The Portland daily press. [volume] (Portland, Me.) 1862-1921, 1878-04-15
MONDAY MORNING, APRIL 15.

mVNUAI MVhNlNUs AFKlL l0s
that there is anything else in the world to be
done or thought of but love.m king; but the
days OF life are many, and the husband must
be guide to be trusted-a companion, friend
as well as lover. Many girl has married
man whom she knew to be anything but
good, because he loved her So" And the
hame has died out on the hearthstone of home
before long, and beside it she has been sitting
with one that she could never hope would lead
her heavenward-or who, if she followed him
as wife should, would guide her steps to per-
ditioD. Marriage Is solemn thing-a choice
for life; be careful in acknowledgement
The Rev. Edward e. Hale does not like the
voices of his countrywcmen. He saws that
most OF them talk with shrill voice, and if
tney wish to gain power seek it by sharpening
the note, or screaming, rather than by giving
more volume, and adds: 81 remember at the
great dining saloon of the b iuer au Lac Hotel
in Zurich, both the largest and finest dining
hall ever saw, when five hundred people were
dining at once at their different tables, could
single out my own countrywomen in all parts of
OF the hall, no matter what their distance, by
the shrill yell, more or less nasal, with which
they summoned the walters, ordered soup,
asked for napkin, or passed from pastry to
ice cream. Above the general roar of the
buzz buzz-buzz of five hundred voices in con-
versatiou you could distinguish the war cry of
these eight or ten AmericaL women, as you
distinguish signal rockets at night bove long
dark line of entrenchments." Mr.. Hale as.
c'ibes these unpleasant tones to the custom of
of making little girls read in a loud and un-
natural fashion in the grammar and primary
schools.
Emile Guyou, of the Coincide Franchise,
owed her life once upon time. to her presence
Of mind and talent for shrieking She and
Nine. Marie Lsurens had narrowing moth
ers' scene at the Porte Saint-Martin in Gle
Fills de la Mutt where shrek was pitted
against shrek and Nine. Guyon's final yell,
MY child, my child give me back my childr'
used fairly to curdle the blood of every one
within hearing. She had been invited to
spend a few days with NJ Legcuve
at Seine Port, but when she arrived
at Cesson in the evening, she found no ore in
waiting as they did not expect her till next
day. She set out to walk along the lonely road
and at particularly gloomy spot was seized
by two men. For a moment, she was too
much startled to do any thing, but her senses
returned promptly, and she threw her whole
energy and the full forcs of her wonderful
lungs into one shrek. She did not Cry
Du secours! but instead elet off hfr usual cry,
Mon eafdnt, mon enSant, rendez moi mon en-
fdnt' The highwaymen dropped her, stuck
their fingers in their ears and fed, their hair
on end. Such q shrek they had never
hanr hofa n fho &l,a% Al
no ''enfant" anywhere in sight they made sure
that they had captured ravipg maniac.
Old Loves.-It might, perhaps, be thought,
that from what we have said, we picture to our
selves world in which each man has one old
love, just as each man has only one wife But
that is not our meaning We have dwelt upon
one old love, for the purpose of illustration !;
but we are well aware that the 'sacred draw
err may contain several odd gloves various
withered flowers, and tokens from inuumer-
able sources, of the time when we were young,
and foolish and happy. There is sliding
scale in love, from dainty fancy down to des-
perate passion. The old loves, of which we
speak, are nearer tothe former end of the scale,
and never get very close to the latter, for, if
they did, they might, perhaps, not have as
may leave behind it the remembrance of an old
love, though that necessarily depends upon the
amount of infammability of the individual,
and likewise on the tender tenacity of his
memory. We are disposed to think that the
luckiest man in this respect is one who does
not feel immoderately and remembers forever.
he is pretty certain to have wrought no mis-.
Chief and the latter half of his life may linger,
without conjunction, on graceful and kindly
"reminiscences. He is not the man for whom
women make great sacrifices. These they
reserve for either very intense OF very worthless
men; and the man who can think, without vex.
alton and pain, that he ever left woman hess
happy than he found her, is of hopelessly
base disposition. 1t is not to be desired that
too much earnestness should be imported into
matters, IN connection with which, unless thew
tern iuate round a wedding breakfast table,
earnestness may carry fatal consequences 1t
Claiming, clever and virtuous, and, believing
that If he could have married her he would
have tried to win her.-Saturday Reoieoo.
bore is described as an instrument which
pierces by force of pressure-metaphorica a
man who, using his tongue as brad-awl,
drains the spirit out of his hearers. There
are small bores, and big bores, the smooth and
the grooved bores; but they all worry alike.
The smooth bore is the idler who wishes to
make others keep him company There is
nothing personally disagreeable about him.
He is chatty and imaginative, but he has
hidden his talent in napkin, aud his idle.
ness is contagious. He accounts an hour
as nothing, and cuts large slices out of
ones afternoon. He not only binders
the busy man from working, but leaves
him in state of languor unfit for bust
ness. He proposes little dinner parties, cts
for the theatre-outings too attractive to be
withstood; he leads one on to talk on ones
pet subject for he can be patient listener at
times and he knows ones weaknesses; so that
the value of time wasted in his company can
only be estimated when he is gone. This it is
that makes him SO insidiously dangerous.
When his knock is heard ones first impulse is
to protest; but the craven desire for
conversation instead of work steals
over one at the sight of the smooth
bore's smile, and so another day has to
be added to the tale of misspent moments But
the days of small talk are passing aud those of
tall talk are come, SO we have the grooved bore
or bore with one hobby. When harp has one
string, that one at any rate changes its pitch
with every variation of the weather; cut when a
man has one topic, no turn of current events, no
efforts to vary the conversation will alter his
topic In the least. He is like the drenching-
spoon in nanger, which stuffs victuals into
the unwilling mouth of the COW tied to the
rack The unconscious selfshness which is
the characteristic of all bores in him reaches
such point that his victims are tempted to
doubt its unconscousness.-PdU NJ all Gazette.
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