Burlington weekly free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1866-1928, 1885-08-07

almost every case it is itself a fallacy.
What were tn" conditions under which
these people arbitrarily and tyrannically, |
it may have hcen-were forced away from |
their homes either they were bad agri-
culturalists or the land was too poor to |
support them and in either case their !
transfercnCe to more generous soil could !
be nothing but II benefit to them Their !
lif, must have been full of prvations and |
cares. tOrSdn net hUc Oljm mcmintSse |
iurdbH but the pleasure ought to lie in |
thinking of the escape; so that we main |
tain that to base any piece of literary
work on such a false sentiment as nostal-
ga is seen to be leads us to suspect the
Ucr0citU of the writer and calls upon us
to be on our guard. Moreover, we main
tain that it is of the essence of pastoral
and idyllic poetry to be cheerful and
iocund and 1t is to be observed that sad
ness prevails in poetry only when ma
ton has passed its youth, and becomes
saturated with the regret of old age. We
prefer the stories told
Where Corydon and Thyrss met
Are at their savory dinner set;'
and the lyrist when he sings
Duce ridentem Lalagen amaho.
Duce loquentem;'
and we hold that when the poets of ma
ton are permeated by a lackadaisical SEN
timent--wheu they have the candor to
empty day-when the burden of their
song is regret and WEAKNESS aud lamen-
tation over former joys-then 1t is time
for such poets and the nation they repre-
sent to take n back seat in the lecture
halls of literature, and give way to the
| newer and stronger race that is bound to
dominate the future"
She read no further; and it is great
pity that she did not for the writer by
and-by went on to say some very nice
things about these unlucky verses; and
even hintcd that here was a man who
might be benefited by coming TO stay in
ChiCago-''the future capital of the future
empire of the world'-and by having his
eyes opened as to the rate of progress pos
sible in these modern days; and wound
up with a most elaborate compliment to
the intellectual perspicacity and ludg-
ment of Miss Carry herself. She did not
read beyond what is quoted above for the
simple reason that she was in most VIC
lent rage, and also extremely mortified
with herself for being so veXed. She tore
the newspaper into shreds, and crushed
these together, and flung them into the
bottom of the boat. Her cheeks were
quite pale, her teeth set, her eyes burning :;
and through all the anger of her disap-
pontment ran the shame Of the conscious
ness that it was she who had exposed
Ronald to this insult What though he
should never know anything about it 7
Her friends in Chicago would know. And
il was the man that she wanted to glori-
, fyand make hero of who had, through
her fundamentally, been subjected to the
pedantic criticism, the pretentious analy-
sis, and, worst of all, the insulting patron
age of this unspeakable Ass. suddenly
she regretted the destruction of the news
paper, for she had forgotten his name. No
: matter she could soon get hold of that
again, and She would not forget it-nor
yet Jack luysen's share in this trans
action.
She was very silent and reserved at
3 lunch time; and her father began to be-
= leve that, after all, in spite Of her re
peated assurances, their i'll luck with the
3 fishing was weighing on her spirits.
: You know, Carry" said he, 1T is not
' in the nature of things that weather like
, this can last in the Highlands of Scotland
( 1t is VIGOROUSLY one of the wettest places
c in the world. There must be rain coming
Q soon: and then think of all the fish thai
8 will be coming up in shoals, and what
: time we shall have"
: 81 lam not disappointed with the fishing
t at ALL pappa," she said. 81 think we have
Y done very we'll"
= What is the matter, then ~
;, "Oh, nothing"
: And then she said:
u "Well, ! will tell you, papa | asked
. Jack Huysen to do me a very particula
: favor, and he did not do it and when
= next see Jack Huysen, think he will fine
. it very cold day
W
n was enough.
y And all the afternoon she sat in tn
:. stern of the coble and brooded, composln,
. imaginary letters to the editor Of the New
q York Her0Id, to the editor of the Nation
, TO the editor of the Chicago Tribune, t.
q the editor of Puck, and great many othe
. journals, all of these phantom epistles, I've
ginning, "Asan American girl appeal t.
9 YOU and proceeding to beg of the edito
o to hold up TO merciless scorn certain
D feeble, shallow, and impairment article
i here With inclOsedl which had appeared II
n the Chicago Citizen. And On the wa.
Z home. too, in the evening, she began L
IL question her father as to his persona
C acquaintance with editors and journalists
|, which seemed to be of the slightest anC
II she at length admitted that shl wanted
: some one to reply-and sharply-to al
u article that had been written about
y friend of hers.
st "Nou let that alone her father said
l. Its not very easy for any one to meddl
/ in the politics OF our country withou
II coming out more or less tattooed, for the
II dou't mind what they say about you
II and you are very well to be out q
L it"
IS at isn't politics at all" she said. AN
lie -and-the article is written about
y. friend of mne-and-l want to have tn
% writer told what fool he is.
~ But probably he would not believ
Us it, her father said, quietly.
l. lieved it,"
e. Il am not sure that that would hur
Is him much,' was the unsatisfactory al
sWer.
y When they drew near to Inver- Mnda
y, she found herself quite afraid and ashame
G. at the thought of their possibly meetin
oo Ronald. Had she not betrayed him
TO He had sought for no recognition; prot
Up ably he was too proud, or too manly, an
s careless about what anyone might writ
* of HIM it was she who had put him int
le that suppliant attitude, and brought upo
IN HIM the insolent encouragement of m
nj crocephalous fool. This was the retur
ld she made him for all his kindness to he
IL father and to herself Why, he had tol
u her to burn the verses And to thin
that she should have been the means
wv submitting them to the scrutiny and pa
v ronnge of this jackanapes- that NJ
10 J. c. Huysen should as good as say Wei
ld this is what we think of your prodigy y
EN- all this was near bringing tears of rage |
Ell her eyes. For Miss Carry. it must be r
ia foil ~,