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A FASHIONABLE PARLOR.
MINDA. How many people do we call on from
By M. J. Cole. year to year, and know no more of their
“Miss Minda, caught at last!” feelings, habits, tastes, family ideas and
“ Not quite!” ways, than if they lived in Kamtschatka ! the
And away darted the mischievous girl a front parlor is made expressly so that from beneath the shade of the large apple
tree where she had been reclining when you
shall never know. They sit in a backroom, — work, talk,
disturbed by the rude salute of John
Lee. On she ran, over the green grass, read, perhaps. After the servant has let you in, and opened a crack of the shut- now dodging behind a tree and adroitiy ters, and while you sit waiting for them evading her pursuer, until, by a short to change their dress and come in, you
turn, he placed a hand upon either shoul
der, and held her firmly. speculate as to what they may be doing.
“Now I've captured you!” he said, From some distant region, the laugh of a
triumphantly. child, the song of a canary-bird reaches
“ Yes; but by superior strength, not you, and then a door claps hastily to. Do they love plants? Do they write let- superior strategy,” she retorted.
“No matter how, you're caught at last ;
What ters, sew, embroider, crochet ? books do they read? Do they sketch, or
so come now," he added, pleadingly, paint? Of all these possibilities, a mute
"come back and sit down under the apple
tree. and muffled room says nothing. A sofa and
I've something to tell you."
“ Tell it here. I can listen just as six chairs, two ottomans, fresh from the
well.” upholsterer's, a Brussels carpet, a centretable with four gilt Books of Beauty on John Lee; but he had made
The mischievous tone nearly unmanned
his mind it, a mantle-clock from Paris, and two bronze vases,
to learn his fate that day from the lips of - all these tell
Minda Davis; for he was going far away frigid tones, “ This is the best room, only that and nothing more,
now, and he had loved her from boyhood. she trips in in her best clothes, and apol- from infancy, he had ever stood in awe of
But though she had been his playmate ogizes for keeping you waiting, asks how your mother is, and you remark that it is her ready wit, and if he had attempted a pleasant day, and thus the acquaint- to speak seriously of his feelings, she had ance progresses from year to year. One
ever repulsed him by some lively sally; hour in the little backroom, where the He had been an extensive reader of ro
and thus things had remained until now. plants and canary-bird and children are, might have made you a fast friend for mance, and had determined to clothe his life ; but, as it is, you care no more for proposal to-day in such language as to them than for the gilt clock on the man- she had nearly driven the nicely-prepared
defy her witty criticism. By her mirth, tel. – Mrs. H. B. Stowe.
speech from his mind; but rallying his
scattered senses, he led her back to her A NEW volume of the Quarterly begins seat in the shade, and falling upon his in January. This work has been greatly knees, began, in a most passionate strain, improved under the editorial management and with long-drawn, high-sounding adof Rev. T. B. Thayer, and deserves the jectives, to tell her of his adoration, and liberal support of every Universalist. to ask her to become his. He paused, Terms $3.00 per year.
breathlessly, for her reply. Regarding
him a moment in mock surprise, No better present can be made to a "What long words! I wonder what child than a book. State the character they mean! You know, John, I never of the book you wish, and remit the price was very good in definitions.' to Tompkins & Co., Boston, and they will tell me what all those words mean! satisfy your wants by return mail. And she laughed a merry, mocking laugh.
Quickly John Lee arose and dropped and as Minda had said, he had no relathe hand he had taken.
tives, and he had no heart to write to “ Minda, Minda,” said he, painfully, friends; so everything in regard to him “I have made a great mistake. You do was shrouded in mystery. not love me, - I feel it now, - or you
Nearly two years of the three for which would not ridicule my last attempt to John Lee enlisted had expired, when one make known to you my feelings. Pardon day, in looking over the list of killed and me, Minda; but I am going far away on wounded in a recent battle, Minda saw the morrow, and I wished to know ali be- the name of John Lee. He was reported fore I went. I've enlisted, and go to "badly wounded in the right arm." For Worcester to-morrow to be sworn in, and a moment her heart stood still; but Minvery likely I shall not be able to return da was a woman now, and carefully notagain before I enter the service. But ing the regiment and company, and the what is this to you? I must be gone! hospital to which he had been assigned, Good-day!” And with rapid strides he she calmly read the list to the rest of her retraced his steps to the village.
