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man to take me ashore from the steam that gentleman an envelope enclosing er. My trunk, by the way, I had left a draft on London, in pay for the at Leghorn before starting for Rome; almost-forgotten article, which I had so that was out of danger, and came sent in sheer desperation, if not in properly to hand afterward.

As my comprehensive revenge, to that Edinlucky star would have it, an American burgh magazine ! Greenbacks were bark was lying at anchor in the bay. then at their heaviest discount, and It was the first time I had seen the English exchange at its highest pre"star-spangled banner” for two years, mium. And thus it happened that I and I flew to it for protection. I di- sold my draft for American money rected the boatman to take me to the enough to pay the good-hearted capAmerican ship. Standing in the bow tain and the patriotic tar, and to take of the smaller craft, as soon as she me back to Toledo, my starting-place, reached the greater one I sprang up

after an absence of over two years, at the side, and the boatman sprang after the total expense of a little more than me. He detained half of my coat, but three hundred dollars. I reached the deck, where I kept him Here, at the proper end of my pilat bay with a belaying-pin till some grimage and of this narrative, while I one on the ship was roused; for it was am figuratively taking off my sandal early in the morning. The ten cents shoon and hanging up my pilgrim staff, were paid over to the clamorous Ital- let me say that, although I did not set ian by a hearty tar, who was moved to out with any higher purpose than to see an American in distress, “ with tell just such a story as I might tell his mainsail carried away," — I think under oath, still I think I discern in that is the way the tar phrased it. these adventures what I may term an

The captain of the ship was a warm ex post facto moral. Let not the readhearted old fellow from down in Maine. er, however, practise and amuse his He offered to take me home before I ingenuity by attempting to detect this asked him. I had a boyish love of in- in the pilgrim himself; for, personally, dependence, and proposed to work. he feels as free from a moral as any He said he would n't be bothered with pilgrim he has ever seen has been free me; he would take me as his only from superfluous linen. While, therepassenger. We settled the matter at fore, he would not advise any young last by my contracting grandly to owe man to follow directly in his footsteps, him fifty dollars in “greenbacks.” Our yet he hopes he has shown that there vessel was about twenty years old, and are means and modes of travel unladen with rags and great blocks of known to the guide-books; that there marble. We had a terrible storm in are cheap ways for the student and the Mediterranean, in which we came man of limited means to see and learn near going down. The old craft seemed, much for little money. The sight of a however, to have some secret under sunrise from the Righi is certainly standing with fate ; for, having shifted more than compensation for putting up her cargo, she floated, wellnigh on her with a poor breakfast. And the candid beam-ends, the rest of that desolate ten traveller, however light his purse, needs weeks through the Mediterranean and never return dyspeptic or misanthropic. across the Atlantic. I arrived at Bos Pure air and hearty exercise in the ton finally, without a cent. I had di- Alps and on the Danube cannot fail to rected that all letters should be for- do him physical good; while he will warded from my address at Florence find in the human nature with which to the care of the merchant to whom he comes in contact in every land the our ship was consigned. What was sum of the good invariably prepondermy surprise, then, to be handed by ating over that of the evil.

Ralph Keeler.

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He looks from the eyes of the little child,

And searches souls with their gaze so clear ;
To the heart some agony makes wild

He whispers, “I am here."

He smiles in the face of every flower,

In the swallow's twitter of sweet content
He speaks, and we follow through every hour

The way his deep thought went.

Here should be courage and hope and faith ;

Naught has escaped the trace of his hand;
And a voice in the heart of his silence saith,

One day we may understand.

Celia Thaxter.

A DAY'S PLEASURE.

