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little hand Marion Wilmer had presented or wide awake hackmen, drove by on the to him to his lips. “We will never speak pavements. The sky was clear, and the of it any more."

stars were bright. The air was keen, And then Frederic Wilmer rose up making one conscious of the comfort of a and stepped toward them. He took the well-provided home, and giving the poor hand of his wife and the hand of Charles forebodings of the cold, starving winter, Stevens, and clasped them both together. which was now rapidly coming upon them.

“We have been brothers all our lives, It was near ten o'clock when I laid down Charles," he said, " and it is right now I my pen and threw myself into an easy should bring you a sister. It is the best, arm-chair with the evening newspaper in the only reward that I can bring you.” hand. Glancing over the editorial colAnd Charles Stevens drew his arm around umns, my eye rested on the following Marion Wilmer.

article: “ Marion, my sister!”

"MAN'S INHUMANITY TO MAN Charles, my brother!"

MAKES COUNTLESS MILLIONS MOURN.' And so there was "peace” between

"DIED yesterday, in a small, unfinished attic them.

room, 144 street, J. B. L. This unfortu. “And now you may take Fred to the nate man, who was once one of our most reclub, and the association, and to all the spectable merchants, literally starved to death!

By the failure of others, a nuniber of years since, fishing and hunting frolics in Christen- he lost all his property and was reduced to dom, for all I shall care,” laughed Marion. bankruptcy. At that time he had a most ex

“Look, here, I don't know but the tables cellent wife and two lovely daughters, one nine, will be turned, and I shall be jealous of the other eleven years of age. He made numer

ous efforts to retrieve his fortunes; but he found you, Charlie, Marion is so willing to turn his credit was gone, and no one seemed disposed

to lend him a helping hand. Stripped of everyMrs. Wilmer clapped her hands in her thing, he took apartments in a house occupied own dainty, graceful fashion, and laughed by a number of families. Mrs. L., aided by her a laugh, so full, and sweet, and frolicsome, to the work, and the prices being so low, the

daughters, sewed for the shops. Unaccustomed that both the listeners could not choose sum realized from that source was very small. but join in it.

" Time passed on, business became more But Marion's bright face grew sober prosperous, and Mr. L. saw an opportunity to again as she said, “I shall never forget the height of his prosperity he set up a young

improve his circumstances. When he was in the lesson which the last three weeks have man in business. That young man has now taught me."

become the senior partner in one of our largest And she did not; she was never jealous houses. To this firm—the name for the present of Charles Stevens again.

we withhold—Mr. L. applied for a little assistance to enable him to enter into this opening. He applied in vain : the man hat owed to him

so much of position and wealth treated him PAPERS FROM THE DIARY OF A CITY coolly. He made application to two more former

friends with similar results. He had been unCLERGYMAN.

fortunate, and men of means were afraid to trust PAPER I.-THE LONGWORTHS.

him. Greatly disheartened, and almost ready

to despair, he returned to his changed homeT was Saturday night, and the coolest how changed from what it was in former times !

—where his family were anxiously awaiting his enced. I was seated at the table in my ill, during the day, and was now lying upon her study, finishing the pulpit preparations for bed in a corner of the room. Her disease, the approaching Sabbath. A wood fire which proved to be the small-pox, soon acon the hearth made the temperature of my complished its fatal work, and she sank into room warm and genial. The children, sane disease, and, in a few days, followed her

The younger daughter took the having taken their Saturday evening bath, mother to the land of spirits. These sore bewere snug in bed. In accordance with an reavements, in connection with Mr. L.'s embar. established rule in my house, all work was

rassments and the coldness of the world, were laid aside, and the adult members of my full. In less than a year after he had buried

overwhelming. His cup, however, was not yet family were reading such selections from his wife and daughter, his other daughter, who the library as suited their taste. Stillness had kept house for him since her mother's death, reigned in the parsonage. The rumbling teenth year, strangely disappeared. About four

and who was a beautiful, lovely girl, in her sixof wheels was heard, ever and anon, as weeks since Mr. L. left home at half past seven youthful pleasure seekers, weary carmen, lo'clock in the morning and returned about one.

