Year: 1872

said-"I stipulate that the journey be in the
summer, then"


"What have you new on hand to read p
And this question caused diversion. 81:


"a volume of poems which like very
much, indeed. You can have the book while
L am gone, and I think you will enjoy it."


"I am sure I shall, if you recommend it.
Your taste and mine agree very we'll. Do tell
us, Mr.. Wright, if you don't write poetry
yourself9 You enjoy it so much, and have
so much in your everyday life, I'm sure you
must write sometimes"


"I can't do better than answer you in the
words of little gem found lately in piece
of ragged newspaper


"Brds are singing meath my window
Songs the sweetest ever heard,


And hang my cage there daily,
But never catch bird.


So with thoughts my brain is peopled,


And they sing there all day long;


But they will not fold their pinions


In the fairy cage of song"


"That is beautiful p exclaimed both ladies.


"You must write it for me-" said Grace.
"Do you know the author"


IN o wish did. But it was on such a
torn scrap, could not even tell what paper
it was published in. I am sure, though, none
but q poet could have made such beautiful
thought fold its pinions in the fairy cage of
song"


"I wish we could learn who wrote it, said
Grace; "half the pleasure is in knowing the
author of any thing we admire"


"I think so, too. That verse possesses me ;
and next to wishing could write as we'll, is
the desire to know who was 80 fortunate as to
be its author"


II am like Grace, Mr.. Wright, and think
you must sometimes attempt poetry" said
Mrs. Elliott.


"No; Appreciate good poetry too we'll to
think I could ever deserve the laurel wreath,
and dislike poor verses enough not to add
to the trash that floods the papers. think
my son Henry has knack Of 'stringing
rhymes but he is so timid about it, one rarely
gets glimpse of them"


"What your blushing, bashful Henry,
who runs if any one speaks to him, or looks
as if his face would burn up, if he is cornered
and can't escape being questioned ?" said
Grace, in surprise.


'eThe same one. He can talk glibly enough
at home and among other boys" but is pain
fully embarrassed in ladies' company"


The journey to the mountains proved more
interesting than any one had anticipated
Every thing they saw and heard was turned
to some account. A journal of their doings
was kept and every night read and comment
ed on. Mr.. Wright kept it the first week
then the boys two days at time in turn, and
back to Mr.. Wright again.


Stuart had not been accustomed, like the
others, to give an account of what he saw,
heard and thought; but he soon learned to
tell his adventures, and what he found worthy
of notice as well they.


Henry, the one so painfully shy, could
write the most entertaining journal Of any.
"My pen don't stalnmer, if my tongue does, /"
he said one day to his father; and his tongue
did not, when gathered round the blazing fire
at some kind farmers, they each gave in the
days exploits. Then he showed fuency OF
speech and keenness of observation far greater
than Albert or Stuart possessed.


They came back with ragged shoes, mud
stained clothes and keen appetites. What
1--WE saw when we were up in the mountains
was long standard matter Of conversation,
and the journal was read and re-read by both
families with as much interest as if it was
book of foreign travel by some one as celebra-
ted as Du Chaillu.


Julia declared she should certainly. 60 with
them next fall, if it took pair of shoes day
to be cut on the rocks and she would have
done so too, if Mr.. Ellison had not gone in
the summer and invited her to accompany
Ellen.


Arthur Edwards had been in earnest in
transferring his attentions to Julia Wright,
and she, like sad coquette, kept him on and
off all the year. At last he could stand it
no longer, and brought her to point she
had intended to evade, by plump and square
offer of himself.


She made her "No" as soft as possible, and
be decisive; but it hurt Arthur more than
she believed him capable of feeling, and gave
her a lesson against flirting never to be for
gotten.


Arthur went off to town and tried to get
into business. Julia had told him she could
not marry man with no means Of support.
But he found himself pushed aside by men OF
greater energy, till he was discouraged and
went back to be halfway overseer, halfway
dependent to his uncle Elliott.


Miss Letitia had been growing feeble all
summer, and instead of rallying when cold
weather came on, grew gradually worse. She
was lust able to be carried to church when
Conway and Grace were married, and that
exertion completely Frustrated her. She
never left her room after it.


Though somewhat irritable still, her temper
subsidized with her strength, and she was not
so great trial sick, as when well. She
fingered along till the last Of January, sink
ing so slowly, death came more like halting
mortal than swift-winged angel.


She received some tears of real regret from
her brother Tim, who really loved her. He
actually exerted himself enough to purchase
headstone for her grave, and consulting
Mrs. Elliott, agreed with her that the simple
LET1T1A ELLIOTT.
Aged g.


was sufficient without long and elaborate