New-York tribune., 1874-06-12

tone which was In itself fun Of musical eueeesnon
She put on pure white dress. somehow she ieit as
new day washed with Gods dews, and freshened Dy
HIS winds She was simply glad and expectanG S as
Ser ft hair away from her forehead and coed II into
net through whose slender meshes al s oesuy w rr
throat aud was only ornament She might havo sa'
for picture Of U1dns Line % but ds FOR nmpo%s ns eyes
AN INFANT IN DEATH. N,
There came morning at last when the babys eyes dr
not ren Dr Erskine heart throb fainty unuer
ho' % an, hut he knew it was beating its last He
trembed FOR Elizabeth and dared not tell her. sie an
Doctor she said-apd her voice was 80 passonesss
that it might almost have belonged to disempod'ea
spirit-"I know that my darling Is dying" -,
He bowed his head mutey. Her very caimhesS ""0"
els there anything you can do to ease herr
Then will you please awayi she Is minewno ,dM,
bodys but mne IN her life and IN her dea'n anu ""n'
her quite to myself at the last"
Sorrowfully enough he left her. -. ,,,r she
thought in that that she had never oved anytin
else-never In this world should love AWNING ags.
She wanted 10 cry but her were dry ana puIhhk,
and not fell on the little upturned face 30
fast marble. She bent over ana Wnlspereu ,e,
i'm the baby's cara wild, passionate prayer tnat ~
woa i'd remember her, and know her again IN the infinite
spaces look seemed to answer hea
She pressed her lips last desparng agony OF 9ve @ 70
the little iace from which already as se KISSED ~ hs 1us
soul had fed. Her white wonder hau gone nome' AhiS
which lay upon her hungry heart was stone
SPECULATION ON SISTERS.
NV sister was fair she looked Ike the women whom
the early painters chose for models when they panied
angels. She had hair Of tawny eold,1you saw suen
we're in Color like the sky where its blue deep and
cloudless and light shone in their depths tender an aha
cate featires mouth to which smiles came not too
often but like returning children to their home
have seen faces the smiles were Aliens, ana you
felt us If they required safeconduct-a SKIN trans
parent and fautessy smooth; shape tall, slender
blonde the most ardent admlrer OF that typ, OF
| beauty could desire She was firm, too; those 1air
| alxrov Hprp
| and fiber. 1t is brunettes who are easily
moved and governed after all could % on'tUT@ ons oma,
and apparently submissive could raise tempest anu
put the whole house in eommoon But always son
always yield. IL only find people firm enough 10 re-
by M we're
different that we were friends in the true sense OF the
word suppose sisters always love each other. Ihere
If You've read Mrs Ellis But they not usually
RPenns on the same nS4ey ine' Te as
coys each other like sweet wine Ia our case nc
analyze s taste and each time to the draugh
| with zest and new curiosity.
Mrs Mouton's narrative style has the rare excellence
of consecutive evolution She always keeps to the pon
in her descriptions OF scenes without sudden excursions
into bypaths that have end, and should have had
no beginning She is not one Of the writers who are
forever airing their ingenuity at the expense OF theI
readers patience Olting them over stony ROAD instead
| OF leading them smooth lawns and In leafy parks
Still often enhances the enjoyment OF the way pI
the offering of golden apple or cluster OF grapes. dis
| pensng the fruits Of smiling wisdom with bounteou
grace Thus have q volume of criticism in the brie
| description Of Evelyn Hope" as "the hopefules
| poem of love and woe that poet ever penned" TWO
lines present a miniature of the deceitful lover wht
| must have sat for the portrait He felt much bu
eigned more for his nature to which shams fitted
| themselves a garment" To most OF our readers i
would be superuous speak of the brilliant descriptive
tla ant auypa may VI
to many as a new revelation OF her deep insight an'
| delicate of humanity.