Everything remained in his rooms much as they is dishonest; but because, by the misforwere when he left, only Ellen was not there! | tunes or rascality of others, he loses his The scanty marketing of the morning was still in the market basket. What could it all mean?

worldly possessions. Here his wife and Where was Ellen? No trace of her could be daughter, unaccustomed to the privations found. At last he was informed, by the inmates i and hardships of their forced circumstances, of another aparment of the house, that between occupying small, ill-ventilated apartments, nine and ten o'clock a genteelly-dressed man

in a house, the nominal abode of twice or and a short, dashy woman came to the door in a carriage, and that Ellen went away with them. thrice the number of human beings that Acquainted with city habits and city corruption, ought to dwell there, sicken and die of a the truth at once flashed across the mind of loathsome disease. Here, in open day, a the distracted father. Ellen had, without virtuous young woman is stolen, actually doubt, been decoyed by a couple of those execrated characters that infest our city and en

stolen, from her father's house, and contrap the unwary. Such persons, when caught fined in a prison of moral death. This is by these kidnappers of virtue, are forcibly de- done, too, by men and women that are tained until, disgraced in the eyes of men, de

known to the officers of the city. In all graded in their own estimation, and robbed of virtue, they shun the society of friends and probability some of these officers know the home from which they were stolen.

very house and room in which Ellen Long"Mr. L. mado diligent search for his lost worth is confined. On the side of her daughter. He searched, however, in vain. The wretches who seduced her away had so com

captors and seducers, backed and employed pletely covered their retreat, and secured their by men of fashion and pleasure, is money. victim, that no knowledge of them, or of her, On the side of the victim is poverty. The whatever, could be obtained. The father in father goes down to the grave in bitterness despair was forced to give up his child as lost.

of soul, and the daughter, ignorant of his Happy then would he have been to know that, in innocence and purity, she was sleeping in the melancholy end, suffers on in her prisongrave with her sister and mother. "Disgusted house of moral pollution, while these ofwith the world, he no longer asked of it either ficers, cognizant of the whole, riot with justice or mercy. He no longer sought employ the money given them to close their eyes ment or friends. Shutting himself up in his and seal their lips ! room, deprived mostly of air and food, he speedily became a prey to disease. Finding that he

Great God! I exclaimed ; are these was about to die, he crawled into his little attic things so, really so, in this Christian chamber, and there, alone and unseen, except city? Unquestionably they are. And the by the all-seeing One, he gave up the ghost. “What a chapter is this on 'man's inhumanity

sufferings and wrongs of the Longworth to man.' Let those rich men, who could give family are only the sufferings and wrongs, Mr. L. no assistance in the day of his adversity, varying in unimportant circumstances, of ponder it well. A small portion of the money hundreds of families in this community. squandered in a foolish display would have saved a reputable business man from poverty

The question immediately rose in my and death; would have saved, in all probability, mind whether, as the pastor of a congrea wife and daughter from a premature grave;gation, and as a minister of Christ's Goswould have saved a lovely girl, just entering pel, I had done all that Christ required of into womanhood, from a condition more dreadful than any other to which human beings can

me, and all that the interests of humanity be reduced in this life. Selfishness is bound demanded at my hands to stay those corup in the hearts of the rich, and the destruction ruptions and correct these and all other of the poor is their poverty. The rich care not evils ? I had preached well-studied and for the poor.”

orthodox sermons. I had endeavored to The wrongs and sufferings of this family, instruct my people in the doctrines of the thus briefly but graphically portrayed, ex- Bible. These sermons I knew had been cited my emotions and harrowed up my well received, had been complimented; feelings. The scene of all these suffer- indeed, some of them had been eulogized ings was my own city, probably but a few by the newspaper press, as both learned blocks from my house, and might be in the and eloquent. But, after all, the question very street on which I reside. Here, in forced itself upon me: Do my sermons this city of Bibles, and churches, and make my hearers feel dissatisfied with Christians, and Christian institutions, and themselves ? Am I, I inquired, lifting up ministers of Christ, and men of princely my voice against the injustice, the oppresfortunes, a reputable man is doomed to sion, the hard heartedness of the world as poverty and death. He is so doomed, Christ and the apostles did ? Am I donot because he is intemperate, not being all in my power, in the pulpit as well cause he is indolent, not because he as privately, to root out the abominations

