Burlington free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1827-1865, 1860-11-09

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an object in my view.
Butterflies ! her wings are not so bri
liant as yours, but she has honey-bag G
weetness in her heart. like loves like
and | love her." l reply, laughing.
They call me beautiful, and [ am CRATE
ful. Perhaps if | possessed less TO char
the eye l might value it higher, and valu
pess that beauty Of the mind which, de:
lite the theory that our physical frame
re mirrors Of the inner, is not unfrequcnt
y enshrined in very ugly she'll
Viola was so ugly that when l looked a
her | expected nothing so l was continu
ally surprised and delighted by the crop
ping out, as it were, of beauty as whe
one is travelling along a dreary waste, sud
denly to come round upon verdant valley
nestled among the shaggy, sentinel Hills
Then she had voice Of most maTelOus
sweetness, of thrilling power, Sc that
whether it scared in an cxultant Jratorio
or plead in plaintive "GethsemHe,' the
tones lived long in me as a divine message.
She read the poets that | loved--oh so as
to shame my previous understanding OF
them. She was a hater Of ccyardlce, and
deceit, and tyranny, in evcy form and
tell me, now, could she h ugly 1t Is
impossible Our conventDnal laws must
be changed, and bring he into the enchan-
ted ring. | must spcal to huskIn about
it.
[ said | was Looking round my room. l
was looking at her aud fearing that her
susceptible nature night read my thoughts,
| began
"Viola, why dn't you write for liy-
ing You have superb talents, apprecia-
ton, Imagination, power Of construction,
fits of inspiration and l believe that, by
all means, yel should use your fine talents
for writing
The girlraised her honest eyes from the
book she sas reading, and her face settled
down, down into its habitual look of wca-
riness, adness, and suffering.
"Pto there are too many smattercrs
alreay. | don't think | am needed, or
coull do any good in that way"
quietly she put away her book, put on
hc bonnet and shawl, and went to her
ally toil-thc "drilo, drillery, flem
Tindem' Of school-teaching. l said no
more, though ] knew the drudeery of her
halfrequited work; how long She laborcd
to see but very little learned how this
or that, knowing nothing about
the matter, but feeling in duty bound to
how that he did know, was forever suggest
ing that this or that should be bcttcred. |
know that this or that patron was continu-
allo complaining that his darling learned
too little or too slow l know, tor l had
travelled in that path, Of the mental pros
tration which follows days duties done
in the school-room | know, what was
worst, how it saps the energies and narrows
the mind l know, that she, too, saw its
results and how piticd her. | ran over
he time when we were rollicking, gay
young girls together at school, and she the
most light-hearted, winsome, ,bird-like crea-
ture of all that happy band. She was the
favorite Of Professor B., and he lavish
ed upon her 50 many tender attentions,
took such pride in cultivating and display
ing her splendid voice gave her books and
music and flowers, and interpreted them
them all to her young heart, that-oh 1t
was the old, sad story again told-she
loved him; while every one saw 1t but he
who would not see it, and he went and
married another. 1t was a long time be-
fore the bird was glad and sang again.
And she never gave her heart to another.
When her friends importuned her to ac-
cept one, when they told her that she was
almost an cold maid, she had the frank
ness to confess that she loved Professor
B. and she could love no other.
Laughingly, now she says she is married
to the school,
Tonight Viola came in from school
with a flushed cheek and a brighter eye
than usual. | saw that her hand trcmbled
as she removed her glove and passed on
into her room and closed the door, Some
thing had gone wrong; the old complaint
of parent who wished his Ounce to be sup
piled with brains gratis; or perhaps the
trustees had notified her that she might
leave. 1T is a shame - said both my
husband and l. Well, she should have
home with us, and the favor would be all
on us. l babe Biddy to make an extra
cup Of tea, and use all the rest Of her skill
on some cream toast, and sat down to the
piano to fling off my indignation, if posi-
bic, by tea time. Presently Niola's hand
was upon my shoulder.
is my dear well tonight" said,with-
out looking up.
"Very well, Carrie.
What made her voice SO calm and
sweet | looked up.
Carrie, l am to marry Professor
B. He has been to see me to-day.
You know his wife is dead years since. lie
says he loves me-"
What look ofhappiness! The incarna-
ton Of rest from struggle and desolation
and agony such as the deserted orphan on
ly knows.
God, on earth, giveth His trusting
children rest.
Tn Or-rer,o>- Srrrrrn n-Judra Nelson