THEY

1. — THE MORNING.

the worst resort, or the least interest

ing- or profitable, for the matter of HEY were not a large family, and that. But at last the great day came,

their pursuits and habits were very a blameless Thursday alike removed simple; yet the summer was lapsing from the cares of washing and ironing towards the first pathos of autumn be- days, and from the fatigues with which fore they found themselves all in such every week closes. One of the family case as to be able to take the day's chose deliberately to stay at home; but pleasure they had planned so long. the severest scrutiny could not detect a They had agreed often and often that hindrance in the health or circumstances nothing could be more charming than of any of the rest, and the weather was an excursion down the Harbor, either delicious. Everything, in fact, was so to Gloucester, or to Nahant, or to Nan- fair and so full of promise that they tasket Beach, or to Hull and Hingham, could almost fancy a calamity of some or to any point within the fatal bound sort hanging over its perfection, and beyond which is seasickness. They possibly bred of it; for I suppose that had studied the steamboat advertise- we never have anything made perfectly ments, day after day, for a long time, easy for us without a certain reluctance without making up their minds which and foreboding. That morning they of these charming excursions would be all got up so early that they had time the most delightful; and when they to waste over breakfast before taking had at last fixed upon one and chosen the 7.30 train for Boston ; and they some day for it, that day was sure to naturally wasted so much of it that be heralded by a long train of obsta- they reached the station only in season cles, or it dawned upon weather that for the 8.00. But there is a difference was simply impossible. Besides, in the between reaching the station and quietsuburbs you are apt to sleep late, un- ly taking the cars, especially if one of less the solitary ice-wagon of the neigh- your company has been left at home, borhood makes a very uncommon rum- hoping to cut across and take the bling in going by; and I believe that the cars at a station which they reach excursion was several times postponed some minutes later, and you, the head by the tardy return of the pleasurers of the party, are obliged, at a loss of from dreamland, which, after all, is not breath and personal comfort and dignity,

to run down to that station and see that But let me not so hasten over this the belated member has arrived there, part of my friends' journey as to omit and then hurry back to your own, and all mention of the amphibious Irish embody the rest, with their accompany houses which stand about on the low ing hand-bags and wraps and sun-um lands along the railroad - sides, and brellas, into some compact shape for which you half expect to see plunge removal into the cars, during the very into the tidal mud of the neighborhood, scant minute that the train stops at with a series of hoarse croaks, as the Charlesbridge. Then when you are all train approaches. Perhaps twenty-four aboard, and the tardy member has been trains pass those houses every twentyduly taken up at the next station, and four hours, and it is a wonder that the you would be glad to spend the time in inhabitants keep their interest in them, looking about on the familiar variety of or have leisure to bestow upon any life which every car presents in every of them. Yet, as you dash along so train on every road in this vast Ameri- bravely, you can see that you arrest the can world, you are oppressed and dis- occupations of all these villagers as by tracted by the cares which must attend a kind of enchantment; the children the pleasure-seeker, and which more pause and turn their heads towards you thickly beset him the more deeply he from their mud-pies (to the production plunges into enjoyment.

of which there is literally no limit in I can learn very little from the note that region); the matron rests one parbook of the friend whose adventures I boiled hand on her hip, letting the otham relating in 'regard to the scenery of er still linger listlessly upon the washWinterville and the region generally board, while she lifts her eyes from through which the railroad passes be the suds to look at you ; the boys, who tween Charlesbridge and Boston ; but all summer long are forever just going so much knowledge of it may be safely into the water or just coming out of it, assumed on the part of the reader as to cease their buttoning or unbuttoning ; relieve me of the grave responsibility the baby, which has been run after and of describing it. Still, I may say that caught and suitably posed, turns its it is not unpicturesque, and that I have anguished eyes upon you, where also a pleasure, which I hope the reader falls the mother's gaze, while her deshares, in anything like salt meadows scending palm is arrested in mid-air. I and all spaces subject to the tide, wheth- forbear to comment upon the surprising er flooded by it or left bare with their populousness of these villages, where, saturated grasses by its going down. in obedience to all the laws of health, I think, also, there is something fine the inhabitants ought to be wasting in the many-roofed, many-chimneyed miserably away, but where they flourish highlands of Chelsea (if it is Chelsea), in spite of them. Even Accident here as you draw near the railroad bridge, seems to be robbed of half her malevoand there is a pretty stone church on lence; and that baby (who will presently a hillside there which has the good for- be chastised with terrific uproar) passes tune, so rare with modern architecture an infancy of intrepid enjoyment amidst and so common with the old, of seem the local perils, and no more affected ing a natural outgrowth of the spot by the engines and the cars than by so where it stands, and which is as purely many fretful hens with their attendant an object of æsthetic interest to me, broods of chickens. who know nothing of its sect or doc When sometimes I long for the extrine, as any church in a picture could citement and variety of travel, which, be; and there is, also, the Marine Hos- for no merit of mine, I knew in other pital on the heights (if it is the Marine days, I reproach myself, and silence Hospital) from which I hope the in- all my repinings with some such quesmates can behold the ocean, and exult tion as, Where could you find more vain whatever misery keeps them ashore. riety or greater excitement than abound

