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Painesville Journal, 1871-10-07

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THE LOVE OF THE FfcRlOD. YCBAS.J. EKBIB. The Woman Whites. I've onhM moment to gireyou, dear Harry, And to drop you this nit of a note, Which the Captain has promised to carry Direct by the four o'clock boat. The season is certainly over; Sue (joiners refused Colonel Chute; llon't swear like a savage sea-rover Because our affair follows suit. . 1 only engaged for a season, . , ' dnre the prlmcst of partners I vow; ' TW tell ymi directly the reason I'm 'jrrttmf so Hastily now, ;' Please send me at once by Tom T inhume -His whiskers are simply divine My pioture, that cooy of (Swinburne, And everything else that is mine. My letters, my notes, and that poem, The one signed " Vour Veive, " my dear, I know that you never would show 'em, But I just want to read them all here. ( Oh I'send me my pink satin slippper, 1 know how to cover the stain You pulled off and used fur a dipper To pledge me in ClUuot champagne. ' Anfl Harry, be sure to see Rarker : 1 You would cut my hair off you know, Ifvou send home halfa'shade darker. The differeneo never will show. Hem! ribbon and ring; I think this is The wholwof the things I must ask, I'm sure that to mikI back my kisses. You'll vote an impossible task. Kow, Harry, don't rage and be horrid . Don't bluster and swear and abuse Our love was rteliclonsly torrid , ' ""To cro'p'it quite gives me the blues. , ' , I've viewed It in every direction. And and in its rapturous range, A prime, pantheistic perfection. Progressive, electrical, strange. "Tet I (now that this bliss unalloyed,'' ' If once T Were bound as your wife. Would fade in a fortnight, destroyed By the dullness of no-money life. And so I've determined, dear Hairy .As girls of the period do--Aluaugb iehallcerkttinly marry, 'Twill not be, my dearest, to you. At the various soirees this winter. Dear Hal, vou must surely be there; I shall be Mrs. Captain McLintor, He's a horrid old dried-up millionaire. 0 Tux Mam Anbkkrs. I'll answer your letter, my Julia, For I can take oath yon arc mine; Its tenor is coolly peculiar. Though perfectly plain to define. Its news wan WcstaTled bv a rnmor. That some friend was so kind as to bring. And it put me at first out of humor, And up to unorthodox things. I bated, you see, to surrender What gave me snch capital fun, But I went on a regular liender, ' M AM bent myself straight. ' bee the pimV ''fear, n the first ebullition ! , '..'.-. ; ' Ojt rage, I was rather severe; : , Sent yourself aad your sex to perdition, ,,, Ani called, ypu s pet names, my dear. ' "1 tlroiiirht for m second" of laudanum.'

girl. I have made it a crime to refuse to love my unhappy son, but his present conduct shows that she was right. She had been forewarned of the brutal na nature - ture nature of, his instincts ' and foresaw the lightness of his character. Xow that lie is no longer worthy of her, she will no longer Tear that I nm come to torment her into accepting his name. I will ask her to sustain and console me, and, since he lias left me alone in my despair, he shall blush to know that, 'after having sacrificed my entire life to an ungrate ungrateful - ful ungrateful son, 1 have been forced to die under the roof and in the arms of her whom I had looked upon as my mortal enemy." ' 'My mother spoke for a long time in this tone, not hesitating to think and say everything that could lacerate an already wounded heart. 1 was crushed. I had not a word to say in my defense, and the exaggerated character of her reproaches deprived me of the hope of calming her by my answer. Besides, I felt profound profoundly - ly profoundly humiliated to be so treateii in the presence of Mile. Merquein. , It did not seem to me that my mother was so seri seriously - ously seriously ill as she pretended, for she spoke with energy under her attack of fever, and Celie had not the appearance of one who was expecting a fatal crisis. She was. standing aside, in a sad and thought thoughtful - ful thoughtful attitude, as if she were endeavoring to find some means of settling matters on a more truthful basis. She was, in fact, thinking of this, for she interrup interrupted - ted interrupted my mother courteously to beg her to he calm, and let her have a moment's in interview - terview interview with me. She called Bellac and Old Bertha, recommending them to give theSnvftliil n soothing drink that she had prepared, and then made a sign to me and we descended to the garden. ! " 'Is my mother, then, in danger?' I said to her as soon as we were alone. " 'For the moment, no,' she answered. 'Her nerves are irritated, and if I have permitted her to speak to you in my piieseae s she has; done, it is because tiie agitation of sick persons must not be repressed too abruptly, as you know yourself, who have so often' seen the bodily and mental sufferings of my grand-father, and who have so often as assisted - sisted assisted me in judiciously relieving them. But you are a man, and it is very neces necessary - sary necessary that you should know the truth.

