New-York tribune., 1873-06-12


and simplicity. OF course. young owens hnr into
grew daily Then came the question OF putting 'i ~.
the mill This was the common fate OF glrs III "' -,
tion and Jessie's parents saw no reason WY SUI s
not be made useful IN this manner IhS' oi oou''' -
not 10 be borne and owen and his sister ANN OV'F
IN persuade their father to adopt Jessie lho1 "OU
cessfu and tho girl came into the fanny anu
and ,mnroved every advantage which w0ud nave pcou
accorded IN n daughter OF the house. When she "asa
little past 13 Robert owen was obliged 70 come 10 Ao
ica 10 take charge of village ana hrso ''a0' VI
land which his father had purchased IN lhuian''
Hitherto he had never gwen jessie ie'aon
10 believe that he loved her. other than as one OF
his sisters and he thought 10 right to 60 away maintain
ing tho same silence Two years afterward, the longing
TO see her drew him home again. He found nee Deaut
ful and interesting beyond his expectations ana
she received him with such evident emotion that he
began to feel as If he might DO toleraby certain OF WI"
ming her love. But first he determined 10 mahe
a conadant OF his mother She dld not
directly oppose him; but sho entreated nun WIN
sueh fearful earnestness 70 wait three years
longer before speaking TO Jessie that ne was over-per
suaded by her and went away sorowful' Before Iuo
three years had passed his sister Annie died. Jessie mar
ried an estimabe and wetO-do suitor. III was lnoio
than 80 years afterward before Robert owen saw her
again. and learned from her lips that she had loved
him IN the old days. but had believed when no went
away without speaking, that this love was VAIN
and had patiently set herself TO conquer 1t.
Surely more tender, innocent little love idyl never
took the public into its confidence.
JW De Forest commences, lin this number, new
novel lie calls it Honest John Yane - and in this
first instament it promises exceedingly well. Ralph
Keller tells An Amateur supe's story" and Francis
Parkman writes of Early Canadian Miracles and Mar
tyrs" Then there is Miss Elnices Glove" tue tale OF
tender-hearted young belle who undertook 70 be
prison reformer, and pleasant variety OF poems ol
which the noteworthy is the following W Johh u
Whittier:
Nv thoughts are all in yOnder town,
Where wept by many tears
To-day nv mothers friend lays down
Tho burden OF her years.
True as in life, no poor disguise
OF death with her Is seen,
And on her simple casket lies
No wreath OF bloom ana green
O not for her the florists art
The mocklug weeds Of woe,
But blessings Of the yoicelcss heart
The love that pas5eth SNOW!
Yet all about the softeniug air
OF newborn sweetness iIllS' -
Aud the ungathered May-fOwers wear
The tlnts " ocean Shells
The old, assuring miracle
Is fresh as heretOfOrei
And eartn takes up ITS parable
Of life from death once more
Here organ swell and church-boll ton
The prayerful silence OF the soul
Is best betting her.
No sound should break the quictude
Alike of earth and SKY -
o wandering wind IN SeabrOOk wood,
Breathe but halfhcard sigh!
Sing softly, spring-brl, for her sake,
And thou not distant sea.
lapse lightly as # Jesus spake,
And thou vert Gdluce!
For all her quiet life flowed on
As meadow streamlets How.
Where frcsher green reveals alone
Tne uOIseless ways they CO.
From her loved place OF prayer sec
The plan-r0hed mourners pass,
With slow feet trcadug TcyerentlY
Inc graveyard's spnneing grass.
Make room, o mourning ones for me,
Where, ike the friends OF Paul,
That You no more her face shall sec
You sorrow most OF all
Her path shall brighten more and moro
Unto the perfect day;
She cannot fail OF peace who bore
such peace with her away.
O sweet calm face that seemed TO wear
The look Of sins forgiven
O voice ol prayer that seemed 70 bear
Our own needs up to heaven
How reverent in our midst she stood,
or knelt IN grateful praise !
What grace OF Christian womanhood
Was IN her household Waysl
For still her holy living meant
No duty left uudoue
Their kindred loves IN one
And if her life small leisure found
For feastng ear aul eye,
And pleasure, on her daily round,
She passed unpausng by,
Yet with her went a secret sense
OF al thLg sweet and fair,
And beauty's gracious providence
Refreshed her unaware.
She kept her line Of rcCtitude
With loves unconscious ease;
Her kindly instincts understood
All gentle COuItccies
An Unborn charm Of graclOusness
Made sweet her smile and tone,
And glOrided her farm-wife dress
With beauty not its own.
The dear Lords best interpreters
Are humble human souls;
Tho Gospel Of q l!e like hers
Is more than books Or scrolls.
From scheme aud creed the light goes OUT
The sanity fact survives;
The blessed Master doubt
Revealed ia holy lives.
One reads with tender reverence tribute like this,
from one whose own life similar " Gospel" l. C. NJ
Aeu Publications.