The Camden journal. [volume] (Camden, S.C.) 1866-1891, 1878-02-19

1t was low thatched cottage, trell-
iscd in vine, that stood upon v'rdant
green swa,d. This cottage was white as
the dripping snow, presentips a hne
contrast with the gretnness around 1t
white-vciucd ivy and other vines hung
gracefully from the low, drco1'ng caves
their tendrlls cliugirg to tho snowy
boards. Upon the whole, the exterior
ef this cottage was romantic and PIC
turcsque, tie interior neat and tidy
and the inmates consisting of three.
Baby Nelly is Sleeping in her downy
crib. in dreamy communion with the
angels that hover near her. Nelly is
the household pet, Sunbeam to her
parents existence.
A young looking mother is seated at
her desk, dashing off with uuassumed
rapidity, page after page, in bold and
regular chirography. 'Tis Emma Clay
land. a Literary wife" She, the once
splightly au6 lcvatle Emma, is some
what changed from strenuous thoughts
md close confinement; and, despite her
husbands frequent requests for hFr to
desist from writing, she resolnt'i iy
clincs. with n tenacious spirit, to her
hearts idol. literature.
Herbert Clayland was man of cnltl'
vated tastes; fine and rrepossessinG
,xtcrlor was his. A man of business
tact, but not of talent, he aspircd not to
the knowledge Of Newton, nor tho
genius Of a Socrates. Therefore, he
could in no wise set true value
of appreciation upon the talent pos
scssed by his wife Emma; aud while
,iewing it in light Of depreciation, he
did not rightly balance her worlh-did
not duly consider the genius that lay
buried in her active mind, only awaiting
the proper touch to call 1t into motion,
which touch would in coarse Of tune
terminate into beautiful aud sublime
thoughts, and weave for her q never
fading laurel.
Herbert Clayland entered into his
wife's room, and, with a voice whose
tone battled 'twixt smiles and frowns, he
said -
"Emma put up your writing!
wonder at your patience in remaining
at the desk SO constantly, scrlbbllnp
away On a nonscnsical essay; it would
kill me-"
Emma, pushed her manuscript aside,
and, turning to her husband, replied
"'Tis not laborious task to ne, deal
husband; | derive pleasure from thi'
occupation; writing Is my forte, and
with PEN. ink and paper around me
and little Nelly asleep, | am perfectly
happy"
"Perfectly happy! Hit makes yo'
happy, Emma, continue TO write; but
estimate it as labor that will yield yo'
no profit, and | would not wear my lii'
out at the desk Cor mere pleasure"
"Do not discourage me. Herbert;
might derive profit from i. some day
Pearl divers do not expect to Clear th'
bottom of the ocean at single dive
neither would they expect to suppl
the queens palace with pearls; re
peatcd dives must bc made befr
the sought-for prize is gained. Pa
riencc and perseverance are twin sister
to success. The intellectual trade is
tedious one, but the delight ana plea
sure that an active Imagination aiiora
countcrbalances the numerous pltiall
that darkcn the way of the ambitious
You seem to appreciate that your
is an intellectual existence
81 experience delight from the belief
An intellectual life is really wl'h!n IN
reach of every one who earnestly desire
IT,"
"And you desire it ?"
Il do"
Compare your literary jewels t
avwer, oS umsbsuteS carles'"