The home journal. (Winchester, Tenn.) 1858-188?, 1871-12-21

cares are less cloudy, and ths horizon
rosy and golden, will then write my
"hrst novel;" and Its scenes shall b'
laid In the city of the Crescent. D
Miss Walsingham goes on to say
"The sixth point Of notabllity is one
Of the strangast passages we eyer read
We have turned II over and over agaif
| in our mind, and still we cannot grasl
the reality, though the passion, vigor
earnestness--w We might say, veliemen
naturalness rof the overwhelmingly IL
caplot be disputed. Where in human
nature did Mrs. French ever find au
original tor such y strange, wild alb
normal modification Of Love-" etc.
cannot say, indeed. Unless, perhaps
she was thinking Of an instance ofpurt
! love between persons of the,s sex
which Is recorded in Holy Writ-tht
loves OF David and Jonathan. Apuro
honest, and fervent love existing be.
tween two Of the sterner sex; a love
which, as ii is written, was "passine
the love Of woman.o lfsuch feeling
existed between two men, why not be-
tween two women? The 'strangeness
would, perhaps, pass away In a meas
ure, too, if we would keep In vicw the
same dash of nanliness in Mile. Hen.
rietto's character; her exceptional ma
ture, which she readily oonfesses; her
desire to protect instead Of being pro-
tected; her intense longing to lift her
prOtegc clear of hcrsOrrowful surround
ings; which could have been so easily
accomplished had she been IN reality
"a man. | cannot but consider this
"strange" passage most subtle and
artistic stroke in the shading Of the
heroines character; bold AHd mas
terly stroke which would have delight
ed the genius of Old Shakespeare him
self, D.i
/ would here. chronicle my thanks
to the talented writer Of this eritique
in that she says, "NNero it forthe rela-
ton which the book bears to the lady
who wrote il, we would say the-au-
dnciQUs character Of the book" Any
one having personal knowledge would
naturally hesitate before applying the
word "audaoi0usn TO anything emans.
Ling from tho modest sclf-pOssession,
quiet dignity and graceful repose
which are characteristic Of the author
aof"My Roses" She who bears the
su6riqltet of "IIadyS Trauquilla'' will
not, { presume, Object to having her
romance styled q bohemian in liFer-
atuYe." 1t ia Hingara, for which
however. she holds herself responsible;
q story which had liz origin il Il little
incident, strangely sad and sweet, in
her own experience. With yoxr per
mission | Will COPY a short account of
it, received q few months ago from the
author herself Promising that the
first ichapter of "My Rosoa" ,is the
somewhat enbcllishei description of q
real scene which took place bctWeeu
the author and her husband in a pic
ture gallery in New Orleans. She
writes: -..N y .H.'.. T,t.A"
~ never in my life felt so stunned
with astonishInentand grief, as when
told that the original OF the picture
80 admired was "fallen woman u
The face was angelic in its winsome
sweetness and innocent beauty. |
co,ad s,Ot believe her 'fallen.' Nothing
more did | ever know Of her, but years
passed away before could control my
feelings whenever l thought of hor.
Such rove,iCs always ended in violen.
paroxysms of weeping which | could
not repress. Years passed, ard one
summer morning | sat where leafy
shadows fell, and bird music came
through the open windows, with 1t
lovely babe Sseep upon my bosom,
IN the very idst Of my mothers love
and pride this thought fell cOldly upon
my joy. she might once have been
as pure as this my babe; fond moth
er may once have loved and cherished
her rs nay child; and with the thought 7
came the usual passion OF tears.
rose, and laying my fair 'curled darl-
jnrJ in her luxurious crib, fell upon my
knee beside her, crying Father,
shisId and guard NV treasure. Keep
her from miseries that befa!l some who
nrst were urlro as she! Preserve her,
ola! my God, or take her nown TWAS
q long struggle, for took that terrible
lesson home TO my own house, re-
membered that there were angels that
fell-tha4 we have no safety save in
Him. But a. rose / exclaimed: No!
il could not be! Guilty she never was.
| will write Ter story, and at least
prova to nysolf that she was innocent
These we're days Of sci, CANT leisure"
aud 50, with heart ant. brain at fever
hest, 7 wrote on and on. Never paus-
inc for a word, never hesitating for q
'situation,' never regularly construct
ing plot-but the story, as it We're,
unfolded as | went on, like the open
ea;hc. ct n fnnkirs a transcript last
wear for the ,,ublishess, l inserted the
two poems and some minor quota
tions, but still it goes forth with all
its i'm perfections on its head. When
it was finished the flush and fever
were over, my mental being, regsined
its calm, and I believed she was inno-
cent. 1 rest In that belief to-day.
Though ] never knew her name on
earth, feel assured Il a. | shall one
day, khGm o. ;i, naf Gy Hot 'n' T.; heI s,aamav la,ae
you~I can only add that it is as true