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How many beautiful, lovely-minded women dojection. I think a woman infringes good taste when we meet in society, who are united, by marriage she so arrays herself as to attract attention to ber contract, with men whose tastes, habits and charac- dress." ters, cannot but be in every way uncongenial. And " As I do?" on the other hand, how often do we see the finest “Yes, Edith, as you do. If you disguise free specimens of men unequally joined to women who yourself the fact that you both love and seek admseem to have no true appreciation of what is really rarion for personal appearance, you do not do so excellent in morals or social life. The reason for from others—at least not from me.” such inequality is very apparent to all who observe Aunt Esther did not wrong her neice by this juda with any intelligence. The affinities which government. It was Edith's weakness to love admiration; among those who enter life's dazzling arena, are, and what we love we naturally seek. Witbou in most cases, external instead of internal. Accom- actually infringing the laws of taste and barnons, plishment, personal appearance, and family con- she yet managed to dress in a style that always nections, are more considered than qualities of the attracted the eye, and set off her really five perso heart. Beauty, wit, station and wealth, are the in the most imposing manner. The consequence standards of value, while real merit is not thought of was that she had many admirers, some of whom or fondly believed to exist as a natural internal cor- were elegant and attractive young men. But none respondent of the external attractions so pleasant to of these were drawn to the side of Edith from a behold. In this false and superficial mode of esti- love of her moral beauty. It was the beauty of ber mating character lies the bane of domestic happiness. person, the fascination of her manners, and the Deceived by the merest externals, young persons sparkle of her wit, that made her an object of sdcome together and enter into the holiest relation of life, miration. to discover, alas ! in a few years, that there exists no Edith had a friend whom she dearly loved; a congeniality of taste, no mutual appreciation of what sweet, gentle, true-hearted girl, named Mary Gra is excellent and desirable in life, and, worse than all, bam. Those who were dazzled by an imposing ap no mutual affection, based upon clearly seen qualities pearance, passed Mary with indifference; but the of the mind. Unhappiness always follows this sad dis- few who could perceive the violet's odor by the war. covery, and were it not for the love of children, side, as they moved along through life, sooght be which has come in to save them, hundreds and thou- company, and found, in the heart of a loving weenaa, sands, who, in the eyes of the world, appear to live more of beauty and delight than she ever gives a a happily together, would be driven angrily asunder. creature of show and admiration.

Aunt Esther, whose own experience in life, con- Different as they were, in many respects, Edith firmed by much observation, inade the evil here in- and Mary were alike in the possession of deep alleedicated as clear as noonday to her perceptions, saw tions. Both loved what was pure and good; but, the error of her beautiful niece, Edith, in courting while one had an instinctive power of looking be rather than shunning observation while in society, neath the glittering surface, the other was easis

“ You wrong yourself, dear," she would often say, deceived by appearances. While one shrunk fra “ by this over carefulness about external appearance. observation, the other courted attentions. The cias You attract those who see but little below the sur- sequence was, that Edith had hosts of admirers. face, while the really excellent and truly intelligent while only the discriminating few lingered near the avoid instead of seeking your society."

retiring Mary. The one was admired for wha: she “Would you have me careless about my appear appeared to be, the other was loved for what se ance, aunt ?" Edith would sometimes say, in reply was. to these suggestions.

Two young men, entirely dissimilar in characte, By no means," Aunt Esther would reply. “A yet thrown together as friends, by circumstances, just regard to what is appropriate in externals marks met one evening, when one of them, whose face the woman of true taste and right feelings. But you was Ashton, said to the other, go beyond this.”

" Erskine! I met a glorious creature last Digis“ Then I violate the principles of taste in dressing." perfect Hebe!"

“I will not say that you do very broadly. Most "Ah! Who is she?"
persons would affirm that you display a fine taste, “Her name is Edith Maurice."
and in using the word display would express my ob- “She's a showy girl, certainly."

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| Showy! She's a magnificent woman, Erskine. | thrown into his company, she was charmed with his d so you've met her ?”

manners, and interested in his conversation. Un"A few times."

obtrusive as he was, she admired him more than any "Were you not enchanted ?"

man she had yet seen. But the showy exterior of 'No. Your glorious creatures never turn my Edith hid from the eyes of Erskine her real worth. win.

