The St. Cloud journal. [volume] (St. Cloud, Minn.) 1866-1876, 1874-04-09

"Hsve you ever read this little
book Z" said Rosalie. 1t length, making
. desperate effort after self.control a.
she took up the Gloves of the! Poets,"
which lay in 'blue and gold" upon the
centre-table. ut contains great deal
of information. about the. gentle craft
and the fair ladies who Inspired them"
So Mr.. Henry had heard; he had
never read the volume in question,
however, and. did not care to-. BE
preferred ssch knowledge Of tho poets
as he could gain from their own writ
ings and contemporary authors. Sta
tistios 10 these mstters were not to his
taste.
"You have acted With prudence"
said Rosalle, smiling mischievously,
"if you wished to retain your enthusi-
asm. Do you know I used to think,
when I Was younger, that it vas q
glorious thing to be loved by q. poet
and immortalized in his verses2 But
this little book. has sadly, undeceived
me. Who would care to be Beatrice,
and have her praises chanted years .sf.
ter ber death by the husband Of the i'll
tempered Gemma Dousti Z. Or High
land Mary With ones memory recall
ed and .postrophized when her adorsr
WAS most happily married to another
woman : Only to think Of the ei.eum-:
stances under which MARY in Heaven
MAS composed r
"What we're they Z"
"Have you meyer heard them? The,
excellent Robert, 1t seems, had been,
working al day in h.rvest, apparently
in fine spirits; but % night came on
be grew weary. and sad about some.
thing, and wandered out into the barn
Js1o his sffeotiopats wife fol-
lowed him, urging. him ~ ~-,in =.
the air WAS cold ana she feared for, his
health. He promised: again and again
to come, but still delayed compliance;
at last she went out and found her bard
stretched upon = heap Of straw; his
eyes fixed on beautiful planet that
shone like another NOON This time
she prevailed on him to come in, when
he Immediately sat down and wrote the
stanzas to MARY 10 Heaven"
"After which he probably had .
chat with his wife, and perhaps 'dr.p'
of something to cheer his dropping
spirits" said Mr.. Henry, laughing.
"ReaIly, Miss May6eld, 1t was, shame
ful !; Mrs. Burns should be indicted for
the cruel blow her recital has Inflicted
on ali romance-loving Young ladies like
| 3ourself''
"Iudeed,'' said Rosalie, shaking he.
pretty head, II don't blame her in the
least. Do you suppose it vas very
pleasant for bel, to have her husband
writing those Beautiful. passionate
verses to another WOMAN? She did
quite right 70 give,a simple detail Of
tho facts in the: case"
"Bat Mary was dead, you mast re.
member"
II think such a rival must be almost
worse than living one; because With
the latter there is always possibility
that she may reveal defects that shall
cure her lover of his devotten. But
the dead are safe J: their faults are for
gotten their virtues alone remember
ed; and there Is q sort of poetic halo
thrown about them with which any
woman might dread to contrast her,
SELF"
"What other instances do you feel
disposed to carp at among these un-
lucky poets p
I "Oh very many. How poor and
artificial q, thing is Wallers passion
for his Sscharisssa, for: example. In
all most every case you will End that the
;; lady was indifferent to: her adorer, Or
hopelessly beyond his reach; or else
that be oelebrated her charms at leu.
ure, while he was comfortably espoussd
to some one else. 1 must say that I
should rather have been Mrs. .Donne,
or Habisgton's eCastsra, than. any Of
the SteAas, Lsuras, or Lemons. I
should very much prefer inferior poet.
~, accompanied BY truthful fesline,' =
$50 you think" said Mr.. Henry,
seriously, after short pause "sha,
you could not value, any poetic 7oelebri-
I ~ that was not founded on: . mutual
attachment p -. 7.,.r7 :
Ros.lie, for the 6rst time ;sep.s;ss::;, ss:;
@,:aiug =, suS S' 1poo, knew not how to-. re-
treat ; she blushed violently, and could
not reply.
"And you would raeber," !" he added,
drawing nearer, and taking in bis her
unresisting hand, "be the dear wife of
. humble poet than the distant heroine
of the greatest ?''.: ..>,- ;.l
Every one can guess At Rosalie's an.
sver.
(ooNoLuDED NEXT WEEK.
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