Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1876-11-09
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playing sll the time" Here she ran of
into yelvety denunciation of George and
all his works. She granted him hand
some, and generous, and ardent, and SUI
premely intelligent, ''but. alas Polly,
she cried, with a tremulous light in her
soft eyes. "he doesn't see the great world
as see it"
And you asked him 10 give up yacht
ing, Mamie ?"
"Yes. Polly, begged him to think OF
the present time he was wasting. told
him that did not believe he was serious
enough, and he said nc thought he was
too serious already, and
And then, what "
why, then, explained that with his
talents he ought to be doing something
great in some way or other. The world
is full of terrible wrong and wickedness,
and told him that he was very culplble
not to be reiormer."
And what did he say to that ~
WELL" he said 'Pshaw -
did he ~
"Yes. | simply replied: Il implore
you to stop this waste of your death. De
termne to make up your mind to greater
and better things than cruising about in a
pretty boat | urged him TO come to a
decision at once, to turn about immcdi-
ately, to make the splendid resolve to
quench his childish desire for desire for
"A transient triumph over the Petrol io-mor
row but-but-"
"But what, Mamie ?''
but he only walked up and down very
furiously, while ! sat there pleading and
beseeching until grew excessively tired /:
I | have IpnI ed n
and lonely"
And then, l suppose, the quarrel be-
CAMP
Yes. Immediately. George was like "A
tiger. He said he had a mind to turn fish
erman at once. and to remain so all his
days. Then, Polly, | began to discover
that the sprinkling of roses on my path
was a very shallow one. He finished by
asking me In a very excited manner what
it was that wished him to do? What par
iicular labor would seem proper Tor him
10 undertake? What were the terrible
faults that he was committing? George
said ], Indignantly, Il leave all that to
Yourself; your own conscience is sensitive
enough to furnish you with conyicting an
swers.' Here Miss Mamie brdlcd Tor
moment, and then broke down into anoth-
er fit of weeping, and cast hers SELF for Il
second time upon the tender bosom of her
friend.
The friend remained a moment in deep
thought; then she whispered in a sirens
voice, and with sirens embrace, "Nan
ME. dear, haven't you been to hear little
BENJAMIN Dreyfus preach lately?'
"Oh, yes, Polly, all the girls GO
81 thought so.'
"And why, pray?' Mss Mamie looked
up with inflamed eyes.
"Well, because you echo that poor boys
painting after splendid virtues. and like
him are not all sure of what they consist
or where they may begin. Listen mo-
ment to the Trumpet of Wisdom. There
is such thing as keeping your puriles in
hand as well as your faults. You have sud
denly conceived the idea that George is
not leading a life that is distncliyely profit
able to anybody. 1t takes pretty wise
person to prove that, to begin with but
suppose it true, we find you wishing to
animate bin to think more--to open his
eyes to the good he may do with his wealth
to learn the pleasures of more aesthetic,
intellectual, and"
''And religious, Polly"
"Yes, and religious life. Is not chat
your plan Pr
yves
"Well, and how do you set about il P
BY putting yourself in position to direct
him anewP BY placing yourself in adj
vance BY instructng yourself in the def
mite methods by which he may rise ? No
For when he fairly asked you what he
should do, you at once fell back upon your
sentiment. You should know that you
must inoculate people with goodness, not
shoot it into them. 1t was not the most
sagacious plan for you, a full-1edged Puri-
tan, to leap suddenly out, and demand
that your best friend should give up his
best pleasure because you. in solitary self
communion, had decided that he should.
If you are convinced that the few weeks
in the year which are spent by George in
such sport might be better employed, you
should have set about pulsuading him by
slow degrees. | venture to believe that
you have not the remotest idea of the
pleasure of which you wish to deprive
him. think you have never been upon
the water. No? Thought not.
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