The Middlebury register. [volume] (Middlebury, Vt.) 1850-1882, 1873-05-06

| marrleu people several years, Dut never
heard that Lennox complained in tho
least of his wife's want Of conventionaity,
or even wished to pursue the acquaint-
ance of the fashionable young lady whom
he met at Scarborough.
The French people, high and low, have
a love of country which is uncomfortable.
They have an intense devotion to the soil
itself. They almost never emigrate. They
are are poor colonists, because their chief
thought is to get home again as soon as
possible. So the glory OF France is with
the French the paramount idea Z, and it
has been well said that, while the English
man is proud because so fine a country
belongs to him, the Frenchman is proud
because be belongs to so fine country.
The French are vivacious, animated
race. They abound in sentiment, but not
in romance-that is, the deep, spiritual
romance of our northern race. They
spend no time in introversicn they think
rather than reflect. They are thorough
ly material. This is the repulsivo side
Of their character. They dissect an emo
tion as u botanist does flower to explain
its fragrance, when we only wish to en-
joy it, 1t is by reason Of these qualities
they excel in chemistry, in physiology, in
the exact sciences. Their works on en-
cheering gunnery, architecture, bridg-
ing and so on, are the best. Ladies know
the value of French colors. They excel.
TOO, in the highest grades of manufactures
and in the pretty intricacies of the cook
room, They lead the world in all mat
ters Of taste, where those matters appeal
strictly to the senses. We can scarcely
term such a people "volatilc." They are
persevcringly industrious, which is not
consistent with what is volatile. They
show their material side, and We should
add, their good sense in the way the very
poorest indulge in recreations. And while
the religious sentiment is very strong with
large class, they certainly cultivate the
habit of making the most of life, as if
here were the end-all and the be-all. For
the rest. France is feminine. Outside of
the characteristics we have given, her
qualities are feminine qualities. She is
philosophical in the sciences. She is
philosophical in all that relates to materi-
al life. But touching the question of the
hour, she is carried clear away by i'm
pulses which to us are inexplicable Car
features, IA ieu d'esprit telling play
story Of suffering or wrono. in fact what
have an eject which is utterly impossible
for au Auglo-Saxon to comprehend. Fur
ther, they are exceedingly sensitive, their
amour propre is easily wounded, and the
slight never forgiven. am forced to
add, they have national vanity exceed
ing tina. Of any other people which is
displayed on every occasion.
A traveller in the state of Illinois,
some years ago, came to log cabin on
the prairies, at Cairo, and there halted.
lie went into the house of logs. 1t was
wretched affair, an empty packing box
for table, while two or three old chairs
and disabled stools graccd the reception
room the dark walls Of which were fur
ther ornamented by a display OF dirty
tinware and broken delf article or two.
The woman was crying in one corner,
and the man with tears in his eyes and a
pipe in his mouth, sat on q stool with bis
dirty arms resting on his knees, and his
sorrowful looking head supported by the
palms of his hands. No word greeted
the interloper
Well" said he, yol seem to be in
awful trouble here; what's up?"
40. we are most crazy, ne eighbor, ;"
said the old woman, /" and we amt got no
patience to see folks now"
That is all right" said the visitor,
not much taken back by this polite rebuff;
but can't be of any service to you in
all this trouble?"
"Well we have lost our gal our Sal
is gone and left us" said the man, in tones
of despair.
"Ah do you know what induced her
to leave you ?" remarked the new arrival.
"Well, can't say, stranger, as how she's
so far lost as to be induced, but then
she's gone and disgraced u.s." remarked
the afflicted father.
Z" Yes, neighbor, and not as | should
say it as is her mother, but there warn't
a pootier gal in the West than my Sal /;
she's gone and brought ruin on us and
her own head, now," followed the stricken
mother.
Who has she gone with ?" asked the
visitor.
"Well, there's the trouble. The gal
could have done well, and might have
married Martin Kehoe, a capital shoe.
maker, who, although he's got but one
eye, plays the flute in lively manner
and earns good living. Then look what
a home and what life she has deserted
She was here surrounded by all the lux
ury in the country
!" Yes, and who knows what poor Sa
will have to eat or drink, or wear, now,
And who is the fellow that has taker
her from you, to lead her into such mis-
cry p quoth the stranger.
Why, cuss him, she's gone off ant
got married to critter called an editor
as lives in the village, and the devil only
knows how they are to earn living"
The telegraph occasionally pays Mr.
' Beecher the compliment of Transmitting
some of his Sunday remarks to the press
, as was the case last week, but one passag
. in his discourse, which appears by th
: fuller report to have been received witt
. marks of delight by the audience, wa
& overlooked 1t is as follows; Whel
he went back to his childhood he though
o the happiest man he ever knew was
black man. He used to work on the farr