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FAIRFIELD BOSTON AND HOUGHTON, MIFFLIN AND COMPANY Copyriglit, 1888, By HOUGHTON, MIFFLIN & CO. All rights reserved. The Riverside Press, Cambridge : Electrotyped and Printed by H. 0. Houghton & Co. CONTENTS. CHAPTER I. PAGE The Inner Life 1 CHAPTER II. Human Natube 55 CHAPTER III. Woman 84 CHAPTER IV. Children 105 CHAPTER V. Education 118 CHAPTER VI. Nature 134 CHAPTER VII. Literature and Art 158 CHAPTER VIII. New England Life 171 CHAPTER IX. Miscellaneous 188 FLO WEES AITD FETJIT. CHAPTER I. THE INNER LIFE. THE MESTISTER'S WOOING. Sympathy. When we feel a thing ourselves, we can see very quick the same in others. Self- When a finely constituted nature wishes deception. ^^ ^^ j^^^ baseness, it has first to bribe itself. Evil is never embraced, undisguised, as evil, but under some fiction which the mind accepts, and with which it has the singular power of bUnding itself in the face of dayUght. The power of imposing on one's self is an essential preliminary to imposing on others. The man first argues himself down, and then he is ready to put the whole weight of his nature to deceiv- ing others. Soul-corn- Perhaps it is so, that souls once inti- munion. jj^^tely related have ever after this a strange power of affecting each other, — a power that neither absence nor death can annul. How else can we interpret those mysterious hours in 2 FLOWERS AND FRUIT. which the power of departed love seems to over- shadow us, making our souls vital with such long- ings, with such wild throbbings, with such unut- terable sighings, that a little more might burst the mortal bond ? Is it not deep calling unto deep? the free soul singing outside the cage to her mate beating against the bars within ? Soul- The greatest moral effects are like those absorption. <. . . 1^.11 01 music, — not wrought out by sharp- sided intellectual propositions, but melted in by a divine fusion, by words that have mysterious, indefinite fulness of meaning, made living by sweet voices, which seem to be the out-throb- bings of angelic hearts. So one verse in the Bible read by a mother in some hour of tender prayer has a significance deeper and higher than the most elaborate of sermons, the most acute of arguments. Restric- Scarcely conscious, she lay in that dim, thebody clairvoyaut state, when the half-sleep of soui?^ the outward senses permits a delicious dewy clearness of the soul, that perfect ethereal rest and freshness of the faculties, com- parable only to what we imagine of the spiritual state, — season of celestial enchantment, in which the heavy weight " of all this unintelligible world " drops off, and the soul, divinely charmed, nestles like a wind-tossed bu'd in the protecting bosom of the One AU-perfect, All-beautiful. What vi- sions then come to the inner eye have often no THE INNER LIFE. 3 words corresponding in mortal vocabularies. The poet, the artist, and the prophet in such hours become possessed of divine certainties which all their lives they struggle, with pencil or song or burning words, to make evident to their feUows. The world around wonders, but they are unsatisfied, because they have seen the glory and know how inadequate the copy. Courage in Half the misery in the world comes of want of courage to speak and to hear the truth plainly and in a spirit of love. MissPris- " Tho' I Can't say I 'm lone either, because nobody need say that, so long as there 's folks to be done for." Blessed- We could not afford to have it always ness vs. , ^ • ■, ■, ^ happi- night, — and we must thmk that the broad, gay morning-light, when meadow- lark and robin and bobolink are singing in chorus with a thousand insects and the waving of a thousand breezes, is on the whole the most in accordance with the average wants of those who have a material life to live and material work to do. But then we reverence that clear- obscure of midnight, when everything is still and dewy ; — then sing the nightingales, which can- not be heard by day ; then shine the mysterious stars. So when all earthly voices are hushed in the soul, all earthly lights darkened, music and color float in from a higher sphere. . . . By 4 FLOWERS AND FRUIT. what name shall we call this beautiful twilight, this night of the soul, so starry with heavenly- mysteries ? Not happiness, but blessedness. They who have it walk among men as " sorrow- ful, yet alway rejoicing, as poor, yet making many rich, — as having nothing, and yet possess- ing all things." Laws of Is it not possible that He who made the world may have established laws for prayer as invariable as those for the sowing of seed and raising of grain ? Is it not as legiti- mate a subject of inquiry, when petitions are not answered, which of these laws has been neg- lected ? Influence No "^^^ artist or philosopher ever SvSbie lived who has not at some hours risen to the height of utter self-abnegation for the glory of the invisible. There have been painters who would have been crucified to demon- strate the action of a muscle, — chemists who would gladly have melted themselves and all humanity in their crucible, if so a new discovery might arise out of its fumes. Even persons of mere artistic sensibility are at times raised by music, painting, or poetry, to a momentary trance of self-oblivion, in which they would offer their whole being before the shrine of an invisible _ loveliness. . . . But where theorists and woman feels ; man philosophers tread with sublime assur- ance, woman often follows with bleed- THE INNER LIFE. 5 ing footsteps ; — women are always turning from the abstract to the individual, and feeling where the philosopher only thinks. Love a sac- True love is a natural sacrament; and ^™^" ' if ever a young man thanks God for having saved what is noble and manly in his soul, it is when he thinks of offering it to the woman he loves. God's " Mr. Scudder used to say that it took tests. great affliction to bring his mind to that place," said Mrs. Katy. " He used to say that an old paper-maker told him once, that paper that was shaken only one way in the making would tear across the other, and the best paper had to be shaken every way ; and so he said we could n't tell till we had been turned and shaken and tried every way, where we should tear." Uncon- So we ffo, — SO little knowing: what we scions c? ' o heart- touch and what touches us as we talk ! thrusts. xvr i i • p We drop out a common piece ot news, — " Mr. So-and-so is dead," — " Miss Such-a-one is married," — " Such a ship has sailed," — and lo, on our right hand or our left, some heart has sunk under the news silently, — gone down in the great ocean of Fate, without even a bubble rising to teU its drowning pang. And this — God help us ! — is what we call living ! Repres- It was not pride, nor sternness, but a sort of habitual shamefacedness that 6 FLOWERS AND FRUIT. kept far back in each soul those feelings which are the most beautiful in their outcome ; but after a while the habit became so fixed a nature that a caressing or affectionate expression could not have passed the lips of one to another with- out a painful awkwardness. Love was under- stood, once for all, to be the basis on which their life was built. Once for all, they loved each other, and after that, the less said, the better. It had cost the woman's heart of Mrs. Marvin some pangs, in the earlier part of her wedlock, to accept of this once for all in place of those daily outgushings which every woman desires should be like God's loving-kindnesses, " new every morn- ing ; " but hers, too, was a nature strongly inclin- ing inward, and, after a few tremulous move- ments, the needle of her soul settled, and her life-lot was accepted, — not as what she would like or could conceive, but as a reasonable and good one. Life was a picture painted in low, cool tones, but in perfect keeping; and though another and brighter style might have pleased better, she did not quarrel with this. Winged There are in this world two kinds of L^gspSs. iiatures, — those that have wings, and those that have feet, — the winged and the walking spirits. The walking are the logi- cians ; the winged are the instinctive and poetic. Natures that must always walk find many a bog, many a thicket, many a tangled brake, which God's happy little winged birds flit over by one THE INNER LIFE. 7 noiseless flight. Nay, when a man has toiled till his feet weigh too heavily with the mud of earth to enable him to walk another step, these little birds will often cleave the air in a right line towards the bosom of God, and show the way where he could never have found it. Unity in The truly good are of one language prayer. .