Evansville daily journal. (Evansville, Ind.) 1863-1866, 1865-09-11
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From an article under the above title
in a late number Of the CornhiH Maya
zine we extract the following, which, to
oar minds, admirably hits off a certain
class of men who "play at hearts" in the
selfconeeit that women generally are
After some Indifferent conversation
about the places they were passing, the
day, the excursion, etc, ETC., the Cap
tain began to test
"What true artist mind your sister
il, Miss Amelia" said he; " these last
sketches Of hers are lovely, positively
lovely"
"Pretty well, / think" returned
Amelia, indiferently.
"she is jealous Of her sister" thought
the Captain rmsT IRA ucH
"Ahi surely more than pretty wellT
That sketch of the Drei Emma is ad-
mirable, truly admirablel"
Amelia
"You love fine scenery, do you not2
For me, / confess that whilst passing
through loneliness like this, realize the
words of the poet:
"Tbere Is pleasure in the painless woods;
There 10 q rapture BY the lonely shore :,
sand my feelings Involuntary find re-
lief in the heart-stirring words Of an
other poet:
.,.t,--.h = a.. . =. Ia. - -. -
Who never to himself hath said,
This is a fair and beauts0us laRd9' ra
"I alter the words slightly, you observe,
to suit the sense) OIL the sky, the
trees, the very air itself on a day like
this, are fraught with rapture to the po-
etic soull"
81 end that the air here gives me an
excellent appetite" said Amelia.
~ rejoice that you should find the at
mosphere salubrious," said the Captain,
much taken back. "Under present cir,
cumstances, however, the appetite of the
soul and mind perhaps make themselves
more powerfully felt than they of the
mere--s--corporal frame, don't you
think so2 There is a-what shall say
IA hunger and thirst TO partake oil
| the ambrosia of the gods in place ol
| ignoble food, and to drink deep and
| long at the Parnasslan rills."
"Ohl that reminds me" said Amelia
"Pm so dreadfully thirsty, and have g
little bottle of cold tea in small basket
under the seat; would you get it for me-
l always drink cold tea in preference tc
anything else, it is wholesome.
The Captain did as he was bid and
relapsed into silence for considerable
time after this, but at last recovered
himself a little.
81 rather think, Miss Amelia, I" said
be, in an insinuating voice, "lhat we
have one taste in common. | observed
tell.tale manuscript book peeping ou
of your work basket, last night l have
filed, may almost say, thousands o.
such volumes myself; it is truly delight
full, is it not, to have the eongenia
thoughts of all poets close ct hand, ant
ready to refer to when one feels in TIL
mood2 l have no doubt / should fine
in your collection those sweet lines O
Waller Unfortunately too little known)
beginning, m n tt1
| "tGO lovely rose, 1
| Tell her that wastes her time and me,
4
| When resemble her to thee,
How sweet and fAlr she seems 20 be- 3"
ooh. dear, no." said Amelia, az hav
no collections: you are mistaken. VIVA
you saw is my recipe book; Away
carry it about, for 1 fnd It. so useful Il
pick mp things here and there. You
sister had promised me a recipe 70
anchovy toast and had brought m
book down to copy is--that is all
Almost desperate, the Captain mad
one more manly struggle. Il will tr.
her with the Bell of Bokherat, though
8 he, and if that fails, give her up
"Perhaps, then" be replied, you ar
lover Of original poetry-yOu write
little YOURSELF" (Amelia shook he
stolid head -"o or yoa prefer to hear
gushing through the living spring, in
stead of through the medium of letter
press2 If might venture to repeat
little thing of my own, which compose
in India, about an alarm bell in towe
in the district in which was then quar-
tered, it might interest you. Some pei
sons to whom i have repeated it hav
been good enough TO say that they ha
never met with anything more-a-
touching, even-a-beautiful and d
thetici (their kindness, only, Of course
but you shall judge
"'oh swee thy. sadly, softly stllI,
A sorrowing aonnd each soul TO thrill
Sweeps through the vale.
.The booming bell OF Bokherati
What -ild. wild wee has whirl'd on that
Devoted DAlsr
"tAhI BY that baIefuI blaze so bright
Those lightning leaps Of lurid--'"
"ohl stop the man." cried Amel
(she meant the driverl Fermatev
l"Captain Cavendish, / am certain sa
some wild strawberries there, under Il
hedge; do get down and pick them fl
me; | am so fond of those strawbe
RESP
And Amelia show ed more animatic
than she had throughout the drive.
state Of utter collapse, the Captain d
seended from the vehicle, and locke
Tor the supposed fruit, which turned OF
to be merely red leaves. al am glad I
1t, thought he, savagely, when he b
, gan slowly to come 10 himself, after Ii
shock pc had received. az am glad
was not made the instrument for mini
IN tering to her tastes. Ssrawberr;esI an
in the very midst of the Bell What
= fate to marry woman like thisl
"T TO herd with such "A parrc,v &c..
L So intensely vacant Of our glorious gsinsi. ),
r Heaven Forbid" No more sttsn,r
did the wretched Captain make to drR
= Amelia out; he had drawn onIv /,
much out as it was, and q perfect s;IAn,