Bradford reporter. [volume] (Towanda, Pa.) 1844-1884, 1862-01-23
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TFrom the St. James Magazine.l
COUSIN j u LIAM

Cousin Julian ! Dear Cousin Julian ! What
vxin | was to be sure How | used to pro
woke him, merrily, earnestly, passionately, > while
he, with his kindly smile and good-humored
eyes, would never turn, never retOrt, on
his cousin Natty. Natalie, that was my name
-my name to cousin Amelia aud GeOrgIana,
Augustus aud Roderick-bu'-1 . cousin Julian
| was Natty, Little Natty Pretty Natty"
while to me he was q treasure-yeTy preCI-
Gus.
| will picture Cousin Julian-with the sha
dows, half.tints, aud contemporaries of G
truthful coloriSt Bright, agile, full of the
first flush Of youthful health and buoyancy-
with restless kindly eyes small, ever twich
ipg mouth, that bespoke merriment and iUsta,
blIlty a laugh that made hearts laugh even
more than lips aud an everything sympathy
that drew young aud old, wise and foolish to
love him.
do not say that respect mingled much in
our emotions towards him. We did not 60 to
BIN for advice, nor trust his judgment, nor his
theories of right and wrong-but to expand
10 bis generosity, to laugh at his heartineSS, to
share the joyousness of his nature, the happl'
Iess Of living thus was he to US healthy
Stimuent to dispel the WEAKNESS and eHHa'
that sometimes sadden youth.
We were dull enough, sister Hessy and my
self, mother and father-not mamma" and
"papa'-that was one of Julan'S CrotChetS.-
IN " If they're your mother and father, call them
II 50, Natty. never be ashamed of the dearest
N words in our mothertongue, bat treasure them
as tsliSmaus that chase away all outer wrong,
and invite heathful dow Of right Within
They are the passwords Of the human race,
from the beggar to the prince" Cousin Julian
vas an orphan perhaps that was why he so
treasured the relics of a tie be could never re-
aIze in all its living beauty. From the one
green spot in a quiet valley where two lay side
.? SIDE sprang the many sweet flowers that
oIos;omedn his heart.
hesSy and | were twin-born yet we were
very dferent-she dark fair the links
mat should have joined our whole being seem
Cd united but in one relation, and that was
cousin Julian. Mother and father were un
acquainted With our inner life in this particu
lSf We did not own it to each other so
We grew up side by side, reading the same
o'oAS, singing the same songs, loved by the
saue iond parents, and each, though unknown
" Tue other, watching the rising OF the same
s.'' aS tue rising of great hope We lived
IL quiet pretty village, with the usual
Sl0O1t of picturesque scenery about us-hills
Ilu holIows, broad corn fields, shady wood
'les, wild flowers, ferns and heather and
VI' daiIy rambles made US acquainted with the
peasant Book of Nature, whose leaves, tho
UTafled form and color, are alike impressed
S.'l S. one greet teaching" from Nature up to
Natures God."
Ours was queer, rambling old house-with
Pau'ed windows looking out upon nothing,
5aI'oW staircases leading no where, and corri.
u"S terminating with blank walls Aged ivy
IsP' over the exterior, knocking its heavy
sAves against the rattlng windows in the
iLoVnIight nights, and throwing moving, ghost
shadows over the waxed floors. 1t was the
Wv, Wv Manor House, and the villagers told won
ssl a'.Iui stories OF goings on in the old place
.'. .'Ie Dad, some good. The bad had ghostly
s',lence TO keep up its evil report and many
ISI Hme nave | shuddered over the tales Of our
VIZ uoGse as the freight Hickered Oh the great