A PICTURE OF LIFE 
 
 OB. 
 
 THE RAINBOW CLUB. 
 
 IN THREE PHASES. 
 
 1st.— YOUTH'S GAT MERRIMENT. 
 2nd.— MANHOOD'S SERIOUS BUSINESS. 
 3rd.— LIFE'S CROWNING GLORY. 
 
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 By JAMES O. MILLER 
 
 {The Orange County Farmer.) 
 
 PUBLISHED BY THE RAIKBOW CLUB, 
 
 MONTflOMEBT, ObANGE Co., N. T. 
 
 1878. 
 
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DEDICATION. 
 
 TO 
 
 MY CHILDREN, AND THEIR MOTHER, 
 
 THIS BOOK IS INSCRIBED, 
 
 BY THE author; 
 
 AND ALSO TO THE MEMORY OF AN HONORED MERCHANT,* 
 
 liVHOSE COUNSEL 
 
 SAVED THE "W^RITER FROM PECUNIARY RUIN. 
 
* Once the author heard the voice of speculation, speaking so plausibly, 
 that his little all was ready to be invested. Then Friendship whispered, 
 *' Take counsel of the wise." It was done, and A. T. Stewakt gave reply : 
 '' The cast of the market is such that whoever makes this venture will be 
 ruined in a year." The words were feajfully prophetic. A friend, who lived 
 upon a farm, in all the rural plenty of a Saxon king, (despite the warning) 
 took the risk, and now lies buried— broken-hearted. 
 
 The profits of this work may aid in seeing Europe with somewhat of a 
 poet's eye, to gather notes and garlands for an Epic Song. 
 
A PICTURE OF LIFE. 
 
 CHAPTER I, 
 
 INTRODUCTION. 
 
 THEEE are multitudes of persons who allow the 
 flames of appetite and passion to be needlessl}^ 
 fanned, thus consuming in early manhood much of that 
 vitality which should not only glow at noon, but like 
 the Gulf Stream of the tropics, cheer the Arctic even- 
 ing of age. To such we lift a hand of warning. Of 
 Milton Eainbow, the leading character of our story, we 
 can truly say, that in his 3^ounger days his mental 
 food consisted of three dishes— merriment, excitement, 
 poetry. He was a light-liearted, quick-witted, ever- 
 welcome companion. 
 
 There lay in him a vein of thought, bright as a 
 diamond, and exquisitely fresh and pleasing ; but his 
 thoughts, brilliant as they were, resembled the moon- 
 beams dancing on the river. The deep waters below 
 were yet silent and unknown. 
 
6 A PICTURE OF LIFE. 
 
 His folly and reformation make our story, which 
 we trust will prove both diverting and instructive. 
 
 The members of the Kainbow Club were such 
 people as we meet in every day life, and smile as we 
 meet. 
 
 The most enjoyable performers at a show, are not 
 always those who stiffen the necks of the spectators by 
 dizzy manoeuvers in the region of high art. 
 
 But this one thing we desire : from the lofty corri- 
 dors of this Centennial — 1876 — to send down through 
 all the ages to come, this beseeching cry, " Oh ye gid- 
 dy-minded men and women, — youths and maidens,— 
 what treasure do' ye hope to take to the Centennial 
 of the Ages — Time's grand Review — The Judgment 
 Day, where the Judge is the King Eternal, and the 
 least prize secures an immortality of honor and bliss f 
 
 Cheer up, ye fallen ones, stand carefully, ye that 
 have not fallen, and form this resolve, " By God's help 
 we will take ourselves." 
 
 Should this cry be heard, and the memory of this 
 first American Centennial be kept green; the Bain- 
 bow Club giving this apology for being, will trust it 
 ' has not been in vain. 
 
 Yery deeply indeed do we realize the dignity and 
 the solemnity of life. But there are cares and troub- 
 les as well as dignities and solemnities. 
 
 In order that for a season ye may forget your 
 
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 troubles and be refreshed against the burden of your 
 cares ; listen kindly while we strive to please you. 
 
 Some form of entertainment is a necessity of our 
 nature. Why is it that the aged man is willing to 
 take his seat in the corner and his wife to take hers in 
 the opposite corner ? It is simply because they have 
 solved the problem of life. 
 
 They have nearly made the voyage of Time. They 
 began the trip in childhood — gathering the flowers 
 that adorned the shore. In manhood and woman- 
 hood, they breasted the storm. They went far out 
 upon the deep — now tossed up to the very stars — 
 and now plunged down, down to the depths. 
 
 But they fainted not — and at length the winds 
 died, and the waves, though long sobbing, like a troub- 
 led child fell asleep on their mother's breast, 
 
 And in tlie cottage on the shore. 
 They tell life's story o'er and o'er. 
 
CHAPTER II. 
 
 SEEIOUSLY, almost sullenly, came a lad into a 
 Kentucky school-room, nearly fifty years a^o. 
 
 He took his accustomed place, and opened out 
 his book to study; but the tears dulled his vision. 
 
 He was a goodly lad to look upon — straight as an 
 arrow, and light-stepping as a fawn. 
 
 He had red cheeks and a white forehead ; soft 
 plentiful hair, and bright eyes, of so dark a grey as to 
 seem nearly black. The boy's name was Jonathan 
 Boone ; but for brevity's sake he was called " Johnnie 
 Booney." 
 
 Soon after, two other lads entering the school- 
 room with boisterous manners and flushed faces, were 
 halted by these words of the master, "Boys, what 
 excuse for your delay ?" 
 
 The elder, while a frown rested on his brow, 
 replied, 
 
 "Johnnie Booney." 
 
 So sad a charge against so kind a boy must be 
 investigated, and forthwith the lad and his accusers 
 stand face to face. 
 
 Master, — Henry, make known thy charges. 
 
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 Henry. — He promised to get us something, which 
 he kept — and cursed. 
 
 Master. — What answer hast thou ? If any, make it, 
 quickly. 
 
 Boone. — Their kite lodged in a lofty tree. They 
 promised me a silver star upon it, if I would get it 
 safely, which done, they denied me, and by force I 
 took it. It was mine. 
 
 Master. — How saith thou it was thine % Did you 
 make purchase and pay money, and peacefully work a 
 change of title by mutual consent ? 
 
 Boone. — I gave something in place of money. I 
 gave my strength, my time, my courage. 
 
 Master. — He said you cursed. 
 
 Boone. — I cursed not. I said that Satan loves 
 such boys as they ; and gets them beds in prisons and 
 a home in hell. 
 
 Master. — How know you this is true ? 
 
 Boone. — Because my mother's Bible tells me so. 
 
 Master. — Were you not afraid to climb the lofty 
 tree? 
 
 Boone. — !N"o, sir, for father tells me to fear 
 nothing but sin. He says sin is like a frost; it 
 withers every thing it touches. 
 
 Master. — You might have fallen and been killed. 
 
 Boone. — My mother tells me to do my duty, and 
 God will bless my death, whenever it may come. 
 1* 
 
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 While this scene was transpiring, there sat on a 
 bench within the same school-room, a young girl 
 named Katy Sinclair. 
 
 Her features, without being extremely beautiful, 
 were regular and pleasing. Her hair was brown, soft 
 and abundant, falling in fairy ringlets about her neck. 
 Her complexion, naturally fair, had been a trifle 
 darkened by rustic exposure to the sun, but this did 
 only seem to heighten the beauty on her face, which 
 smiled like the lips of morning. Katy was a deeply 
 concerned spectator of the scene we have just de- 
 scribed. When the name of her neighbor Boone was 
 coupled with these charges, she turned a trifle pale 
 from sympathetic apprehension. But when the youth, 
 gallantly denied the charges, and faced down the bul- 
 lies that made them, her features waved the banner of 
 joy and triumph. 
 
 At the expiration of an hour, the members of the 
 spelling class were marshalled in full array for recita- 
 tion. The word was gratitude. 
 
 It began near the middle of the class with Henry 
 — who missed it. It then came next to Boone — who 
 being rather demoralized intellectually by the late oc- 
 currence — might have failed on the middle syllable, 
 had he not at the kingly instant looked up to Katy, 
 who quickly put her finger on her eye. 
 
 Johniue Booney dropped the '' y " before 
 
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 he fully uttered it, and dispatched the word in 
 triumph. 
 
 But to the surprise of all, he declined taking Henry's 
 place, to which he was consciously not entitled. 
 
 But we may well believe that Katy's actions wrote 
 " gratitude " in letters of fadeless light on Johnnie's 
 heart. 
 
 The family to which Jonathan Boone belonged 
 was of high repute for the well-known traits of nat- 
 ural nobility. 
 
 While there was in the countenance and general 
 demeanor of the father, something akin to haughti- 
 ness, there was enough of gentle majesty in the 
 mother to make amends. 
 
 The family had long consisted of the parents and 
 five children — three boys and two girls, who had 
 nearly grown up to maturity — when Providence be- 
 stowed upon the worthy couple an unexpected bless- 
 ing in the person of a son, to whom they gave the 
 name of Jonathan. 
 
 As Israel loved Joseph more than all his children, 
 because he was the son of his old age, so did old Mr. 
 Boone- love Jonathan. 
 
 And as Joseph's brethren hated him, so Jonathan's 
 brothers could not speak peaceably to him. Jonathan 
 became a root of bitterness in the family. In vain did 
 the mother plead, and the father sternly command. 
 
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 The brothers looked with an evil eye upon the strip- 
 ling, while the sisters, more gentle in tlieir natures, 
 were gentler in their ways. The innocent child en- 
 dured the rough treatment from his brothers with a 
 patient dignity that merely fired the blood of their 
 wrath, but which soon developed in himself a courage 
 and justice that signalized the school-room scene we 
 have just described. 
 
 As young Jonathan grew up, he gradually became 
 like all the male members of the family, skillful in the 
 use of the rifle. 
 
 So steady was his arm and so clear his eye, that at 
 the age of twelve he could bring down a hawk from 
 the clouds with his unerring bullet. Connected with 
 that portion of the State there was a club of sports- 
 men, who annually held a trial matcli of skill upon 
 the village green. 
 
 From year to year various prizes were offered — 
 such as purses of money — splendidly embroidered 
 badges and baldrics — books on field sports beautifully 
 bound and profusely embellished with engravings, 
 and other articles of less value, to those of the com- 
 petitors who had shown much skill, without coming 
 within the charmed circle, of positive genius. 
 
 Public notice had been given, that at the target 
 match now approaching, prizes of unusual value would 
 be ofiiered. 
 
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 The first was to be a polished rifle adorned with 
 trimmings of silver. In addition, the gun was to 
 have a golden plate on which would be inscribed ths 
 name of the winner. 
 
 The three grown-up sons of Mr. Boone had fre- 
 qnentl}^ taken part in these trials, and usually bore off 
 some token of success ; but they had never secured 
 ene of the highest order. The offer of this valuable 
 fire-arm and the honor connected with its possession, 
 had decided in the minds of the young m.en, that one 
 or all would attempt its capture. 
 
 Old father Boone said to his wife, " Those three 
 grown up boys of ours are capital marksmen ; but 1 
 say to you, that our little boy Johnnie surpasses them 
 all, and if we can prevail on him to take part in the 
 match to-morrow, fear not, for he will give a good 
 account of himself and his rifle. That evening the 
 mother poured into the ears of the boy skillful words 
 of encouragement. Ere long, as in the days of 
 Homer — 
 
 " Aurora now — fair daughter of the dawn, 
 Sprinkled with rosy light the dewy lawn ; 
 And, reddening swift, the morning ray, 
 Glowed in the front of heaven, and gave the day," 
 
 At an early hour the approaches to the village 
 green were occupied by persons intent on witnessing 
 the romantic spectacle. 
 
14 A PICTURE OF LIFE. 
 
 Neither the infirmities of age — the dignities of 
 high position — the refinements of learning — the graces 
 of female delicac}^, nor the tenderness of youth, could 
 prevent a rush to the exciting exhibition. 
 
 y chicles crowded with country people shook the 
 ground as they were whirled along. Saddle horses 
 were in requisition — multitudes came on foot. In all 
 ways Kentucky's spirited children came out to witness 
 Kentucky's favorite sport. 
 
 The ground selected was exceedingly appropriate. 
 Kich in the cherished memories of former pas- 
 time, it was also felicitous in form and location. Sta- 
 tioned aside from the dwellings, and free from the con- 
 fusion of the town, it held within its embrace many 
 noble trees, which were not so dense or frequent as 
 to mar the light, but yet they gave a grateful shade 
 and softened color to the scene. 
 
 The northern extremity of the enclosure was heav- 
 ily fringed by a dense forest, well calculated to inter- 
 cept any vagrant bullets, and here the target was 
 erected. On the eastern and western sides of the field 
 were many temporary booths and pavilions at which 
 all manner of refreshments were sold to the populace, 
 who were prompt and liberal purchasers. Nor can it 
 be denied, that games of chance and scenes of rougher 
 muscular violence were ofiered to many, who after- 
 ward carried dishonored scars in evidence thereof. 
 
A PICTURE OF LIFE. 15 
 
 Upon a large bulletin were painted the few brief rules 
 by which the contest was to be governed — as follows : 
 
 1st. — There will be three prizes officially given, 
 namely : — A silver mounted riHe, a silver pitcher, and 
 a silver goblet. 
 
 2d. — Competitors may contend for but one prize, 
 and must enter that class. 
 
 3d. — ISlo person whose reputation is not established 
 as a marksman, shall be allowed to compete, without 
 at once giving evidence of his skill, to the satisfaction 
 of the judges. 
 
 4th. — Each rival shall have three chances, one in 
 each round. 
 
 5th. — The silver goblet shall firstly be contended 
 for, secondly the pitcher, and lastly the silver mounted 
 rifle. 
 
 6th. — All minor rules and decisions on all ques- 
 tions in dispute, shall be given by the judges, viz., 
 the president, vice president, and secretary of The 
 Kentucky Sjyorting Club. 
 
 The scene rapidly took on an appearance of much 
 activity. Entries were taken, challenges of unfitness 
 off'ered, tests given and accepted, or condemned with 
 commendable promptness. Ten entries were made 
 for the goblet, which, after a gallant contest, was 
 won by a marksman from Yirginia. 
 
16 A PICTURE OF LIFE.- 
 
 Five for the silver pitcher, whicli was won bj a 
 bearded hunter clad in leathern vest, moccasin shoes, 
 and fanciful leggins. lie also wore short trowsers 
 and green blouse, while his fur cap was adorned with 
 feathers in mock Indian style. 
 
 Only three entries were made for the grand prize 
 of the silver rifle. Around this last contest centered 
 the greatest interest. 
 
 The loud call of a trumpet made known the 
 approach of the trial, and also informed the excited 
 multitude that the result of each firing would be 
 announced on the bulletin board adjoining that of the 
 laws. The names of the competitors for the rifle 
 were James Coleman, Jacob Boone, and Charles 
 Bruce. 
 
 All these being marksmen of established repute, 
 were accepted without cavil. Then at the last 
 moment there was a fourth entry offered to which 
 objection w^as made. 
 
 The person seeking admittance to the lists was a 
 lad of fifteen years. He stood up manly and un- 
 daunted as he gave his name and age, in answer to 
 the judges. 
 
 At once three men who bore resemblance to each 
 other, and to the lad, objected to his admission on the 
 point of his want of established repute, and pointed to 
 the rule. 
 
A PICTUEE OF LIFE. 17 
 
 The eldest of the judges mildly said, " My good 
 lad, you must give us proof of your skill." 
 
 The youth replied, " Sir, I see a bird in youder 
 tree ; where shall I hit him ? " 
 
 The judge made answer, "Anywhere will do, 
 through his head or his tail, but you must kill him." 
 
 The youth raised up his light double-barreled rifle, 
 and fired. The bird flew away unharmed, and a shout 
 of derision went up from the crowd. Quick as a flash 
 the lad discharged the other barrel, and the bird fell 
 dead. 
 
 When picked up and examined, it was discovered 
 that the order had been literally obeyed, for the last 
 ball had gone from eye to eye, while the first had cut 
 out the centre of the tail as neatly as if done by a pair 
 of shears. 
 
 The loud cheers of the Kentucky yeomanry re- 
 echoed through forest up to lieaven ; and the lad's 
 name was put down on the list, and his name was 
 Jonathan Boone. 
 
 But at once, one of those already entered stepped 
 up to the judges and said, " Sirs, I came to contend 
 with men, and not with children ; I withdraw ; " and 
 the name of Jacob Boone was struck ofi', leaving 
 three to contend. 
 
 At once the contest began. 
 
 The target was circular, consisting of two red 
 
18 A PICTUEE OF LIFE. 
 
 rings separated by one of white — wliile a black bull's- 
 eye shone in the centre. Beyond the outer ring was a 
 white space of a few inches in width, and the judges 
 announced in advance that all marks made therein 
 would be called scattering, and not be counted. 
 
 The target proper was one foot in diameter, and 
 was placed at five hundred yards. First Coleman 
 pierced the inner ring. Then Bruce struck the outer 
 one, and young Boone went scattering. 
 
 On the second round Coleman hit the outer ring 
 and Bruce went scattering, while Boone struck the 
 inner ring. 
 
 On the last round hung the decision. Coleman 
 struck the space between the rings, and Bruce struck 
 the space between the inner red ring and the bulFs- 
 eye. Young Boone taking quick but steady aim fired, 
 and the bullet went through the very centre of the 
 bull's-eye. Amid the loudest cheering the gallant 
 youth was declared winner of the prize, and the silver 
 mounted, double-barreled rifle was put into his hands. 
 
CHAPTER III. 
 
 TZ"E]SrTUCKY smiled. Her grand old forests 
 -■-■^ bowed their reverent heads to the early breeze 
 — her birds sang their daintiest notes, while her 
 streams went dancing past the meadow lilies to the 
 Gulf. 
 
 Beneath the sun's warm smile, her cattle richly 
 fattened and her stately steeds rejoiced in all the 
 pageantry of strength. Her sons and daughters boldly 
 went forth to the battle of life. Aye — Kentucky 
 smiled — and yet not all. 
 
 Old Mr. Boone and wife smiled not, but sadly lis- 
 tened to these words of Jonathan their son, *^ Father, 
 you need me not. You have other sons who can till 
 your fields, and daughters who can keep your house. 
 I know I am the child of your heart ; I am precious in 
 your sight, and you are precious in mine — but some- 
 thing calls me away. This place is too narrow for 
 me and my brothers. Please let me take my trusty 
 rifle and your kind blessing, and go out into the wide 
 w^orld to seek my fortune. I will take my Bible with 
 me; I will worship morning and evening, and keeping 
 a tight hold on the hand of Jesus, I will not be afraid.' 
 
20 A PICTURE OF LIFE. 
 
 Then the old man trembled and replied. " My son, 
 not nij will, but God's will and thine be done. If 
 you wish to go, my old arms cannot hold you. If you 
 stay, you shall have a double portion among your 
 brothers. If you go, your double portion shall wel- 
 come your return. Speak to your aged mother — see 
 how she weeps." 
 
 The youth put his arms around his mother's neck, 
 and vainly strove to kiss her tears awa}^ He then 
 softly wliispered in her ear, " Dear mother, let me go, 
 for it is best." 
 
 B.ut the poor woman sobbing her heart away, could 
 only answer with her tears. At length, with the 
 true heroism of a mother, she plunged the dart of sor- 
 row through her breast while she answered with a 
 smile and kiss, " God bless you, darling, and farewell." 
 
 His sisters came forward and embraced him with 
 a sister's tenderness. Even his brothers' voices thick- 
 ened with apparent grief, for their hearts somewhat 
 relented when assured of his departure. 
 
 Grateful!}^ accepting a purse of money, he shoul- 
 dered his precious rifle that his skill had won. Then 
 bidding the friends farewell he departed. The fath- 
 er's silver locks shook with emotion as he cried, " My 
 son, thou hast a brave heart, a keen eye and a steady 
 arm. Let me hear nothing but good things of a 
 Boone. Add thou virtue to valor, and then will God 
 
A PICTUKE OF LIFE. 21 
 
 crown you with glory in the race of life. Blessed are 
 those to whom duty is even dearer than love or life." 
 
 Quickly on his journey, the youth reaches the 
 summit of a hill from whence can be viewed the 
 valley of his birth. 
 
 He sees the tiny sparkling stream along whose 
 meadow banks he had often sported — he sees the dis- 
 tant village and the white school-house near the great 
 oak tree —the village church and its hamlet of graves, 
 where sleep his kindred. He sees the vast forest 
 where he had often roamed. He sees in the dim dis- 
 tance two bended forms watching over the way he 
 had just come. He views the homes of his neighbors 
 and dwells longest and last on a certain substantial 
 one, having a porch which the green lattice encloses, 
 and where lives that red-cheeked maiden named Katy. 
 And then led by some strong power, the youth stifles 
 emotion and wanders on. 
 
 As he turns over the summit, the glowing prospect 
 vanishes, and the vast mountain slide falls down on 
 the scene. Lost to him are the forest and valley and 
 Xaty's smile — lost for many a year. Lost to him are 
 parents' welcome — lost forever more on earth. Ah, 
 poor boy, if you had known all your future, would you 
 have gone on ? Would you have dared to face stormy 
 seas, and raging pirates, and had the courage to lift 
 the burden of long enduring grief ? Perhaps not. 
 
22 A PICTURE OF LIFE. 
 
 If SO, 'tis well God holds a mantle between the 
 present and the future. The youth trudged on. 
 
 As the angels were lighting the starry lamps, Jona- 
 than reached a road-side inn. Just as he was intend- 
 ing to knock at the door, he heard loud voices within, 
 and listening sharply, discovered that the landlord's 
 wife was scolding him for not having provided a sup- 
 ply of fuel for the morning baking. 
 
 Not wishing to intrude upon the atlantic scene, 
 the young rover delayed until quiet was partially re- 
 stored, and then modestly rapped upon the door. 
 
 " Come in," came from the voice of the landlord, 
 but from half a dozen dogs in the corner came the 
 command " keep out." He raised the latch and en- 
 tered the apartment. 
 
 The landlord sat in his chair of ignoble indolence, 
 smoking his drowsy pipe, while a group of rustic 
 statesmen discussed the probabilities of the next elec- 
 tion, and justly praised the charming eloquence and 
 noble patriotism of Kentucky's honored son — the gal- 
 lant Henry Clay. 
 
 The landlord's wife, attracted by the knock- 
 ing, stood in the door-way leading to another 
 apartment. 
 
 Jonathan Boone in pleasant tones said, "Please 
 sir, can I have a slice of bread for my supper, and a 
 bed for the night ? " 
 
A PICTURE OF LIFE. 23 
 
 The landlord glancing toward his wife said, 
 " What say you ? " 
 
 The landlady, softened by the agreeable manners 
 of the stripling, answered, " Yes, he is welcome to 
 his supper and bed, but as to his breakfast — why there 
 is no wood chopped to cook it.*' 
 
 Jonathan resumed, " The moon is shining brightly, 
 giro me an axe and I will prepare some fuel." 
 
 " ISTo, no," said the landlord, '^ Not to-night." 
 
 Ere the morning breeze had blown out the lamps 
 that the angels had lighted, Jonathan arose and kneel- 
 ing down prayed to the Great Supreme, that the same 
 kind power that had been about his bed, might be 
 about his path. Quickly his axe was cleaving the 
 fuel ; while his cheerful song eased the toil of its yoke. 
 
 Both landlord and mistress were delighted with 
 the burdens of oak and maple that he piled upon the 
 hearth. To their words of approval, Jonathan re- 
 sponded, " This is a busy world, but if all do their 
 share, it can all be done in season." 
 
 At earnest request he delayed to share the hot 
 feast that his own labor had partially procured, then 
 after mutual compliments he journeyed on. 
 
CHAPTER IV. 
 
 "TTT"E cannot here relate in detail the incidents of 
 ^ ^ the way, nor tell of the lofty thoughts that 
 entered his mind. 
 
 Suffice it to say, that at last the journey was ended, 
 and the next few years were spent by the youth in a 
 northern State — sometimes upon a farm during the 
 summer, and at school during the winter. He often 
 sent cheering letters to the friends at home. At 
 length, having grown to man's estate, and with earn- 
 ings well saved, Jonathan Boone, led on by that spirit 
 of adventure which often marks the members of cer- 
 tain families, took ship for England. In an ocean 
 voyage, though tranquil and rapid, the elements of 
 danger and sublimity are always to be found. There 
 is a feeling of loneliness even on the crowded deck, 
 and a sensation of terrible awe as one looks upon 
 the wide, deep and untamable sea. Moreover, the 
 stoutest heart must shrink from the reflection that at 
 all times, but a wooden wall of a few inches in thick- 
 ness stands as a screen between him and a watery 
 grave. Yet stands it firm as adamant at the bidding 
 
A PICTUKE OF LIFE. 35 
 
 of God. Welcome indeed, were the chalky cliffs of 
 Albion to Boone's languid, sea-sick eyes. 
 
 As he put his foot on English soil, an instant thrill 
 ran through his mind. • His long evening studies in his 
 native land had left him no stranger to English history. 
 
 He knew that the island of Britain, nestling so 
 cozily on the breast of the Atlantic, was the centre of 
 the most noble Empire that ever controlled human 
 destiny. He had read of the original Celtic tribes — 
 of their rude condition and barbarous manners. He 
 had read of their original Druid worship in groves of 
 oak watered by the saci'ed streams. He knew that 
 the ancient Britons were divided into many tribes who 
 fought with spears and broadswords, and went into 
 battle with armed chariots, to whose axles were fast- 
 ened scythes and hooks. 
 
 He knew that while it is impossible to penetrate 
 the obscurity that covers the original tribes of Britain, 
 yet it is believed, that the Celtic tribes came from 
 Gaul: — the ancient name of France. 
 
 He remembered that the reliable history of the 
 island begins with the first invasion under Julius 
 Csesar — about fifty years before the birth of Christ, 
 and which has been recorded on the pages of Caesar 
 and Tacitus. 
 
 He had heard of the gallant chiefs who drove 
 Csesar and his Koman Legions over the Channel. 
 2 
 
36 A PICTURE OP LIFE. 
 
 He had read of Caractacus, king of the Briton&, 
 who, on being taken captive to Eome, rebuked the 
 ambition of his conquerors by saying, " Why should 
 you, who possess such magnificence at home, envy me 
 an humble cottage in Britain ?" 
 
 He had read of Boadicea, queen of ]N'orfolk and 
 Suffolk, who in the year 61, lost eighty thousand of her 
 subjects in one battle, and then committed suicide 
 rather than be captured. 
 
 The Britons were brave, but unskilled, and the 
 Homans took possession of the southern portion of the 
 island, and spread abroad the arts of peace, law and 
 government. 
 
 To protect the people against the Caledonians — 
 that is the Picts and Scots who occupied Scotland, the 
 Boman general Agricola built a line of forts ; and 
 Adrian in the year 121, built a wall of earth across the 
 island from Solway to the Tyne. 
 
 But at length barbarians from the north came 
 down upon the Imperial City and the Boman legions 
 were needed at home. 
 
 In 420, nearly five hundred years after the landing 
 of Caesar, the Bomans took final departure, leaving the 
 Britons more polished, but less warlike than they 
 found them. 
 
 Prince Yortigern being annoyed by the Northern 
 tribes, called upon the Scandinavian seamen, who' 
 
A PICTURE OE LIFE. 27 
 
 had long gone out from the shores of the Baltic and 
 North seas, for help. They came and bore the name 
 of Saxons, and not only drove back the Scots, but cap- 
 tured Britain for themselves, and held it for centuries. 
 
 In two hundred years from the landing of Hen- 
 gist and Horsa, (the first Saxons,) the Saxon power 
 had founded in Britain seven states called the Saxon 
 Heptarchy, to wit : Kent, Sussex, or the Kingdom of 
 South Saxons, Wessex, the West Saxons, Essex, the 
 East Saxons, East Anglia held by the Anglia, JSforth- 
 umbria and Mercia, In 597 Pope Gregory sent St. 
 Augustine and forty monks to Britain. In 825 after 
 nearly four centuries of war between these Saxon 
 kings, Egbert the king of Wessex, subdued by arms 
 and policy the Heptarchy. All the separate king- 
 doms were united in one great kingdom called Eng- 
 land, after the Angles who were a branch of the Scan- 
 dinavian family similar to the Saxons. 
 
 But almost as soon as England was united under 
 one sovereign, there came an invasion by the Danes. 
 In 871 Alfred repulsed the Danes. In 994 the timid 
 king Ethelred married Emma, " The Flower of Nor- 
 mandy," and in 1002 allowed a general murder of the 
 Danes. Among the victims was Gunhilda sister of 
 Sweyn, King of Denmark, who landed in England 
 with a fearful host, driving Ethelred to take refuga 
 with his Norman brother-in-law. -a 
 
 I 
 
28 A PICTURE OF LIFE. 
 
 All things brought on the Norman rule in Eng- 
 land, which was confirmed by the battle of Hastings 
 in 1066, and which put "William the Conqueror on 
 the throne. These ISTormans, or Northmen, had for- 
 merly come down on France as the Saxons had on 
 England, and established the Duchy of Normandy. 
 William divided England among his northern fol- 
 lowers, but died despised. 
 
 The lands thus given were subdivided by the 
 Norman Barons among their followers, and were 
 called fiefs, and those who gave them feudal lords. 
 William made valuation in " The Doomsday Book," 
 which is still preserved, while in 1215, on the fif- 
 teenth of July in Runnymead, or Meadow of Council, 
 the barons and free burgers of England gained from 
 king John The Magna Charta. 
 
 These valuable facts of history were brought back 
 to the memory of Jonathan Boone as he lay sleepless 
 on his bed in a London tavern. 
 
 In the morning he made the acquaintance of a 
 merry sailor, who invited him to go to the city of 
 Liverpool and see him oflf on a voyage. 
 
 Having reached the place, he was attracted by the 
 manners of the captain and crew, and took passage 
 with them on the good ship Propontis, bound for the 
 Spanish coast, and commanded by Captain William 
 Blake. 
 
A PICTURE OF LIFE. 29 
 
 As the vessel was quietly making her way over 
 the waves, suddenly the sound of a cannon came 
 booming over the water. Ilarh! IlTow again comes 
 the sound, " nearer, clearer, deadlier than before." 
 
 Speedily there shoots to the side of the ship, the 
 dark figure of a schooner. The captain and mate 
 with one voice, cry out, " My God, it is a pirate ! " 
 
 Slowly fly the moments, so full of agony. 
 
 Nimbly as a squirrel, a leader of the pirate band 
 climbs up the sides of the Propontis, and as he puts 
 his foot upon the deck, demands the surrender of the 
 ship. Hardly had he spoken the words ere the cap- 
 tain, (like a true Englishman,) caught up a marliue 
 spike, and with a sudden blow, made answer by 
 knocking the pirate over into the water. His com- 
 panion immediately following, shared the same fate. 
 But look! Up the sides of the Propontis came 
 twenty men, heavily bearded, heavily armed, and 
 with fury in their eyes. 
 
 Hark, there comes the sharp crack of a rifle, and 
 a pirate falls dead. Quickly the sound is repeated, 
 and another villain feels death crushing his skull. 
 The passengers run to the cabin for safety. 
 
 The crew fight bravely. The tallest leading pi- 
 rate now singles out the English captain and springs 
 upon him like a tiger, with a horrid yell. But just 
 then comes the same sharp sound of that rifle, and the 
 
30 A PICTUEE OF LIFE. 
 
 pirate falls dead at the captain's feet, not only with a 
 devil, but a bullet in his heart. 
 
 One of the band seeing their best men so myste- 
 riously fall, raises to his mouth a whistle on which he 
 blows for retreat. 
 
 " Not yet," shrieks another pirate, " let us give 
 them vengeance before we go." Hardly had he 
 spoken, when the sound of the rifle was again heard, 
 and the fierce speaker fell. 
 
 The whistle for retreat was again sounded, and as 
 quickly as the pirates came, so quickly the survivors 
 departed. 
 
 At once the captain called the passengers and 
 crew on deck and publicly gave thanks to God. 
 
 On rising from devotion. Captain Blake added, 
 " The power was divine, but the agency was human. 
 To some one of you with brave heart and steady nerve 
 I owe my life, and many of you owe yours. I call 
 for my deliverer." 
 
 At the call of the crew, down from the rigging 
 came Jonathan Boone and his rifle. Amid the plau- 
 dits of the people, the captain fervently thanked the 
 brave youth, and inquired from what part of Britain 
 he came, and what should be his reward. 
 
 The young man responded, " I am an American, 
 my home is in Kentucky. Like all true Americans I ask 
 no reward for duty done, save the sweet memory of it." 
 
A PICTURE OF LIFE. 31 
 
 The captain taking the young hero by the hand 
 again addressed him, " Young man, my ship, my life, 
 my all I owe to you, and I am able to reward you, and 
 I will." 
 
 In a moment more he added, with tears in his 
 eyes, " What's more, I have an only child, a daughter, 
 who must also thank you. Henceforth I adopt you 
 as a son. You must eat at my table and sleep in my 
 cabin. "When this ship returns to England, I beg you 
 to return with it. I pledge you not only a warm 
 greeting from all Britain, but especially in my house 
 and from my daughter Helen, in Windsor, England." 
 With much becoming modesty Jonathan Boone ac- 
 cepted the kind proposal, and won the love and appro- 
 bation of all on board by his gentle manliness. 
 
 At length the commercial design of the voyage 
 was accomplished and the ship returned to its wharf. 
 Jonathan Boone, in excellent health and delighted 
 with the perilous but romantic experiences, stood by 
 the captain's side as merrie England blessed their 
 sight. 
 
