The river press. [volume] (Fort Benton, Mont.) 1880-current, 1881-12-07
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a Few Bright Leaves From Pleasant
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The marriage life is always an inspired, q
yexatious, Or a happy condition. The first
is when TWO couple Of no genius or taste for
themselves meet together upon such settle
ment as has been thought reasonable by
parents and conveyancers, from an exact
valuation Of the land and each of both
p~arties. In this case the young lady is no
more regarded than the house and improve
ments in purchase Of an estate; but she goes
with her fortune, rather than her fortune
with her. These make up the crowd, and
fill up the lumber of the human race, with
out bcneficence toward those below them,
or respect to those above them. The vexa-
tious life arises from q con- junction of two
people of quick taste and presentment, put
together for reasons well known to their
friends, in which especial care is taken to
avoid what they think the chief of evils,
poverty, and insure to them riches, with
every evil besides. These people live in q
constant constraint before company. When
they are within observation they fret at each
others carriages and behavior; when alone
they revile each others conduct.
The happy marriage is where two persons
meet and voluntarily make choice Of each
other, without principally regarding or neg
Letting the circumstances of fortune or
beauty. These may still live, in spite of
adversely or sickness; the former we may, in
some measure, defend ourself FROM. the
other is the portion Of our very make.-Sv
Richard Steele.
HARMLESS MIRTH.
That pink Of proprietY, Lord Chesterfield,
thought it ungentlemanlike to laugh. It was
a shocking distortion Of the face. II am
sure" he wrote to his son, 'that since I have
had the full use of my reason, nobody has
ever heard me laugh" We cannot help
thinking that it would have been far better
for him If he had occasionally given way to
his feelings, and not impressed the world
with the notion that he was all starch and
Formally, that everything be said or did was
calculated. He was the politest, best bred,
most inslnuating man about the court; and
vet he was continually outfanked and out
Unanswered by Sir Robert Walpole, who had
the heartiest laugh il the Kingdom
WlWjam MuheUs.
TEMPLE BAR. .s=
s'Sir," said Or. johnson, "let US take q
walk down Fleet street." Passing toward
the Strand, the burly Doctor and his faithful
Boswell would have encountered Temple
Bar, n of the most ancient and curious
institutions ID London. 1t is a gateway OF
Portland stone, built in. 1870. On the east
side in inches are the statues Of Queen
Elizabeth and King James II; On the west
side, those of Charles |, and Charles Ii. The
gates are invariably closed when the sover-
eign has occasion to enter the. city through
them, and are closed at no other time. But
these visits Of royalty are Of very rare occur
ance, being confined to a thanksgiving at ST.
Paul's for some important victory, or the
opening of a public building. Queen Elizi-
beth passed through Temple Bar on her way
to return thanks for the defeat of the
Spanish Armada; Queen Anna, to return
thanks for the Duke Of Malborough's
victories; and Queen Victoria, on her way
to Cornhill.to open tie Royal Exchange.
The heads and limbs of rebels were formerly
J exposed on Temple Bar, to foster the loyalty
of the sovereign's loving subjects. Some
heads were thus exposed in DIR. Johnson,s
time. He and Goldsmith were in the Poets
Corner Of Westminster Abbey one day,
and the Doctor said, half to himself, in
Latin, of course. perhaps our names will
hereafter be joined with these" After pass
ing from the Abbey they went through
Temple Bar, and Goldsmith pointing to the
heads fastened said, perhaps our names
will hereafter be joined with these.
The vast crowd constantly streaming
through the thoroughfare is best described
by Mortimer Collins ii q poem entitled
Through the Bar"
Sometim . 9 the poet Withsstrange romances,
Writ in his brain, walks slowly thereby;
Or a country girl, who gayly chances
At the marvels under that s~oot-dimmed sky;
Or the bubbleIord Of a mighty sWindle,
Thinking what fats some people are;
TO the merest atoms how fast they dwindle,
Az we eaze at the river through Temple Bar.
Trenchant writer in leading journal,
Whirled in a cab to the square OF type;
Preacher Of horrors sempiternal:
Artist equal to Claud Of Coyp;
Barefooted beggar and High Church rector;
Dauseuse exquisite, brown Jack-tar;
Peniless o~utcast, band director,
Lo, how they surge through Temple bar.
FASHIONABLE PEOPLE.