The Monitor. [volume] (Woodstown, N.J.) 1884-1892, 1886-06-18

goes to Blank Shat is the best establish
her immediate attention. She is a very de
sirable customer, and has already patron
lied the firm literally; but face and man
ner like hers would secure every civility,
even were she unheralded by an enviable
reputation. So the lly-handed gentlemen
vie with each other to pay her honors; the
proprietor himself comes forward. and
amid most assiduous attentions the pur-
chase is made, the elegant little port
monnaie is opened, the bill is paid, the order,
please send to my street and number,
is interrupted by the obsequious acqui-
essence of the clerks, and Nocturne is
bowed out Of the store with the profound
est Difference Nocturne and Bridget must
both provide for the winter. The demand
is identical; the mode of meeting that de-
mand, how different.
And yet when all is said, these are but
minor matters. ! think more sadly of my
laundrcss for other griefs than these.
A fayoritc servant once said to me as she
wiped the perspiration from her face after
hard days work, Il wonder if you ever
think what Il poor life it is for us who
must be always managing to git bit to eat
and something to wear? We must be al
ways working for the body and doing
nothing for the soul, and yet after awhile
the body'll go away from us, but the soul,
You know, never goes away.
cannot forget the words and memory
still brings back with sad distinctness
the plaintive tones in which poor, patient
Margaret said, The soul. You know, will
never go away" Pitiful it is to be hun
cry and cold; painfully industrious as a wo-
man must be to ward off cold and hunger by
the labors of the laundry. there is some
thing still more pitfu in the lifelong hum
ger of unfed capacities, and the unawaken-
ing stupor of faculties unused
A dcformed body is a sad sight | know
but who shall paint the frightful portrait
of deformed soul We think but little
of it in this world, where things visible so
IluCi tlfSibSS ltS. biti II itilt tiic ltSS u ut
that the screen of material form delivers
us from the hideous spectacle which many
an uhdisguiscd soul would present.
Weakened by disease: distorted by the
lifelong grasp of ignorance, Scared in it's
futile strife with fate; stnng by worlds
implied contempt-what conception is SO
terrible as this OF thwarted will a bar
rem intellect, an outraged scnsiblity?
For that weary, uncouth woman who
broke the spell of my reverie, the torch of
history is still unlighted; for her science
reveals no secret; artists evoke from can
vas the visions which haunt their dreams,
sculptors carve their thoughts i'll marble
and singers awake from Tyre and organ
mystic voices to mingle with their own;
but these radiant revelations OF the beauti-
full are lavshed on more favored lives than
l.erS. | know this is land of plenty; |
know that the rich are often generous, and
our thoughts turned towards the poor in
every prayer we hear and often in our ser
mons and songs. But do we think enough
of their greatloSs in losing throughout all
their years the choicest treasures that en-
rich our own? With what zest do We
gather truth after truth into our memoriesl
How keen is our relish for the quaint and
curious volume of forgotten lore for the
calm and kindly teaching of the wise and
good who flourished in past ages! How
Or,renlvns trith a nd
with following the explorer into strange
and distant regions, or visiting with the
tourist the shrines of learning and beauty
in all lands and centuries, so that we count
loneliness, and turn to them for comfort
when all other sources fail!
But contemplate life that has no past;
that wins from the wisdom Of sages, the
eloquence Of orators, and the inspiration of
poets, no comforting suggestion; life nm
dignified by research, unidentified by ae-
complishment, We do we'll to think with
tenderest regret of these for whom no
Shakespeare ''hold the mirror up to Ma
lures face, =" no Wordsworth muses., no MIL
ton sings. But we do better if We work
and pray to bring again that golden age of
which tradition tells us. when all men 5
veal shall be each mans care; when the
only aristocracy known upon the face of
the earth shall be the aristocracy of wis
dom; to whose loftiest seat the patient
steps of the poorest may certainly attain.
-Fianres 4. Willard. in Ladies Repository.