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It's your own fault. I told you thirty-but you couldn't be satisfied with that, and pride was the ruination of you."

"I can't have so particular a horse," said the nervous gentleman. "What'll you give me for

reformer, they remembered, that the poor hungry
boy they fed was Martin Luther?

In the year 1501, a thin, pale youth stood at the gate of the University at Erfurt, and petitioned for entrance. When asked if he was qualified to make him and take him back?" such a request, he replied :-" He who prays as he "A hundred and fifty," said the horse-dealer.-ought, has already finished half of his labors and "Give me the money and he's yours," said the and studies." This, too, was Martin Luther; but nervous gentleman. "And when you come across he did not now come unprovided with credentials; a horse that isn't more nice than wise, just let me he brought undoubted testimony of his morals and know-that's all." good conduct, and was received with cordiality.

I have given but one specimen of Garret's mode of doing business. Though a Dutchman, he was shrewd as a Yankee, but he knew how to veil his acumen by an exterior of simplicity so well conceived as to dupe the most astute. I believe he is still breeding and trading horses at the Wallabout, though I havn't heard of him for many years.

MISCELLANY.

From an interesting volume entitled "Luther and his times."
BIRTH AND DEATH OF LUTHER.
BIRTH OF LUTHER.

A POOR miner, who wrought in the mines of
Lonsfield, and lived at Eisenic, took a journey to
Eisleben to attend the annual fair.

DEATH OF LUTHER.

On the 17th of February he grew so ill that his friends requested him not to go out. In the even. ing he spoke much of his approaching death.Some one asked him if he thought we should know one another in the future world; he replied with energy, "I truly believe so." When he entered the chamber with his friends and sons, he remained a long time at prayer. Afterwards, he said to the physician who arrived, "I am very weak, and my sufferings increase."

They gave him some drops and tried to restore him to heat by friction. He spoke affectionately to Count Albert, who was near him, and said, "I will lie down and try to sleep half an hour. I think I shall feel relieved." He composed himself and fell asleep, and did not wake for an hour and a half. When he opened his eyes he said, " Are you all sitting here? Why do you not go to your repose?" It was eleven at night. He then began to pray most fervently in latin. "In manus tuas commendo spiritum meum Domine, Deus, verita. tis. Pray all of ye, that the reign of our Lord may be extended; for the Council of Trent and the Pope are full of threatenings."

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here, I believe, I shall rest." He then prayed
most devoutly. There was an evident change in
his countenance, which induced his friends to sum-
mon the physician. Count and Countess Albert
also hastened to the room. He turned to them and
said, "Beloved friends, I die here." He begged
them all to bear testimony, that he died the faith
he had taught. His prayers continued fervent, till
suddenly his eyes closed; clasping his hands to-
gether, and without a struggle, he breathed his

His wife was too desirous to accompany him to be denied; and, on the night they arrived, she gave birth to a son. He was born on the 10th of Nov. in the year 1483, on the eve of St. Martin's day; and from this they named him Martin. The father strove to educate his son in virtuous habits; and according to the spirit of the age considered strict discipline a powerful aid to good conduct; to this young Martin was early subjected. As he grew Again he closed his eyes and slept a short time; older he was placed in an institution at Eisenach, when he awoke he requested to rise, and went to where he had access to the learning their taught; the window and looked out upon the winter landbut was unprovided with funds, and had not money scape-the clear heavens-the light of the pale to procure food. In company with several other moon glittering upon the frosty hill tops. My students, as poor as himself, he endeavored to pro-dear Jonas," said he, "I was born in Eisleben, and cure bread by singing at the doors of wealthy houses. On these occasions he sometimes sang his own composition-at others the common ditties of the day and sometimes he chanted forth the suf ferings of the martyrs. All this he called bread music. It does not seem to have had the power "to soothe the savage breast;" for he was often taunted and reproached-accused of idleness and evil designs-and driven, away by menialsthough the only reward he asked for his musical exertion was a piece of bread. On one of those days when his very soul was filled with shame and indignation for the hard language he received, HOW THEY LIVE IN FRANCE. he wandered to the dwelling of Conrad Cotto, and EVERY one who frequents the reading-room of throwing himself on a seat before it, over-shadowed the theatre de-, has observed a little, old man, by ancient trees, he relieved his over-burdened with a quiet inclancholy air, who calls himself a heart by low plaintive music. Whether moved by dramatic author; but who, to the best of our the melody of the song, or the tenderness of a wo-knowledge, never speculated on any other than ten man's soul, Luisa Cotto the wife of Conrad, hastened to the door and invited him to enter. She then placed before him the simple fair her humble habitation afforded, bread and honey, with milk from the mountain goat. The honest, ardent gratitude of the youth,-with his simple story, won not only her confidence but her affection. She invi. ted him to come every day and get his meals. He soon equally interested the husband, and they both continued their friendship to him. Many years after, when all Europe rung with the name of the

