The morning star and Catholic messenger. [volume] (New Orleans [La.]) 1868-1881, 1873-07-13
asornIrg Star and Catholic MESSENGER.
nv ORLEANS, SUNDAY. JULY -. 1878
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War, volume Of talos by n A. F.. author OF hoa
osYorhe." Publshod by tho Catholic ru0i'"'''A =
Company Of Now York d
Tn bosntv. not above criticism inscourage:
,naannted In love, most generous ana mos'
forgiving in patience, rivaIihnG 'u r;,hnnt an
ataney, unswervng; in mummy "'
ea SSter the above enumeration OF Qualities {
should be snperISans 10 ACC 10 e1psct So much
oeg. nan He is. moreover, skye-terrier'
o. %eli-b @an and well bred. a.,,+.no.. that
.,e was about to sulogize tho dog would be 60
;n"ur and deserve some such reply as that
made BY the Spartan to q rhetorioian who an
aEun'e on Hercules can eulogium or Her.
suies ~ repeated the Spartan ""ho ever
thou ght Of blaming Hercules :" ,;.. no. for
those Who deny, but for those who never
ache There i. NO shifting Of scenes in our little
ssesus. claiming the privilege Of being occa-
''G sesaeEA suburban summer residence in that
most magnificent Of seasons, IN tnat m0n.h
Of all months in the year," October; further.
oSs, eSS house is the only neutral bit
the landscape all else 10 glow Of color; Inc
fresh greensward recedes under aowef-D bosses
Df aNfd
than any loom of Turkey, Brussels, or Franco
svsr woye. iies under the clump Of evergreen
in far corner of tho estate tapestries OF
and bay-windows and the noble trees that
stand, two and two, in stately pairs, OIL aoout
the place, and up the avenue are torohmght
PROCESSION, which sunshine, instead OF quencn-
ing, fires to q still moro dazzling blaze IL LIS 10
that picturesque time when ladies throw gay
scarfs over the summer dresses they stiii wea ~
when the sky shakes out her violet mists 70
Ws;itbe too divine beauty of earth that sea-
son Of exquisite comfort when one has open
windows and open fires; that dsiieiog ; season n,
With the sunshine In which 1t finished ripen-
ing fvo minutes before. Above ell, It is that
SESSION when people are at all Sympathetic are
Wrs. Marcia Clay, was not at all sympathet-
10. She was simply herself, frivolous wo
man, with strong VIII, ana Onine;e ~, M ~ "
iii sides Of her. The soft Hush 81 on the lip
Of the Indian summer, whom the soul OF ne
tuIe gumss her wipgs for hiSns shS
the deeting rapture Of the season shs per
oeived net. To her it was merely the fAil o
the year, when people GET ready for Or me S NJ
Fleuneea to the waist in rAttling siik, he
fair hair furbelswsd all ever her se S1, AM hs
sn.ssssn Ias, s.s
belt. etrunR about her neck, and fastened
the PIN that held Der collar shi. lady sst ~
taikol a. fast ~ her tongue could rua.
The woman who listened was Of anosn'
kind. one whe might have come to somo Hrna
vas wa Only only somsSody BY little spurts, which d
sine sSsy 81. was not wisho
more than once bewaled In her own mind Il
SSt Inclined sIi ed to each in turn had little win
which, as she spread them, changed to iitt
ans, which, as she moved them, became lit
ispsed utterly, and left her aoundering-
woman without moral vertebrae, who ~
been all her life the prey Of people IN a., VINO .,
greyish, oldish, tallish, weakish, and dress
in that time-honored, thin plain 0t on aar 81
poverty, and which, ut this instant, adorns t
form that owns the arm that moves the MAJ
that holds the pen that writes this history history;
my dear, butit can't be helped. If ! shor
intimate to him that our trunks are all pack
to 60 in town, he would leave instantly aa.;n :,
again but l expected him in summer-tin
not when we were the point of moving,
had our very beds half made In inc ns G n
tend to be delighted. Fortunately, he anu
himself" nj,
xentnred to suggest that Mr. Bently mil
accompany them to town, and was met b.
little shrek which made her jump.
Clancy him in my blue satin or pink sa
chamber! Why, my dear, he smokes,
-okescs chescs, dear! Between you and me,
is bear in his habits, positive bear IT
will believe me, have seen him wear slips
shoes and crumpled linen, Iou should
him at home, in his den. An inky dressi
gown that'he wipes his pens on, old slpr
With holes in them, books piled all about
dust that you could write your name IN
that state he ats and writes hour after MOI
All! Mrs. Clay s. Co, who look at litaleI
through nagnifying glasses, and are blind
all true greatness, the sole of this mans g
ehod shoe is cleaner than your Vongue. Al
is DO dust on his thoughts; there are no he
in the fabrics his brain weaves and when
writes, far. away lands that know You not,
kindred greatness nearer by, feel the cleo
spark that slips from his pens point.
y" What shocking person he must b
tNid Miss Uncertainty, meaning to please
don't wonder you WOa't have him in town
Goodness gracious, Miss Bird" cried
lady, eoloring up. What can you be THU