Dodgeville chronicle. [volume] (Dodgeville, Wis.) 1862-current, 1872-02-02

spoiled the Egyptians with an incredi
be devotion; but his unworthy son
though he too spoiled the Egyptians
worked on the Jewish Sabbath, and fre
quently went to .church-to fashionable
churches where he might meet with his
clients at their devotions. 1t is with
grief that we explain that Mr.. Taber
nacle did not go there from religious
| purposes. He even affected to sleer
during the sermon but he was accom-
panied by his daughter Myra.
Myra was beauty. and, better than q
beauty, a really good girl. Mr.. Taber
nacle had married early, and was q we'll
preserved-handsome in his own eyes
well-dressed, and prosperous young
/ gentleman (act of Parliament, Geo.
cap. y when his daughter, with the
vigorous adolescence of her race, was a
| full-grown woman of eighteen. The
attorney was very fond of her, dotingly
fond of her, indeed and Myra, who
was fine brunette-a true mixture OF
mealy Mr.. Tabernacle and his raven.
haired, black. eyed wife-accompanied
him every where, even to church, where
she sat under the Reverend DIR. Smiler,
| the fashionable preacher of the day.
| Some women have a penchant toward
theology. Myra's mother was a learned
.Jewess, and held theologic discourses
with her. .rabbis; and had der -olished
Christianity so often that Myra began
to be excited about it., and read and re.
read until she began to believe. This
curious change-at once SO awful and SO
| painful to her that she hardly knew
what to do-she kept quietly to herself,
saying nothing to her mother, and very
little to her father. q r. t~9
~" Are Christians good men, papa ~
she said, one day.
"Uncommonly good, my dear-for bust;
ness ?' he said. 81 would rather deal
with them than with our own peoplel
Bah p He snapped his fingers at them,
for he had lately been set at defiance by
one of them. ~ don't care how little
/ see of themr' r
g Samuel!" said his wife in warming
voice.
"Well, I'll tell the TRUTH" said Mr..
Tabernacle. "They are good. They've
treated me well, anyhow; and | always
tell Myra Cavendish the truth"
| He had given his daughter that fine
name because he loved her from the
first. Love of offspring is very strong
with men and women of his race; and
somehow the baby had grown up with
the second fine name always sticking
to her. She was called "Miss Cavendish"
by the servants more frequently than
Miss Myra.
"And, mamma DEAR" said Myra,
they believe just what we do. There
was DR.. Smiler expounding Malachi the
other day, and he said just the same as
you did,"
"Some of their priests are learned,"
returned Mrs. Tabernacle, modified.
"It don't matter where you 60, perhaps,
as / have thoroughly grounded you !;
| and as for Samuel, your father"
"Tut, tut 60 upon business, my
dear. What does it matter what you
| believe? It matters what you do"
Myra turned away from the two, and
sought her own room. At church her
growing convictions came upon her with
redoubled force; and DR.. Smiler, who
was by no means gifted with missionary
or apostolic zeal, had yet, without his
knowing it managed to convert her. Of
what good may we not be the uncon-
scious instruments! Smiler, D. D., was
spoony, soft fellow, who preached
touching sermons, very well suited to
his audience; had little or no learning,
but borrowed good deal; and was a
| beautiful reader. He would almost weep
at his own tones when he read and,
conscious of his strength as well as his
weakness, he took care to pick out the
Sundays of the finest lessons, gospels,
ETC., and would then read himself nearly
the whole of the service, to help his
curate-or, rather, assistant-who was,
of course, good foil to him. It was
whispered that he answered an appli-
cant for the post of reader with,
You're exactly the man | want; but
you have magnificent voice, and you
read well, Therefore you won't do for me-"
There was somebody in that fashiona.
BILE chapel whom both father and
daughter desired to see; for, in modern
life, even our prayer-going are not quite
pure. This gentleman-for the person
was a male-was Mr.. Percy Gower-or
Gore, as people called him-one of an
intellectual race, and an heir to q
| barony. .4 a-raa
Collaterally descended from the poet
Cover, the young fellow was OF good
| breed on both sides for some genera
tions; but had the misfortune, in a
| worldly point, of good families generally
he did not value money as the world
values it. He had vast love for what
is beautiful, and a taste which was quite
unexceptionable.b but very general. He
not only loved fine horses and well
built carriages, but knew and appre-
ciated good yacht, a fine picture, and
a we'll bound book. IF he loved good
cigar, he also desired sound and even
curiously fine bottle of wine. The un-
fortunate young fellow-who, like the
heroes Of the noble historian of Paul
Clifford, was worshiper of the Beau
! tiful-fell also at the feet of the True
and Good. If he built a shooting box,
it was gem if he purchased a gun, it
was admirable in its make; all his vol
umeswere bound by Riviere: his clothes
were made by Hill; his cabinets were
from Gillow his diamonds from Storr
&J Mortimer; and his wines were not
bought from Messrs. Gilby.
So. again, his pictures were by Land.
seer or Millais-and he bought very few
of the other Academicians and his
horses were picked from the very best
studs. He wanted but little here be.
low, but he wanted that little good.
Unfortunately, he inherited his taste
from father who desired considerably
more than he did, and had left Percy
very little to pay for his wants.
The day on which Percy met Mr..
Tabernacle he thought should be
marked with white stone. He had