New-York tribune., 1881-09-11

but political independence, and of what truth Is
that when it is almost shame here to be of simple
life and unganful hearth
Nothing seems clearer proven than that the
largest flames are made from necessity, that mans
great works piled up by wolfsh ANIMALS of
want or apprehension, and that the same genius
made wholly comfortable falls social or supine.
EveL Franklin did nothing great after he was out
OF danger. Retired to Stratford, Shakespeare
seemed to fade while yet alive. In silence hardly
guessed Scott poured his earlier novels out and
when discovered the sheriff spurred him the more.
Large social calls make inroads on the achieving
man, and prOtracted summer seasons are growing
to be among our tyrants. There is GOODNESS
in temperate habits than mountain tops. The
President, hard-wOrked, still met his greatest enemy
starting for the summer holiday. And how many
a Guiteau we know not Of starts behind us when
we turn our back on home and quiet to gather
the Joys of crOwdsf He too perhaps. is summer
fugitive, inspired to mischief by houseess heart
FAME, FASHION AND FORTUNE.
at this point my bric-a-brac belle sgur looks owe
my shoulder and reads and remarks
"Pshaw! you always carry everything to
tremes. Your stomach is out of order! That
makes everything out of order. Why
shouldn't there be comfortable hotels when we
have got the money to build 'em and the people to
keep 'em upY good long summer season is a rest
| from money-seeking, holiday for social inter
"Oh, mockery," said I, haven't sold bouquet
tor month. can't afford pins for my boutonnieres.
When the boys do come back all plucked by nearly
four months of horse-racng and pool buying and
summer foolery, they won't take basket of flowers
till Chrismasw
"The only difference" said Maryantha is that
the age is more social and all the society up to a
tall plane. Refinement has rather raced out the
heavier forms of literature and made ponderous
goods hard to sell. One Milton is enough or q
thousand years. He had three wives and got along
with none of them very agreeably, nor his daugh-
ters either so he was hardly ladies' man. Even
Shakespeare" remarked Marantha with astonish-
ing volubility, "drew his literature from watering
places. The Decameron, where he got his plots
was made up of talks and tales by people who fled
from Florence during summer plague, to a country
resort on the mountains. Society must prccede
any literature, and we are the society,""
Here the athletic female made courtesy and
turned and revealed costume of the utterly utter
est, consisting of suit of white flannel trimmed with
a belt and scarf of dead black; dead black gloves
and stockings of dead black, whtish low
quarter shoes. l lcapcd to my feet and asked if
that was the Lucrece Borgia style. or only an un-
dertakcrs livery.
"'rhis SUIT" said Mary Ann, bowing again. eve
name the Slashcd Leprosy, and it is very catching
In my opinion, Maryantha, men will presently
be compelled to adopt defensive style of dress
think it will be knee breeches again. perhaps trunk
tights and turnipshapcd hp-trousers. As we can no
longer carry swords, think our side arms will be
nances of our fair acquaintances We present the
cue the lady rubs her cheek against it. Some
thing must be done to satisfy the wild bitterness of
the timcsn