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

is blusbed deeply ana replied. 10 d
g. tofrr. No, Sir; / kaew mamma would
"a lel me- com u askel ber
Ard 30 prevent any sudden icmpia-
ia % aIsaeIaar, aud q consequent
a.etarc g, yo3r peare q mind, you took
sine IS the lgfel1ek and came on your
own responsibility
Ies. Sir
Very ingenious, upon my word An
accomplished eauist A born Jesuit
Bai, my dear Ms. Geer, ! must confess
I. have not ihis happy feminine knack Of
keeping out 81 the way temptation. ]
Should prefer 70 consul, your friends, even
81 'hc risk Of losing Ihe pleasure Of your
ociety.
Ob, yes, Sir don't care now L i
al settled.
And Is. over hillside along wood-path,
and through meadow-land, with light
heart and smiling eyes, irippcl Ivy back
again. 10 Mrs Geer shelling peas IN
ihe shady porch, aud % Mr.. 0ecr flaming
himself wiih BIS .raW hat Oh tie steps be-
ile Ter, Ivy recounted The story 81 her
adventures, Mrs. Geer was thundcrtruck
al Iyys tcmerity Mr. Gcer was lost IN
admiration Of her pluck. Mrs Geer term
81 i q wild-goose chase Mr.. Geer de-
clared Ivy 10 be rs smart Is steel trap
Mr. Gcer vetoed the whole plan Mr..
Geer didn't know. But when at sunset
Mr. Cleuon rode over, and admired Mr.
Gecr's orchard, and praised the points Of
hi Darhams, and begged a root Of Mrs
Geer's scarlet yerbena, and assured them
lie should be very glad TO refresh his cwn
early studies, and also TO form an ac-
quaintanee with the family, - he knew
very few in the village, - and il Mrs. Geer
would drive over when Ivy came 10 re-
cite, - or perhaps they would rather he
should come 10 their house. Oh, no !
Mrs. Gcer could not think of that Just
as they pleased. Mrs. Simm, the house
keeper, would Be very glad Of Mrs. Geer's
company while Miss Ivy was reciting, in
ease Mrs. Gecr should not wish 10 listen !;
and the house and grounds would be
shown by Mrs. Simm with great pleas
ure. BY the way, Mrs. Smm was
thrifty and sensible woman, and he was
sure they would be mutually pleased
When, in short, all this and much more
had been said, It was decided that Ivy
I'll uld BE regularly installed pupil Of Mr..
Felix Ciyrron.
EtVekat cries the professional novel
reader, that far-sighted and keen-scented
hound that snuhs deno,mleat afar off
aud anon there rises before his eyes the
vision Of poor little Stella drinking in
love and learning, especially love, from
the divine eyes Of the anything but divine
Swift, u Shirley, tho lioneaa, tho pan
there's, the lcopardess, the beautiful, fierce
creature sitting, tanned, quiet, meek, By
The side Of Louis Moore, her tutor and
master, - and Of all the legends of all
the ages wherein Beauty has sat at the
feet Of Wisdom, and Love has crept in
unawares, and spoiled the lesson while as
yel half unleant; = 50 he cries, She is
going The way Of all heroines. The man
and Tie girl, - they will fan in love, mar
ry, and i've happily all the rest of their
days
OF course they will. Is there any rea-
son Why they should not? If any man
can show Just cause why they may not
lawfully be joined together, let him now
speak, or else hereafter forever hold hi
peace.
] repeat it, of course they viii. You
surely cannot suppose | should, in cold
blood, Sit down TO write story in which
nobody was TO fall in love or be in love
Sir, scoG as you may, love is the one vital
principle in all romance. Not only does
your cheek flush and your eye sparkle,
till heat, brain, and soul are all on fire,
over the burning words of some Brontean
Pythoness, but when YOU open the last
thrilling work Of Maggie Marigold, and
are Immediately submerged in weak,
washy, everlasting food of insipdity,
twaddle, bosh, and heart-rending sorrow,
you do not shut the book with jerk
why not? Because in the dismal dis
lance you dimly descry two figures swim
ming, floating, struggling towards each
otheE ana a ianguid Soupcon OF curiosity
detains you till you have ascertained,
that after infinite distress, Adolphus and
Miranda have made
g One Of The very best matches.
Both well mated for life
She's got fool for her husband,
He's got fool for his wife
Sir, scott as you may, love is the one
sunbeam of poetry that gilds with soft
ened splendor the hard, bare outline OF
many prosaic life. Work, work, work,
from weary chime TO chime ; tramp
behind the plough, hammer on the lap
stone, beat the anvil, drive the plane,
from morn till dewy eve; but when the
dcwy eve comes, alb! Hesperus CLEANS
soft and golden over the far-olf pinetrees,
bat
" The star that Lighters your bosom most,
Aud gives 70 your weary feet their speed,
Abides IN cottage beyond the mead, -
Ii is useless to assert that the subject is
worn threadbare, Threadbare il may be
70 you, eneryaied and base man Of pleas
ure, worn and hardened man Of the world