The Arkansaw traveler., 1885-02-28
garden and@used upsn theileck of ed i6cation in her mothers talk.

of making afiving. My greGt aim ha ever been to do good"
 flaw, yes, and if we would all think o that, what happy world we would mak of this wicked pace. My poor dea. husband was a good man. When h. had his life insured for ten <housan' dollars, told him, said I, B :'livar, don't Don't do it, Bolivar, for it makes me fea that yoz; migh, be snatched of. don want money thatyou death would brini me, and would shiver every time touched dollar of it, but Boliver, poo dear soul that he was, persisted ia havin, \ his life insu' ed. Re died" she wiped her eyes and began to turn the leaves o q book tkat she had never read, bu which had often edi6ed Miss Patsey "Yes, he died and here am. My need. have never been many and he ought no to have had his life ins..red in the Gts place, but he did. Well," putting aside the book, "theCe ain't no nse in weeping for Bolivar himself ued to tell me not tc weep for him."
 "No, sister, although the heart of at. lection melts, yet to weep when loved ones have strictly requested us not to, is wrong. Still at times we cannot help it We should all try ;o dc the best ~s can" "Yes, and to make the most of life. 1 used to think that l would never marry again, but Bolivar, he told me, says he, Miranda, when am gone. do not be foolish. If you fall in love with a good man, would rather you would marry him, for a lone woman has hard time in this world of sin and corruption Them words had big effect on me-"
 Patsey, much edi6ed with her solitary walk, returned to the room and languidly seated herself The negro woman called Mrs. Catney, and left alone with the young preacher, Miss Patsey sighed deeply and asked:
 Are you fond of literature, Brother Ducklehead?"
 "Yes, very"
 "You have read Shakespeare, sup poser"
 " Some little"
 " l dote on him. What pity he could not have lived until now. should have been delighted to have met him. think his Dream in Summer is splendid, and his Twelve Nights in a Bar Room are superb"
 "Very 6ne," assented the preacher.
 "The people of Arkansaw provoke me-" said Miss Pa.sey. "They do not care for literature. Now, there's Byron, for instance. They never read him and it is so strange, too, for he edifes me very much. l dote on him. What pity it is that he died so young. should like to have met him so much. Have you ever read Milton?'
 "Yes, some"
 "What a great man he was, but the people of Arkansaw don't seem to care that he is dead. How l should have liked to have met him. Oh, it is a great misfortune that all the poets died before was born. It seems to be an unjust punishment on me. How would have enjoyed meeting them. Longtellow, too, is dead. Died like the rest of them, be- fore any of us were born."
 "Oh, no, Longfellow died a few years ago."
 ''So he did, Brother Ducklehead, bu, 1 never met him."
 The widow reentered the room, and Miss Patsey settled down languidly and said nothing.
 After supper they all went to church. Miss Patsey only had an opportunity of making one remark while they were walking along. Pointing to star she said:
 "Dryden used to look at that self same star, but he is dead now-died before vas born. How should liked to have met him.''