Denton and Haughton Examiner, etc. — 1881-07-16 (Denton, Greater Manchester, England)

JUNE MORNING.  The meadow lands with golden king-cups glow, Strown o'er their velvet carpet of pure green; Mingled with snowy piuk-tippod daisy stars, And yellow-petallsd cowslips.  From the thorn, The fragrant-bles-nmed thorn, the blackbird pipes 'A carol jubilant; and °luso at band His brother minstrel, the brown, bright-eyed thrush, A rival challenge, with full-swelling throat, Hounds on the fair June morning !  Bush and tree Gleam 'neath soft silver mist; whilst incense sweet Of countless flowerets, wet with glittering dew, Fatle grateful on the sense. And bird and flower, Meadow and woodland, with bright beauty crowned. tblent, yet eloquent, alike proclaim The power and wisdom of the Maker's hand ! • • . . ,  -4. .11. B. in Chandnres Journal.  It was upon this intimation that Omi, often rebuffed before by his gentle but decided intimation that she was incompetent to judge, said— " Angry or not with me, dear Walter, I have your interest so much at heart, far above my own, that you must listen to me." "What about, dear Gipsy P" "Your perversion of the real talents you possess. Nay, don't smile pityingly at me, Walter; I know what should be, though I cannot do it." A slight shade of annoyance crossed his brow. "I know I am everything that's bad in your eyes, (non—" she interrupted, "don't call me by that for mai' name. I must be Gipsy to you until I eon give you another." "Will that ever be?' he eagerly cried, a gleam of hope, not curiosty sparkling in his eye. "I cannot tell, Walter. It should be now, could I speak of the past to anyone; but I cannot yet. Trust me a little longer. I—l wanted to say," she hastily continued, to stop what he was going to add, "that I care more to see you succeed than to succeed myself. You have the talent, but you look to those around for models, instead of seeking them within yourself." "I ion't understand you." "You are not natural Walter; you go beyond passion—you burlesque it." "Thank you, Gipsy. Yet it seems to me that the drat night we melt startled you. You thought I was about to commit murder." " True ; but I fancied you a lunatic broken loose, not a real assassin." Walter mid nothing for a moment, but bit his lip. "The words I spoke were not mine," he said, at last, hastily. "I could but speak them." " Yes ; but it was the manner of doing so, feat Walter. Besides, I dent think that horrid melodramatic, ill-written part worthy of your talent.; still, you might have softened it." "Those we play before, in general, demand huge motions." "Don't injure yourself by gratifying them; leave that to others who could do no better. You and I have travelled the country for practice, not to live for or with those where we have been. We both aspire to better scenes and places. How, then, can we, if we get into bad habits ? The solemn nature, surrounded by the thick stolidity of unintelligence, requires hard knocks to awaken it to comprehension ; but the refined mind is so nicely constituted, that noise jars upon the system. A raising of the eyelid —a play of the countenance—convey volumes of food for the understanding, and establish a sort of intercommunion between the actor and his audience. Don't ' eaw the air ' with your arms, as if you had before - blocks of solid wood winch