The national era. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1847-1860, 1853-10-06
For the National Era.
A DIARY.
BY MARTHA Russell


lcoNTINUED.l
Mar. l4h-Scene. A beautifully furnished
ro,m the chairs, tables sofa, aohaf-nOt &c,
lawn up AGAINST the wall with as much pre-
cson as a company Of the great Frederick's
sJGers-Miss Elizabeth Lytton seated ON an
t,Oman, reading Mrs. Browning's noble poem
casa Guidi Windows ENTER aunt Sewal-
who goes through with critical review of the
hrniture, occasionally passing her delicate
eambric handkerchief over tito see if Mary
Ia, left particle of dust, while she keeps up a
hind of rniserere over the carelessness Ct SER
wants and the troubles of housekeepers in gen.
ersl
Dear me, Mary hasn't half busted the
r,om Il is too bad to hire servants and do
voor work yourself! And that Sophie, too !
Elizabeth Don't you think that Sophie has
completely ruined my elegant coffee pot--melt-
ed of the spout | do feel as if should fly
every time think Of it Such an elegant one
as il was!"
Her old one was worth dozen of them she
had used it two years, and not a dent in it.
What did know about coffee pots
I saw my failure, and tried another tack
iSophie,s sorrow over the accident but this was
ony adding fuel to the FIRE.
Well she might be sorry. To know no bet
Ter then to set her urn down before red hot
range after ell she had done for her, too !!
and she tripped out of the room to receive q
morning call, and pour her SORROWS into
more approaching ear trust
As for me, the steam from that unfortunate
urn had completely dissolved my dreams of
glorious future for Italy 90 sat and wondered
why aunt's servants were supposed to be under
such infinite obligations to her, unless, indeed,
she looked at the matter phiosophically, and
considered herself in the light Of q Heaven
sent trial, to exercise them in the rare virtue
Of patience
Elizabeth is buried in this passage
THE dead upon their awful vantage ground,
The sun not in their faces, shall abstract
No more our strength we will not be discrowned
Though reasuring their crowns, nor deign transact
barter for the present, in q sound
For what was counted good in foregone days.
o dead, We shall no longer cling to us
will not be Oblivious
our own lives, because 70 lived before,
Nor OF our acts because We acted well
We thank ye that ye first Unattached the door
We will not mako it inaccessible
by thankings in the doorway any MORE" &C.
and looks up, with all the glorious hopes it
suggests warming her heart, and exclaims-
How beautiful %
Yes indeed, twice rs handsome AZ Mrs.
AS and cost only the same. And to think it
should be spoiled"
Elizabeth opens her great gray eyes in as
tonishment "How-what, aunt don't quite
understands
No. dare say not--no one ever does think
1t worth while to understand me or my trou-
ble9-yOur uncle never does. AS long as every
thing is on the table at the precise moment he
never asks how it has been done or how much
have been tried | said that that careless
Sophie had melted off the spout to my coffee
pot
1t was evident that aunt's usual pattern-ike
eqdanmlty was sorely disturbed, and that she
expected me to sympathize with her but bav-
ing never experienced the loss Of a coffee urn
spgot was somewhat mt loss what to say or
do--So ! merely suggested that it could be
nenled
Mended an old tinkered, mended thing
on my table," IN. b. Aunt prides herself on
setting the incest table in the neghborhood J
What would the Els and the F's think ?"
lyentured another suggestion, that she might
purchase another And 30 she might, she
hoped, dozen if she choose, but they would
not be half 30 good as her old one. Mr. RS
assOrtment she didn't want any one to tell her
about such things
N0U. l4h.-I was sitting by the table to.
day, tmproUiSng all sorts of designs upon q
piece Of Bristol board, and thinking over my
hrSt lesson 10 drawing and the quizzcsl face Of
my master" when he asked me whether it
"a Intended for horse or a house, when
aunt looked up from the wristband she was
stitching, and asked what was doing.
Not much of anything" | answered. 81
sat down to make horse for little hubby Lee y
Is that child here again, today she ask.
ed sharply.
No, promised him some days ago.
! really should think, Elizabeth that child
oad enough to spoil him, without you. His
mother and grandmother make fool of him
ana Mary, she must be running home every
V'her day TO see him-Or, what is worse he il
brought over here. ] shall put stop to this
can't abide children
looked up in her pretty, delicate, well-kepi
'ace' IN wondering surprise but when, mo-
1uen' alter, she turned and spoke so caressing.
10 her pet canary, knew that in the above
SsSruon The had beied herself and the good
pTa' Earth without children Oh, do not
veneye that He sends a single soul into this
sou. , p" Dear long weary years Of toll and
chaSN nn6rghtened by the love for little
S w;m No, nor that Heaven can be Heaven
,hs ut childish faces and childish voices, or
tn. aradlse was quite Paradise without
howe how, did not shock aunt by my heresies
"oS but said, gaily--
a nsnb o9n't wonder at Mary. II ] had such
at y. ", ! would 90 twice as far to get look
enoaD5 ,neathy happy face, any day. 1t il
IwiI 70 pat one in good humor for month
mad Just such boy 10
estL shocked her, but had only time Il
sIohef Why, Elizabeth Lytton!n when
y laugh, followed by dcep voice cry.
right, true, honest womanIv w;sI
yNck 70 the truth, Bessie, and shame the asv;l !;
'"t.ed mo, and turned to zee the smnls n,o.
Huons of DR.. e., filing the door. vsv vb;I.
us cheerful intelligent face beaned down uno,,
from above the barriers of his fur cola
'I'n' heart-inspirng as the sun itsclf
"a sprang forward to meet him, for shor,
,aues' has made me acquainted with his excel.
S; and, what is better, won him to be my
h,o' but stopped short when he moved hi
oad shoulders as. de, and saw that he ~as &C.
hSS pan'ed by H., and Harold T.; T., whom
a' not met in more than year
ht , ncy have some control over my nerves
oths. s rushing current Of blood is quite an.
wats, u'ng felt il pouring to my heart like
iorwna mill race, impelling me TO spring
E.snaya and meet him but mastered IT, and
palm as with my hand buried in his great
'he Doctor went on
Your sa. aong h and pay your respects Il
aunt Mr.. I, let me Introduce Won 10 a
'Oung Trend Of nina Nj. rG.aL~sr