 At once the captain wrote this letter and posted it. 
 
 My 'precious DaugJiter Helen. — Thank God we struck the 
 docks to-day, perhaps never to leave them again. We are at 
 Liverpool, Jonathan, whose heroic skill delivered us from the 
 savage crew, will share with me the hospitality of our home in 
 Windsor, one week from to-day. The young American is as 
 modest as he is brave. 
 
32 A PICTURE or LIFE. 
 
 I leave all arrangements to yourself, for you have not only 
 the looks and spirit, but the discretion of your departed 
 
 mother. 
 
 I remain as ever, your loving father, 
 
 Blake. 
 
 Before the week was out, a little incident took 
 place at "Windsor. 
 
 On a certain day, what seemed a crippled beggar 
 made his appearance at the mansion of Captain Blake 
 and called for charity. The beggar was clad in coarse 
 but tidy garments. His heavy beard and moustache 
 gave him a fierce look, which was softened by his 
 bright but serious eyes. The servants with much un- 
 kindness ordered the beggar to depart, saying among 
 themselves, " we have enough on our hands already, in 
 providing for our master and his young friend, with- 
 out being annoyed with beggars." As the poor pil- 
 grim still delayed at the gate, a couple of savage dogs 
 were set upon him. The well-trained mastiffs came 
 forward in fierce array, and would have b^dly torn 
 the seeming cripple, had he not suddenly felt the im- 
 pulse of youth, and given the first coming dog a sharp 
 blow over the* head with a cudgel, and bestowed on 
 the second^ a tremendous kick which sent them off 
 sadly howling, and convinced that some people are not 
 as lame as they limp. 
 
 The outcry of the servants and the howling 
 of the dogs, drew to the door a light-footed maid- 
 
A PICTUKE OF LIFE. 33 
 
 en, who was none else than Helen, the captain's 
 daughter. 
 
 She was at once accosted by the beggar as follows : 
 " Indade miss, an something tells me ye are a different 
 lot from them who set the dogs on me— bad luck to 
 em, it makes me rheumatism sting like the dagger of a 
 
 pirate." 
 
 Now as Helen had just received her father's letter, 
 she eagerly inquired, " Pray, tell me, what do you 
 know about pirates?" The beggar merely said^ 
 « Heaven bless you, I came near knowing entirely 
 too much, but a slice of bread from your fair hand 
 will atone for it all completely." 
 
 So Helen told her name, and directed that a goodly^ 
 meal be set before the beggar (to the disgust of the 
 servants). His appetite was soon appeased, and ex- 
 pressing thanks and slyly glancing at Helen's blue 
 eyes, the cripple departed. 
 
 At the time appointed, Captain Blake, accompanied 
 by Jonathan Boone, came abreast the entrance gates 
 of his mansion. His daughter ran out to meet him, 
 she embraced him with the utmost tenderness, she 
 hung on his neck and kissed him. Nor had her quick 
 eye failed to fall on the straight and manly youth, 
 who rather stood aside than urged his presence on this 
 tender scene of enraptured affection. The father gen- 
 tly took his blushing daughter by the hand, and turn- 
 
34 A PICTURE OF LIFE. 
 
 ing toward the youth, whose face as quickly glowed, 
 said, " My daughter, this is the brave one who saved 
 me from the worst of deaths. I have adopted him as 
 my son. Kiss each other, my children." 
 
 Many golden days of feasting followed. The ser- 
 vants strove in obsequious rivalry. 
 
 At length Helen (with a twinkle in her eye) said, 
 " Brother Jonathan — all welcome you, except the 
 dogsP 
 
CHAPTER V. 
 
 A YEAR rolls round in all the world, and now 
 the morn puts out his loving lips, for light's 
 soft kiss. The purple smile of day gilds the 
 glad east with more than Asian pomp and pours 
 a tide of brightness o'er the fields of Windsor. 
 Erelong there sounded through the place the 
 loud notes of preparation. Servants hastened here 
 and there. 
 
 Garlands of evergreen mantled the cornices; 
 flowers filled beautiful vases ; and artificial perfumes 
 freighted the air. 
 
 Soon carriages appear with steeds in silvery equip- 
 ment, and drivers in livery. Tenants with less dis- 
 play, are equally received. 
 
 On the porch of his old English mansion, a stately 
 man, attired in the full dress of a sea captain, wel- 
 comes in genuine kindness the many guests. And 
 now the bishop comes. 
 
 Before him stand a young man and a maiden, he 
 tall and active, with no adornment save a mosaic 
 red, white, and blue in a setting of gold, she fair and 
 
36 A PICTURE OF LIFE. 
 
 graceful. They join hands and pledge mutual love 
 and faith until death may them part. 
 
 The captain takes the hand of the groom, and 
 while the hot tears blind his eyes, and deep emotions 
 thicken his utterance, says, "My brave deliverer, 
 thank God thou art at last my son." 
 
 Then turning to the bride, he says, " Helen, thou 
 hast been a good daughter, which is the best security 
 that thou wilt prove a good wife. Forget not thy 
 mother's dying counsel, which was, ' Remember that 
 the best preparation for death, is the well doing of 
 those duties which lie farthest from death, the duties 
 of the present.' " 
 
 " He who defended me upon the ocean, will under 
 God protect and guide you, while you live. My chil- 
 dren, you have my best wishes for your highest good 
 in the life that is, and is to come. God bless you 
 both, and all who may ever love you, and all whom 
 you may ever love. "What I have is yours. How 
 cheering to me at this moment are the words of the 
 king, * I have been young and now I am old, yet 
 have I not seen the righteous forsaken, nor his seed 
 begging bread.' " 
 
CHAPTER VI. 
 
 SIX more years have fled. The steeds of the sim 
 have drawn their glittering burden up the hippo- 
 drome of the skies, and halt apparently a moment for 
 refreshment, for 'tis noon in England. The breeze is 
 dying, the leaves are asleep. 
 
 A servant maid leads a lovely child out in the park 
 of "Windsor to have its cheeks tinted by the pencil of 
 the sun. 
 
 The wide-sweeping meadows and forests veined 
 by streams along which knelt deer and heifer, the 
 fairy lake over which the light boats like shadows 
 flitted ; earth's noblest artery the Thames, the great 
 Windsor Castle, glory of many ages and present home 
 of purest royalty, from whence, in the long ago, 
 went chief to war and bride to the banquet of life — all 
 these form a picture which, once seen, will ever hang 
 fadeless on the walls of memory. 
 
 While the nurse chats with two serious strangers, 
 how softly steps the dainty little lady before her little 
 carriage. 
 
 Truly is a maiden the best embodiment of the 
 
38 A PICTURE OF LIFE. 
 
 beautiful and good. To her the stars lend their chil- 
 dren for eyes, the lilies serve as ears, the roses for 
 cheeks, while night gives some of its quietude and day 
 its cheerfulness, and even the willow from the brook- 
 let's side comes with its graceful gift of form. The 
 serious strangers withdraw and hold converse in earn- 
 est, but sly undertones, that artful gypsies use. The 
 woman bewails her condition as a childless wife, the 
 man quenches sorrow with suggestion. " Wife, why 
 murmur at the word of Fate, and gall our spirits with 
 this childless yoke? See we not this very moment 
 the child we wish at play ? It is not fair all comfort 
 should pour into one pool. They have wealth and 
 many friends, and though we rob them of this child, 
 may yet be rich. And it was done. "While still the 
 nurse chats with the stranger, words artfully lead to 
 blows, and while the guard seek to make peace, a 
 third person with strong arms and nimble feet 
 bears off the jewel. Swift rolled away the carriage. 
 
 Witness ye days and nights, how deep the sorrow. 
 The sire bewildered, fills the kingdom with his cries, 
 and offers of reward. Detectives are put at work, 
 posters emblazon public places. The mother, at first 
 cast down, arises frantic, while the good old grandsire 
 hides his mournful face. Slowly walk the sorrow-bur- 
 dened years. The father wears a smile he feels not. 
 The mother shrinks to a shadow. 
 
A PICTUKE or LIFE. 39 
 
 Softly ! she is lying with her lipg apart, 
 Softly 1 she ia dying of a broken heart." 
 
 The captain slowly said as he turned away from 
 the grave, " My sweet grand-daughter was stolen, my 
 wife and daughter I have buried, but I trust Him still. 
 * I have been young and now am I old, yet have I not 
 seen the righteous forsaken, nor his seed besce-ing 
 bread.' " 
 
CHAPTEH YII. 
 
 "T^N" the deep wilderness of amazing London, the 
 -^ child then five years old was hidden. The street 
 criers called her name beneath the windows, bat she 
 heard it not. 
 
 Soon over the sea to America came the robbers 
 and their booty. They have now a daughter, they 
 would have a son to round out all their heart. For- 
 tune led them to a place where a good family having 
 fallen in estate and scattered to the four winds, had 
 left a manly boy to eat the crust of charity upon the 
 public streets. The same band of gypsies found and 
 took him. 
 
 As the years trudged on, the boy and girl were 
 company for each other. Eut though they led a rov- 
 ing gyps}^ life, all the emotions of their nature rose in 
 rebellion against the lives they were leading. 
 
 Tlie children had been early taught the simple 
 stories of the Bible, and remembered as in a dream the 
 moral lessons to be derived from them. These early 
 advantages proved their salvation. 
 
 The boy was somewhat the elder of the two, and 
 having learned the art of reading from the public 
 
A PICTURE OF LIFE. 41 
 
 schools and private instruction, was enabled to improve 
 himself and entertain his companion on their dreary 
 way. The rough manners of the people with whom 
 they lived, could not efface the thoughts of God and 
 heaven and the Sabbath day— of right and wrong that 
 came np like buckets of refreshing water from the 
 wells of memory. 
 
 The boy carried with him a New Testament that 
 had been given to him by a Christian minister, and it 
 was wisely kept secluded, except on some seasons of 
 golden opportunity. 
 
 The girl was tenderly cared for by her gypsy cap- 
 tors and in fact began to love them with a child's 
 affection, although as may be well believed she was 
 sad and lonely for many months after her abstraction. 
 The child inherited the fearless and patient character 
 of her fatlier Jonathan Boone, and would doubtless 
 have escaped from the band, but she was constantly 
 watched, and was thousands of miles from home. 
 Above all, she was too young to struggle long with 
 the combined powers that gradually dimmed her early 
 memories. 
 
 In progress of time, nature kindly asserted its in- 
 herent powers and gave the lie to statement they 
 were kin. Brother and sister they had been in name, 
 but henceforth they were more — they were lover and 
 sweetheart. 
 
43 A PICTUEE OF LIFE. 
 
 Guided by true wisdom and shielded by innocence, 
 the loving couple sought the village justice and were 
 married in due form. "When after a year had gone, a 
 little son smiled in their arms, they could not endure 
 the thought of having him grow up a gypsy like 
 themselves. Strange to say while the father slept, the 
 answer came in a vision. " Take thou the child, go 
 to the greatest earthly city by the sea, find Home for 
 the Friendless, there let him be." The old gypsies, 
 fearful of punishment if their crimes should be discov- 
 ered, at length consented, and it was done. 
 
 Having put the child in this charitable institution 
 of the city of New York, the parents rejoined their 
 roving band. At the close of another year, another 
 babe, a girl greeted the light, and then the parents 
 determined at all hazard to leave the camp and return 
 to civilized life. Ere they do so, let us view another 
 Picture of Life. 
 
CHAPTER, yill. 
 
 A Gypsy Encampment at Gypsy Dell. 
 
 THE time is noon. In a little grassy common, in 
 the shape of a triangle, there bubbles up in one 
 corner, a spring of softest water. 
 
 A wall of tall willows shields it from the sun. 
 "While near the union of three roads, and surrounded 
 by the dwellings of wealthy farmers, the spot is cosy 
 and grateful. 
 
 It is the temporary home of an English clan of 
 gypsies, who seem to have the greatest reverence for 
 their leader, and all obey him without the least hesi- 
 tation. Around the camp are seen horses and dogs 
 of all breeds, colors, and values. The women have 
 the aquiline nose, small mouth, and blue-black hair, 
 peculiar to the stock, are excellent mothers, and give 
 constant care to the children, who appear in amazing 
 profusion. Looking up the hill we see a wagon 
 coming. As it nears the camp, we see that it contains 
 farmer Grey and his wife. 
 
 They are now within the camp, and a young 
 gypsy woman of different features from the party, 
 and who holds a little child in her arms, is standing 
 
44 A PICTURE OF LIFE. 
 
 near them. The woman is now talking most oar- 
 nestlj. 
 
 Her very soul is in her eyes, for from the instant 
 they fell on Farmer Grey, she seemed moved by some 
 mighty emotion. In this brief period she has 
 learned where he lives, what his family consists of, 
 and given a sharp guess at his fortune. 
 
 Gypsy Woman. — Good people, we have power to 
 read the future. Halt but a moment, lady, I will 
 tell your fortune. 
 
 Farmers Wife. — ]^ay, not mine, but his, he has 
 no nerves to tremble. 
 
 Farmer, — 'Tis a mere trick. How can you know 
 the future ? 
 
 Gypsy Woman. — All things are written on the 
 sky. I say my words of sorcery ; and hold my hand 
 up to the written sky as now you see me do. The 
 image of thy fate is on my hand in letters crossed. I 
 put my hand on yours and to my practiced eye the 
 words are plain. Good father, I will read them. 
 Thou hadst a pleasant past, I read a sober future. 
 An angel in a woman's dress, will leave a diamond at 
 thy house. 
 
 Farmer'' s Wife. — "What if we lose it ? 
 
 Gypsy Woman. — You cannot lose it till the time. 
 Let your children play with it. It will but brightly 
 grow and make you rich. 
 
A PICTUKE OF LIFE. 45 
 
 Farmer's "Wife. — When will this diamond come? 
 
 Gypsy Woman. — At the front hour of this now 
 coming night, when the round moon smiles at the 
 winking stars, this diamond flashes on thy hearth. 
 
 Farmer and wife, filled with strange thoughts, 
 drive home. 
 
 Scene, The Gypsy Camp at Night. 
 
 A circle of covered wagons is seen, with fagots 
 burning in the centre. A woman is seen coming from 
 the camp with a little child in her arms. She kisses 
 it fondly, wraps it in a blanket, then takes it in her 
 arms. As she rises the hill, she gives the sleeping 
 child a kiss, and staggers on. 
 
 Soon she stops again and exclaims, " Oh, answer 
 me, my soul, shall I go forward, or go back. If I go 
 back to yonder camp, my darling child will live a 
 cursed gypsy like myself. If I go on and leave my 
 child at Farmer Grey's, I make myself a beggar, but 
 I give the girl a chance. By yonder stars, I swear 
 I'll go. 
 
 Scene, A Farmhouse at Midnight. 
 
 A mild light shines in the windows. A woman 
 is seen approaching. The watch-dog barks, but is 
 chained. The woman reaches the door and knocks. 
 
46 A PICTUKE OF LIFE. 
 
 Farmer Grey comes out with a lantern and is 
 followed by his wife. 
 
 Gypsy Woman, — Good father and mother, for the 
 kind angels' sake, keep and cherish this pure born 
 darling. This is the promised diamond. For nearly 
 a year it grew on my heart, for more than a year it 
 has shone in my arms, but my soul and that of my 
 husband revolt at the gypsy life. We will quickly 
 leave it, and shall toil to repay you. But if we fail, 
 be certain God will not. 
 
 Ligbts flash in the farmer's dwelling, children and 
 servants appear in haste and plead, " Oh, father, keep 
 the little brown beauty." 
 
 Quickly as came the woman, so quickly in the 
 moonlight she departed. 
 
 The scene changes back to Gypsy Dell. The 
 woman has returned wild with excitement. In her 
 frenzy, she cries, " Oh, what a wretch I am ! Did I 
 do right or wrong? I wish I had the eyes of a 
 million eagles to see if the angels smile. If I knew, 
 it would cheer my misery. But if I thought they 
 frowned, I'd call my vow back from the midnight 
 wind that snatched it from me, and ever bear my sweet 
 girl on my breast, if hell on earth and hell of hells with 
 all its flames and fiends, made camp within my soul ! " 
 
 Ivan^ the Woman^s Husband, — Peace, peace, good 
 wife. 
 
A PICTURE OF LIPE. 47 
 
 " Come, sleep, dear Mary, 
 Out of the darkness comes the day." 
 
 Scene. A Highway below Farmer Geey's. 
 
 Eight years have fled since the last scene. A 
 little girl, now ten years old, with a red ribbon 
 around her waist, is picking wild flowers on the road- 
 side, and making a head-wreath for a smaller child. 
 A clergyman and wife are seen coming toward them 
 in a light carriage. Drawing nigh, this conversation 
 ensues : 
 
 Minister, — What are you doing, my merry little 
 maiden ? 
 
 Child. — Enjoying myself. 
 
 Minister. — But is not the weather too warm for 
 you? 
 
 Child. — ]N"ot a hit of it. I like warm weather in 
 the summer, and if you call me little, you ought to 
 see the baby over to Mrs. Jones. 
 
 Minister. — Well, my big little girl, what's your 
 name? 
 
 Child. — Why my name's Jennie. I thought 
 every body knowed that. 
 
 Minister. — What else ? 
 
 Child. — Why nothing else, but just gypsy Jennie 
 Grey ; ain't that enough ? 
 
 Minister. — Where do you live ? 
 
48 A PICTUKE OF LIFE. 
 
 Child. — Up to that house there. 
 
 Minister. — Is that your father's house ? 
 
 Child. — No, no, don't you know fiither and 
 mother's been gone away years ago. Sally Baker 
 told me all about it. They were gypsies, and Mr. 
 Grey brought me up, and I go to school, and help big 
 Joe drive home the cows, to pay it all back. 
 
 Minister's Wife. — What a charming child she is ! 
 Oh, cruel death, why didst thou not leave us one. 
 
 Minister. — Hush, my dear. Perhaps he left this 
 one for us. {To the child) Jennie please come this 
 way. 
 
 \_The child comes forward loohing coyly and chewing 
 the tip of her apron.'] 
 
 Minister. — If no one gave you food or clothes, 
 what would you do ? 
 
 Child. — I would go up to God's house and live 
 with Him. 
 
 The minister and wife drove up to Farmer Grey's, 
 and found him and wife upon the porch. "When 
 dinner was over, the clergjmian, (Rev. Dr. Paul), 
 said : " We have no living children, and would bear 
 the joyous burden of this child. She seems a won- 
 drous mine of wit and goodness. You have others." 
 
 Farmer. — The smiles of heaven have fallen on^ 
 my fields. This robin picks a few grains out of my 
 
A PICTUBE OF LIFE. 49 
 
 loaded barns, and tenfold pays by sprightly chirping. 
 Perhaps you can do better for her. Girls repay good 
 culture. 
 
 So thanking the host for kindness, and kissing all 
 the children, but Jennie twice, parson and wife 
 departed. 
 
CHAPTER IX. 
 
 The Depaetuee of Jennie 
 
 ripHKEE years have gone since the last scene. 
 -*- Farmer Grey is again upon the porch, and again 
 the minister drives up the lane and says, ^* My friend, 
 I see sorrow on your face, and a vacant chair beside 
 you. Tell me, where is your wife ? " - 
 
 Farmer, — The flowers that she nursed bloom on 
 her breast, and kindly watch while she is sleeping on 
 the hill. 
 
 Minister, — All that God does is best. Death is 
 a mystery, so is life. I came for Jennie, but having 
 lost your crown, you may cling to this jewel. 
 
 Farmer. — You may freely lead her by her finger- 
 tips; but this farm shall sink before you force her. 
 Let the maiden speak her wish. 
 
 Minister. — My precious one, what say you % Will 
 you go ? 
 
 Jennie. — Good father Grey, some of your children 
 think you are too good to me. I'll come back to see 
 you, but 'tis best to go. 
 
 Smiling and crying, the romantic little maiden, 
 
A PICTUKE OF LIFE. 51 
 
 now thirteen years old, left the house of Farmer Grey, 
 for a dwelling with Rev. Dr. Paul, at the parsonage 
 on Clover Hill. Here she became a precious trust. 
 
 As the sparrow finds a house, and the swallow a 
 nest for herself, on the altars of the Lord, so did 
 Jennie on the hearthstone of the Lord's anointed. 
 
 We leap forward in our story. Seven more 
 winters have, ghostlike, haunted as many dying years, 
 and now Jennie, bearing the roses of twenty summers 
 on her cheeks, steps athwart the present. She is now 
 a noble type of the young woman of the nineteenth 
 century. The same e^^es that sharply twinkled over 
 the wayside flowers sparkle and flash in the meetings 
 of a certain Rainbow Club, of which we will shortly 
 speak. 
 
 Jennie has the same independence, but it is more 
 gracious ; the same wit, but it is more polished ; the 
 same beaut}-, but more mature. Under the skillfal 
 care of the village parson and his accomplished wife, 
 teachers, books, newspapers, 'magazines and lectures, 
 have all aided in developing this bright specimen 
 of God's most charming work, a virtuous maiden. 
 For some time to come, Jennie's mother, the 
 daughter of Jonathan Boone, who was stolen from 
 Windsor (as Charlie Ross from Philadelphia), will 
 disappear with her husband, but in due time, will 
 we trust be again welcomed. Having sketched the 
 
62 A PICTURE OF LIFE. 
 
 history of this joung woman, we go back to do as 
 much for a young man, who is becoming fascinated 
 by her, and is to act a leading part in our drama. 
 This is not a love story merely, but nature has so 
 fashioned us all, that an extended Picture of Life 
 cannot be true to the original without some fondness 
 in it. 
 
CHAPTER X. 
 
 1]^ the State of ISTew York, there is a famous old 
 County of Orange, where Clinton, Seward, and 
 Eager were born. In the Drowned Lands of New 
 Jersey there rises a river, which, running across 
 Orange and Ulster, enters the Hudson near Kingston. 
 This is the Wallkill. 
 
 It is a most beautiful stream, pouring its tide fifty 
 miles through forest and meadow. In its sparkling 
 depths, the chubby sun-fish, the beautiful pickerel, and 
 bass, the open-faced sucker, and nimble eel lead their 
 sportive lives. Had this river rolled through ancient 
 Greece, Rome, or Persia, poets would have sung 
 enchanting lyrics to its praise, orators have been 
 inspired by its presence, and the gentle triumphs of 
 peace and the rough ones of war, been celebrated on 
 its banks. Sometimes the torrent, made uncommonly 
 strong by late winter floods, plays a mad frolic in early 
 spring. Checked in its course by walls of ice, it 
 plunges madly through adjacent plains, then wheeling 
 back, dashes onward, carrying bridges, trees, and 
 fences, and leaving in its path, like the overflowing Nile, 
 a rich sediment Irom the marshes, whence it sprang. 
 
64 A PICTURE OF LIFE. 
 
 The lands on either side are fat and smiling. 
 This section is known the world over, as the Wallkill 
 Yallej, and rivals the classic fields of Tempo, and 
 the Shenandoah Yalley of old Virginia. The sweet 
 waters and rich pastures make the creamy milk and 
 golden butter of Orange County, which can postpone 
 a case of starvation very handsomely. 
 
 This county need not blush when the pages of 
 history are turned, for Minisink witnessed her valor, 
 and Washington's Headquarters, and rocky West 
 Point are on her soil. 
 
 Right in the lap of this latter day Arcadia, w^ith 
 the river on one side, and the railroad on the other, 
 is the throne of the Queen Tillage of the Wallkill 
 Yalley, — the beautiful Montgomery. 
 
 The town is of easy access by well kept roads, is 
 adorned by sidewalks, with stone flagging, and beau- 
 tiful gardens, overlooking a noble bridge. Of its long 
 honored academy, we can truly say. 
 
 All liail to tlie sons, who have grown up so strong. 
 And daughters, fair subjects for story and song. 
 
 As lived the patriarch Job, in the land of Uz, so 
 lived Solomon Rainbow in the land of Orange 
 County. He was an upright man, and one that 
 feared God, However, his oxen kept peacefully 
 plowing in his fields, but no Sabeans fell upon them. 
 
A PICTURE OF LIFE. 55 
 
 He had, unlike the ancient worthy, no sons or daugh- 
 ters, but like him he had a great household, who 
 shared his wealth, his honors, and his happiness. He 
 had been chosen to the legislature, and repeatedly 
 elected without opposition as village justice. His 
 ancestral home, which crowned the rising ground 
 immediately to the north of Gypsy Bell, was the 
 abode of open-handed hospitality, which was wisely 
 dispensed by his faithful, but sharp-tongued spouse 
 Jemima. 
 
 John Kainbow, the only brother of Solomon, was 
 at the time we speak, an infirm old gentleman of 
 seventy- five. He was of a peculiar turn of thought, 
 and his quaint and close-fitting remarks often occa- 
 sioned much merriment and applause. He once 
 attended a temperance meeting, at which a little, 
 snappy, long-winded, intemperate advocate of tem- 
 perance, made a ferocious speech of little sense. He 
 was called out and spoke as follows-: "I am the 
 oldest temperance man in this town, and I hope to 
 die in the faith. My mantle I will leave to him who 
 deserves it best. My unfinished temperance work I 
 leave to the three hundred boys and girls whose 
 names are on my pledge. It takes a smart man to 
 make a short speech. 1 am through." Applause 
 shook the Eef ormed Church of Montgomery. 
 
 John was a widower. Several years previous, 
 
56 A PICTURE OP LIPB. 
 
 death had claimed the companion of his life. Long 
 had she been the well loved subject of skillful care. 
 Her natural vivacity constantly cheered her long 
 illness, while her Christian fortitude diffused around 
 her presence the glory of perpetual day. Conscious 
 that the shock of the inevitable was just at hand, she 
 rallied all her strength, and said: " Farewell, earth. 
 Lord Jesus, meet me at the river." In a moment, her 
 face was tranquil, for the angel of silence had j)laced 
 upon it his inflexible stamp. 
 
 From this mother, the son Milton inherited his 
 sprightly, poetic temperament. If we indulge in a 
 brief survey of the time of these occurrences, we wull 
 better advance in our story, which henceforth mainly 
 concerns the years 1874-5-6-7 and 8. 
 
 Over all the world peace rested. The Kussian- 
 Turkish War was not begun. The war of the Rebel- 
 lion was over. Of those who waged it, many were at 
 rest in honored graves, both north and south, while 
 the survivors in the different sections of the Union, 
 like a four horse team, drew the chariot of ISTational 
 Government. 
 
 The American people were inspired with noble 
 zeal to hold a Grand Eeunion -at the Centennial. 
 Peace-loving Victoria was on the throne of England. 
 France was a Republic. The German States, still 
 preserving their individuality, were united in one 
 
A PICTURE OF LIPE. 57 
 
 Grand Empire, of which "William the Good was 
 Chief. Alexander acceptably filled the throne of 
 mighty Russia. Turkey was still sick, and Italy was 
 free. 
 
 Although the sky blazed with no meteors in liter- 
 ature, art, or science, yet the heavens were bright 
 with many stars. The wheels of commerce turned 
 swiftly by the power of steam. The Electric Tele- 
 graph whispers the news from town to town, and 
 continent to continent. The daily paper, having 
 driven old fashioned gossip into a corner, enabled the 
 man of business to read the bulletin of the world, 
 and feel the pulse of trade, while sipping his morning 
 Java. Within fifty years, civilization had swiftly 
 advanced. Mowing, reaping, and knitting machines 
 kept a clatter. Photography was known, Petroleum 
 discovered, and steam-plowing ventured. Hoosac, 
 Bergen, and Midland Tunnels were finished, the 
 Brooklyn Bridge was building, the Poughkeepsie 
 talked of, Dover tunnel and bridge were dreamed of, 
 and Lightning was set to music. ' 
 
 At this period, life was intense. The land was 
 gridironed with railroads. Fortunes were made and 
 lost in a day. Speculation in bubbles was at fever 
 heat, and sharpers fat as harvest frogs. The hard 
 times following the war, were lit up by a general 
 revival of religion, extending from America through 
 
5^ A PICTURE OF LIFE. 
 
 Britain, and gently through the world. As the Cru- 
 sades or Wars of the Cross, in which Eobert of Nor- 
 mandy, Tyrrel, Kichard, the lion-hearted, and Peter 
 the Hermit in the eleventh and twelfth centuries, 
 roused many nations, and stained many Jields with 
 blood, so did these peaceful Crusades or Wars of the 
 Cross, led by Moody, Sankey, Bliss, Hammond, 
 Parker, Graves, and hosts of other lay evangelists, 
 rouse many nations, mark many fields with Christian 
 love, and seal many covenants with the signet of 
 Salvation, dipped in the blood of Christ. 
 
 Tliese scenes nobly crowned the last quarter of 
 the nineteenth century, and turned Milton Kainbow 
 from folly to sobriety. As he was the only scion of 
 the Rainbow house, and would in time inherit all the 
 family lands, money and fame, so therefore his father 
 and uncle desired to learn what means would curb 
 his restless spirit, and set him soberly down. His 
 mercurial temperament sometimes turned him toward 
 fanciful theories and gilded enterprises, and then lifted 
 him up to the wildest adventures. 
 
 At one time his face was turned to where fortune 
 waved her faithless flag over the wilds of Idaho, but 
 the sight of his father's trembling hand, and shrunken 
 cheek steadied him again. Each year increased the 
 father's feebleness, and he wisely held a conference 
 with his brother. The father said: "My son's 
 
A PICTURE OF LIFE. 59 
 
 bright eye and pleasant wit, are precious motherly 
 endowments. His springy step he got from me, for 
 now I have it not. In two years more, the Great 
 Centennial comes. I shall not view the Exhibition, 
 perhaps will not live to hear of its wondrous display. 
 But I hope, that by uniting all our efforts, we may 
 so impress the dignity of life upon my son, that he 
 will appear at the Centennial, as a worthy specimen 
 of young American manhood." 
 
 Hereupon, Solomon took off his hat, and old man 
 as he was, swung it three times around his head, 
 giving three cheers for the good suggestion. He 
 then exclaimed, "Good brother John, the thought is 
 right-inspiring. All my resources shall with zeal, 
 give aid. Perhaps Jemima may suspect the cost." 
 
 John made reply, "Your wife is saving, but dis- 
 creet. God doth provide the wind and sea. Let 
 man, the ship with banner bravely flying." 
 
CHAPTER XI. 
 
 A FTER a brief delay, spent in conference and 
 ^-^ delicate correspondence, Solomon and John 
 selected the 
 
 MEMBERS OF THE CLUE. 
 
 1. John Rainbow — the princvpal founder, 
 
 2. Solomon Rainbow — i/ie chaiinnan. 
 
 3. Rev. Dk. Paul — the village parson. 
 
 4. Daniel W. Lawblowee — village attorney, 
 6. Horace G. Quillstick — village editor, 
 
 6. Milton Rainbow — son of John for whose hen- 
 
 eft the club was. 
 
 HONORAKT MEMBERS. 
 
 7. Old Dr. Chloral — an eccentric village phy- 
 
 sician. 
 
 8. Major John Plump — 'bachelor^ and amateur 
 
 son of Mars. 
 
 9. Mr. Galloway — the Saxon man of mind. 
 10. Aunt Jemima — keen spoken woman of busi- 
 ness. 
 
 The joint founders next sought counsel as to the 
 
A PICTUKE OF LIFE. 61 
 
 proper place of regular session. The poetic nephew 
 said it would be a Yerj picturesque affair, to hold the 
 coi>f(3rence by moonlight, in a grove on the banks of 
 the Wallkill. The lawyer and editor sent response, 
 that this delicate question might best be settled by 
 the worthy founders ; skillfully adding in a postscript, 
 that if choice fell upon the front parlor of Solomon's 
 house, the selection would be extremely felicitous. 
 This choice was made. 
 
 An informal introductory meeting was held in 
 the month of May, 1874:. All the members were 
 present, and their cheerful faces reflected the light of 
 some hickory fagots,which blazing on the hearth, threw 
 sparks out into the room. The other portions of the 
 house were heated by the modern contrivances for 
 burning coal, such as a huge range in the kitchen, a 
 heater in the dining and sitting room, which also 
 warmed the adjoining sleeping apartment, and the 
 rooms above. But antiquity maintained supremacy 
 in the parlor fire-place, where vanished the hickory, 
 maple, and oak trees, lately standing sentry on the 
 Wallkill. While there is much May in poetry, it is 
 said there is but little poetry in May. The soft 
 breezes of April are welcome, and the early flowers 
 and softer breath of May, are precious; but it is 
 reserved for leafy June, to touch with its rosy wand 
 our hearts, and lead out the full tides of hope and joy. 
 
6^ A PICTURE OF LIFE. 
 
 The large centre table was out in the floor, and 
 was covered with books, and materials for writing, 
 while around gathered the coterie. Let ns survey 
 the group and learn their peculiarities. In conse- 
 quence of unusual feebleness, John is absent ; him we 
 have ah'eady described. The younger brother Solo- 
 mon, had four leading traits : philanthropy, regard 
 to duty, good sense, and noble ambition. He was a 
 patron of learning. He was not ' a great talker, but 
 his words were well chosen, and his remarks on men 
 and manners, if gathered up, would have been no 
 mean volume which might justly have been called, 
 ^' The Modern Solomon's book of Proverbs." 
 
 His wife Jemima was a true woman of the 
 sharper sort, and firmly set in her ways. Although 
 kind-hearted, her tongue was often biting as the 
 Bting of a bee. Solomon acknowledged that he had 
 largely been guided through life by this Damascus 
 blade. Whenever he turned too much to the left, 
 Jemima's tongue cut him on the left ear ; when he 
 went too slow, he was pricked in the back ; but if he 
 went straight along in the middle way and kept step 
 with his wife, he felt nothing disagreeable. She 
 believed in business, and no foolishness, and was the 
 bane of Solomon's and Milton's early literary life. 
 
