New-York tribune., 1873-09-08

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Into the rest of his SAINTS anu the ehuiess re""i " Wv
Loud the people sang; hut through the sound of their
Rroke nsftcnlate cries and means and sohs from the
As tbe ISrv of God that smote the apostle of Tarsus
Soe them aud srewed them to earth Ike leaves I'D 'e
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They prayed aud exhOrted, too, ferventy as 'neS
sang The people closed round in circle. IN the maS'
of which the mourners," and the exhorters pray
ing with them and the outer edge the impenteht anu
the scorners, growing sadder ana fewer uh'il "
last, only Louis Lebeau stood there unconyerted-
Louis Lebeau, the boatman the trapper, the hunter'
From the unlucEv French Of G1llpois he descended.
heir to Old World want and New WOrid love VI au'e"
ture.
For HIM the PRAYERS prayed in van and the exhorters
exnorted as 10 deaf ears He went away, bitter ana
proud for the girl he loved was the daughter OF one OF
the exhorters and when her father condemned he o'e
She too held it as SINFUL and turned away her race from
her lover Then he grew bitter, and reasoned win
hard, brief logic. -
This is their praying and singing" he said, that
makes you reject me- .,. =, - ,.,,,ous,
You that were kind to But think my fathers
With light heart in the breast and friendly priest to
Better than all these conversions that only bewder and
And that have made men so hard and fckle and
Well then pray for my soul. since you would not have
Yes for 20 from these saints to my brethren and Sis
ters the sinners"
But he came back again. the time OF the next yearly
meeng and again the people prayed, and the exhort-
ers horted and he stood aloof before Until, at
last strong in her and her faith. she, his beloved
went out to him from the ranks Of the holy SAINT OF
sinner he was hers-and what is love If it have not
power to regenerato Straight through the circle she
passed and straight to the side OF her lover Then she
took his hand in her own, and mutely impored him an
instant
Answering giving forgivng, confessing, beseeching
him all things"
II was no wonder that his heart Of stone soft,
and with her by his sde he ready to kneel IN the
midst of the circle and so Louis Lebeau converted
This story OF his conversion is remarkable poem Ihe
very atmosphere the Western woods is in it, and the
feverish eestac religion of the campmeetng. 1t is 80
dstpctvey American be noticeable for that quality
in literature part of which might be writ
ten indiscrimnatey In England or America Our Bret
Hares and Howes and John Hays are not so numerous
but when found we can afford 20 make note OF them
"The Faithful of the GOnzaga" is another poem Ihat
is a story and very charming tale OF true love,
80 true that It sacrifices itself utterly is willing to bear
scOrn ana miscOncepOn and hardest of all contempt
of the beloved one beloved ones sake and only
TO he seen Alright misunderstood at the very end when
the sacrifice is accomplished and the only door OF
hope is the door OF DEATH leading into Heaven
Clement" il still another tale IN the same Key WIN
Tennysons "Locksey Hail." OF shalow-hearted
cousin who married old age and prosperity, leaving
Cousin Clement" whom she loved to console hlmsef
~ he bes could And now at the end Of Summer, they
have met. at the house of Clements sister-just at
That time of year. YOU know, when the Summer begin
Fnllmooned and slyermisted gdes from the heart of
Mourned by dIsconsolate crckets, and ierant grass
All the sti nights long, from the ripened abundance of
Then, ere the boughs of the naples mantled with
/ earliest Autumn, ,, , ., o-oha,ds a,
Full OF Why perfume and mystical yearnins and Ian
Andin The oonday wood YOU hear the foragng squirrels
And the long crashing fall ,O the hafeaten nut from
When the robins are mute aud the yellowbird haunt
Cheep ana twtter and t through the dusty lanes and
When the pheasant booms from your seahy foot in the
Aud the Wild pigeons feed few and shy in the scoke-
When tine weary land lies hushed like in a vision,
Aud your life seems but the dream OF dream when
Broken be widering, vague, an echo that to
In the sweet, sad September stiffness they stood by
the gate in the meadow he and She and the glory OF
the sunset made her beautiful face like the luminous
face of an angel Can You not see her
Languidly clung about by the halffaIen shawl, and
Hands thar held few sad asters sigh for this idy
Lived last to end; and, looking on to my prose
With a smile she said and a subtle derson of manner
Better and better seem, when recoect all that has
happened
Since came here in June; the walks we have taken
together
Through these darling meadows and DEAR old. desoate
All our afternoon readings and all our srols through
vllage-so swcety asleep, scarcely could credit the
scandal.
Heartache and trouble, and spite, that hushed for
the night in its silence.
Yes am better. / think l could be civil to hun
Letting the come here without him. But open
gate. Cousin Clement;
Seems grows chill, and think il is healthier n-
doors
No. then you need speak, for l know well enough
Bitter taunts for the past discouragng views of the
Tragedy Cousin Clement. or comedy-just as you like
Only not here alone but somewhere that people
Then Ill take part in the play and appear the remOrse
Full Of divine regrets at not having smothered genius
Under the feathers and silks of foolish, exravagaut
you selfish boy. what was IT, just now about angushl
Bills would be your talk, Cousin Clement If you were
Then, with her summernieht glory of eyes low
bending upon him.
Dark ming MS thoughts the pOudered stars bewder
and darken,
Tendery, wistfuy dropping toward him. she faltered
Whisper
All her mockng face transhgured,-wih mournful efu
sion:
Do not think II is you alone that have suffered.
Ambition,
I-what have II Since my child is dead-a bereave-
ment."
Sad hung eyes his, and he felt all the anger
within him
Broken, and melting in tears But he sbrank from her
touch while he answered
(Awkwardly, being a man, and awkwardly, being a
lOver),
"Yes, you know how il is done. You have cleverly
fooled me befOretme
With dainty scorn and then an imporir forgiveness
Yes you might play it, thnk,that role Of remOrseful
young person,
That or the old mans darling or ANYTHING else Won
attempted.
Even your earnest is much like acting fear be-