New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1873-09-06

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Her home was like inn since its doors opened cheef
fu,ly 70 all corners bat her hospitality was not sold
che gave freely OF her store 10 all guests and receiver
from them only their thanks and the delight that oien
times came from the chance benediction OF soiue
gracious presence. She had brought with her' from
England 10 America, ono boarded memory IN thaV VI
Young man, John Estaugh by name, who had once
,noken words OF power at the great May Meeting
in Iondon That she should time see MIN again.
was borne in upon her mind-thh quiet quaker pn'nu
which is like temple wherein its owner sees Ns'onS
and dreams dreams. OF course, to TINS propnes'
anticipation its fulhlmen IN the person Va Jun"
Estaugh. -, A.,
youhful he was and tall and his cheeks agov with the
And as he entered Elizabeth and going to meet
As il an unseen power had announced and preceded his
And he had come as one whose coming had long been
expected, =, ,,r..., nm, ,ya1.
come, John Estaugh." Ia, ,o,o,ior
And the stranger replied with stad and quiet Deavlo
"Dost thou remember me STILL Elizaoeth' Ai'ei %
Years have passed. it seemeth wonderful thing that
surelv me hand Of the Lord conducted here to thy
And Eiza6eth answered with confident voice. and Sc
Looking into his face with her innocent eyes as she
Surely the hand of the Lord in it, his Spirit hath led
Ont of the darkness and storm to light and peace OF
my hreside"
And time passed on, and John Estaugh went and
came and at last, before he sailed back TO England
Elizabeth told him. with straightforward simplicity III
deed but with certain maidenly reluctance as one ln
PEELED to reveal secret she would fam nave guarded:
will no longer conceal what is laid upon me TO tell
thee; -. 49,
have received from the LORD charge 10 loNe lnee'
John Estaugh"
Shall be hypercrcal say that the Quaker youth
would have better suited my ideas Of what lover should
be had he known his mind and spoken his yea or
"nay" without hestationi But he was afraid Of max
ing mistake, and as coy the wsest Of maidens lie
answered demurely:
pleasant 10 thy converse, thy ways thy meek
Pleasant thy frankness of speech, and thy SOULS immac
Love without dissmuatlon holy and inward adornng
have yet no light 10 lead me- no voice 70 urec' ne
When the Lords work and the toll and the labor
He hath appointed TO me- VIII gather into the stiffness
OF my own heart awhile, ana listen ana wall lor MS
guidance"
Then Elizabeth said not troubled nor wounded in
80 It best John Estaugh We VIII not speak of it
II hath hecu laid upon me to tell thee this for tomorrow
Thou art going away, across the sea ana KNOW hI DO
creed It,
Thou viii return again to seek here and TO find me-"
SO he went his ways, and Elizabeth remained at home
and was patient Is IL that only know what things
are worth to us when miss theml DO We recognize
our les angels only by chance CLEAN Of sunlight
on their departing wingsl When John Estaugh was FAR
away he began to bethnk himself how precious GIT
had been offered him. What might have been shone
enticnely before him and he looked at it as we all
look at the fair faces Of our lost opportunities and he
thought
"Oh lost DAYS of delight, that are wasted IN dououng
Oh lost hours and days in which might have been
happy"
So at last 4" the voice spoke 10 him, the light "
came and guided his footsteps, and he went oack 10
Elizabeth doubt he was good and true nus
band; but the impatient lover of the Princess Emma Is
poetic figure.
"The scilian's Tale" which comes next is pleasant
reading but it is rhymed humor rather than poetry
ouick-wited lazy glutton OF monk steals farmers
donkey and then persuddes the farmer that the donkey
had never been a donkey at all; but that he, himself
had expating his sins in the donkeys form the
farmer feasts him sumptuously, but is usgusted al
his gluttOny and concludes, before the repast is over
that If Brother Timothy does not mind his ways he VIII
presently he remanded into his donkey shape again.
Accordingly he is not much surprised when, at fair he
finds his very old donkey for sale He buys him.
and treats him with much consideration, until the too
welfed beast fat and kicks, and worse yet
breaks his shed at night and the cabbage
bed Then donkey monk. it all one-the poor beast
is worse than ever until at last death ends his
OF the Spanish Jews second tale, "Scanderbeg'" |
have spoken length in The TRIBUNE when appeared
in The Atlantic Monthly. 1t is noble poem, full OF
movement and vieor bathed oriental atmosphere
and with a feeling of fatality running Through it, which
the Pasha's speech puts into words:
Allah is just and great!
] Yield 10 the will divine.
The city and lands are thine
Who shall contend with fate
The musician, in his turn, reces a simple balad-a
legend which has been already rendered into English
verse by others but which is so well done now az to
justify its temperance. In the ntcrlude which fol
lows this ballad. few hnes about facts 80 wise
and just that must quote them:
Poets-the best of them-are birds
OF passage; where their instinct leads
They range abroad for thoughts and words,
And from all cmes bring home the seeds
That terminate in flowers or weeds.
They not fowls III barnyards born
10 cacke DER grain OF corn
And, If YOU smut the horizon down
To the small limits of Their town,
What do you but degrade your bard
Till be at last becomes as one
Who thinks the allencrclinG
Rises and sets in his back yard
The last Tale OF the Waysde Inn is THE Rhyme Of
Sir Christopher" OF which wrote You in discussing
The Atlantic for September Then comes the {" Finale
In which the friends take leave of the old Inn. The old
staRe-coach at the door, and
Farewell" the porty landlord cried
FAREWELL the parting guests replied,
But little thought that nevermore
Their feet would pass that threshold oeri
That nevermOre together there
Would they assemble, free from care,
To hear the oaks mysterious roar
And breathe the wholesome country ar.
Where they now What lands and skies
Paint pictures in their friendly eyes
What hope deudes, what promise cheers.
WHAT pleasant voices NJ Their eaISf
Two are beyond the salt sea waves
And three already in their graves.
PerchaDce the living stu may HOOK
lutO the pages Of this book,
And see the days OF long ago
Floating and feeting 10 and ;fo
As in the wellrememberesi brook
They saw the inverted landscape CLEAN,