The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1861-06-25

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HIS col. ahnuae noe upon the subject
i Air. slmm had not a particle q that
knowledge d which Young America i
I 8 great 4 proficient namely, tie know
ling bow q eet ont 81 4 crape She was
Ibesiles, alarmed 1t tie effect Of her words
on Ivy, surprising nothing less than that
4 the girl was in the last stages Of a swift
consumption; so she sat down, and, rub
4 hing her starchy hands together, with
many deprecatory you know, and
Apologize / am sure ! thought ! was
acting for the best gave, considering
her agitation, tolerable accurate account
81 The whole interview. Her interlocutor
saw plainly that she had acted from a SIM
ccre conscientiousness, and not from a
meddlesome, mschevious interference; SO
+ he only thanked her for her kind interest,
and suggested that he had now arrived At
an age when It would, perhaps, be well
for him 10 conduct matters, particularly Of
50 delicate nature, solely according to
his own judgement He was sorry to
have given her any trouble
Scissors cuts only what comes be-
tween en-, soliloquizcd Mrs, Simm when
the door closed behind him. If ever
NEEDLE with a courting-business again, my
name ant Martha Simm. No, they may
20 70 Halifax, whoever they be, lore ever
III lift a finger.
Il is d great pity that the world gencr-
ally las not been brought TO make the
same wise resolution.
One, two, three, four days passed away,
and still Ivy pondered the question so Of
ten wrung from man in his bewildered
groupings, What shall ! do?' Every
day brought her teacher and friend to
comfort, amuse, and strengthen. Every
morning she resolved to be on her guard,
to remember the impossible gulf. Every
evening she felt the silken chords drawing
tighter and tighter around her soul, and
4 binding closer and closer TO him. She
thought she might die, and the thought
gave her a sudden JOY. Death would
solve the problem at once. II only a few
weeks or months lay before her, she could
/ quietly rest on him, and give herself up
to him, and wait in heaven for all rough
! places to be made plain But Ivy did not
die. Youth and nursing and herb-tca
were TO strong for her, and the color
came back 10 her cheek and the languor
went out from her blue eyes. She saw
nothing TO be done but TO resume her
old routine. II would be difficult to say
whether she was more glad or sorry at
seeming to see the necessity. She knew
her danger, and it was very facinating.
/ She did not look into the far-off' future !:
she only prayed TO be kept from day to
day. Perhaps her course was WISE per-
haps not. But she had to rely on her
own judgement alone; and her judgement
was founded on inexperience, which is
not a trustworthy basis.
a new difficulty arose. Ivy found that
she could not resume her old habits To
be sure, she learned her lessons just as
! pclcctly at home as she bad ever done.
Just as punctual 10 the appointed hour,
she went to recite them; but no sooner
had her foot crossed Mr., Clerron's thresh-
old than her spirit seemed to die within
her. She remembered neither words nor
ideas. Day after day, she attempted to
20 through her recitation as usual, and,
day after day, she hesitated, stammered,
and utterly failed His gentle assistance
only increased her embarrassment This
she was too proud 70 endure; and, one
I day, after an unsuccessful effort, she closed
the book with q quick, impatient gesture,
and exclaimed
Mr. Clerron,I viii not recite anymore,
The agitated flush which Lad suiluscd
her face gave way TO palencss. lie saw
that she was under strong excitement,
aud quietly replied
Very well, you need not, il you are
tired. You are not quite well yet, and
must not try 10 do too much. We win
commence here tomorrow.
No, Sir,-I shall not recite any more