The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1869-11-09

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Sill have died away Bps there wiI
be 40 definite moment a. which one
eoall fairly say tbat love eaue 81 went.
A girl Who i not wAispenng II her low
ey ear VII always say frankly enough
tbal she never knew what il was not 70
Be in love There is one obvious de-
dnction which she iorgets to drav, that
there can never Be a time when SIC can
know What il is = be in love Here
and there q course, woman may be
colder Or later in development, Or more
self cpneciaus and may divide BY more
rigidly marked lines the phases Of her
life, But even then, il she be Q woman
at all she can have no 6rsl love Feel
ing with woman, has no past, o. i has
no future Every phase Of her llfe be-
gins vita an act Of oblivion, every love
is a first love i never loved any one
before, is said, aud sAid truly, to doz-
en- loving ears in succession. The
first thing should ike 10 meet sith 10
Paradise" said lady Wortley lotague.
would be the river Lethe, the stream
Of iorgeliullness' But woman fnds a
little riyulst Of Letbe at every stage OF
her hearts career II she remembers
the past at all it is to offer il np as a
burnt sacrifice to the deity Of the pres
eut. When Cleopatra talked about
Caesar to Mark Autony, she passed no
doubt her fingers through her lovers
halr and wondered how she ever could
have dotted on such a bald-pated fellow
as the Dictator, Had she succeeded in
charming Oetayius, she would haze
wondered equally at her iniatuation for
such ne'er do well as Antony, And
SO it is no wonder that woman's first
! love, even if she realizes it at all, goes
down in this general wreck Of the past,
But in mans life it is revolution. 1t
is in fact the one thing that makes him
man The world OF boyhood is strict
/ ly world Of boys. Sisters, cousins,
aunts, mothers, are mixed up in the
4 general crowd Of barbarians that stand
without the playground There are
few warmer or more poetic affections
/ than the chiyalrous friendship of school
fellows; there is no truer or more gen.
uine worship than a boys worship Of
the hero Of the scrimmage or the crick-
ct field. 1t is a fine world in itself, but
it is wonderfully narrow.and restrict
ed world. Not girl may peep over
the paling Girls can't jump, or fag
out, or swarm up tree; they have
nothing to talk about as boys talk they
never heard of that glorious swipe OF
old Browns, they are awful milk-sops
they cry, and tell mamma, they are al
ways afraid OF a goyerness and COW,
1t is impossible to conceive creature
more utterly contemplate in boys
4 eyes than girl of his own age usually
is Then in some total moment comes
the revolution. The barrier Of contempt
goes down with crash. The boy
world disappears Brown, than god oI
the playground, is cast TO the owls and
4 bats. There is n sudden coolness in the
friendship that was to last from the era
/ die to the grave. Paper chasesand the
annual match with the "old fellows
cease to be the highest objects Of hu-
man interest There Is less excitement
4 than there was last year when great
cheer welcomes the news that Mugby
has got The ireland The boys life has
became iDuddled and confused The
old existence is steering of, and the
new comes shyly, ftfully, II is only by
a sort Of eompulsion that ho will own
that be is making all this fuss about o
girl. For the moment he rebels against
the spell Of that one little face, the
witchery Of that one little hand He
fingers on the border Of the new coun.
Try from whence there is no return tc
the old playing fields. He is shy, and
strange to this world Of woman, and
wonan's talk aud woman's ways The
surest, steadest foot on the cricket.
ground tumbles over footstools and tan,
giles itself 10 colored woods The stur.
dest arm that ever welded bat trem
bles At lhe touch Of the tiny finger
The voice that rang out like a trumpet
among the tumult Of foot bali hushei
] and trembles and falters in saying bal
! dozen commonplace words. The Oh
sense q mastery is gone. He know
that every chit in the nursery has f0unt
ont his secret and i laughing over il
lie bushes, and boys blush is hot
painful thing, when the sisteriy head
bend together and Ee hears them whis
pering what fool be is Yes be is
: fool--that is one thing which be feel
quite certain about Thore Is only Oh,
other thing which be feels quite eortail
about that Le is ID loyo, add that loy
has made him a man london ReCieu
Ladies are like watches preti.