family, - so calmly that none guessed the “Enlisted ?-going away?" mused the struggle it had cost her. stupefied Minda. "John! John!” she But now came exclamations from the called.
rest of Poor John! his right arm, and But his rapid steps had taken him too he a poor boy with nothing but his far away, before she had sufficiently re- hands!” covered from her surprise to be able to “ And his head, mother,” quietly respeak, for him to hear her voice, and she marked Minda. was left alone.
" True, Mind, he has a good head on Sudden was her transition from mirth his shoulders,” replied her brother Henry; to grief; for, in truth, John had not loved but yet it's an awful thing to lose one's Minda better than she had loved him.
see,” he continued, “ Poor John!” she murmured, between “what company, regiment, and corps is her sobs; “
gone away, and not a mother, it? I'm going to write to him. I alsister, or any relative to care for him, ways thought it so strange he didn't write and I, too, have been unkind to him. to me. He promised to, the day he Oh, I cannot write to him, for I do not came here before he went away. He know either his company or regiment !" said so just the last thing before he went
Poor Minda! she sobbed herself to off into the orchard to find Minda. I told sleep that night and many other nights, him she was out there, and that's the last and she was destined never more to be I've seen of him. He did not come back the light-hearted, joyous creature of for- to bid us good-by, and he has never mer days. She did not spend her days in written us either. Minda, what did you weeping or idle repining, it is true; but say to him that sent him off in such a she seemed, in those few days of darkness, hurry?”. to have stepped from girlhood to woman
But Minda had left the room, and in hood. A Soldiers' Aid Society was her chamber was weeping as she had not formed in her native town, and none were wept since those first dark nights after his so 'active, none so zealous in the good departure. cause, as Minda Davis. “I cannot work
She secretly hoped Henry would write for John,” she thought; “but possibly to him; and he did. And after a long some of these things may reach him at time, there came a reply written in a some time ;” and diligently she la strange hand; for that right hand could bored.
not hold a pen yet, though they had not In the mean time, no tidings came from amputated it. Yet his physician thought John. The family to whom he had been it would never be of much use to him, bound, and who had “ brought him up, and a discharge had been offered him;
"what mother, what sister, what friend he turn, and go to the house by another but she?"
way?” Pshaw! no; he was a man now. “ That's the talk! john's a trump!” And he walked boldly forward. said Henry, after reading his letter. "I Minda did not see him until he stood knew he was all right;' just read it, before her. Rising, in surprise, she exMin.!” And he threw the letter into her tended her hand, and burst into tears. lap, and left her alone to read it.
Why - what, Minda ?” he stamBut one more letter was received be- mered; for this was quite unexpected in fore the term of John's service expired; one so fun-loving as Minda had ever been. and in his reply to that, Henry, joined by “ Are you so sorry to see me?” his father and mother, - and even Minda “No, no, - but - forgive me for my was induced to add a word, — urged him rudeness at our last interview. I have to return and make them a visit ere he suffered so much in consequence of it.” joined the invalid corps, which he wrote “ Is this true? Is it possible you are he intended doing when his term of ser- sorry for what you then said ? Can it vice expired, as his hand still continued be?” And he bent his head low, and useless, thus unfitting him for active ser- whispered words which had not been vice.