 The third member, Kev. Dr. Paul, was a gospel 
 minister of high standing. He looked with reverence 
 
A PICTURE OF LIFE. 63 
 
 upon his calling, and could tolerate no slovenliness in 
 the worship of the great God, his Master. His 
 people loved him, and fed him out of their own basket. 
 His broad shoulders and stout figure mingled in 
 their scenes both of sorrow and of joy. He baptized 
 the infants, noticed the children, married the young, 
 counseled the middle-aged, comforted the old, and 
 loved them all. He was cheerful without being frivo- 
 lous, and serious without being gloomy. 
 
 The fourth member, Daniel Webster Lawblower, 
 Esq., possessed a sarcastic wit and was peculiar in his 
 domestic relations. His wife was a high iiyer, and 
 she had a daughter named Hydrangia, who could fly 
 higher than her mother. Between the two the poor 
 lawyer often got nonsuited. In a court-room, this 
 bold advocate could face the judge, tangle the wit- 
 nesses, wrangle with the lawyers, and confront 
 twelve men on the jury ; but when he found himself 
 on opposite sides of any question with one little 
 woman, who ruled his mahogany, he withdrew his 
 case, and paid an appropriate bill of costs. Hydran- 
 gia learned her mother's art, and controlling father 
 and mother, played a good hand in a very high game, 
 as we will see. 
 
 The fifth member, Horace Quillstick, Esq., was 
 editor and proprietor of The Montgomery Town 
 Press. He was an outgrowth of the nineteenth cen- 
 
64 A PICTURE OF LIFE. 
 
 tiirj, and a most intense devotee at the shrine of the 
 last occurrence. He was also great in eloquent edi- 
 torials. Khetoric, history, and mathematics were part 
 of his stock in trade, which often exploded like triple 
 bomb-shells in the face of the foe; bnt sometimes 
 swnng around like a boomerang, and devastated his 
 own rear. As the royal tiger of Bengal loves his 
 prey lately killed, so did editor Quillstick love items 
 lately happened. Quillstick was a medium sized man, 
 weighing somewhere between one hundred and two 
 hundred pounds, which is usually considered proper 
 weight for an editor. 
 
 Quillstick had obeyed to the letter that part of the 
 Mosaic dispensation, which enjoined to multiply and 
 replenish the earth. He was not content with talking 
 of population, but showed his faith by his works, 
 several shabbily bound volumes of which surrounded 
 the family table, and were annually welcomed in an 
 appropriate seven pound editorial. They were a 
 hardy brood, and although not all looked alike, 3^et as 
 some looked like himself he considered it encourao^ins^. 
 
 The sixth member, Milton Rainbow, was champion 
 of the light weights. He had plenty of longitude, 
 physically failed on latitude, but intellectually took all 
 the latitude going. He was in early life, liable to 
 break out in a stanza on the least provocation, and 
 worshipped the nine Muses with as much devotion as 
 
A PICTUEE OF LIFE. 65 
 
 thongli they were a full dozen. He received much 
 counsel from parent and uncle, and much ridicule from 
 Jemima, who would often say that while many could 
 make less poetry than her nephew, and some even 
 worse, yet as for digesting a good dinner, she had no 
 doubt he could whip Shakespeare himself. 
 
 But while Milton was too lively and unsteady, let 
 no one suppose lie was destitute of judgment. More- 
 over, he had his times of deepest, most serious thought. 
 Being pleasant in manner, and sprightly in conversa- 
 tion, he was a welcome guest in all circles. If he 
 became too gay, his father would whisper, " My son, 
 be not prodigal to waste what heaven has been so prod- 
 igal to give. Health, hope, and wit are thine, rich 
 gifts, pray thou for wisdom, go slow, look sharp, and 
 the path of duty, which alone is wisdom, and true 
 pleasure will reveal itself." 
 
 The seventh member was Doctor Chloral, a little 
 dried up old man, very forward and bustling at 
 times, and then again reserved and silent. What he 
 said, usually smacked of the shop. Some years before 
 he had made some small medical discovery, which 
 had turned his head toward eccentric vanity. 
 
 The eighth member. Major John Plump, was a 
 rather thick-set middle-aged gentleman, positive in 
 manner and language, fond of ladies' society, and yet 
 a chronic bachelor. Having formerly figured in the 
 
66 A PICTURE OF LIFE. 
 
 militia, he continued a parade. He was of indepen- 
 dent property, and had a characteristic way of strut- 
 ting about with his thumbs in his vest, — occasionally 
 rising forward — then coming down on his heels 
 saying, " I'm true to name, that's my opinion plump." 
 
 The ninth member was Mr. Galloway, a short, 
 heavy whiskered man, with sharp black eyes nestling 
 under his swarthy brow. His words were few in 
 number, but terrible in force. Mrs. Galloway was a 
 woman of some peculiarities. She had an excellent 
 opinion of herself, and was happy. She had a still 
 more excellent opinion of her husband, and was proud. 
 Her usual introductory speech to a stranger, was as 
 follows: "Sir, are you acquainted with my husband, 
 Mr. Galloway?" 
 
 If the person had not thus been honored, she vol- 
 unteered to introduce him at once. In ordinary 
 conversation she would often say, "Well, there is 
 only one thing we can do, ask my husband, Mr. Gal- 
 loway, he always knows what to say." 
 
 In addition we will mention a wild village wit, 
 Bob Porter. Nor would we forget a sprightly colored 
 boy named Pompey Csesar, whose ancestors were 
 reared upon the place. Pompey's father was an 
 excellent man, and leader of the " Colored Prayer 
 Meeting for the conversion of the world." The 
 ebony saint was once singing his psalms, when the 
 
A PICTURE OF LIFE. 67 
 
 load of hay, on which he was devoutly riding, 
 suddenly npset over him. When a dozen forks had 
 dug him out, he responded, " Here I am, but bless 
 de Lord, dreffully cast down and oberwhelmed." 
 
 The present young Pompey was no such individ- 
 ual, lie was cunning and honest when fast asleep, 
 and would have expunged the word futurity from the 
 dictionary as needless. "When a yearling, old Pompey 
 tumbled him out of a bag at his master's feet, saying, 
 " Dar am a Christmas, massa." 
 
 At this Introductory Meeting, plans were marked, 
 but no action taken. Company adjourned one week, 
 to complete the work of organization. 
 
CHAPTER XII 
 
 Organization of toe Rainbow Club. 
 
 "T^URSUANT to adjournment, the proposed incor- 
 -■- porate and honorary members assembled as 
 before. A serious look rested upon them, as though 
 they were about to lay the corner-stone of a durable 
 building. Affairs were so arranged that Milton was 
 not pre*sent at the earlier part of the session, as it was 
 not deemed desirable that he should hear some 
 proposed remarks. 
 
 Solomon — rising from his large old-fashioned chair, 
 into which he had been smiUngly led by the minister, 
 said : 
 
 Gentlemen and brothers: It has always seemed 
 best to do good as we can when going through life, 
 for we shall not come this way again. Heaven has 
 denied to me the rich blessing of children, but has 
 given me a nephew precious as a son. He is a young 
 man of tender feeling, strict integrity, and varied 
 accomplislunents. But he seems unable to settle 
 down into the sober business of life. My brother and 
 myself have called this council, that by mingling with 
 
A PICTURE OF LIFE. 69 
 
 the serious and wise, this our mutual friend may 
 fling away frivolity. What say you all ? 
 
 Rev. Dr, Paul. — It is a most praiseworthy un- 
 dertaking. 
 
 Editor Quillstich. — The development of true man- 
 hood has been one of the leading objects of the edi- 
 torials prepared by myself, for the journal I have 
 the honor to control ; I refer to ** The Weekly Town 
 Press." We endorse the project, sir. 
 
 Here occurred a most startling incident which 
 fully illustrates the character of the young man in 
 question ; and which we would hardly have dared to 
 put upon the pages of this report, were it not authen- 
 ticaj:ed by those who witnessed it. 
 
 When the editor had spoken the words " We 
 endorse the project sir," at once a loud, clear sound of 
 a trumpet was heard at the door, which was at once 
 opened ; and some one entered shouting through the 
 trumpet — 
 
 " Hail, all hail the Rainbow Club I 
 Yet not all hail, — some fire and thunder 
 Enough to rend a world asunder." 
 
 The harsh and unexpected tones fell strangely on 
 the ear. l^ox was this all ; for the person thus speak- 
 ing wore a surprising attire. It was military in the 
 highest degree. In fact it was Gen. George Wash- 
 ington come round again in every particular. There 
 
70 A PICTURE OF LIFE. 
 
 were the military coat and breeclies, the high boots 
 and spurs, the brass buttons and sword, the bright 
 epaulettes and hat. In addition he bore in his hat 
 dancing feathers, and in his hand the thundering 
 trumpet. Our readers can easily reproduce the pic- 
 ture of this military apparition before the peaceful 
 philosophers. 
 
 It came forward and thus addressed the company : 
 
 Brave Signors and fair ladies — 
 
 Mere words but feebly tell 
 
 What feelings in my bosom swell — 
 
 Uncle, my affection for you is here {^uts hand on his 
 heart). 
 
 Solomon. — Ah it is indeed my nephew ! But why 
 this martial bearing ? Is it mere parade ? 
 
 Milton. — ISTo, uncle, no. But yesterday you said 
 the times required more "Washingtons, and so I 
 thought I would go for one. 
 
 Solomon. — Nephew, be seated. "We form a club. 
 "Who can foretell the result. 
 
 Nepheic. — Certainly, of course. Columbus stum- 
 bled on a continent ! "Washington and others rescued 
 a nation ; one man and one woman peopled a globe. 
 Here I see seven men, two old women and a doctor, 
 and who can tell the result ? 
 
 Led on by Learning's glittering star, 
 We aim at facts both near and far. 
 
A PICTURE OF LIFE. 71 
 
 And when we see a cliance to win 
 We'll like a liero brave cut in, 
 But when the darkness comes and doubt, 
 We'll like a hero wise, cut out. 
 
 Dr, Paul. — ^We came here to-night to form a 
 social club. There are three kinds of progress, the 
 forward progress, the backward progress, and the 
 standstill progress. We wish to make the advance 
 progress, but who will tell us how ? 
 
 For a moment silence reigned, when a rustling 
 movement was heard in one corner, and a middle- 
 aged lady dressed in black and with a sharp nose, made 
 her usual little speech as follows : " "Well there is 
 only one thing we can do, and that is, ask my 
 husband, Mr. Galloway, he always knows what to say." 
 At once from all parts of the room came call for " Mr. 
 Galloway, Galloway, Galloway." 
 
 As w^e have stated, this gentleman was a man of 
 few words but they were thunderbolts. He arose and 
 said, " Let your guide be common sense. Castle or 
 cabin must have a foundation, so with a club. Adopt 
 at once a good square constitution." 
 
 The advice was followed by adopting this 
 
 CONSTITUTIOIT. 
 
 Art. 1. This Society shall be known as The Kain- 
 bow Club of Orange County. 
 
72 A PICTURE OF LIFE. 
 
 Art. 2. Its officers shall be a perpetual chairman, 
 secretary, and treasurer. 
 
 Art. 3. Its revenues shall be the free-will offerins^s 
 of members and friends. 
 
 Art. 4:. Its objects shall be the increase of knowl- 
 edge, usefulness and happiness. 
 
 The lawyer proposed that Sol. Rainbow be per- 
 petual chairmain, Milton Eainbow be perpetual 
 treasurer, and Editor Quillstick be perpetual sec- 
 retary. 
 
 Motion adopted. 
 
 Milton Rainbow. — Gentlemen, I have now an office 
 in the club, and like every one the world over, I feel 
 like speaking my mind freely. Is this club a vessel 
 freighted with warm-hearted, and sharp-eyed explorers 
 after knowledge ? Be it so. Shall we then drift idly 
 with the tide, or go by steam? I say steam, and 
 steam means money ; there's an X to anchor the corner 
 of our treasury. 
 
 All the members contribute, when the lawyer 
 shakes old Doctor Chloral and says, " Wake up, and 
 contribute some hues to the Rainbow." 
 
 Doctor. — Ah, yes truly, I was meditating. The 
 iron would make it black and lime make it white. 
 The question is how they unite into red. 
 
 Lawyer. — Never mind the red circulating fluid, 
 but the green circulating medium. 
 
A PICTURE OE LIFE. 73 
 
 BoctoT. — Ah, yes, surely, I have several books of 
 Eecords of Medicines and attendance for patients who 
 remembered to recover, but forgot to pay. You 
 may have twenty pages with power to collect. 
 
 Major Plump, — We have a constitution and 
 treasury. We need a librar}''. 
 
 2£inister,—l propose the first book be a good 
 dictionary. 
 
 Editor. — I move the second be a complete file of 
 my Town Press. 
 
 Milton. — I move the third book be an almanac. 
 
 Doctor. — Indeed yes, certainly, but not a medical 
 almanac, for they are full of descriptions, Tom, Dick, 
 and their families read, and get what's going. The 
 first thing we doctors would know, half the town 
 would be down with Epidemics, Hifluvics, and heaven 
 knows what ; if it were not for such medicines as my 
 Compound Tincture of Paregoric and Liveforever. 
 
 Jemima. — May I say a word ? 
 
 Milton. — Certainly, my dear aunt, say a dozen, 
 and then say on. 
 
 Jemim,a. — Even with all your soger clothes on, 
 what does your talk amount to ? 
 
 {A half S'uldued laugh goes around the chih.) 
 
 Editor.— Msid^m, your nephew has the poetic gift, 
 the divine afflatus. 
 
74 A PICTUBE OF LIFE. 
 
 Jemima. — He is flat enough, the only gift he has 
 is the gift of gab. 
 
 Milton. — ^Aiint Jemima, you are right. The 
 greatest treasure nature ever gave to man, except 
 yourself, is the gift of speech. As long as you live I 
 will respect you ; and when you are gone, I will take 
 snuff to your memory. 
 
 Jemima, — Then take some now. (The old lady 
 throws her snuff box at Milton's head, hits him, and 
 spills the contents. Milton brushes off the fragrant 
 powder, saying, " "Well, for once in my life, I am up 
 to snuff.") 
 
 Order having been restored, the dutiful nephew 
 gathered up the snuff box uninjured, and with mili- 
 tary bow, returned it to the owner. 
 
 Editor. — We deal roughly with our library. 
 What have we done with Milton, mighty aeronaut, 
 who soared higher with the warring squadrons of 
 Ether, and went down lower into the Camp of the 
 Lost Host, than any other man ! And Shakespeare, 
 mightiest painter of Human Nature. What with 
 Tully, Demosthenes, Kollin, Homer, and Franklin ? 
 
 Milton. — 
 
 And Byron, don't want him, eli ? 
 Nor Watts, nor Wesley, neither Grey, 
 Nor any heaven-touched lips that sung, 
 Scott, Johnson, Goldsmith, Pope, nor Young? 
 Nor e'en the world's sweet Tennyson ? 
 
A PICTURE OF LIFE. 75 
 
 Nor Pollock, Bryant, Longfellow, nor Hood, 
 Nor other fellows, long or short ; but good? 
 
 The Major. — I'm true to name. I speak my 
 opinion plump. What we need is a literature fresh, 
 green and gushing. 
 
 Editor. — Then let the major write his autobiogra- 
 phy, and we will have it. 
 
 Chairman. — Will good Doctor Chloral give us his 
 opinion on libraries and books. 
 
 The Doctor suddenly looks up, winks with both 
 eyes, and says, " Yes, surely books are valuable, that 
 is, good books are; but it is aiwaj^s safe to give my 
 Compound Tincture till relief is gained." 
 
 Mrs. G allow ay. ^-WeW men, you are getting all 
 mixed up. There is only one thing to do. Ask my 
 husband, Mr. Galloway, he always knows what to 
 say. Loud calls were made for the gentleman, who 
 responded. 
 
 Mr. Galloway. — Every published document is a 
 subject of ridicule. Every society is also forced to 
 run the gauntlet of the wits. This club will be no 
 exception. We must think wisely, talk sensibly, and 
 act prudently, or be toasted on the gridiron of ridicule. 
 Our true ambition is to secure the prize of wisdom, 
 which is often found in the way of travel. Thus may 
 our young friend Rainbow acquire wisdom by absorp- 
 tion, and discover much of the world is not in his own 
 
76 A PICTURE OF LIFE. 
 
 town. By mingling with others, persons get rubbed 
 bright, and then by reflection give light to others. 
 
 Lawyer. — If we venture on a journey, Doctor 
 Chloral must go as a surgeon. 
 
 Doctor. — Ah, yes ; no, impossible. I have twenty 
 cases down with the pleurisy, and more expected. 
 
 Cries of " name them," '' who are they ? " 
 
 Doctor. — Why, there is Mrs. Jones and her 
 daughter, and old Mrs. Brown, and — and lots of others 
 that I've forgot. 
 
 The Major. — Neither can I travel. There is 
 some danger of insurrection among the Anti-Renters 
 of the Muddy Kill Flats. But there shall be no 
 trifling with the military. If it be possible I will not 
 spill a drop of blood or cause a man to smell powder, 
 but there must, I say, be no trifling with the military. 
 
 Milton. — Major, if you want a Washington, remem- 
 ber I've got the clothes. Travel would serve me well 
 with editor and lawyer. 
 
 Jemima. — Land sakes alive ! Travel will have as 
 much efiect on you as a mustard-plaster on a flre- 
 shovel. You will leave home three ganders and come 
 back three geese. {Great merriment^ 
 
 Chairman. — What says our worthy friend Doctor 
 Paul? 
 
 Minister. — Travel is good, but costly. Gold 
 makes a pilgrim's breath smell sweet. 
 
A PICTUEE OF LIFE. 77 
 
 Chairman. — I direct those who go, to take one- 
 fourth of the money in tlie treasury. I also direct my 
 nephew to execute a note of one hundred dollars, suita- 
 bly endorsed, and raise the face less discount, at one of 
 the banks of Newburgh. I have hopes that travel 
 will benefit my nephew. 
 
 On motion The Rainbow Club, having organized, 
 b}^ adopting a constitution, electing officers, and secur- 
 ing treasury and library, adjourned. But in reality 
 merely adjourned to the adjoining room, the doors 
 of which were at once thrown invitingly open. Uncle 
 Solomon taking Aunt Jemima by the arm, said to the 
 company, "Kind friends, having toiled for the good 
 time coming, let us enjoy the good time that is. 
 Soldiers, follow your leader." 
 
 Time would fail to tell of all the substantial dishes 
 and ingenious luxuries of the rural feast. The table 
 groaned with good things, of which the guests par- 
 took so freely that they groaned also. 
 
 The club and other invited guests — without skip- 
 ping an item — ate down the bill of fare, which con- 
 tained five varieties of pieserves, four sorts of cake, 
 three breeds of pickles, with bread, meats and drinks 
 in profusion. 
 
 While the banquet was at its joyous height, the 
 lawyer said to the editor, " Which do you prefer, phi- 
 losophy, or boned-chicken?" 
 
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 The eloquent ^'Knight of the qnill " replied as 
 follows : '' Before supper I prefer pliilosoph}^ ; but 
 during supper give me boned chicken, or give me 
 death." 
 
 Amid loud calls for Mr. Galloway, that gentleman 
 arose and said, " Philosophy is good in its place, and so 
 is a roast duck ; but there is something in an oyster 
 pie that meets with a responsive chord right here in 
 the human breast {puts hands helow his hreast). 
 
 Just as the feathered watchmen were finishins^ 
 their nap previous to proclaiming the dawn of a new 
 day, the members of the club departed to their respect- 
 ive abodes, and ere long Solomon the chairman, by 
 the volition of a benignant Providence, quickly fell 
 asleep. 
 
CHAPTER XIIL 
 
 Rainbow in the Quassaick Bank. 
 
 "TN obedience to the Chairman, the nephew equipped 
 -■- with his note of hand, proceeded to draw the 
 money. 
 
 The scene occurs in The Quassaick National Bank 
 of Newburgh. The banking desk is seen. The 
 president stands in the door of the directors' room. 
 Cashier, teller, and clerks are at their books. Milton 
 Bainbow enters with umbrella and paper parcel. 
 
 B. — Sir, I would be pleased to have this note of 
 100 by 90 discounted. 
 
 Teller. — Wq would be pleased to accommodate, but 
 we are not discounting at present, except to regular 
 customers. 
 
 H. — You can depend upon me as a regular cus- 
 tomer ; for when the time is up I will be around regu- 
 lar as a clock to get it renewed. 
 
 Teller. — That's the trouble, besides we discount at 
 present only in extreme cases. 
 
 R. to Cashier. — This is an extreme case, for I 
 haven't a dollar in my pocket. 
 
80 A PICTUKE OF LIFE. 
 
 Cashier, — Our directors have held a meeting, the 
 orders are strict. 
 
 R. to the JPres. — Sir, I am naturally as mild as a 
 sucking dove, unless driven to extreme measures. 
 But if I cannot obtain financial facilities here, I will 
 remove my deposits from this bank, as sure as there is 
 a tail to a dog or a comet. 
 
 Pres. to Cashier. — What is the amount of Mr. 
 Kainbow's deposits with us ? 
 
 Cashier. — ISTot a penny. 
 
 Bainboio. — Yes sir, I just deposited that bundle 
 and umbrella in this bank. 
 
 Cashier. — Not in the least. That plunder is out- 
 side the rail, the bank inside. You might as well tie 
 your horses to a post in the street, and then claim a 
 dividend on farm-stock in the bank. 
 
 President. — Next customer. 
 
 Bairibow. — "Wait till you get through with me. 
 Let us argue this case. I have my views of banking. 
 I believe the stockholders select their best lookino^ 
 men for directors, and the best looking man is made 
 president. The next best man to be found, if honest, 
 and quick at figures, is put in for cashier, the next 
 for teller, and so on. I believe that handsome is, that 
 handsome does. Mr. President, the Rainbow Club is 
 about to start on a journey, to make discoveries in 
 science, literature, and navigation. Now if we fail to 
 
A PICTUKE OF LIFE. 81 
 
 get this money, we are stuck sadly, thoronglily stuck ; 
 
 like the chariot of Mars against the corner of a pyramid. 
 
 {The 'president and officers hold a parley') 
 
 President. — Money is very close at present. 
 
 liainhow. — l^o doubt of it. I see piles of it 
 within a foot of your vest, but not close to me. Out 
 in Montgomery, the charming metropolis of our 
 neighborhood, money is too far off. If it were closer, 
 we might do better, none nearer than Walden. They 
 have a bank there. 
 
 Pres. to Cashier. — This is an unusual case. "We 
 must keep things moving. If the Rainbow Club 
 sticks fast, no telling what may stop next. Let the 
 club have all they want on good security. Who are 
 on your paper ? 
 
 Rainbow. — Milton Rainbow and Lawblower are 
 on for wings, with Qiiillstick on for tail. 
 
 {Teller counts out the money) 
 Rainbow throws down the note, and taking up the 
 money makes a low bow, and exclaims, *' Heaven 
 bless the banks of JS'ewburgh, bless the Qnassaick 
 Bank, the Newburgh Bank, the Highland JBank, the 
 Savings Bank, both banks of the Hudson, and good 
 Hugh S. Banks, and heaven bless the banks of New- 
 foundland, and give us codfish and mustard till all is 
 
 blue. 
 
 {Amid great tnerriment exit Rainbow) 
 4* 
 
CHAPTER XIII. 
 
 rp H'REE Kainbow Philosophers, Milton, Law- 
 -^ blower, and Qnillstick, set out on a beautiful 
 morning to spend this money in the delights of travel. 
 The editor declared he must return in a week, as he 
 could not trust the Town Press to edit itself for a 
 longer period. 
 
 They go swiftly down the New York and Erie 
 Pail road, and halt at Paterson Falls, which they 
 decide to be a very majestic arrangement for letting 
 down water with a rush. Then they behold the 
 enchanting vista of Hohokus, and emerging from the 
 lono; cranite tomb of Bero:en Tunnel, are soon at 
 Jersey City, with only the lordly Hudson between 
 them and New York. At a glance, they take in the 
 burning focus of the western world, the fairy shores 
 of Staten -Island, the rocky heights of Hoboken, the 
 magnificent ba}-, and the wonderful metropolis. 
 
 Having friends in Jersey City, it was dark when 
 crossing the river for New York. They saw the 
 dancing lights that followed the motion of the vessels 
 in the baj^, saw the long lines of street lamps, and felt 
 the power of that vast empire of night, reared on the 
 
A PICTURE OF LIFE. 83 
 
 ruins of day, and softened by the starry chandelier of 
 the sky. Having crossed the Hudson, the planks 
 were thrown upon the dock, and the crowd rushed 
 upon the landing. Amid the confusion and partial 
 darkness, were heard the sounds, "Want a cab," 
 " Metropolitan," " Fifth Avenue," " Clarendon," " St. 
 Nicholas." In a moment a passenger cried, " Good 
 heavens, I'm robbed." Carefully guarding their money 
 our travellers pushed on to their hotel. 
 
 The next morning after breakfast, they gazed on 
 the grand emporiums of science, art and" trade, and 
 dreamily viewed the human tide, which drawn from 
 all the globe, sweeps through Broadwa}^ Editor 
 Quillstick suggested a professional call upon the JSTew 
 York reporters, who lead a merry life sandwiching 
 the details of a high wedding on the Avenue, with the 
 frantic efforts of some burglar suffering under a con- 
 fusion of ideas in regard to meum and tuum. 
 
 As Christopher Columbus, seeking the Indies, 
 stumbled on a continent, so did the Rainbow Club, 
 searching for lynx-eyed reporters, fall into several 
 dens of editorial lions, which we cannot here describe 
 in full. 
 
 It was in the mild October of the day when the 
 club reached their hotel. It was the Clarendon. This 
 choice was made not merely because there is where 
 the foreign lords all put up, but because a patron of 
 
84 A PICTUKB OP LIFE. 
 
 the club, a raercliant prince, and commissioner of docks 
 who also kept a fnll supply of touching crab-apple 
 cider, lived at this place. A dinner at a first class 
 hotel is something to be remembered. The brilliant 
 light, the beauty of the ware, the artistic arrangement, 
 and regal bounty of the feast, make one imagine he 
 dines at a court. 
 
 The club decided to spend the evening as follows : 
 first, go to an advertised temperance meeting, and 
 then attend the opera, for which they arrayed them- 
 selves in white chokers. The meetinor was held in a 
 neighboring church, and strangers having been invited 
 to speak, Milton Rainbow made a brief, but telling 
 address. While he was speaking, a small cluster of 
 persons in the church seemed greatly concerned. At 
 the close of the address, the club left the church, and 
 as they crossed the vestibule, Kainbow was accosted 
 by a little old woman, .who took him by the hand 
 and was about to give him a kiss, when Milton shrank 
 back, objecting to being kissed in company, because it 
 made him " blush so deeply, tliat it spoiled his com- 
 plexion." The truth is, the Hainbow Club had been 
 taken for a bevy of divines, the white chokers had 
 done the business. 
 
 The little old woman with tears in her eyes, looked 
 up and said to Kainbow, " Oh my dear little dominie, 
 where do you preach V^ He replied with much cler- 
 
A PiCTUBE OP lip:^. 85 
 
 ical dignity, "Madam, I have been laboring some in 
 Orange County, but I am not settled anywhere at 
 present." The old lady resumed, " Oh dear, how 
 tliankful I am for that. Me and my husband, we 
 live over on Long Island, and our dominie got tired 
 ami quit." Said Rainbow solemnly, *' Madam, what 
 salary do you give ? " 
 
 Old Lady. — Six hundred dollars and a parsonage, 
 and one donation a year. But rae and my husband, 
 and my daughter and her husband, we run the church, 
 and we are all here to-night, and we talked it over 
 while you were preaching onto the temperance, and if 
 you will come, and be our minister, we will give you 
 eight hundred and the parsonage, and two donations 
 a year, and the keep of a cow. 
 
 Milton surveyed the group and said, 
 
 I've tliouglit. the field over, my duty is clear, 
 I'll preach for the brethren for a thousand a year, 
 I'll visit them week days, and preach every Sunday, 
 If they give me a Donation Vi^t each Monday. 
 
 The old lady was horrified, and it is supposed, got 
 another shepherd. The club proceeded to the opera, 
 where the scenery was gorgeous. The music was 
 celestial. A Prima Donna thrilled the audience ; she 
 was the talk of the town. Milton became excited, 
 almost delirious. Stealing out of the audience, he 
 managed to gain admission to the green room, and 
 
86 A PICTURE OF LIFE. 
 
 requested permission to " salute the Prima Donna^ 
 The manager was indignant, but the Artiste^ admir- 
 ing the gallant cavalier, said, " salute me surely, I am 
 used to it." Whereupon Milton made one of his 
 most brilliant bows, and the eminent songstress curt- 
 sied, and smiled benignly behind her fan. 
 
 Our frantic hero then offered to make the fortune 
 of the manager. " Sir, you have music, poetry and 
 painting, you need Rainbow of Orange to supply the 
 eloquence." The manager said, " Sir, I learn readily 
 by observation, give samples of your oratorical 
 power." 
 
 Eainbow gazed an instant, and thus burst out. 
 *• In such a little crowd as this, what could Demos- 
 thenes do ? But were there more of it ; did I but see 
 from the broad stage, the speaking eyes and love lit 
 faces of hundreds of beautiful ladies, and the noble 
 forms of many brave men, let the hall ring with 
 plaudits, the ladies waving their handkerchiefs, the 
 men clapping their hands, show me heaps, crowds, 
 multitudes of people, crying, " Bravo, bravo," " huzza, 
 huzza," then, then^ if I don't rage and blaze, and be 
 eloquent, then, and not till then, in the burning words 
 of the pathetic Hibernian, "let my epitaph be written." 
 
 At the close of this sample, the manager said to 
 the orator, " Do you see that door % " 
 
 The speaker answered, " I do." 
 
A PICTURE OF LIFE. 87 
 
 Manager. — Then go through it — all of you. 
 
 The editor retorted, " We cannot go through the 
 door without an axe, but we will gladly go through 
 the vacant place where the door was." So opening 
 it, the three Eainbows faded from view. 
 
 The cool evening breeze revived our hero. While 
 the club was standing on a street corner ; a stranger 
 pleasantly advised them " to see the world ; while they 
 were in it," and invited to attend a "Free and Easy 
 Concert and Ball." Lawyer and Editor seemed in- 
 clined to round out the evening; but Milton refused 
 with this language: "As the mariner, who has once 
 been shipwrecked, dreads every gale, so do I dread the 
 earliest footfall of temptation. Safety is happiness. 
 Yirtue is the best philosoph}' — religion is the highest 
 wisdom, and says, 'Enter not into the paths of the 
 wicked.' " The warning was heeded and the friends 
 returned to the hotel. 
 
CHAPTER XIV. 
 
 "TTTTifEl^ beautiful morn again peeped from the 
 ' ' curtains of the east, the three after feeding 
 the tiger, sallied out in search of wisdom and happi- 
 ness. They entered the gallant State of New Jersey. 
 As Milton caught a glimpse of a Hackensack car lie 
 said, " Heaven bless the good old town where I got; 
 mj first fat fee." 
 
 Quickly in the kaleidoscope of steam came noble 
 buildings. 
 
 Lawyer. — If this is Kewark, what became of the 
 old ark ? 
 
 Rainhow. — Not knowing, I feel a delicacy in say- 
 ing, but ask the Editor, he is never operated on in 
 that way. 
 
 Editor. — Noah's boys split it up for kindling-wood. 
 
 The club proceed to Elizabeth, " city of villas." 
 In the evening they attend a Centennial Tea Party. 
 On entering the hall of entertainment they notice 
 eatables, drinkables and a fine display of antique 
 memorials of Revolutionary times. " And Jacob's 
 well was there " with rustic curb and moss-covered 
 bucket filled with lemonade. 
 
A PICTURE OF LIFE. 89 
 
 "And Eebekah lifted up her eyes, when she saw" 
 the club coming, and said, " will ye not drink, at only 
 a dimeT' 
 
 The eloquent Editor was alone capable of reply- 
 ing, which lie did as follows : " Certainly we will, 
 and allow me to add, that your kindness in requesting 
 ns to do so, is only equalled by your extreme beauty." 
 
 Approaching another table, Quillstick said, " What 
 hast thou for sale ? " 
 
 Lady. — All that you see, I hold for sale. 
 
 Rainlow. — Thy fair right hand I see, what price 
 is set on that ? 
 
 Lady. — One thousand dollars. 
 
 Rainbow. — I will give it. 
 
 In sucli a war, who counts the cost 
 
 When wounded in the h-eart 
 We boldly dash, forgetting all 
 
 Save love's delicious smart. 
 
 Lady. — Go ask my husband for a bill of sale. 
 Eainhow. — Not much. I wish no cloud on my 
 title. 
 
 Let your sweet roses bloom, yet they bloom not for me, 
 Dutch bulbs and carnations as fair as may be. 
 
 They bloom for your husband, 
 
 They bloom not for me. 
 
 [^TJie club advance to the next table.'] 
 Mary, a pretty sales-ghi. — Can I sell you some- 
 thing, gentlemen ? 
 
90 A PICTURE OF LIFE. 
 
 Editor, — "We be honest men, with families; but 
 little money. 
 
 Mary. — I will take your check in payment for 
 some ice-cream. 
 
 Lawyer. — The glory of ITew York is at stake. 
 By the memory of Clinton, don't flinch. 
 