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cent pieces.

As soon as he perceives a new comer, he goes right up to him, and, having made a few common place observations, says:

ten cent

"I bet you could not jump over a
piece."
"I don't understand your jue de mots," answer-
ed the person addressed.

"In plain language, without jue de mots.--
I bet you do not jump over a ten cent piece."
"What do you mean?"

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The spectators, par politesse, laugh at the trick the old man twirls the little piece of money in his fingers-slaps his man familiarly on the back and shoulders, as if to encourage him also to laugh then by the way of reflection, remarks carelessly:

"It seems very simple, but everything depends on where one puts the money."

At the same time, with an air of most innocent abstraction, he slips the ten cent piece into his pocket: the trick is done!

This harmless industry brings its inventor the Those daily means of supplying his simple wants. who have once been his victims, are never sorry to see another fall into the snare.

A TOUCH OF ROMANCE. SEVERAL years ago a young man in Essex co. left his home to encounter the dangers of a whaling voyage. The ship in which he embarked after a quick passage reached the Pacific ocean in safety, but soon after her arrival a terrific storm arose, which drove the vessel on the wild shore of the Fejee Islands. The crew reached the shore in safety only to meet a still more dreadful fate than that from which they had escaped. They were soon surrounded by the savages who took from them all they had saved from the wreck and seemed delighted with their misfortune. The certainty of the awful doom that awaited them soon forced itself upon their minds. They were to become food to appease the hunger of this cannibal race, among whom they had been thrown by the ocean One by one F. saw his companions disappear, until he alone remained. His mind was filled with unutterable anguish for he knew that his turn must

soon come.

wave.

The day arrived-the savages had met from all parts of the land to witness the horrid tragedy, The fagots were piled and the war dance coinmenced. Amid the carousal of the savages, thoughts of home any loving friends flitted through his mind. In imagination he visited his native village, and wandered over her well known hills. Alas! he expected to behold those scenes no more. Among the savages present was the king and his family, one of which was a girl of sixteen. As F. stood waiting him doom he found in pocket a handker. chief of bright and gaudy colors, which he had forgotten. Not knowing what effect it might have upon the savage maden he presented it to her, and she seemed highly pleased with the present. She held it up to her father, who was equally pleased and delighthed. F. saw this and hope darted through his bosom.

Soon the king approached, took him by the hand, and led him to his own dwelling and magic him a member of his own family. After he had been in the family for a short time he was told that he must marry the king's duaghter. This came upon him like a clap of thunder, but he could not refuse; she had saved his life, she bore marks of intelligence and beauty. Besides, he was at the mercy

of the cannibals. The marriage ceremony was performed, but still he was determined to leave the island the first opportunity;

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Another voice-"I object to the burial, for the deceased attempted to injure my character, in order gain my customers."

A third voice-"I object to the burial, for he lived at a most extravagant rate, which he knew he was unable to pay his debts."

One soon presented itself. A vessel anchored near the island, and at nightfall he took a canoe and made off to ship, where he was kindly receiv-to ed. In the morning the beach was lined with savages, among whom was F.'s young bride. She seemed frantic, and by looks and gestures entreated him to come back, but to no purpose. The ship sailed and soon faded from their view. The due time F. reached his home, and was received with joy, through his friends had long thought him dead.

Two years rolled away, when a ship which arrived at New Bedford from the Pacific, brough as a passenger the brother of F.'s wife who had come to persuade him to go back and make his sister happy. He begged and pleaded with all the eloquence of his savage nature, telling him if he would go back, he should have all that heart could desire, and said that, "when father is dead you will be king." But in vain. The brother went

back alone.

