BOYD SPAHR
[105] The Mother’s Rule and Western Border Life
[108] Bart Ridgeley and Never Again
[119] The End of the World and Helen Ethinger
[119] Bertha and Lily and Merrimack
[120] My Three Neighbors in the Queen City and The Harp of a Thousand Strings
[140] The Poetical and Prose Writings of Dr. John Lofland, The Milford Bard and Pilate and Herod
[149] Erring, Yet Noble and Looking Around
[105] The Mother’s Rule and Western
Border Life
“Do not
attempt to console me, my friend, His tone so tender, so passionate, thrilled her
or to palliate my fault. It has been great, and to the heart, and
struggling to retain her self-
bitter is its punishment. As one after another possession, she turned her
face from him.
were added to our little flock, the duties of “O dear! why of all others must he choose
family government became more and more her for his
confidante, and pour into her ears
difficult. My health is feeble, and my time the story of his love
for another—and that
much occupied; my husband is away all day. other!
Well, any one with half an eye could
The
only way to keep the children from being see
that she was dying to hear the words he
entirely ruined, will be to send them all to felt so afraid to
speak. Afraid! She would say
boarding-school. The two eldest boys are yes, and thank you too
in a minute. Should
there already. James is to go next month. she
tell him so at once, and end this
And
I am endeavouring to make up my ridiculous scene. No,
that would be unkind
mind to send away Emma, Mary, and Julia to Julia
[108] Bart Ridgeley and Never
Again
He
then opened a small drawer and took “I
see, my dear, you are tired, and really there
out a portfolio, in which were various bits is no use in my talking to you in this way. I
of bristol-board and paper, covered with
quite agree with
you that this business of
crayon and pen sketches, and some things presents is excessively
vulgar, but it is the
in water-colors—all giving evidence of a fashion; as Boggs says, more ton
than taste:
ready hand which showed some untaught and, really, since all
the thieves and rascals, and
practice. Whether his sense of justice was politicians, and
office-holders, and such kind
somewhat appeased, or because he regarded of people are getting to
parade their wedding
them with more favor, or reserved them presents in the
newspapers, I suppose we shall
for another occasion, was, perhaps, uncertain. have
to give it up; and I say so to the girls. I
Singularly
enough, on each of them, no matter say,
‘Girls, the time may come when you will
what was the subject, appeared one or more have to get married without
a single fish-
young girl's heads—some full-faced, some knife—Julia
three-fourths, and more in profile—all
spirited, all looking alike, and each having
a strong resemblance to Julia
[119] The End of the World and Helen
Ethinger
Humphreys
on his part was not satisfied. I “I
would not mind, Em. Just assert your rights
used the wrong figure of speech awhile ago. on
the start, and give him to understand you
He was
not a cat with paw upon the prey. won't put up with his snarl and his thunder-
He
was only an angler, and had but hooked cloud.
Were I in your place, in less than a week
his fish. He had not landed it yet. He felt how I'd have him to know I was
not to be trampled
slender was the thread of committal by which on by any means. I would find
a tongue, and, if
he held Julia. August had her heart. He
had only necessary, nails,
wherewith to combat his
a word. The slender vantage that he had, he particular Satan, and
enforce my new dignity. As
meant to use adroitly, craftily. And he knew for Becky—let me advise
you—settle her with
that the first thing was to close this interview one good quarrel. Convince
her at the earliest
without losing any ground. The longer she opportunity that you are
mistress, and if it does
remained bound, the better for him. And not suit her temper, give her the immediate
with his craft against the country girl's privilege of
seeking quarters elsewhere.” Which
simplicity it would have fared badly with was very sensible advice; but Julia
Julia
[119] Bertha and
Lily and
But
I, Ernest Helfenstein, loved now, and such Selwyn had labored with
unremitting exertions
grew the arrogance of the man within me, that during the summer in the city
mission and
I
felt as if any woman who had wronged one evening
school, and he now took a fortnight
of my sex by not loving, had committed a and joined us in our recreations. I had not
deadly sin. I felt as if I could help to crush her. dreamed
that a person so gracious in his looks,
All
the beauty of
fascination of his voice and manner, arose like him. He was even humorous and
witty; and
so many injured spirits of manhood, and the such a deference and
tenderness for woman as
woman who could be indifferent to these, was he showed unconsciously, (while
he disputed
no woman. That was it. Bertha was not a true with us often, and candidly
