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"Darling I adored !" I murmured, mad with passion, ." I accept the trial."

"No," she answered, "not now; to-morrow I will listen."

I caught her to my bosom in an agony of love, desperation, and delight, and pressed a shower of kisses upon the smooth white forehead, the quivering lips, the tear-wet eyes; then, whispering in her ear a last good-night, rushed from the garden.

(Conclusion next month.)

LIGHT IN DARKNESS.

IIT J. BRAITtRRD MORGAN.

Oye eve in summer, long ago,

There sat a fair and youthful maid, With bowed-down head and heart of woe,

Beneath an aged elm-tree's shade; The arrows of the setting sun

Had |odged amid her auburn hair, While sunny brow and cheek upon

Did play the ambient evening air.

E!io heeded not that zephyrs mild

Danced o'er her face v. ith gentle tread, Or that bright suubeams sweetly smiled

In golden radiance 'round her head; The fragrant flowers, that kissed her feot.

Did sadly seem to grieve with her; They missed the pleasant smiles they'd meet

Ever from their almost it...

A heavy sorrow, dark and drear,

Upon her heart that day had come, 'Which her young spirit scarce could bear.

Filling with gloom her once bright home; For a fond mother's loving eyes

Had sadly closed in death's long sleep, And there beneath the calm blue skies

la solitnde she'd come to weep.

Shrouded in gloom her life all seemed

A dreary, dark, and lonely way; Jfo golden sunlight o'er her beamed,

To cheer her with L-.... ray; A mother's voice in counsels sage,

Ira q words, she'd no more I i weary sorrows to assuage,

Or make the path of duty clear.

And what though other friends should come

Around hor in that trying hour, And strive to cheer her lonely homo

With friendship's true and tender poTcr; T^t who could hope ever to efface

The sorrow from her heart so long? Oil, who can ever fill the place

Of a fond mother lost and gone?

Bat while upon her heart there lay

Dark sorrow, grief, and pain,
So deep it seemed that not one ray

Of light could giid her path again;
A loving voice so sweet and mild,

In tender tones she seemed to hear,
A« soft it whisper'd: "Mourning child,

Oh do not yield to dark despair!
TOl. LXiv.—12

"Be not dismayed, though life seems dreary,

And thy young heart is filled with woe; Confide in me, thy life I '11 cheer,

The yawning waves shall not overflow — Through all the world thy steps I '11 guide,

Thy friend and comforter will be, And though thy loved one now hasdled,

She ever lives and reigus with me."

Dark sorrow's tide then ceased to roll.

Though tears still trembled in her eyes; A heavenly calmness he her stole,

While sweet hope pointed to the skies; And though upon this earth below

She misses oft a mother*s love,
Tet her fond heart is cheered to know

She '11 meet and rest with her above.

LOVE'S REVENGE.

BT NATS J. BOTD.

Talk as you will, prond Percy,

Talk aa you will of me, Dinna forgot, proud Percy,

When you offered yourself to me; Remember the eye that you sought mo

At the cottage by Hawthorne Dell— Tho note, denying your presence,

Delivered by little. Nell.

The flowers, the gifts you sent me,

You know we're nothing to me; And attentions equally tender

Were ever repulsed by me; And now a demon of passion,

A monster, selfish and mean, You'd turn a midnight assassin,

And murder for love, I ween.

Beware how you trifle, prond Percy,

With all that a woman holds dear' You may rue the day that you sought her,

And beg for your life through fear. J7*en talk if you will, prond Percy,

Yes, talk if you will of me, But dinna forget, prond Perry,

That you offered yourself to me.

GENTLE WORDS.

BT WILLIE WARE.

Gentt.e words—gentle words,

How ye linger in the mind, Like the songs of happy birds

Swelling in the summer wind; Like the peal of merry bells

Heard across some sunny plain, O'er the brooks, and through the delta,

Softly sweet, then lond again. Gentlo words—gentle words.

Ye are powers sent to bless— J"'" gems than diets —

Treasures which we all possess; Ye are tones from brighter spheres,

Angel voices soothing pain, Thrilling echoes that for years

In the heart resound again!

HOW FIVE BACHELORS KEPT HOUSE.

BY MART CLARKE.

It was a warm evening in early Jnne, and in

the parlor of a pleasant house in street,

in the handsome city of Philadelphia, a merry party of young folks were holding a warm laughing discussion.

Susy Arnold, the young hostess, who kept house for her two brothers, Harry and George, took one side of the question, while three other gentlemen, beside her tall brothers, opposed her. Charley Grey, a blue-eyed, curly-headed man, whose fair round face and boyish air formed an apparent contradiction to the assertion he made ofhaving five years before attained his majority; Joe Morris, who from a Spanish mother inherited jetty hair and eyes, and a pale complexion, and from his father a tall, fine figure and a frank, ingenuous expression; and Milton Dacres, whose small figure and bashful ways accounted fully for his nickname Minnie; these three, with the masters of the house, waged playful war upon the little browneyed maiden who sat so demurely upon the sofa.

