Year: 1871

In the course Of Mrs. II. Il. Stoves
capital story, now appearing in one Of the
monthlics, there are given some good hits
at the married career Of the "girl of the
period" as cxcmpificd in the following
extracts. The opening remark is caused
by the displeasure Of the heroine at some
action on the part Of her friend.


OPEN CONFESSION.


"Well," she said to herself, "he shan't
do that many times more-I'm resolved"


No, she did not say it. 1t would be
well for us all if we did put into words,
plain and explicit, many instructive words
and resolves and purposes that arise in
our hearts, and which, for want Of being
SO expressed, influence us undetected and
unchallenged. If we would say out bold
", 81 don't care for right or wrong, good
or evil, or anybodys rights or anybody's
happiness, or the general good, or God
himself,-all | care for, or feel the least
interest in, is to have good time my
self-and | mean to do it, come what
may" VIC should be only expressing
feeling which lies in the dark back.room
Of the human heart, and saying it might
alarm us from the drugged sleep Of life.
IL might rouse us to shake off the slow,
creeping paralysis of selfishness and sin
before it is forever too late.


FILTRATION.


Lille liked French novels. There was
an atmosphere of things in them that
suited her. The young married ladies
had lovers and admirers, and there was
the constant stimulus of being courted
and adored under the safe protection of a
good-natured "mari."


In France, the flirting is all done after
marriage, and the young girl looks forward
TO it as her introduction to career Of
conquest. In America, so great is our
democratic liberality, that we think Of
uniting the two systems. We are get
ting on in that way fast. A knowledge
Of French is beginning to be considered
as the pearl of great price, to gain which
all else must be sold. The girls must go
to French theatres, and be stared at by
French debauchees, who laugh at them
while they pretend they understand what,
thank heaven, they cannot. Then we
are to have series of French novels care
fully translated, and puffed and praised
even by the religious press, written by
corps Of French female reformers, which
will show them exactly how the naughty
French women manage their cards; so
that by and by we shall have the latest
phase Of eclecticism-a union of French
manners. The girl will Airt till twenty
a FAmericaine, and then marry and firt
till forty la Francaise. This was about
Lilies plan oflife. Could she hope to
carry it out in Springdale


A Curl Cut With an Ak.


Do you see this lock of hair ?" said
an old man to me.


Yes; but what of it? 1t is, | sup.
pose the curl from the head Of dear
child long since gone to God"


1t is not. 1t is a lock of my own
hair ; and it is now nearly seventy years
since it was cut from my head"


" But why do you prize lock your
hair so much ?"


1t has story belonging to it, and
strange one. keep it thus with care
because it speaks to me more of God and
His special care than anything else pos
sess. was little child of four years
old, with long, curly locks, which, in sun
or rain, or wind, hung down my cheekt
uncovered. One day my father Wen
into the woods to cut up log, and
went with him. l was standing a little
ways behind him, or rather at his side,
watching with interest the strokes of the
heavy AK as it went up and down upon
this wood, sending off splinters with every
stroke in all directions.


Some of the splinters fell at my feet,
and | eagerly stopped to pick them up.
In doing so | stumbled forward and in
moment my curley head lay upon the
log. | had failed just the moment when
the AK was coming down with all its
force. 1t was toe late to stop the blow
Down came the AK, screamed, and my
father fell to the ground in terror. He
could not stay the stroke; and in the
blindness which the sudden horror caused
the thought he had killed his boy.


"We soon recovered, from my fright,
and he from his terror. He caught me
in his arms, and looked at me from head
to foot, to find out the deadly wound
which he was sure he had inflicted Not
a drop of blood nor scar could be seen
He knelt upon the grass and gave thanks
to gracious God. Having done so, he
took up his ak and found few hairs up
on its edge. He turned to the log he
had been splitting, and there was single
curl Of his boys hair, sharply cut through
and laid upon the wood. How great was
the escape. 1t was as if an angel had
turned aside the edge at the moment
when it was descending on my head. With
renewed thanks upon his lips he took up
the curl, and went home with me in his
arms.


That lock he kept all his days as a
memorial of Gods care and love- That
lock he left me on his death-bed."


An Irishman, on arriving in this coun-
try, took fancy too the Yankee girls,