^ prayer. Whatever lines or angles of thought may separate them in other hours, when they pray in extremity, all good men pray alike. The Emperor Charles V. and Martin Luther, two great generals of opposite faiths, breathed out their dying struggles in the self-same words. Sympathy As well might thoso on the hither sS^ol!^ side of mortality instruct the souls gone beyond the veil, as souls outside a great affliction guide those who are struggling in it. That is a mighty baptism, and only Christ can go down with us into those waters. Agony of Against an uncertainty, who can brace ^^, the soul? We put all our forces of faith and prayer against it, and it goes down just as a buoy sinks in the water, and the next moment it is up again. The soul fatigues itself with efforts which come and go in waves ; and when with laborious care it has adjusted all things in the light of hope, back flows the tide and sweeps all away. In such struggles life spends itself fast ; an inward wound does not 8 FLOWERS AND FRUIT. carry one deathward more surely than this worst wound of the soul. God has made us so merci- fully that there is no certainty, however dreadful, to which life-forces do not in time adjust them- selves; but to uncertainty there is no possible adjustment. Candace's " 'Cause, as we 's got to live in dis yer theology, ^q^j^j^ \^ 'g quite clar de Lord must ha' fixed it so we can ; an' ef tings was as some folks suppose, why, we could n't live, and dar would n't be no sense in anyting dat goes on." Death in So wc go, dear reader, — so long as we have a body and a soul. For worlds must mingle, — the great and the little, the sol- emn and the trivial, wreathing in and out, like the grotesque carvings on a gothic shrine ; only, did we know it rightly, nothing is trivial, since the human soul, with its awful shadow, makes all things sacred. Have not ribbons, cast-off flowers, soiled bits of gauze, trivial, trashy frag- ments of millinery, sometimes had an awful meaning, a deadly power, when they belonged to one who should wear them no more, and whose beautiful form, frail and crushed as they, is a hidden and vanished thing for all time ? For so sacred and individual is a human being, that, of all the million-peopled earth, no one form ever restores another. The mould of each mortal type is broken at the grave ; and never, never, though you look through all the faces on earth. THE INNER LIFE. 9 shall the exact form you mourn ever meet your eyes again ! You are living your daily life among trifles that one death-stroke may make rehcs. One false step, one luckless accident, an obstacle on the track of a train, the tangling of a cord in shifting a sail, and the penknife, the pen, the papers, the trivial articles of dress and clothing, which to-day you toss idly and jestingly from hand to hand, may become dread memorials of that awful tragedy whose deep abyss ever under- lies our common life. Memory. For oue flowcr laid on the shrine which we keep in our hearts for the dead is worth more than any gift to our living selves. Control " How could you help it, mignonne ? Noughts. Can you stop your thinking ? " Mary said, after a moment's blush, — "leaner?// " Minor Behind every scale of music, the gay- tions!^*" ®^* ^"^ cheeriest, the grandest, the most triumphant, lies its dark relative minor ; the notes are the same, but the change of a sem- itone changes all to gloom ; — all our gayest hours are tunes, that have a modulation into these dreary keys ever possible ; at any moment the keynote may be struck. The ideal Nothing is moro striking, in the light practical, and shadow of the human drama, than 10 . ' FLOWERS AND FRUIT. to compare the inner life and thoughts of ele- vated and silent natures with the thoughts and plans which those hy whom they are surrounded have of and for them. Little thought Mary of any of the speculations that busied the friendly head of Miss Prissy, or that lay in the provi- dent forecastings of her prudent mother. Perfect " Indeed, I am afraid something must ^ ' be wrong with me. I cannot have any fears, — I never could ; I try sometimes, but the thought of God's goodness comes all around me, and I 'm so happy before I think of it." Under- All the little, mean work of our nature curren . j^ generally done in a small dark closet just a little back of the subject we are talk- ing about, on which subject we suppose ourselves of course to be thinking ; — of course, we are thinking of it ; how else could we talk about it ? The divine As to evcry leaf and every flower ideal. there is an ideal to which the growth of the plant is constantly urging, so is there an ideal to every human being, — a perfect form in which it might appear, were every defect removed, and every characteristic excellence stimulated to the highest point. Once in an age, God sends to some of us a friend who loves in us, not a false imagining, an unreal character, but, looking through all the rubbish of our imperfections, loves in us the divine ideal of our nature, — THE INNER LIFE. 11 loves, not the man that we are, but the angel that we may be. Responsi- To feel the immortality of a beloved ^'^*^" soul hanging upon us, to feel that its only communications with Heaven must be through us, is the most solemn and touching thought that can pervade a mind. Develop- What makes the love of a great mind ingpower something fearful in its inception is, of love. o p !.• I. that it is often the unsealmg of a hith- erto undeveloped portion of a large and power- ful being. Unsus- It is said that if a grapevine be fiSutnce planted in the neighborhood of a well, its roots, running silently underground, wreathe themselves in a network round the cold, clear waters, and the vine's putting on outward greenness and unwonted clusters and fruit is aU that tells where every root and fibre of its being has been silently stealing. So, those loves are most fatal, most absorbing, in which, with un- heeded quietness, every thought and fibre of our life twines gradually around some human soul, to us the unsuspected wellspring of our being. Fearful it is, because so often the vine must be uprooted, and all its fibres wrenched away ; but till the hour of discovery comes, how is it trans- figured by a new and beautiful life ! 12 FLOWERS AND FRUIT. Personal Gradually an expression of intense in- terest and deep concern spread over the listeners ; it was the magnetism of a strong mind, which held them for a time under the shadow of his own awful sense of God's almighty justice. It is said that a little child once described his appearance in the pulpit by saying, " I saw God there, and I was afraid." Soul- There is a ladder to heaven whose base growth, Q^^ j^^g placed in human affections, tender instincts, symbolic feelings, sacraments of love, through which the soul rises higher and higher, refining as she goes, till she outgrows the human, and changes, as she rises, into the image of the divine. At the very top of this ladder, at the threshold of Paradise, blazes dazzling and crystalline that celestial grade where the soul knows self no more, having learned, through a long experience of devotion, how blest it is to lose herself in that eternal Love and Beauty, of which all earthly fairness and grandeur are but the dim type, the distant shadow. Discipline. It is said that gardeners sometimes, when they would bring a rose to richer flower- ing, deprive it, for a time, of light and moisture. Silent and dark it stands, dropping one faded leaf after another, and seeming to go down patiently to death. But when every leaf is dropped, and the plant stands stripped to the THE INNER LIFE. 13 uttermost, a new life is even then working in the buds, from which shall spring a tender foliage, and a brighter wealth of flowers. So, often in celestial gardening, every leaf of earthly joy must drop, before a new and divine bloom visits the soul. Idealizing In a refined and exalted nature, it is FovT'^*^* very seldom that the feeling of love, when once thoroughly aroused, bears any sort of relation to the reality of the object. It is commonly an enkindling of the whole power of the soul's love for whatever she considers highest and fairest ; it is, in fact, the love of something divine and unearthly, which, by a sort of illusion, connects itself with a person- ality. Properly speaking, there is but one true, eternal object of all that the mind conceives, in this trance of its exaltation. Disenchantment must come, of course ; and in a love which ter- minates in happy marriage, there is a tender and gracious process by which, without shock or vio- lence, the ideal is gradually sunk in the real, which, though found faulty and earthly, is still ever tenderly remembered as it seemed under the morning light of that enchantment. OLDTOWN FOLKS. Moral ear- It is noticeable, in every battle of opin- nes ness. .