Who can tell the anguish of that maiden as she saw her brother return without her husband! F. is now in California having sailed from Salem nearly a year ago. On his passage thither, the ship was driven out of course by contrary winds, so that he was within a few weeks sail of his wife's home.

A CUSTOM OF THE ANCIENT EGYP. TIANS.

THE Egyptians had a funeral tribunal, by which the dead were tried, before they could be buried. After death, every Egyptian was brought before this tribunal, and, if convicted of having in his life acted unworthily, he was denied a place in the burial-place of his ancestors. This was a great disgrace to his family, and, according to the Egyptain theology, it deprived the spirit of the deceased of an entrance into heaven. One of the things which caused the infliction of this mark of disgrace was that of dying in debt. If, however, the children or friends of the deceased should pay his debts, as they sometimes did, he was allowed to be bur. ied. Such an institution as this must have had a powerful effect upon the people in their commercial transactions with each other. A man who knew that every act of dishonesty, unfair representation, falsehood, or trickery, which he might practice in the course of business, might be remembered and uttered, to the disgrace of his family, over his dead body, would be cautions not to give occasion to such a procedure. As we have no exact informawith regard to the mode of trial, we may perhaps be allowed to picture to our imagination the form of the proceedings. Let us suppose it was somewhat like this:

An Egyptain merchant dies-the day arrives for the investigation of his conduct. The hall of judg. ment is thronged with citizens; the body, followed by a long train of mourning relatives, is brought in and placed in the midst; the judges take their seats, and the whole assembly is hushed into silence. An officer of the court proclaims-

* If any of you know any just cause or impediment why the body of our deceased fellow-citizen should not be committed to the grave, ye are now to declare it."

A fourth voice-" I object to the burial for he made over his property to a friend, and then took the benefit of the insolvent debtor's act."

The judges rise and exclaim"Enough! enough! Take him away! Take him away! You may throw away the body to be devoured by the beasts of the field, or the fowls of the air; but never let earth be polluted by receiv ing into its bosom the worthless remnant of so vile a man."

CHANGES OF FORTUNE

chemistry. Analize it! It will all separate into very clean elements. "Dirt makes corn, corn makes bread and meat, and that makes a very sweet young lady that I saw one of you kissing last night. So, after all you were kissing dirtparticularly if she whitens her skin with chalk or fuller's earth. There is no telling, young gentle. man, what is dirt. Thuogh I must say that such stuff upon the beautiful skin of a young lady is a dirty practice. "Pearl powder, I think is made of bismuth-nothing but dirt.

The Rural Repository.

SATURDAY, JUNE 22, 1850.

POEMS, BY H. W. PARKER.

This is a neat little volume of 238 pages, just published, it is printed on fine paper, and beautiful type. These poems are chiefly tokens and tributes of affection and kindly feelings.It commences with "The Poet's Reveille," which is a fine specimen of poetry and written with considerable humor, and much richness of fancy, and gives a very graphic delineation of the characters mentioned in the poem. The Book contains many

A BOSTON paper, published in 1787, illustrates by the following examples and lives of distinguished other pieces deserving of merit, together with several prose Englishmen, the extraordinary changes which a few short years often produce in the condition of individuals:

In 1777, Mr. Hastings received an humble pe. tition from Shaw-Allum, the Great Mogul, for relief against his enemies. In 1787, Mr. Hastings is on his knees before the House of Lords, taken into custody by a servant of the House of Commons, and obliged to give bail to ensure his not fleeing from his country.

In 1777, Mr. Burke was reckoned the best speaker in the House of Commons, and the most formidable opponent to the ministers. In 1787, Mr. Burke is either coughed down or not attended to, and is formidable only to the opposition he acts with.

In 1777, Lord North managed the helm of state, and all the public affairs of the kingdom. In 1787, we read in a newspaper, that poor Lord North was led out of Westminster Abbey by one of his daugh ters.

In 1777, Col. Conway, Sir Henry Clinton's aidde-camp, offered to fight a duel for the sake of a woman. 1787, the same gentleman preached a serinon on the following text: "If any one strike thee on the right cheek, turn to him the other also."