 Editor. — I will take three plates of cream, and 
 give my check in payment. 
 
 Mary. — You shall have the cream. 
 
 Editor. — Now understand the bargain, for, most 
 beauteous maiden, I would not wrong thee for a king- 
 dom. If I fail to give my check I will give the near- 
 est thing to my check. 
 
 Mary hesitates. Her companions cry out, " The 
 glory of JSTew Jerse}^ is now at stake. By the memory 
 of Frelinghuysen, dorCtflincliP She gives the cream, 
 — which is eaten — the plates shoved back. 
 
 Editor (rising). — Companions in glory, let us depart. 
 
 Mary. — No you don't. I want my money, or 
 your check. 
 
 Editor. — Yes ; but if I failed, I was to give the 
 nearest thing to my check. 
 
 Mary. — When would it be payable ? 
 
 Editor. — Payable on the spot. 
 
 Mary. — Let me have it then. 
 
 Editor. — Here is the nearest thing to my check. 
 I give you my cheek. Kiss me quick and let me go. 
 
A PICTURE OF LIFE. 91 
 
 At once a great squabble ensued. Gentlemen 
 langh — the ladies cry, *' shame " — ** a swindler '' — a 
 "robber." 
 
 A stout old lady catches the editor by the neck 
 and says, " You rascally little villain, pay my daugh- 
 ter, or I'll choke you." 
 
 The editor gives a sudden plunge and upsets the 
 old lady under the table. She holds on to him, and 
 both are under. Mary bends down to see what has 
 become of her mother, when Quillstick catches her 
 and all three are under. The lawyer drags him out, 
 and puts him for safety on the table where he makes 
 this speech : 
 
 Friends, Jerseymen, Ladies: The cream I paid 
 in trade, but give me two shillings worth of !N^ightin- 
 gale soup, and a fan from angels' wings, and I pay 
 half a dollar cash. 
 
 Mary. — Nightingale soup just gone. Pay, and I 
 give a fan from angels' wings. 
 
 {Editor pays the money.) 
 
 Mary. — Women are angels, are they not? 
 
 Editor. — Oh certainly. 
 
 Mary takes a position in front, and waving her 
 flowing sleeves, inquires, " Do you feel the wind ? " 
 
 Editor.- — I do. 
 
 Then said Mary, " You have a fan from angels' 
 wings." 
 
92 A PICTURE OF LIFE. 
 
 Great signs of triumph are shown by the ladies 
 waving handkorchiefs, and crying, ^'Well done, 
 Mary." Editor calls for his hat, and makes for the 
 door, followed Iw his companions. The crowd cheer 
 and Quillstick cries, "Brothers, let us go back to 
 'New York, for the Jersey women carry too many 
 guns for the Eainbow Club." 
 
CHAPTER XV. 
 
 MiSCELLANEOrS MeETING OF THE ClUB. 
 
 SOON after this trip was ended, the members and 
 friends of the Rainbow Club met at the call of 
 the chairman. Prominent ladies and gentlemen of the 
 vicinity were present. 
 
 The lawyer stroked his Jnpiterian beard, the edi- 
 tor w^ore a smooth face, the parson sustained side 
 whiskers. 
 
 The club appeared in full force and capital feeling. 
 Aunt Jemima is in one corner knitting, Jennie and 
 Mrs. Paul are listening. As was his custom, the 
 nephew delayed his coming and the uncle improved 
 the opportunity to unburden his heart as follows: 
 
 " Gentlemen — I am pleased to sa}^ that travel has 
 slightly benefited my nephew. Although still gay, 
 yet something seems leading him up slowly but surely 
 to a higher life. He realizes each must abide the re- 
 sults of his conduct, and perpetual merriment is tire- 
 some." 
 
 Hereupon Mr. Galloway (strange to say) rose up 
 uninvited, and used these words : " Gentlemen, Let 
 
94 A PICTURE OF LIFE. 
 
 me also give my opinion. Time works wonders. 
 Only a diamond endures polish. Yonr nephew is a 
 diamond in the rough. Yesterday, he read to me an 
 outline of Milton's Paradise Lost that filled me with 
 amazement. Depend upon it, the sacred fire is sealed 
 up within him, and will yet burst out in flames to 
 warm the world." 
 
 At this moment Rainbow entered, bowing grace- 
 fully to the club and persistently shaking hands with 
 the chairman, to whom he said, " You can always tell 
 gentlemen by their manner when they meet. I feel 
 the good effects of travel. 
 
 Deep thought and books may store the mind, 
 
 Papers make tidings fly, 
 Wise laws may teach men how to live, 
 
 And parsons how to die. 
 Hand down the truth from sire to son, 
 'Tis travel puts the polish on." 
 
 Chairman. — Some think it better than actual 
 travelling to have one who has gone abroad, report in 
 such a manner that the scenes appear unattended by 
 the usual danger, fatigue and expense, 
 
 Thereupon a full account was given and pleasantly 
 received. After varied conversation. Editor Quill- 
 stick, with that forcible eloquence for which he was 
 distinguished, said, '• Gentlemen, the winds have com- 
 paratively little power when scattered over all the 
 heavens; but confined within the grasp of the tornado 
 
A PICTURE OF LIFE. 95 
 
 become irresistible. Thus with news. Going from 
 mouth to mouth, it is but gossip, but condensed into 
 an editorial it becomes weighty and sublime. In 
 illustration, I would read mj editorial on our trip." 
 
 Lawyer. — I beg you to refrain. Having taken a 
 light supper, I fear the shock more than cold cut from 
 Shakespeare or a hot from Milton. 
 
 Editor Quillsticlc. — Would you relish extracts 
 from Homer? 
 
 Lawhlower. — ISTay, leave him asleep in his glory. 
 
 " Seven cities claim a Homer dead, 
 Through which the living Homer begged his bread." 
 
 Editor Quillsticlc. — In a Quaker meeting, the 
 friends speak as the spirit moves. So we speak, as 
 moved by the spirit of philosophy. Our language is 
 the audible exponent of our inward perceptions, that's 
 what I mean. {Cries of '^ Certainly ^^'^ '^ Just so ex- 
 actly ^"^ " Of course it is that wayP) I have always 
 been curious to know, what a public meeting of phi- 
 losophers would run into, if discussion ran as the spirit 
 moved them. 
 
 It was resolved to hold " A Miscellaneous Meet- 
 ing." 
 
 Chairman. — While the helm is under my control 
 I shall do the best I can, even in a storm. I ask, 
 " What is the prime requisite of thrift." 
 
 Lawyer. — Ind ustry . 
 
96 A PICTURE OF LIFE. 
 
 Editor. — Intelligence. 
 
 Nephew. — Economy and civility. 
 
 Parson. — Honesty . 
 
 Chairman. — I decide all these to be requisite and 
 also perseverance. Any fair business well followed 
 for ten years w411 bring good results. But some are 
 so changeable that if they spent the winter in paradise 
 they would move out in the spring. Merchants, me- 
 chanics thrive, who give good articles at moderate 
 profits. The farmers who make the best living are 
 those who do much of the work themselves, who raise 
 large crops of grain, keep plenty of good stock well, 
 and do their work well and in the time of it. A large 
 crop of corn makes everything plenty. The hogs 
 have plenty of lard, the beef plenty, of fat, the fowls 
 lay abundance of eggs, which flood the house with 
 groceries and make the women folks happy." 
 
 Calls were made for Mr. Galloway, who responded 
 thus : 
 
 " If you wish to get rich, you must do as other 
 folks do who do get rich." 
 
 At this point the door opened, and in came Major 
 Plump and old Dr. Chloral. They apologized for the 
 lateness of their arrival. 
 
 The editor said, "Now we are equipped, we shall 
 have dignity, military and physic in full supply." 
 
 The lawyer protested against the last remark as 
 
A PICTUKE OF LIFE. 97 
 
 sounding like levity and thought it was his duty to 
 imitate the good minister, who noticing a flirtation up 
 stairs halted in his sermon saying, " I am sorry to say, 
 there is too much levity in the gallery." 
 
 The editor made answer, "' Some are very tender 
 on fun and susceptible to impropriety." 
 
 A course of modern lectures was to be given in a 
 church. The first was largely made up of readings 
 by an actress from New York Theatre. A good old 
 deacon wiped his eyes at Hood's Bridge of Sighs, but 
 added ; " Yery well done, but not quite the thing for 
 a church." 
 
 When next the lady clapped her hands in glee 
 and exclaimed, 
 
 " I'm to be Queen of tlie May, Mother, 
 I'm to be Queen of tlie May," 
 
 the deacon looked sour, but when the poor May Queen 
 was dying he said, " God bless the poor child ; but 
 not quite the thing for a church." 
 
 Ere long the reader gave the Balcony Scene of 
 Romeo and Juliet. Juliet appears at a window. Romeo 
 looks up from the garden and tosses kisses to her, 
 which almost killed the deacon, who jumped np afoot, 
 brought his hands together like a pistol and left the 
 pew, exclaiming, "What next? Upon my soul! 
 worse and worse ! " 
 
 This added another torch to the bonfire of mirth, 
 
98 A PICTURE OF LIFE. 
 
 which was extinguished by the mallet of the chair- 
 man, who announced, " This is a philosophic as well 
 as social club. I call on Dr. Paul for a definition of 
 philosophy." 
 
 Dr. Paul, — In all ages of the world philosophy 
 has been known as the warm love for genuine truth. 
 Cicero, who was a king in the domain of thought, used 
 these words, " Qui studet omnium rerum philosophi 
 wppeletur " — that is, he who studies all things is called 
 a philosopher. At the threshold of the goodly Tem- 
 ple of Truth we may well bow our heads. We got 
 one idea yesterday. "We are perhaps getting only a 
 conjecture to-day. By inquiry and perception we 
 become wise. We are wonders. Life is a bundle of 
 mysteries of which death is the last. If we know but 
 little, still it hungers us for more. 
 
 To the good, eternity will be a perpetual feast. 
 In ancient times thinking men arranged themselves 
 according to their tastes into various Philosophic 
 Schools. 
 
 At the Grecian Public Games sprightly men called 
 rhapsodists recited the poems of Homer, and made 
 comments upon them. Some established schools and 
 were called philosophers. 
 
 Prominent among them were, 
 
 1. The Italian school founded by Pythagoras, who 
 believed in the transmigration of souls. 
 
A PICTURE OF LIFE. 99 
 
 2. The Socratic, founded by Socrates, who in- 
 sisted on the excellence of virtue, the immortality of 
 the soul and state of reward and punishment. 
 
 3. The Cynic^ founded by Antisthenes, and spread 
 by his pupil Diogenes, who condemned all knowledge, 
 society, and arts of life. 
 
 4. The Academic, founded by Plato, who dealt 
 in ideal forms and mystical accounts of ancient gods, 
 and taught that the human squI is a portion of Di- 
 vinity. 
 
 5. The Peripatetics, founded by Aristotle, the 
 ablest logician of antiquity. This school was made 
 up of moving lights, going from town to town, and 
 who aimed at perfection in matter and self-develop- 
 ment. 
 
 6. The Scejptical, by Pyrrho, who taught univer- 
 sal doubt. 
 
 7. The Stoical, founded by Zeno, who made in- 
 sensibility a virtue. 
 
 8. The Epicurians, who called pleasure the su- 
 preme good. 
 
 9. The most ancient of all, the Ionic, founded by 
 Thales, who taught that divinity animates the uni- 
 verse, as the soul does the body. 
 
 The influence of these schools spread far and wide 
 down the ages, and have many followers even to-day. 
 But the blessed light of Christianity has surpassed 
 
100 A PICTURE OF LIFE. 
 
 the glories of a-ncient philosophy, taught humanity not 
 only how to live wisely, but to die happily, and has 
 held aloft its torch to guide the soul into the land of 
 unending bliss. 
 
 The Deity allows some strange events to occur, 
 because he does not wish to fetter the will of angels 
 or men. Also as war victoriously ended makes glory 
 for nations, so evil wisely restrained makes glory for 
 God. God allows e\jil but does not enforce it, just 
 as he made fire, but does not spread it. 
 
 Milton Eainhow. — All rational creatures receive 
 their animation from the life principle of the universe, 
 spirit, eternal and divine. This being a philosophic 
 club, I ask this question. Why not solve one great 
 natural problem thus : that man has had fathers, all 
 the way backward forever ? 
 
 Parson. — Which is reasonable that frail man, or 
 sovereign God existed forever ? 
 
 Milton Bainlow. — It is most reasonable that God 
 was first. 
 
 The Latoyer. — I am an independent thinker but 
 devout. Better for all, inside some church than out 
 in the cold. 
 
 Editor.— T\\i& is surely a miscellaneous meeting. 
 Let us converse on literature. 
 
 The Club rapidly reviewed some of the books that 
 will endure with the pyramids, JEsop's Fables, Pil- 
 
A PICTURE OF LIFE. 101 
 
 grim's Progress, Arabian Nights, Yicar of "Wakefield, 
 Hobinson Crusoe, Don Quixote, Ivanhoe, etc. 
 
 Modern literature was examined, and the histories, 
 travels, poems, and works of fiction that adorn the 
 nineteenth century were held np with commendable 
 pride. Ere long it became evident that a side dis- 
 cussion of considerable spirit was springing np be- 
 tween the nephew and lawj-er, as to the compara- 
 tive merits of Paradise Lost, and the works of 
 Shakespeare. 
 
 Lawyer.-^—Godi made tlie people, Shakespeare 
 drew their portraits on his fadeless canvas and hung 
 them npon the walls of time so tliat in all coming 
 ages humanity might take warning from the bad, 
 courage from the good, and refreshment from the 
 merry. How just is the remark, " Self-love is not so 
 vile a sin as self-neglect." How* deep is tlie plot of 
 Hamlet ! How terrible the story of Othello ! What 
 delightful confusion in the Wives of Windsor. What 
 pictures of avarice, mercy, friendship, in The Mer- 
 chant of Yenice. 
 
 Nephew, — Far be it from me to say a word against 
 the genius of Shakespeare, but he had only his own. 
 John Milton had a different genius, one of bold sub- 
 limity. As Dr. Blair admits, whoever opens the 
 pages of Paradise Lost finds himself at once in the 
 company of wonderful beings, celestial, human and 
 
102 A PICTURE OF LIFE. 
 
 infernal. Heaven, earth and hell contribute not only 
 character but scenerjM The blazing throne of the 
 Almighty, the appearance of the Messiah and the 
 Creation of the world are drawn b}^ a pencil almost 
 divine. The ambitious projects of Satan are startling, 
 while the war of the angels, and the sight of the 
 Fallen Host are gloomy and dreadful. 
 
 As Milton Eainbow resumed his seat Eev. Dr. 
 Paul, the village parson, arose and said, " Our friend 
 Mr. Galloway has brought to our knowledge a para- 
 phrase of this sublime poem, prepared by our worthy 
 associate, who has just spoken words forcible and just. 
 Will he please read for us his bold effort ? " 
 
 It was done. Profound silence rested upon the 
 company, which was broken by these words of the 
 clergyman : 
 
 " The magnificent poem of Paradise Lost has been 
 the peculiar treasure of people of deep mental culture, 
 — this skillful outline will prove a favor to the world. 
 Heaven grant that our young friend may lead the 
 higher life for which his tastes and talents fit him so 
 eminently." 
 
 Then arose Solomon, the chairman, who earnestly 
 said : " My nephew, smother not the sacred fire. 
 Would to God you saw things as we see them. You 
 are born a Prince of the Kingdom. Why live on the 
 follies of earth, when the very nectar of heaven is 
 
A PICTUKE OF LIFE. 103 
 
 held to your lips ? Kise up, my nephew, and prepare 
 for manhood and the Centennial ! " 
 
 Tlie club resumed the subject of literature, and 
 soon was heard the call^ " Mr. Galloway, he always 
 knows what to say." 
 
 Mr, Galloway. — The world is full of books, some 
 good, some bad, and some a continuous twaddle in 
 consecutive chapters. Many are sickly, sentimental 
 books, full of soft sweet nonsense, others filled with 
 blood, thunder, and fury, and the heroes get hung in 
 the last chapter instead of the first, which would have 
 been better ; some blessed books full of sunshine and 
 wisdom. 
 
 To add to the high debate Major Plump woke up 
 the eccentric old Dr. Chloral, who looked startled and 
 said : " Ah yes, surely, keep your digestion healthy, 
 and your credit good, by taking regular doses of my 
 Compound Tincture, and let bad books alone." 
 
 Whereupon a wild rascal. Bob Porter, ventured to 
 remark, " That smacks of the shop." The old doctor 
 caught the words, and looking sharply at the offender, 
 repeated, " Smacks of the shop, does it, you young 
 vagabond ? If you smacked more of the shop, it 
 would be better, for you were put on the market too 
 soon. You are a mere shell, totally destitute of parts, 
 too ignorant for a schoolmaster, too weak for a black- 
 smith, too cowardly for a constable, too dirty for a rag- 
 
104 A PICTUKE OF LIFE. 
 
 picker, too lazy for anything but what you are, and 
 that's a dunce. 'No more Mr. Impudence, or I'll 
 speak to you." 
 
 How unconsciously does one person imitate another, 
 for the members of the club followed the doctor and 
 advertised their wares as follows : 
 
 Editor Quillsticlc. — Gentlemen, this would be a 
 dull world without any news. My Weekly Town 
 Press gives universal satisfaction, and at two dollars 
 a year, crowns the climax of economy and pleasure. 
 There is something to be proud of. (Ojpens out a 
 specimen^ 
 
 Coxmselor Lawhlower. — That by which all things 
 endure, is law. 
 
 Major Plump. — Gentlemen, where would be our 
 defense, without the military ? It cools off an enemy 
 to run him through with the bayonet. 
 
 To give force to the remark, the gallant major 
 made a thrust at the editor with his cane, which ran 
 between his' arm and body. 
 
 Milton Bainbow. — 
 
 Much tliat you speak of touches earth, 
 
 But there is something blooms beyond the clouds ; 
 
 Refreshes man's weak spirit ; and doth hang 
 
 A fadeless garland on the brow of love, 
 
 God's dowered daughter — Poetry. 
 
 Bev, Dr, Paul. — Quite true, my brother, and 
 well said. 
 
A PICTURE OE LIFE. 105 
 
 'Tis fancy maizes us liappy while we live, 
 Keligion wealthy when we're dead. 
 
 The Chairman, Sol. Rahibow, — 
 
 Our farming class includes you all 
 As soldiers we serve on the staff of life, 
 Apply the cultured lotion to sick soils, 
 And publish two editions of our works, 
 One in early, one in later harvest, 
 And find in them both poetry and prose, 
 Mindful of law, in ministry of faith, 
 We sow ; in hope of resurrection. 
 
 At this point in the proceedings Editor Quillstick 
 arose, and with that suavity and dignity which so har- 
 moniously blended in the gallant journalist, remarked : 
 
 " Mr. Chairman. — This is a Miscellaneous Meeting 
 and therefore allow me to say, that there looms up in 
 future a subject of prodigious proportions — Woman's 
 Rights. I have long been aid de cam/p^ body guard, 
 and head servant to her Majesty, my wife, and she 
 says man will soon be a mere speck in the horizon, and 
 woman become the horizon itself. Let us hear from 
 Major Plump. 
 
 The Major. — My name is Plump — Major Plump. 
 I have been in the military from my youth up, for my 
 father was a captain, and my mother more than a 
 captain. As to army and navy, forces and sieges and 
 rights of war, I am familiar; but as to Woman's 
 Rights, as ignorant as a cartridge box. 
 {Calls for Dr. Chloral.) 
 
106 A PICTURE OF LIFE. 
 
 The Doctor. — For a patient dangerously down 
 with the dumps, I prescribe regular doses of Rainbow 
 Club on a full stomach. Melodious merriment is 
 salubrious. Whoever invents a remedy like my Com- 
 pound Tincture of Paregoric and Liveforever or makes 
 a telegraph pudding like Madame Jemima, deserves a 
 higher monument, and larger at the bottom, than he 
 who discovers a planet. The power of concentration 
 is what we want in men or women. The other day 
 I was called in consultation with four other doctors 
 over a man with a swelled face. The whole four said 
 it must be poulticed. I said No^ it needs to be lanced 
 and it shall be lanced, and before they could stop me 
 I had the man cut to the bone. Yes, to the very 
 bone, sir! {Cries of '''did lie get welV) No. The 
 poor man died ; but then he would have died 
 anyway. 
 
 Amid laughter, the Doctor closed his rambling 
 discourse. 
 
 Milton Raitibow, — In my opinion woman is al- 
 most perfect. All that is still needed, is that some 
 way be found to make her bonnets last forever. 
 
 Laioyer. — A bonnet never does wear out ; it is the 
 fashion that does. 
 
 Aunt Jemima, who usually wore a modest attire, 
 had signalized the evening by a stylish new cap, a 
 work of art, the gift of admiring friends. The ladies 
 
A PICTURE OF LIFE. 107 
 
 urged her to speak, and the head-dress giving courage 
 she walked toward the table when the nephew an- 
 nounced, 
 
 Men, stand aside, great things will now be done, 
 Here comes a woman with her night-cap on. 
 
 Jemima. — Massie sakes alive! Hear the fellow 
 talk! This is no night-cap for women, but an even- 
 ing cap for ladies. It is enough to give anyone the 
 hysterics to see men making fools of themselves abus- 
 ing the women. Here is Milton Eainbow, very 
 hoighty-toighty, and he don't know anything more 
 about Woman's Eights than a potato-bug. And here 
 is Lawblower. I've seen him walking to church, strut- 
 ting along and every minute looking about to see if 
 his coat-tails were swinging just right, and saying no 
 doubt to himself, " Here is style for you, look . at me 
 and my wife and my daughter, Hydrangia." 
 
 Amid general applause Jemima walked back, while 
 her laces and ribbons actually trembled. 
 
 The men in despair called on their Hercules, who 
 said, 
 
 Mr. Galloway, — By old Caesar, it is rich, but it 
 only confirms what my grandfather used to say, 
 " Give me an old man for wisdom, and an old woman 
 for grit.'' 
 
 The chairman proclaimed the track free to all 
 comers. 
 
108 a pictuke of life. 
 
 Bob Porter's Great Speech on "Woman's Rights 
 m Rainbow Club. 
 
 Mr, Speaker. — I always pay attention when the 
 ladies speak. My mother could do more with me by 
 just saying **Bob*' than by all the thrashings I ever 
 got. I love good philosophy, but there is as much 
 difference between poor and good as between cold 
 weak tea and chocolate cream. 
 
 I say, let the women have their rights, moral and 
 religious, matrimonial and political. I believe one of 
 Woman's Rights is to have a good honest husband. 
 When I get married I will put some good woman in 
 full possession of as kind a husband as ever Huttered. 
 
 Mr. Speaker, What is matrimony % In my opin- 
 ion, it is an institution under which the privilege of 
 nursing the baby is considered a sufficient compensa- 
 tion for mending the clothes of its father. Whether 
 this pays or not, depends on what sort of a father it 
 has. If it be anything like myself or other gentle- 
 men present, why the pay would be liberal, but if like 
 some I know of, it would be a losing business for the 
 woman and no credit to the baby. 
 
 Civilization has done wonders for woman. It has 
 raised her up on high-heeled shoes, and given her 
 hopes, hoops, and a bustle. 
 
 If a woman wants fo go visiting, she'll go, and all 
 
A PICTUKE OF LIFE. 109 
 
 creation cannot stop her. If she wants to stay liome, 
 all creation cannot make her go visiting. And when 
 tlie majority of them wish to vote and be constable, 
 they will vote and be constable, ordinary men to the 
 contrary notwithstanding. 
 
 How much longer Bob would have continued is 
 not known. Fortunately, he stooped to take a 
 mouthful of water, when the lawyer moved him a 
 vote of thanks, which was unanimously carried ; and 
 before the promising youth knew it, he was off his 
 feet. 
 
 On motion this official announcement was made. 
 Whereas, inasmuch, nevertheless. 
 
 Resolved^ That if heaven had intended women to 
 be men, they would have been made men in the be- 
 ginning. 
 
 Resolved. That since women make such good 
 housekeeepers, mothers and wives, it is folly to make 
 politicians of them. 
 
 When quiet was restored and adjournment pro- 
 posed. Aunt Jemima said in her peculiar way, " You 
 men are good enough at talking, but when it comes 
 to the necessaries of life, you must look up to provi- 
 dence and the women." So saying she opened the 
 door, and at once in came servants, wdth white aprons 
 on, bearing plates of sandwiches, cake, coffee, and 
 ice-cream. 
 
110 A PICTUKE OF LIFE. 
 
 Milton Kainbow exchanged eloquent glances with 
 the parson's adopted daughter, (whose history we have 
 given) Gypsy Jennie. 
 
 Dr, Paul, — I give a sentiment. "May our 
 worthy chairman, and his worthy wife never be with- 
 out good cofFee, and never be without good friends to 
 help them drink it. Then the miscellaneous meeting 
 of the Rainbow Club merrily adjourned. 
 
CHAPTER XVI 
 
 NOT long after the scenes we have just described, a 
 special meeting of the club took place. The 
 chairman, editor, and lawyer were the only ones present. 
 With these quietly seated, the lawyer made this start- 
 ling announcement, " Gentlemen, of course you notice 
 the absence of our brother, for whose benefit this club 
 was founded. As you all well know, his father, John 
 Rainbow, Esq., has for the last few weeks been un- 
 usually feeble. His physicians say that he must soon 
 die. His son is constantly at his side. Gentlemen, 
 I have a secret to tell, that concerns us most inti- 
 mately. On condition of secrecy, I will read it." 
 
 All vowed silence. 
 
 Lawyer. — You are aware that John's wife is 
 dead, and that Milton is his only child. But still 
 farther, John owns the valuable farm on which he 
 lives, but I assure you, gentlemen, that he has twenty- 
 five thousand dollars in money. At his request, I 
 have written his last will and testament, in which I 
 am named as sole executor. But still further, in this 
 will that he has made, he gives this splendid farm 
 and all upon it to his son Milton, to be his, his heirs 
 
112 A PICTUKE OF LIFE. 
 
 and assigns forever. But still further, in this will 
 John divides the interest of the twenty-five thousand 
 dollars among the members of the Rainbow Club." 
 
 "Can it be possible," said the worthy chairman. 
 "Heaven be praised," ejaculated the devout Quill- 
 stick. 
 
 In his excitement, the editor started for the door, 
 saying : " Let us at once go and thank the generous 
 old man." 
 
 But the lawyer met him with these terrible words, 
 " Quillstick, if you speak a syllable to old Rainbow, or 
 young Rainbow, or to any living soul concerning this 
 business, I swear by all the saints in the calendar, I 
 will kill you dead as a tombstone." 
 
 The terrible manner of the lawyer sobered the 
 editor, who apologized for his unseemly haste, and the 
 three repledged fidelity and secrecy, and then ad- 
 journed. 
 
CHAPTER XVII. 
 
 The Death, Burial and Will of John Eainbow, 
 
 WITH SOME EeSULTS THEREOF. 
 
 AS we have intimated, the elder Rainbow was 
 drawing near to the close of his long, honorable 
 and devout life. He was under the impression that 
 his sen was a young man destined to usefulness, if well 
 guided, but might become a light-headed spendthrift 
 if his property were all left free. 
 
 We may also mention that the son knew not his 
 father's wealth. He knew of the homestead and five 
 thousand dollars. But the father many years before, 
 had privately made some investments, which were 
 very profitable, and now amounted to twenty thousand 
 dollars. Guided by extreme caution, he concluded to 
 leave the farm to the son, and the money to the club ; 
 knowing that his son would thereby receive all he 
 expected and be also guarded, until age should bring 
 experience, experience wisdom, and wisdom bring 
 sobriety. 
 
 Notwithstanding filial nurture, and medical care 
 skilfully given by one whose family had given name 
 
114 A PICTURE OF LIFE. 
 
 to a town in Orange Conntj, the worn-out body gave 
 way, and tlie father's eyes closed in death. 
 
 The Eev. Dr. Paul preached a suitable funeral 
 sermon. He counselled his hearers, 
 
 " Nor love thy life, nor liate, but wliat tliou livest 
 Live well, how long or sliort permit to heaven." 
 
 Pointing to the coffin, the minister said, "After 
 death's sullen consummation he sleeps well. Beautiful 
 even in his old age, he is now silent and cold. We 
 are of a two-fold nature, physical, the house we live 
 in, spiritual, what governs the house. In the case of 
 our aged friend, his lease having expired, the tenant 
 has departed, and the house has fallen into ruins. But 
 the timbers shall be preserved, and the building be 
 raised again, remodeled, beautiful, eternal, 
 
 When the long Sabbath of the tomb be past." 
 
 The mourners were not few, for sympathy draws 
 many to where sorrow rules. The Eainbow Club 
 walked after the casket. The bells sadly tolled, as the 
 procession slowly made its way through the main vil- 
 lage street toward the quiet city of the dead. Across 
 the AVallkill could be plainly seen another home of 
 departed, where lies all that could die of the Dutch 
 settlers of the Wallkill Yalley. A little farther on, 
 under the shadow of the hills, was still a third hamlet 
 of those at rest ; in which a marble column truthfully 
 
A PICTURE OF LIFE.. 115 
 
 speaks of one of later fame, as " a wise counsellor, a 
 good man, and a just." 
 
 On the return of the club from the burial, Milton 
 Kainbow invited the members to dine at his house. 
 The lawyer thus expressed himself: " Friend Milton, 
 how much property think you, did your father leave ? " 
 
 The son made answer, " Five thousand and this 
 homestead." 
 
 Lawyer. — If you get five thousand dollars and this 
 homestead, you will give any other property to the 
 club, will you not? 
 
 Rainbow. — Yes, gladly, gentlemen, and T wish you 
 all to look upon this place as your home, as well as 
 mine. I w^ill divide my last loaf and last dollar with 
 the Rainbow Club. 
 
 Lawyer. — My generous friend, I have in my 
 possession your father's last will, in which the plan 
 you speak of has been acted on. 
 
 "Can it be possible!" cried the company; "read 
 it, read it." 
 
 THE WILL. 
 
 I, John Rainbow, of the town of Montgomery, County of 
 Orange, and State of New York, being of sound and disposing 
 mind and memory, do on this 13th day of April, in the year 
 1874, make, publish and declare this my last will and testament, 
 hereby revoking all former wills by me made. 
 
 I give, devise and bequeath unto my beloved and only son, 
 Milton Rainbow, to him, his heirs and assigns forever, my 
 
116 A PICTURE OF LIFE. 
 
 homestead farm and utensils, stock and appurtenances thereto 
 belonging, containing one hundred acres, more or less. 
 
 Having ihus made him sole owner of his home, I request 
 him to honor my memory, and profit himself by heeding these 
 three items of counsel, to wit : 
 
 1. Do your work well, and do it in the time of it. 
 
 2. In summer provide for winter, in life prepare for death. 
 
 3. My son, if you think of anything unusually sharp, don't 
 say it, but if you think of something uncommonly good or dis- 
 creet, do it. 
 
 I also give unto my said son Milton, the interest of five 
 thousand dollars. 
 
 I also give unto my good brother Solomon the interest of 
 five thousand dollars. 
 
 I give unto my friend and pastor, Rev. Dr. Paul, the in- 
 terest of five thousand dollars. 
 
 I give unto my friend and attorney, D. W. Lawblower, the 
 interest of five thousand dollars. 
 
 I give unto my friend, H. G. Quillstick, the interest of five 
 thousand dollars. 
 
 I command my executor to keep the sum of twenty-five 
 thousand dollars (now deposited, subject to his draft, in the 
 Newburgh Savings Bank) invested in government bonds or on 
 real estate, the proceeds of which he is to joay semi-annually 
 to the persons above named. 
 
 It is my wish that they continue to constitute the Rainbow 
 Club. It is my will, that when a vacancy occurs in said club 
 by death, that such share as belonged to the person dying, 
 shall be equally divided between the survivors, in addition to 
 what they previously had, and so on until there be but one 
 member left, and to such last survivor I give the said principal 
 sum of twenty-five thousand dollars, but only in case my said 
 son should already have died, leaving no wife or legal issue. 
 Should my said son leave any surviving wife or legal issue, it 
 is my will that they should receive my son's semi-annual divi- 
 dend. If at the death of the last surviving member of the said 
 club, a wife or any legal issue of my said son should survive, 
 
A PICTUEE OF LIFE. 117 
 
 it is my will that to them shall go absolutely, jointly and 
 equally the said twenty-five thousand dollars. 
 
 I direct my executor to pay all my just debts promptly. 
 
 I hereby nominate, constitute and appoint Daniel W. Law- 
 blower to be executor of tliis will, whom I request to confer 
 with my son in all matters pertaining to my estate. 
 
 To all of which I sign my name, 
 
 John Kainbow. 
 Witnessed by, 
 
 J. Jones, H. Brown. 
 
 The proceeds were deposited (subject to draft) in 
 Goshen, Newbnrgh, Walden and Middletown, as these 
 banks are managed by those liaving mind, manners 
 and mone}^, as the writer well knows. 
 
 The son was happy, and begged his brothers to 
 aid him in fulfilling the hopes of his parents. The 
 Club prospered on the thousand dollars that every 
 half year came into its treasury. 
 
 At its expense the old mansion was modernized ; 
 and the grounds and outbuildings wisely adorned. A 
 veranda sustained honeysuckles, sweet columbines, 
 while Virginia creepers and wisteria- ascended to the 
 roof. The parlor was made to resemble that of Sir 
 Walter Scott's, of Abbotsford. It became head- 
 quarters. Over its entrance was this motto from the 
 father's will. 
 