^^^ ^-^^^ honest, sincere, moral earnest- 14 FLOWERS AND FRUIT. ness has a certain advantage over mere intellec- tual cleverness. struggling Plato savs that we all once had vrings, for higher -, ^ -, 'it . t , . • things. and that they will tend to grow out m us, and that our burnings and aspira- tions for higher things are like the teething pangs of children. We are trying to cut our wings. Let us not despise these teething seasons. Though the wings do not become apparent, they may be starting under many a rough coat and on many a clumsy pair of shoulders. Faith, not " I oftcn think," said Harry, listening ^^^ ' for a moment, "that no one can pro- nounce on what this life has been to him until he has passed entirely through it, and turns around, and surveys it from the other world. I think then that we shall see everything in its true pro- portions ; but, till then, we must walk by faith, not by sight, — faith that God loves us, faith that our Savior is always near us, and that all things are working together for good." God's But certain it is that there is a very near way to God's heart, and so to the great heart of all comfort, that sometimes opens like a shaft of light between heaven and the soul, in hours when everything earthly falls away from us. A quaint old writer has said, "God keeps his choicest cordials for the time of our deepest faintings." And so it came to pass that, THE INNER LIFE. 15 as this poor woman closed her eyes and prayed earnestly, there fell a strange clearness into her soul, which calmed every fear, and hushed the voice of every passion, and she lay for a season as if entranced. Words of Holy Writ, heard years ago in church readings, in the hours of miconscious girlhood, now seemed to come back, borne in with a loving power on her soul. snent com- The kind of silence which gives a sense paniouship. « ... '^ 01 companionship. Moral in- Esther was one of those intense, silent, hentance. , , ' ' repressed women, that have been a fre- quent outgrowth of New England society. Moral traits, like physical ones, often intensify them- selves in course of descent, so that the child of a long line of pious ancestry may sometimes suffer from too fine a moral fibre, and become a victim to a species of morbid spiritual ideality. Esther looked to me, from the first, less like a warm, breathing, impulsive woman, less like ordinary flesh and blood, than some half-spiritual organization, every particle of which was a thought. Holiness Among all the loves that man has to 01 age. ^ , woman, there is none so sacred and saint-like as that toward these dear, white-haired angels, who seem to form the connecting link between heaven and earth, who have lived to get the victory over every sin and every sorrow, and 16 FLOWERS AND FRUIT. live perpetually on the banks of the dark river, in that bright, calm land of Beulah, where angels daily walk to and fro, and sounds of celestial music are heard across the water. Such have no longer personal cares, or griefs, or sorrows. The tears of life have all been shed, and therefore they have hearts at leisure to attend to every one else. Even the sweet guile- less childishness that comes on in this period has a sacred dignity ; it is a seal of fitness for that heavenly kingdom, which whosoever shaU not receive as a little child shall not enter therein. Unity in Has there ever been a step in human ^'^ ^ ' progress that has not been taken against the prayers of some good soul, and been washed by tears sincerely and despondently shed ? But, for all this, is there not a true unity of the faith in all good hearts ? And when they have risen a little above the mists of earth, may not both sides — the conqueror and the conquered — agree that God hath given them the victory in advanc- ing the cause of truth and goodness ? Growth It has been the experience of my life wU;Mn. *^^* ^^ ^^ your quiet people who, above all other children of men, are set in their ways and intense in their opinions. Their very reserve and silence are a fortification behind which all their peculiarities grow and thrive at their leisure, without encountering those blows and shocks which materially modify more THE INNER LIFE. 17 outspoken natures. It is owing to the peculiar power of quietness that one sometimes sees char- acters fashioning themselves in a manner the least to be expected from the circumstances and associates which surround them. As a fair white lily gi'ows up out of the bed of meadow muck, and without note or comment rejects all in the soil that is ahen from her being, and goes on fashioning her own silver cup side by side with weeds that are drawing coarser nutriment from the soil, so we often see a refined and gentle nature, by some singular internal force, unfolding itself by its own laws, and confirming itself in its own beliefs, as wholly different from all that surround it as is the lily from the ragweed. There are persons, in fact, who seem to grow almost wholly from within, and on whom the teachings, the doctrine, and the opinions of those around them, produce little or no impression. Amuse- It may be set down, I think, as a gen- merits eral axiom, that people feel the need of amusements less and less, precisely in proportion as they have solid reasons for being happy. Repres- Perhaps my readers may have turned over a great, flat stone some time in their rural rambles, and found under it little clovers, and tufts of grass pressed to earth, flat, white, and bloodless, but still growing, stretching, creeping towards the edges, where their plant- instinct tells them there is light and deliverance. 18 FLOWERS AND FRUIT. The kind of life that the little Tina led, under the care of Miss Asphyxia, resembled that of these poor clovers. It was all shut down and repressed, but growing still. Sympathy. I felt a cleaving of spirit to him that I had never felt towards any human being before, — a certainty tha,t something had come to me in him that I had always been wanting, — and I was too glad for speech. Soul- Is it not true that, as we grow older, the relationship of souls will make itself relation. felt? PALMETTO LEAVES. Life No dreamland on earth can be more renew . unearthly in its beauty and glory than the St. Johns in April. Tourists, for the most part, see it only in winter, when half its gorgeous forests stand bare of leaves, and go home, never dreaming what it would be like in its resurrec- tion robes. So do we, in our darkness, judge the shores of the river of this mortal Hfe up which we sail, ofttimes disappointed and com- plaining. We are seeing aU things in winter, and not as they will be when God shall wipe away all tears, and bring about the new heavens and new earth of which every spring is a symbol and a prophecy. The flowers and leaves of last year vanish for a season, but they come back fresher and fairer than ever. THE INNER LIFE. 19 A lesson On either side, perched on a tall, dry, last year's coffee-bean-stalk, sit " papa " and "mamma," chattering and scolding, exhort- ing and coaxing. The little ones run from side to side, and say in plaintive squeaks, " I can't," " I dare n't," as plain as birds can say it. There, — now they spread their little wings ; and oh, joy ! they find to their delight that they do not fall ; they exult in the possession of a new-born sense of existence. As we look at this pantomime, graver thoughts come over us. And we think how poor, timid, little souls moan, and hang back, and tremble, when the time comes to leave this nest of earth, and trust themselves to the free air of the world they were made for. As the little bird's moans and cries end in delight and raptm-e in finding himself in a new, glorious, free life ; so, just beyond the dark steps of death, will come a buoyant, exulting sense of new existence. PEARL OF ore's ISLAND. DiscipUne. The ship, built on one element, but designed to have its life in another, seemed an image of the soul, formed and fashioned with many a weary hammer-stroke in this life, but finding its true element only when it sails out into the ocean of eternity. Heimweh. But there are souls sent into this world who seem to have always mysterious affinities 20 FLOWERS AND FRUIT. for the invisible and the unknown — who see the face of everything beautiful through a thin veil of mystery and sadness. The Germans call this yearning of spirit " homesickness " — the dim remembrances of a spirit once affiliated to some higher sphere, of whose lost brightness all things fair are the vague reminders. Limitation. But Miss Emily knew no more of the deeper parts of her brother's nature than a little bird that dips its beak into the sunny waters of some spring knows of its depths of coldness and shadow. Learning The fact was, as the reader may per- .