studied; and Minda comprehended them, Whether the few words written by too, and gave a reply which was perfectly Minda influenced him, or whether it was satisfactory, as was attested by the haponly from a desire to see once more his piness both faces expressed as, half an native place, is not for us to say; but he hour later, they turned homeward. did decide to return. And he sincerely John Lee did not join the invalid corps; believed it was only from a desire to see but yesterday there was a wedding at Mr. once more his native hills; for he thought Davis's uniting the “ brave with the true," that he had fought against his love for even John Lee with Minda Davis. Minda until he had driven her image entirely from his heart, and had schooled himself to meet her as calmly as a com
ANECDOTE OF AN ELEPHANT. — An offimon friend,
cer in the Bengal army had a favorite It was a bright, pleasant morning in elephant, which was supplied daily in his June that a returned soldier, with his presence with a certain allowance of food; right hand in a "sling,” stepped off from but being compelled to absent himself on the cars at R- station, distant about a journey, the keeper of the beast diminthree miles from Mr. Davis's residence.
ished the ration of food, and the animal "Wish a hack, sir ?”, asked a very its master returned, the elephant exhibited
daily became thinner and weaker. When obliging driver, touching his hat.
Not any, sir. My feet are sound, the greatest signs of pleasure; the feedalthough my arm is shattered. Just help ing-time came, and the keeper laid before set this baggage into the office till I call it the former allowance of food, which it for it, and I'll on foot."
divided into two parts, consuming one John - for it was he looked about
immediately, and leaving the other unfor a familiar face; but seeing none, he touched. The officer, knowing the sagacset off, across the fields, toward Mr. Da- ity of his favorite, saw immediately the vis's house, following, unconsciously, the fraud that had been committed, and made same path over which he had passed in
the man confess his crime. such rapid strides three years before. How different were his emotions we may
“ OVER THE RIVER," by T. B. Thayer, never know.
is an appropriate and beautiful present to When he arrived at the little orchard a parent or an aged friend. back of the house, he pausel; for there, beneath that same tree, in her favorite SPECIAL attention is called to the last seat, sat Minda, not idly dreaming now, page of the Editor's Table, — to the rebut busily engaged in sewing. Should marks of the publishers.
THE SPY OF THE MISSISSIPPI. By Mrs. Mary R, Robinson.
By Mrs. C. M. Sawyer. SWEET poesy, I've sought thee long ;
CHAPTER VI. But thou wert ever coy and cold,
A REMARKABLE change had passed over And never wouldst to me unfold
the face as well as the entire aspect of the The wondrous mystery of song.
negro, from the moment his master disapI've sought thee in the forest dim,
peared from the cavern. It was like Where whispering leaflets music made;
magic. The dull, stolid look, the bent, In the lone dell and leafy glade,
ungainly gait, the stupid, unintelligent I've listened to thy glorious hymn.
movements of his mind, -all were sud
denly exchanged for a bright, quick The sweet-voiced birds have sung of thee, glance, active motions, and thought that And ocean, with its myriad waves
seemed to take in at once all the difficul. Which murmur soft o'er coral caves, ties and intricacies of their situation, and Is full of poetry to me.
to provide their remedy.
Now, massa, we'm get ready; and, Thine is the mission pure and high,
fust place, dis darkey'll perwide fixins for To whisper peace when sorrows lower,
de journey,” said he, with a deep, guttural To brighten many a weary hour,
yah! yah!” as from the various recepAnd point to worlds beyond the sky.
tacles among the stalactites on the walls And thine's the power to rouse the soul,
he drew forth loaves of bread, pieces of Like trumpet-call in hour of strife,
nicely-cooked venison, and three or four To battle with the cares of life,
bottles tightly corked. Until we reach the promised goal, –
“ Massa like good tings,” said he, hold
ing them up; "he ollers keep plenty wine To overcome life's little ills,
and brandy. Not for nigger to drink, To battle bravely for the right,
though ; so he lock 'em up. But ole nig To keep our faith both pure and bright, tink he get away some day, p’raps, and so And steadfast as the towering hills.
he 'teal and hide 'em. See, we hab plenty
to eat and drink!” Music and poetry,- blest arts, –
“I see,” said Carleton, who, with the Both sent from heaven to soothe and cheer, pedler, had watched the movements of Earth, without thee, would be most drear ! the negro with much interest, mingled And cold would be our stony hearts !
