Ashtabula weekly telegraph. [volume] (Ashtabula, Ohio) 1853-1873, 1858-09-18

vue V"f bhCgf W Is naru 10 part Wltn tnOSo
we love. Years may eIapsc before we meet
again and then---thcn-iv ID
Never, Frank Webster fcpiied the
maiden earnestly Lucy Dixon's heart was
, not given away lightly OF to one undesery-
ing and she viii not refuse her hand when
the proper occasion arrives, unless upon
such proyocation as Christian girl ought
not to overlook Have the same faith in
me, Frank, tliatI have in you. trust you (.
Dear dear Lucy returned the Young
man earnestly. May heaven shower every
blessing on your hcadl I do trust you---I
Leaving them to their sweet though
mournful contradiction they we're about
TO part for au indefinite period-and what
is sadder to young hearts than the partinp
Of lovers--we viii say something about their
previous history. ssas ~
Both were orphans, and eoch had been
brought up by relation. Lucy Dixon by
an aunt Frank Webster by an uncle Lu-
cy had received what is called a rood cdu
cation for a country girl in humble life, and
fortunately FOR her il happened to have been
a practical one. She could write English
with propriety, knew q little of arithmetic,
but she knew good deal more about house
keeping. She was what is called famous
manager, aud performed her work with such
tact and delicacy that few noticed she was
working until she had worked, and hard
too She was bee, without its buzzing or
sting Her aunt dying, she found herself
the possessor Of q few pounds and little
fngnitnre. Alone aud unprotected, what
Twas she TO do F? .,s
Frank Webster had been educated in q
different manner altogether, as it was only
natural he should have been. His uncle.
being chlldless, doated upon him, and being
a thriving, although small farmer, placed
him in q ncighboring gramnier-schooI,
where he received classical education, and
the good old man even denied himself some
indHlgeDcies to allow him three years study
at one of the universities. SO that when
Frank Webster had passed his twenty-Grst
year be was good scholar, knew Greek
and Latin, was well uD in mathematics,
aud had even taken to Cant and the Ger
man school OF philosophy. His uncle was
proud of him but the farmer happened
| to die suddenly, a host,of next-ofzin pounc-
, ed on his property, and Frank turned his
back on the home of his childhood with
just one hundred pounds sterling In his
tpocket. What was lie to do? He knew
: fno business OF profession. Having NO
! friends, the Church was closed against him;
! and as to the law, his pecuuinry means for.
bade him to look to that as resource
; What was he to do London suggested
, itself TO his mind and after o short de
; liberation, to London he resolved TO gc
/ and try bis fortune, as hundreds and thou
sands had done before him Aud Lucy
his dearly betrothed, what was she to dc
with her scanty purse We shall see.
To town Frank Webster came, with no
settled aims no deGued purpose He trust
ed to chance and his own abilities. Poor
fellow he swathel up in his own shadow
the very momentslie entered tue metropolis
Being duly located at a. coffee honse, his
first step was to make tour of this won
der of the world, London; the second to
visit some old college friends, who having Sc
lected professions, were aboriously pursuing
them his last to see what be could do for
himself. He had high opinion of his
own powers, and felt confident that he could
fill any position either in law, divinity, pol
iticS or literature. He had recource to
the papers--every young man similarly Sit
uated does the same--and day after day
did he carefully peruse those advertising
columns which are so eloquent an index to
i the splendor, business, wants, and miseries,
of the metropolis of the world.
At the end Of month he found nothing
that would have suited him. lie then ad-
vertised his own wants, with, at the end of
a month, no better result. He began to be
alarmed, and took to authorship, that
tempting refuge for the friendless and en-
barressed, who fancy they have talent 1t
is one of the leading pecularities Of
large class of the young men of the present
day, that if they have received tolerabe
education, they rush to the conclusion that
they are geniuses Some aspire to the stage
--ethers to the press-others TO the high
art of writing books, and astonishing the
world with new ideas. A few succeed, but
they are very few, and their success is pur-
chased by severe prirations and the most
humiliating notifications The rest, after
a faint struggle. fall back on less ambitious
pretensions, and seek livelihood in more
humble and profitable capacities
Frank Webster, who really had ability,
belonged to this aspiring class 6nt he had
no genius. He possessed the machinery OF
thought, but not the tact, solid Judgment
f and keenness of perception necessary to
give it adequate motive power. He there
fore wasted his time,and abilities by not
knowing, or earnestly striving to know
what 10 do with them, to say nothing Of
any power to keep on doing when he had
made the grand discovery. His continuous
querulous complaint was, II am only a
shadow, uselessly travelling round the dial
of misiortune,n However, he did write a
5 book. full of Greek and Latin, and, 10 his
own opinion, very learned composition.
/ BY the advice Of an acquaintance he for
3 waFded it TO an eminent publisher and IN
( due course waited upon thai worthy geRsle-
man. ~ shs1o esr,'7
"Sir,0 said the latter, syou book is, .
very good book in it's way but IL won'l
3 take. The public don't want such books
They would rather know something about
3 California, or Australia, or Borneo, OF even
4 Kamschatka, than ancient Rome, or Greece
! Good morning sir"
ferhree weary months vroefe,1 y Frank