace," was that Sylverie Beames loved that mild prepara

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tion; and the ladies, to generalize, loved Syl- should be at every fireside." Mrs. Hamilcar verie Beames. I see that somebody's liquid Hall-a lady whose husband lives in North Vesextract of something restores vigor to the ex-pasian, a few States off, but who has congestion hausted frame and color to the pallid cheek-at of the surfaces, and therefore passes her years least so it is stated in the advertising columns at Beech-Wold, also a desire to go about doing of several dailies. Now, I take it that no more good, and therefore does not stay at the fireside cruel and felonious deed could have been con- where Mr. Hamilcar Hall toasts his undarned ceived by the smouldering heart of personal heels-looks at me with at least three tracts conmalice, than to have administered the proper centrated into each eye, and nods approvingly at dose, as ordered in the directions on the wrap- Mr. Sylverie Beames, as much as to say, "You've per, of this same stuff to Sylverie Beames. His done for that Remy!" But that Remy is not done pallid cheek was his capital; to use the language for. Truth crushed to earth rises again, and in of sporting characters, he "traveled" on his ex- my person replies, elastically, to Dr. Beames: "I hausted frame. Whoever robbed him of these can see no reason why that should make any had stolen what not enriched him and made difference. Your ministerial friend did not say Beames poor indeed. Woman will adore, and why it should be at every fireside. He may have where physical prostration is the symbol of spir- been a jolly old chap-" itual exaltation, there will always be a little coterie of idolators around the settee where Feebleness lieth.

All the Ladies (with four or five exceptions, in unison with Beames as Conductor). "The Reverend Dr. Podgers a jolly old chap!"

I (continuously). "Or if--as your exclamation seems to indicate, for I am so wretched as not to know Podgers personally—he be habitually miserable, altogether, in fact, of the "grand, gloomy, and peculiar" order of men, then this opinion of his may have been a spasmodic scintillation of wit, such as even the best and stupidest of our race are not entirely safe from. By "at every fireside" he undoubtedly meant just on the top of the grate, or, possibly at the bottom, for kindling purposes. And I can see no objection to that, except that pitch-pine is only a penny a bunch and this comes at one dollar."

This afternoon we came, I remember, to the most exciting-or, pardon me, Truth-I should say, the least tame portion of the book. The incidents I can not recollect; I only know that the most thrilling catastrophe was the hero's getting a sprained ankle, which called forth floods of sympathy and opodeldoc. But the general impression upon us was that two young people, who loved one another (as much as two such meek-souled geese could) had a great deal of trouble, and did all sorts of foolish things, and got into a variety of scrapes most irritating to any sensible reader, when manifestly all that was wanting was to call the parson, have the thing done up, and go into a one-story house embow- As I say this I notice Miss Talfourd's color ered with honey-suckles, to be happy on an in- come and go, while her blue eyes run anxiousgrain carpet, till the young man's paternal rela- ly, first from me to the company who listen, tive, who was abundantly able, came down like then back again. She is exquisitely beautiful; a gentleman and gave the young couple, now I see it more clearly than ever before. restored to favor, a freestone structure where I notice Dr. Susan also. She is holding herthey could share bliss on Brussels. This solu-self in with those resolute arms all the more tion of the difficulty, which occurred to every being with Causality marked above at the end of every paragraph, seemed to have escaped the notice of the very acute author altogether. Or, perhaps, it only struck her at the end of Vol. I., and she had determined to perform II., whose hash would have been settled by accepting this settlement. My patience, even when I'm perfectly well, has bounds. These, however, draw closer when, as at Beech-Wold, it occurs that I am a valetudinarian. So, at the close of one page, and taking advantage of Helen Talfourd's pause for turning over, I broke forth as follows: Paul Remy. "Excuse me for interrupting; but really isn't it rather stupid in those people not to go and get married? One can't help feeling as if the lack of a little ready money were at the bottom of that fellow's incapacity, and wanting to offer him the loan of a five-dollar bill to pay the parson if you could only find where to direct to him!"

Sylverie Beames (with mild surprise, and speaking as from authority). "The book is decidedly moral in its tone. The Rev. Polygonus Podgers, one of our ablest divines, has said, 'It

sternly, but her strong, masculine mouth trembles as if she were nearly saying something. And I can not help thinking that her eyes flash; and she seems somewhat elated when I finish my sentence with such provoking coolness. But as she throws a side glance at Sylveric Beames the under lip curls.

Dr. Sylverie Beames (in a tone of severe and final calmness). "The Reverend Polygonus Podgers I have the honor of being personally acquainted with. He is not the person to indulge in a levity when his judgment is asked on an important topic. It is a source of deep regret that Mr. Remy does not vouchsafe his admiration to the book. It is also a consolation to consider that we are not entirely without authority for approving it, even though that authority be only the Reverend Polygonus Podgers."

