The Jackson standard. [volume] (Jackson C.H., Ohio) 1847-1888, 1876-03-09
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meoTH.-At her home in jackson c. H.,
= Amanda Booth.
% lss Ella was born I'm Ninton county, Ohio,
81 1ber 10, lSJj She was of a delicate constitu-
yot, and at length became a confirmed inva-
SUI Her disposition was however cheerful and
giVeful, and to the last no word Of complaint
en- heard TO fall from her lips.
wale united with the Presbyterian Church OF
ankson in February, 1874, and her heart seems
thaave been given 10 the Savior. So long as
he health would permit, no member Of the
shlrch was more faithful in attendance upon
he means of grace, OF seemed to enjoy them
mre than Ella. Attentive, thoughtful and
chable, she gave evidence that she was grow
brother were OF T-lfscauar Aluu. a. -
hard to say it; but it is true, and is,
fear, not the only case Of the sort-that
although Mr.. Henry Bighorne was the
son of Mr.. and Mrs. Bighorne. there was
little sympathy between him and his
progenitors. Emily had a good deal of
the force and resolve of her father and of
the common-sense Of her mother; and
the affinity of temper had fostered a
deep affection between them. But
Henry was one Of those irregulars who
sometimes appear in families, and are
said by psychologists to recall some for
gotten type of ancestry. Indeed / have
been gravely assured by an eminent onto
logist that he knows-in English families
who can trace their lineage for long gen
erations-of cases in which some unre-
remembered Chinese or Malayan of the
line has inconveniently turned up again
in a living son or daughter. In Henry's
case the anterior ancestor must have
been a mild, beautiful, well-intentioned,
bright, and capable person, but deficient
in the frmness which gives all qualities
their conference and force. He was a
young man Of fine culture. His Greek
and Latin verses at Eton were said to
have shown much more than mechanical
power. When he went to Oxford he was
conspicuous for his love of the "humani-
ties" his precocious judicious judgment,
his mastery of literature, not merely in
the dead but in living languages. Know
ing what he is now, you may be amazed
to hear that his life at the University
was singularly pure and quiet Emily
was his constant correspondent, and
such a correspondent was like an IAN
chor within the veil" One would hardly
be prepared to credit the fact that in
three fatal years this harmless and even
promising boy had been changed into
a debased and morbid roue; but il is as
true as Gospel, and you can. if you please.
have sight of the genie that worked
the transformation.
When Henry Bighorne came home
from Oxford to his cold, calculating,
brisk, and ambitious father, his practical
mother, and fashionable society, he
emerged from a sort of garden of Eden,
in which he had been walking and talk
ing with divinities, and found himself in
an Unexpectedly rude world. He shrank
toward Emily, who loved and admired
him. But Mr.. Bighorne, after watching
the young gentleman for six months, and
finding him to be a shy, rather indolent
student, began to think that the career
he desired for this his son and heir was
in peril of coming to naught. He meant
that Henry should push on the fortunes
of the family and should he himself fail
in reaching his determined goal, the
House Of Lords. this cultivated young
man was by talent and wealth to accom-
plish it. He therefore resolved to break
into Master Henry's gentle life, and stir
it up bit can repeat the converse
tion.
Father: Henry, | have something
special to say to you. You are positively
doing nothing but reading and riding
about with Emily. Have you thought at
all about what you are going to do in
life p
Son: mo, Sir. am very contented
with my present occupation. / am writ
ing a few criticisms and"
Father: Criticisms Fiddlesticks
Leave that to the fools who write books.
or who can't understand them. You
must do something practical in life"
Son: well, Sir, what shall / dol
Father: You know you are the only
one who can succeed to my business"
Son: "Your business, Sirl Good
heavens I"
Father (wrathfully): What the d
do you mean, Sir.2 Has Emily been in
fecting you with her ridiculous senti.
ments? Are my own children to turn
round on their father as if he were a
criminal2
Son: Il beg your pardon, sir.
really meant no reflection. The idea
came on me so suddenly. | had never
thought of such thing"
Father: Precisely. Young men like
you never do think they have come into
the world to do more than enjoy the re-
suit of their fathers labor and sacrifice.
but don't believe in that sort of thing.
The business must have a head. You
will have to be that head, and therefore
YOU must unucEhAdlh busAhNo0'
o fatal syllogism 1t was the saddest
thing in life to witness the expansion
and, in the expansion, the ruin OF that
young cultured mind. lie was placed in
a counting house in the vast establish
ment of the firm. He was drilled in hg-
ures and numbers and calculations. He
was ordered TO acquaint himself with all
the details of the distillery and OF
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ily. who fought a hard battle with
her father and mother about the ar
rangement, watched the result with fe-
yerish anxiety. The rather weak and
weary youth used at first to come home
at night to her for comfort. Then he
began to form acquaintanceshipso OF which
she knew little and which kept him
often away from her lie grew lno-e
fond Of society; and among the circle Of
her aristocratic suitors not Few were
ready to favor young Bighorne by induct-
ing him into the mysteries OF town life.
The tax on a not very vigorous constitu-
tion was met by constant visits to the
tasting.room, where he had learned his
lesson well. Each repair caused a reac-
ton, aud each reaction required repair.
In those words you have whole history
of a million or so of men. Master Henry
became bolder, louder, more vivacious,
more social, and his father rejoiced to see
him waking up bit" lie had, indeed,
walked up with a vengeance. Emily
watched it all in agony. The late hours
the iaded body, the pale face, the hot
hand, the vulgar language, all told her a
tale of she knew not exactly what, but
she felt it was something awful and evil
She wrestled strongly with the devil for
this loved soul, but it seemed to be in