with much doubt, also; for amid all the Thou art to us what flowers of spring
preparations for their escape, the most Are to the cold and darksome earth,
important; as yet seemed lacking, - the When the leaves ope, and buds have birth, mode of egress from the cavern. And 'mong the branches birds do sing.
you are laying in a brave store of rations ;
but how are we to find our way out of Thou art to us what to the night
this dungeon? There is only one door, Are the bright stars and silver moon, so far as I am able to discover, and a And what the sup is to the noon,- lock like that which I just heard click Making all things look pure and bright. against us is neither to be picked nor Thou tellest us, in accents low,
broken. Even if it were, the guard That He who notes the sparrows fall
which is undoubtedly left in the outer Will ever listen when we call,
cavern would effectually prevent our getAnd save us, that we perish not.
ting beyond them.”
“Lor bress ye, massa! only jis wait And when the dying hour shall come,
five minutes, and I show yer anoder ting Like guardian angels, thou art near,
dan dat ar! Yah! yah! yah! Dis ole To whisper words of love and cheer,
nig know a ting or two; ye'll see dat ar, And point to heaven, our happy home.
And the black, now excited to the ut
« I see
most activity and thoughtfulness, went on bolt shot into its socket, the key with-
bargained for; and how to dispose of the “Ye see, massa, us may meet some o' guard — two buge, dark-browed, fiercedem yare debbles 'fore we gets clean away, looking villains, armed to the teeth with and de captain o' de company must hab rifles, pistols, and bowie-knives — would uniforın dat will cheat 'em. Hasn't got have been a difficult question for a keener anoder for dis yere pedler, and he dun't intellect than an African is supposed to need 'em, any way. De ole coat he hab possess. But the extraordinary exigenon look bad as rebel coat."
cies of the occasion called forth extraorAt this moment, the key was heard in dinary abilities in the slave. Fortunatethe lock of the door, and the negro had ly, he was a sort of favorite with the barely time to whirl his preparations into guerrilla band. They were in the habit a dark corner, and assume the old stupid of frequently jesting with him, in a brulook, when the door opened, and the guer- tal sort of way, amusing themselves with rilla leader, followed by two armed men, his apparent stupidity and awe of them; entered. He looked around with a lower- and now, after exhausting their brutal ining face, as if he suspected treason among sults and coarse jests toward the prisonhis prisoners and slave; but the face of ers, who seemed little disposed to make the negro was perfectly blank, and Carle- much reply, they turned for entertainton and his companion wore the air of ment to the negro, who, contrary to his assumed indifference they had done from usual habit, met their ribaldry with some the beginning
spirit and wit. “Har you, Josh !” growled the brute, This was a new manifestation to them, after a moment; "what ye 'bout thar? and they roared and shouted with laughwake up! Stir yere old stumps, and get ter at his sallies, swearing he was a good some fixins for these yere fellows, and see fellow and should have something to that ye take car of everything while drink, producing, at the same time, a botI'm gone! Ef ye dun't, I'll whale ye!” tle of whiskey, and pouring out a cup for
No, massa, I'se keep wide awake!” him. said the black, stumbling along in his pre- "Har, take this yere, and see if yer tended zeal to show himself active. can pull sich blasted faces as them yere
“ Is dese yere prisoners gwine to stay yanks out there in t'other cavern.” yere wid me, massa ?”
The negro raised the cup to his lips “Yes, and you look out for 'em, ef the and tasted it, when, with a gesture of inguard dun't!
expressible contempt, “Oh, yes, massa, I'se do dat ar. Shall "Faugh!” he exclaimed. o Ye tink I whale 'em. I kin do it, massa ! Yah! dis yere darkey gwine ter drink sich stuff
as dis yere ? You can't kotch a weasel The guerrilla's reply to this pleasant sleep dis yere fashion. I drinks brandy sally was an oath and a boisterous laugh. -de best ole Monologohela brandy, sar!” His " nigger" pleased him. But he had and he straightened up with a look of in