The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1861-06-04

consulting her husband 81 all. she bad coz
,cmplaied the subject il an IL bearings.
and had deliberately decided that Ivy was
10 70 20 school The consent of The SEN
ior partner q tie firm was a secondary
matter, which time and iudicious manage
menf would iHfa!iibly secure. Conse-
queuily, nots outstanding the uupropilious
result Of their first colloguy, She ihe next
day commenced separations for lvy de-
psTtnre, as unhesiiatingly. as calmly. as
assiduously, as il the day d thai departure
had been liked
Il Mrs. Gccr was right She knew She
was, all the time She had sublime faith
in herself She felt IN Der soul the divine
i afilaius, and pressed forward gloriously 10
her goal. Mr.. Geer had as much firm
ness. not to say obstinacy, as falls 70 the
lot uf most men bat Mrs. Geer had more I,
and a, I.aunce Ouiram, hard beset, 50 pa
! theiically moaned, A woman in the very
house has such deused opporiuniiiesr 50
Farmer Geer grumbled, and squirmed, and
demonstrated. and--yielded.
/ Mrs Geer was aot right. She had
reckoned without her host Her affairs
we're gliding down the very Appian Way
Of prosperity in chariot-and-four, with
footmen and ouiridels, when, presto they
turned sharp and unexpected corner, and
lover went the whole establishment into
| a mirier mire than ever despatched Dr.
Slop.
TO speak without parable. When
her expected llegira was announced 10
Miss Mary Ives Geer, that young lady, 10
the ill-eoucealed yexation of her mother,
and the neutrality-suspicious.. concealed ex-
ultalion Of her father, expressed decided
disapprobation Of the whole scheme. AS
she was the chief dramatiS persona the
very Hamlet Of the play, this unooked-for
decision somewhat interfered with Mrs.
GeeI's plans All the eloquence Of that
estimable woman was brought TO bear on
this one point; but this one point was in
yincible. Expostulation and entreaty
were alike vain. Neither ambition nor
pleasure could hold out any inducements
to Ivy Maternal authority was at length
limited at, only hin'ed at, and the spoiled
child declared that she had not had her
own will and way for sixteen years TO give
up quietly in her seventeenth. One last
resort, one forlorn hope,--one expedent,
which had never failed to overcome her
childish uabornnesS: Would she grieve
her parents so much as TO oppose this their
darling wish 2 And Ivy burst into tears,
and begged to know if she should show
her love 10 her father and mother by go
ing away from them. This drove the nail
into her old fathers heart, and then the
little vixen clenched it by throwing her.
self into his arms, and sobbing, Oh, papa
would you turn your Ivy out Of doors and
break her hearth
Fl.msiest of fallacies Shallowest of
sophists But she was the only and be-
loved child Of his old age; so the fal aey
passed unchallenged the strong arms
closed around the naughty girl; and the
soothing voice murmured, There, there,
Ivy don't cry, child Lud lud you
sha'nt be bothered; no more you shan't,
lovey, and the status quo was restored.
" 1t IS not in the sea nor in the strife
We feel bennmbed and wish to be no MORE
But in the after silence on the shore,
When all is lost, except a little lfe,''
said one who had breasted the stormiest
sea and plunged into the fercest strife.
Ivy, who had never read Byron, and
therefore could not be suspected Of any
Byronical Alterations, felt it, when, hay-
ing gained her point, she sat down alone
in her own room. When her single self
had been pitted against superior numbers,
age, experience, and parental authority,
all her heroism was reused, and she was
adequate TO the emergency; but her end
gained, the excitement gone, the sense of
disobedience alone remaining, and She
was thoroughly uncomfortable, nay, miser-
able.
Mamma is right; ] know am a little
goose sobbed she. (The words were
mental, intangible, unspoken; the scbs
physical, palpable, decidedly ! never did
know anything, and never shall,-and
don't care il don't don't see any good
in knowing so much. We don't have a
great while TO stay in the world any way,
and / don't see why we cant be let alone
and have good time while we are here,
and when we get TO heaven we can take
fresh start. Oh, dear / shall never 20
TO heaven, if | am so bad and vex mamma.
But then papa didn't care. But then he
would have liked me to 20 to school. But
there, won't won't | ,eiH not I'll |
study at home. Oh, dear! | wish papa
was a great man, and knew everything, |
and could teach me. Well, he is just as I
happy, and just as rich, and everybody |
likes him just as well, as if he knew the |
whole world full and why can't do So
too? Rebecca bingham, indeed Mer- I
cyl hope never shall be like her; |
would rather not know my A B CT What /
shall | DO? There's Mr. Brownslow
might teach me he knows enough. But,
dear me he is as busy as he can be, all 4
day long and Squire Merrill goes out Of
town every day; and there's DR.. Mix, 10 4