 " In summer provide for winter. 
 In life prepare for death." 
 
 The prosperity of the club elevated it in public 
 
118 A PICTURE OF LIFE. 
 
 esteem. The office of the Town Press was enlarged, 
 and editorials were taken as genuine gospel, while the 
 lawyer hinted at Congress. The village parson, Dr. 
 Paul, gave his dividend to his adopted Jennie. The 
 club cherished the memory of their benefactor, and 
 his portrait adorned the club room, over the chair. 
 
 The poor were not forgotten, whether Protestant 
 or Catholic or Hebrew. By aid. of citizens, reading- 
 room, library and lectures were sustained. Trees 
 were planted on the highways, prizes given in the 
 schools, and generous dinners given so as to elevate 
 the thought, and cheer the heart. 
 
CHAPTEH XVIII. 
 
 "TTXE propose to make an advance of nearly a year 
 ^^ in our Kstor j. Have we not had a busy season 
 in tliis 1874? We have told you of the organization 
 of the club in the welcome month of May. We have 
 recorded their travels and adventures during the 
 summer. We have reported their debates in full ses- 
 sion, and recited the scenes of the death and burial 
 of the father, and detailed his generous legacy. The 
 romantic history of Jennie has been portrayed, and 
 the secret divulged that Milton the sou, was falling 
 in love. We are now at the beginning of winter, and 
 what shall we do about it ? You say, " Suppose we 
 jump over it?" Agreed, with all my heart. Now 
 we have done so. 
 
 But the young people went through the winter, 
 not over it. They attended the singing schools, and 
 social parties. They had their sleigh-rides, during 
 which the moonbeams played coquette with the 
 lovers, and the lovers with each other. They had 
 their festivals, and w^ent out to lectures and enter- 
 tainments. Parties journeyed to the cities, to attend 
 the opera, while others sported in the social gathering 
 
130 A PICTURE OF LIFE. 
 
 playing "hunt the slipper," "going to Boston," and 
 jolly " Copenhagen." Besides, the serious services of 
 worship were not neglected. 
 
 Early in the spring of 1875 the club convened. 
 The son had truly mourned for his father, but time 
 dulls sorrow, and 'tis best. The natural gayety of 
 his disposition remained, but it was more elevated 
 and refined. 
 
 Chairman. — Gentlemen, I welcome your presence 
 here to-night. Winter, with its comforts and discom- 
 forts, has retreated, leaving joyous spring in full pos- 
 session of the field. My dear nephew seems gath- 
 ering strength for the battle of life. He has enjoyed 
 the bright example and priceless counsel of his father 
 and mother, of whom remains precious memory. My 
 nephew, pray be attentive while we hold up before 
 you still again, the noble characters of our National 
 History, ]^ext year is the Centennial. Your wel- 
 fare is constantly before us. Remember Franklin, 
 the Patriot Philosopher. 
 
 Major Phiwp. — Let me speak for John Adams, 
 and Thomas Jefferson. I also commend the courage 
 of old Putnam. 
 
 Mr. Galloway. — Don't neglect Marion and his 
 men, E-ichard Henry Lee, Charles Carroll of Carrol- 
 ton, and Patrick Henry. Imitate the heroes, and be 
 fully prepared to go to the Centennial Exhibition 
 
A PICTURE OF LIFE, 121 
 
 next summer, and shake hands with all Africans one 
 hundred years old and over, who held "Washington's 
 horse, and ran for the doctor when there was sickness 
 in the family. 
 
 Bainbow, — There is sickness in my family, I am 
 sick. I have a deep-seated and mysterious malady, 
 that has not reached its height. 
 
 Chairinan, — Nephew, you pain me thus to speak. 
 Are you in sport ? 
 
 Hainhow. — No, never in deeper earnest. 
 
 Chairman, — Good Doctor Chloral, prescribe, lest 
 worse he grow. 
 
 Doctor. — I see no buff upon his tongue from 
 fever, but I detect within his eye, fear of rebuff from 
 a maiden. 
 
 Chairman. — Keep us no longer in suspense. Tell 
 us what is wrong with hira. 
 
 Doctor^ snuffing. — "Wrong? Nothing is wrong. 
 The poor fellow is in love. 
 
 Major Plumjp. — He should tell his trouble. It is 
 my opinion plump. 
 
 Rainbow. — If love be trouble, I'm in trouble. 
 Heaven knows I am in love. Yes, I'm on fire, and 
 all the w^aters on the globe cannot put me out. Every 
 fibre of my being calls for the maiden I must have 
 or die. 
 
 {Cries of " name A<ff> name herP) 
 
122 A PICTUEE OF LIFE, 
 
 Bainlow. — The graces call her Sister, mortals, 
 Gypsy Jennie. 
 
 Doctor.^ — It pays to get a wife worth caring for. 
 I prescribe you pop the question. 
 
 Rainbow. — Alas ! how can I till I'm taught. 
 {Cries for " Mr. Galloway^ he always Icnows 
 what to say.") 
 
 Mr. Galloivay. — JSTo teaching required. It is a 
 natural gift. The marriage question is like com on a 
 stove. When it gets hot enough, the question pops 
 itself. 
 
 Mq^or Plump. — Are you really anxious to wed 
 Jennie, adopted daughter of the village parson? 
 Why not take Miss Gabriella Gold-dust, who has 
 seven maiden aunts, all rich ; and a grandmother 
 with twenty thousand, and the phthisic, all of which 
 you'll get. 
 
 Rainbow. — Kever, even if every hair of her head 
 hung with jewels. Give me the girl of my choice. 
 To-morrow, I send the final challenge. 
 
 Mr. Galloway. — It is my advice, to avoid all 
 challenge, much better to fall upon your knees, and 
 beg for mercy. 
 
 Rainbow. — Rashly she may throw herself away to 
 a fellow from the west. 
 
 Mr. Galloway. — Be watchful. When she throws 
 herself away, catch her in your arms. 
 
A PICTUKE OF LIFE. 123 
 
 Chairman. — E'ephew, forget not thy manhood. 
 Eemember this blazing noon of the nineteenth cen- 
 tury. More I cannot say, save this, remember thou 
 art immortal. 
 
 Rainbow. — There is a better life. Help me, good 
 friends, to find it. 
 
CHAPTER XIX. 
 
 Scene, — ^A Room at Clover Hill Parsonage. 
 
 (Enter Jennie^ 
 'TTT'ELL, well, well, what a strange life I lead ! 
 ' ' Oh mv dear, but unknown mother, art thou 
 living or dead ? And raj father, I must have had a 
 father, but who ? Oh that I had a brother to give me 
 counsel. How I would lean upon his shoulder, look 
 in his face, and love him. Will I ever know why my 
 mother left me at Farmer Grey's ? I would not pry 
 into the book of fate. Have patience, oh my soul, 
 perhaps the leaves may of themselves open most gra- 
 ciously. Do I love this cheerful, witty Rainbow? 
 Yes I do. His very oddities are pleasant, while to 
 his manly gallantry my heart doth make obeisance. 
 Yes, I love him. Does he love me ? He says he does. 
 'Tis hard to think one's lover is a liar. 
 
 {A hioch is heard at the door,) 
 
 Jennie. — All things make me tremble; what now 
 I wonder! {Opens the door.) 
 
 Servant. — There is a colored boy without, whc 
 bears a letter for thy hands alone. 
 
A PICTUEE OF LIFE. 125 
 
 Jennie. — Bid him come in. 
 
 (Enter Pompey Ccesar.) 
 
 Boy. — Miss Jennie, de gentleman who sent dis 
 letter, am weriy anxious. I heen acquainted wid 
 him fust an last, more dan considerable. He is first 
 quality of No. One. He gub me a gineine dollar to 
 do dis business correct. Dars de letter, good-bye to 
 your ladyship. {Boy retires — Jennie reads.) 
 
 '■^ My Precious Darling. — This very night, at eight o'clock, 
 I shall beseech you to bid me live, by saying yes ; or sign my 
 death warrant by a fatal No. Till then in hope, but hopeful 
 or despairing, Ever yours, 
 
 Milton Rainbow." 
 
 Jennie. — Comes now, sweet summer laughing o'er 
 the hills, or hideous winter with its sullen train ? Say 
 I yes, what be I then ? S.ay I no, what be I now ! 
 These hours are brief. I'll weigh this question in the 
 scales of counsel and of prayer. {Exit Jennie.) 
 
 Our readers will see at a glance, that we are treat- 
 ing of delicate affairs. The sacred surroundings of 
 courtship are usually like some gentleman's park, or- 
 namented with the placard, " No trespassing allowed 
 here." 
 
 But as it is to be presumed, some natural curiosity 
 may exist as to how these romantic lovers revealed 
 their sentiments, we will disclose what we know. But 
 before doing so, we will say, that after reading her 
 
126 A PICTUKE OF LIFE. 
 
 suitor's message, like a prudent daughter, Jennie told 
 her adopted parents. Dr. Paul and wife. 
 
 "We will just here record our opinion, that among 
 all the difficult positions in this world, there are few 
 more difficult to be filled acceptably, than that of a 
 clergjmian's wife. 
 
 Though not expected to preach ; if she attend 
 some meeting on Monday ; go to Bible class on Tues- 
 day ; the church lecture Wednesday ; the sewing-cir- 
 cle Thursday ; prepare for festival for Friday ; lead 
 female prayer-meeting Saturday ; teach colored infant 
 class Sunday ; why she is a martyr, and speedily van- 
 ishes. But if she heed her own home, she is thought 
 exclusive. 
 
 Mrs. Paul was of this latter class. She shared the 
 parish work with the other ladies, but said she mar- 
 ried her husband, and not the entire congregation. 
 Being decided and wise her advice was precious. 
 
 Mrs. Paul surveyed Rainbow's proposal with a 
 woman's eye, and smiled. 
 
 It is now eight o'clock in the evening. Jennie 
 enters the parlor of Clover Hill parsonage. She ar- 
 ranges the furniture, sets flowers on the mantel, 
 smooths her attire and waits. 
 
 Hark ! a loud rap is at the door. 
 
 Jennie, — My, my. Lord Eainbow is urgent to- 
 night. 
 
A PICTURE OF LIFE. 127 
 
 Jennie opens the door, Eainbow enters and taking 
 her by the hand says, " Ah, my pretty page, I owe yon 
 one." {Kisses her) 
 
 While this was transpiring, the parson, Eev. Dr. 
 Panl, stepped forward and said, " Why, Mr. Kainbow, 
 what are you and my daughter doing ? " 
 
 Milton replied," We are living according to St. Paul, 
 where he says, * Greet one another with a holy kiss.' " 
 
 Dr. Paid. — I fear it was none of Paul's kisses ; 
 but one of your own getting up. But Pll not in- 
 trude. {Exit Minister.) 
 
 Having entered the parlor, a few moments were 
 spent in converse on the topics of the day, such as 
 views of present, and surmises of future weather, 
 club, parish and village news, which are wondrous 
 factors in problems of conversation. 
 
 Ere long Milton Rainbow made bold to speak. 
 
 Rainbow. — Jennie, my darling, suspense is pain- 
 ful. You've had another week. Your father, mother, 
 heaven itself have been on the jury, what is the ver- 
 dict % Will you marry me % 
 
 Jennie. — Be seated, sir. I cannot answer your 
 seemly question in unseemly haste. Marriage, 'tis 
 well to ponder well. 
 
 Rainbow. — You are so wise, you must be all phi- 
 losophers in one. I'm a lover now. Will you marry 
 me, — or — no ? 
 
12S A PICTUKE OF LIFE. 
 
 Jennie. — Are yon quite certain my nncertain 
 birth will not make winter of me to thy tonch, when 
 love's first June is over? for I was dropped from 
 fate's bundle at a farmer's door. 
 
 Bairibow. — Yes, I am certain. Some I admire, 
 but you I love. Many are good, but you are best. 
 If need be I will swear. 
 
 Jennie. — It is not good to swear. I'll take thy 
 word. 
 
 Bainhow. — And I'll take thine, will you be my 
 wife? 
 
 Jennie. — YeSj I will. 
 
 Bainhow. — 
 
 Then the night is oyer, and the day is come. 
 
 As help to keep my vows, I ask 
 
 From oflf the manna of thy lips. 
 
 One slight repast. {He kisses her.) 
 
 Folly, farewell ; I'll solve life's problem nobly as I can. 
 
 And strive henceforth to be a man. 
 
CHAPTEH XX. 
 
 Wedding of Kainbow and Jennie. 
 
 rr^IME, which brings all things on, soon brought 
 -■- the appointed wedding. Kever did a fairer 
 morning ripen into a brighter day. Jennie slept the 
 sleep of the angels all night, and not until the fairy 
 fingers of morning had been sometime tugging at her 
 eye-lids, did she come back from dreamland to be 
 married. Ah, what a host of hopes and fears arise on 
 one's wedding day ! The young man proudly resols'es 
 to be true, but what does the maiden think? 
 
 Alas ! alas 1 that ever man, 
 
 Should woman's trust betray, 
 Love saved his life by saying yes, 
 
 When fear would answer, nay. 
 
 The committee was early on the ground, making 
 needful preparations. The beautiful grassy knoll 
 north of the Rainbow mansion, was swept clean and 
 soft as a Brussels carpet. About ten o'clock the peo- 
 ple began to gather, in accordance with the following 
 notice published in the Town Press: 
 
 The Wedding Ceremony of Milton Rainbow and Jennie, 
 will take place at Noon, on the 20th day of May, 1875, in the 
 
 6* 
 
130 A PICTURE OF LIFE. 
 
 open air, at the Rainbow Mansion. All who wish them well, 
 are invited to be present. 
 
 By order of the Bairibow Club, 
 
 By eleven o'clock the adjoining orchard was well 
 filled. By the time the great clock in the heavens 
 marked noon, the company seemed an army, listening 
 to the steam voice waking the echoes of the Wallkill 
 Valley. The view from the spot is charming. Tow- 
 ering mountain, winding river, nestling village, 
 smoking cottage, fairy nook, all cast their tribute into 
 the treasury of tliis magnificent prospect. 
 
 A sound of music was heard, and then six beauti- 
 ful girls, arrayed in white, and singing sweetly, issued 
 from the house, and after a short walk, stood upon the 
 lawn on the summit of the hill. Then six young 
 men leftjthe house, walked forward, and each took a 
 girl by each hand, and formed a ring. 
 
 Then Rev. Dr. Paul came on, followed by Kain- 
 bow and Jennie. They walk to the summit, the ring 
 opens, and over the hushed multitude ris^s the voice 
 of prayer. The parties join hands, and in the sun- 
 light, in presence of God, angels, and men, Rainbow 
 and Jennie are wedded. 
 
 At a given signal, the famous old field piece called 
 the Bison, was fired from a neighboring hill. Then 
 the village bells rang out, while the people cheered. 
 The ring around the bride and groom breaks into 
 
A PICTURE OF LIFE. 131 
 
 fragments, singing and dancing. The groom kisses 
 his bride, the young people, God bless them, kiss 
 one another, and the cup of joy is full. 
 
 But quickly the scene is changed. On the green 
 grass, covers are spread for a rural picnic. From 
 innumerable baskets are taken the materials for a feast. 
 The children store away a marvelous amount of food in 
 their miraculous little stomachs. The afternoon hours 
 glided away in varied diversion. The day was fading 
 ere the last of the company wished long life and hap- 
 piness to Rainbow and his bride. Lawblower, as 
 Attorney General to the club, said the marriage con- 
 tract was equally binding on both sides. Quillstick 
 promised to embalm the day in one of his ablest edi- 
 torials, while Mr Galloway, who always capped the 
 climax, " hoped that the sky of their futurity might 
 be spangled by an indefinite number of little Eain- 
 bows." 
 
CHAPTER XXI 
 
 T"N the dim light of the stars a dark complexioned 
 -*- man is urging a clergyman to follow him. 
 
 They advance but a few steps at a time, then stop, 
 engage in earnest conversation, and move on. The 
 minister halts. 
 
 Gypsy. — Halt not, thou man of God. The case is 
 urgent. The old woman cannot die till she has re- 
 vealed some dreadful secret of her life. 
 
 The minister advances a little space, then halts 
 again. 
 
 Gypsy. — Did I not say halt not? I swore to 
 bring you, and I will. 
 
 The gypsy takes minister roughly by the shoulder. 
 
 Minister. — Force me not. I have strong muscles 
 and hot blood like thee. 
 
 Gypsy. — What hast thou then to fear ? 
 
 Minister. — I fear treachery, darkness and death. 
 
 Gypsy. — There is no thought of treachery. As 
 for darkness, let this glittering dagger give thee light. 
 {draws a dirk) And as for death, by all my father's 
 gods I swear, this thirsty steel shall drink thy blood, 
 if ye but halt again. 
 
A PICTUKE OF LIFE. 13^ 
 
 Minister, — Heaven guide me in this solemn hour. 
 Thou ^* hast me on the hip," I'll go. 
 
 After the May wedding, the parties took possession 
 of Rainbow mansion. The groom at once struck a 
 dramatic attitude and said, 
 
 " Byron hath nobly sung — almost 
 
 * Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean, roll, 
 Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain, 
 Man marks the earth with ruin, his control 
 Stops with the door ; inside doth woman reign.' " 
 
 The Bride. — Sir, your doctrine is orthodox, may 
 your conduct exemplify it. I too have heard wild 
 Byron sing, 
 
 " Man's love is of man's life a thing apart, 
 'Tis woman's whole existence. Man may range 
 The court, camp, church, the vessel and the mart. 
 Men have all these resources — woman one, 
 To love again, and be again undone." 
 
 The married life so happily begun, was happily 
 continued. The bride bore her honors with gentle 
 dignity, making her home a heaven. Near the mid- 
 dle of the honey-moon, Lawblower made this inquiry, 
 "Brother Milton, what think you of the married 
 life?" 
 
 The happy groom responded, " It is the only life, 
 others are ways of not living." 
 
 Uncle Solomon, with a merry twinkle in his eye, 
 warned him against becoming too happy, and added, 
 4* 
 
134 A PICTUEE OF LIFE. 
 
 " Kephew, this is a changeable world, and we have 
 all got to die." 
 
 The nephew replied, "Uncle, that is true, we 
 should prepare for death, but if Aunt Jemima should 
 drop off, you might look around for another woman 
 instead of dying." 
 
 At this moment. Jennie the bride coming in, wel- 
 comed the friends, then turning to the groom, while 
 a smile lit up her face, said, "And what doth my lord, 
 my husband, wish of his wife." 
 
 " Bravo," said the editor, while the lawyer sighed. 
 
 Jennie was pleased shortly to add, " Gentlemen, 
 walk in to dinner, where you shall have something as 
 acceptable as compliments and more satisfactory. At 
 the table, it was decided that the newly-married cou- 
 ple should proceed at once upon their wedding trip. 
 
 They were ingeniously proclaimed too young to 
 venture out alone, and Quillstick and Lawblower were 
 detailed as guard. 
 
 Whereupon the chairman, Solomon Rainbow, 
 Esq., with a gallantry that adorned his sex, volun- 
 teered to cherish the widows and children during 
 their absence. 
 
A' 
 
 CHAPTER XXII. 
 
 Rainbow and Jennie on their Wedding Trip. — 
 Mutual Discovery of Brother and Sister. 
 
 S the golden gates of day, " opened at tonch of 
 dawn," the sun rose unextinguished from his 
 ocean bed, and smiled upon the Rainbow Club, the 
 members of which had assembled just in time to bid 
 the sun and one another a cheery good morning. 
 
 In two hours more, (as swift-winged as a pair of 
 carrier doves) Rainbow and Jennie, Quillstick and 
 Lawblower, stepped from the Montgomery platform 
 to the cars, which hastened to New York, where, in 
 varied diversion the day w^as lost. 
 
 When Night lay down to sleep, and Morn rose up 
 to play, the club decided to visit that lovely arena, 
 where Nature and Art vie in friendly strife, the boast 
 of New York, the gem of America, Central Park. 
 The travelers began the day unconscious of the thrill- 
 ing scenes to be witnessed ere it should rest. 
 
 Having entered a carriage, the friends were driven 
 rapidly northward through the broad avenues to the 
 entrance gate of the Park. Ah ! but here are sights 
 
136 A PICTUKE OF LIFE. 
 
 worth crossing an ocean to see. Broad, level driving- 
 ways, hedged in by marvellous shrubs and smooth 
 foot-paths fringed with flowers. 
 
 Here splendid coaches are rolling, yonder gay cour- 
 tiers and ladies are whirling like fairy figures on 
 steeds that are proudly prancing. The carriage con- 
 taining our travelers, sweeps past the sweet Lake of 
 Yenice, where gondolas are playing, and past the 
 charming Eamble. Now Prospect Hill is reached, and 
 Quillstick's telescopic eye sweeps round the circle, 
 gathering up those images destined to adorn some 
 able editorial in a future number of the Town Press. 
 The Commissioners of the Park had lately put upon 
 its list of wonders, a miniature establishment, called 
 " The Old Times Cottage," with its full quota of neat 
 little farm buildings, and a well of water, with its old- 
 fashioned bucket and sweep. 
 
 At this well, the carriage containing the Rainbow 
 Club had now stopped. Milton at once gets out, 
 and having given to Jennie and the friends, and the 
 driver a cooling drink, he stands with his hat in one 
 hand, and a cup of water in the other. 
 
 Just at this moment, another carriage, a magnifi- 
 cent one, slowly comes up to the spot where Milton is 
 standing. At once he had one of his revelations and 
 loudly calls, "i?<?, every one that thirsteth, stop and 
 drink." At the sound of the word " Ho," the horses 
 
A PICTURE OF LIFE. 137 
 
 stopped, and the persons inside the carriage qnickly 
 looked out. The incident was so unique in its char- 
 acter and effect, that the gentleman within, with 
 much good humor, directed the driver to halt a 
 moment longer. 
 
 In this carriage were two persons besides the 
 driver. One was a young gentleman about twenty- 
 two years old, and a young lady hardly as much as 
 twenty. They were both richly dressed, especially 
 the lady, who wore over her head a bridal vail. 
 
 Milton, with all that headlong assurance so natural 
 to hot-blooded Americans, addressed the strangers as 
 follows : " Friends, you see before you a portion of 
 the Eainbow Club. As for myself, I am Eainbow of 
 Orange, all the year round. I was about to drink to 
 the health of Jennie, my bride." 
 
 The young man in the carriage exclaims, " Halt, 
 my worthy friend, till I come near you, and while 
 you drink to the health of your bride, I will drink to 
 mine." The two young men touch glasses and drink, 
 while the brides w^ave their handkerchiefs, and bow 
 to each other, and the bystanders cheer. 
 
 jRainhow to the stranger. — Sir, I told you my 
 name, please tell me yours. 
 
 Stranger, — My name is Eobert , of ITew York. 
 
 My father is a merchant of the world. 
 
 Rainbow. — I hear your words with sorrow, for as 
 
138 A PICTURE OF LIFE. 
 
 we touched our glasses, I caught an expression in your 
 face that sent an electric thrill to my linger tips, and I 
 thought if my wife has a brother in the world, you 
 are that brother. But as you belong to a wealthy 
 family, while my wife (though all the world to me) 
 was born a gypsy, it is impossible. 
 
 Robert. — Kot impossible as you think, for I am 
 only an adopted son. You married a gypsy girl, my 
 wife married a gypsy boy. 
 
 Here Jennie, who had been listening with rapt at- 
 tention, suddenly turned pale, and was saved from 
 fainting by a glass of water. 
 
 The group stood around, and glanced from one to 
 another, and whispered, " they seem of kin, for they 
 have similar eyes, features, voice and figure." 
 
 Milton was the next to speak, and in tones tremu- 
 lous with emotion inquired of the stranger if he 
 could give any account of his early life. 
 
 Robert made answer, " I was left by my parents in 
 the New York Home for Friendless. They stated to 
 the authorities, so I have since learned, that though 
 born in a gypsy camp, I am not of gypsy blood. 
 Whether my parents are still living I know not, but 
 I have heard they called once at the Home after I 
 had left it, and spoke of a little daughter they had 
 left at a farmer's house." Here Jennie became over- 
 powered and gradually sank to the ground. 
 
A PICTURE OF LIFE. 139 
 
 Her husband sprang forward to catch her, ex- 
 claiming, " Help, help, she is fainting, she is dying." 
 Then looking on her pallid face he cried out in agony, 
 " Oh, my God, she is dead." 
 
 Kobert's wife, named Alice, then sprang from the 
 carriage and sprinkled water on Jennie's face, and 
 gave her a breath from one of those reviving little 
 bottles that prudent ladies always carry with them. 
 
 Soon she revived enough to say, " Oh, my husband." 
 
 Rainbow. — My darling, come back to me and life. 
 
 Robert. — My friend, perhaps my sister, open your 
 eyes on me. 
 
 Jennie, — Brother, there is my hand. 
 
 Rainbow. — Give him your heart as well. 
 
 Jennie. — How can I, husband ! thou hast that. 
 But why did ye wake me quite so soon. I had a 
 vision. "Was it my mother ? And, oh kind heaven, 
 that I might have seen her face ! 
 
 {Suddenly Jennie swoons again ^ 
 
 Rainbow. — Help, help, she's gone again. 
 
 Alice. — Fall back, oh friends, and let her rest. 
 Body and soul will wake refreshed. 
 
 Jennie quickly revives and says, " Thank God, I'm 
 back to stay. All doubt is gone. You are my brother." 
 
 Robert. — Kind friends, come home with me. My 
 father's princely heart and mother's queenly smile will 
 bid you welcome, and their house shall blaze with joy. 
 
CHAPTER XXIII. 
 
 STRAKGE indeed, were the feelings of Eainbow 
 and Jennie as they entered the royal dwelling 
 of the world's greatest merchant. 
 
 This gentleman through a long life of unparalleled 
 devotion to business, had been retiring in his manner 
 and choice in his friendships. But he was at once 
 drawn to Jennie. His keen eye that had long been 
 drilled to inspect the texture of silks and velvets, to 
 notice similar shades of color, and fix the true stand- 
 ard of value, is now directed to scan the figure and 
 soul of this bright and pleasant bride, and compare 
 them with those of his adopted son. He pronounced 
 them brother and sister. 
 
 Strange had been the opening buds of their fate, 
 but the blossoms are beautiful and we hope the fruit 
 will be pleasant. 
 
 First we had Jennie in the gypsy camp, an infant* 
 Secondly, we had Jennie in the house of Farmer Grey, 
 a child. Thirdly, we had her at Clover Hill parson- 
 age, a maiden. Fourthly, we see her in the highest 
 circles, a bride. Will she become dizzy with eleva- 
 
A PICTURE OF LIFE. 141 
 
 tion, spoiled by flattery or haughty by prosperity ? 
 We will see. 
 
 It was generously proposed by the to give 
 
 at their mansion a banquet and jubilee in honor of 
 Robert's newly discovered sister. The proposal was 
 gratefully accepted and cards were dispatched to 
 special friends of the host and hostess, relatives in 
 Boston and Ciiicago, well preserved families of !New 
 York and environs. 
 
 The Rainbow Club of Orange County, and friends 
 from Brooklyn, Yorkville, and New Jersey, with rep- 
 resentatives of city and vicinity press appeared in full 
 force. 
 
 Even if we had the space, yet we would not do 
 violence to the retiring tastes of the family by a 
 minute description of this elegant banquet. "We will 
 merely mention the soft music that floated on the 
 perfumed air, the many lights spreading the bright- 
 ness of day throughout the dwelling, the polished 
 ushers, the spacious and elegant apartments adorned 
 with rich vases, carpets, paintings and festoons of 
 flowers. We will not report minutely upon the mag- 
 nificent attire of the ladies, or the diamonds that 
 flashed the fadeless brightness born ages ago. We 
 would just speak of the kindness and cultured grace 
 with which host and hostess entertained the guests. 
 
 When the sumptuous feast and varied entertain- 
 
142 A PICTURE OF LIFE. 
 
 ment was over, tlie guests were called together in the 
 grand parlor. 
 
 By request, Rev. Dr. Paul came forward and said : 
 Valued Friends : 
 
 It is my joyful duty to quiet quivering hearts. In 
 the hour of night I was lately called to the bedside of 
 an aged gypsy woman, who lay dying. The strange 
 guide threatened my life if I delayed, and I was 
 constrained to follow him. I found her raised on 
 pillows in a gypsy wagon, where she made this, 
 
 DYING CONFESSION. 
 
 Sir, near forty year ago, my husband and myself 
 were in Windsor, England. Being childless, our cov- 
 etous eyes fell upon a lovely little girl, whose nurse 
 daily took her out to get her cheeks painted by the 
 sun. While the nurse was busy, here and there, we 
 stole the child by stratagem. We hid it for a season 
 in the wilderness of London, and then hastened to 
 America. The kingdom rang with calls of the 
 father for his child, even as now in America for 
 Charlie Ross of Philadelphia. Within a year after 
 our arrival in this country, my husband enticed a boy 
 sleeping in a house of entertainment. We strove to 
 make the children believe that they were brother and 
 sister, but they were a little too old, and remembered 
 the incidents of their earlier life. 
 
A PICTURE OF LIFE. 143 
 
 As they grew up to maturity, nature asserted the 
 truth, and they hasted to a judge of Civil Law, by 
 whom they were married. They returned to our 
 gypsy camp, and lived with us several years longer. 
 But although we treated them with the greatest kind- 
 ness, which they repaid by kindness in return, still 
 time could not blot out. the lessons of infancy, and 
 their whole nature rebelled against our wild roving 
 life. In fact the young woman, who would go by no 
 other name than Mary, made her husband swear that 
 their children should not be allowed to grow up as 
 gypsies. 
 
 Their first child, a boy, was left at some house of 
 charity, in the city of New York. The second and 
 last child, a daughter, was left at Farmer Grey's. 
 That is your adopted daughter Jennie. At this time 
 my husband's mind was soured against them, and he 
 vowed vengeance against the farmer's life and prop- 
 erty if they kept up any intercourse with this child. 
 Soon the father and mother left the camp, and never 
 returned. Take this little box. It contains one of 
 two lockets that were around the neck of the girl we 
 stole. Let it not be opened, save in Windsor. 
 
 Having thus spoken, the old woman covered her 
 face with a blanket and I departed. In the morning 
 the band had departed, no one knew whither. 
 
 The merchant stepped forward and said; "I 
 
144 A PICTURE OF LIFE. 
 
 rejoice in being able to offer that which not only 
 confirms the statement of the dying woman, but 
 throws new light upon it. The facts to which you 
 have just listened, were revealed to me in confidence, 
 when by ocean telegaph I caused the files of English 
 papers to be searched, with the result received to-day. 
 
 Dear Sir : — We have searched the records, and find that 
 forty years ago, Capt. William Blake commanded the ship Pro- 
 pontis, which was attacked by pirates, who were driven off by 
 the courage and skill of a young Kentuckian named Boone. 
 Boone married the captain's daughter, and lived on the estate 
 at Windsor. Their only child, a beautiful little girl named 
 Mary, was stolen from the Park. The mother soon grieved 
 herself to death, but the father Jonathan Boone, and the aged 
 grandsire Blake are still living, the latter is infirm, the former 
 straight and active. 
 
 The merchant resumed, "I make this proposition, 
 let Kainbow and Jennie, Robert and Alice, cross the 
 ocean at once, and on these American golden eagles, 
 fly to their mother's early home, for I value money 
 only to do good with it. To the brave son-in-law, 
 and the gallant grandsire, let the long despaired of 
 consolation come at last." 
 
 They sailed on the good ship Bothnia, of the Cu- 
 nard Line. Dr. Paul gave the locket, and prayed, 
 " heaven grant you joyous union with your kindred, 
 and a safe return." Jennie said : " Fear not, sister 
 Alice, God reigns on the sea, and there is Boone blood 
 in Robert." 
 
CHAPTER XXIV. 
 
 ri iHE king of the sea was merciful. Having ar- 
 -■- rived on British soil the four Americans pro- 
 ceeded to Windsor. Leaving the ladies in the car- 
 riage, Rainbow and Robert entered an inn, well kept 
 hy a rubicund landlord. Several draymen were dis- 
 posing of ale and cheese, while with quivering voice 
 Robert said, "Is there living in this town an aged 
 Captain Blake ? " 
 
 Landlord, — Aye, there is. 
 
 lioherL — Know you his son-in-law, Jonathan 
 Boone ? 
 
 Landlord. — God bless you, yes. He is my land- 
 lord. Every time a child dies he lowers the rent, and 
 now alas, children and rent are next to nothing. 
 
 Robert. — Had he a child stolen, many years ago ? 
 
 Landlord. — Aye, aye, the sweetest girl of Wind- 
 sor. 
 
 Robert. — If she still live, I know not ; but she is 
 my mother and the mother of this man's wife. Go ye 
 first to the captain, and to Jonathan Boone, who is my^ 
 grandfather, break the news gently. We will follow 
 with wives and proof. 
 
146 A PICTURE OF LIFE. 
 
 Scene in the Mansion of Captain Blahe, Windsor, 
 England. 
 
 A white-haired bowed old man is in his well-stuffed 
 chair. It is Captain Blake. A well-preserved man 
 of sixty is arranging a warm shawl over the Captain's 
 shoulder. It is Jonathan Boone. 
 
 Boone. — Father, you rested well, nerve up, and 
 take some food. 
 
 Blake.— 'NsLj my son. My body is well nigh past 
 feeding, but my soul has feasted on a vision that will 
 bear me through. I saw my daughter Helen enter 
 that door, looking as she did on the morning you mar- 
 ried her, forty years ago. But my son she came as 
 another man's wife, not yours. 
 