in the midst of us? Am 1, in season and fying into importance what, at best, is out of season, and as earnestly as I ought non-essential and comparatively unimportto, insisting upon that practical religion ant? Will it lift the heel of the tyrant which shows itself in " doing” to others from the neck of the downtrodden and as we would they should do to us? My oppressed? Will it, in the least, arrest heart told me I was not.

the progress of intemperance and turn The sermon which I had prepared for back the waves of licentiousness and corthe approaching morning was on what is ruption ? Will it search out and expose commonly called “ Apostolical Succes to the gaze of the world the lurking-places sion.” It contained a careful examination of vice? Will it protect virtue? Is of the Jewish economy and the synagogue there Christ in it? Will it make my order and service. This involved a la- | hearers feel for others' woe? Does it bored criticism on certain Hebrew roots, teach man his duty to his God, to his terms, and phrases. I then passed on to neighbor, and to himself? Is it a sermon the institution of the Christian Church. that will make those who hear it turn from The difference between the New Testa a vain and profligate course of life; that ment and classic Greek was pointed out. will lead them to resolve to be better The peculiarities of the New Testament members of society; to be men, and act Greek were dwelt upon at length, and a their part as men? My convictions were precise definition was given of the terms that it could not. I resolved, there“ deacon," " elder,” and “bishop.” Next fore, to lay it aside, and, on the morrow followed an examination of the Fathers. morning, by the help of God, try to preach, I had drawn largely from these, and a not a mere moral essay, not merely a portion of the extracts was in Latin and philosophical disquisition, not a dead and Greek. Ecclesia, episcopos, and other dry discourse on a dead and dry subject, similar terms, rounded many a period. I not a time-serving sermon, but a sermon then came down to more modern authors for the times ! and times. The views of Owen and Burnet were considered, and some of the positions of the Irenicum were reviewed. CHILDHOOD AND ITS VISITORS. Then, in a deprecatory manner, regarding Once on a time, when sunny May myself and my Church as orthodox, and, Was kissing up the April showers, in the controversy on this great subject, I saw fair childhood hard at play the assailed party, assailed, too, by those

Before a bank of blushing flowers, who claim to be the Church of God, I Happy-he knew nor whence nor how;

And smiling—who could choose but love him? quoted, in conclusion, from the Greek apo- For not more glad than childhood's brow logue, giving first the Greek and then the Was the gay heaven that laugh'd above him. following translation:

Old Time came hobbling in his wrath, “ The eagle saw her breast was wounded sore, And that green valley's calm invaded; She stood and weepèd much, but grievèd more ;

The brooks grew dry beneath his path, But when she saw the dart was feather’d,

The birds were mute, the lilies faded ; said,

A Grecian tomb stood full in sight, Woe's me, for my own kind hath me destroy'd.”

And that old Time began to batter,

But Childhood watch'd his paper kite, The sermon cost me a great amount of Nor heeded he, one whit, the matter. study and research, and I fancied, as I With curling lip, and eye askance, made the last interlineations, that it would Guilt gazed upon the scene a minute ; sustain at least, if not add to, the reputa- But Childhood's archly simple glance tion I had already gained as an able

Had such a holy spell within it,

That the dark demon to the air controversialist and a sound theologian.

Again spread forth his bafiled pinion, It was this sermon I had just finished be And hid his envy and despair, fore taking up the paper containing the Self-tortured, in his own dominion. account of the Longworth family.

Then stepp'd a gloomy phantom up, I now asked myself seriously, What

Pale, cypress-crown'd, night's woeful daughter, good, practical good, will that sermon ac And proffer'd him a fearful cup, complish? Will it feed one starving man?

Full to the brim of bitter water; Will it clothe one naked orphan? Will it Says Childhood, “ Madam, what's your name ?"