"Say what you please," said Susy, "you will never convince me of the superiority of man in the capacity of housekeeper."

"But I maintain," cried Joe, "that men can keep house without women, but that women cannot do so, unless we will assist them."

"For instance," said Harry, "when your Biddy was sick last winter, Sue, how would such a mite as you are have brought up coal, kept up the furnace fire, and lifted about wood unless your two brothers had gallantly relieved you of the care?"

"Not to mention that the furnace fire went out three"—

"A truce!" said George, laughing. "That was my fault; but 'accidents will sometimes happen in the best regulated families,' as— somebody, name forgotten, once wisely remarked."

"I only wish you could keep house; tor I would accept Aunt Jane's invitation to travel with her this summer, were it not for leaving you."

"I have an idea," here cried Charley Grey— "an idea which, if you will agree to act upon it, shall fully cure the women of the insane notion of their indispensability—ahem 1 that word nearly choked me."

"The nngallant sentence should have guile strangled you," said Susy.

"Present company always excepted," was the reply.

"The idea! let's have the idea I"

"Suppose we keep house here, while Miss Susy travels."

"Here 1" cried Susy, aghast.

"Yes, why not?"

"But," said Susy, "I 'm sure Jenny would not stay."

"We don't want her; we want no women."

Visions of muddy boots on her parlof sofas, cigars in the flower-vases, pipes on the centretables, spittoons in the best bedroom, and frying-pans in the library, flitted through, the young lady's mind; but before she could remonstrate, Harry said—

"So be it! Hurra for bachelor's hall. Pack up your trunk, Susy 1"

"But Harry"—

"Glorious I" cried Charley, "not a petticoat within the doors for a month."

"But"—again said poor Susy.

"No fusses about tobacco smoke in the curtains," chimed in George.

"But, brother"—

"Won't it be gay?" said Minnie.

"Gay!" groaned the little housekeeper.

"Lay in a supply of cigars, George," suggested Joe. "When do yon go, Miss Snsy ?*'

"MoViday! Aunt Jane's letter said Monday!" said Harry.

"Monday, then! (We will come, bag ami baggage, on Monday morning."

"On an express stipulation that not a woman performs a stroke of work for us for a month.''

With many a flourish, amidst the gayest jests, George wrote out a solemn contract, by which they bound themselves to ask no service of any kind at woman's hand for one montli from the date of the following Monday, June —, I860, and all put their signatures to the important document.

Susy, seeing that her brothers really were in earnest, tried to think she was glad to go, aiul * added her laughing directions to the many schemes proposed. At a later hour, the conclave broke up, and Susy retired with a head full of plans, and a heart full of sore misgivings.

Monday morning rose fair and clear. Sias. Minnie. "There ain't many," he added, as he looked at the little green balls rolling about at the bottom of the huge market basket, and then eyed the large pile of shells on the floor.

o'clock saw Susy drive away from the door in a carriage, the trunk strapped behind, the lady's pretty travelling-dress, and the shawl of her cousin and cavalier all bespeaking travel. Seven saw the servant depart, to spend a mouth with ber mother in the country.

Nine o'clock witnessed the meeting of the merry young bachelors.

"Now then," said George, after the first greetings were over, ""I, as the eldest host, will take the charge to-day. As Susy says, 'wheu are you going down town ?'"

"I have nothing to do to-day, so I 'll stay to assist you," said Minnie. "Thank you I"

"What's for dinner?" said Joe, trying to look like the head of it respectable family, and failing most deplorably in the attempt. "You 'll see at three o'clock." "Is that the heart" "Yes 1"

"Remember," said George, "I wait for no one. 'Punctuality is the soul of dinner,' as somebody once said before I mentioned the fact."

Having seen the others off, George and Minnie went into the library for a smoke, to prepare them for the Herculean task before them.

"See," said George, producing a cook-book; "we are safe." "Mrs. Hale! that'sa woman!" cried Minnie. "Whew! never once thought of that. We will stick to the contract. My dear madam, I am sorry to appear rude, but I must show you back to the book-case." "What's for dinner ?" said Minnie. "Roast lamb, potatoes, green peas, 'asparagus, and strawberries."

"That 'll do. Don't "you have to shell peas or something t" "Yes, that's easy enough." "It 's awfully hot," said Minnie, after a short silence. "Horrid!"

"Suppose we shell the peas up here. It's cooler here than in the kitchen. I suppose there 's a fire there?" "Of course." "I 'll go bring them up." "They 're in a basket on the table. Just leave the rest of the things down there."