 Boone. — Dreams are fickle prophets, but tell me 
 how he seemed ? 
 
 Blake. — He was of a slender, nimble figure, and 
 what is stranger still, Helen's brother seemed with 
 her, she had no brother. 
 
 A knock is heard, and the landlord enters. 
 
 Landlord. — Good cheer, good people. I see the 
 Captain is on deck to-day. 
 
 Blake. — N"ay, John, not on deck. I'm in the 
 cabin sick, soon to be tossed down the plank into the 
 6ea. 
 
 Landlord. — Mr. Boone, I would have a word in 
 private. 
 
A PICTUKE OF LIFE. 14? 
 
 As the two depart, a waiting-maid offers the 
 Captain food, but he declines, saying, "A sink- 
 ing ship cannot take even gold on board. Kate, 
 you have been a good girl, you shall have your 
 reward." 
 
 Jonathan Boone now returns, bringing Kainbow 
 and Kobert. 
 
 Blake exclaims, " These are the men I saw, but 
 where is Helen ? *' 
 
 Boone leads up Jennie and sa^^s, " Tell me who 
 this is ? " 
 
 Blake. — I know not who she is, she seems like 
 Helen ; but it is growing dark. Light the candles, 
 Kate, my head is turning. 
 
 Loving arms catch the Captain ere he falls. One 
 raises a window, another fans him. Boone gives him 
 cordial. 
 
 The Captain revives, gazes wildly and says, " Am 
 I dreaming still ? Keep nothing back. I have long 
 lived in darkness. I would die in the light." 
 
 Boone. — Father, our little Mary was stolen by 
 gypsies. She grew up and was married in America. 
 This Bobert and Jennie are her children. Whether 
 Mary be living they know not, but look, they have 
 brought back one of the lockets Helen put on 
 Mary's neck. See, here is the Pirate Scene on the 
 Propontis, 
 
148 A PICTURE OF LIFE. 
 
 Blake, — It is enough. Lord have mercy. Come 
 to my arms, my darlings. 
 
 Kobert and Jennie clasp him. Group stand weep- 
 ing. The Captain dies. 
 
 Boone.— T>eair father, tender and brave, farewell. 
 How much better his fate, my children, than those 
 who leave no good record on the earth, and send none 
 up to heaven. 
 
 The death of Captain Blake made a profound im- 
 pression. Fate had twined the destiny of English 
 Blake with American Boone. Perhaps the destinies 
 of the two nations are joined as well. The British 
 people felt a thrill of sympathy, showing the harp of 
 nature plays one strain. As is well known, Yictoria, 
 Queen of England and Empress of India, has a castle 
 in Windsor. 
 
 The forest, the lake, the river, the drives, the prox- 
 imity to London, and all its opulent associations, make 
 Windsor precious in Victoria's eyes. All that touches 
 the heart, or concerns the welfare of Britain, concerns 
 the noble Queen and royal family as well. In her car- 
 riage, down she caiile to the mansion, and as a sove- 
 reign, praised the faithful dead, and as a tender mother 
 consoled those who wept. With her jeweled hand, 
 that still bore the ring pledging eternal love 'twixt her 
 and noble Albert, she touched the coffin. With the 
 other she pointed to the body, saying, *^ My children, 
 
A PICTURE OF LIFE. 149 
 
 'tis well for Princes to pay homage, where Death 
 holds court. Eemember, in the kingdom whither he 
 is gone and we are going, only christian virtue changes 
 to unending royalty and righteousness is bliss. Of all 
 the noble deeds of life, most noble to live long and 
 well, this Captain Blake has done." 
 
CHAPTER XXV. 
 
 The Bueial of Captain Blake. 
 
 r I iHE bells of Windsor toll — The procession appears 
 -*- — The band plays dirges — Soldiers in English and 
 American colors entwined — Archbishops with robes — 
 Casket with pall and bearers — Robert, Jonathan Boone 
 and Alice — Rainbow and Jennie — Relatives and 
 Friends — High Mobility — Naval officers and Sailors — 
 Servants and Tenants — Soldiers — Band of music. 
 
 Picture 1. — Opening of Parliament — In the House 
 
 OF LOEDS. 
 
 Some of the grandest earthly sights are dreadful. 
 Such are the horrors of an earthquake, belching of 
 volcanic fires, a ship in flames, the rush of a tornado 
 or the fury of a siege. But there are also grand 
 sights, beautiful and pleasant, such as the opening 
 and closing of the Gates of Day, the spangled robe of 
 Night, and the verdant garb of Spring. 
 
 Prominent among the scenes of joyful grandeur, 
 are justly reckoned those in which a loving people 
 take a new sovereign to their breast. The true glory 
 
A PICTURE OF LIFE. 151 
 
 of such a spectacle lies not in the wealth of waving 
 banners, the loud call of trumpets, thunder of cannon, 
 nor the flashes of jewels on coronets and crowns ; but 
 rather in the sense of security that pervades the nation. 
 Few scenes surpass in dignity the opening of the Brit- 
 ish Parliament by Queen Victoria. Light stepping 
 heralds precede Albert Edward, Prince of Wales, who 
 appears escorting the princess Alexandra. 
 
 The assemblage rises to do them honor, while the 
 Princess fair and gentle takes her seat, and the Prince, 
 in the dress of a Field Marshal, over the robes of a 
 duke, becomes seated on the right of the throne. 
 Then the nearer approach of majesty is proclaimed 
 by heralds, whose dresses are radiant with purple and 
 gold, as the sunlight comes into the House of Lords. 
 
 The great oflScials of the British Court come next, 
 then the Premier with robe of scarlet and noble duke 
 bearing the crown. Amid a reverent silence comes 
 Victoria. 
 
 With gentle dignity the punctual Queen advances 
 to the throne, followed by her graceful daughters, the 
 Princesses Louise and Beatrice, w^ho arrange the er- 
 mine drapery about the person of her Majesty. 
 
 The attire of the Queen was dark velvet and light 
 fur. She bore ample sleeves, and a widow's cap, on 
 which shone the crown, while the Koh-i-noor diamond 
 burned on the imperial breast, as with grace she wel- 
 
152 A PICTURE OF LIFE. 
 
 corned the faithful Commons, who welcomed their 
 faithful Queen. The Lord Chancellor takes on bended 
 knee, the Queen's speech, which is read from the 
 throne. Then bowing to Lords and Commons she 
 leaves the throne. The eminent assembly rises up 
 while the well-beloved royal matron disappears, and 
 the inspiring pageant vanishes from the eye, but ever 
 shall remain in memory as a Bright Picture of Life. 
 
 Picture 2. — In Windsor Cattle. 
 
 But the scene to which we now invite attention, 
 although destitute of some of these grand features, 
 will we trust make amends by cheerful variety. The 
 time is soon after the burial of Blake, the place is 
 Windsor Castle. 
 
 Near the centre of a spacious and elegant apart- 
 ment, her Majesty, Queen Yictoria is seated. In front 
 is a marble table, and around are noblemen intent on 
 the welfare of the British realm. 
 
 Her Majesty began the colloquy as follows : 
 
 " My lords and gentlemen : I desire your counsel 
 in regard to the journey of my son Albert, Prince of 
 Wales, to my possessions in India, and to express the 
 approval by the crown of the great American Centen- 
 nial to be held next year in the city of Philadelphia." 
 
 A Nobleman. — The suggestions of your Majesty 
 are timely and important, but ere their consideration, 
 
A PICTURE OF LIFE. 153 
 
 I beg leave to say, that a certain young American, 
 Rainbow I think, by name, has been invited to enter- 
 tain us with his cute wit and rustic manners ; doubt- 
 less at the door, he waits. 
 
 Victoria, — Let the waiting American be admitted. 
 
 Officer. — Please your Majesty, there is no Ameri- 
 can w^aiting at the door. 
 
 Lord Blank. — He was invited, but declined ; and 
 with mock thanks. 
 
 Victoria. — He is a relative of Blake, with story 
 quite romantic. Report doth call him poet and phi- 
 losopher. Albert, my son, send thou Sir Charles at 
 once, with gentle art. To make his coming sure, 
 write thou a message. Be careful how thy words are 
 marshalled, for Americans can scarce endure what 
 Bavors of command. 
 
 Prince Albert. — It shall be done. 
 
 Lord Blanh. — I know this American quite well, 
 and I can sketch his outline in advance. At first he 
 will have airs, you'll see. IN'ot being able to keep up 
 the style, he will, in his weak closing words, proclaim 
 himself a clown. 
 
 Picture 3. — In the Mansion of late Captain 
 Blake. 
 
 Present, Jonathan Boone, Robert and Alice, Rain- 
 bow and Jennie. {Enter Sir Charles.) 
 7* 
 
154 A PICTURE OF LIFE. 
 
 Sir Charles. — Kind greeting from the court, to all 
 this house. My mission most concerns this son of 
 Orange. {Gives Rairibow the letter^ 
 
 He reads, 
 
 "Rainbow of Orange will be welcomed in Windsor Castle. 
 Dispensing with ceremony, he will be greeted as a friend, as 
 well as a representative of a brave and generous people. 
 For Victoria, and the Royal Court, 
 
 Albert. 
 Windsor, 1875. 
 
 Baitibow to Jennie. — "What saith Eainbow's 
 Queen? Shall he one hour, hold court with Brit- 
 ain's? 
 
 Jennie. — My husband, go. Thou art a poet, speak 
 thou pleasant words. Also a philosopher thou art, 
 let thy pleasant words be wise. Thou art a member 
 of Columbia's noble house. Go meet the Queen, the 
 Court, the Prince, but meet them as a Prince. 
 
 Picture 4. — Queen Yictoeia's Court. 
 
 A Herald clad in gold. — Sir Charles and ward 
 await the royal pleasure. 
 
 Victoria. — We will grant them speedy audience. 
 
 Chancellor. — Let not England be unhorsed in this 
 tournament of wit. Bid them come in. 
 
 Quee7i. — Art thou a Rainbow ? 
 
 Hainlow. — Thanks to my sire, I am. 
 
 Queen. — What sort of a Rainbow art thou ? 
 
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 Rahibow. — Such as thou seest, such am I. 
 
 Queen. — Well that is bright and clever. Speak 
 out, and by thj boldness win our commendation. 
 
 Raiiibow, — Pardon me. Had I not better step 
 with caution, than cross the line 'twixt boldness and 
 rashness, and thus offend your Majesty and the Court. 
 
 Queen. — Be free to speak. Have I not said, dis- 
 pense with ceremony ? 
 
 Rainhow. — 'Tis true. Suppose the sun should 
 say, dispense with gravitation, could the earth obey? 
 Queens may command and Commons should obey. 
 But Who made Queens and Commons marked the 
 way. 
 
 Queen. — Be not so stately if you please. {To the 
 court) — Lead him some merry vein. He waits for 
 that. 
 
 Chancellor. — What think yon of England ? 
 
 Mainhow. — Much every way, but chiefly this. Its 
 future is ahead. 
 
 Chancellor. — What was the temper of your people 
 when you left ? 
 
 Bainlow. — Midway between a Sheffield razor and 
 Damascus blade. 
 
 Chancellor. — We hear sad stories of your nation. 
 Ministers, secretaries, bankers, to put it mildly, are 
 much suspected. 
 
 Eainhow. — It is the will of God, that men be led 
 
156 A PICTUKE OF LIFE. 
 
 astraj. Suns be eclipsed, angels to demons tnrned, 
 but only demons at the fact rejoice. Extravagance, 
 speculation, villainy, are the vile progeny of a fearful 
 war, which by our people, shall be scorned with tears, 
 as they their second century begin and close. 
 
 Chancellor, — Who think you, will be your next 
 president % 
 
 Rainbow. — One of two men, who both love peace. 
 
 Chancellor. — But the election may become a tie. 
 
 Rainbow. — Then Court Supreme will cut the 
 Gordian knot. 
 
 Chancellor. — What is your American Constitution 
 based on ? 
 
 Rainbow. — On Kevelation. 
 
 Chancellor. — Pray tell me, on what sort ? 
 
 Rainbow. — The vision of the prophet Ezekiel, of 
 a wheel inside of a wheel, and the revelation to 
 Franklin and Jefferson of political truth. We have 
 thirty-eight wheels, revolving inside the great wheel 
 which we call Uncle Sam. 
 
 Chancellor. — Since Boston is the hub, you hear 
 the earth squeak on its axis I suppose. 
 
 Rainbow. — Ko sir, we keep it quiet with petrole- 
 um oil. 
 
 Chancellor. — 'Yankees, they say, can live on cider 
 and asking questions. Assert your title and ask us some. 
 
 Rainbow. — The liquid comfort is invisible, but 
 
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 let that go. When will your debt be paid, when will 
 the London fog clear off, and Ireland throw the shille- 
 lah down ? 
 
 Chancellor. — Our debt will be paid on demand, 
 when due ; will yours ? The London fog will clear, 
 as the wind turns. And Ireland smoke the Pipe o£ 
 Peace when South Carolina does. Ask me more 
 questions. 
 
 Queen. — IN'ay, my good chancellor. Albert, thou 
 wast to his home, and kindly kept. Now speak thou 
 gently. 
 
 Albert^ Prince of Wales. — My cousin, most welcorao 
 to England. How fare our friends across the water ? 
 
 Rainbow. — As all the world over, some living 
 wise and happy, some like fools. 
 
 Queen. — Mark well his words, my son ; they vehi- 
 cle the truth. 
 
 Albert^ Prince of Wales. — Thou hast the name of 
 poet ; consider now, thou hast an eager audience. 
 
 Painbow. — 
 
 Well, well, do I remember, 
 
 When riding up Broadway, 
 *'The Prince of Wales is dying," 
 
 I heard the people say. 
 
 Thank God, the Prince recovered, 
 
 They broke the fever's spell, 
 Columbia and the world rejoice. 
 
 The genial Prince is well. 
 
168 A PICTURE OF LIFE. 
 
 Bnt still the truth is clear, 
 
 A-dying was the Prince. 
 Yes, all the living sons of men, 
 
 Are dying ever since. 
 
 When from her mighty throne 
 
 Thy mother doth step down, 
 And Albert on thine head, 
 
 Reposes Britain's crown — 
 
 Stay wisely mild, oh king, 
 Wise using all the things 
 Kind given by our Sire, 
 All potent King of kings. 
 
 Finished the game, the king, the pawn, 
 
 In one common box are thrown. 
 How dire, to enter the dread portal, 
 
 Penniless, graceless, yet immortal. 
 
 And what I say to thee, great Prince, 
 
 I say to all the world. 
 With manly majesty, rule well 
 
 The wondrous empire of thyself. 
 
 Albert. — The memory of thy counsel shall not die. 
 Patiently and lovingly I wait my time. 
 
 Queen. — Young Western bard, thou speakest 
 weighty words. 
 
 JRainbow. — Yictorious Yictoria. Britain and self 
 thy realm. Mother of kings and queens, all people 
 are thy children. All history softer for thy reign. 
 I know peace makes lean record, better far men's ribs 
 than pension rolls be fat. Sheltered by sea, and com- 
 forted by sun, when sounds great Gabriel's trump 
 
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 Great Britain's work be done. Thy husband's body- 
 sleeps beneath the sod, his spirit hovers near to thee, 
 and God. 
 
 Queen. — Thou hast mj thanks. {To Sir Charles) 
 Bear him away. But he hath set a Kainbow in my 
 sky, that never more shall fade. {To Hainhow) 
 And yet a moment hold ; bear thou this pearly neck- 
 lace set in gold to her who bears thy name and shares 
 thy fate. 
 
 Bainbow. — Thy gift is precious as the breath from 
 off the rosy cheek of June. 
 
 Queen, — I do not counsel it, yet if thou wish, wine 
 shall be given thee. 
 
 Hainhow. — Great Queen, health's foaming tank- 
 ard and thy royal smiles enough intoxicate, without 
 the treacherous cup. Ere I depart, one moment for 
 my land I crave. 
 
 Queen. — Thou hast it freely given. 
 
 Rainlow. — Next year their Centennial Exhibition 
 my people hold in Philadelphia. Yiew with your 
 ever welcome nation this fairest bloom of civilization. 
 
 Chancellor. — If heaven spare Britain, Britain will 
 be there. 
 
 Rainbow. — Aye, spared she'll be, I know, for this 
 and more centennials yet to come. What's much, 
 our well-wooed fields shall feed us all. What's more, 
 America and Britain and fair France, firm Prussia, 
 
160 A PICTURE OF LIFE. 
 
 strong Russia, free Italy, sure Germany, neighborly 
 Brazil and Austria, sliall bear aloft the torch of wise 
 liberty, so that humanity may read its rights. And 
 now and ever, mighty God, bless all whom liberty 
 loves, and all who love liberty. Kind Queen, dutiful 
 Prince, and gracious Court, farewell. 
 
 {Rainbow retires with, Sir Charles) 
 
CHAPTER XXVII. 
 
 Death and Burial of the Generous Merchant. 
 
 A H, what a magician is time. The raising up of 
 -^-^ a full-grown brother and sister, and the dis- 
 covery of grandfather and great-grandfather surpassed 
 the wonders of India. 
 
 Leaving Jonathan Boone to settle the estate, the 
 four friends recrossed the ocean and were welcomed 
 at home. 
 
 On New Year's eve, 1876, all American cities and 
 villages were full of loud-sounding, bright-flashing 
 patriotism, hailing the Second Century of Indepen- 
 dence. Cannon thundered on the public squares, 
 while banners and music enlivened the streets. 
 Dwellings were illuminated. The boys danced around 
 their bonfires, girls looked on and smiled, ladies 
 clapped their hands and thanked God for Washington 
 and Liberty. 
 
 Soon joyous spring bloomed again in the garden 
 of time. But alas, alas the frosts of age had chilled 
 the blood of the merchant, yet he rallied, for he had 
 cherished his health. But the summons of the Con- 
 queror cannot be evaded. Electric fire flashed over 
 
162 A PICTURE OF LIPE. 
 
 all the world the death of the millionaire. In all 
 dwellings, warmed by furnaces or fagots, the same 
 degree of coldness is marked on the thermometer of 
 death. Yonder npon the household stem a sweet bud 
 bloomed, then fell ; but in this marble palace has fallen 
 the stem itself. 
 
 Silent and helpless reposed all that was left of him 
 at whose word, with God's consent, ships anchored 
 or sailed, mills turned or stood and thousands rejoiced 
 or feared. 
 
 Like all men he was born, like most he married, 
 and died. But he deserves more on his tomb than 
 " Hie jacetr To his bazaars people came to trade ; 
 now to his house they come to bury. Editors, min- 
 isters, doctors, lawyers, merchants, operatives attend 
 the obsequies of him who was famed for honor, enter- 
 prise and success. The widow broke a costly box of 
 floral alabaster. The preacher spoke of his quiet faith 
 that would survive his life, and the charity that would 
 extend far beyond his death. 
 
 The next morning the factory wheels revolved 
 again, the spindles began to hum, silks and all goods 
 were revealed, and toil continued as before. Romulus 
 founded Eome, Cecrops Athens, and their dust sleep 
 near them. One founded Garden City whose dust 
 and that which was precious to him will rest in the 
 lap of a memorial church. 
 
CHAPTER XXVIII. 
 
 Opening of the Centennial Exhibition. 
 
 A CCORDING to announcement long made, the 
 -^^-^ Exhibition at Philadelphia was formally opened 
 on Wednesday, May 10, 1876, in the presence of a 
 vast and patient audience. 
 
 The ceremonies were magnificent and successful. 
 At nine a. m. the gates were opened and one hundred 
 thousand persons entered the enclosure during the 
 first hour, and two hundred and fifty thousand during 
 the first day, thus surpassing all previous openings of 
 a fair. 
 
 Upon a vast stage in front of Memorial Hall were 
 a host of dignitaries and guests, while led by Thomas 
 the vast orchestra of one hundred and fifty instru- 
 ments and eight hundred voices rendered twenty 
 national airs and " Wagner's Centennial March." 
 
 Then the venerable Bishop Simpson offered, like 
 King Solomon, 
 
 A PRAYER OF DEDICATION. 
 
 Oh Thou God of our fathers, we come on this glad day into 
 these courts with thanksgiving, and these gates with prayer. 
 
164 A PICTURE OF LIFE. 
 
 "We thank Thee for this land veiled from the ancient world, 
 but revealed to Thy chosen people whom Thou didst lead 
 through the billows of the deep. "We thank Thee for the 
 fathers, men of mind and of might, who laid on truth and 
 justice the structure of freedom. We praise Thee for the clos- 
 ing century, for the immortal Washington and his grand asso- 
 ciates, for the heroism which under Thy blessing led them to 
 success. We thank Thee for social and national prosperity, 
 for valuable discoveries and inventions, for schools free as the 
 morning light, for books and periodicals, for art and science, 
 for freedom to worship Thee. Bless all the people and this 
 celebration. May it draw the nations together. 
 
 Preserve our national guests. Bless the women of America 
 and may their intelligence and purity increase the glory of 
 Christian elevation. May our Republic be strengthened in 
 every element of true greatness and acknowledge supreme al- 
 legiance only to the King of kings. And unto Thee our 
 Father, through Him who is the light of men, will we ascribe 
 the glory, now and evermore. — Amen. 
 
 Instantly afterward there rose a grand burst of 
 melody, from organ, orchestra and voices singing 
 Paine's music to " Whittier's Centennial Hymn." 
 Then General Ilawley, President of the Commission, 
 and John Welch, Chairman of the Board of Finance, 
 presented the Exhibition to President Grant, who 
 accepted in the name of the American people, and 
 Buck's noble Cantata was given with Lanier's unique 
 Poem. Hereupon the stars and stripes were floated 
 from the tower on the Main Building and the instru- 
 ments and voices rolled forth the sublime strains of 
 the Hallelujah Chorus. One hundred iron bulls of 
 
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 Bashan bellowed from George's Hill — bells were 
 ruDg— the people cheered, Columbia smiled and the 
 Centennial Exhibition was opened. 
 
 The President of the United States, and Dom 
 Pedro, Emperor of Brazil, put their hands on the 
 lever of the vast Corliss engine. The monster caught 
 his breath and moved, and many acres of machinery 
 moved also. The crowd dispersed to the various 
 buildings. 
 
 As for the city of Philadelphia, it may be said 
 that in the evening, its many homes were crowded 
 with guests from all lands, its tables bent with the 
 weight of good cheer, its windows blazed with mill- 
 ions of lights, and its great heart right royally was 
 proud. 
 
CHAPTER XXIX. 
 
 The Centennial Fourth of July, 1876. 
 
 nnHE patriotism of the American people was won- 
 -^ drouslj aroused by the ceremonies of the fourth, 
 and by the display of the previous evening. Through 
 all the cities of the Union, midnight was ablaze. 
 Stars were dimmed by costly and complex pyrotech- 
 nics. The illuminations were not confined to the 
 public buildings, nor the costly edifices of trade, nor 
 the mansions of the rich, but the poor patriot put a 
 candle in his window and cheered. 
 
 No American town was in darkness. The city of 
 !N"ew York, on that memorial night, surpassed in 
 brilliancy any illumination ever attempted by man. 
 Philadelphia has the honor of the Exposition, but the 
 metropolis surpassed all the Centennial glories, save 
 that, in the volcanic invasion of the air by battalions 
 of rockets and the gorgeous glowing of multitudinous 
 Chinese lanterns, and the miles of processions congre- 
 gating in acres of humanity, on Union Square. 
 
 Broadway was a Nile of glory, pouring its tides 
 of splendor from the Hudson to the Sound. A hun- 
 
A PICTURE OF LIFE. 167 
 
 dred thousand people cheered, the orderly step of 
 fifty thousand in line, while the elaborate adornings 
 surpassed the dazzling festivals of London, Rome, or 
 Paris. The regiments of soldiers and hosts of police 
 were quiet features of the scene, for without a touch 
 of a bayonet, or even a harsh word, the people were 
 loyally merry. 
 
 The Fourth of July is a great day in every year, 
 but this Centennial was regarded with unusual vheme- 
 ence. After a night spent in jubilant fury, the dawn 
 was met by firing of cannon and the ringing of bells, 
 bells, bells in all the American towns. Grand pro- 
 cessions moved, headed by marshals and bands of 
 music, followed by cavalry and infantry, orator, poet 
 and historian, civic societies with appropriate banners, 
 uniformed fire brigades, veterans of the wars, with 
 flags, citizens and music. 
 
CHAPTER XXX. 
 
 Rainbow Club to Centennial in coach and four. 
 
 A S we have said, the national enthusiasm was 
 -^-^ aroused by the ceremonies of the fourth. It 
 was as though a torch had touched a ])undle of tinder. 
 From all parts of the land rose the cry, " On to the 
 Centennial." The Rainbow Club joined cry and chase, 
 for in full session said Mr. Galloway, 
 
 "Gentlemen: — Washington, Jefferson and Lafay- 
 ette never traveled on railroads, patriots should go as 
 patriots went, the Rainbow Club should go to Cen- 
 tennial in a coach and four." 
 
 The major added : *•' Correct, it is my opinion 
 plump." 
 
 Suffice it to say, four spirited but well trained 
 horses were procured. The forward two were bay, 
 the hind ones were white ; and as the body of the 
 coach was painted blue, with flags and emblems liber- 
 ally delineated on the running gear, fore and aft, the 
 red, white, and blue was fully carried out. Early on 
 a September day, 1876, over the town of Montgomery, 
 there was revealed the miracle of morn. Solomon 
 
A PICTURE OF LIFE. 169 
 
 Kainbow and Jemima, and Major Plump, Mr. and 
 Mrs. Galloway entered the coach. Elias drove, with 
 Pompey Csesar at his side. Crack went the whip, 
 round went the wheels, on went the Rainbow Club to 
 the Centennial in a coach and four. 
 
 The neighbors saluted them with many cheers. 
 As they swept past Gypsy Dell, they received rousing 
 plaudits, and one said if he had a tar barrel, he'd burn 
 it. The flying steeds soon reached Middletown, and 
 halted at Saccharine's Tavern. After dinner, (the 
 horses having been fed and watered,) the coach with 
 the club rolled down the road to Unionville, accompa- 
 nied by clouds of dust, barked at by innumerable 
 dogs, gazed at by stout Minisink farmers from their 
 fields and by beautiful Minisink matrons and maidens 
 with their bright eyes, red cheeks, and pearly fore- 
 heads, from doorways and gardens. 
 
 Soon the spires of the Unionville churches come 
 in view, and the smoking horses and quivering coach 
 come thundering in front of the Metropolitan of the 
 town. Out rushed the landlord with faultless linen on, 
 and up sprang Major Plump, saying : " Here we are 
 three patriots, two ladies, one Jehu, and one Ethio- 
 pian. And how are you off for the necessaries of 
 life?" 
 
 Landlord, — By the great Caesar, we have 
 plenty. 
 
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170 A PICTURE OF LIFE. 
 
 Next day they dined well at Deckertown, and 
 then pushed on to Newton, one of the finest towns of 
 northern New Jersey. The birds bore the news, for 
 when coach and four, with the Centennial banners 
 flying, neared the place, a merry crowd was at its 
 wheels, children from the schools, mechanics from the 
 shops, merchants with gold spectacles, and a motley 
 group of yelping Jersey dogs rushed out, for the cry 
 was " The Rainbow Club is coming." Some persons 
 thinking the coach an advertising dodge, inquired: 
 " Where do you show ? and what's the price of 
 tickets?" 
 
 Aunt Jemima darted fiery glances through her 
 perifocals, while the chairman maintained his philo- 
 sophic dignity. Men and boys followed into the 
 livery and examined every hub and spoke, and gazed 
 in wonder at the heroic devices adorning the body of 
 the coach. At length came Philadelphia, and Fair- 
 mount Park, crowned with two hundred Centennial 
 Buildings, some lofty and long, with cornices, arcades, 
 and towers, blazing with flags in the noon-day sun. 
 
 The other friends praised the Railroad corpo- 
 rations for good conveyance, low fares, and cour- 
 teous treatment. Such gentle touches make life glad. 
 No grander scene ever blessed human vision, than 
 from Penn. Railroad Depot. Every species of archi- 
 tectural magnificence was in view. Grand in size, 
 
A PICTURE OF LIFE. 171 
 
 comely in proportion and finish, the Centennial Build- 
 ings, showing mosques, turrets, banners, signalled the 
 progress of the world. The American people had 
 aroused themselves for the task, and all difficulties 
 went down beneath the shock of their courages 
 
CHAPTER XXX. 
 
 Scene in Main Hall — Centennial Exhibition 
 Dr, Paxil. — 
 
 Oh God Almiglity and most just, 
 Yet merciful, in Thee we trust, 
 While these grand scenes unroll. 
 We thank Thee for the power of sight, 
 By which this flood of joy so bright, 
 Pours in upon the soul. 
 
 Jennie. — 
 
 Thou rich bouquet of fairest blossoms, 
 From all earth's gardens freshly drawn. 
 Thou comest welcome as the dawn, 
 Columbia's Century Plant to grace. 
 In Philadelphia's Fairmount vase. 
 
 Alice. — 
 
 The skill and wisdom of the age combine, 
 To form this diamond on the land of time. 
 
 Robert. — 
 
 'Tis rather an Olympian Game we see — 
 I ask the judges. " Which runs best?" 
 They answer, " All the world's abreast." 
 
 Solomon Hainhow. — Pray let an old man speak. 
 
 The family of nations come with gifts 
 
 To deck their sister's house, upon her natal day. 
 
 My heart with streams of joy doth run — 
 
 By prudent marriage — my dear brother's son 
 
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 Hath from tlie sleep of Folly been awoke ; 
 And binds liis neck to duty's yoke. 
 Nephew — the occasion calls for record, 
 Speak kindly to the gathered world. 
 
 Milton Raivihoio. — 
 
 Fair Europe, Asia brown and Africa; 
 
 And all ye islands of the deep. 
 
 We welcome you and all ye bring. 
 
 Now first comes mighty Britain as is meet, 
 
 Bearing rich paintings from her Windsor walls. 
 
 With napkin woven by the royal hand: 
 
 And etchings 'broidered by a princess' band, 
 
 And many wonders from a wondrous land. 
 
 Ah, London — Capital of time 
 
 So wise and populous— sublime ! 
 
 Steaming Liverpool — Manchester whirling 
 
 Birmingham — Sheffield , Kidderminster, 
 
 Edinburgh, Glasgow, Paisley, Bristol, 
 
 Dublin, Cork and Limerick, 
 
 All ye great towns have sent great gifts. 
 
 Which are accepted, with great thanks. 
 
 To draw the eye, one picture never fails — 
 
 Frith's Marriage of the Prince of Wales. 
 
 Henceforth may war's tide never run 
 
 'Cross Wellington's fair land and Washington. 
 
 Now doth the beautiful great France 
 
 In comely majesty advance. 
 
 Thou bringest wine this feast to crown. 
 
 Still memory's lips and eyes are wet 
 
 With fragrant thoughts and dewy tears 
 
 For mutual hero Lafayette. 
 
 niustrious Paris, gay and grand 
 
 With nimble foot and open hand, 
 
 Silken Lyons and Bordeaux, 
 
 Havre, Marseilles and Monaco, 
 
 On the great sea, o'er which ye sailed 
 
174 A PICTURE OP LIFE. 
 
 With gales above, and rocks below. 
 Ye kept stout heart, and sunny face 
 'Mid plenitude of woe, 
 Now stepping from her crystal throne 
 Fate offers thee a starry crown. 
 
 Vast Germany, thy sky doth blaze 
 With happy homes and princes brave ; 
 Ye cherish thoughts of other days 
 To nourish deeds all strong to save. 
 While strong in muscles — kind in looks, 
 Heaven bless the Germans at their books. 
 The students may possess the air, 
 The people bring the gifts of care — 
 Germania vase and quaint old German ware. 
 Clocks of Black Forest and sweet odors rare. 
 
 How swift hath Prussia to the foremost front 
 With banners flying most tremendous come — 
 Thy mighty guns, a clouded glory gain, 
 But pure the garlands of thy porcelain. 
 
 Hail Austria — well done ! 
 Thou hast a sparkle of old Hapsburg pride 
 Born where the Danube pours his tide. 
 We take thy gifts with many thanks 
 Wheel grand Vienna in the ranks ; 
 Hail Kossuth — gallant Hun ! 
 
 Vast nation of the Czar and great of heart 
 Where deeds are done ; thou dost thy part. 
 Like a huge army thou dost hold the North, 
 Electric robes of fur thou sendest forth 
 To symbolize the heats that rest 
 For kind America, in Russia's breast. 
 
 Welcome fair Italy — within whose Hall 
 Art keeps a constant carnival. 
 And fairy Naples — antique Rome, 
 Where all the world delight to roam — 
 
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 Thy heart good Father is aglow 
 
 With love thy rich Mosaics show. 
 
 We hail thy kindness, Modern Greece, 
 
 And wish thee bravery and peace. 
 
 Despite divines, with righteous wisdom crammed — 
 
 Holland is saved by being dammed. 
 
 Thy sturdy shoulders keep away the sea. 
 
 Thy sturdy virtues keep all shame from thee. 
 
 Free land of Tell — thou standest well 
 Upon thine Alpine base. 
 Thy sons scarce hold the watch of gold 
 That times the human race. 
 
 Thanks, honest Denmark, brave and true — 
 And Babel-speaking Belgium too. 
 
 Norway and Sweden, on thy land 
 Is peace — though whirlpools sweep the strand. 
 Home of Columbus — grand old Spain — 
 After thine ebb, thy flood may come again. 
 And pleasant Portugal accept our praise 
 For kind remembrance of other days. 
 
