Year: 1872

Mrs. Moore, in GA Lost Life" pub


lished by G. w. Carlton of New York


thus speaks of some people whom it i


Pleasant to have About -


1t was pleasant to have Eugene Sevill,


in the house. l know of no greater com


plment that can be paid to man or


woman than to say they are pleasant t.


have in the house. There are man,


very clever, good people who stay in on


houses, and still we hear the doors clos,


upon them, and their footsteps die away


without one particle of sadness or regret


They are not disagreeable people-very


far from that but they radiate no sun


shine, no life. They are like the ca


purring contentedly on the hearth. Pus,


makes an agreeable picture, and, if well


bred, she is by no means troublesome


but we are willing that at any time she
should go away and hunt mice, nor would
we be grieved if she stayed away all day.


Those are very dear, rich -natured
people, whose comings give our hearts
thrills of expectation, and whose goings
take a little brightness out of our sun.
shine.


Such a nature vas Seville's; and he
shone forth with special brightness
against the dark back grounds of Mr..
Wayne's house. I. say Mr.. Wayne's
house, exclusively, for Elenor Wayne's
house would have been very difieren
affair something of brightness, and
gladness, and perfume, and song, if she
could have had her way. In this house
which had little attempts at cheer,
here and there, but was pervaded all
through by the masters presence, as if
it were subtle malaria that could not
be shut out, Seville came and went like
beautiful bright flame, and the gloomy,
poisonous damps rolled away, and home
loys-hitherto wan and pale as plants
that grow in frightened and
grew into something like sprightly life be-
cause OF him. There was about him a
tender frankness that could cut to the
heart and never hurt a genial audacity,
carrying him, swift as light, to words
and deeds that other people never
thought of doing or saying-or, if they
thought, never dared. Blended with
this bold, bright nature, was a softer,
humber one-the nature that led him to
lift broken lily as tenderly as if it were
really alive and felt the pain Of its crush
ed stem that led him to take little Carl
in his arms and talk to him on his own
level of wonderful baby thoughts that
led him to do those trivial kindnesse s.
so trivial that most of us overlook them
for everything and everybody around
him, as if-though never seeming to see
he was all eyes. He had the
keeneSt observation united with the best
of wills. A blessed combination for
who has not seen good-hearted, we'll
people sighting countless OPP
portunities to assist and cheer, simply
from this blind, molish habit Of not
seeing?


Such a presence as this made new
in the Wayne house. When
he was off for a day s hunt on the noun
tains-a kind of hunting wherein part
ridges started from his path and drumm-
ed off into deeper solitude unharmed,
and great-eyed rabbits and nimble squir.
rels bounded across in line of visio.l, and |
got off with whole bones-the day, for
some reason or other, seemed very long
in the tall-chimneyed farmhouse down
IN the valley and when at night he came
home, bringing no greater trophy of the
lay than some geological wonder, or a
handful of forest flowers, there was a
great rush, on little Carl's part, to meet
lim, and an unmistakable light of well |
,ome in the eyes Of Elenor.