Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1879-11-16

Welding in living fires a golden chain.
That tell though man may die, he lives again!
A Strange Record.
If now some latter "Virginian," some
contemporary Warrington, leading his
tranquil country life at Castlewood,
should find in an old box or brass bound
trunk of Queens Anne's day mass of
yellow letters of the time Thackeray
describes, he would linger long over the
treasure with musing delight, lost in
dreams Of Lady Castlewood and her later
husband and the beautiful Beatrix. If,
at length, he opened some one of the
half manuscripts, and saw
that it was a letter Of the Lady Beatrix,
and read these words, would they not be
the very words that he might expect to
read it he knew that lady ari ght: 81
hope to hear nothing about affections
being engaged, because that is poor
excuse. We all know that mems or
women's affections may be got over, and
that only fools marry for anything but
connections OF great wealth I have
10 other idea of comfort in any other
mode Of life than in courts, and in living
with people of rank, and gong into COM
pany every day. I hate retirement and
domestic life, and have sacrificed through
life everything to ambition' Mr.. War
rington would smile, perhaps, at the folly
OF recording such sentiments, and more
soberly reflect that the words revealed
the beautiful Beatrix more perfectly even
than a portrait by Kneller.
AS he turned over the fading manu-
scripts, and persued the record of SO
mean worldliness, he might we'll won
der that woman could be so beautiful
in her face and SO deformed in her soul.
The ghostly letters would gradually
seem to him repuisive from their want of
brilliancy or humor, and from the lack of
any glimpse of the life or society OF the
time, except that Of her own spiritual
barrenness. He certainly would find
them withou:: charm of style, or any
charm whatever, and they would be nota-
BILE only as study of character, and
character hard and selfish end wholly
without attraction. Doubtless his mind
would constantly recur to the tamously
beautiful woman, and he would perhaps
doubt as he read whether, after all, she
did not go off with prince, to be disown-
ed possibly by his family, yet
still pride herself upon the connec-
ton, and to shine in court circles with an
indirect lustre shed by royal name. If
it were but the imperial family of Bara~
tara to which she could claim some tie,
it she could only be recognized as Prin-
cess Panza, it would be glory enough,
and the Lady Beatrix would envy no wo-
man.
But how much more would Mr.. War
rinSton be amazed if he discovered as he
read the yellowing manuscripts that his
beautiful relation had been for time
the rightful wife of a king, and by mar
rage member Of the most conspicuous
family in Europe of her time, and at a
most interesting period of history! How
would his amazement grow as he per-
ceived that the writer OF the letters that
he held lived for many years in the high
est circles trequcnted by famous figures
of every kind, herself by her name and
her beauty astriking part of that brilliant
society, and that, with her unequalled
opportunities, her letters might we'll be
fascinating chapters in a delightful kind
of; literture He would scan the leaves
with fresh eagerness to seize the very
form and pressure of & proaigious epoch,
and if some happy thought suggested to
him that a woman whom tradition said
that beauties envied her beauty and wits
dreaded her wit, that kings sought her
acquaintance and princes claimed her
friendship, might write letters which
should show the sanoir- 0iv7e Of Chester
field, the cold cynicism of Rochefoncauld,
and the practical economy of Franklin,
he would think it only probable, and turn
the page to see what the clever Lady Bea-
trlx said of Bolingbroke and Marlborough
and Harley, Of Addison and Swift and
the Duchess.
This is what he would read some of
the illusions seem, indeed, to be singular
for beauty and wit of the last century:
wharfage ought never to be entered
into tor any other purpose than comfort,
and there ia none without consequence
and fortune: without these it is more
prudent to live SINGLE"
For this lite there is nothing but dis
appointment. The happiest are those
who support misfortune best. I find
that travellers exaggerate there is search
ty of money in all families, and in all
countries people have poor relations to
support"
"Therc is no knowing how marriages
may turn out-women may treat hus-
bands i'll, leave them, die before them
but If good provision be made Tor the
husband, there is nothing lost by risking
a marriage"
"Walter SCOTS novels would amuse YOU
very much. They are read by people of
all ages, and are almost historical. Wal
ter Scott has made large fortune by his
novels
''She has made the greatest match that
any woman ever made, and I suppose
now that people will see that Mrs. Cation
was right in starving herself to keep her
daughters in Europe. The Marquis of
Wellesley is Lord Lieutenant of Ireland.
He married an italian singer, by whom
he had family of children. She is dead.
he has no fortune, he IS over head and
ears IN debt. The Cations, I suppose, will
be enchanted with the match, and with
reason, too, for it gives them a rank in
Europe; and with Mr.. Carroll's money to