The Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1837-1867, 1845-08-18


Il don't think Mrs. Belcher would benefit any one
very much, must confess replied Louisa. And
further say, don't think you would either just
now
Indeed Miss Holman! Very grateful.
But Mrs. Becher is exception to tho generality
ofpoople,' Louisa said, after a brief smile at her
friends remark. She rattlos at such desperate
rate, that you can say much, and whatever subject
you may introduce, she dsmsses it with tho utmost.
nonchoance, If does not suit her taste, and spins
her own top again. She seems 10 possess mind in
which nothing will sink; you oaly strike the sur
face which sends every thing back with rebonnd.
Yet we know there germs of goodness ia Der, as
well in other people,
'Of course, suppose So, was GATHERINGS half in
different reply,
STILL pursued Louisa, 1T must be our duty to
keep within the sphere Of the people unless we are
we may not be Influenced by others moro than
influence. | am perfectly willing and even
DESTROYS to lessen intimacy with Mrs Belcher,
far may, without exciting unpleasant feelings
in her
Nonsense returned Catharne lit won't hurther,
If her indignation is a little reused Her sphere, as
you call it, and mine don't agree, l can assure you.
The,e some persons always leave in some
what fte,ted state of mind, even if nothing has oc
Cured, but what appeared perfectly pie nsant. am
great believer in spiritual afinities,-the tones OF
my heart don't hurmonize with every one have
often only had good look at person, and my
feelings have gone forth in glad friendship which has
grown a thousand times warmer, acquanNnce.-
Again have met person daily for months, and
have felt little interest than if article Of
furniture had fallen in my way. act upon such i'm
pulses
hat is nnit tn aay acir iuhtlV Rut whit n
I'll we get home, free from the noise OF these rafting
carriages then We will have u TALK They quick
ened their pace.
'Cutharino, said Louisa, seriously, when they
were again seated in her dressing room, you told me
of fault this morning; now let me tell you Of one;
and listen to me without any bursts Of impotence
You are very gifted and you know it. You bril-
lian,--you joyruy ponr the riches of your mind
where you know you will he appreciated and admir-
ed. But those who cannon symPulhso with you men
tally, you treat with Indifference, which, in my
pinion springs from selfshness'
Caiharine's proud lip curved at this charge. The
impetuous blood shed over her face and retreated
again, before she made her calm reply. why do
you think il springs from selfshness7'
Because you ouy try to please where you will
win the need of admiration from superior mind
You never try to make feeble heart lighter and
stronger by your gifts
at is only noble intellect that my slum
, boring powers-a weak ono cannot bid its treasures
flow forth. Perhaps you right, perhaps | am
selfish. know am. am strange being / sup
pose, and Catharines voice grew sad, 4 sometimes
feel as If my powers bound n-as III moth
ing. II is only when touch chord in gifted
heart that vibraes with strangely joyful thrill, and
tells me what | am-full Of stiAed, unsatsfed aspra-
tions-or glorious thoughts, which Seldom too sell
dom meet and echo, then learn whal might have
been if placed in congenia atmosphere; il suffered
to commune with kindred and higher spirits. The
society 90 in choes up both heart and mind; what
wonder is it that am, as am? Day after day this
ceaseess monotony: when taste the cup of mental
ioy it is only to regret afterwards that il dashed
away. My God must it always be thusp the young
enthusiast paused; the glow OF her cheek had deep
ened, and she raised her eyes upward filed with
the light Of stong feeling hot tear fell; both were
silent for time, with upspringing thoughts busy ii
their hearts, Catharine went calmly: y
have sometimes wished that was a gentle being
formed to soften-and bess--to be beloved by every
one. yearn for sympathy,-to be appreciatcd,-l
J. ask for deep draught ofthe joy ofiIeaven. Ant
t then again, flood of bitterness, such passionate
|
Yes, they are called gifts, blessed gilts-what have
O they made life to me What is life, but tissue O
pain and care and crushed feelngs' bright spot 81
> rarely seen. Am as happy
I The young girl stopped without finishing the sen
tence, and leaning forward burst into flood OF pas
sionate tears. The deep flush that had crossed he
i listeners check, while she was speaking, the tear
that sprung to her eyes, and tho culver of the lip sh
" tried to render firm showed that the words of Caha
rine had stirred up in her breast feelings which ono
=, might have responded more quickly. Seating her
self on low stool at her friends feet she buried he
face in her hands moment, then raising tshe plead
ed in her low, earnest voice
II .Catharine, OH Catharine, for your own sake
don't feel So You do not look upon lie n
10 YOU should. You see all through your ow
" perverted vision-you morbid in your feeling
Mt You garner up world of intense spen
it upon your own aching heart. have felt So an
~ sometimes even now that fountain OF bitter wa