He looked upon her as vain, fond of admiration, and • You're an anchorite."

of course, as possessing little heart—and turned from *Far from it. I delight in all things lovely; and, her to find a congenial spirit in her friend Mary. Had ove all, in the presence of a lovely woman.” Erskine sought to win the favor of Edith, a man like “ A lovelier woman than Edith Maurice I have Ashton would have proved no rival. But Erskine t seen for a twelvemonth."

evinced no disposition to show her any thing more “ Though I have."

than ordinary polite attentions, and with an inward “ You have, indeed!"

sigh, she suffered the heart which shrunk at first with “I think so. She has a friend, named Mary Gra- instinctive repugnance, to turn with its affections im, whom I think far more interesting."

toward Ashton. “Pray introduce me.”

Vain with the thought of having so imposing and “I will, when opportunity offers."

beautiful a woman as Edith for a wife, Ashton did Not long afterward an introduction took place, not stop to inquire whether there was a relative fitnd Ashton spent a short time the company of ness for mutual happiness, but pressed his suit with lary Graham

ardor, and won her consent before the half-be"That's your lovely woman,” said the young wildered girl had time for reflection. Friends, who an to his friend, in a tone of contempt, when they understood the character of the young man, inter.ext met.

posed their influence to save Edith from a connec“To me she is exceedingly interesting," returned tion that promised little for the future; but their inErskine,

terposition came too late. She was betrothed, and “ Interesting! A duller piece of human ware it neither could nor would listen to a word against the las not been my fortune to meet for these dozen man with whom she had chosen to cast her lot years. I should say she has no soul.”

in life. “ There you are mistaken. She is all soul.” A brilliant and beautiful girl, Edith was led to the

"All soul! If you want to see a woman all soul, altar by one, who, as a man, was her equal in external look at Edith Maurice."

attractions; but he was far from possessing her pure, "All body, you mean,” replied Erskine, smiling. true, loving heart. It did not take many months to " What do you mean by that ?" inquired Ashton. list the veil that had fallen before the eyes of Editb.

"All external. It is rather the beauty of person Gradually the quality of her husband's mind began than the beauty of soul that you see in Edith; but, to manifest itself—and sad, indeed, was her spirit, in Mary, every tone and motion but expresses some at times, when these manifestations were more dismodification of the true beauty that lies within. tinct than usual. Edith bursts upon you like a meteor; but Mary comes The experience of a single year was painful in the forth as Hesperus, scarcely seen at first, but shining extreme. The young wise not only found herself with a purer and brighter light the more intently you neglected, but treated with what she felt to be

direct unkindness. She had discovered that her “Not a meteor, my dear fellow," replied Ashton. husband was selfish; and though, to the world, he “I repudiate that comparison. Edith is another showed a polished exterior, she had found him wantSirius, flashing on the eyes with an ever-varying, ing in the finer feelings she had fondly believed him yet strong and beautiful light. As for your evening to possess. Moreover, he was a mere sensualist, stars, with their unimpassioned way of shining—their than which nothing is more revolting to a puresteady, planet-like, orderly fashion of sending forth minded woman. External attractions had brought their rays-I never had any fancy for them." them together, but these had failed to unite them

“Every one to his taste," said Erskine.“ As for as one. me, I like true beauty—the beauty of the mind and No wonder that, in such a marriage, a few years heart."

robbed the cheeks of Edith of their roundness and “Oh, as for that," returned Ashton, ligbtly, “let bloom, and her eyes of their beautiful light. Those people go in for hearts who understand such matters. who met her, no longer remarked upon her loveI don't profess to know much about them. But I liness, but rather spoke of the great change so short can appreciate, ay, and love a magnificent woman a period had wrought. A certain respect for himlike Edith Maurice. You can have Mary Graham, self caused Ashton to assume the appearance of and welcome; I will never cross your path.” kindness toward his wise, when any one was pre

From this time Ashton became the undisguised sent; but at other times he manifested the utmost admirer of Edith. The young man was handsome, indifference. They had three children, and love for well educated, and had a winning address; yet, for these held them in a state of mutual toleration and all this, there was something about him from which forbearance. the pure-minded girl at first shrunk. Erskine she III health was the understood reason for the change sometimes met; and whenever she happened to be I in Edith's manner and appearance. Few, if any,

gaze upon her."