In 1777, Dr. Prettyman went to the gallery of the House of Commons to hear Mr. Pitt's speech, and was turned out. In 1787, Dr. Prettyman rose in his seat in the House of Lords, in defence of a drayman, while Mr. Pitt stood below the bar to hear him.

Such are the changes which may happen in ten years.

WHAT IS DIRT?

OLD Dr. Cooper, of South Carolina, used to say to his constituents, "Don't be afraid of a little dirt young gentleman. What is dirt? Why nothing at all offensive, when chemically viewed. Rub a little alkali upon that " dirty grease spot" on your coat, and it undergoes a chemical change and becomes soap. Now rub it with a little water, and it disappears; it is neither grease, soap, water, nor dirt. "That is not a very oderous pile of dirt," that you observe there. Well, scatter a little gypsum over it and it is no longer dirty. Everything you call dirt is worthy your notice as students of

poems, highly amusing. Mr. Parker was a class mate of the Rev. Mr. Darling, of this city.

The above Poems, are to be sold at P. S. WYNKOOP'S Book Store, where a constant supply of new works, are kept on hand.

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In this city, on the 5th inst, by the Rev. I. H. Tuttle, Wm. B. Coleman, of New-York, to Miss Cornelia B. Allen, of the former city.

On the 8th inst. by the Rev. G. Collins Mr. George Wright, of Durham, Greene Co. to Miss Mary J. Watson, of Nashua. On the 5th inst. by the Rev. Dr. Gosman, Mr. Henry W. Pitcher of Claverack to Miss Sarah Snyder, of Hudson.

At Windham Centre. Greene Co. on the 22d ult. by the Rev. Mr. Judd, Mr. Henry Hill, of North Chatham, Columbia Co. to Miss Parmelia Hunt, of the former place.

At the Parsonage, at West Ghent, on the 1st inst. by the Rev. John C. Van Dervoort, Mr. Henry A. Jacobia to Miss Elizabeth Crane, both of Claverack.

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At Clermont, on the 10th inst. Jacob N. Decker, aged 54 years.

By this painful visitation, an affectionate family have been thrown in the deepest sorrow, besides numerous relatives and friends are called to taste the bitter cup of affliction. but we trust their sorrows are cheered by the consoling thought of meeting hereafter, where the weary are at rest.

At the village of Kinderhook, on the 10th ult. Mr. David Vallet, in the 69 year of his age.

At Ghent, on the 21st ult. Mrs. Elizabeth Stupplebeen, in the 66 year of his age.

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Original Poetry

For the Rural Repository.

STANZAS.

BY J. C. NICKERSON.

LET the earth ever boast, what it cherishes most,
And joy in its own contemplation,

Its fancies in host, is a skeletoned ghost,
Compared with the minds own creation.
On glittering dust, cleansed daily from rust,
By counting, earth basses its treasure,
Mind views with disgust, content with a crust,
And seeks more exalted its treasure.

All earth here requires, its aim and desires,
The end and chief object of man,
Since he daily acquires, and nightly conspires,

To pocket the world, and get more if he can. Barre, N. Y. 1850.

For the Rural Repository.

TO WEALTH.

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O, WEALTH! what shall I say of thee whom all adore,
Who lodgest with this one to day, to-morrow gives him o'er;

I would that I could speak of thee, in language wild,
As a supporter of the weak and sorrow stricken child.

Thine is a tyrant's hand, a sceptre thou dost sway,
O'er all the earth, in every land, men, thy dictates obey;
Thine is a dreaded power-how many hearts have bled,
When in afflictions dreary hour, thou hast made hard their bed.

How many tales of woe on history's page engraved,

Thy haughty footsteps plainly show with heart most vile

depraved;

Look at the vassals vast, who worship at thy shrine,

Who round the stormy cape, have passed to Stockton's golden mine.

Yet thou could'st act a part quite worthy of a God,
Thou'st seen in nature and in art and nation's learn thy nod;
Sometimes thou deignest to bless the widow's humble cot,
The friendless orphan to caress, and ease his troubled lot.
O! who thy power shall stay or move thy stubborn will,
Which to affliction seems to say thy tears are feigned be still ;
When justice takes her throne in virtues garments clad,
Then injured worth may seek its own and saddened hearts be
glad.
June, 1850.

