Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1880-12-19
Love PASSAGES.
Cupid, I :saore thee! There il

Cupid, I adore thee! There is a
Turn up your lip, old Sourcrout we
cannot. We-the young-the gay-the
healthy the happyl Wisdom =
physic-no more fling them both to
the dogs, say L. Wisdom fiddlesticks
/ am tired OF it. What is it,
mourning dress water cruel Ia
pair OF goggles to the eyes of ardent
youth Ia lame loot Ia peddier's pack,
full of invaluable things, but then SO
heavy Wisdom is schoolnaster,
with ferule and frown, broad
brim2ned hat, a voice that makes the
ears ring. tits always hammering away
at your ears and your conscience. You
are circumscribed within narrow limits.
You musJ not, for your LIES sake, go
out of bounds. You must not look at
the sunshine, nor pluck the fruit, nor
battle ID the stream, nor snen the open
ing flowers. This is wisdom. Tt makes
,ayarice q habit and suspicion a duty.
It checks the arder of youth, extn-
cuisines the fire of hope, and saddens
even the brightness of virtue. Who has
it ?-the old, the wrinkled, the sick, the
srperannuated 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 hspe, JOY, youth, love !
And this brings me back TO my sub
ject.
CUPID laughing, rosy. blooming
boy How Shy sweet mischief troubles
mon and women, beardless imp gray
heads, prudes, scholars, philosophers,
statesmen and as for poets, such as
F'rederick-jove it makes nay heart
ache. Poor Frederick One Of my pc
cllliarities is a strong tendency to differ
in opinion from other people upon al
most every possible subject. I never
mouth the matter. come out roundly.
have no doubt the reader is fond of
roast beef and plum pudding. Now, I
detes5 them. Nothing could be more
gross, earthly, stE,ltifying. Beside, no
man fond OF such staff dees, ever did, or
can sit down to such a meal without rum
ming into exoess. Then come custarl,
ice-cream, fruit, almonds, raisins, wine.
You rise with a distended stomach and
heavy head, and gtagger away with
BRITISH apathy. [ am for ligh5 diet
milk, rice, frlit-sweet, harmless things
of nature. No lamb bleeds for me. No
stately OK is slain that may feast. Old
mother eaI5a supplies my slender appe-
tites. The deep, deep spring, clear as
cEystal-tae innocent vegetables ethe-
real food. Thus I ain light as fair. I
am keenly susceptible to every moral
and natural beauty which few enthusi-
astic beef-eaters are.
I differ from everybody in another
thing. T. believe Ia love at first sight.
We ought to be able to tell in q week
whether Sc wozaan would do Tor wife.
The Judgment OF true love is intnitive;
glance, and it is done. A man of genius
has ia his own imagination a standard of
the object Vi his iove-an unexplainable
moael-the prototype to which exists
somewhere in reality, although he may
never have seen or heard OF her. This
is wonderful, but it il true.
He wanders about the world, imperyi-
GUS to all the delicious, thrilling. soul
melting beams Of beauty, tiii he reaches
the right one. There ere 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 creature-ha hears the tones of
her v0lee-he feels the warm streams of
soul shining from her countenance.
Gaze meets gaze, and thought sparkles
into thought until the magic blaze is
kindlea, and-they fall in love.
It sometimes happens that, for one
model in the imagination of a man Of
genius, there are, accidentally, two or
three prototypes in real life; or, rather,
he has two or three different models.
1t Is great misfortune for man to
have more models than one. They lead
him sstray. They involve him in diff
ciiltles. They play the very mischief
with him.
And yet neutrality-suspicious. and phrenolo-
his. Ii D sehoolboy have the organ of
destructiveness you may whip him for
killing flies, but you must not wonder at
him. If a youth. But this brings
me back again to my subject.
l never could tell how many Of these
models Fred had; great many, no
doubt. He was sad dog-a Don Juan
a sort Of Giovanni that was his
business. Oh, the sweet woman It is
almost incredulcils. He must have
dealt in magic. 1t 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 a
few stray ones-though only by acci-
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, Pred ?"
said I.
Caroline" he answered.
"She who sailed yesterday for En-
gland?"
"Yes-I love her."
"And she-?"
He arose and opened an escritoire.
sis it not perfectly beautiful"
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