Daily national era. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1854, 1854-01-14
For the National Era.
MRS. CRUPPs CONTRIBUTION
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But no master OF the bali ever grew 20 dizzy
in arraying, steadying gniding his fantastic
toed subjects. The fun was old, before the
play began and, sick at heart for the wasted
day, | closed my eyes upon the mad rehearsal
vowing to dream no more. But the next day
brought divers calls for money, which | an
swered with confident dignity, ayes, I'll attend
TO it, and then went to my room, to cry heart
lily, and turn over the three cents in the treas
ury; the dim coppers somehow Suggesting ten
talents, five, two, one, and napkin And so
n sordid gloss came over the divine teaching
and the temptation, shifting its side, whispered
In the other ear, "Try again-if these airy
nothings persist in moving after their own
sweet will puppets may be made to work by
wires, and to pay the Snowman
This time, ! went to work But you are very
tired and no wonderland as for you, little
one, apologized my aunt turning to Sue, 81
have been talking over your head for the last
two hours
The damsel threw up her bright brown
curls, with an air that rather defed anybody
20 talk over them, and protested, 81 know pref
ty well what you are talking about if don't
understand all the long words-and they are
here on my slate waiting TO be looked out in
tine dictionary While politely intimated,
that to stop now, after bringing us by 30 long 4
circuit Just TO the verge Of her story actual would
be simply Ddste !, knowing that, here, had
Aunt Hepey on the hipn-she had set her
lips firmly but this opened them.
Well then, if you want my pressing, yon
can have plenty more Of IL for the outlines OF
that long time ago are all sharply clear TO me,
asd the filing comes back, strangely, as
talk, TO the smallest item-even the stratagcms
by which cleared the way to the first at
tempt at writing, the security felt for fifteen
minutes till the first interruption occur
red, and then the ingenious succession Of expe-
dents, by which my promised long morning
was divided between literature and house
.wifery; tho very look Of two or three dissatis-
fed faces that spurred me on, with the hope of
sometime ministcring more freely to their
whims, or answering more freely to their
claims could tell every one Of them on my
fingers You ought 10 be thankful to get over
that really longest Of forenoons with SO little
description
! wrote rapidly for, as | said, | went TO
work in earnest this time, and warmed TO IT,
in spite OF all hindrances But, when il came
to the reading over. A highly-fguratiye clcr.
ical friend, VINO nDralized everything, from
finder-box TO n parallax once assured me that
his old sermons were "moral emeticsD TO hin,
Tho elegant metaphor fitted my novel sensa-
tons at this crisis. My grand ideas, the har-
monisus combination Of characters incidents.
and principles. and their embodiment ain tic
rare" differed too grotesquely it was too
much
And then, 10 forego tho amusement Of squib-
bling at other people, by going over into tic
ranks, to be shot at myself-no: the expert
ment must kinde the kitchen fre--its light
could no farther 20.
And forihxrtth q Gaxca acc,c,.x, co...l i.
for my family defrauded Of the revenue which
my genius was to have supplied, were entitled
TO compensation in some form. | would not
put into your young heads all the vulgar frac.
tons thai filed mine, or all the pinching WAYS
by which ! compelled myself 70 feel mean.
Perhaps ! was not quite equal TO one Of my
friends, whose intense economy deserves 10 be
held in memory and who, being Just married
and fully supplied With everything in the world
she could want could only indulge her eager
ness 10 make sacr fees and help her husband.
by restricting heryelf Of comfortable clothing.
thereby b save washing. But perhaps too,
my expedients were not much more 10 the pur.
pose (; for, in my zeal 10 take care Of the pence,
the pounds did take care OF themselves, most
unsocountably. Aud the conviction returned
upon me, that should never become "a treas
ure 70 my husband, by my saving Of candle
ends and bits Of butter. SO the writing mania,
no longer efry-thought, haunted me again
And whom, at midsummer, my room was dark
ened, lay ~ the old sunshine, peopled thick
with stories thas would have told themselves
could the hands that layidIy on the coverlet
have held pen. Tho first leisure Of health
Was to be gvea 70 their etching; but that race
after leisure had in itself more funny items
than would bear any construction Of probabili-
W IN the telling, ~ successive experiences; and
when, under any extra imposition az so-calei
help Il gfoaned, despairipg'y, What shaH
1 do with her ~ & Put her 10 the book was
the only answef that gave me tho least c0nso.
laticn Months of experiments and failures