For the Rural Repository. THE BEAUTIFUL DEAD.

BY JONATHAN BROWN.

MOURN not the lost one-
The departed,

Sigh not o'er her grave-
Stricken hearted.

Low though she lieth

In decay,
Earth is ever fading-
Passing away.
Strew fragrant flowers,

Types of her truth-
There, where she resteth
Early in youth!

Beautiful, tender,

As the rose blossom

Jesus hath taken

Her in his bosom.

Sigh not with weeping,
Over her tomb,
Her spirit is soaring,

Heavenward, home,

Lightly she sleepeth,

Kindred amongPeaceful her slumbersFair, and so young

Waterbury, Ct. 1850.

F. L. T.

"TIS SAID THAT ABSENCE CONQUERS LOVE.

BY FREDERICK W. THOMAS.

"Tis said that abgence conquers love!

But, O! believe it not;

I've tried, alas! its power to prove,

But thou art not forgot.

Lady, though fate has bid us part,
Yet still thou art as dear,
As fixed in this devoted heart
As when I clasp'd thee here.

I plunge into the busy crowd.
And smile to hear thy name;
And yet, as if I thought aloud,
They know me still the same.
And when the wine-cup passes round,
I toast some other fair-

But when I ask my heart the sound,

Thy name is echo'd there.

And when some other name I learn,
And try to whisper love,

Still will my heart to thee return,
Like the returning dove.

In vain! I never can forget,
And would not be forgot;
For I must bear the same regret,
Whate'er may be my lot.

E'en as the wounded bird will seek
Its favourite bower to die,

So, lady. I would hear thee speak,
And yield my parting sigh.
"Tis said that absence conquers love!
But, O believe it not;

I've tried, alas! its power to prove,
But thou art not forgot.

THE WIFE.

ANNE PEYRE DINNIES.

I COULD have stemm'd misfortune's tide, And borne the rich one's sneer,

Have braved the haughty glance of pride,
Nor shed a single tear.

I could have smiled on every blow
From life's full quiver thrown,
While I might gaze on thee, and know
I should not be " alone."

I could-I think I could have brook'd,
E'en for a time, that thou
Upon my fading face hadst looked
With less of love than now;
For then I should at least have felt
The sweet hope still my own

To win thee back, and, whilst I dwelt
On earth, not been "alone."

But thus to see, from day to day,
Thy brightening eye and cheek,
And watch thy life-sands waste away,
Unnumber'd, slowly, meek;

To meet thy smiles of tenderness,
And catch the feeble tone

Of kindness, ever breathed to bless,
And feel, I'll be " alone;"

To mark thy strength each hour decay,
And yet thy hopes grow stronger,

As, filled with heavenward trust, they say
"Earth may not claim thee longer;"
Nay, dearest, 'tis too much-this heart
Must break when thou art gone;

It must not be; we may not part;

I could not live" alone!"

HIDDEN GRIEF.

How oft a pleasant smile conceals
The anguish of the breast,
Which to a joyous throng reveals
A heart supremely blest.

Ah! could we gaze within and see
The anguish preying there,

"God, thanks for what we are," would be The burthen of our prayer.

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"Thank you, dear Mrs. Ryal; how clever you are! G-r-, there are two ee's in Greek ?-also the rudiments of Latin and Greek."

PAYABLE IN ADVANCE.

NUMBER 20.

"Oh, my dear Mrs. Ryal!" exclaimed both voices, " you need never fear comparison with any one." The jealous lady looked pleased, but shook her head." Well, at last I resolved to be my own governess-with the assistance of a young person, who comes daily for three and sometimes I get four hours out of her; and she is a very reasonabletwo guineas a month, and a dines with the children. She is not all I could wish. Her manners are a little defective, for she is not exactly a lady.Her father is a very respectable man, keeps that

"I beg your pardon once more," said the pro-large butter shop at the corner-I forget-somevokingly "clever lady ;"" but make it Greek and Latin; that is the correct way."

tion, may hear of a highly respectable situation by
applying to Z. P."

