The Perrysburg journal. [volume] (Perrysburg, Ohio) 1853-1861, 1856-11-27

hat bright life reaches up from that night.
i What patiencs they had with me How gently
they treated my faults, and encouraged and
strengthened my virtues And then to think of
the pains and money they expended on my educa-
tion Father and mother in spirit and in truth
have they been TO mel .".U.
"And to think that now that little hou seless or
phan tirl is fsmous-that great men call her gf
ted and her name is familiar sound in the cottage
homes of the North, and among the fair valleys Of
/ the South. .f... 81. . ..
Sometimes lie awake in the night time Just
did in the old child days, and 1t all seems like
dream.
What visions OF fame l used to have just We
years ago and now they are all gone. wish
could feel for a single hour Just as did when my
first poem was published in the Stony Creek Ex-
celsior 70
al begin to find now how little fame can satisfy
life, heart-how small and meagre it is. after
all.
Il IL have bscn asking myself to-day if am
happy; and my heart did not answer yes only
my conscience and intellect said ''you ought to
be- :"
"There is some longing Within me that Is not
satisfied, some capacity Of intense hapl mass in
my nature that has never ben called out. What
isit Dumb silences of my heart answer ye me,
what is it
"And now. Muriel lIeith, what have you been
writing1 Something you would not for worlds that
mortal eyes should see and yet cannot be wrong,
for you would not BLUSH to lay it before the angels
) which are in heaven.
;, Certainly was never In love-there goes the
supper bell |"
No Murel Heith, you wero never in love, but
woman's hearth as outspoken on that last page
Of the journal you carefully lock away
And while the young suthoress was writing
theae Words a gentleman was pacing up and
down the parlor of the Stony Creek hotel.
!, He was young. not very. but still he could not
have crossed far beyond thirty tall and e.look.
ing, with thin, spirited, Saxon face, and large
piercing eyes. Twelve years ago you listened to
: solloquy Of his in Mrs. Wards front chamber.
The student boy has not forgotten his old habit in
, his ripper manhood.
"It's lucky got rid Of that picnic this AFTER.
noon what a namby PANTY affair it would have
been How many hours Of mans natural lite he
has to be bored for cOurtesys sake 1t really is
too much for the very small stock Of patience with
which nature endowed me. .. - ..|
l "To-morrow l think I'll meet mother in New
York-Oh. there's that call on the authoress. I'm
, fraternity, but then l must keep my word.
man authoress an ambominable creation a
being with brains and no heart No doubt We
shall be entertained W th lecture on the intellec
tual superiority Of women to men, and her mani
lest political destiny. . r
Literary women always have many hobbies
TO ridel wonder If this one takes snuff and
! drinks strong tea. didn't ask her name even.--
: No great wonder that ohm called me hater Of the
S sex. Ard yet how much profOunder is my admi-
h ration, my reverence, my hope for woman than is
his and yet il ia because individually she falls
far below my deal that am thus ynical and bit.
er.
al ought to get married aud settle down to my
: professoil, after rambling for ten years all over
the face of the earth. Nobody knows this better
] than do. But where on earth shall l find the
, woman to elect my wife 2 need her to walk with
, me, but she must be a woman with true, deep.
loving heart and cultivated mind and tastes, else
2 she could not be my companion. want = woman
. who can synpathiEe with inc in my longings, to
bless and to elevate humanity, who reverences the
s good snd the true-a woman whose love shall in
| spre and bless me, harmoniHing and filing out
y my ltfe---a woman whom can love with all this
, great capacity for loving, which proves its object
4 must be somewhers--a woman to whom my heart
couli bow down reVerently and say, my queen,
my conqueTor ," . DID,. - .-
4 oh, Norman Guilds, while you spoke the angel
a passed by that way
i "This is the place said John Lawton as he
:, opened the front door of the parsonage. .r.r..
e = Yes and il you would have stay ed to hear il.
1 | should have told you that this lady. whom It'll
doing ourselves honor to call on spite OF your
reluctance, was prOtege OF the parsons.
i What is her name T. d ham. ..r..- .. d. . d..
Il "Why. man alive. don't you know that Suriel
:. Heth !" and John lifted the handle Of the brass
knocker
It light suddenly flashed Though the mind OF
:. Norman Guilds. He knew who she was. John
D. am very glad you brought here tonight" he
y said, and then then the door opened,
d Muriel Heth, the auth6ress, entered the room
with the half reserved. half embarrassed air which
always characterized her manner to strangers. She
u was not used to be loniIed. doubt whether she
i, was OF material ever to be.
n John looked at Her curicdsly Norman long
eagerly earnestly. as they presented themselves
n luriel did not hear Norman's name, and asked
r, him to repeat it after few moments desulory
e conversation They had unfortunately left theil
cards at the hotel. au t. ..y .. .
.e !" Norman Guilds. 1t is barely possible you re
is member it."
yl One glance eager. piercing. swept hi. face. He
! own frightened, her lips .quiyered. Then will
q something Of the old child like manner he re
4 | aho har nha In md nm
n swered, II am glad to you, Mr.. Guilds"
l. The call, which was intended to occupy but
4. few moments. extended into very late evening =
John profuse in his praises of the young au
thoress they returned to the his cousin
's was unusually taciturn.
ss However Norman Guilds did not leave Stonl
lie Creek the next day, nor the next week for ina
ir matter: and know that every day he visited tn
,el old parson age. .... III ...
he Somebndy SAYS, that God made about one G
at every Thousand marriages that are committed o.
earth" have been inclined to this opinion some
IN times myself. Be it as it may, no oSever. beley
ID the angels in heaven smiled when Norman Guild
he aud Murie1 Heith clasped hands, and promised t
W walk thus till God called them. ..
u Late in November the young girl wrote in he
VS. journal. .H.' ..
Norman left to-day. but he is coming back t
is with the birds of April, and then we are TO
tie together, together till death do part us am yer
IS happy even in his absence. The dumb silcnces Q
my hear. are filled now with eternal music tn
de old home restless lOngings are oil gone. God
er praised that have found thee at last. Norma
so Guilds. my KING. r......#
n. TIE NAKED EDGE.--I am tormeuted with The dc
n. sire of preaching better than can But haV
d. no wish to maj fine, pretty sermons prettines
Ike is we'll enough when prettiness is in its place
like 10 see pretty child, pretty flower, but in
lat sorm on, prettiness is out Of place. To my ear
Ou would be anything but eommendation, should
he be said to me, ''YO Ou have given a pretty Sc
lat mon." II were upon trial for my life. and m
pre- advocate should amuse the jury with his troP'
and figures. urying his argument beneath pr
It fusion the powers Of rhetoric would say to hin
'as ' Tut, man, you care more for your vanity ths
TX for my hanging. Put yourself in my Place-spea
as in view of The gallows and youwill tell your st
ry plainly and earnestly" | have no obectie
ut, to lady's winding a sword with ribbons, al
ding it with roses when she presents it to