And when the beldame utter'd, “Sorrow," open the purses of the rich ? Will it not Then cried, “ Don't interrupt my game, rather quiet their consciences by magni I prithee call again to-morrow."

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"HOW

The muse of Pindus thither came,

But even Arthur disliked the idea of And woo'd him with the softest numbers

Miss Ponsonby's visit, and we, sanctioned That ever scatter'd wealth and fame

by his opinion, scrupled not to express our Upon a youthful poet's slumbers. Though sweet the lyre and sweet the lay,

feelings unreservedly. To Childhood it was all a riddle;

“A regular bore--a nuisance !" cried * Good gracious !" cried he, " send away Hugh, savagely cutting away at the stick That noisy woman with a fiddle !"

he was carving, and sending the chips right Then wisdom stole his bat and ball,

and left as he did so; “ what on earth are And taught him, with most sage endeavor, we to do with a fine city lady?" Why bubbles rise and acorns fall,

• We shall have to be proper and ladyAnd why no joy may last forever ; She talk'd of all the wondrous laws

like,' as Miss Fisher says,” said Lydia, in Which Nature's open book discloses ;

dismay; "and how, there now, Hugh, But Childhood, when he made a pause,

one of your abominable chips has flown Was fast asleep among the roses.

into my eye. You've no business to hack Sleep on, sleep on! Pale manhood's dreams away at that stick in the drawing-room. Are all of earthly pain or pleasure,

Arthur, has he? I'll slap your face if you Of glory's toils, ambition's schemes,

make faces at me, sir." Of cherish'd love, or hoarded treasure; But to the couch where childhood lies

This last, of course, to Hugh, who was A pure, unmingled trance is given,

too vividly expressing his feelings by conLit up by rays from seraph's eyes,

tortions of his features. Arthur, as usual, And glimpses of remember'd heaven! had to exert his influence to prevent a

quarrel, and when that was achieved we

began to grumble again. OUR COUSIN FROM THE CITY. We were going to have such fun!"

sighed I, “now Arthur is here, and all. A FAMILY REMINISCENCE.

We should have been so happy this autumn. OW tiresome, how extremely dis- Brother!”

agreeable !" complained my brother “I'll tell you what we'll do!” exclaimed Arthur, as he tossed on the table Miss Stephen, in sudden glee, “we'll sicken Ponsonby's note, containing her acceptance her of being here. We'll send her off of of my father's invitation to her to come her own accord, the second day. We'll and spend a few weeks with his family in make the place too hot to hold her, and their quiet country home.

she'll beat a retreat." We all looked spitefully enough at the “Hurrah !" cried Hugh, “I'll do my innocent little sheet of paper, with its deli- part. I'll take her through bramble-bushes cate hand-writing, and its neatly sealed and that shall tear her smart frocks, and spoil faintly perfumed envelope. We were a fam- her grand fashionable bonnets. I'll let her ily ofrough, unpolished, motherless boys and accidentally slip into ditches which shall girls. We girls, indeed, were even less ruin her satin shoes, and frighten her out civilized than our brothers ; for while we of her fine-ladyish senses besides. O, I had run wild under the quasi control of a promise I'll lead her a pretty life while she weak-minded governess whom we entirely is here.” ruled, they had been duly sent to a public “Hush, boys !” remonstrated Arthur, school, where some degree of discipline looking up from his book, "you must rehad been flogged and knocked into them member this lady is to be our guest, and by their tutors and schoolfellows. Arthur, has claims to all courtesy and consideraespecially, the eldest, the cleverest, the tion from us. It's no use to talk in that handsomest, and the dearest, was just re- wild way. We are gentlemen-don't forturned from his first term at college, and get that.” we were all proud of his improvement in This final argument was always irresistappearance, and charmed by his gentle-ible to the two boys, rude and savage as manlike courtesy and ease of manners, they seemed. With Lydia and myself he though we scarcely understood it. We employed other reasoning. only knew he was very different from Hugh Though we don't like this visitor, and Stephen, and that already those wild, girls,” said he, "we are not such Goths reckless fellows were becoming a thought as to let her see it. You will, of course, less wild, under the influence of their elder jointly do the honors, and I have no doubt brother's precepts and example.

you will acquit yourselves admirably.

room.