I HEAD my advertisment thus ;-" Wanted-aney.." governess commenced Mrs. Gresham :-who had called upon her sister, Mrs. Hylier, to consult concering the important document; Mrs. Gresham and Mrs. Hylier being both in want of resident gover. nesses to educate their children. A visiter was also present, a Mrs. Ryal, confessedly the "most clever woman" of the neighborhood-an astonishing "Greek and Latin, and the principles of draw. manager; but although the ladies desired her ad-ing, if her character will bear the strictest investiga. vice, they were somewhat in dread of her sarcasm. Mrs. Gresham had repeated, "Wanted-a governess," when an old gentleman, a Mr. Byfield, was announced. The trio of wives and mothers looked at each other, as if to say, What a bore!"and then Mrs. Hylier rose gracefully from her chaise longue, and smiling sweetly, extended her hand, and welcomed Mr. Byfield with exceeding warmth of manner; while Mrs. Gresham and Mrs. Ryal declared aloud their delight at being so fortunate as to meet a neighbor they had so rarely the pleasure to see.

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The party thus assembled were all inhabitants of the bustling yet courtly suburb of Kensington; and Mr. Byfield being a rich and influential, though a very eccentric, man, was sure of the deference which people of small means are too prone to exhibit towards those whose fortunes are simple.

"Do not let me interrupt you in the least, ladies," said the old man, quietly taking his seat near the window "Mr. Hylier promised I should look over these pictures by daylight; and when you have talked your own talk, there will be time enough for mine." The ladies, une and all, declared their conviction that his "talk" must be more pleasant and instructive than theirs. He smiled-shook his head-touched his hat, (which he had laid at his feet) as if to say he would either go, or have his own way; and so Mrs. Gresham recommenced reading-" Wanted a governess. Any lady possessing a sound English ed. ucation, a thorough knowledge of the theory and practice of instrumental and vocal music, and a perfect acquaintance with the French, Italian, and German languages; also with rudiments of Latin”

"Latiu "interrupted Mrs. Ryal.-" Latin ! why, what do you want with Latin for a pack of girls ?"

"Post-paid," again suggested Mrs. Ryal.

"Of course," continued Mrs. Gresham, " and as the lady will be treated as one of the family, a high salary will not be given."

"Well," said Mrs. Ryal, "I think that will do. You have not specified writing and arithmetic."

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English education includes that does it not?" "Why, yes; but you have said nothing about the sciences."

"The children are so young."

"But they grow older every day."

"Indeed, that is true," observed pretty Mrs. Hylier with a sigh, and a glance at the pier-glass."My Ellen, through only ten, looks thirteen. I wish her papa would let her go to school; but one of his sisters imbibed some odd philosophic notions at school, so that he won't hear of it."

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where off Piccadily; but I prefer it, my dear ladies, I prefer it--she does all the drudgery without grumbling. Your officers' and clergyman's daughters, and decayed gentle women, why, their high-toned manners-if they never speak a word— prevent one's being quite at ease with them, though they are, after all, only governesses."

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And children so easily imbibe vulgar habits, that it is really necessary to have a lady with them."

"Well," said Mrs. Ryal with sneer, "ladies are plenty enough. I dare-say you will have fifty answers. What salary do you mean to give;

Mrs. Gresham was a timid, but kind-hearted woman; one who desired to do right, but had hardly courage to combat wrong. She was incapeble of treating any thing unkindly, but she would be guilty of injustice if justice gave her much trouble; she hesitated, because she required a great deal, and intended to give very little.

Certainly," observed Mrs. Ryal," I will never again take a governess into my house to reside- "I cannot give more than five-and-twenty they are an exigeants. One was imprudent enough pounds a year to any one," said Mrs. Hylier, in a to wish to get married, and expected to come into decided tone. "My husband says we cannot the drawing-room when there was company of an affords to keep two men-servants and a governess. evening. Another would have a bedroom to her- He wanted me to give the governess seventy, and self; through, I am sure, no one could object to discharge Thomas; but that was quite impossible; sleep in the same room with my own maid. so I have made up my mind. There are only two other-really the world is very depraved-occasion- girls; no boys like my sisters Gresham's little Teded a painful difference between Mr. Ryal and my-dy;" she can spend every evening in the drawingself; and let that be a warning to you, my dear friends, not to admit any pretty, quiet, sentimental young ladies into your domestic circles. Mr. Ryal is a very charming man, and a good man; but men are but men, after all, and can be managed by any one who flatter them a little. Of course, he is a man of the highest honor; but there is no necessity for having a person in the house who plays and sings better than one's-self."

room when we are by ourselves-have the keys of piano and library-amuse herself with my embroidery-go to church in the carriage on Sundayand drive at least once a week with the children in the Park. There!" added Mrs. Hylier; "I am sure there are hundreds of accomplished women who would jump at such a situation, if they knew of it."

