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Leaves Stolen from Somebodv,s Journa

voices, and sunbeam arches, is with us
again. SO come TO the Feast of, the Roses, Il
all ye spirits of air, wood, water, sky, and
Of human kind, and let US drink deep
heaith,cupto to genial spring; for lovely is
| her presence unto us, and "beautiful upon
the mountains are the feet of those who
come with glad tidings." Ay, the fresh
air and the green car,l, !; the beautiful sky,
and the music Of the woods. have already
done wonders with the big ugly" within.
Away with moping over the fire, aud grave
seats IN the corner away with all Of
Jack Frost's rough tricks we shall have
nothing now but sunlight and the flow
ers, and things that are good for the soul
Good humor rcigns supreme this morning
In the outer world all seems glad, and in
the bright sky over the spiritual land, I see
not a cloud. O, this May morning sun
shine Of the spirit, is glorious feel like
stretching forth my bands, in friendly greet
ing, to every soul in the land. Especially
do send my love out upon the winds to
my sweet friends, Fannie, Mary and Undne
Lima and Carl. II they were by my side
now l would tell thom as the Germans do,
that "my heart, and the sea, and the hca-
vens. are melting away with love" Out of
all that is beautiful and comforting. within
and without; and now, whilst the heart is
overfowing with giadness, and is willing to
open itself TO others Whilst the soul fires
burn SO brightly upon the hcarlh.s,one of
the Inner House, we might, prrchance be
able to add another exquisi,ely fitting stone,
to The souls temple, which we are so eager
to build for ourselves. Ay, they had better
come now; for this happy feeling may be
gone, long ere see them. aud then our
grasp will be cold and feeble. When am I
to see them Answer me, We Fatcs.
How long must / wait /! O, evermore,
aud forever more, must stand at the beau
tfui gate Of lI"pc9
Speaking of the dear ones, Lima and Carl,
and thinking of their beautiful love for
each other. causes me to have half formed
wish (9) that too had Carl. l wonder
wha, I shall do with him J! l guess I
] should love him as Lima does, with all nv
heart and soul. DO you recall Emmer-
sons Essay upon Friendship? There is n
little extract from it that I remember to
have read in Miss Bre,ner's Homes in
America" some Two years since. 1t runs
thus: "a friend is person with whom I
may be sincere. Before him nav think
alond am arrived ut last in the presence
Of man so real, SO equal, that I drop even
those undermost garments Of dissmula-
ton, courtesy, and second thought which
men never put off and may deal with him
with the simplicity and wloleness with
which one chemical atom meets another"
Thus | was j"urnalizing at ten this morn.
ing. and no d"ubt should soon have been
as deep int o The mysteries of our social he.
ing. as ever Waldo Emmerson was per-
hops | should have 'compassed sea and
land" with Miss Brcmer and Margaret
Fuller, not to mention some half dozen 9TH
cr gifted spirits whose works lay on the
table beside me. Indeed there is no tell
ing what ] might have done, had not lust
then two little rogrish eyes met my own
and pair Of tiny hands, 20 soft and White
as snowy doves wing. thrust themselves
wide open upon the page before me.
"Tome, tousin Berthe" said Jamie Hilton,
the owner Of these inpudent hands and
eyes-a little cousin who sojourne,l with
us-"Uncle says you must hear mine les
son; :" and thereupon be began, his voice,
pitched in the sky five sliarps.."d-e-de-
base. base i-p-intc-a.s-e-case, incase,n
&c &c. Then crme our little meta-sistcr.
with her reading Lesson: "I-am-a-cat
-I-can-c.a-i i-h"-"No, no, no." said
well" and she began agsin; "c.a-tc-h.
catch-a-:rat-and- -ei.-can----get get-you--
Sir-Fly-if-you-d -dos-not-g
far-up-into-the-air"
could not hslp laughing at their sing
song emphasis, but ny thoughts stopped
not here. i had not heard children read
since ] was child. Il carried me back to
years ofbare feet, big:aprons, apd old field
schools when wee toddlin thing, went
TO Mount Prospect School. Then ascot
ations came thousand fold. In twink-
ling, I was transformed from quiet, Sc
date young lady of twenty summers, into a
wild, merry child of six or seven. All along
the old school path from our own big gate
at the end Of the lane, to the same old log
school.house, i. went with tin, bucket on one
arm, and wi,hmy other saHti swung my
bag of books aioftipto the mir. And what
a race had from Mr.. PolIard's COWS l
am sure, "I wished them in the bottom of
the red sea-" But did not forget to steal
by the old plum thicket and filling my
pocket with the yellow and scarlet fruit,
jumped over Mr.. Pollard's orchard fence
which WAS ''hard by" shook the trees
which were 80 heavy with red-ripe June ap-
pies and after cranming my pockets,
sleeves y and apron with them, got quick
Iy into ths path again, and started once
more on my way TO school. ] looked up
at the sun AUD judging from it, and my
own ipSlipstiofito play, that it was scarcely
eight o'flock, and seeing .our. playground
near, thought would run over just a it,
tie ,ghils and see if all WAS right at our play
house. Away I scampered, over stumps,
bitches, and stones; through briar.patclies
and broomsedge, to the everlasting ruin Of
pantaleis and skirt l,ems and in a mo-
insnt .stood beside It. Bot Tribulati6n! !!
and "ob angels Of mercy defend shs Il y
There it was, the whole oft inruins. The
hogs had uprooted all Of the green grass
fSon the floor, oyer turned ali the pretty
rock seats, and even upset OUT superb siunap-
bureau, and sideboard,, which only yester.
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