° °^^' ceive, that Miss Roxy had been thawed into an unusual attachment for the little Mara, and this affection was beginning to spread a warming element through her whole being. It was as if a rough granite rock had suddenly awakened to a passionate consciousness of the beauty of some fluttering white anemone that nestled in its cleft, and felt warm thrills running through all its veins at every tender motion and shadow. Fitful Such people are not very wholesome companions for those who are sensitively organized and predisposed to self-sacrificing love. They keep the heart in a perpetual freeze and thaw, which, like the American northern climate, is so particularly fatal to plants of a delicate THE INNER LIFE. 21 habit. They could live through the hot summer and the cold winter, but they cannot endure the three or four months when it freezes one day and melts the next, — when all the buds are started out by a week of genial sunshine, and then frozen for a fortnight. These fitful persons are of all others most engrossing, because you are always sure in their good moods that they are just going to be angels, — an expectation which no number of disappointments seems finally to do away. Love— a Nothing so much shows what a human being is in moral advancement as the quality of his love. LITTLE FOXES. Altruistic The faults and mistakes of us poor human beings are as often perpetuated by despair as by any other one thing. Have we not all been burdened by a consciousness of faults that we were slow to correct because we felt discouraged ? Have we not been sensible of a real help sometimes from the presence of a friend who thought well of us, believed in us, set our wisdom in the best light, and put our faults in the background? Expression " Dispute your mother's hateful dogma, that love is to be taken for granted 22 FLOWERS AND FRUIT. without daily proof between lovers ; cry down latent caloric in the market ; insist that the mere fact of being a wife is not enough, — that the words spoken once, years ago, are not enough, — that love needs new leaves every summer of life, as much as your elm-tree, and new branches to grow broader and wider, and new flowers at the root to cover the ground." Latent I remember my school-day speculations caloric. , , ,^ ^, . .. -.- over an old " Chemistry " I used to study as a text-book, which informed me that a substance called Caloric exists in all bodies. In some it exists in a latent state ; it is there, but it affects neither the senses nor the thermom- eter. Certain causes develop it, when it raises the mercury and warms the hands. I remem- ber the awe and wonder with which, even then, I reflected on the vast amount of blind, deaf, and dumb comfort which Nature had thus stowed away. How mysterious it seemed to me that poor families every winter should be shivering, freezing, and catching cold, when Nature had all this latent caloric locked up in her store-closet, — when it was all around them, in everything they touched and handled ! In the spiritual world there is an exact analogy to this. There is a great life-giving, warming power called Love, which exists in human hearts, dumb and unseen, but which has no real life, no warming power, till set free by expression. Did you ever, in a raw, chilly day just before THE INNER LIFE. 23 a snowstorm, sit at work in a room that was judiciously warmed by an exact thermometer? You do not freeze, but you shiver ; your fingers do not become numb with cold, but you have all the while an uneasy craving for more positive warmth. You look at the empty grate, walk mechanically towards it, and, suddenly awaking, shiver to see that there is nothing there. You long for a shawl or a cloak ; you draw yourself within yourself ; you consult the thermometer, and are vexed to find that there is nothing there to be complained of, — it is standing most pro- vokingly at the exact temperature that all the good books and good doctors pronounce to be the proper thing, — the golden mean of health ; and yet perversely you shiver, and feel as if the face of an open fire would be to you as the smile of an angel. Such a life-long chill, such an habitual shiver, is the lot of many natures, which are not warm, when all ordinary rules tell them they ought to be warm, — whose life is cold and barren and meagre, — which never see the blaze of an open fire. Regret. The bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid and deeds left undone. " She never knew how I loved her." " He never knew what he was to me." " I always meant to make more of our friendship." " I never knew what he was to me till he was gone." Such words are the poisoned arrows which cruel Death 24 FLOWERS AND FRUIT. shoots backward at us from the door of the sepulchre. How much more we might make of our family life, of our friendships, if every secret thought of love blossomed into a deed ! We are not now speaking of personal caresses. These may or may not be the best language of affection. Many are endowed with a delicacy, a fastidiousness of physical organization, which shrinks away from too much of these, repelled and overpowered. But there are words and looks and little observ- ances, thoughtfulnesses, watchful little attentions, which speak of love, which make it manifest, and there is scarce a family that might not be richer in heart-wealth for more of them. HOUSE AND HOME PAPERS. First In this art of home-making I have set principles . . • r> 4. • • of home- down in my mind certain nrst princi- ma ng. pjgg^ j^jj^g ^jj^g axioiBS of Euclid, and the first is, — iVb hoTYie is possible without love. All business marriages and marriages of con- venience, all mere culinary marriages and mar- riages of mere animal passion, make the creation of a true home impossible in the outset. Love is the jewelled foundation of this New Jeru- salem descending from God out of heaven, and takes as many bright forms as the amethyst, topaz, and sapphire of that mysterious vision. THE INNER LIFE. 25 In this range of creative art all things are possi- ble to him that loveth, but without love nothing is possible. THE CHIMNEY CORNER. Conversa- Real conversation presupposes intimate acquaintance. People must see each other often enough to wear off the rough bark and outside rind of commonplaces and conven- tionalities in which their real ideas are en- wrapped, and give forth without reserve their innermost and best feelings. Saintu- What makes saintllness, in my view, as distinguished from ordinary goodness, is a certain quality of magnanimity and greatness of soul that bringfs life within the circle of the heroic. To be really great in little things, to be truly noble and heroic in the insipid details of every-day life, is a virtue so rare as to be worthy of canonization. Teachings There IS a certain amount of suffering g suffer- -y^t^ich must follow the rending of the great cords of life, suffering which is natural and inevitable : it cannot be argued down ; it cannot be stilled ; it can no more be soothed by any effort of faith and reason than the pain of a fractured limb, or the agony of fire on the living flesh. All that we can do is to brace 26 FLOWERS AND FRUIT. ourselves to bear it, calling on God, as the mar- tyrs did in the fire, and resigning ourselves to let it burn on. We must be willing to suffer, since God so wills. There are just so many waves to go over us, just so many arrows of stinging thought to be shot into our soul, just so many f aintings and sinkings and revi^dngs only to suffer again, belonging to and inherent in our portion of sorrow.; and there is a work of healing that God has placed in the hands of Time alone. Time heals all things at last ; yet it depends much on us in our sufferings, whether Time shall send us forth healed, indeed, but maimed and crippled and callous, or whether, looking to the great Physician of sorrows, and coworking with him, we come forth stronger and fairer even for our wounds. Help in One soul