knew the real cause. Few imagined that the foun- | three doors away, to come in and spend the even tain of her affections had become sealed, or only Had she consulted her feelings now, she would hur poured forth its waters to sink in an arid soil. In remained at home, but as she would be expeciei

, society she made an effort to be companionable and she rallied her spirits as much as was in her pour cheerful for the sake of others; and at home, with and then went in to join her friend. her children, she strove to be the same. But, oh! How different was the home of Mary to the what a weary, hopeless life she led; and but for the Edith. Mutual love reigned there. The very atmlove of her little ones, she would have died. sphere was redolent of domestic bliss. Mr. Estx

Mary Graham was united to Mr. Erskine, shortly was away when Edith joined Mary, and they sa: 2. after the union of Edith with Mr. Ashton--and it talked together for an hour before he returned 4 was a true marriage. A just appreciation of internal short time before Edith intended going home, is qualities had drawn them together, and these proved, came in, with his ever cheerful face, and after gres as they ever do, permanent bonds.

ing her cordially, turned to his wife, and spoke ini Mary and Edith had retained a tender regard for voice so full of tenderness and affection, that El each other, and met frequently. But in all their felt her heart flutter and the tears steal unbiddez. o intercourse, with true womanly delicacy, Edith her eyes. It was so different from the way her la avoided all allusion to her own unhappy state, band spoke. The contrast caused her to feel mar although there were times when her heart longed to deeply, if possible, than ever, her own sad, bear unburden itself to one so truly a sympathizing friend. wrung lot.

One evening—it was ten years from the time of Rising suddenly, for she felt that she was losing Edith's marriage-her husband came home in his the control of her feelings, Edith excused herself, and usual cold and indifferent way; and while they sat hastily retired. Mary saw that something bad affected at the tea-table, something that she said excited her friend, and, with a look, made her husband comhis anger, and he replied in most harsh and cutting prehend the fact also. He remained in the drawing words. This was no unusual thing. But it so hap room, while Mary passed with Edith into the ball, pened that Edith's feelings were less under her con- where they paused for a moment, looking into each trol than usual, and she answered the unkindness other's faces. Neither said a word, but Edith laid with a gush of tears. This only tended to irritate ber face down upon the bosom of her friend, and her unfeeling husband, who said, in a sneering tone, sobbed passionately.

"A woman's tears do n't lie very deep. But it's “What is it that pains you, Edith ?” Mary asked lost time to use them on me. I'll go where I can in a low, tender voice, as soon as her friend had meet cheerful faces."

wept herself into calmness. And then rising from the table, he put on his hat Edith raised her face, now pale and composed and left the house to spend his evening, as usual, in and pushing back with her hand a stray ringlet that more congenial society.

had fallen over her cheek, said, with a forced but Edith dried her tears as best she could, and going sad smile, to her chamber, sought, by an effort of reason, to "Forgive my weakness, dear-I could not bety calm her agitated feelings. But such an effort for a it. A full heart will at times run over. But, good woman, under such circumstances, must, as in this night-good-night!" case, ever be fruitless. Calmness of spirit only And Edith hurried away. comes after a more passionate overflow of grief. A few years more and the history of a hopeless, When this had subsided, Edith remembered that she weary life was closed. Is the moral of this history bad promised Mrs. Erskine, who lived only two or hard to read ? No; all may comprehend it.


Vain our hopes with pleasure glowing,

False the light ambition burns,
Swift the tide of time is flowing,

And the dial quickly turns.
Mark the flowers how they wither,

As the north winds pass them by,
And the sparrow passing thither

At the falcon's luring cry:
So our movements straight are bearing

Courses to the silent grave,
All alike its terrors sharing,

E'en the monarch and the slave.

Onward with the current rushing

Atoms and their kindred blend ;
Worlds to dust in fragments crushing,

As they proximate the end.
Thus all things, in perfect keeping,

Point direct to that dread day
When the trump shall wake the sleeping,

And this orb shall fade away:
When the planets wildly rolling,

As by Heaven's fierce lightnings hurled,
Thunders deep, like curfew's tolling

Requiems of the dying world :

From its verge there's no retreating,

Wayward, helpless masses throng;
Nature's wheels are still repeating

Revolutions swift and strong.

Then shall join, in quick succession,

Stars, celestial bodies, all,
Form the trembling, vast procession

At their Maker's final call. S. S. BORKOR

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