Year: 1869

DOUBTLESS many a paSsser-by, as he
strolled down Poydras street, by Lilien-
thaFs Photographic studio, admired GER
tain work of his art, portraying the win
some beauty of one whom fair Helen, of
Trojan fame, could scarcely look upon
without envy. The fair original was
nothing more nor less than a servant girl,
though not born to blush unseen and
waste her sweetness on the kitchen air"
as will appear anon. Whether twas a
vain desire to see herself admired by the
passer-by, or whether she wished to pre-
serve her beautiful face for an occasional
glance in after years, it is not given us to
know; but certain it is, that Lilienthal
had transferred her bewitching beauty to
card. Reader mine, you petulantly ask,
why this about pretty face, and that,
too, of servant girl?" Thereby hangs a
tale. Among those who looked with long
ing, lingering eyes upon the portrait, there
chanced to be bachelor, possessed of
goodly share of this worlds goods and its
filthy lucre, whose name is too well
known in commercial circles for men,
ton here. How in the dim twilight
hours, when the weary day is done, and
home invites the busy mortal TO enter and
lay aside his cares and enjoy the peace





friend had often thought of the loneliness
and uneasiness of his bachelor life, with no
kind, gentle voice to welcome him, no ruby
lips held up for greeting, and no prattle of
childish voices to gladden. his heart. And
often, very often, had he bethought him
self of how uselessly, aimlessly he was
drifting through life. So he had deter
mined within himself ID cast about and
seek partner for his wealth, Joys and
woes. And thus it happened that after
gazing long and intently upon the fairy
face before him, he secretly vowed that
there aoGs balm in Gilead, even for bach
elor such as he, and that the possessor of
that beauty was the long-looked for Le-
more, of whom such visions oft came be-
fore him. That alluring smile and gentle
look had won him. Straight to Lilienthal,
with a strange, unaccountable humping
beneath his vest, and sudden flushing of
the cOrntenance, he fastened. With
| sparkling eyes and nervous twitchings, he
did his tale unfold and his resolve to wed
the girl whose portrait he had just seen.
The artist muttered something about the
course of love running smooth, whereat
our bachelor-fri pricke6 up his ears
and sorrowfully-oh, how sorrowfully-
learned from the "man of pictures that
| her residence was unknown. And,
moreover" observed Lilienthal, by way
of clincher, "she is onlya a servant girl 7"
"What matters that? Itell you she is di-
vine, and if there be way, she shall be
my wife," was the reioinder. SO, bearing
up stout heart, and having heard that
"where there's will there's way" went
manfuily to work to ascertain her where
abouts, or, as he termed it, went on an
investigating tour"


| What joy illumined his face and
warmed his heart when, after many fruit
less button-holing of friends and wild
rushing to exhibit her glorious picture to
his wonder-struck companions, to see if
they recognized her, you know" helearned
that his goddess was pursuing her peace
full avOcatiOn at the house of one of his
friends. After explaining matters to his
friend, he was invited to dine with him,
and thus have an opportunity of seeing
whether his admiration was deep enough
to stand the sight of his goddess in cap
and apron. 1t stood the test. He told his
story to the "angel incarnate," but learned
that an almost insuperable barrier lay be-
tween and threatened to thwart him, after
so mnch patient and persevering labor.
She was a Catholic and he a Protestant,
anu py the laws OF ner cEurcn, Sne cOuiu
not wed him without first obtaining q dis
pensation from the Bishop. But he had
gone so far, and would he not go further
and endeavor to obtain the desired dis
pensation? Assuredly he would. And
did he not say he would "wed her if there
be a wayf" After many fruitless trials
and almost blunt denials, he at last suc-
ceeded in his object, and gained the dis
pensation. Shortly after there was a
mysterious gathering one calm, pleasant
evening in one of the upper districts OF
our city, and our worthy bachelor friend
whispered in our ear the foregoing tale, and
We We're invited to partake of the we'd
ding feast, which we did, and the style
thereof was marvellous. IT'S said many
nymphs have chad their pictures taken,


since such good fortune attended one OF
their band, but we have not been able to
ascertain if any of the fair originals have
met with such good hap; but yet they
still do have their pictures taken, whereat
Lilienthal waxeth not wroth.-Neao Or
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