redeemed will do more to lift sorrow. ^^^^ burden of sorrow than all the bland- ishments and diversions of art, all the alleviations of luxury, all the sympathy of friends. THE MAYFLOWER. Aflanity of From that time a friendship commenced opposi es. i^g^^ggjj ^jjg ^^Q which was a beautiful illustration of the affinities of opposites. It was like a friendship between morning and evening, — all freshness and sunshine on one side, and all gentleness and peace on the other. THE INNER LIFE. 27 Superior- It is one mark of a superior mind to ^^" understand and be influenced by the superiority of others. Sympathy. The same quickness which makes a mind buoyant in gladness often makes it gentlest and most sympathetic in sorrow. God's It is well for man that there is one sympa y. jggjjjg ^j^q g^^g ^j^g suffering heart as it is, and not as it manifests itself through the repellences of outward infirmity, and who, per- haps, feels more for the stern and wayward than for those whose gentler feelings win for them human sympathy. Influence. He had traced her, even as a hidden streamlet may be traced, by the freshness, the verdure of heart, which her deeds of kindness had left wherever she had passed. Capacity A vcry Unnecessary and uncomfortable ^' capacity oi feeling, which, like a refined ear for music, is undesirable, because, in this world, one meets with discord ninety-nine times where one meets with harmony once. Heart- How vcry Contrary is the obstinate esti- wisdom vs. pit , i • i j • worldly mate of the heart to the rational esti- wio om. jjjate of worldly wisdom ! Are there not some who can remember when one word, one look, or even the withholding of a word, has 28 FLOWERS AND FRUIT. drawn their heart more to a person than all the substantial favors in the world? By ordinary acceptation, substantial kindness respects the necessaries of animal existence, while those wants which are peculiar to mind, and will exist with it forever, by equally correct classification, are designated as sentimental ones, the supply of which, though it will excite more gratitude in fact, ought not to in theory. Living From that time I . lived with her — and together, ^t^q^q ^re some persons who can make the word live signify much more than it com- monly does — and she wrought on my character all those miracles which benevolent genius can work. She quieted my heart, directed my feel- ings, unfolded my mind, and educated me, not harshly or by force, but as the blessed sunshine educates the flower, into full and perfect life; and when all that was mortal of her died to this world, her words and deeds of unutterable love shed a twilight around her memory that will fade only in the brightness of heaven. Minister- What then ? May we look among the ing spirits. ^^^^ ^j. ministering spirits for our own departed ones? Whom would God be more likely to send us ? Have we in heaven a friend who knew us to the heart's core ? a friend to whom we have unfolded our soul in its most secret recesses ? to whom we have confessed our weaknesses and deplored our griefs ? If we are THE INNER LIFE. 29 to have a ministering spirit, who better adapted ? Have we not memories which correspond to such a belief? When our soul has been cast down, has never an invisible voice whispered, " There is lifting up " ? Have not gales and breezes of sweet and healing thought been wafted over us, as if an angel had shaken from his wings the odors of paradise ? Many a one, we are confident, can remember such things, — and whence come they ? Why do the children of the pious mother, whose grave has grown green and smooth with years, seem often to walk through perils and dangers fearful and imminent as the crossing of Mohammed's fiery gulf on the edge of a drawn sword, yet walk unhurt ? Ah ! could we see that attendant form, that face where the angel con- ceals not the mother, our question would be answered. Influence Something there is in the voice of real mother's pi^^ycr that thrills a child's heart, even prayer. before he understands it ; the holy tones are a kind of heavenly music, and far-off in distant years, the callous and worldly man often thrills to his heart's core, when some turn of life recalls to him his mother's prayer. PINK AND WHITE TYRANNY. Taught by It sometimes seems to take a stab, a ermg. ^^^^g^^ ^ wouud, to Open in some hearts 30 FLOWERS AND FRUIT. the capacity of deep feeling and deep thought. There are things taught by suffering that can be taught in no other way. By suffering sometimes is wrought out in a person the power of loving and of appreciating love. During the first year, Lillie had often seemed to herself in a sort of wild, chaotic state. The coming in of a strange, new, spiritual life was something so inexplicable to her that it agitated and distressed her ; and sometimes, when she appeared more petulant and fretful than usual, it was only the stir and vibra- tion on her weak nerves of new feelings, which she wanted the power to express. These emo- tions at first were painful to her. She felt weak, miserable, and good-for-nothing. It seemed to her that her whole life had been a wretched cheat, and that she had ill repaid the devotion of her husband. At first these thoughts only made her bitter and angry ; and she contended against them. But, as she sank from day to day, and grew weaker and weaker, she grew more gentle ; and a better spirit seemed to enter into her. The object " The great object of life is not happi- ness ; and when we have lost our own personal happiness, we have not lost all that life is worth living for. No, John, the very best of life often lies beyond that. When we have learned to let ourselves go, then we may find that there is a better, a nobler, and a truer life for us." . . . " If we contend with, and fly from our duties, simply because they gall us and bur- THE INNER LIFE. 81 den us, we go against everything ; but if we take them up bravely, then everything goes with us. God and good angels and good men and all good influences are working with us when we are working for the right. And in this way, John, you may come to happiness ; or, if you do not come to personal happiness, you may come to something higher and better. You know that you think it nobler to be an honest man than a rich man ; and I am sure that you will think it better to be a good man than to be a happy one." Self- It is astonishing how blindly people Ignorance. gQjQjj^jjjjgg gQ q-,^ ^g ^q ^]^q character of their own conduct, till suddenly, like a torch in a dark place, the light of another person's opinion is thrown in upon them, and they begin to judge themselves under the quickening influence of another person's moral magnetism. Then, in- deed, it often happens that the graves give up their dead, and that there is a sort of interior resurrection nnd judgment. Sympathy. When WG are feeling with the nerves of some one else, we notice every roughness and in- convenience. ciairvoy- A terrible sort of clairvoyance that *°^^' seems to beset very sincere people, and makes them sensitive to the presence of anything unreal or untrue. 32 FLOWERS AND FRUIT. Unacknow- No, she did not say it. It would be motSes. "^^^^ ^^^ ^^ ^^^ ^^ ^® ^^^ P^^* '^^^^ words, plain and explicit, many instinctive re- solves and purposes that arise in our hearts, and which, for want of being so expressed, influence us undetected and unchallenged. If we would say out boldly, " I don't care for right or wrong, or good or evil, or anybody's rights or anybody's happiness, or the general good, or God himself, — all I care for, or feel the least interest in, is to have a good time myself, and I mean to do it, come what may," — we should be only express- ing a feeling which often lies in the dark back- room of the human heart ; and saying it might alarm us from the drugged sleep of life. It might rouse us to shake oif the slow, creeping paralysis of selfishness and sin before it is for- ever too late. Betty's bright idea. Aspiration. That noble discontent that rises to aspi- ration for higher things. DEACON" Pitkin's farm. The lesson " Well, daughter," said the deacon, " it 's a pity we should go through all we do in this world and not learn anything by it. I hope the Lord has taught me not to worry, but THE INNER LIFE. 33 just do my best, and leave myself and everything else in his hands. We can't help ourselves, — we can't make one hair white or black. Why should we wear our lives out fretting ? If I 'd a known that years ago, it would a been better for us all." " All for " She 's allers sayin' things is for