in and near the Fitchburg Depot when footprints are just traceable at their a train arrives ? And to tell the truth, corners, has not yet drunk the brightthere is something very inspiring in ness, but she looks just a thought the fine eagerness with which all the sadly, if very serenely, from them. I passengers rise as soon as the locomo- know nothing in the world of her; I tive begins to slow, and press forward may have seen her twice or a hundred to the door, and knuckle one another's times, but I must always be making backs in their impatience to get out; bits of romances about her. That is while the suppressed vehemence of the she in faultless gray, with the neat hackmen is also thrilling in its way, leather bag in her lap, and a bouquet not to mention the instant clamor of the of the first autumnal blooms perched baggage-men as they read and repeat in her shapely hands, which are pretthe numbers of the checks in strident tily yet substantially gloved in some tones. It would be ever so interesting sort of gauntlets. She can be easy and to depict all these people, but it would dignified, my dear middle-aged heroine, require volumes for the work, and I re- even in one of our horse-cars, where luctantly let them all pass out without people are for the most part packed like a word, — all but that sweet young cattle in a pen. She shows no trace of blonde who arrives by most trains, and dust or fatigue from the thirty or forty who, putting up her eye-glass with a miles which I choose to fancy she has ravishing air, bewitchingly peers round ridden from the handsome elm-shaded among the bearded faces, with little New England town of five or ten thoutender looks of hope and trepidation, sand people, where I choose to think for the face which she wants, and which she lives. From a vague horticultural presently bursts through the circle of association with those gauntlets, as strange visages. The owner of the well as from the autumnal blooms, I face then hurries forward to meet that take it she loves flowers, and gardens sweet blonde, who gives him a little a good deal with her own hands, and drooping hand as if it were a delicate keeps house-plants in the winter, and flower she laid in his ; there is a brief of course a canary. Her dress, neither mutual hesitation long enough mere- rich nor vulgar, makes me believe her ly for an electrical thrill to run from fortunes modest and not recent; her heart to heart through the clasping gentle face has just so much intellechands, and then he stoops towards her, tual character as it is good to see in a and distractingly kisses her. And I woman's face ; I suspect that she reads say that there is no law of conscience pretty regularly the new poems and hisor propriety worthy the name of law — tories, and I know that she is the life barbarity, absurdity, call it rather — to and soul of the local book-club. Is prevent any one from availing himself she married, or widowed, or one of the of that providential near-sightedness, superfluous forty thousand ? That is and beatifying himself upon those lips, what I never can tell. But I think that - nothing to prevent it but that young most probably she is married, and that fellow, whom one might not, of course, her husband is very much in business, care to provoke.

and does not share so much as he reAmong the people who now rush spects her tastes. I have no particular forward and heap themselves into the reason for thinking that she has no chiltwo horse-cars and one omnibus, placed dren now, and that the sorrow for the before the depot by a wise forethought one she lost so long ago has become for the public comfort to accommodate only a pensive silence, which, however, the train-load of two hundred passen- a long summer twilight can yet deepen gers, I always note a type that is both to tears ... Upon my word! Am I pleasing and interesting to me. It is a then one to give way to this sort of lady just passing middle life ; from her thing? Madam, I ask pardon. I have kindly eyes the envious crow, whose no right to be sentimentalizing you.

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