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Washing including ?" inquired Mrs. Ryal.

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"Oh, certainly not. What can a governess want of friends? Her pupils ought to have all her time."

"God help her!" murmured the old gentleman. The murmur was so indistinct that the ladies only looked at each other; and then Mrs. Hylier said "Did you speak, sir?" There was no answer; the conversation was resumed with half a whisper from one lady to another, that perhaps Mr. By field was not deaf at all times.

"Oh !" exclaimed Mrs. Hylier," they are taken for granted. No one would think of engaging a governess that was not moral and all that sort of thing, which are always matters of course."

neither are mentioned in your list of requi- cated, and honestly paid for.' It never occurred
sites."
to that right-minded, yet simple-hearted woman, tó
propose lower terms to a governess, but she pro-
posed less indulgence to herself. Thus she ren-
dered justice. She would sooner have worked her
fingers to the bone than have bargained for intel-
lect. Ay, Mrs. Ryal, you may laugh; but of all
meannesses the meanest is that which depreciates
mind, and having no power but the power that pro-
ceeds from a full purse, insults the indigence which
often hides more of the immaterial world beneath a
russet gen, than your wealth can purchase."

"To be sure they are," added Mrs. Ryal, in that peremptory tone which seemed to say, Do you dare to question my opinion? "To be sure they are; and every one knows that nothing can be more determined with respect to religion and morality than my practice with my children. Rain, hail, or sunshine, well or ill, the governess must be “And what do you intend giving, Mrs. Gresham?" in the house before the clock strikes nine. Psalms questioned Mrs. Ryal. read the first thing; and if they have not got well "I have three girls and boy," she replied; " and through the French verbs, a chapter besides for I thought of forty." punishment; catechism, Wednesdays and Fri"It will be impossible to prevent your governess days; and the Collect, Epistle and Gospel, by from talking to mine, and then mine will get discon-heart every Sunday after church. I always do tented: that is not fair, Fanný," observed her sister; say five-and-thirty, allowing for the difference of number.

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"And plenty I call it," said Mrs. Ryal. "What do they want but clothes? They never lay by for a rainy day. There are hundreds-yes of wellborn, and well-bred ladies-who would be glad of such situations."

"I am sorry for it," said the old gentleman, rising and advancing to where the three Kensington wives were seated; "I am very sorry for it." "Indeed, Mr. By field! why, we shall have the better choice."

"Forgive me, ladies, for saying so-but still more am I grieved at that. Permit me to read your advertisment."

Mis. Gresham colored; Mrs. Hylier had sufficient command ever herself not to appear annoyed; but Mrs. Ryal, the oracle of a clique, the "clever woman," who had, by dint of self-esteem and effrontery, established a reputation for intellectual superiority over those who were either too indolent or too ignorant to question her authority, evinced her authority, evinced her displeasure by throwing herself back in her chair, loosening the tie of her bonnet, and dressing her lips in one of those supercilious smiles that would mar the beauty of an angel.

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My wealth!" exclaimed the offended lady; your wealth, if you please; but though your wealth, and your oddity, and your altogether, may awe some people, they can have no effect upon me, Mr. By field-none in the world; every one says you are a strange creature."

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My dear Mrs. Ryal," said Mrs. Hylier, "you two things at once, when I can; and this strength-positively must not grow angry with our dear ens their memory, and teaches them religion at the friend, Mr. Byfield; he does not mean half what same time. I never questioned my governess as he says." to religion; it looks narrow-minded; and yet mine never dreams of objecting to what I desire." "I should think not," was Mr. Byfield's quiet rejoinder; “strange ideas your children will entertain of the religion that is rendered a punishment instead of a reward."

