Belmont chronicle. [volume] (St. Clairsville, Ohio) 1855-1973, 1858-10-14


Ts..er,aif however, ,fhst when the wires tall
Nv. can hear of the telegraph doings by na'f.
How the Autocrat cf the Breakfast
Table Marries the Schoolmlstress.
The readers of Tie Atlantic Monthly have
been interested in the Autocrat's story OF
his cour.ship of the schooimistress, but, for
awonder, the marriage is even more in
tsresting than the courtship.> Here it is;
THE LONG PATH.
(LAsT OF THE PAREn THEsIs.)
Yes, that was my last walk with the
sckoolmisfress 1t happened to be the end
of /, term. and before the next began, very
nice Young woman, who had been her as
s;stSnt. was announced as her successor,
and shs was provided for elsewhere. So it
w.s mo longer the sEhoolmistress that
walked with, but Let us not be 10 IN
-seemIy haste. l shall call her the school
ssistress still; some of you love Fer under
that name
- When it became known among the
bosrders that two of their number had join
!. ed hands to walk down the long path of life
side ty side, there was, as you may sup
= nose. no small sensation. confess pittied
our landlady. IT took her all of sudden
she said. Had not known that we was
keepiu' company, and never mstrusted any
thing particular. Marin was right to better
herself. Didn't look very rugged to take
care of a family, but could get hired haalp,
she cale'late3.-The great maternal instinct
came erowding up in her soul just then, and
her ewes wandered until they settled on her
daughter.
= No. Door. dear woman that could
not have been. But am dropping one OF
nv internal iesrs for you, with this pleasant
smile on nv face all the time.
The great mystery of Gods providence
is the permitted crushing out of Towering
instincts. Life is maintained by the re-
soirstion of oxygen and of sentiments. In
the long catalogue OF scientific cruelties'
there is hardly anything suite SO painful to
think of as that experiment of putting an
animal under the bell of an air-pump' and
exhaustine the air from it. never saw
the sctursed trick performed. Ldgs Dso!l
There comes time when the sous ol
human beings, women, perhaps, more even
than men, begin to faint for the atmosphere
of the affections they were made to breathe
Then it is that Society places its transPar
ent beliplass over the young woman who il
TO be the subject of one of its fatal expert
fnents. The element by which only thu
heart lives, is sucked out of her crystalline
prison. Watch her through its Transparent
wslls:--her bosom is hesving; out it is IL
vacuum. Death is no riddle, compared t
thin. remember poor girls STORY in tn
sBook of Maryrs.' The "dry-pan and tn
Gradual FIRE" were the images that frighten
ed her most. How many have Withere
and wasted under as slow torment, in tn
walls Of that larger Inquisition which W
call Civilization!
Yes, my surface thought laughs at you
won foolish, plain, overdressed, mincine
cheaply self-ssturated youn
person, whoever you NAV be, now readln
this--little thinking you are what descrIo'
and in blissful unconsciousness that you AZ
destined to lingering asphyxia of soul whic
is the lot of such multitudes worthier tina
yourself. But It Is only my surface-thoug
which laughs. For that great processic
of the usLovEp, who not only wear IN
crcwn of thorns, but must hide it under u
locks OF brown or grey-uDder the snow
can. uuder the chilling turban--hide it ev'
from, themselves perhaps never know th'
wear II, though it kills them-there is
depth of tenderness in my nature that n
has not sounded. Somewhere-somewhe
love is in store for tbsm--the univer
r,,st not be allowed to fool them so cruel
what infinite pathos In the small, half U
conscious articles by which unattractl
your. csreoas seek to recommend inc
.elyes TO the favor of those toward VIII
oar dear sisters, the unloved, like the re
are impelled by their God-given inssinc'
Read what the singing-woman-one
ten thousand of the suffering women
MS. and think OF the griefs that die unspok
Nature is in earnest when she makes
man: and there are women enough lying
the next churchy ard with very commonpl
I'm. sl,te.stoues at their head and fee.,
whom IL was Just as true that Gall sound
life assumed one tone of love-" as for Let
Lspdon, of whom Elizabeth Browning
II: but she could give words to her gf
z and they could not. Will you hear
st.nzas of mine?
E 80 TIE voIcSLEss'
We count the broken Tyres that rest
Where the sweet wailine singers sumbe
But orer their client sisters breast
- The wild flowers who will stoop to mum
A few can touch the magic string,
And noisy Fame Is proud to- win thens;-''
Alas for those that never sing,