the ^ ^ ■ best, maybe she '11 come to think so about this, — folks gen'ally does when they can't help themselves." Sympathy. Eyes that have never wept cannot com- prehend sorrow. Trust. " Leave it ! " These were words often in that woman's mouth, and they expressed that habit of her life which made her victorious over all troubles, that habit of trust in the Infinite Will that actually could and did leave every accomplished event in his hand without murmur and without conflict. AGNES OF SORRENTO. Power of Such is the wonderful power of human sympa y. gyj^pg^^j^y- ^^^d, the discovery even of the existence of a soul capable of understanding our inner life often operates as a perfect charm ; every thought and feeling and aspiration carries with it a new value, from the interwoven con- 34 FLOWERS AND FRUIT. sciousness that attends it, of the worth it would bear to that other mind ; so that, while that per- son lives, our existence is doubled in value, even though oceans divide us. Difficulty But he soon discovered, what every fng'Sers. earnest soul learns who has been bap- tized into a sense of things invisible, how utterly powerless and inert any mortal man is to inspire others with his own insights and convictions. With bitter discouragement and chagrin, he saw that the spiritual man must for- ever lift the dead weight of all the indolence and indifference and animal sensuality that surround him, — that the curse of Cassandra is upon him, forever to burn and writhe under awful visions of truths which no one around him will regard. Good As a bee can extract pure honey from we?eekit. *^^ blossoms of some plants whose leaves are poisonous, so some souls can nourish themselves only with the holier and more ethereal parts of popular belief. Naivete. " Blessed are the flowers of God that grow in cool solitudes, and have never been pro- faned by the hot sun and dust of this world." Sorrow a Never does love strike so deep and im- tionfor mediate a root as in a sorrowful and desolated nature ; there it has nothing to dispute the soil, and soon fills it with its inter- lacing fibre. i THE INNER LIFE. 35 o?t£^^ "He is happy, like the birds," said heart. Agnes, " because he flies near heaven." Dreams. Dreams are the hushing of the bodily senses, that the eyes of the spirit may open. Lost inno- When a man has once lost that uncon- coverabie." scious soul-purity which exists in a mind unscathed by the fires of passion, no after-tears can weep it back again. No penance, no prayer, no anguish of remorse, can give back the simplicity of a soul that has never been stained . The strong- No passions are deeper in their hold, sSns.*^" more pervading and more vital to the whole human being, than those that make their first entrance through the higher nature, and, beginning with a religious and poetic ideality, gradually work their way through the whole fabric of the human existence. From grosser passions, whose roots lie in the senses, there is always a refuge in man's loftier nature. He can cast them aside with contempt, and leave them as one whose lower story is flooded can remove to a higher loft, and live serenely with a purer air and wider prospect. But to love that is born of ideality, of intellectual sympathy, of harmonies of the spiritual and immortal nature, of the very poetry and purity of the soul, if it be placed where reason and religion forbid its exer- cise and expression, what refuge but the grave, — 86 FLOWERS AND FRUIT. what hope but that wide eternity where all human barriers fall, all human relations end, and love ceases to be a crime. Agony in It is singular how the dumb, imprisoned soul, locked within the walls of the body, sometimes gives such a piercing power to the tones of the voice during the access of a great agony. The effect is entirely involuntary and often against the most strenuous opposition of the will ; but one sometimes hears another read- ing or repeating words with an intense vitality, a living force, which tells of some inward anguish or conflict of which the language itself gives no expression. A sympa- The great Hearer of Prayer regards thetic God. t ^ • ' •. p • • each heart in its own scope or vision, and helps not less the mistaken than the enlight- ened distress. And for that matter, who is enlightened? who carries to God's throne a trouble or a temptation in which there is not somewhere a misconception or a mistake ? Transient "We hold it better to have even transient up mg. |jpiift;jjigg Qf j^i^Q nobler and more devout element of man's nature than never to have any at all, and that he who goes on in worldly and sordid courses, without ever a spark of religious enthusiasm or a throb of aspiration, is less of a man than he who sometimes soars heavenward, though his wings be weak and he fall again. THE INNER LIFE. 37 Coinci- When a man has a sensitive or sore dence. ^^^^ -^ j^^^ heart, from the pain of which he would gladly flee to the ends of the earth, it is marvellous what coincidences of events will he found to press upon it wherever he may go. suenceof They hoth sat awhile in that kind of deep emo- Qujetude which often falls between two tion. ^ t c • jc who have stirred some deep tountain oi emotion. Innocence. There is something pleading and pitiful in the simplicity of perfect ignorance, — a rare and delicate beauty in its freshness, like the morning-glory cup, which, once withered by the heat, no second morning can restore. World " This is such a beautiful world," said conflicts, ^gj^gg^ u ^^Q ^ouia think it would be such a hard one to live in ? — such battles and conflicts as people have here 1 " Nervous As one looking through a prism sees a sensibility. ^^^ bordering of rainbow on every ob- ject, so he beheld a glorified world. His former self seemed to him something forever past and gone. He looked at himself as at another per- son, who had sinned and suffered, and was now resting in beatified repose ; and he fondly thought all this was firm reality, and believed that he was now proof against all earthly impressions, 38 FLOWERS AND FRUIT. able to hear and to judge with the dispassionate calmness of a disembodied spirit. He did not know that this high-strung calmness, this fine clearness, were only the most intense forms of nervous sensibility, and as vividly susceptible to every mortal impression as is the vitalized chem- ical plate to the least action of the sun's rays. UNCLE TOM's cabin. Sorrow an Any mind that is capable of a real sor- educator. . i ^ c i TOW IS capable oi good. Individ- Now, the reflections of two men, sitting ^' side by side, are a curious thing, — seated on the same seat, having the same eyes, ears, hands, and organs of all sorts, and having pass before their eyes the same objects, — it is wonderful what a variety we shall find in these same reflections. inspira- By what Strange law of mind is it that an idea, long overlooked, and trodden under foot as a useless stone, suddenly sparkles out in new light, as a discovered diamond. Power of Sublime is the dominion of the mind bSdy.''^^'^ over the body, that, for a time, can make flesh and nerve impregnable, and string the sinews like steel, so that the weak become so mighty. THE INNER LIFE. 39 True he- Have not many of us, in the weary way of life, felt, in some hours, how far easier it were to die than to live ? The martyr, when faced even by a death of bodily anguish and horror, finds in the very ter- ror of his doom a strong stimulant and tonic. There is a vivid excitement, a thrill and fervor, which may carry through any crisis of suffering that is the birth-hour of eternal glory and rest. But to live, — to wear on, day after day, of mean, bitter, low, harassing servitude, every nerve dampened and depressed, every power of feeling gradually smothered, — this long and wasting heart martyrdom, this slow, daily bleed- ing away of the inward life, drop by drop, hour after hour, — this is the true searching test of what there may be in man or woman. Moral at- An atmosphere of sympathetic influence mosphere. . , i , encircles every human being; and the man or woman who/eeZs strongly, healthily, and justly, on the great interests of humanity, is a constant benefactor to the human race. Seif-sacri- There are in this world blessed souls, whose sorrows all spring up into joys for others; whose earthly hopes, laid in the grave with many tears, are the seed from which spring healing flowers and balm for the desolate and the distressed. strength of When a heavy weight presses the soul to the lowest level at which endurance 40 FLOWEKS AND