The record-union. [volume] (Sacramento, Calif.) 1891-1903, 1899-12-31

talk possibly IT is only pool OF tad
poles she chases about with her hand
that suggests the quaint copceits, the
wisdom and the humor, and, herself
fearless, she delights to lure the timid
Charlotte to some far-off hollow, and
on their return home to tell her of some
| wild creature that lurked near. She
/ loved nature; with bird and beast she
had the most intimate relations, and
| from her walks she often came with
! f1edgling or young rabbit in hand, talk
| ing softly to it, quite sure, too, that 1t
understood. Never was there her par
allel in anything. A deep and earnest
student of German, pianist of wonder
full fire and brilliancy, writer of mar
velous promise, she did willingly and
untiringly the heaviest household
drudgery. Once she was bitten by 8
dog that she saw running by in great
distress, and to which she offered wa
ter. The dog was mad. She said no
word to any one, but herself burned the
! lacerated flesh to the bone with the
red hot poker, and no one knew of it
until the red scar was accidentally dis
covered some weeks after, and sympa-
thetic questioning brought out this
story. +"
| Another time Branwells bed was dis
| covered on fire. Charlotte and Anne
chung together terrified in the hall,
while Emily fought the flames. When
they were extinguished she appeared,
half dragging, half-carrying. their
drink-and -sincke-stupored brother. She
put him on her bed, then disappeared,
and how and where she spent the night
none knew or dared ask. And when
Tabby broke her leg, it was Emily who
carried her up and down stairs; and
when the faithful servant had grown
old. it was Emily who rose early to have
the heavy work done before she APP
peared.
| Almost simultaneously with Bran
wells death she fell sick. She would
have mo poisoning doctors; she re-
fused the medicine Charlotte had pro-
cured from a London physician; all
must be left to nature.
| Never in all her life had she lin
gered over any task that lay before
her, and she did not linger now. She
sank rapidly. he made haste to leave.
Yet, while physically she persisted, men
tally she grew stronger. The awful
point was that, while full of ruth for
others, for herself she had no pity; the
spirit was inexorable to the flesh; from
the trembling hand, the unnerved limbs,
the faded eyes, the same service was
enacted as they had rendered in health.
! To stand by and witness this and not
dare to demonstrate was pain no
words can render"
| Charlotte went out and searched the
frozen moor for a lingering spray Of
heather. She brought it in and laid 1t
on -Emily's pillow. But the eyes that
had gazed delightedly on the most tri-
vial leaf and flower were closing to
earthly things. The heather lay I'M
noticed Emily died in December. 1913.
Self Culture Magazine for December.
| 1t is understood that Ian Maclaren's
Life of Christ is to be profusely il
| Illustrated by color process with pictures
specially secured in Palestine and from
the great European galleries. The sum
of $4,000 has been paid for the serial
| rights.
Dr. Birkbeck Hill prints in his John
son Club paper two passages from Bos-
wells description of the good doctor
which Bozzy himself suppressed In his
proof sheets. Here they are: Gar
rick" Boswell writes, sometimes used
to take him off squeezing a lemon into
| a punchbowl with uncouth gesticula-
lions, looking round the company and
calling out, Who's for poonsh?' +" Bos-
we'll added in the margin, land hands
not over clean. He must have been a
stout man. said Garrick, who would be
for it, VA
| The other passage suppressed gives
j the curious information that Johnson
never took a servant with him when he
stayed with friends. "He knew how
to mend his own stockings, to darn his
linen, or to sew a button on his clothes.
1 am not" he would often say, ian
helpless man." Concerning this john
son Club, "Tha Pail Mall Gazette says
that it is an institution which meets
periodically at the Cheshire Cheese, the
cid Fleet street tavern which claims
most theoretically to have been haunt
of Johnson's. The club opens it's pro-
ceedings with large pie pudding,
which appears in a dish larger than
many baths; then, greatly daring, it
|
bit, and at this point another bath is
brought in, full of rum punch. Then
some one reads a paper on some sub
! ject connected with the memory of DR..
Johnson, and during the rest of the
evening the members discuss the paper
| and the punch.
Some unpublished manuscripts by
Heine were in the possession of his sis
ter, Frau Emden, who has just died at
the great age of go Some of these
manuscripts related to his residence in
Paris, and it is said that they will soon
be published, together with the collec-
ton of the poets letters preserved by
| this devoted sister.
A complete library edition of the
works of Paul Bourget is just coming
tsottt in Paris. The first volume con-
tains all M. Bourgeois literary essays,
including seventeen therein published
| for the first time.
1t is understood that Mark Twain
will publish in the spring the work of
fiction upon which he is now engaged.
| He is in excellent health and will prob
ably return to this country six months
| hence. -
As It Should BE.
Mrs. Neighbors-But isn't your son
rather young to join the army?
I Mrs Malaprop-Well, he is very
! young, but then, you see, he is only go
g.