 Asia now charms our eyes — 
 Asia so vast and indolent, 
 Asia so old and opulent. 
 And full of mysteries. 
 
 Dark tinted Africa, we cannot say. 
 
 Thou art as thou hast been alway — 
 
 For Orange Free State struggles into day. 
 
 Egypt antiquitous — thou Palace of the Nile ; 
 
 Tomb of the Pharaohs — stay a while. 
 
 Rich gifts, requesting we be friends 
 
 " The oldest people to the youngest sends." 
 
 Welcome Lord Duflferin and Canadian show — 
 Welcome Brazil — welcome Pedro. 
 At home ye diverse speak — taught from above. 
 Speak here one dialect of love. 
 
176 A PICTURE OP LIPB. 
 
 Down in the mighty Valley of the Past 
 
 Rise complex scenes of splendor and of woe — 
 
 Columbus staggering o'er a doubtful sea 
 
 Then landing on a bright but threatening shore. 
 
 Then Jamestown's slender huts and smokes arise. 
 
 Then Plymouth holds the May Flower to its breast. 
 
 The scene unfolds of tears and plans — 
 
 Of Indian hate — towns burning in the night. 
 
 And yet the Colonies do wide expand. 
 
 The air grows heavy with the weight of War ; 
 
 Seven years of tempest : then a precious calm 
 
 Freighted with praise to God, and Liberty to man. 
 
 Now turn we from the former times away 
 
 To glowing Panorama of To-day. 
 
 In this consummate age of mighty men 
 
 All are so grand that few are heroes known — 
 
 No Caesar in the field — nor in the schools 
 
 Demosthenes or Socrates doth blaze ; 
 
 No Chatham — no Webster — no Clay ; 
 
 For stars are dim, when all is day. 
 
 Nigh rended Union hath the stronger grown ; 
 
 W hat once was oak, is changed to stone. 
 
 Upon the channel of the Coming Time 
 
 I see all nations in a squadron move. 
 
 The channel narrows when the Stream of Time 
 
 Pours in the Sea of Immortality. 
 
 The ships go in — an Angel from the heights 
 
 The golden heights of Heaven, comes down and waves 
 
 The striped and starry banner over all — 
 
 Dra\TO back the night — lets in the day 
 
 And from Millenial gates rolls the high rock away. 
 
 All hail ! bold Maine — thou Alpha of the States, 
 
 The North Star of the Union — 
 
 Stand thou New England of our land a type 
 
 A mountain stable, sunly-crowned and green. 
 
 With sweet and ample verdure ever blessed. 
 
 And solemn, awful grandeur ever crowned ! 
 
 Historic Realm — the world doth reverence stall 
 
 Thy Robe of Glory won at Bunker Hill ; 
 
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 And shall to thee with homage turn, . 
 
 Till Earth's last flame the records burn. 
 
 Ne'er slept in Harvest, Boston, old or young. 
 
 When for the steel-clad reapers old South rung, 
 
 'Twas on a corner of her street — a friend of Britain said : 
 
 Beware how you annoy the King — the sky seems red. 
 
 " Aye red with blood of tyrants, blushes of the shamed 
 
 I know," 
 So spake the brave Bostonian, a hundred years ago. 
 '* Take my advice," said Britain's friend, " go slow." 
 " Tell ye the whirling sun, go slow, 
 Tell ye the ocean pulses, beat ye slow. 
 Tell ye the winds woke by tornado call, go slow. 
 When sun and tides and winds obey thee. 
 Then will I go slow. 
 Till then, whate'er the issue be, 
 I'll take the double-quick for Liberty," 
 So spake the brave Bostonian a hundred years ago. 
 Oh, Providence keep thou true to name. 
 And God will light thee to eternal fame. 
 While lovely Newport crowns the bay. 
 Starry as Night and sunny as the Day. 
 Learned New Haven, let flushed ignorance pale, 
 At the sure mandate of thy mighty Yale. 
 While queenly Hartford, beautiful as good, 
 Shares with the world her daily food. 
 Magnificent Metropolis, New York, 
 Thy regal homes, thy marble halls of trade, 
 Have Broadway inimitable made. 
 Thy Brooklyn arch curves lightly o'er the tide — 
 Art's miracle — the waters to divide. 
 Ye dizzy myriads, who in coming time 
 Shall walk this corridor sublime, 
 God help you faith's steep bridge to climb. 
 I see a group of hardy men. 
 Who cultivate the seas 
 From where the Southern waters boil, 
 To where the Northern freeze ; 
 Returning flush and merry now 
 8* 
 
17S A PICTURE OF LIFE. 
 
 From oflf their briny way, 
 
 With iron halters tie their steeds 
 
 To anchors in the bay. 
 
 Goddess of Jersey, thou Venus art, 
 
 So coy in manner, generous in heart ; 
 
 New York is Juno, Queen of Heaven ; 
 
 Empire and riches to her given : 
 
 Minerva in Massachusetts found 
 
 With love and woven chaplets crowned ; 
 
 Pure honored Pennsylvania, 
 
 Goddess of flame, is Vesta. 
 
 Diana, Queen of Woods, is fair Virginia ; 
 
 Ohio is rich Ceres, goddess of the Harvest ; 
 
 The fates hold Illinois, and the far West ; 
 
 Bacchus in California makes his home, 
 
 Cupid is o'er the Union free to roam. 
 
 Thou monumental Baltimore, 
 
 Fair as the daughters, none could ask for more. 
 
 Richmond and Charleston, high on Glory's roll, 
 
 Thy children's virtue may thy past console. 
 
 Hot-blooded Alabama, what didst thou appease, 
 
 When thy swift moving namesake scorched the 
 
 Alas and bravo echo o'er the glade. 
 
 Alas, the claims existed, bravo, they are paid. 
 
 Bravo, brave Britain, brave honest Britain, 
 
 Bravo, they are paid. 
 
 'Tis thus alone, that man or nation, 
 
 Walks the decks of life an Admiral. 
 
 All hail the coming era of the South, 
 
 When all her bursting springlets in one flood, 
 
 Bear loyal states to grandeur. For her good. 
 
 Her wise, her dutiful, her brave and fair, 
 
 Shall find their longed-for empire only there ; 
 
 Proud Empress of the Gulf, New Orleans vast. 
 
 Shall win time's plaudit at the last ; 
 
 And rich St. Louis on the Mississippi sea, 
 
 Crown western future with her majesty ; 
 
 And now Chicago, Phoenix-like shall rise, 
 
 Aud rush like morning on the wondering skies ; 
 
A PICTURE OF LIFE. 179 
 
 Milwaukee, Cincinnati, Buffalo, 
 
 Shall make the zenith all aglow ; 
 
 But not their light alone, but iSames of gold. 
 
 From all our towns in glory rolled. 
 
 Whose children will in manliness and peace, 
 
 Extol the greatness of this first Centennial 
 
 In their observance of the second. 
 
 Which other guests shall see. 
 
 So may the world roll on, not merely hung 
 
 Like culprit on the gibbet of the sky, 
 
 But bathed in God's own smile, smile back in Spring, 
 
 In Summer fruitful be, while Autumn stout, 
 
 Shall fagots bear to keep the Winter warm : 
 
 Till He who sent it on its mighty round, 
 
 Steps out to take it in his hand again, 
 
 And crowns good lives with everlasting bliss, 
 
 Messiah's banner standing hy the throne. 
 
 Suddenly the speaker beheld one approaching, 
 and himself and Jennie, Eobert and Alice, cried out, 
 " "Welcome, welcome, grandsire Boone." 
 
CHAPTER XXXI. 
 
 OUR last chapter closed with the appearance of 
 Jonathan Boone and the welcome that was 
 given him. Afterwards the club and friends made an 
 examination of the superb Disclosure. 
 
 So grand a boast of jewels well-deserved a royal set- 
 ting of wedded glass and iron. They gaze perplexed 
 at which to wonder most, the buildings, the exhibition 
 or the people. 
 
 Indeed it was a wondrous crowd, buzzing like a 
 swarm of bees, set by the hand of fortune in a Para- 
 dise of sweets, gathering from blooms of art and sci- 
 ence grateful wisdom that shall forever fill the cells of 
 intellect with the nectar of memory. 
 
 There was the African, the long-dweller in Asia, 
 the flexile Frenchman, the ruddy German, the robust 
 Englishman, the active Spaniard, the bright-eyed 
 Italian, the massive Russian, the jolly Irishman, 
 the shrewd Scotchman, the progressive Brazilian, 
 the Indian, the American — all were wondering at 
 the Centennial, covering two hundred and fifty 
 acres. 
 
A PICTUBE OF LIFE. 181 
 
 They view Main Hall 1880 by 464 ft. 
 Machinery Hall. .... . 1402 '•' 360 
 
 Agricultural Building. 820 " 125 
 
 Memorial Hall 365 " 210 
 
 Horticultural Building 383 " 193 
 
 They view Woman's Pavilion and its bewildering 
 array of beauty and utility ; the various State Build- 
 ings ; the Turkish and Japanese Bazars, Yienna Bak- 
 ery, Circular Kailroad and the million objects of 
 interest. 
 
 The Club secured a suite of commodious parlors 
 wherein were held pleasant reunions with valued 
 guests. 
 
 Dr. Paul said "Let it not be told in coming time, 
 that the hundredth anniversary of American Freedom 
 was celebrated by a brilliant assembling of the world's 
 skill, genius and wisdom — lasting two hundred days, 
 yet when the hour struck for the dissolution of the 
 glowing scene, all wonders of land and sea were taken 
 away, and the sages returned to their books— the 
 buildings were leveled, and the ground swept, for the 
 grand exhibition was over and no record remained 
 save in memory and the premium scrolls. 
 
 In answer to invitation there gathered at the 
 Salon de Club the most brilliant minds of the ao*e. 
 Some were professors deep-read in classic lore, some 
 were editors and publishers, who registered the pulses 
 
182 A PICTURE OF LIFE. 
 
 of thought, some clergymen " who allured to brighter 
 worlds, " some deep scientists from across the sea, who 
 announced fanciful theories which they failed to prove, 
 some nominal Eeformers who bewailed this Diamond 
 Age. 
 
 Some morsels of the feast were preserved. One 
 savant who obeyed the call was a gentleman pos- 
 sessed of a type of thought called " The Theory of 
 Evolution." His method was deliberate and guarded. 
 He said, ^'So far as I know, there are only three 
 hypotheses which have been entertained respecting 
 the past liistory of nature. 
 
 One is, that the present order has existed from all 
 eternity. 
 
 This was a favorite fancy of antiquit}^, but in mod- 
 ern times has been discarded, because its verification 
 would require an eternal succession of witnesses, which 
 is not attainable. 
 
 The second theory, is that the present state of 
 things has existed for a comparatively brief period — 
 that it had a sudden origin in definite order during 
 six days according to the Mosaic, or as I choose to 
 call it, the Milton ic Theory. When God said ** Let 
 the earth bring forth the living creature after his 
 kind," the earth obeyed at once, and the animals came 
 up out of the ground. 
 
A PICTUEE OF LIFE. 183 
 
 *' The tawny lion pawing to get free Lis liinder parts 
 At leugtli rose up ; and shook his brindled mane, 
 The tiger threw the soil in hillocks with a yell, 
 The deer pushed head and horns up through the ground. 
 And flocks came through, not only fleeced but bleating." 
 
 There yet remains — The third Hypothesis — The 
 Theory of Evolution. 
 
 That supposes that at any given period in the 
 past, we should meet with a state of things more or 
 less similar to the present; but less siaiilar in pro- 
 portion as we go back in time ; that the physical frame 
 of the earth could be traced back in this way to a 
 condition in which its parts were separated into little 
 more than a nebulous cloud, making part of the com- 
 mon substance into which we should find the sun 
 and the other planetary bodies also resolved ; and 
 that if we trace back the animal world or vegetable 
 world we should find preceding the present fauna 
 and flora, animals and plants not identical with them, 
 but like them, only increasing their differences as you 
 go back in time ; and becoming simpler until eventual- 
 ly we should arrive at that gelatinous mass which, so 
 far as our present knowledge goes, is the common 
 foundation of all life; and whether we could trace 
 that further is uncertain ; but at any rate, the force 
 of science tends to justify the speculation that that 
 could be traced to something common in itself ; and 
 the nebulous foundation of universal matter. 
 
184 A PICTURE OF LIFE. 
 
 " The hypothesis of lEvolution supposes that in all 
 this past progression there would be no breach of 
 continuity but would be like the wonderful series of 
 changes in virtue of which there arises out of that 
 semi-fluid homogeneous substance called an egg, the 
 delicate organization of an animal. That is what is 
 meant by Evolution." 
 
 Dr. Paul then arose and said, "I wish to ask the 
 learned gentleman the question ' Has the principle 
 of Evolution completed its work ; or does the work 
 still go on V " The answer came, *' I suppose it still 
 goes on." 
 
 Dr. Paul resumed, " Is there anything that you or 
 I or our learned neighbors have seen that gives to 
 this principle any probability? Could it act from 
 century to century of modern times unnoticed ? We 
 have the evidence of Historj- — describing horses — 
 sheep — oxen — birds and men, ages ago, similar to 
 those of the present day. It is the province of I^a- 
 ture to be mysterious ; but rest assured the God of 
 Nature will not allow himself to be exiled from the 
 world he made. Let us lift our gaze from this ob- 
 scurity to the glorious idea of the immortality of the 
 soul. We all agree that matter exists. It is not 
 reasonable to suppose that it constitutes its own 
 creator; or that it exists without a creator; but it is 
 consistent with Reason and Observation and Revelation 
 
A PICTUEE OF LIFE. 185 
 
 to believe that Nature originated by the command and 
 exists by the will of an Almighty power called God." 
 
 Then followed candid conversation in regard 
 to the origin of things. Reference was made to 
 Aristotle, Plato and Kant and to the Brahminical and 
 materialistic leaders of the day. At the close of long 
 debate, these learned men, in council, — with all the 
 light of science in the noon of 1876, acknowledged, 
 almost unanimously, that the most comforting and 
 rational mode of solving Creation, Life and Event 
 was to admit the being of one Supreme Power, — the 
 Lord Jehovah — and the teaching of one supreme book 
 — the Bible. After prolonged and delightful session, 
 the Club adjourned for the day. 
 
CEAPTER XXXII. 
 
 01!^ the day following this conference, the members 
 of the Club were gazing on the wonders of the 
 Main Hall. 
 
 In an aisle a little apart, Solomon Rainbow and 
 the lawyer were engaged in an earnest conversation. 
 Soon the two came to where Milton Rainbow was 
 standing; and taking him by the arm, led him 
 up the winding stairs at the western end of the 
 Hall ; and having reached the highest gallery in the 
 Tower, the three stood surveying the wondrous 
 scene below. 
 
 There was the romantic Pagoda of the East — the 
 huge iron enclosures of Sweden — the gilded colonnade 
 of Brazil — the wonders of England, France, Germany, 
 Russia, Austria, America and all the world. They 
 also perceived the ceaseless hum of human voices 
 and constant tread of human feet. 
 
 The uncle turned and said, "Nephew, what 
 thinkest thou ?" 
 
 He answered, " I have the thought of Xerxes who 
 over twenty centuries ago, viewed his army of mil- 
 lions. So do I feel sad as looking down upon this 
 
A PICTURE OF LIFE. 187 
 
 throng, I reflect that in less than a hundred years, 
 this multitude will be dead. 
 
 The uncle said to the lawyer, "Brother, now is 
 the golden moment, thrust in the sickle for the har- 
 vest." 
 
 The lawyer produced a paper and said to Milton, 
 " My friend, your father left this message, to be given 
 in some happy moment." 
 
 Milton opened and read as follows : 
 
 *' My son, when you read these lines, I will be in the Land 
 of Spirits. In the past thou hast fed on the viands of fancy, 
 turn ye, turn ye to the food of the blest. 
 
 Thou and thy fellows will soon be as I am. Lose no time 
 my son ; warn the people to prepare to meet their God in judg- 
 ment. And as thou warnest others, first of all be warned 
 thyself. From thy loving, but departed parent, 
 
 John Rainbow. 
 
 Had a thunderbolt exploded at his feet, he could 
 not have been more startled. He said, "Did my 
 father wish me to become a lay preacher? "What 
 would the world say ? Would it heed my warning, 
 who was late so gay ? " 
 
 The uncle said : " Were not the apostles changed 
 from fishermen, tent makers, and persecutors, into 
 preachers of truth? Was not Bunyan heedless in 
 Bedford?" 
 
 Quickly a rift in the clouds was made, and a beam 
 c f sunlight fell. 
 
188 A PICTUEE OF LIFE. 
 
 The lawyer cried, " Brother, it is a sign from the 
 skies.' ' 
 
 Milton answered : " This is not the first sign. I 
 will contend with heaven no longer. I could sur- 
 prise jou with the wonders I have known. Some 
 day I will tell . you. Henceforth I toil for human 
 good, as God may guide me. My brother, I begin 
 with you, ^' Prepare to meet thy God in judgment." 
 
 The lawyer was amazed at this appeal, but warded 
 off for a time the blow that was in kindness aimed at 
 his heart. 
 
 Out from the baptism of that sunsmile and mes- 
 sao:e came Milton Rainbow serious and devoted ; and 
 by the grace of God and his own will, softly took his 
 place among the immortals. 
 
 While this incident was occurring, there was 
 moving here and there, supported by loving arms, the 
 stately form of Jonathan Boone, who having delayed 
 settling the estate of his father-in-law, Captain Blake, 
 had now come to visit the Centennial and act a noble 
 part. Our friends had secured excellent accommoda- 
 tions in the family of a wealthy Quaker. Among the 
 other boarders were two ladies, whose manners were 
 so quiet, that they might have escaped observation, 
 had not their dignity and gracefulness charmed all 
 beholders. The elder lady was about sixty. Time 
 had gently touched her with his wand. She was of 
 
A PICTURE OF LIFE. 189 
 
 medhim height, and somewhat inclined to be stout of 
 figure. Her hair, which was still abundant, was 
 arranged in curls. Her eves were dark and keen. 
 Her complexion was lovingly warmed by the fresh 
 glow of excellent health. Her manner was courteous 
 with a certain reserve peculiar to the better classes of 
 the south. Her dress was of dark silk, trimmed with 
 lace. She wore a light cap with profuse ribbons for one 
 of her years, but in which she certainly looked charm- 
 ing. She was introduced simply as Miss Sinclair. 
 
 Her companion was younger, (say by twenty 
 years,) and contrasted with the elder. Her modest 
 attire exquisitely set out her handsome figure. Her 
 voice was soft, while her intense language showed 
 lack of early culture. Her manner was restrained, 
 while evincing great regard for her more advanced 
 companion. She was known as Mrs. Bouvier. 
 
 From the first introduction of Jonathan Boone to 
 these two ladies, he seemed drawn to them by an irre- 
 sistible impulse. Boone was sixty-five, but he had a 
 sound mind and body, and warm heart. He was 
 wealthy, but lonely and yearned for a companion. 
 When he gazed on the younger lady, he was in a 
 labyrinth of fancies that faded and came again. But 
 when Boone glanced npon the elder lady, he was 
 smitten at first sight with the charmed arrows from 
 Cupid's quiver. 
 
190 A PICTURE OF LIFE. 
 
 We have said that Boone was moving through the 
 
 Centennial supported by the arms of Jennie and 
 Alice ; but he has now broken away from them, and is 
 at present doing the agreeable to the elder lady in curls. 
 
 Ere long Miss Sinclair said : " Mr. Boone, what- 
 draws you to the English Department? Boone 
 replied : " My dear lady, I have lived there for forty 
 years. My birth-place however, is in Kentucky." 
 
 The lady returned : " Indeed ! Kentucky is also 
 my native State." In her agitation she dropped her 
 handkerchief, and as Boone gallantly returned it, he 
 saw with a thrill, the name of Catherine Sinclair. 
 
 With trembling he inquired as to the county and 
 town. When the response was given, he added : *' In 
 the brick house by the cedar spring?" Smiling and 
 blushing, the lady with curls answered : " The same." 
 Said Boone, '' Do you remember who got you the red 
 apples from the high trees, and the strawberries from 
 the meadow, because you helped in spelling ? " 
 
 " Yes, well do I," said Miss Sinclair. 
 
 Boone could no longer restrain the vehemence of 
 his passion; but taking the lady's hand in his, ex- 
 claimed, " God bless you, darling of my youth. You 
 are little Katy and I am Johnnie Boony ? " 
 
 The reader may well believe that the couple 
 at once became seated in front of the great organ, 
 and told life's story o'er and o'er. 
 
A PICTUKE OF LIFE. 191 
 
 Miss Sinclair's life bad been partly spent in tbe 
 care of soldiers in an army hospital and in tbe joyous 
 charge of her aged parents now at rest. 
 
 Boone inquired as to tbe younger lady by whom 
 sbe was accompanied, and M^as informed, " She is tbe 
 widow of a Union soldier — a captain wbo was killed 
 in battle. I made her acquaintance while we were 
 nurses in the hospital. When about to depart, Mrs. 
 Bouvier fell at my feet and said, " Oh Madam, entreat 
 me not to leave you, for I have no friend beside ! " 
 
 Pleased with her manners and judgment, I took 
 her to my home, where she has been my constant 
 companion. She is contented, but at times a sudden 
 melancholy causes her to weep, when with a kiss, a 
 smile and a snatch of song she becomes herself again, 
 but the particulars of her early life I dare not reveal. 
 
 Boone then w^hispered, " Dear Katy, I have lands 
 and gold, let me be a husband to you, and a friend to 
 the soldier's widow." Flushed with the memory of 
 her girlhood's love, she blushed and whispered in 
 return, "just as you please, dear Johnnie." As Boone 
 related in the evening the events of the day, many 
 were the kisses given to grandsire and to Katy, the 
 sweetheart of his childhood and his asre. 
 
CHAPTER XXXIIL 
 
 KENTUCKY smiled. The late autumn sun 
 threw the rich mantle of yellow light over the 
 brown meadows. The grand Centennial was closed. 
 The Presidential election had been held ; and for the 
 first time resulted in what was practically a tie but 
 decided by commission in favor of Hayes -as against 
 Tilden. From the summit of a hill, a grey-haired 
 man surveys the valley of his youth. He sees the 
 tiny meadow-brook of his boyhood. He sees the 
 changed abodes of his neighbors, and looks toward 
 the village, now grown to a city. The oak tree is 
 gone. The white school house is replaced by a 
 college and the forest is in streets. The grey-haired 
 man and his companions go down the hill toward the 
 dwelling, where once was the green lattice. 
 
 In this Kentucky mansion lights spring up, as 
 the sun goes down. A most agreeable company of 
 neighbors and friends soon gather. The Kainbow 
 Club is represented. 
 
 Milton Rainbow and Jennie, Robert and Alice 
 are present at the wedding of Jonathan Boone and 
 Catherine Sinclair, 
 
A PICTURE OF LIFF. 193 
 
 After the ceremony and the supper (which was 
 opened in profusion and distributed with generous 
 hospitality) the groom said to the bride, " Katy, you 
 promised to give me the history of yom* friend Mrs. 
 Bouvier, as soon as we were married." The bride 
 answered " The woman can tell the story best herself." 
 After some modest reluctance, she took a seat and gave 
 
 On the 15th of April, 1861, the very day that 
 President Lincoln made his first call for troops, my 
 husband volunteered, leaving me at a farm house in 
 Pennsylvania. 
 
 He soon reached Washington and with his regi- 
 ment went to an encampment near by, and was swal- 
 lowed up in the Army of the Potomac. Under the 
 command of McDowell he took part in the first 
 battle of Bull Pun on the 21st of July. 
 
 The battle lasted ten hours; and the insurgents 
 being greatly reinforced, the Union troops retreated to 
 "Washington, and Congress in extra session voted to 
 raise 500,000 men for three years or the war. I 
 soon got regular letters from my husband. 
 
 The life of a soldier is at best a hard one, but 
 having seen much exposure in his day, he was ena- 
 bled to endure the night watchings and marches with 
 comparative ease. He soon attracted the attention of 
 
194 A PICTURE OF LIFE. 
 
 his officers and by rapid promotions gained by cour- 
 age on the battle field, he became captain of a company. 
 
 His letters gradually became more sad and frequent. 
 
 In them he told how lonely he felt without me. 
 He could endure the storm, the march, the battle ; 
 but not separation from me. 
 
 He wrote that if I chose to join him, I could be of 
 service as nurse in the camp, and that his position 
 would secure to me kindness and protection, — but he 
 added, " My dear Mary, don't come if you would 
 rather stay. But as our lives were begun in mystery, 
 and have thus far run along in mutual love, I would 
 have you with me at the close ; for in war, all things 
 are uncertain." 
 
 The sad tone of my husband's letter convinced me 
 that I ought to join him, if so be that my presence 
 might be a comfort to him ; and my care as nurse be 
 of service to others in hospital or camp. 
 
 I had heard some one say that Love is woman's 
 Kingdom, and Sorrow is its Court. So I bade fare- 
 well to the kind friends with whom I was staying, 
 and hastened downward to the seat of war. 
 
 Much of the country through which I passed, 
 seemed desolated by fire and sword. 
 
 The houses were often deserted. The fences had 
 been used for fuel — the orchards were ruined, for the 
 trees that were still standing, were gnawed and 
 
A PICTUEE OF LIFE. 195 
 
 broken by the horses that had been tied to them. The 
 dooryards and gardens had been trampled by men 
 and beasts. 
 
 I saw many elegant mansions, containing rich 
 furniture and costly paintings that had been deserted 
 by their owners and were now occupied by aged 
 negroes and sick soldiers — the walls being blackened, 
 the mirrors broken, and horses stabled in the parlor. 
 
 My heart almost failed me as I approached some 
 miserable cabin and found there human beings — cold, 
 sick and starving. 
 
 Usually I would get a pass from one commander 
 to another, and secure conveyance in suttler's wagons 
 without expense. My plainly told story was com- 
 monly believed ; and I met but little trouble in reach- 
 ing my husband's regiment. 
 
 Never shall I forget my first view of an encamped 
 army. Long lines of white tents, like the streets of 
 a city, were spread ont over the valley. Soldiers were 
 on guard at every corner. Keports from scouts and 
 pickets were constantly being brought into head- 
 quarters. Squadrons of cavalry were manoeuvering at 
 the wings of the encampment, and artillery was 
 thundering in the distance. I was rapidly led for- 
 wflrd, first to the regiment, and then to the com- 
 pany of which my husband was captain. 
 
 I found him asleep in his tent. The surgeon and 
 
196 A PICTURE OF LIFE. 
 
 first lieutenant were at his side, conversing in low 
 and troubled voices. My husband was upon his back, 
 pale and haggard. In my excitement I fell exhausted, 
 but soon rallied and was about to throw myself upon 
 the bed in haste and weariness, when the officer 
 stopped me and inquired my name and mission. 
 
 I told him I was the captain's wife ; come at his 
 request. " But," said I quickly, ^' tell me, is he sick or 
 wounded ?'' 
 
 I heard in agony the terrible reply, *' Madam — 
 he is both." 
 
 With a mighty efibrt I staggered to the bed, and 
 swept back the locks that fell over his face. I put 
 my trembling hand on his brow, and as I felt the 
 cold dampness upon it, I fell unconscious across the 
 body of my husband. When I awoke, it was night. 
 
 On a little pine table, nearly covered with boxes 
 and bottles, a lio^ht was burnino:. A soldier sat 
 watching at the foot of the bed, in his round cap and 
 blue caped coat. My husband was also awake, and 
 put his hand in mine. He gave it a gentle pressure, 
 and without turning his head, whispered, ••' Mary, is 
 it really you ?" 
 
 "Yes, dear Ivan, I have come." 
 
 " Oh," said he, '' how glad 1 am to have you with 
 me. I am slightly wounded and very sick, but now 
 that you are come, I will get well." 
 
A PICTURE OF LIFE. 197 
 
 Hardly had he spoken the words, when he threw 
 mj hand from liim and called aloud, " Comrades — 
 up once more, and the day is onrs — steady, boys, 
 steady — Forward — March !" Having thus spoken lie 
 gasped for breath, and turning toward him, I saw the 
 fires of fever and delirium were ablaze in his face 
 and eves. His forehead was hot and throbbins^. 
 
 I sprang from the bed, dampened a cloth, and laid 
 it upon his temples. The soldier gave me directions 
 as to the medicine, and I allowed him to sleep. For 
 weeks I nursed my husband throus^h a sluo^o^ish fever, 
 and was at length rewarded by his recovery. 
 
 His wound, received in a skirmish, was but trifling, 
 and my husband, (who was a general favorite.) with 
 shouts of welcome, stood at the head his men. I grew 
 familiar with the daily duties of a soldier. About 
 six in the morning, the waking drums were beat. 
 Soon company roll was called, and at seven there 
 was breakfast. Then after cleaning guns, the new 
 guards were mounted, troops drilled. After dinner, 
 regimental and brigade inspection, when often the 
 ranks would be broken, and war's yoke thrown off for 
 the day. And also, perhaps, hardly had they entered 
 their tents, before some picket report would march 
 them all night in storm and danger. 
 
 One day my husband and myself were in the tent, 
 talking over our past lives and wishing for peace. 
 
198 A PICTURE OF LIFE. 
 
 But a soldier is in constant danger. While we were 
 talking, the sound of distant musketry was heard, and 
 soon a bomb-shell came over us shrieking like a fiend 
 in agony. The trumpets hastily' sounded, the soldiers 
 fell in line, the bands began to play, and our troops 
 marched off with banners flying, to meet the enemy. 
 
 My husband was at the head of his company. I 
 was weeping at the tent door, he tossed me a kiss as 
 he passed. And alive, I never saw him more. In 
 tlie evening, beneath the soft moonlight, the troops 
 returned victorious, but the lieutenant led our com- 
 pany, and not the captain. There followed slowly 
 wagons bearing the wounded and the dead." 
 
 But the poor woman could go no farther, and cov- 
 ering her face with her hands, sobbed violently. The 
 wedding party were gathered closely about the speaker, 
 and not a word of the sad recital had been lost. In 
 fact, moved by sympathy, many were in tears. The 
 bride took her seat by the widow, and said as she 
 folded her to her bosom, " My friend, weep not, for 
 God is just though man is oft unkind." Jennie and 
 Alice added their words of consolation, and Jonathan 
 Boone gently patted her on the head, saying, '' Poor 
 woman, don't weep, for as good a wife as you have 
 been, will never be destitute of friends." 
 
 At the urgent request of all present, the widow 
 
A PICTURE OF LIFE. 199 
 
 continued : " Of the horrors of that scene, when they 
 brought my husband's body, and laid it in the dead- 
 house, I can say nothing, although it is impressed on 
 my memory with the power of living light. The offi- 
 cers and men were very kind to me in my sorrow. 
 The chaplain, a good and faithful man, took me in 
 his care. I was made one of a company of nurses, 
 who followed the camp, feeding and caring for the 
 unfortunate who came in our wslj. 
 
 Oh, the horror of those months ! The heat was 
 dreadful, the very air seemed on fire. The poi- 
 soned atmosphere of the confined rooms fed the 
 burning fever, running into delirium, and ending in 
 death. Our surgeons worked like heroes, but they 
 were often overwhelmed with cases requiring imme- 
 diate attention. Our ears were constantly filled with 
 the sound of men gasping for breath, or shrieking 
 from the tortures of amputation. 
 
 Oh, the horrors of war ! But in this scene of 
 misery and desolation, I met an angel in a woman's 
 form. She was the matron of a band of southern 
 nurses, connected with the army of General Lee, but 
 who also cared for Union soldiers in the Confederate 
 lines. Wise, active, and gentle, she fiitted like a 
 sparrow from couch to couch, bearing the cup of 
 mercy to the wounded body, and the Word of Life to 
 the failing spirit. Like Florence JSTightingale of 
 
200 A PICTUEE OF LIFE. 
 
 Crimean fame, she was of excellent family, and Tin- 
 married. But when humanity calls, woman keeps 
 nothing back. She cared for sick and wounded, 
 wliether Confederate or Union. When the cruel war 
 was over, this good woman took me with her to Ken- 
 tucky, and has given me a home at her side. This is 
 the womanly angel, her name but an honr ago, was 
 Miss Catherine Sinclair." So saying, the widow 
 threw herself at the feet of the bride. 
 
 The groom lifted her up and consoled her with 
 this assurance, " Fear not, for no one shall rob you 
 of Catherine's love. You shall have a home with 
 us. God be praised for the honor of entertaining 
 two such noble women in one house ! " 
 
 When the excitement had somewhat subsided, 
 Boone said to the captain's widow, "Please tell us 
 your early history, omit nothing, for I feel impressed 
 that this mystery is not yet all solved." 
 
 The widow resumed, " Previous to the breaking 
 out of the war, my husband and I were living in the 
 IS^orth." 
 
 Boone anxiously said, " Yes, yes, but before you 
 were married, where did you live?" 
 
 The widow blushed, and added, " we were living 
 as gypsies." 
 
 Here Kainbow and Jennie, Eobert, Alice and 
 Boone gave an exclamation of surprise. While the 
 
A PICTUEE OF LIFE. ' 201 
 
 speaker continued, *' but we were not gypsy-born. 
 We had been stolen from our parents while children. 
 "We learned these facts from conversations in the 
 gypsy camp, when they thought we were asleep. My 
 husband when a boy was stolen while asleep in a vil- 
 lage tavern. As for myself, I was stolen from a 
 park in Windsor, England. My name is Mary, for it 
 was printed on the locket fastened to my neck when 
 carried away." I^either Robert, Alice, Jennie, nor 
 Boone could speak. Milton alone could say, '* Have 
 you yet the locket ? " " Yes," the widow replied. 
 And as she spoke, she took from her neck a golden 
 chain fastened to a locket protected by an enclosure 
 of silk. When the locket was opened, it revealed the 
 portraits of Jonathan Boone and Helen Blake. Be- 
 neath were engraved these words, " Presented to their 
 daughter Mary." 
 