For," added he, seeing we still looked eldest girl, and about to enact the part of somewhat dubious, " I should not like my hostess. sisters to be laughed at by our city cousin. “O!" ejaculated Lydia, in a kind of I should not like her to think that you do subdued scream, what a heap of bandnot know how to behave with propriety in boxes and baskets. One, two, three-0, your father's house."

there she is. My goodness, what a grand This speech had its due effect, and we lady! She's coming in-now for it!" prepared to receive our visitor, if not with And she fled back to her seat just as my heartfelt cordiality, at least with a decent father opened the door and led in the young, show of it. Nevertheless, the arrival of lady. the day which was to bring her among us Caroline, my dear, these are your was dreaded as an actual calamity. cousins, Elizabeth and Lydia. Girls, this

On that day, however, Lydia and I at- is your cousin, Caroline Ponsonby. Bid tired ourselves with unusual care. We her welcome." had so much regard for appearances

that And my father, who was a man of few we did not wish to be looked upon as abso- words, left us to make acquaintance. lute slatterns by our cousin from the city. Miss Ponsonby was a very stylish young So Lydia mended the rent in her skirt, lady indeed. Her silk dress was flounced which had yawned there for the last three to her waist, and rustled whenever she weeks, and I condescended to pin a fresh moved, and she wore little jingling chains tucker round my neck, and a pair of not at her waist and on her wrists; her large more than half-dirty cuffs on my wrists. Cashmere shawl was clasped by a mag

Miss Fisher, our meek and much tyran- nificent cameo, and her bonnet was laden nized-over governess, was sitting in the with all sorts of fashionable frippery. A drawing-room, which she had, with con- mingled odor of otto of roses and musk siderable labor, cleared from the litter that was faintly perceptible as she entered the usually strewed its floor, its tables, and chairs. Lydia's drawings and my music No wonder Lydia and I, recklessly inwere neatly disposed on separate shelves, different as we were to the obligations of and as many books as our rough usage had the toilette, to whom pomades were unleft presentable, were formally ranged known, and patchouli and bouquet de la round the card basket on the center-table, reine utterly incomprehensible—no wonder after the ordinary fashion. Often before we were completely dumb-founded at the had poor Miss Fisher made similar orderly apparition of our visitor, long expected arrangements, which we had invariably and long dreaded as she had been. overturned five minutes after, but on this Miss Ponsonby, however, possessed all occasion we suffered them to remain. that ease and graceful self-possession, Hugh and Stephen gathered round Arthur, which is only acquired by habitude to sowho was drawing mathematical mysteries ciety. She took my hand and shook it at a side table, and Lydia and I, with un- with a cordiality that set all the little natural demureness, seated ourselves on chains and lockets at her wrists jingling each side of Miss Fisher. At her earnest furiously. Then turning to my brothers : request we even submitted to get some “My cousin Arthur, I presume," said needlework. Lydia routed out a half- she, smiling, “and Hugh, and Stephen ? hemmed pocket-handkerchief from the My uncle has been initiating me into the depths of the workbag, and I applied my- nomenclature of my unknown relations, self to the intricacies of a knitted collar, you see. which I had been slowly blundering through By this time I had collected myself at rare intervals for some years. ·

sufficiently to offer to conduct our guest Thus were we employed when the roll to her apartment. So I showed the way, of wheels on the carriage sweep leading to followed by the rustling, jingling, perfumed the house announced the return of our Miss Ponsonby, who, in her turn, was folfather from the railway station, where he lowed by Lydia, grimacing, opening wide had been to meet our expected guest. her eyes, and elevating her eyebrows, in Lydia ran to the window and peeped out, testimony of her emotions. Arrived at heedless of Miss Fisher's imploring appeals the “best chamber," Miss Ponsonby swept to her sense of propriety. I sat still, feel across the room to the window, which ing that I was sixteen years of age, the commanded an extensive view.

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