American citizen. [volume] (Canton, Miss.) 1864-1890, 1876-11-11

NOW icud-as angels nntheming.
Oil tell what myriad heads are bent,
Oil tell what myriad hearts repent.
He VII look down. He viii relent.
1t dies. The last low strain departs
With deep "Amen" the warm tear starts,
The peace Of Eden fills our hearts.
Good Words.
TOM DUFFAN'S DAUGHTER,
Tom Duffan's cabinet-pictures ore
charming bits of painting; but yor
would cease to wonder how he caught
such delicate home-touohes if you saw
the room he painted in; for Tom has a
habit OF turnfng his wife's parlor into q
studio, and both parlor and pictures
are TIE better for the habit.
One bright morning In the winter OF
1872 he had got his easel into comfort
able light between the blazing fire and
the wip1ow, and was busily painting
His CHEEKY little wife-pretty enough,
in spite of her thirty-seven years-was
reading the interesting items in the
morning papers to him, and between
them he sung softly to himself the IA
vorite tenor song of his favorite opera.
But the singing always stopped when
the reading began; and so politics and
personals, murders and music, dramas
and divorces. kept continually inter
rupting the musical despair of s.Ah,
che La morte ognora.n
But even q morning paper is not uni
yersally interesting, and, in the very
middle of an elaborate criticism on
tragedy and Edwin Booth, the parlor
door partially opened, and lovelier
picture than anyever Tom Duffan paint
ed stood in the aperture-a piquant,
brown-eyed girl, in a morning gown of
scarlet opera flannel, and a perfect
cloud of wavy-black hair falling around
her.
Mamma. if any thing on earth can
interest you that is not in newspaper,
should like to know whether crimps
or curls are most becoming with nv
new seal-skin set.''
"Ask papa"
"f 1 was picture, of course papa
would know; but seeing 1 am only
poor live girl, it does not interest him. -
"Because, Kitty, you never will dress
artistically."
"Because, papa, must dress fash
ionably. 1t is not my fault if artists
don't know the fashions. Can't have
mama for about half an houra"
sWhen she has finished this criticism
OF Edwin Booth. Come in, Kitty; it
win do you good to hear it."
" Thank you. no, papa; 1 am going
to Booths myself tonight, and prefer
to do my own criticism" Then Kitty
disappeared, Mrs. Duffan skipped a
good deal of criticism, and Tom got
back to his " All! che la morte ognoran
much quicker than the column of print
ed matter warranted.
"Well, Kitty child, what do you
wanta''
Sec here.,
"Tickets for Booth'sp''
"Parquette seats, middle aisle; II
know them Jack always does get just
about the same numbers"
"Jack? You don't mean to say that
Jack Warner sent them?''
Kitty nodded and laughed in a way
that implied half a dozen different
Things.
But thought that you had posi-
lively refused him, Kitty?'
"Of course l did, mamma-told him
in the incest kind of way that we must
only be dear friends, and SO on"
"Then why did he send these tick
etsP''
"Why do moths fly around candle
1t i my opinion that both moths and
men enjoy burning"
"Well, Kitty, I don't understand this
new-fashioned way of being off and
on with lover at the same time.
Did you take me from papa simply to
tell me thisr''
"No; I thought perhaps you might |
like to devote few moments to papa's |
daughter. Papa has no hair to crimp |
and no braids to make Here are all |
the hair-pins ready, mamma, and will |
tell you about Sarah Cooper's engage
ment and the ridiculous new. dresses
she is getting"
1t is to be supposed the bride proved
attractive enough, for Mrs. Duffan took
in hand the long tresses, and Kitty rat
lied away about wedding dresses and
suits, and bridal gifts with as
much interest as if they were the genu-
ne news of life, and newspaper intelli-
seHce kind of grown-up fairy lore.
But any one who saw the hair taken
nut Of crimps would have said it was
worth the trouble of putting it in; and
he face was worth the hair, and the
lair was worth the exquisite hat and
he rich seal-skins and the tantalizing
fleets of glancing silk and beaut full
'olors. Depend upon it, Kitty Duffan
vas just as bright and bewitching a
ife-size picture as any one could desire
o see: and Tom Dufian thought so, as
he tripped up to the great chair in
which he was smoking and planning
ubjects, for a s.good-by " kiss.
81 declare. Kitty! Turn round, will
out Yes, declare you are dressed
n excellent taste. All the effects are
God. / wouldn't have believed ik.~