The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1861-06-11


vlgse chciE perhaps whose sole happi-
ness, cons Ia bang iogcihcrs Fer cer-
tain inscrulable reasons, Divine Bcaeg.
oleHce permits ctd 10 exist IL the world
All h0 have q TASTE lor misery can end
BIZ there 10 eNhaustiess quantities Johns
ore every day falling 10 lote wish Kaiys,
b8i marrying isAbeis, aad lsabels The
same, muta,is WHaHdis We submit io
& bccau.e there = 81 alternative. ana
We believe that good shall finally be
wrought and arested from evil Doa1,
Tor heaven sake. lcg us 10 mere wauson-
ness introduces into our Goycl-world lhe
work Of our own band, IA abridged edi-
ton, daguerreotype copy Of the world
without, Of which we know so little and
50 much. always do and always shall
read the last page Of novel first and Il
| perceive there any indications that aaat-
tiers arc not coming out shipshape, my
reading invariably terminates with tie
last page.
For the rest please TO remember that
! am not writing about princess Of the
blood nor Of the days Of the bold barons.
bot only The life OF a quiet little girl il a
qniet liite town in the eastern part Of
Massachusetts, and 20 far as my expert
ence and observation 60 men and women
ia the eastern part Of Massachusetts are
not given 70 thrilling adventures, hair
breadth escapes, wonderful considerations
of circumstances, ard blood and Thunder
generally But pursue tic even tenor Of
their way, and Of their love, with a sober
and delightful equanimity. II you want a
plot 90 to the Children Of the Abbey.
Consuelo, and myriads Of that kin. and
help yourself As for me, must confess
| hate plots. | Sc no pleasure in stam-
bling blindlolded through a story unable
to sec a yard ahead, fancying eyeryturn
to be the last, and the road to go striight
on TO a glorious goal, - and, 10 we ae in
a more hopeless labyrinth than eyer /
have sense Of restraint | want to
breathe freely, and can't. ! want tohave
leisure to observe the style, the Develop
ment of character, the authors toie Of
thought, and not be galloped through on
the back Of a breaihless desire 10 know
how they are coming out
But, my dear plot-loying friend be
easy. | will not leave you in the hrch.
am not going to marry my man and
woman out Of hand. An obstacle, of
which | suppose You have never heard, -
an obstacle entirely new, fresh, ana I'M
hackncyed, viii arise so, pray you, let
patience have her perfect work.
Wonderful was the new world opened
to Ivy Geer. 1t was as if a corse, ,old,
inert, li.cless, had suddenly sprung up,
warm, invigorated, informed with spirit
which lei her own spell-bouud. Cram
mar - Grammar, which had been a SYN
onyme for all that was dry, irksome use
less, - beating of the wind, the crack
Hog of thnrns under . pot - Grammar
even assumed for. her Charm, wonder,
a glory. She saw how the great and
wise had shrend in fitting word, their
purity and wisdom, and sorrow, and suf-
tering, and peniienee; and how, a. this
generation passed away, and another
came forth which knew not God, the
golden easket became dim, and the mem
Dry Of its priceless gem faded away; but
how, at the touch Of mighty wand the
obedent lid few back, and the long-hid-
den thought sprang full-statured in an
hour She saw how love and beauty and
freedom lay floating vaguely and aim
lessly in a million minds till ihe poet
came and crystallized them into dear-eut,
prismalc words, tinged for each with the
coor Of his own fancy, and wrought into
a perfect mosaic, not for an age but for
all time. Led by q strong hand she trod
with reverent awe down the dim aisles
Of the Past, and saw how the SOIL Of man,
bound in its prison-house, bad ever strug-
cled to voice itself in words. Roaming
in the d, nse forest with the stern and
bloody Druid, - bounding oyer!he waves
with the fierce pirates who upplanted
them, and in whose blue eyes and be-
meath whose fair locks CLEANED indeed
the ferocity Of the Sage, but lurked
also, though unseen and unknown, the
tender chivalry Of the English gentle
man, - gazing admiringly on the barbar-
ic splendor of the cloih-cfgold, whereon
trod regally, to the sound Of harp and
yiol, the beauty and bravery Of the old
Norman nobility, she delighted to see
how tie mother-tongue, our dear mother
tongue, had laid ali the nations under
contribution TO enrich her treasury, -
gathering from one its stength, from an
other its stateliness, from third its har-
mony, ill the harsh, crude, rugged dia-
lect Of barbarous horde became worthy
to embody, as it does, the love, the wis
dom, and the faith Of half ayorld.
So Grammar taught Ivy to reverence
language
History in the light Of guiding mind,
ceased to be bare record Of slaughter
and crime. Before her eyes filed, in n
statelier pageant than they knew, tie long
Of simple great ones gone
for ever and ever by and the countless
lesser ones whose names are quenched in
the darkness Of night that shall know
no dawn. She saw the great world spin
forever down the ringing grooves of