Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1880-12-19
Love PASSAGES.

LIVE FASSAGES.
Cupid, I adore thee There is
Turn up your lip, old Sorcrout we
cannot. Wf-the young-the gay-the
healthy-th tie happy Wisdom =
physic-no more fling them both to
| the dogs, say T.. Wisdom fddlesticks
am tired OF it. What is it?-
mourning dress water cruel Ia
| pair Of goggles to the eyes of ardent
| youth ia lane loot ia peddler's pack,
full Of invaluable things, but then SO
heavy Wisdom is q schoolmaster,
with feruls and frown, broad
| brimmed hal, voice that makes the
| ears ring. Ills always hammering away
| at your ears and your conscience. You
| are circumscnbed within narrow limits.
You must not, for your life's sake, 60
| out of bounds. You must not look at
the sunshine, nor pluck the fruit, nor
battle liz the stream, nor smell the open
ing flowers. This is wisdom. It makes
,avarice q habit and suspicion duty.
1t checks the ardor Of youth, extin-
cuisines the fire of hope, and saddens
even the brightness of virtue. Who has
it ?-the old, the wrinkled, the sick, the
superannuased .-they who have drained
the dregs OF pleasure It is the lesson
of rashness, bought by disappointment;
and it teaches distrust, melancholy and
despair.
Give ne hope, Joy, youth, lovei
And this brings nae back to my sub
ject.
Cupid laughing, rosy, blooming
boy How thy sweet mischief troubles
| men and women, beardless imp gray
heads, prudes, scholars, philosophers,
| statesmen and as for poets, such as
Fredericl-Jove it makes ay heart
ache. Poor Frederick. Gne of my pc
cuiiarities IS strong tendency to differ
in opinion from other people upon al
most every possible subject. never
mouth the matter. [ come out roundly.
have no doubt the reader is fond of
roast beet and plum pudding. Now, [
detest them. Nothing could be more
gross, earthly, stultifying. Beside. no
man fond Of such stuff does, ever did, Or
can sit down to such meal without run
| ming into excess. Then come custard.
ice-cream, fruit, almonds, raisins, wine.
You rise with distended stomach and
heavy heed, and stagger away with
british Apathy. 1 am for light diet
milk, rice, fruit-sweet, harmless things
Of nature. No lamb bleeds for ne. No
stately OK is slain that may feast. Old
mother earth supplies my slender appe-
titles. The deep, deep spring, clear as
crystal-the innocent vegetables -ethe-
real food. Thus ana light as fair.
am keenly susceptible to every moral
and natural beauty which few enthusi-
astic leef-eaters are.
differ from everybody in another
thing. I believe in love at first sight.
We ought to be able to tell in q week
whether woman would do for wife.
The judgment OF true love is intuitive;
glance, and 1t Is done. A man of genius
has In his own imagination standard of
the object Of his love-an unexplainable
model-the prototype to which exists
somewhere N reality, although he may
never have seen or heard of her. This
Is wonderful, but il is true
He. wanders about the world, imperyi-
Gus to all the delicious, thrilling, soul
melting beams of beauty, till he reaches
the right one. There are blue eyes
they are tender, but they touch not
him. There are black-they are pierre
ing, but his heart remains whole. At
length accident fiings him into contact
with a creature-he hears the tones of
her voice-he feels the warM streams of
soul shining from her countenance.
Gaze meets gaze, and thought sparkles
into thought until the magic blaze is
klndled, Snathey fab in love-
Il sometimes happens that, for one
| model ID the imagination of man OF
genius, there are, accidentally, two or
three prototypes in real life or, rather,
he has two or three different models.
+ 1t IS q great misfortune for O. man to
have more models than one They lead
him astEay. They involve him in diff
cJlties. They play the very mischief
| with him.
And yet neutrality-suspicious. and phrenolo-
gists ought to know that it is no affair Of
his. If 8 schoolboy have the organ Of
destructiveness you may whip him for
killing flies. but you must not wonder at
him. If youth. But this brings
me back again to my subject.
I never could tell how many of these
models Fred had; great many, no
donbt. He was sad dog a Don Juan
"a sort of Giovanni-but that was his
business. Oh, the sweet woman! It is
almost incredulous. He must have
dealt in magic. It was perfect bless
ing to be near him to catch the light
and heat Of the thousand chances which
fell upon-and of which you caught
few stray ones-though only by acct
dent. Lovely women fell into his mouth
like ripe plums. He had clusters of
them. They all loved him and he loved
them all. His soul was as large as st.
Peters.
"What are you thinking of, Fred 2"
said I.
Caroline" he answered.
"Shesy sailed yesterday for En-
gland?" \
"Yes-t love her."
"And she-?"