The evening telegraph. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1864-1918, 1868-07-20

boast of having touched.
But perhaps the most enviabe private Bo-
hemia on record was that of Martin Luther.
He stands before The world as the foremost
figure in q Grand historic period, as the mighty
leader OF moral revolution which changed
the face of ChristendOm like his Master, ne
was man Of soTrows aud acquainted with
grief; he fought the Devil (as he belieyeD in
person, and closed in lite-lorg struggle with
HE ever.preseLt representatives, the World aud
the Flesh; be faced death ceaselessIy with
the splendid bravery OF soldier aud
the enthusiastic faith of a martyr = yet
no truer Bohemian ever existed. There
are few human souls who have been forced TO
choose this day whom they VIII serve; who
have stood IN that darkness the only light of
which is honest convict on-n that silence
through which The only sound is the still small
voice; who have not IN that darkness and that
silence CROPPED, as 1t were, Tor the hand Of the
man ana brother who so long ago stood in the
same strait, while to their lips rose involunta-
Tily his very words, Here | stand; | cannot do
Otherwise; God help me " it is in this aspect
the generations have done homage before his
memory; but it is another division of his nature
for which. so long as human hearts beat with
the same emotions men will love him, and
in right OF which L claim him. The
bright, VAIN iuuerr soul of the man
the riffs in the armor which the battle OF
lite so seldom permitted him TO cast aside; but it
only gave out its full light and cheer within his
humble little home. We read of few pleasauter
things than that taUle at whose head ''my lord
Katy" while DIR. Martin hlled his glass, and
trolled out,
who loves no woman wine and song
He is o fool his whoie life oug;
of few more delightful scenes than those musi-
cal meetings "where sG itul musicians performed
upon different instrument =" OF nothing more
charming than those Christmas.trees and fes IL
walls for his children. where we may be sure DR..
Luther himself was the youngest present. In
poss ession OF such Bohemia, how could he great.
ly disquiet hims self, though the heather did rage
aud the people imagine VAIN thing; though 1t
had literally trained Duke Georges, and though
'the devils were as many as the tiles upon the
house tops.n While ruling his own little king
dom, the mighty powers that ben had not
power to disturb him.
OF all religious heroes, to him, suspect, alone
belongs the honor tina, there is moi one OF us who
would not gladly have kno Wn him in the flesh.
We may remember Calvin III his skuli-cap.
and John Knox at his oar in the French
galley, with great respect; but it is impossible
to believe the being exists who wishes tnat
either OF them had lived in his time, or who
chershes q regret at not having met them per-
sonaily; while towards this IlOu-hearted re-
former all our social and human instincts 90
out, and there is probably no historic Individual
in whose private Bohemia we would so gladly
have chosen place.
DR.. johnson must also be admitted to
a place upon our TOltCall. He also was
one OF the lions VINO occasionally lay
down with the lambs. In spite OF his youthful
contemporaries remark that "he could not see
anything wonderful III DR. Johnson, except tuat
boIC1COlU way he hat there were times when he
did not delight to bufk aud bite. A very gum
old gentleman in some aspects; a sorely.Ired
soul and body, tor'med, almost maddened by
poverty and the kings evi-but, on the other
hand did ne not RUE over II house nominally
! possessed by one Mrs lhrale. where there was
a perpetual feast OF lea. on and flow OF soul TO
say nothing of the flow OF many other good
things), where Fanny Eurney and numerous
pleasant persons loved and houOrCd and fiat
tered him to his hearts Conteut? and where, in
return, he 'Ioared them gently as sucking
| dOve.o
There are certain Bohemlas which
pertain TO whole classes, having the
| delightful regularity OF being equally public
! and private, whose cnarm is that they belong
absolutely to each ossessor, and yet are tree TO
al. The Chief of these take to be novel-read-
| ing. To emotional ana imaginative persons,
especially women, the title-page of a novel Is
the door to EIiry-land They lose their indi-
. viduality and become the heroine whose for
tunes they are following the deficiencies OF their
| own lives Jade from SIGHT, and they live
| charmed existence until The last page. / know
! no more substantial bond of friendship between
women, than having selected the same novel for
! their special devotion It's character Is, perhaps,
| the suTest test OF their characters; indeed
| in Judging any woman J should much prefer
| learning the name of her taVoIite novel to that
| of the church she attends. So entirely do |
| regard noyel-readlng as the true feminine Ro-
| hemia that am not sure men who trench upon
! this pleaeure'ground may not be considered aud
! treated as tres )asserS.
/ The Bohemia OF boys ought properly to be
situated in the isles OF the But as these are
unattainable, it must be looked for at present IN
! ''KODlQSOn CfuSOe.' 10e swiss EamIlY KO Dln-
son." and the works of Captain MaYne Reid
With the arabian Nights" added that the East
as well as the West may be represented think
there ale few boys who would not claim
ownership.
To those who wish to view my theory from
poetic standpoint | recommend the perusal of
Mrs. BroWnlngs Lost BoWer,n which | never
read without mentally changing the last word
of the title, feeling convinced that part of the
poem is only Brownihgese for description Of Il
lost Bohemia.
For The past week / have been experiencing
some of the sensations therein describ ID,
though certainly in a very different form; and
this little sketch was suggested, and is now
! written, somewhat ta nlenlOridnl. 1t has been
my great good fortune TO possess from chlld
hood lin common with my family and friendsI
visible, concrete Bolemia, from which we are
about to part. The fate of Mr.. Paul Potiphar
| has come upon us-We are TO move. Like
that gentleman, we are down town, and the
march of civilization and manifest destiny alike
forbid us to remain,
Now that our departure is fixed aad near
fact, we have all discovered that we have grown
to our old home like moss TO rock. Bat though
each room IN this house is frightened or shaded
by some memory of the past, there is none tO
which we all cling so closely our "library,
so called, perhaps, from the fact that no one
ever reads IN 1t. One OF its sides is covered
more truly be said to be devoted to
song and story 1t has often been re-
marked that IL resrmbled that other library
known TO fame, Mr.. POuto's-' which Consls ted
chiefly OF boots by beautiful provision OF
the law of chances, every article in the room
has been ordered by different person. of the
result it may be said, as of Mr.. Bob Sawyer
chorus, in which each gentleman sung the tune
he knew best, "the eject was very striking
The walls are blue because one member of the