The Somerset herald. [volume] (Somerset, Pa.) 1870-1936, 1874-03-18
A sssry and n story.

NJ Reecher in his sermon vi i"
sunday morning: "Tom was
s,rapping, healthy boy, with ,n gren'
annette He lived up in the lnoun n
tains among the charcoal BURNERS VA
.H'Is .n ho ,ras nineteen. Then be went
down A. into the valley and hired out 10
a farmer. Ten was sculiion anu :
S-ndre and first for time the farmer
Ios;,sted 70 trust even the nogs 10
b;s care But there was gllmmer,,
inc of something in him that showeu
INST a little through his uncasinesS; ;;
sftcr a wear or two he became lu,i
80, lsborer-a broad-shouldered'
loon cbested. powerful fellow, VINO
made himself clumsily useful; wen,
hon, that time the farmers daughter
80 ~ home from school. What
revaletion she was to Tom. ne
never knew what it was to worship
ANYTHING, nor how awkward anu
coarse be was. He would have CIV
ON all he had. which wasn't much, TO
learn how TO get into a room without
hitting the door, or what to do with
his hands, or how to sit down right
He began to change his clothes Tor
better ones when be came In from
the davis work, and there was about
him the dawning of Improvement.
Finally the great day came. He
stood trembling before the farmers
daughter. the hard word was spoken,
and she didn't repulse him. think
there is nothing in the life of man
which so rouses him as love. Tom
went to the wrestling matches, and
what a vim there was in him. He
read. he went to church, he wanted
to see how people acted. And,
when, after a good life, he grew TO be
an old man. and talked in a trem-
bling voice to his grandchildren, he
used to say, "0h, what a wife she
was to me, Whatever l became she
made me-" The world is full of such
instances of blessed influence.
There is another story (which
forms a proper pendant to this, and
which Mr.. Beecher did not tell. II
runs something as follows: Frederick
Il. at the age of twenty two gradua'
ted at one of the New York schools
of medicine. His thesis was an elab
crate exposition of the Psychology o
of Galen, and it attracted the mark
ed attention of not only his profes
sors here but Of several of the sauan
of the0ld World, who predicted a Gu
reor for the brilliant young American
lie was the son of poor parents; iron
his father he had received a warn
emotional heart, and from his moth
er large forehead, in which ther'
was a memory for great ideas, a dis
position to analyze and to idealize, |
faith in the external principles of Z
erai le beau et le bien, and a belle
that all women were angels sen
from Heaven. At college he hac
worked sixteen hours a day. HI
had mastered Homer and his Mill
Logic. and what was better, his seal
pei and his microscope. He wa:
poor, be wore plain clothes, had new
er been to ball, rarely to the thea
tire, and he scarcely knew what jew
elry and fine furniture were. HI
knew more of the dress Of the wo
men of Greece and those Of the Cour
of Louis XIV. than he did of thos
in the next street. He had TIVE
grand projects in his head: ore was t
write a history of medicine; the 9th
er was to reconcile by a new elec
tric system all the present chaoti
and conflicting masses OF doctrll
common TO the unhappy sciences.
One day Frederick by aceiden
saved the life of a young girl in the
park. She had a pair of immens
slow-moving, brown eyes, and fac
like the Lake of Como. When b
went to bed that night be said hi
PRAYERS to her instead of to Caller
and his old Greek heroes. Don
blame him; be had been taught tha
woman was divine, and the source Q
al inspiration; he was weak ant
worn with hard mental labor, whicl
costs so fearfully, and be needed in
spiration: and besides, he had read
the Lady of Lyons" He nameC
his draling angel Beatrice, and ded
icated in prospect OF his great work
the Philosophical History of Medi
cine.n to her. 1t should, like th,
Divine Commedia," be the monu
ment of its age. Two weeks afte
this his angel ridiculed his hat, anC
he went and bought another; boots
vest. and shirt-cuffs followed. In on,
wear be had come to the point 0
wearing for her sake different col
ored necktie every day.
In two more years he had stored
In his head two hundred names anC
IDEAS referring to jewelry, two
thousand belonging to lady's wear
ing apparel, three thousand relating
to a lady's boudoir; be knew all O
Ofenbanch's operas by heart, and
the personal history of every foris'
and French milliner in the city
More than this he had married hi:
angel and had become the proprietor
of patent medicine, the "Eradicatol
as the Root of all Disease" and hi:
degenerated though still noble brain
with a great lie, christened it. He
did not give up for an instant bis
grand intellectual plans; he was only
working them out under the inspira.
tion of his angel. "One must not
forget the amenities and pleasures Of
life," she said. "A man must first OF
all be a gentleman, elegant, tender
and rich" Unfortunately for his
angel, Frederic did not during the
next ten years, acquire even the last
oftbose qualities; be was not always
kind, used to lock himself up evenings
and vainly tried to redeem the time
he had lost in reviewing his ole
trusting friend Gallen. So she oh
tanned a divorce from him, and wen
TO New Orleans with man ten year:
his junior Strange TO say FredriC
was not unhappy at the thought o.
his past life; it was only that bis head
felt dull and indolent; the past seem
ed a dream. He became a drug.
gist's clerk and married the drug
gist's fat daughter, and had FIVE chill
dren, three Of whom became mechan