Shelling peas was rapid work even for unaccustomed fingers, but it is a matter of taste whether the thorough smoking they had from two actively-puffed cigars improved their flavor. "Now, what do you do with them?" said

"You boil them, of course," was George's answer.

"Oh! Suppose we go down."

"Well, come along," said George, taking up the basket.

The fire burned brightly; Jennie had left all in good order, and the prospect was not bad for the amateur cooks.

"What do you boil them in, George?"

"Oh, anything!"

"But where is it?"

"In some of the closets, I guess!"

Susy would certainly have fainted could she have seen the overhauling of her neatly arranged closets that followed.

"This?" Minnie dragged forth a pot large enough to boil about twenty pounds of meat in.

"Yes."

In they went, unwashed.

"Hot water, oroold?"

"Either."

"All right; that's done."

"Now the asparagus. How do you fix it?"

"I wonder if you roast mutton in this thing?" said George, holding up a large pudding-dish.

"I guess so. Put it on in the oven, don't you?"

"Y-e-e-s." George determined to find a book on cookery, written by a man, the very next day.

"You boil asparagus, don't you, George?"

"Yes; here 's a tin thing that's long and shallow; I guess that's for such things." And a dripping-pan came forth from the closet.

The asparagus fitted in like a charm, as both men deolared, and water was added and all set on the range.

The mutton next went, on the pudding-dish, into the oven.

"Come, let's go upstairs again; it's fearfully hot here," said George.

"But the dinner?"

"Oh, that's got nothing to do but cook till three o'clock."

"Oh, George, here 's the potatoes!"

Another pot was produced, and the potatoes, with about two gallons of water to the half peck of Murphies, put on the fire.

Smoking, chatting, reading, and a little practice on the violin filled up the morning, though George declared it was "horrid slow," and Minnie wondered what oil earth women did with themselves.

Half past two brought home three hungry men to dinner.

Leaving the cooks to "dish up," they all adjourned to the parlor to cool themselves. That it was rather dusty there was not noticed. Jennie had made the beds before she left, but dusting the parlors was Susy's work, and her early start had prevented her from doing it.

"George"—Minnie's voice was rather doleful.

"What?"

"The fire's out!"

"Out!"

"I wonder if anything 'a cooked!" "The asparagus is burnt fast to the pan." , " So is the meat!" "The potatoes V

"Broken all to pieces, and floating about in

the water."

"These peas are all mushy, Minnie!" "Punctuality is the soul of dinner," cried

Joe, from the parlor; "it's ten minutes past

three."

"Go set the table," growled George.

It was unique in its arrangements, that table, as the gentlemen sat down to dinner. The meat figured on an enormous dish, with an ocean of white china surrounding its shrunken proportions. The potatoes, in little lumps, unskinned, were piled in a fruit dish; the green mass which Minnie had with infinite difficulty fished from the big meat pot, was served on a red earthen plate, and the stalks of asparagus were in the salad-bowl. The table-cloth was awry, and the napkins were omitted altogether.

"Where's the gravy I" was Joe's first question.

"There wasn't any."

"The meat's burned," cried one voice.

"It is stone cold," said another.

"What's this?" said a third, digging into the pile of peas.

"Faugh!" followed a daring attempt to eat some asparagus.

"Never mind," said Joe. "Rome was not built in a day. Give us some bread and butter, and pickles, George."

"No, not pickles, preserves," said Charley.

"Susy looked both up," cried Harry, laughing. "She declared a woman put them up, and that if we wanted them we must prepare them for ourselves."

Minnie produced the strawberries, and some sugar, and the gentlemen declared they had dined superbly.

"You fellows clear away," said Minnie; "We 're tired."

"You wash up, don't you?" queried Joe.

"Yes."

"Where's the water?"
"In the hydrant."
"What do you wash 'em in?"
"Pan, I guess."

Away went Joe on a voyage of investigation, and returned soon with a tin dish full of cold water. The "leavings," as Harry termed the remains of the sumptuous dinner, were thrown from the window into Susy's flower-beds, and, armed with a bar of soap and a fine damask table napkin, Joe began to "wash up."

"How the grease sticks!"

Perspiration streaming from every pore, he rubbed manfully at the greasy plates and dishes, and if the water was cold, he certainly was not.

"I've wet my shirt front!" Splash No. 1.

"Good for white pants!" Splash No. 2.

"That went in my eyes; somebody wipe them; my hands are wet. Don't rub them out, Hal!"

"Come, some of you, wipe up!"

The table was cleared at last. Five damp, greasy napkins, thrown into a corner of the room, testified that the dishes were washed and wiped. The water followed the "leavings," and the quintet sat down to "cool off." (Do cigars assist that operation ?)

Spite of the superb dinner, five "inner men" called, like Oliver Twist, for more, at about seven o'clock.

