St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1891-05-03
There was a smell,

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the right,
A far, bewitching maiden, with blue eyes,
dark and bright;
With face of Madonna and hair inclined to
curl,
With smiling. rosy lips, she was, indeed,
dainty girl.
In faultless costume, rose in HAIR, and larg
coquettish fan,
She made picture fair enough to capture
any man.
So fair indeed no country youth had ever
dared aspire
To court Eleanor Livingston, the daughter Of
the squire.
She had the reputation of being very gay,
Preferring balls to Sunday schools, would
rather dance than pray:
Her city gowns excited the bashful admira-
ton
OF ardent country youths, also much female
perturbation.
She was Il charming singer but would not
join the choir,
She would not play the organ in church for
love or hire:
Twas said she d lay Bible aside for novel
new,
And would not sew or give a cent to help the
heather through.
cles met,
And all the busy -bodies were deeply in her
debt
For furnishing a fruitful theme of gossip
With handsome gowns of latest cut, and par
ties not few.
Twas said she read the writings Of redoubt
able Bob L.
Which made her godly neighbors heave
deep, portentous sigh;
But as she was the daughter of the rich old
country squire,
In strictest confidence alone was brealhed
the rumor dire.
Oft good old DIR. Dyedinwool, the former
pastor, had
Preached sermons at her, which, alas! had
made him feel more sad,
For through it all she having slept-a sight
most beatitic:
Had said that for insomnia he was fine
specific
And yet she was the ideal OF her fathers
home and heart
While every servant in the house was sure to
take her part,
And each stood ready to resent the slightest
whispered word
Against their dainty mistress no matter
where twas heard.
Without the slightest warming she walked
into the choir,
That pleasant Sabbath morning because the
seat was higher,
And furnished her better place from where
to view the show
This to the leader of the choir she whispered,
laughing low.
Right glad was he to have her there, with
voice so clear ana sweet,
And laid his hat with lozenges therein down
at her feet
A heartfelt Offering of thanks with saSSafraS
we'll favored
For which with pleasant smile OF thanks he
in return was favored.
The Rev Calvin Wesley Clark at last came
up the aisle,
And took his seat behind the desk with some
what nervous smilei
While all the people craned their necks and
leaned one side to see
What sort of an appearing man the minister
would be.
They saw a tall and slender man, who
scarcely looked score,
With pale and youthful face; and as the peo-
pie looked him DER
a subdued rustic of surprise through all the
house began.
The verdict of the jury was, He is too young
man."
The preacher rose to offer prayer, each Chris
tan bowed head,
To think more how the preacher looked and
less of what he said;
Although they'd heard that he was young
and this his maiden call,
STILL such Doyish- looking man did none ex-
pect at all
The invocation being DER the hymn he rose
to read.
More to the reader than the words the audi
ence gave heed.
And as unto the chair above the preacher
raised his eyes.
He saw upon a lovely face amusement and
surprise.
1t cut like keen Damascus blade the boyish
preachers heart.
He grew mbarrassed-stopped, and then
again he made start;
Cold chills went creeping down his back, the
sweat stood on his brow.
He saw the house was full of cold unfriendly
critics now.
Though deep and sound his learning, and
eloquent his tongue,
He felt it counted here for naught because he
was so young,
He saw IN all the house but one kind, sympa-
thetic face,
Where seated in a forward pew, sat good old
Deacon Race.
The hymn was sung to "Windham." Eleanor
took no part
For when she saw the preacher stop In read
ing it, and start
Again in an embarrassed way, she paid him
closer heed,
A queer expression her face twas very hard
to read,
At last the hymn was sung, and when the
He felt ike one who goeth forth alone to
meet his foes.
His subject was Experiences" the people
smiled as though
They thought he was too young much OF his
subject vet to know.
The younger people whispered, the elder
ones looked wise,
He saw his words no favor found within these
critics eyes.
His tongue in truth so eloquent, seemed pal
sled in his mouth,
Which in its turn seemed suffering from
long protracted drought
He glanced out through the window there
wide open where he stood,
And saw the fair green fields afar, the cool
and quiet wood
He felt he'd give his salary for just year
Alone within its shady depths, from sermon
izing free.
The sacreligious zephyrs that cared not for
the day.
Came dancing through the WlndoW IN Tree
and joyous play;
They kissed the preachers clammy brow,
then caught up every note
Upon his desk and whisked them OFF to cor
ners quite remote.
The preacher saw his choicest thoughts go
sailing far and high,
And inwardly he wished that he, like them,
away could fly,
1t to his fluctuations seemed but fitting
crown.
His face grew scarlet, then turned pale; he
suddenly sat down.
Then for moment on the house fell silence
deep, profund,
And, ere the people could arouse to smile and
Iook around,
Eleanor Livingstone arose with quiet, earnest
mien,
And stood with graceful form erect, the
picture of queen,
And then rang out an anthem from i'm
mortal Haydn's pen,
So sweet and clear, the echoes seemed to
sing it DER again,
With face TRANSPORTED as if all her soul went
with the song,
From her redslips the melody scared upward
clear and strong,
''They that put their trust in God shall be as
Mount Zion
Which cannot be removed. but abideth ever.
more.