I. "It would seem very silly for me to waste so much time in discussing a subject of so little importance, besides being ill-mannered, as an interruption of Miss Talfourd and those who like to hear the book read; but the whole affair takes an entirely different shape when an effort is made to clear a thing of the charge of stupidity

by telling us that a certain gentleman likes the stupid thing. To cram objection down the throats of thinking people who try to utter it with a wad of Polygonus Podgers! Who knows but Mr. Podgers may be stupid himself? The thing has happened, obviously to several of us who have used our eyes in the world. In which case, by the law of affinities, Mr. Podgers would like stupid things; and recommend thein; and, with some people, succeed in stuffing them down. No, Dr. Beames, I do not assert that your clerical friend is stupid. I can not doubt that other than stupid people may possibly like this book; but the place where I must come to issue with you is not on the mere book-question at all, but on the ground of this very intrusion of 'authority' into the discussions of men and women of sense."

Dr. Susan. "Good! Mr. Remy, good! like to hear you say so.

authorities.' It is by this same Reason, or some measure of it, that you come to those general convictions on which you erect even your superstructure of faith in Podge. Permit us also to use our reason, even though something quite else than Podge should be the climax of its results. The fact is, that I am quite sick of one thing (if I may be permitted to speak of myself) which I have seen a great deal of in my life. To speak in general terms, it is the practice of sending our belief, like our washing, to be done out of the house for us by some individual schoolman, doctor, parson, or some collective body— some Faith-Factory carried on by combination within the bosom of an Ism or an Ology. It might be an altogether different matter on one condition, viz.: that after our belief was all boiled out, clear-starched, sprinkled, folded, I ironed, and sent home to us, the individual or combination aforesaid were quite responsible for it to the great scrutinizing Host of Souls, to whose Eternal Feast we have to repair, and in Whose presence it is highly desirable we should be decently clothed and not found naked! Could we but say in answer to this nature-thrilling, stern, real question, Where is thy soulgarment?' 'Look to my Soul-Laundry-Man for that,' there might be some convenience in the arrangement, though a man of high honor would feel even then, meseems, uncomfortable at find.

As Dr. Susan said this her face lighted up into a look of defiant strength that made me think of a "Zenobia Promachos" that I had stood before for half a morning of growing surprise and delight in the Luxembourg. I forget who was the painter; but if he never did any thing else, this wonderful head of that great, strong, unfortunate, and unwomanly woman, as she looked leading on the death-trample of war, ought to have brought him more fame than he has. This expression on Dr. Susan's face show-ing his own individuality so superseded, his own ed me pretty plainly what sort of a warfare her mis-embodied soul had waged with society in general. I sat close by her and Helen Talfourd, and the latter and I were probably the only ones that heard her encouraging remark to me: such was the susurrus that ran through the feminine group in answer to my challenge-as it seemed to them-to Sylverie Beames, D.D.

responsibility so blotted out. Still a lazy man would find advantages on the side of this way of doing things, could he say, 'Yes, this mere rag of a no-belief is pretty indecent for a soul of broad and emergent parts-J'y consens!-but so it was sent home to me by Professor Parker Pillsbobbery-talk to him about it!' or, 'I know it; this motley suit, this absurd harlequin fit, this maccaroni drapery of mine, is all very ridiculous up here, as must be apparent to the eyes of assembled Heaven, but this is the first time I've paid the least attention to it. Per

Helen Talfourd did not speak. But another of those thrills of color and motion passed over her countenance. Her eyes met mine. She smiled with a proud sympathy; then blushed; and again I said to myself, "Beautiful, exceed-mit me to refer you to Dr. Asparagus Mudge, ingly!"

who on earth did my believing for me. Here's his card—“A. Mudge, LL.D.—goes out to do believing by the day, or takes it in, satisfaction

Dr. Sylverie Beames. "I can not say that I feel quite adequate to a discussion just now. Perfect quiet is necessary for my complaint-warranted." the trouble being bronchial principally. I hope to be able to give my views at some other time on this subject of authority.' Till then let all of us, or as many as possible, seek to follow in the steps of those blessed men, who, like Dr. Podgers, have devoted a lifetime to the study of theology. We can not be led very far astray -not as far, Mr. Remy, as if we followed our own poor, blind, erring reason. And now shall we have the next chapter of-'Terrace ?'"

I. "Not only now, but forever if it lasts so long, after one moment. The question of the book, as I said before, is of no practical importance. But it is of great importance to every body that Reason should not be called poor, or blind, or erring. For Heaven's sake, don't let us stultify ourselves by vilifying the highest 'authority' we have, if we're going to stick to

Now, if satisfaction could be warranted, this would all be very nice. Charming! But if in fact up at that Tribunal of All-Soulswhere every honorable man wishes to be judged, and every man, honorable or caitiff, must bethere is no such word as 'proxy' ever uttered; if there the only question is as to what I have done for my own manhood, and even the purest white robe, bought, begged, stolen, or borrowed from another man, will not cover me from just search, then, I say, it is criminal folly and dishonesty for me to pretend to accept in this life any one else's opinion unproved by myself-be it æsthetic, ethical, theological, any thingknowing, as I do, that in a higher life it will fail me, and I shall be brought miserably to shame!"