"What's for tea?" Somebody started the question.

"What's for tea?" Four voices echoed it. "Let's have coffee; I can make coffee," said George.

"And a steak; I can cook it," said Joe.

"There's bread and butter," said Harry.

George went for the- steak; Minnie undertook to make the fire; Harry cut the bread; Joe set the table; while Charley "cleared the kitchen" by sweeping the pots and pans used at dinner into a closet, washing being omittqd in the operation.

Minnie, blowing and puffing making the fire, was saluted with—

"How it smokes!"

"What ails the fire, Min?"

Harry discovered the cause, pulled out the damper, and a merry blaze repaid him. The coffee boiled, the steak sputtered in the pan, and the men panted, perspired, whistled,.and used improper words over the heat.

It was a good supper, and, piling up the dishes which it was "too hot to wash," the five bachelors returned to the parlor.

It was involuntary, but each pair of eyes rested for a moment on the seat Susy was wont to occupy. A little music, more talk, and still more smoking filled the time till midnight, when each one yawned himself off to bed. Harry, who was always the one to "lock up," stared the latest. The kitchen looked dreary; no fire, greasy frying-pan placed as a helmet over the coffeepot, bits of bread lying about loose, dirty pots here, and dirty dishes there. The parlor was in disorder; chairs stood in forlorn confusion; smoke hung over all. The dining-room, with its piles of dirty cups, saucers, and plates, its unswept floor, greasy napkins, and smoky atmosphere, was worst of all, and Harry inwardly admitted that "somehow, the house didn't look as usual."

There was fun the next morning making up beds. The milkman and baker had vainly knocked for admittance, and finally " retired in disgust," and the bachelors breakfasted off the stale bread left from the night's feast, and coffee black and sweet.

"Every man clear up his own room."

The order given, each started to obey. Joe pulled off all the clothes from his bed, and, having laid the bolster and pillow on, proceeded to put on first a blanket, next a spread, and finally the two sheets, finishing off the whole by putting himself on top to rest from his toils. Minnie, after pulling all the clothes off one side in trying to tuck them in on the other, and then correcting the mistake by tucking them in on the other side and pulling them off the first, put his bolster on over the pillow, and concluded it "would do." Charley merely smoothed his down, sagely observing that if he pulled the things off, he never could put them on again. Harry and George, who shared the same room, having followed Charley's plan, pat on an extra touch by sweeping their room, and leaving the pile of dust in the entry. "Excelsior!"

I Three days' experience convinced them that bachelors' cookery was slow starvation. Steaks and coffee for breakfast were followed by coffee and steaks for dinner, and both for tea. Charley suggested that they should have their meals sent from a restaurant.

"All men cooks, so we stick to the contract," was his final observation.

The motion was seconded, and carried by unanimous vote.

By this time every dish, plate, napkin, pot, and pan in the house was dirty, and, joyfully concluding that they wouldn't want them any more, the gentlemen piled them up in the

kitchen sink, on the floor and tables, and left them.

'• Harry"—it was George's voice—" I haven't got a clean shirt." "Nor I." "Nor I." "Nor I." "I've got one."

"Nor a handkerchief, nor a collar, nor a pair of stockings, nor—"

"Stop 1 Two weeks since Susy went, and no washing-day."

There was a dead silence.

"Who knows how to wash?"

No answer.

"I—I've seen it done," said one faint voice, owned by Charley. "You BOap the things and rub 'em on a board."

"Can anybody iron 1"

They all thought they could manage that part.

The kitchen was opened for the tirat time for ten days. One cry burst from five lips. Tables, chairs, floor, dresser, sink, were one mass of roaches, collected by the piles of greasy dishes. They overran every place.

"Shut the door. Now for it," cried George, and dashed at the invaders. Bedlam seemed to have broken loose. In reaching lifter one of the "critters," Charley upset the table. Crash went the crockery. Screams of laughter, cries of disgust, blows thick as hail, comments on the heat, jokes, warnings flew about for an hour, and then the painting party ceased from their labors, and viewed sternly the "cold corpuses" of their foes. A scream from Minnie—

"There's one down my back!" George cried—"Joe, there's one on your hair!"

"Don't mention it. Look at the fellow on your shirt sleeve."

A general stampede for the bath-room followed.

"Let's wash up here."

No sooner said than done. The soiled clothes were collected from all the rooms, and the boards and soap brought up from the kitchen.

Joe and Harry washed, blistering hands and streaming foreheads testifying to their efforts. Cold water required a great deal of rubbing, and somehow the things had a yellow tinge after all, as George remarked as he wrung them out. Minnie, objecting to going into the yard, hung them over the chairs in the dining-room and the banisters in the entry as fast as George and Charley wrung them out. Dinner time came, and found them still at work. Dinner

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