FRUIT. is possible, there is an instant and desperate effort of every physical and moral nerve to throw- off the weight ; and hence the heaviest anguish often precedes a return tide of joy and courage. Self-forget- " Thee uses thyself only to learn how to love thy neighbor, Ruth," said Simeon, looking with a beaming face on Ruth. Natural He had one of those natures which seJiSbmty. could better and more clearly conceive of religious things from its own percep- tions and instincts than many a matter-of-fact and practical Christian. The gift to appreciate and the sense to feel the finer shades and relations of moral things often seems an attribute of those whose whole life shows a careless disregard of them. Hence, Moore, Byron, Goethe, often speak words more wisely descriptive of the true reli- gious sentiment, than another man whose whole life is governed by it. In such minds, disregard of religion is a more fearful treason, — a more deadly sin. Supersti- No one is so thoroughly superstitious as the godless man. The Christian is com- posed by the belief of a wise, all-ruling Father, whose presence fills the void unknown with light and order ; but to the man who has dethroned God, the spirit-land is, indeed, in the words of the Hebrew poet, " a land of darkness and the shadow of death," without any order, where the THE INNER LIFE. 41 light is as darkness. Life and death to him are haunted grounds, filled with goblin forms of vague and shadowy dread. The human After aU, let a man take what pains he may to hush it down, a human soul is an awful ghostly, unquiet possession for a bad man to have. Who knows the metes and bounds of it ? Who knows all its awful perhapses, — those shudderings and tremblings which it can no more live down than it can outlive its own eternity ! What a fool is he who locks his door to keep out spirits, who has in his own bosom a spirit he dares not meet alone, — whose voice, smothered far down, and piled over with moun- tains of earthliness, is yet like the forewarning trumpet of doom ! ' DRED. Practical The divine part of man is often shame- faced and seK-distrustful, iU at home in this world, and standing in awe of nothing so much as what is called common sense ; and yet common sense very often, by its own keenness, is able to see that these unavailable currencies of another's mind are of more worth, if the world only knew it, than the ready coin of its own ; and so the practical and the ideal nature are drawn together. 42 FLOWERS AND FRUIT. inexpiica- Sensitive people never like the fatigue ences^^ ^^' of justifying their instincts. Nothing, in fact, is less capable of being justified by technical reasons than those fine insights into character whereupon affection is built. We have all had experience of preferences vrhich would not follow the most exactly ascertained catalogue of virtues, and would be made captive where there was very little to be said in justification of the captivity. Congenial- " Why, surely," said Anne, " one wants posites!^' one's friends to be congenial, I should think." " So we do ; and there is nothing in the world so congenial as differences. To be sure, the differences must be harmonious. In music, now, for instance, one does n't want a repetition of the same notes, but differing notes that chord. Nay, even discords are indispensable to complete har- mony. Now, Nina has just that difference from me which chords with me ; and all our little quarrels — for we have had a good many, and I dare say shall have more — are only a sort of chromatic passages, — discords of the seventh, leading into harmony. My Hfe is inward, the- orizing, self-absorbed. I am hypochondriac, often morbid. The vivacity and acuteness of her outer life makes her just what I need. She wakens, she rouses, and keeps me in play ; and her quick instincts are often more than a match for my reason." THE INNER LIFE. 43 Proof of " How do you know there is any heaven, heaven. ■, ^ j> anyhow r " Know it ? " said Milly, her eyes kindling, and striking her staff on the ground, " Know it ? I know it by de hankering arter it I got in here ; " giving her broad chest a blow which made it resound like a barrel. " De Lord knowed what he was 'bout when he made us. When he made babies rootin' 'round, wid der poor little mouths open, he made milk, and de mammies for 'em too. Chile, we 's nothing but great babies, dat ain't got our eyes open, — rootin' 'round an' 'round ; but de Father 'U feed us yet — He will so." Power of As oil will find its way into crevices ^°^^' where water cannot penetrate, so song will find its way where speech can no longer enter. Night reso- What we have thought and said under lutions. ,1 , i? -J • i the august presence oi witnessing stars, or beneath the holy shadows of moonlight, seems with the dry, hot heat of next day's sun to take wings, and rise to heaven with the night's clear drops. If all the prayers and good resolutions which are laid down on sleeping pillows could be found there on awaking, the world would be better than it is. Transition There are times in life when the soul, peno s. Y[^^ ^ half-grown climbing vine, hangs 44 FLOWERS AND FRUIT. hovering tremulously, stretching out its tendrils for something to ascend by. Such are generally the great transition periods of life, when we are passing from the ideas and conditions of one stage of existence to those of another. Such times are most favorable for the presentation of the higher truths of religion. Connection This life may truly be called a haunted l^iTit ^ house, built as it is on the very confines world. ^^ ^j^g Ysind of darkness and the shadow of death. A thousand living fibres connect us with the unknown and unseen state ; and the strongest hearts, which never stand still for any mortal terror, have sometimes hushed their very beating at a breath of a whisper from within the veil. Perhaps the most resolute unbeliever in spiritual things has hours of which he would be ashamed to tell, when he, too, yields to the powers of those awful affinities which bind us to that unknown realm. Suffering It is the last triumph of affection and in silence, magnanimity, when a loving heart can respect the suffering silence of its beloved, and allow that lonely liberty in which only some natures can find comfort. Joy in en- And, as he sang and prayed, that durance. g^^ange joy arose within him, which, like the sweetness of night flowers, is bora of darkness and tribulation. The soul has in it THE INNER LIFE. 45 somewhat of the divine, in that it can have joy- in endurance beyond the joy of indulgence. They mistake who suppose that the highest happiness lies in wishes accomplished — in pros- perity, wealth, favor, and success. There has been a joy in dungeons and on racks passing the joy of harvest. A joy strange and solemn, mysterious even to its possessor. A white stone dropped from that signet ring, peace, which a dying Saviour took from his own bosom, and bequeathed to those who endure the cross, de- spising the shame. SUNNY MEMORIES OF FOREIGN LANDS. Inward How natural it is to say of some place sheltered, simple, cool, and retired, here one might find peace, as if peace came from without, and not from within. In the shadiest and stillest places may be the most turbulent hearts, and there are hearts which, through the busiest scenes, carry with them unchanging peace. Grace in I have read of Alpine flowers leaning their cheeks on the snow. I wonder if any flowers grow near enough to that snow to touch it. I mean to go and see. So I went ; there, sure enough, my little fringed purple bell, to which I had give the name of " suspirium," was growing, not only close to the snow but in it. Thus God's grace, shining steadily on the 46 FLOWERS AND FRUIT. waste places of the human heart, brings up heav- enward sighings and aspirations, which pierce through the cold snows of affliction, and tell that there is yet life beneath. God as an I was glad to walk on alone : for the scenery was so wonderful that human sympathy and communion seemed to be out of the question. The effect of such scenery to our generally sleeping and drowsy souls, bound with a double chain of earthliness and sin, is like the electric touch of the angel on Peter, bound and sleeping. They make us realize that we were not only made to commune with God, but also what a God He is with whom we may commune. We talk of poetry, we talk of painting, we go to the ends of the earth to see the artists and great men of this world ; but what a poet, what an artist, is God ! Truly said Michel Angelo, " The