"I beg your pardon," interrupted the eccentric old gentleman; "I mean a great deal more. I only wish I had the means of giving to the world my opinion as to the inestimable value of domestic education for females. I would have every woman educated within the sanctuary of her own home.→ Mrs. Ryal grasped the tassel of her muff, but I would not loosen the smallest fibre of the affecmade no reply. tion which binds her to her father's house; it “Oh,” he continued, “here is the pith in a post-should be at once her altar and her throne; but as cript-As the lady will be treated as one of the it is a blessing which circumstances prevent many family, a high salary will not be given.' Ladies!" from enjoying, I would command the legislature of exclaimed the old man," do you not blush at this? this mighty country to devise some means for the You ask for the fruits of an education that, if it be better ordering and investigation of ladies' boardhalf what you demand, must have cost the gover- ing schools. To set up an establishment for young ness the labour of a life, and her friends many hun- ladies is very often the last resource for characterdred pounds. It is your DUTY to treat as one of less women, and persons who, failing in all clse, your family the person who is capable of bestowing resort to that as a means of subsistence. Such upon your children the greatest of earthly bles- temporary HOMES should be under the closest susings; and you make the doing so a reason for perintendence of high-minded and right-thinking abridging a stipend, which pays a wretched inter-gentlewomen. I look upon the blue-boarded and est for time and money. Shame, ladies, shame!" The ladies looked at cach other, and at last Mrs. Hylier said, Really, sir, I do not see it at all in the light in which you put it. I know numberless instances where they are glad to come for less." Tears came into Mrs. Gresham's eyes, and Mrs. Ryal kicked the ottoman violently.

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"The more the pity," continued Mr. Byfield; "but I hold it to be a principle of English honesty, to pay for value received, and of English honor not to take advantage of distress."

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Suppose we cannot afford it, sir-am I to do without a governess for my children because any husband cannot pay her sixty or seventy pounds

brass plated schools that swarm in our suburbs,” he added, as he turned away to hide an emotion he could not control-"I look upon them as the very charnel-houses of morality."

Mrs. Ryal elevated her eyebrow, and shrugged her shoulders, while the gentle Mrs. Gresham whispered her "not to mind; that Mr. Byfield was half-mad on the subject of schools."

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"But you said just now, madam, that Mr. Hylier mother's beauty, and you, Mrs. Ryal, stand in wished you to pay that sum."

"Wanted, a governess," read the old gentleman, who frequently interrupted himself to make such observations as the following:-"Any lady possessing a sound English education-that in itself is no easy thing to attain—a thorough knowledge of the theory and pratice of vocal and instrumental music-a thorough knowledge of the theory and practice of either the one or the other, requires the labor of a man's life, my good ladies-and a perfect acquaintance with the French, Italian, and Ger-a-year?" man languages-how very useless and absurd to found professorships of modern languages in our new colleges, when, in addition to the musical knowledge that would create a composer, a single person, a young female, can be found possessed of a perfect acquaintance with French, Italian, and German! Oh, wonderful age!-also, the rudiments of Greek and Latin-may hear of a highly respectable situation by applying to Z. P. post-paid, Post. Office, Kensington. Much as you expect in the way of acquirements and accomplishments, ladies," continued the critic, still retaining fast hold of poor Mrs. Gresham's document," you have not demanded a great deal in the score of religion or morality

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If you could manage with one footman," said the old gentleman," instead of two. In my young days, my wife, who had but one child, and we were poor, said to me-Joseph, our girl is growing up without education, and I cannot teach, for I never learned, but we must send her to school.' I answered that we could not afford it.— Oh, yes, we can,' she said; I will discharge our servant; I will curtail our expenses in every way, because I am resolved that she shall be well edu

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open defiance of vulgar contagion, because you fear a rival in a well-bred governess, and get more time out of your daily laborer than you would expect from your miliner for the same money; and you, Mrs. Gresham-but I cannot say to you more than that you all love your children-some more, some less-still, according to your natures, you all love them dearly. So did I mine. My child was all the world to me! I told you what her poor mother did for her improvement-the sacrifice she made. But though we had the longing to secure for her every advantage, we had no skill as to the means of obtaining the knowledge we so desire'd

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