 At once flew Jennie and Bobert to the widow, 
 and clasping their arms about her, found relief in 
 tears of joy, and pathetic utterances, such as *'0h, God 
 be praised, you are our darling long-lost mother ! " 
 
 Jonathan Boone staggered toward them, and put- 
 tins: his tremblins; hands on the head of his child, 
 reverently said, "Now again do I see confirmed the 
 Scripture words of good father Blake. " / have hee?i 
 young and now am old^ yet have I not seen the right- 
 eous forsaJcen^ nor his seed hegging breads 
 9* 
 
202 * A PICTUKE OF LIFE. 
 
 The shock of recognition was too much for the 
 poor widow. When children and father stretched 
 out their arras, it was a lifeless figure they supported. 
 To a couch the}^ bore her with tender promptness, 
 where she lay in a swoon. Nor would she ever have 
 come out of it, had it not been for the skill of the 
 bride and of Alice, who from long practice, had be- 
 come wise in the reviving art. Ere long she opened 
 her eyes as on a new creation. In a moment, she had 
 moved from the realm of orphanage, into a land of 
 promise, wherein dwelt father and children. 
 
 Her astonishment at meeting Jennie was the 
 greatest. "Why," said she, *' I came to the house of 
 Farmer Gray, and the children and servants told me 
 you were dead. And these long years I have mourned 
 you as lost. I would have made more continued 
 inquiries, were it not for the fact that our gypsy band 
 vowed vengeance on Farmer Grey, threatening to poi- 
 son his family and burn his buildings, if I did not 
 stop worrying and seeking for the child that they said 
 I had disowned. 
 
 " And as for you, my son Eobert, your father 
 placed you in a charitable institution in the city of 
 JSTew York, and when we sought for you, you were 
 absent, and no record could be found, although we 
 sought you diligently with tears." 
 
 Robert replied, '^ Reflect not unkindly on yourself, 
 
A PICTURE OF LIFE. 203 
 
 dear mother, or on my father, you both did what was 
 best. My adopted father Mr. — wished for his son, 
 some child whose record was unkn own, and all account 
 of me was concealed. Mr. — had no agency in the 
 deception, and was also in the dark. He called for an 
 unknown child, and being pleased with my appearance, 
 accepted me." 
 
 At this wedding were some of the most prominent 
 citizens of the South, many of whom had taken part 
 in the great war of the Kebellion. 
 
 One — an officer — whose cheek showed the mark 
 of a sword cut, came forward and addressed the widow, 
 *' Brave and noble lady, fear not, you shall never want 
 for friends, while the South has aid to give you. 1 
 was commander of a Confederate company — meeting 
 that of your husband in the battle. The shock of their 
 meeting was terrible. I went down beneath his 
 stroke, he had his foot upon my neck, and his bayo- 
 net at my breast, when I gave him the Masonic sig- 
 nal and he turned away, saying, *' Brother, thou art the 
 enemy of my country and appearing as such on the 
 field of war, thou hast forfeited thy life ; but I give 
 thee clearance for sweet mercy's sake. God knows 
 sweet mercy triumphed. Alas, your husband fell, 
 but not at my hand nor those of my command. My 
 family will welcome j^ou and yours by night or day for- 
 
204 A PICTURE OF LIFE. 
 
 On introduction Jonathan Boone recognized a 
 relative in the last speaker, and said, "Mj friend, 
 the ways of life are wonderful. War is one of its 
 dreadful mysteries. I stand here to-night between 
 the two sections of my native land — the north and 
 tlie south. Kentucky is a central State and neither 
 north, south, east or west; but has always beat 
 like a warm loyal heart in the bosom of the nation. 
 I rejoice in the return of good will. Shake hands, 
 my beloved." 
 
 So leading up Robert and Milton as representa- 
 tives of the north, Boone requested the people of the 
 south there present to come forward and renew 
 pledges of national and sectional peace, confidence 
 and love — and it was done. Up came a man with an 
 empty sleeve, and said, " I rejoice to be able still to 
 offer a hand and a heart to my brothers of the north." 
 
 Then came a woman forward — bent and crippled 
 by time, and clad in mourning. She had tears in her 
 deep-set eyes and a cane in each hand, with which she 
 hobbled along. Having reached the front, she said, 
 " My two sons, who to-night should have been my 
 support instead of these staves, were slain in that 
 mysterious war. But I have sought of God, and he 
 has given me grace to say, *' I forgive all mine ene- 
 mies, and may His will be done." At once Milton 
 and Robert stepped to the side of the southern matron, 
 
A PICTUKE OF LIFE. 205 
 
 and taking each an arm, Robert declared, " Good 
 mother we will be to you instead of your sons — let 
 us steady you while yon walk whither your brave 
 boys have gone — thus will the north, forgetting all 
 that is unkind, love and cherish the gallant south ; 
 only wishing to be loved and cherished in return." 
 
 While this grateful scene of amity was enacting, 
 coolness, turning to dissent and eventually to opposi- 
 tion, was noticed in one portion of the apartment; 
 and that too, from whence Boone least expected it. 
 
 It will be remembered, that in the beginning of 
 our story, we told of the hatred of the elder Boones to 
 their younger brother, and also recorded the promise 
 of the father ; that Jonathan should have a double por- 
 tion among his brothers. This promise was incorpora- 
 ted in the faithful old father's will, in such a way, 
 that the proceeds of his share should be constantly 
 on interest, and remain a claim on all the land until 
 Jonathan or his representative should return and de- 
 mand it. The will had been proven and put on public 
 record ; and though the father and elder brothers were 
 long dead, yet this claim had been constantly accumu- 
 lating for the last forty years ; and now amounted 
 to a sum that would equal the value of all the real estate 
 of the family. Jonathan Boone's nephews and nieces 
 were living in houses and on lands that must be sold at 
 his order, to pay his legal demands. 
 
206 A PICTURE OF LIFE. 
 
 Long had they dreaded this day, which had now 
 come upon them like an avenging angel, for the un- 
 just hatred of their fathers to an innocent younger 
 brother, who like Benjamin and Joseph of ancient 
 Canaan, was not in fault that his father loved him. 
 
 Through motives of policy they had come to his 
 wedding, but in fear and not in love ; for they had 
 been falsely told that Jonathan Boone was a cruel boy, 
 who had become a haughty lord in England, and 
 would some day come down with a legion of sheriffs, 
 and drive them all to the four winds of heaven. So 
 when Jonathan Boone begged the southern guests at 
 his wedding, to forgive and forget, his eldest nephew 
 confronted him as follows : 
 
 " Sir, it is easy to forgive and forget the wrong 
 done to another, but the steel stings sharply that 
 enters into our own flesh. You have been abroad for 
 nearly half a century, while our families have tilled 
 the fields, paid the taxes, and fought the battles ; and 
 now you come to speak soft words to-night, ^nd to- 
 morrow you may utter hard acts, by seeking to drive 
 us and our wives and little ones, penniless, out upon 
 the world. But rest assured, these fields that we have 
 tilled, will only be lost with the rifles with which we 
 defended them. Such ransom as we can pay, we will 
 pay peaceably, but seek to drive us away and we will 
 perish fighting on the fields where we were reared." 
 
A PICTURE OF LIFE. 207 
 
 Awe and apprehension rested on all the circle. 
 Jonathan Boone rose up to his full height and majes- 
 ty and calmly expressed, *' Thank God, my father 
 never taught me fear. I can still handle a rifle as good 
 as the best, and have just and legal rights suflScient to 
 put in motion for their defence all the State authority 
 of Kentucky ; but I have not yet spoken the word, 
 and have counseled merely with my conscience. I 
 have now a wife and daughter, to whose kind wisdom 
 1 will pay a proper deference. Catherine and Mary, I 
 would see you aside." 
 
 To the private apartment "went the three and can- 
 vassed all the case. Jonathan Boone spoke of the 
 vast estate in England, of which he was sole proprie- 
 tor, Catherine the bride made known her own inde- 
 pendent property in lands and bonds. Mary, the 
 daughter and widow, acknowledged, "I have always 
 had but little, yet patience has made it sufficient. I 
 ask no more, lest its weight break the charm of all 
 my life. I have found my father and children, and 
 with them alone I am content." 
 
 When they rejoined the public company, Jona- 
 than Boone requested his relatives to stand before 
 him. 
 
 With the hot Boone blood in all their faces, men, 
 women, and children obeyed. To them he thus 
 expressed himself: " My kindred, God has given me an 
 
208 A PICTURE OF LIFE. 
 
 ample estate and a wife, and restored a dangliter, whose 
 love makes me richer than gold could do. As a thank- 
 offering to God, and in the interests of peace and 
 friendship, and of my own will, with the consent of 
 my family, I hereby and now renounce all claim 
 upon 3'onr land ; reserving only the right for myself 
 and my descendants to visit the home of my jouth 
 and the graves of my parents, and demanding of you 
 to be charitable to the needy, and counseling you to 
 be duly grateful to heaven." 
 
 The feeling produced by this unexpected an- 
 nouncement was intense and grateful. 'No Indian 
 king ever received more ardent veneration. The 
 women first found their tongues, saying, ''Dear 
 uncle, we thank thee. Thy conduct is more glori- 
 ous than the sun, for that but shines by day, but this 
 thy magnanimity, will be ever lustrous to the end of 
 time." 
 
 Then came up the nephew, after conference and 
 in tears and flushes, saying, "Noble uncle, we con- 
 fess our hasty passion. Thy goodness has smothered 
 all resentment and changed it to gratitude. We have 
 lately cheered the homestead with new fences and 
 buildings, but save in its freshened color the house is 
 as you left it. This farm holds the sacred dust of our 
 father and yours, we beg you to hold it as your own. 
 
 Boone inquired, ** Have I a namesake among you ?" 
 
A PICTURE OF LIFE. 209 
 
 " Yes," replied a mother, "Yon have one. Your 
 brother Jacob's memory smote him and we called our 
 youngest child for you." 
 
 The lad was brought forward. Boone took his 
 little nephew by the hand and said to his kindred, 
 " Do for this my namesake, what you would do for 
 me." And it was promised. Then came Milton 
 Eainbow to the front and said, " I counsel you to turn 
 all the rills of time into the channel of immortal w^is- 
 dom. Let the valor of heroes be softened by divine 
 grace, so shall our beloved people cherish the memory 
 of the late Centennial and rallying around the com- 
 mon flag, forever defend the integrity of the Union 
 and the just and equal rights of the States. Long as 
 the clouds remain the gift of heaven and the rivers of 
 the clouds, so long may the Mississippi bear congrat- 
 ulations from a free, united and loving people to the 
 Galf, and thence to all the world." 
 
 The wedding party then sang, "My country 'tis of 
 thee, sweet land of liberty." Afterwards to the strains 
 of "Old Hundred," they sang the worthy words 
 " Praise God, from whom all blessings flow, praise 
 Him, all creatures here below." The officiating cler- 
 gyman offered prayer, and the Supreme sent down 
 His heavenly benediction of love and devotion, while 
 in the light thereof night and the assembly both 
 dissolved. 
 
CHAPTER XXXIV. 
 
 A FTER the wedding company had departed, the 
 ^-*- bride and groom and guests that remained re- 
 tired to rest and slept so soundly that the forenoon 
 was quite advanced ere breakfast was served in the 
 Sinclair mansion. Never was a meal eaten by a hap- 
 pier company. 
 
 At the head of the table sat the mature, but 
 charming bride, while the stately and smiling groom 
 was across the board. Robert and Jennie could 
 scarcely keep their eyes off their mother, the widow 
 Bouvier. It was ascertained that the couple had 
 assumed this name on leaving the gypsy camp, and 
 the captain's widow still retained it. 
 
 We cannot delay to relate the delightful inter- 
 course that the bridal party held with neighbors and 
 friends. 
 
 All branches of the Boone family vied with each 
 other in the most delicate kindness, exuberant hospi- 
 tality and unfeigned gratitude. The clouds of the 
 past were dissolved in the sunlight of the present. 
 Boone revisited the spot where as a boy, his good eye 
 and hand won him the silver-mounted rifle, still kept 
 
A PICTUEE OF LIFE. 211 
 
 as a memento of by-gone years. He also took carriage, 
 with his family, to the way-side inn that had sheltered 
 him for the night. The former landlord and wife 
 were long sleeping beneath the turfy co^^erlet, but a 
 son kept the rejuvenated hostelry. The landlord said, 
 " My terms are those of my father. You must cut 
 wood to pay for your entertainment." The humor 
 was so appropriate that the man of sixty-five re- 
 produced the picture of fifteen. Prose would be in- 
 competent ; and as the Eainbow Club kept a poet : 
 
 Strong was the man, and sliarp tlie steel he bore 
 On to the scene of Sylvan War. 
 His wife and child attend him to the wood, 
 Grandchildren breathless near the hero stood. 
 Swift fly the chips, and cover all the ground, 
 While through the forest his fierce strokes resound. 
 The leafy monarchs tremble at the call. 
 Make sad obeisance and then thundering fall. 
 The riven oaks and maples piled he high 
 Beneath the landlord's cheering eye, 
 Nor did he fail to ornament the lawn 
 With heaps of splinters from the hick'ries torn ! 
 Which having done, his axe aside he threw. 
 And to his host and hostess bade adieu. 
 Loud as the strokes that lately split the skies, 
 Are heard the landlord's plenteous cries, 
 *' Thou hero ; toil must hunger know, 
 Be wise, and break thy fast before you go." 
 He gently yielded and upon the board 
 A luscious tide of plenty poured. 
 Java's brown nectar waiting cups do fill. 
 And fragrant drinks that China's leaves distil. 
 With hosts of tubers baked and boiled, 
 With mutton chops and pullets broiled. 
 
212 A PICTURE OF LIFE. 
 
 While wheaten biscuits, smoking hot and brown, 
 And roasted chestnuts all the viands crown. 
 The hero bowed his head and grateful prayed, 
 " For grace to end life's journey undismayed, 
 And meekly bow to destiny," and then 
 Tlie rev'rent group all breathed " amen." 
 For landlord's bounty they give regal pay 
 In gold and silver generous as the day. 
 The steeds were harnessed, waiting at the door. 
 Soon 'long the smoking road the axles tore. 
 
 As we have stated, the Kainbow Club was formed 
 to settle down into sober life a thoughtless youth. 
 He is now genial, but serious. What steadied him ? 
 Philosophy ? Counsels ? or Matrimony ? 
 
 We answer, all combined. Jennie, his wife, adorned 
 his home, and helped to make him sober and brave. 
 In all the strange paths along which her life had run, 
 she maintained a sprightly manner and a modesty 
 that doth give unto woman a fadeless charm. 
 
 When Milton received the communication from 
 his father, as recorded in our account of the Centen- 
 nial, he counseled not with mortal wisdom, but soon 
 retired and fell upon his knees, imploring, *' Oh thou 
 infinite and eternal One, am I ht to carry the lamp of 
 life ? Wilt thou save me from falling, and own and 
 bless me ?" 
 
 To his inner consciousness came a gentle voice 
 saying, " Yes, my son, I will." Without rising, 
 Milton exclaimed, '* My God and Father, it is enough." 
 
A PICTURE OF LIFE. 213 
 
 In an ecstacj of spirit, he hastened to his wiie, and 
 taking her by tlie hand said, 
 
 '* Oh, thou priceless jewel of my heart — God has 
 again spoken to me." 
 
 Said Jennie, " Quick, tell me, gently or in wrath ?" 
 
 He replied, " Gently, as speaks a father to a child, 
 and at the call I join the band of Evangehsts and be- 
 come a humble Lay preacher." 
 
 This new resolve made varied impressions. Some 
 thought it a freak of fancy, which would spend its 
 frantic fury, leaving him still unsettled. Some ad- 
 vised delay, but Dr. Paul advised to cross the Rubi- 
 con at once, and raise the Banner of the Cross in the 
 Army of Immanuel. 
 
 Jonathan Boone, heard his story in full and 
 promised counsel and support. 
 
 The vast Farmer's Club, called " The Grangers," 
 had a Centennial encampment at Elm station, on the 
 Pennsylvania Railroad a few miles beyond the city 
 of Philadelphia. They had a temporary building 
 containing one thousand two hundred rooms, well light- 
 ed and ventilated. 
 
 Spacious dining halls were in the basement, while 
 long corridors divided the sleeping apartments which 
 were occupied by thousands who had come assured of 
 a comfortable and economical abode. 
 
214 A PICTURE OF LIFE. 
 
 As Milton Eainbow was born and bred a farmer, 
 he was drawn to this assemblage of his fellows. Here 
 were found the brave pioneers of the distant west, who 
 had subdued the tough prairie to the will of man. 
 The national peculiarities of the globe were softened 
 into the American. Several facts were apparent, one 
 was the gentler tone of woman's voice, — another, the 
 patience with which Americans endure delay, and 
 above all, the moderation, but courage with which 
 they portrayed their grievances and hopes. 
 
 Rainbow determined to go down at once to tliese 
 people and begin his active ministry among the as- 
 sembled farmers. 
 
 He took no one with him but his beloved wife. 
 Having reached the encampment, he revealed to the 
 authorities his mission. From lip to lip spread the 
 tidings that an evangelist would speak in the western 
 hall. About eight p. m., a service of song began 
 upon the stage. Jennie was one of those who sang 
 the inspiring strains of 
 
 " There is a gate tliat stands ajar." 
 
 The room was densely crowded, and as one after 
 another took his seat on the stage, the inquiry went 
 around, " Is that the speaker? '' I^^one could answer. 
 Then there stepped to the front a stout middle-aged 
 man, who offered most fervent prayer, and gave earnest 
 
A PICTURE OF LIFE. 215 
 
 exhortation. While speaking, the crowd said, '' that's 
 him, that's Rainbow." But thej were mistaken. 
 
 After a brief interval, a well-dressed gentleman 
 related w^hat divine grace had done for him. The 
 people felt snre that this was the yonng evangelist, 
 but this time also thej were mistaken. Then fol- 
 lowed another song : 
 
 I love to tell the story — Of unseen things above. 
 Of Jesus and his glory — Of Jesus and his love. 
 
 As the soft notes died away, a slender young man 
 came modestly, tremblingly forward, and began to 
 speak. Some knowing ones sent the whisper round, 
 " That's him," " That's Eainbow." And this time 
 they were correct. 
 
 The young man was pale and thin, so spare and 
 slender, that it seemed a persevering wind might blow 
 him away. He wore a look of deep concern, that was 
 to close observers almost haggard. His first words 
 were slow and indistinct. His thoughts seemed con- 
 fused, and utterance painful. Soon tears gave relief, 
 and he spoke clearer ; but he speedily came again 
 under his emotion, and grew well-nigh silent. But in 
 that assembly was one whose heart was moved by a 
 deeper feeling than that of curiosity. It was sympa- 
 thy. It was also w^isdom, that just in time to prevent 
 an utter break-down, struck up, '* Hold the Fort." 
 
 The sound of the well loved voice rallied the 
 
216 A PICTURE OF LIFE. 
 
 Speaker, who said : " My Christian friends, did I 
 follow my own personal desire, I would be seated in 
 the audience, listening to tlie words of others. But 
 God has put a burden upon me, and in his strength I 
 will carry it. If shame be part of it, I will bear it. 
 If tears are in store, let them flow. If poverty and 
 death are in the way, I bid them welcome. My 
 course is marked, henceforth I cast my lot with the 
 people of God, and look to heaven for my reward. 
 
 ^' The work of providence is an ever expanding 
 wonder. From age to age its glories stream along 
 the track of life. At one period it deluged the world 
 ai?d at another lit it up with the presence of Divinity. 
 To-day is the era of personal consecration. The voice 
 of Providence re-echoes the ancient call, " Let him 
 that heareth say come." The want is for a multitude of 
 workers in the vineyard ; pastors, evangelists, teachers, 
 missionaries, class leaders, faithful men and women 
 to lead the world to Christ. I was reared a Christian, 
 and in the Sabbath evening twilight my mother told 
 me the stories of Abraham, Joseph, Samson, Daniel 
 and Christ. 
 
 " My father desired that I should be a minister, but 
 folly ruled me till, at midnight, I was awakened by a 
 strange power, and I sprang from my bed crying, 
 " eternity," *' eternity." I wandered to a hill a mile 
 away, and knelt down upon a rock and prayed. God 
 
A PICTURE OF LIFE. 217 
 
 heard and answered, but in an unexpected way. Deep 
 trouble came. Enemies rose up to blacken my good 
 name. The time was winter. Across the fields I 
 went, resolved to make a costly peace. But driven 
 like a ship before the wind, came over the frozen 
 snow, into my very hand as I stooped down, a leaflet 
 frem the Bible, Matthew x, 19. ^But when they 
 deliver you up, take no thought how, or what ye shall 
 speak, for it shall be given in that same hour, what ye 
 shall speak.' 
 
 *' The very next day came a messenger with offers 
 of peace. First my mother and then my father died 
 and went to glory. The words of counsel written in 
 his will sustained me. Soon life appeared in robes of 
 seriousness bearing the destiny of an endless future. 
 I saw my danger out of Christ, and led by faith was 
 folded in his arms. "With all the world, I came to this 
 Centennial to view the works of man, but have met 
 a summons I cannot resist. It was a letter written by 
 my father, signed and sealed. In a corridor at the 
 Exhibition, this letter was put into my hands. Its 
 burden was, " Lose no time, warn the people to meet 
 their God in judgment." And now, good friends, in 
 all love and sincerity, I charge you, in Christ's name, 
 be ye reconciled to God. 
 
 *^ Many of you are tillers of the soil, farmers and 
 shepherds. The birth of the infant King Immanuel 
 10 
 
218 A PICTUEE OF LIFE. 
 
 was not proclaimed with trumpets at the gates of 
 citieSj but told by angels to the shepherds of Beth- 
 lehem. The Bible is full of shepherds and their flocks. 
 Kachelj Jacob's lovely bride, was a shepherdess. The 
 heads of the tribes were men of the field, and so was 
 David, their valorous king. Asaph sang: " Give ear, 
 oh, shepherd of Israel, thou that leadeth Joseph as a 
 flock." And Jesus said : " I am the good shepherd." 
 And to-night his spirit would guide you and your 
 lambs into his heavenly fold, "that where he is," 
 mark the words, " ye may be also." 
 
 " This supposes a condition, and what is it ? Go 
 not to human experience, for that is deception ; nor to 
 creeds, for they are imperfect, but to Christ himself. 
 " Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the king- 
 dom of heaven." This is the text of Christ's Sermon 
 on the Mount, and should be of the sermon of our 
 lives. Oh men and women, prepare to meet thy God 
 in judgment. When the sunny spring lies smiling on 
 your hills, ye go forth casting the seed into the fur- 
 row to feed the winter. Ye do well. But oh, ye 
 farmers of America, remember that when God with- 
 draws his smile, then comes the winter of the soul. 
 Be watchful, and let no one take thy crown. Beware, 
 Satan has an eye on thy soul. And now unto the king 
 eternal, immortal, invisible, be glory forever. Amen." 
 
 At once a restless man rose up saying, " I am an 
 
A PICTUKE OF LIFE. 219 
 
 infidel. That leaf upon the snow would have come 
 into my hands as well as yours. You did not call for 
 it. Tell of prayer directly answered, and I may 
 believe." The preacher said, ^' I have told you how I 
 cried eternity ! eternity ! and kneeling on a rock be- 
 sought the Lord to take me under his special care. 
 Afterward, I dug up the rock and made it a corner 
 stone of my house. At midnight, I arose for prayer 
 upon that rock. " Oh Lord God of my fathers, be 
 my God and of my children's children forever. I am 
 keeping the watch of this house. Grant that when I 
 rise and open my Bible, mine eye shall fall upon some 
 guide to my liousehold in this the Lord's house ! " 
 
 " I rose and opened the Bible, gift of a mother in 
 glor}^, at a venture at second Chronicles 23-26, 'But 
 let none come into the house of the Lord, save the 
 priests and they that minister of the Levites, they 
 shall go in for they are holy ; but all the people shall 
 keep the watch of the Lord.' And now, brother 
 Thomas, believest thou God heard my prayer?" He 
 trembling answered, "I believe, and God help my un- 
 belief ! " Kainbow continued, " Then thou art saved, for 
 a spark is fire, a true prayer is faith ; and faith salvation. 
 
 " Before we close I have a request to make. Let 
 all who desire the power of the Father, the life of the 
 Son ; and the love of the Spirit; so that they can keep 
 through life the watch of the Lord, Else up." Nearly 
 all rose, some in tears, and dispersed. 
 
CHAPTER XXXV. 
 
 npHE next morning, preacher and companion re- 
 -*-• joined the throngs in the Centennial Palaces of 
 Art, where the consciousness that multitudes were 
 going thoughtlessly to death, fixed his view on the 
 Day of Judgment, and the golden heights of Heaven. 
 He had spent life's morn in youth's gay merriment, 
 and was determined to turn manhood's serious business 
 into life's crowning glory, by kneeling at the Master's 
 feet. There was in his heart, pride for the national 
 achievement; gratitude to the nations for aid and 
 presence ; joy for the things of beauty, and tears for 
 the folly of men. Boldly going up to a printing 
 office on the grounds he said, "Sir, print me a thou- 
 sand copies of these words, and I will pay thee." 
 
 Unfavorable as seemed the time. Rainbow, full of 
 the spirit of the previous night stationed himself near 
 one of the entrances to the exhibition, skillfully avoid- 
 ing any display that might offend the police, changing 
 position and using gentle tones, he handed to persons 
 as they came or went one of the Scripture scrolls. 
 Sanctified wit and learning were marshalled into ser 
 vice as follows, — 
 
A PICTURE OF LIFE. 221 
 
 " Ah, my good friend — Take words from our best 
 Friend." 
 
 " Fair lady — Thou hast the rose of beauty on thy 
 face. Hast thou the Rose of Sharon in thy heart ?" 
 
 " Rejoice, oh young man, but know thou — for all 
 these things God will bring thee unto judgment." 
 
 " Remember thy Creator in the days of thy youth." 
 
 " Yanity of vanities — all is vanity." 
 
 " Good father — God hath enriched and blessed 
 thee. May thy daughters be daughters of Zion." 
 
 " Ah pilgrim, art thou climbing the Mount of the 
 Lord «" 
 
 <* I am." 
 
 Thank God, here is some good reading, by the 
 way. Climb Carmel, Lebanon, Olivet, or Zion — be- 
 ware of Sinai, my brother." 
 
 {To a Soldier.) — ** Let the men of war fight for the 
 Prince of Peace." 
 
 " Traveller, here is a Guide to a better land — a 
 heavenly." 
 
 {To one moving rajpidly,) 
 
 " Swift sir, thou seemest like a business man." 
 
 " I am, sir." 
 • " Art thou a Christian ?" 
 
 "Ko." 
 
 ** Then art thou a poor business man." 
 
 " Ah, business men, make heaven thy business." 
 
222 A PICTURE OF LIFE. 
 
 Thus swiftly for a time ran on the giving of the 
 scrolls, when np came two young men. The twinkle 
 in the leader's eye, spoke more of mirth than villainy. 
 His companion was courtly, bearing rings on his fin- 
 gers and a bouquet in his hand. Bringing his eye-glass 
 to the proper focus, he surveyed the scroll and handed 
 it scornfully to the leader, saying, " My lord Jacob, 
 explain this printed mysterj^" 
 
 Jacob said to Rainbow, " Is this a will, or deed, or 
 supreme court writ ?" 
 
 He replied, " All this and more. It is a leaf 
 from a Book of Laws, of songs and morals, a necklace 
 of graces, and a chart of Life." 
 
 The man rejoined, " We care not for books, 'tis 
 thirst we feel." 
 
 JRainbow. — 'Twill serve you nobly, this goblet 
 from the waters of life. 
 
 Stranger. — Away with superstitious faith, there is 
 no God. I have heard of your Bible. 
 
 Bainhow. — And the Bible has heard of you. It 
 says, " the fool hath said, there is no God." 
 
 This sharp arrow pierced, and awoke their passion. 
 The stout Jacob sprang toward the evangelist ; and 
 the dainty cavalier followed with eye-glass and up- 
 lifted cane. 
 
 Rainbow avoided them quickly as the moving of 
 a flash — when at once came up a sailor who held out 
 
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 his brawny hand for a scroll, and said, " well, Captain, 
 that last fire settled the mate and blew the boatswain 
 over the bulwark. I would lend a hand, but you are 
 as full-rigged a cutter as ever carried a deck or sport- 
 ed a top-gallant. Here is my hand, and my heart 
 goes with it." So saying, the sailor who bore the 
 dress of an English midshipman, said, *' I have often 
 of late, thrown a rope to a comrade overboard." 
 
 Rainbow. — When did you enlist ? 
 
 Sailor. — A year ago, when two recruiting officers 
 came from. America. One was Sir D wight Moody, as 
 good a knight as ever bore a helmet, or aimed a lance 
 at the crest of Belial. The other was Sir Ira Sankey, 
 as sweet voiced a singer as ever blew the bugle of 
 Zion. I was on the rocks and anchor lost, when the 
 Young Men's Christian Association threw a rope and 
 took me in tow, into the harbor of salvation. I heard 
 the blood sermon of Moody, thinks I the blood that 
 saves is the blood for me, while Sankey sang the plain- 
 tive " Ninety and Nine." 
 
 " I am on a furlough to see this great Exhibition. 
 Give me a handful of the manna, that I may feed the 
 multitude, while you rest in your hammock." So 
 saying, he crowded into Rainbow's hand a bank bill, 
 enough to pay for the entire edition, and gave to the 
 people, saying, " Halt captain, here is where you get a 
 clearance from time, and a cabin forever, take a ticket. 
 
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 And bright boj ; the devil wants you for a mate, Jesus 
 for a captain. Step up and take your papers. And 
 old mother, you seem a little bent, and so was my 
 mother before she died, and her bonnet had black 
 like yours, take this leaf and token, (a bank bill) to 
 remember praying Jack at the Centennial." At 
 length while he was speaking, the bells in the tower 
 rang the chimes of evening, the visitors departed, and 
 the gates of the Centennial were closed for the day. 
 
CHAPTER XXXVI. 
 
 CoNCLrSION. 
 
 A FTER the Centennial, the friends journeyed 
 -^--^ southward to attend the wedding of Jonathan 
 Boone and Catherine Sinclair, as we have related. 
 Boone, with his bride and daughter, returned to Eng- 
 land, to arrange his estate, which will in due time 
 descend to Mary, and then to Jennie. There one day 
 came by special messenger, an envelope, containing a 
 legal document with seals and signatures. 
 
 It was a surrender to Milton Rainbow and his 
 heirs, of all claims upon the twenty-five thousand 
 dollars; the original heirs, (as mentioned in the will 
 of John Rainbow,) having been compensated in cash 
 by the merchant's widow. Milton Rainbow, full of 
 love and enthusiasm, became a lay preacher, wherever 
 the people wished to hear him. Meanwhile the 
 slowly rising walls of a beautiful cathedral bespoke 
 the craving of humanity for something more lasting 
 than earthly wealth, and also betokened the regard of 
 a good wife for the memory of a good husband. Sol- 
 omon the chairman, (conscious that it had accom- 
 10* 
 
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 plished its mission,) announced the success to the 
 Eaiubow Chib. 
 
 We now close with a copy of the 
 
 Centennial Gospel Scroll. 
 
 In the beginning God created the heaven and the 
 earth, and God said, " let us make man in our own 
 image." — And God saw that the wickedness of man 
 was great and said, ' I will destroy man whom I have 
 created.' — Bat Noah found grace in the eyes of the 
 Lord — And "Noah built an altar after the flood. — And 
 the Lord smelled a sweet savor and said, *' I will not 
 again curse the ground. While the earth remaineth, 
 seed-time and harvest shall not cease and the bow 
 shall be in the cloud that I may remember the cove- 
 nant between God and every creature on the earth.'' 
 
 The Lord appeared to Abram and said, " Walk 
 before me, and I will make my covenant between me 
 and thee. And in thy seed shall all the nations of the 
 earth be blessed, because thou hast obeyed my voice." 
 
 And Joseph nourished his father and his brethren. 
 
 And the Lord said unto Moses, " Sanctify the peo- 
 ple to-day and to-morrow — Thou shalt have no other 
 gods before me. 
 
 But he was wounded for our transgressions, — and 
 with his stripes we are healed. 
 
 Fear not to take unto thee Mary — and she shall 
 
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 brino^ forth a son ; and thou shalt call his name Jesus 
 for he shall save his people from their sins. 
 
 Jesus said, " If a man love me, he will keep my 
 words and my father will love him, and we will make 
 our abode with him. — But the Comforter which 
 is the Holy Ghost, shall teach you all things. — And 
 he that cometh to me, I will in no wise cast out. 
 
 And he shewed me a pure river of life proceeding 
 out of the throne of God and the Lamb, and on either 
 side of the river was the tree of life. — And there shall 
 be no more curse. 
 
 And his servants shall see his face. 
 
 And there shall be no night there, for the Lord 
 God giveth them light, and they shall reign forever 
 and ever. — Let him that heareth say come. 
 
 The grace of our Lord Jesus Christ be with you 
 all. — Amen. 
 
 THE END. 
 
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