Millheim Journal. [volume] (Millheim, Pa.) 1876-1984, 1881-01-06
Love Passages.

Cupid, Iadore three! There is a charm
Turn up your lip, old Sourcrout! we care
not. We, the young, the gay, the healthy,
the happy! Wisdom.-physlc-no more!
fling them both TO the dogs, say |. Wis
dom tiddlestlcks! am tired of 1t. What
is itY mourning dress!-water gruel.-a
pair Of goggles to the eyes of the ardent
youth2-a lame foOl!-a peddler' pack full
of invaluable things, but then so heavy!
Wisdom is q schoolmaster, with q ferule
and frown, broad. brimmed hat, and n
voice that makes the ears ring. 1t is al
ways hammering away al your ears and
your conscience. You are circumscribed
within narrow limits. You must not, for
your lifes sake, go out of bounds. You
must not look at the sunshine, nor pluck
the fruit, nor bathe In the stream, nor smell
the opening flowers. This is wisdom. 1t
makes avarice habit and suspicion duty.
1t checks the ardor of youth, extinguishes
the fire of hope and saddens even the bright
ness of virtue. Who has it? The old, the
wrinkled, the sick. the superannuated-
they who have drained the dregs of pleas
ure2 II Is the lesson of raShness, bought
by disappointment; and it teaches disLrust,
melanCnOEy anu despair
Give me hope, joy, youth, Lowell And
this brings me back to my subject.
Cupld-laughing, rosy, blooming boy!
How the sweet mischief troubles men and
women, beardless imp! gray boards, prudes,
scholars, philosophers, statesmen; and as
for poets, such as Frederick-Jove! it makes
my heart ache. Poor Frederick! One of
my peculiarities is strong tendency to diff
fer In opinion from other people upon al
most every possible subject. | never mouth
the matter-1 come out roundly.
have no doubt the reader Is fond of
roast beef, and plum pudding. Now, 1
detest them. Nothing could be more gross,
earthly, stul1fying. Besides, no man fond
of such stuff does, ever did, or can SIT
down to such q rleal without rnnniug into
excess. Then come custard, ice-cream,
fruit, almonds, raislns, wine. You rise
with q distended stomach and heavy
head, and stagger away with british apa-
thy. am for light diet-milk, rice, fruit
sweet, harmless things of nature. No
lamb bleeds for me. No stately OK ia slain
that may feast. Old mother earth sup
plies my slender appetites. The deep, deep
spring, clear az crystal, the innocent vege-
tables, ethereal food. Thus | am light as
air. am keenly susceptible to every NOR
al and natural beauty, which few enthusl-
astic beef-eaters are.
differ from everybody in another thing.
believe in love at first sight. We ought
to-.be able to tell i'm a week whether a
woman would do for wife. The judg-
ment of true love Is intuitive; glance and
it is done. A man Of genius has in his own
imagination u standard of the object of his
love-ar unexplaioable model-the proto-
type of which exists somewhere in reality,
although he may never have seen Or heard
of her. This is wonderful, but it is true.
He wanders about the world. impervious to
all the delicious, thrilling, soul-melting
beams of beauty, till ne reaches the right
one. There are blue eyes, they are ten
der, but they touch not him. There are
black, they are piercing, but his heart re-
mains whole. At length, accident filings
him into contact with creature, he hears
the tone of her voice, he feels the warm
streams Of soul shining from her counte-
nance. Gaze meets gaze, and thought
sparkles into thought, till the magic blaze
10 hndled, and-they fall in love-
1t sometimes happens that for one mo-
del in the imagination of this man Of ge-
MUS, 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 moro models than one. They lead
HIM astray. They involve him in dlff1-
culties. They play the mischief with
him.
And yet metaphyucians and phrenolo-
gists ought to know that it is no affair of
his. If school-hoy have the organ of de-
structlveness, you may whip him for kill
ing flies, but you must not wonder at HIM.
Ii youth-But this brings me back again
TO my subject.
never could tell how many of these
models Fred had; great many, no doubt.
He was sad dog, Don Juan, sort of
Giovanni in London, and he bid fair to be
a Giovanni in-but that was his business.
Oh, the sweet womenl 1t Is almost lncredi-
ble He must have dealt in magic. 1t
was perfect blessing to be near him; to
catch the light and heat of the thousand
glances, which fell upon him-and of
which you caught u few stray ones
though only by accident 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,Fred7' said |.
Caroline" " he ans wered.
''She VINO sailed yesterday for England2"
''Yes-I love her."
"And she2'
He arose and opened I'll escrltoire.
lis 1t not perfectly beautiful"
The sweet relic of golden sunshiny hair
lay curled charmingly in rose-colored en-
velope. 1t did look pretty. But
HAS Caroline B-such light hair2" ask
ed, L. never knew always thought
was oily serving only yesterday that sure
ly. sureb, you have made some mi stake
see what lS that written on the bottom of