when my host said, with a laugh, '"Look out! there is Dr. MeClellan ;" and with that the distinguishd surgeon came bus bustling - tling bustling in. The defeat ef Mr. Clay was still "keenly felt by the Whigs, though my generous and genial friend, McMichael, did not allow his hospitality to be less because I had opposed him. But Dr. MeClellan could not restrain his feelings. He held Buchanan responsible for the vote of Pennsylvania, and, though most courteous to me, did not spare the Wheatland leader. We soon got over our little difference, however, and closed the controversy in a glass of wine. The Doctor possessed rare traits. Abounding in anecdote and information, he was an unrivaled wit and conversationalist. His son. Dr. J. II. B. MeClellan, and his grandson, young Dr. George, lioth in fine practice in Philadelphia, have inher inherited - ited inherited his high professional skill, and in a considerable degree his lively and viva vivacious - cious vivacious nature. There is a well-known physician in Washington, Dr. J. '. Hall, who relates many incidents of the public men he has attended in his long and brilliant expe experience. - rience. experience. At the head of his profession,: he attained old age almost without an en enemy. - emy. enemy. 1 know no man more universally beloved. A happy temperament, fine manners, and a thorough scholar, his sketches of the leading characters of oth other - er other days would make a charming volume if he would write them out. Fond of polite literature and of cultivated people he is almost out of practice, and may be said to live among his friends and his iiooks. He, too, was an "Old Line Whig" and shared the feelings, if not the prej prejudices, - udices, prejudices, of Dr. MeClellan, whom he knew and admired, especially as he was a grad graduate - uate graduate of Jefferson College, Philadelphia. Dr. Hall has known the leaders of both, in fact of all, the great parties, and was frequently consulted by them. He at attended - tended attended General Jackson on several occa occa-sioes, - sioes, occa-sioes, though not his family physician. It is one of the Doctor's peculiarities that he does not trouble himielf with money matters, and is careless about collecting his fees. Once, however, during a tem temporary - porary temporary absence, his clerk made out some bills, and among others sent one to the President. On his return the Doctor

THE CBAPG GATHERERS. Golden-eared corn Jsoaoe mora oo the torn again. Dried up and brown is the lawn attheOrang. Cracking and parched is the earth on the burn Kiin. . . Short Summered trees are now showing change. Siiltrr's the sunshine so hot in the pinery, ., TiwucaipianaarelKKrlBniaKto.s-hoou y - V Luscious ripe clusters bloom dark in the vinery. Urcharls are heavy with bright colored fruit. Thick hang the peaches one gathers so readily readily-Shrunken - Shrunken readily-Shrunken the stream running down to the sea sea-Plums - Plums sea-Plums on the wall ripen slowly ami steadily, To song of the reaper low hummeth the bee. Nature's bedecked in her richest costumcry, Orange and russet are tinting the trees; lleavv the air with the choicest perfumery. Wafted on wings of the balmyest breeze. Heat or the noontide is rising there hazily hazily-Culling - Culling hazily-Culling bright flowers their hair to entwine Ljghwbearted lasses are lounging there lazily. Plucking the purple that hangs from the vine. felnglnv and. laughing in fullness of pleasure there, . , Roving at random and choosing by chance. Piling up pictures of growing rich treasure there. Worthy the pencil of lunield or Lance. Buby -bloomed clusters are getting importunate. Pain to be'martvred along with the rest; Weep as thev gaze on and envy the fortunate Bosebud asleep on my ladv-love's breast! Would that my change unto grapes were parish.!)- twining, I'd kiss and ne'er teU Pressed 1m4o lipodlittully kitsaWe, Ripe ruby lips of my sweet little Xell !

31 y mina tne wnoie tiling was a joke. So I stopped being spoon v. and fussing. And pulling a pitiful liliiz, . '-'And quitted mv wickedest cussing ' ' Morednickly than theCaptaln will his. tpi t . . j. - ; ' You shall have all your articles. Leastl)', The letters and poem I'll keep. For the winter bids fairto be beastly. And fuel, no end of, not cheap. Your kisses, To f itf liefer them; Ills whiskers think rather foxv; I'll tell him the style you prefer them. And thus make the transfer by proxy. I went down to Barker's by stages, J As fast as a fellow could do; "JBut-thongh he the heir of the ages, ' ' He's not false enough, Jule, for you. " " ' . 1 1 swear you've aaoommonly lucky t ja 'S know how to cover a stain; . But spite of your sweetness, my ducky, borne vestige is bound to remain. I'll end our affair without snarling snarling-And - And snarling-And part, if we can, without strife; But did you imagine, my darling, I wanted t make-yon my wife? AJive my pious regards to McBlnter I daresay I've written it wroug; I'll play him a toss-up next winter i, ,A to which of us two you belong.

Your mother has a complaint of the liv liver" - er" liver" which."-threatens her life.- There is no cause for dispair; you can cure her if you-,wish. Only no time must he lost. Take her to Vichy, and do not leave her for a day. . Abandon your evil pleasures, forsake your unworthy friends, return to your ideas of marriage ; try to accept them yourself , but at all events induce her to believe that you still cherish them. In short, change your whole course of con conduct, - duct, conduct, .sacrifice, yourself, learn to suffer and endurp''weariness, become another man from this day, otherwise you will soon lose your mother, and have a grief in your heart for the rest of your life.' "'I will do it,' I answered; 'my in intention - tention intention has always been to devote myself to her, hut it has been harder thau vou think!' " -Is he more irritable to you than the admiral was to me?' ' 'Xo, certainly not ; a word from me

also into her own service for the sake of supporting those of them who were in invalids. - valids. invalids. "She had, inibilied in her journey, of eighfften hibnthi a love of-inrfcpeiidencr' which she wished never to forego. 1 "You may easily believe that a score of suitors presented themselves. She refused thaw aU vna.vias ttat.lilidiUot wish to marry, hiV jsirhQWt giving any reason for her wish. j no longer-pretetided to he interested ih her, and did not go to-see her:' I con continued - tinued continued the abandoned courses in which l!soughjt Jo,,, harden myself v and , my mother, who at first had shut lier eyes to riy way of living, hoping that it would ljelp me to. forget jny, grief began to he muchAffectedhy .it;,.' She. was, nearly :il :il-waya - waya :il-waya illy -and 'was. almost imperious: in her manner of claiming my attention. It is a sad thing to savl hut since she

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