The Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1868-1895, 1877-03-21

NATIVE notions passing through the brain
while half sleeping or doing. In dreaming
there is no proper or restorative rest
They were very pretty and was ap
/ parently five or six years difference in their
ages. As the train pulled up at Bussey. out
on the A, X. and d.. the younger girl blush
ed, hattened her nose nervously against the
window, and drew back in joyous smiles as q
young man came dashing into the car. shook
hands tenderly and cordially, insisted on
carrying her valise, magazine, little paper
| bundle, and would probably have carried
her had she permitted him. The passengers
smiled she left the car, and the murmur
Went ripling through the coach, they're en-
gagged" The other girl sat looking nervous
ly out OF the window, and once or twice
gathered her parcels together as though she
would leave the car, yet seemed to be en-
pecting some one. At last he came. He
bulged into the door like house on fire.
looked along the seats until his manly gaze
fell on her upturned, expectant face reared,
'Come on I've been waiting for You on the
platform for fifteen minutes grabbed her
basket and STROBE out of the car, while she
followed with little vaise, a bandbox, q
paper bag full of lunch, bird cage, a glass
jar of jelly preserves and an extra shawl
And crusty looking old bachelor in the
further end of the car croaked out, in unison
They're married"
OF List and Chopin as a party at George
Sands this picturesque story Is told: Liszt
was at the piano. He played one of Cho-
pins Nocturnes, and embroidered it with
trills, tremolos and other variations which
were not IN the score. Chopin repeatedly
showed his impatience, and at last, unable
to command himself any longer he went up
to the piano and said, with his English
Qnl6 Aar. l.. f.ll n
you do me the honor to play one of my COM
positions, play 1T as It's written, or play
something else. Chopin alone has the right
TO change Chopin" List was extremely
vexed, and instantly quilted the piano stool:
Very well, play it yourself" Chopin re-
piled: "Willinglyw and took the vacated
stool. Just as he did so a large moth giddi-
ly lighted on the lamp and put it out Cho-
pin exclaimed: Don't light it. Nay. ex-
tinguish all the candles. Moonlight alone
best" For an hour he played. When the
enchanter ceased tears rolled down every
cheek, and especially down LISTS cheeks
He put his arm around Chopin, pressed him
to his heart, and said: 'Ah, my dear friend,
you are right The works of a genius like
you are sacred; tbs proclamation TO touch
them. You are really a poet. / am but q
mountebank." Chopin warmly exclaimed.
mol no. no. no. We each have our pecu-
liar excellence-that's all the difference be-
yourself do that there is no human being
who can play Beethoven and Weber as you
play them"
HARRIET MARTINEAUs FIRST APPEARANCE N
PRINT.
suppose must tell what that first paper
was, though | had much rather not, for
am so heartily ashamed of the whole bust
ness as never to have looked at the article
Ell nn hn fret Anti nf OFF
on Female Writers on Practical Divinity"
L wrote away, in my abominable scrawl OF
those days, ON foolscap paper, feeling might
lily like fool all the time. l told no one,
and carried my expensive packet to the post
office myself, to pay the postage. took the
letter V for my Signature can not at all re-
member why. The time was very near the
end of the month. 1 had no def
mite expectation that / should ever
hear anything of my paper; and
certainly did not suppose it could
be in the forthcoming number That num-
Der was sent in before service time on a Sun
day morning. Ny heart may have been
thumped prodigiously when saw my ar
ticle there, and in the notices to cores
pondents, a request to hear more from V. OF
Norwich. There is certainly something en-
tirely peculiar in the sensation of seeing
ones self in print for the first time; the
a way of which black ink is incapable in
any other mode. So felt that day, whenI
went about with my secret-I have said
what my eldest brother was to us-in what
reverence we held him. He was Just mar
ried, and he and his bride asked me 10 re-
turn from chapel with them to tea After
tea he said: Come now, we have had
plenty of talk; will read you something;"
and he held out his hand for the new Re
pository. After glancing at it he exclaimed.v
''They have got a new hand here Listen"
After paragraph he repeated, "Ahl this is
a new hand; they have had nothing so good
as this for long while" ct would be inn
do not know the Monthly Repos-
itory of that day, how very
small compliment this was) / was silent,
of course. At the end of the first column,
he exclaimed about the style. looking at me
in some wonder at my being as still as q
mouse. Next, land well | remember his
tone and thrill to it still) his words were:
"What fine sentence that isl Why, do you
not think so?" mumbled out, silly enough,
that it did not seem anything particular.
Then said he you were not listening. I
will read it again. There, noww AS he
still got nothing out of me. he turned round
upon me- as we sat side by side upon the
sofa, with Harriet, what is the matter with
you? never knew you so slow to praise any
thing before" 1 replied, in utter confusion,
81 never could battle any body. The truth
is that paper is mine" He made no reply;
read on in silence, and spoke no more till
was on my feet to come away. He then laid
his hand on my shoulder and said gravely,
calling me dear" for the first time Now,
dear, leave it to other women to make shirts
and darn stockings; and do you devote
yourself to this" | went home in sort Of
dream, so that the squares OF the pavement
seemed to float before my eyes. That even
ing made me an authoress-From Harriet
Martineau's Autobiography.
The Bible on Hayes. af