New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1872-05-15
fashions in which man and woman meet great and
real sorrow of the heart:


and must BE- Is woman's moan II the mans aims 90
not always end In results he at least does not feel he
sss w9s s Stq p pull can
But how we fght against this sorrow or TINS olsen
chantment before IL comesl
1--WE excuse loved ones waning love so long 80 we
Spolccze saving This or that makes the love seem
less which can never lessen But there are moments
which the heart would stne reason. Suddenly
the past and the present confront eaon S EtheL.
be the lover Of today is mpervio1ls and smiling. Yes
terday he she burnt up with jealousy to-day ne
which has become oppressive Your dress is cut too
low storms the youth. Who gave you that Hover y
snaps the girl In the long tomorrow of indifference ne
forges that she has shoulders be Barred and she that
rosebuds don't grow naturally on dress coats"
In fine, there is thing TO be said OF "BroRen
Toysit perfect almanac OF the year Of love- with
the probabilities" set down beforehand for every
month and day-Sprng that invites, Summer that
crowns, Autumn that wanes, Winter that dies.
The proof-shoets OF The Atlantic Monthly, for June,
are ready, and the number will open with us most
important feature, the installment OF "Sepumius
Felton," septimius has pored over his weird manu-
script until he believes himself TO have found there the
moral detetcs by aid Of which he is to achieve the end
Of earthly Immortality, whose physical nosrum was
given in the mysterious recipe. They consisted
chiefly in general slbjugation OF oil strong
emotion so that he could keep his heart at seventy
throbs to a moment, since more than that wears
friendships with in bad health or OF violent pas
sons He must kiss no woman II her lips be red, nor
look on her II she very fair He must not read great
poets for they stir the hearthe must always turn away
his eyes from sick people, manned wretches auncteo
people-from people in melancholy mood, or IN e1-
travagant Joy from teethng children and from corpses
He must desire nothing feryently-enjoy only with ut
termost moderation. Few people would care much
about living on these termsbut Septimius had never
been young and he have found nothing In them
difficult of acceptance. And now ensued n surprise
which though joyful, almost too much for him to
BEAR since it his heart beat much quicker than the
rules OF his manuscript prescribed. Going up on his
hilltop Summer away, after period of absence
from it, he found there flower which, during the
time he had been so sedulousy porting over the manu-
script had developed ITSELF blossomed, put forth its
petals booned into full perfection and now with the dew
Of the morning upon 1t waiting to offer itself to
him. He trembled he looked at lit was almost
too much 10 bear It very beautiful so very
stately very rich very mysterious and wonderful
1t was like person, like life. Whence did it come
He stood apart from it, gazing in wonder, TREMENDOUSLY
taking in its aspects and thinking OF the legends ne had
heard from Aunt Heziah and from Syb Dacy, and how
this flower like the their wild traditions told or had
grown out of grave-out Of grave in which he had
lain slain by himself The flower was Of the richest
crimson Illuminated with golden center OF perfect
and stately beauty.
"septfnius, bending eagerly the plant saw that
this to be the only flower that 1t would produce
that season. the contrary, there was 70 be crest
abundance of Them luxurant harvest as If the Grim
son offspring OF s one R bo%Ss f SSS n ,nG n
resurrection of many crimson flowers And in its vailed
although 1t seemed to cover something bright ana
golden. . , 49, ,,,
more and more abundantly until 1t seemed almost 70
the little hlock, which became a mere bed OF ~
apparently turning all its capacity OF production 10 TINS
flower for the other plants Septmius thought seemed
TO shrink away, and give place 10 IT. as II tney
Glory. and worth OF this their queen The fer,
vent Summer burned into it, the dew and the ram
heart contributing its juces-a heart in its fiery youth
IN its own oSa so d a %o s oee
tender dreams and hrobs, angers lusts hates all con
GUS being, and streaks and shadows had some meaning
The two girls when they next assembled the hill saw
the strange flower and Rose admired and wondered at
IT, but stood at distance without showing an attraction
towards rather underlined aversion she thought
il might be a poison flower at any rate would not
be inclined to wear it in her BOSOM sybil Daey exam
with botaniss eye and at last remarked to Rose Yes.
it wen in this new soil methnks it looks like
"'what is the strange foweri asked Rose.
"'The SaaguiHod SangttinSStmd,' said Sybil."
About this time poor Aunt Keziah taken very i'll.
Her favorie witches broth did not relieve her. but she
chung II STILL with such faith in its virtues that
she thought il that failed nothing else could succeed At
last she was i'll that she could not rise from her
bed and she sent Sepmius to heat up cup full Of her
beloved beverage. and bring it TO her. He thought Of
the strange flowers he had gathered the day before.
What if. indeed, they the thing wanting to
make of his auns brewage the true elixir OF life He
resolved to put three OF them into the draught he
preparing for her. They might KILL OF course, but also
they might What is medical science but the result
Of series Of experimental The true spirit Of
a physician animated septimius. He threw the
flowers into the simmerng drink, and when it
dubbed up and about to boil. he carried it to his
aunts bedside She drank and before the day done
she died But then experiments have failed before. and
septimus had meant her fairly In this chapter Haw
thOrne concluded to make Rose Garfield, whom Sep
tmius has in the previous chapters been loving in
strange halfreluctant fashion, into his heros half
sister. 1t produces a slight confusion in the story
which, OF course, would have been avoided had the
Great Master lived TO revise and retoucb his work
Next follows poem by Bayard Taylor wen worth
your reading that steal space for it. 1t is entitled
IRIS.
am born from the womb of the cloud
And the strength Of the ardent sun.
When the winds have ceased to be loud
And the rivers of rain TO run
Then light on my sevenfold arch
swing In the silence Of air
While the vapors beneath me march
And leave the sweet earth bare.
For a moment hover and CLEAN
On the skirts Of the sinking storm,
And die la the bliss OF the beam
That gave me being and FORM
fade as in human hearts
Inc rapture lbdl lDOCks inc Will
pass q dream departs
That cannot itself fulhll
Beyond the bridge have spanned
The fields Of the poet unfold,
And the riches Of fairyland
Atmy bases OF misty gold
keep the wealth OF the spheres,
Which the high gods never have won;
And coin, from their airy tears,
The dadem Of the sun!
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For some have stolen the grace
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