mentioned our
woman, I said to myself. She belongs to the faults,) did more than I
then suspected to
millenium; I hate such
women. Something of restore
my faith in man. I found my affections
all this must have tinged my manner, for one springing up like a rent
vine, and climbing
day when Julia around
him. He was more than usually
attentive to poor Mercy Winthrop. He and
Julia
[120] My Three
Neighbors in the
Julia took the advice, wrote Charles an epistle Therefore, all things
considered, I
containing more news than sentiment. After determined
not to make love to Miss Julia
slipping it in the post-office she made a call at all, but to leave all
that sort of thing to
on her friend
of her travels. Lizzie was much interested, so of Mademoiselle Laure de Marsan, whom I
far as a description of the beautiful scenery found a most worthy
coadjutor. Laure, as
and variety of fashions was concerned, but it we have seen, had herself
been in love with
was news to her that George had been her Ernest de Waldemar,
but she generously
gallant during the tour; yet she did not intimate admitted that Julia loved him—that is to
such a thing to Julia as being a
little jealous; nor say,
loved me—better than she did: and, like
did she blame Julia, or have the least
ill feeling a good,
affectionate girl, gave him up—I
toward her, although they were now rivals; yet mean gave me up—to her dear
friend and
she must censure George, in her own mind, for school-fellow. But having done
so, she
trifling with her feelings and for his fickleness. took
a most admirable, because
Julia disinterested,
interest in the progress of our
loves. She was for ever
talking to Julia
[140] The Poetical and Prose Writings of Dr. John Lofland, The
“Dear
cousin Julia,” she would say, as she Parson Gordon found the
same difficulty, and
fixed her fading eye upon her, “I can never it was only for some time
and after he had
weep any more. Oh! be careful that
your pressed
upon her this duty, by repeatedly
good name is never assailed as mine has presenting to her the
instance of our Saviour,
wantonly been, for you see before you the who prayed for His
murderers, that she could
ruin that slander has made. I was innocent, be induced to pray
truly, “Forgive us our
I
was happy, and should now have been trespasses,
as we forgive those who trespass
the wife of my dear Henry, had not some against us.” Since then she had acted
ungenerous tongue breathed pollution on consistently, and she
was both happy and
my good name. Oh! Julia, dear cousin Julia, thankful
to turn from the fabulous Okee, to
it is hard to die so young, and to die under the God who made heaven
and earth, the sea
a charge of which I am totally innocent! and all that
dwell therein. She was now on her
But,
perhaps; when I am dead, and laid in death-bed.
The name of Croshaw, never
my grave, the heart that has wronged me absent from her thoughts, was often syllabled
may relent, and shed as bitter tears of sorrow by her lips. Her daughter
knelt by the lonely
as those which have so often poured down bed, bowed by grief, and bathed the cold and
my poor, pale, fading cheek. But, dear Julia clammy hands of
her dying mother with fast-
failing tears, while Emma
and Julia
[149] Erring, Yet
Noble and Looking Around
But,
nevertheless, he did receive a reply, for his “And do you not know that such a course was
own conscience answered him; his own honor much more likely to win
such a heart, than if
replied to him. These told him, that disguise you had been very
obsequious—ready to
the matter as he might, the simple truth was spring the moment her
thimble or her scissors
that he had betrayed a girl under promise of happened to fall on the
floor—watching every
marriage; that now the poor creature claimed look, and trying to say
agreeable things, like
the only reparation in his power; and that Hetty
George Blanchard, as you
have described him
Thorpe's
claim to his hand, if not his heart, was to
me, with his hands delicately cased in
paramount over all others. These told him that gloves,
and his chin fastened as in a vice
he was more than ever bound to fulfil
his between two
stiff collars, and his feet dressed
promise to Hetty, seeing how she
still loved like a
dancing master, afraid of doing this, and
him, and how she longed for marriage with afraid of saying that, lest it might not
be
him as her only chance for happiness, repentance, altogether proper or pleasing.
Women, nor
aye, even salvation. These told him that his duty, girls, like your ‘nice’ young
men; they want to
his sacred duty, his feelings as a man, his honor see character, independence of
thought and
as a gentleman, led him to keep faith with Hetty
action. They want
something to look up to, to
Thorpe,
and that he could not be happy even lean
upon, and not a butterfly fluttering
with Julia around
them and showing its gaudy wings—
but here comes Julia