All silent except Sylverie Beames, who observes in a bored tone of would-be satire,

"A very great deal upon a very small sub- | continued. Each just as he had been, and just ject, viz., 2 volumes, 540 pages, 12mo."

Helen Talfourd (excitedly). "Dr. Beames, how can you be so unfair? You know it's not a book, but a principle, Mr. Remy is speaking of." Dr. S. Beames. "Victory perches on the banner of any foe of mine when fair woman is the standard-bearer."

Cunning dog! he knew what a certain way this would be to rally his feminine admirers.

Numerous Ladies (coming to the rescue). "I must say I agree entirely with Mr. Beames." "Mr. Remy, your sentiments strike me as being very dangerous." "What kind of an ism do

you believe in, Mr. Remy ?" "Aren't you a Hicksite?" "Isn't that what the Free-Lovers believe?" All this, together with much more of the same sort, such as the lovely sex talks when it launches out upon that sea of polemic strife which no man ever sailed very admirably, and no woman other than most amusingly, because there one must voyage by the compass of School-Logic; and her compass, though she have a brain like Aristotle, can never be any thing else than Heart-Love.

Dr. Susan now arose, and the sight of her commanding form, towering several feet above the highest din, obtained instant audience for her very calm voice.

"Ladies," she said, "we are not setting these gentlemen a good example. Our voices are too high-too rapid. Dr. Laurence is Dr. Beames's physician; but I know the Reverend Gentleman will say for me that he ought not to talk with his throat as it is. Mrs. Hall, your high color indicates a necessity for return to the use of Aconite, six times a day, as before. Miss De Quaile, your head is slightly congested, you may take a warm foot-bath at 98° this afternoon instead of your plunge. Mrs. Bunnie, your febrile symptoms will not be overcome unless you are faithful with that Belladonna, and quiet. And Mr. Remy, as your physician, I must enjoin perfect freedom from excitement; you have already said much more than can be answered, unless your opponents obtain two requisites."

All at once. "What are they? What are they ?"

Dr. Susan. "Permission from me to excite yourselves by saying any thing, and something to say."

"Miss Talfourd, are you tired of reading; is your voice tired, I mean ?" continued Dr. Susan. "No, dear, I will read on very willingly if the rest care to hear this stupid story."

It

I looked at Helen Talfourd with surprise. was the first time that she had expressed directly any sympathy in my opinion; and I sought her face to see if there was any sarcasm there which did not discover itself in her tone. No; and I thought she was more beautiful than ever -so conceited are men!

as all people do, after however much and fierce discussion, persistently continued. But with one exception-the one you would least think of-viz., Dr. S. Beames himself, who, after all his profession of faith in Dr. Polygonus Podgers and that eminent divine's opinion of "Terrace," failed to prove it by persistent works, and most incontinently went to sleep on his settee from mere exhaustion at the hearing of his own favorite book. Thus he was detected to his great confusion when bath-hour came, and we all broke up, each to repair to his several ducking.

In

This was the last time that Dr. Susan, Miss Talfourd, or I ever attended one of those readings wherein Dr. Beames was the umpire, and Dr. Podgers the standard of polite taste. But we had numerous little readings of our own. which we three sat drinking the wine of high thoughts at the same festal board with StarCrowned Goethe; with Schiller the Forever Loved and Loving; and with that tender, woman-hearted Giant-Soul, Jean Paul, did we "play at bowls with the sun and moon." Likewise with Dickens, Kingsley, Carlyle, and other such like "Muscular Christians," who look The Bad of the present day fiercely in the eyes and throttle it-not run away and creep into some such Sluggard's Heaven of cowardly talent as making meaningless, and therefore worse than useless, books, at so much a volume. VI.-WHICH BEGINS WITH A PRESENT BLOUSE,

AND ENDS WITH A FUTURE WEDDING-COAT.

From about the date of the last-recited conversation the lines of demarkation grew quite strong at Beech-Wold. The principle of classification was devotion or non-devotion to Beames. Besides Helen Talfourd, Dr. Susan, and myself, there were two or three who gave our minority at least negative support, by not utterly extinguishing their own personality in Beames, and having ideas of their own, even though they kept quiet about them.

The majority made Beames a dressing-gown; also a pair of slippers; a muffler for wet weather; a pair of big woolly mittens, like the lamb that Mary had, with fleece as white as snow; lamp-mats; kneeling-cushions. Endless arrangements.

One day Helen Talfourd, Dr. Susan, and I were in the bowling-alley together, and stood at a window looking into the gymnasium. Lo! Sylverie Beames, in his canary-colored gown with mazarine-blue facings, flitting hither and thither, like some rare and gorgeous tropical bird among the stately shafts of the plumycrowned columnar palm-latter represented by the climbing poles of the gymnasium.

"It is a shame!" said Miss Talfourd. "It is a shame!" echoed Dr. Susan. "What is a shame?" asked I, not being gifted with the in

Dr. Susan. "Very well, then read away, tuitive woman-sympathies which made them dear!"

So Helen continued. And the rest continued.

understand each other.

"Why, that you have no dressing-gown, to And I continued. And Dr. Sylverie Beames be sure!" answered Miss Talfourd.

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