The daily dispatch. [volume] (Richmond [Va.]) 1850-1884, 1878-07-22

NE, Bill I" cried Charles, to the great dis
!ress Of Bfl, who was quite overwhelmed
BY the reference to himself.
.tI tell you, won't have you here any
way,,, retorted his sister, growing white
with passion. g Are you going TO leave,
Or shall help you.0 There was sueh an
ou,inous expression to both the voice and
face that .sBill - involuntarily shrank 10
the door, while the angered Charles, none
The less impressed with the advisabii1ty OF
departing, threw doWnthe book with q Slam
ON the table, requested his sister, with great
feeling, to 60 to blaZes. and escaped WIZ
his companion. A moment later sne was
restored to comDosure by the subllmity OF
her theme. She wrote:
"True nobility is a.life consecrated 10 Cne
veal OF others. There can come no True
nobility without this conservation. Ana
that. to be effective, must lean upon n1gheI
mower than aught Of this earth. Coo must
be in IL to make it power. Without HIS
helm II ia impossible TO overcome SELL. SET
the mark as high as we may, human weakness
will nreyent its attainment. Only in Him
and through Him can we rise to this no
bility."
Hereupon, finding that it was getting late,
Miss Woodby put up her writing ana re-
tired to bed.
Immediately after eating her breakfast the
next morning she hurried to her room an q
began again. Her mother told her sne
would want her help in cleaning on the
breakfast-tabIe; but she felt she could not
snare the time, and took advantage Of ner
parcnt's absence from the table to get away
She wrote: 4ro 81,
"But we ourselves must strive. He VIII
not make this better life for MS, but II we
are determined to reach it He will help us.
The secret of success IS care lot HUE
attending conscientiously to tue
performance OF the smallest duties. That
duty which comes fret, whatever it may De,
is the one to be performed. That claim
which is the first presented upon us Is the
one to honor" ;,
at this point in the essay the door
opened and her brother presented himself.
He had not forgotten the episode OF the nlsnt
before. He surliy observed:
"Ma wants you to comb my HAIR and tie
nv bow, so can get ready for school"
eft amt time for you to go TO school yer,
in an hour, and you know it," she impa-
tentIy replied.
"Well, don't want to go out in the
street ?n he demanded. "You don't s'pose
I am going to stay in the house all the
time?"
- don't care where you stay or what you
do. I am not going to leave my work to
bother with you, and if you want to 60 away
TO play you can 60 as you are, or stay IN
doors till get ready to attend to YOU"
81 won't stay in"
"Thcn let ma comb your hair. I'll comb
it with chair if you don't get out OF my
sight. You are enough to drive saint
mad"
whether this encomium to his qualities
was all he desired is not known, but he lett,
and reported to his mother the result OF the
errand, and pestered her until she dropped
her work and made him ready for the
street. :. :,
81 wish your sisters essay was in the
fire." she was driven to say.
Before Miss Woody could commence
again fellow-pupil called, and the time till
school was taken up in conversation upon
the graduation toilets.
In the afternoon she got down to work at
the sitting-room window.
"Looking afar off to the accomplishment
OF some great service, while little, helpful
things at our hand are left undone. is not
the way to seek true nobility. Every day
should be set apart to duty. 1t should DE
entered upon with a firm determination to
slight nothing, to avail ourselves OF every
thing that will tend to make those about us
happier and better. Thus determined, and
with an unbroken reliance on Providence,
success must come"
A sudden movement in the yard beneath
the window attracted her attention. She
looked out and beheld her brother and two
I'm
frown settled on her face.
"Charles I" she cried, "go away from
there with your noise"
$50 'way?' he repeated; "what are we
doing to you 20
"You disturb me in my writing. Go on
the other side OF the house."
ssBut the sun is there"
CT don't care Ii tits; it won't hurt YOU
"Why don't you 60 somewhere else to
write ?" he saucily inquired.
Don't you be impudent to me, young
man, or I'll come out there and pull your
ears for you. Go away at once, tell you,
"Come on, boys" he suddenly cried,
jumping up, .slets 60 away from the cross
old stick. We don't ask any odds of her"
And they trooped OFT.
Miss Woody could have almost cried
"The selfish imp," she whispered to her
wounded heart, referring to her rude bro
Their.
Then she resumed her place at the writing,
and continued:
"Is it not worth the battle? Is not a tri-
umph which shall bring ourselves into sub
lection to the better impulses Of our nature,
and bring sunshine into the lives OF those
,lop N q
to be proud Of and rejoice over? How de-
basing is the selfish life in comparison to this.
How insignificant and unworthy appear the
things OF the world in contrast to the glory
OF pure, unseish, generous life. How
can one content himself 10 live only for the
advancement of self? To grovel in the dust
rather than to mount to the clouds? Dear
friend, would you be at peace, would you
be happy, would you be honored by others,
would you be lifted Godward? Then CON-
mence tonight seeking the welfare OF others
rather than yourself, and thus reach TRUE
NOBILITY"
Everybody at the exercises was pleased
with the essay and many young man with
noble impulses looked upon the fair autho-
ress and wished in the very depths Of his
heart that he might have such one for a
life companion.
Miss Woody is going into the country
with fellow-pupil next week to spend the
heated term beneath the cool trees and by
the side of the running brooks. Her mother
will often be cheered amid her family cares
by breezy letters, without doubt.
A Pittsfeld young lady recently inquired
at Lord & Tayor's store in New York for
"Louis Quinze" shoes. Some were shown
her by spruce clerk, but not liking a pecu-
liarity about the heels, she asked if they had
none without it. ooh, no." said the clerk,
g Mr.. Quinze always makes them just like