Saint Mary's beacon. [volume] (Leonard Town, Md.) 1867-1983, 1881-01-20

height God intended svery immortal
soul should reach, as our spirits are
neither masculine nor feminine.
| see, afar off, the women OF the fu-
ture, large of intellect, intelligent, and
deep in thought, bearing on their calm
brows the impress of an intellectual SUI
periority 10 those OF the present day,
which should send thrill Of Joy to the
heart of every true woman as, "Thro'
the shadow Of the globe, we sweep into
the younger day."
The sun was flaming on ITS brazen
pyre, sending gorgeous beams over
the world, its rays seeming to blend
in one vast golden shower which
pour its glory over land and sea,
rivalling in its gorgeous effects the beau
ties that woke TO lille when Aphrodite
was gently waited TO the favored strand
OF Cypros. We gazed till the eye
grew dim from excess of radiance.
never wearied of watching sunsets.
They were to me feast worthy of their
mighty Creator, and a. | watched the
soft changing colors, whose delicacy OF
shading and hue cannot be rlvalled by
human artists, | would trace out terres-
trial images IN these soft foam clouds.
Standing with my hand in Roe's, we
waited aud gazed at the changing sky
silently. We never had much to say
aloud, but we would mutey feel that
the one appreciated and ioyed in the
delight of the other our sympathy was
perfect.
at is very grand" said voice near
us.
Good evening Mr.. Paul, " from Roe
while looked up and trembled so !
could not uttera word; but he did not seem
hurt, only came nearand smiled down on
me till grew iaintand dizzy. All dislike
and fear were banished, and to hear hlm
speak was joy. If a woman loves a
man devotedIy, she is his devoted
slave. / did not pause TO consider what
this change might mean, bot pride came
to the rescue. | shook OF the feeling
and said, gaily:
"How did it happen we did no! hear
you enter; the walk Is gravel and We
would most certainly have heard you ;
Have you had some dealings WITH the
black art Z Oh! Roe, know now how
il was done: he has perfected his flying
machine; do take Us 10 Il and let Us try
IT. But where did you leave it see
no signs Of the mighty invention in the
yard; have you arranged a crank which
will return it home when YOU 50 de
sire ?"
"Non, Mademoselle; / used sim.
pie and primitive mode Of Iocomolion
much in vogue since the creation; but
| will not torture your inquiring mind
by longer suspense walked over the
grass"
From the sublime TO the ridiculous.
"A very natural way OF coming, Bre-
ia, said Roe.
eyes, / should have done the same
myself; but | am to do as please; other.
are 10 be models"
"You are merclcss, Miss Breta; that
is The worst fate you could wish me
10 be pointed TO as a pattern has de.
morali2ing effect on this specimen OF 20.
tai deprayiiy. ! remember the teacher
went to when was quite a small
boy was very particular that the boy,
should move about the room in a GER
tain way. / hated to he detained from
dong anything | had commenced so at.
ter several experiments took pains tc
assume the required position. One i'm.
lucky day she pointed me out as a mo-
del Of perfect behavior. That vas
enough. After that neyermore cared
whether was reproved or not, and the
boys laughed over the changed model. "
ut is strange how such little things
will often affect us. have seen q
change IN persons expression affect
Others yisibly; simple motion Of the
hand may wreck or save a life. 1t is
so mysterious. | think we will never
learn here to fully realize the import
ance Of little things"
"There is no doubt Of that; the great
mass have no idea OF their importance
at all, and as for US, we are mere in
lants in our conception OF all things,
Excepting myself cousin Roe.
know how grand and really important
are small beginnings. When a child
! have watched a hole in the covering
Of preserve jar, and noticed its growth
IN size as my fist worked itsway through
to the hidden treasure. Later in life,
I have watched the rise Of diminutive
plum pudding with the most absorbing
interest the closest attention and an APP.
probation OF it's minutest called plums
But looked forward anxiousIy towards
the end, which appeared very delecta-
ble."
"EIave we dropped from the clouds
Mrs. Arnauld ," laughed Mr.. Paul.
II wish | had a plum pudding here,
you deserve one, Miss Breta. Would
you if you owned that deleciable arti-
Gle share with us I"
"That would depend on circumstan.
ces. ! was given cake the other day
by little boy, and afterwards offered
him piece, just to be polite, you know
Well what do you think that boy dId2'
Il cannot imagine"
II suppose not; It even went beyond
my Imagination, (Roe thinks ! have a
very powerful one). He took every
single, individual atom of that cake