true painting is only a copy of the divine perfec- tions — a shadow of his pencil." Soui-striv- The human soul seems to me an impris- ^"^' oned essence, striving after somewhat divine. There is strength in it, as of suffocated flame, finding vent now through poetry, now in painting, now in music, sculpture, or architecture ; various are the crevices and fissures, but the flame is one. Shadow. What a curious kind of thing shadow is, — that invisible veil, falling so evenly and so THE INNER LIFE. 47 lightly over all things, bringing with it such thoughts of calmness and rest. I wonder the old Greeks did not build temples to Shadow, and call her the sister of Thought and Peace. The Hebrew writers speak of the "overshadowing of the Almighty ; " they call his protection " the shadow of a great rock in a weary land." Even as the shadow of Mont Blanc f aUs like a Sabbath across this valley, so falls the sense of his pres- ence across our weary life-road. Heimweh. Why? why this veil of dim and inde- finable anguish at sight of whatever is most fair, at hearing whatever is most lovely ? Is it the exiled spirit, yearning for its own? Is it the captive, to whom the ray of heaven's own glory comes tlirough the crevice of his dungeon wall ? feS ^"^^ ^^ ^^ ^^* enough to open one's eyes on scenes; one must be able to be "en rapport" with them. Just so in the spiritual world, we sometimes see great truths, — see that God is beautiful and surpassingly lovely ; but at other times we feel both nature and God, and O, how different seeing and feeling I POGA]SrUC PEOPLE.* Kvlin ^^^^^ ^^® ^^^^' ^i"^"l' unlovely souls, the un- who yet long to be loved, who sigh in lovely. ii • 1 1 . ft ° their dark prison for that tenderness, 48 FLOWERS AND FRUIT. that devotion, of which they are consciously unworthy. Love might redeem them ; but who can love them ? There is a fable of a prince, doomed by a cruel enchanter to wear a loath- some, bestial form, till some fair woman should redeem him by the transforming kiss of love. The fable is a parable of the experience of many a lost human soul. . . . Who can read the awful mysteries of a single soul ? We see human beings, hard, harsh, earthly, and apparently without an aspiration for any- thing high and holy ; but let us never say that there is not far down in the depths of any soul a smothered aspiration, a dumb, repressed desire to be something higher and purer, to attain the perfectness to which God calls it. LITTLE PUSSY WILLOW. Seeing the " She shall be called little Pussy Willow, lilt^ ^^^ I shall give her the gift of always seeing the bright side of everything. That gift will be more to her than beauty or riches or honors. It is not so much matter what color one's eyes are as what one sees with them. There is a bright side to everything, if people only knew it, and the best eyes are those which are always able to see this bright side." THE INNER LIFE. 49 A DOG S MISSION. Reaction A conscientious person should beware of harsh- p ,•• • j. ' £ ness. ot getting into a passion, tor every sharp word one speaks comes back and lodges like a sliver in one's own heart ; and such slivers hurt us worse than they ever can any one else. Man's Ah, the child is father of the man ! patience!"^" when he gets older he will have the great toys of which these are emblems ; he will believe in what he sees and touches, — in house, land, raih'oad stock, — he will believe in these earnestly and really, and in his eternal manhood nominally and partially. And when his father's messengers meet him, and face him about, and take him off his darling pursuits, and sweep his big ships into the fire, and crush his full-grown cars, then the grown man will com- plain and murmur, and wonder as the little man does now. The Father wants the future, the Child the present, all through life, till death makes the child a man. MY "WIFE AND I. Discipline The moral discipline of bearing with pa lence. ^^.^ p^^-jgjj^iy jg g^ great deal better and more ennobling than the most vigorous assertion of one's personal rights. 50 FLOWERS AND FRUIT. Ennobling When WG look at the apparent reckless- 6oraow° ness with which great sorrows seem to be distributed among the children of the earth, there is no way to keep our faith in a Fatherly love, except to recognize how invariably the sorrows that spring from love are a means of enlarging and dignifying a human being. Noth- ing great or good comes without birth-pangs, and in just the proportion that natures grow more noble their capacities of suffering increase. Line be- The line between right and wrong seems aad^wrong. alvrays so indefinite, like the line be- tween any two colors of the prism ; it is hard to say just where one ends and another begins. Doubt. " Doubt is very well as a sort of consti- tutional crisis in the beginning of one's life ; but if it runs on and gets to be chronic it breaks a fellow up, and makes him morally spindling and sickly. Men that do anything in the world must be men of strong convictions ; it won't do to go through life like a hen, craw-crawing and lifting up one foot, not knowing where to set it down next." Friends. " I don't think," said she, " you should say ' make ' friends, — friends are discover ed, rather than made. There are people who are in their own nature friends, only they don't know each other ; but certain things, like poetry, music, THE INNER LIFE. 51 and painting, are like the free-masons' signs, — they reveal the initiated to each other." WE AND OUR NEIGHBORS. Forgive- " Yes," Said Harry, " forgiveness of friends. enemies used to be the ultima thule of virtue ; but I rather think it will have to be forgiveness of friends. I call the man a perfect Christian that can always forgive his friends." Altruism. Do not our failures and mistakes often come from discouragement? Does not every human being need a believing second self, whose support and approbation shall reinforce one's failing courage ? The saddest hours of life are when we doubt ourselves. To sensitive, excitable people, who expend nervous energy freely, must come many such low tides. " Am I really a miserable failure, — a poor, good-for-nothing, abortive attempt ? " In such crises we need another self to restore our equilibrium. Reproach. The agony of his self-reproach and despair had been doubled by the reproaches and expostulations of many of his own family friends, who poured upon bare nerves the nitric acid of reproach. Help from Something definite to do is, in some crises, a far better medicine for a sick 52 FLOWERS AND FRUIT. soul than any amount of meditation and prayer. One step fairly taken in a right direction goes farther than any amount of agonized back-looking. Praise and Praise is sunshine ; it warms, it inspires, it promotes growth : blame and rebuke are rain and hail ; they beat down and bedraggle, even though they may at times be necessary. God work- The invisible Christ must be made man. ^°"^ known through human eyes ; He must speak though a voice of earthly love, and a human hand inspired by his spirit must be reached forth to save. Inner life. The external life is positive, visible, definable ; easily made the subject of conversa- tion. The inner life is shy, retiring, most diffi- cult to be expressed in words, often inexplicable, even to the subject of it, yet no less a positive reality than the outward. RELIGIOtJS POEMS. Peace For not alone in those old Eastern re- through . suffering. glOnS Are Christ's beloved ones tried by cross and chain ; In many a house are his elect ones hidden, His martyrs suffering in their patient pain. The rack, the cross, life's weary wrench of woe, THE INNER LIFE. 53 The world sees not, as slow, from day to day, In calm, mispoken patience, sadly still. The loving spirit bleeds itself away ; But there are hours, when from the heavens un- folding Come down the angels with the glad release. And we look upward, to behold in glory Our suffering loved ones borne away to peace. The spirit As some rare perfume in a vase of clay within. Pervades it with a fragrance not its own, So, when Thou dwellest in a mortal soul. All heaven's own sweetness seems around it thrown. The calm When winds are raging o'er the upper of God's love. ocean. And billows wild contend with angry roar, 'T is said, far down beneath the wild commotion, That peaceful stillness reigneth evermore. Far, far beneath, the noise of tempest dieth, And silver waves chime ever peacefully ; And no rude storm, how fierce soe'er he flieth, Disturbs the Sabbath of that deeper sea. So to the soul that knows thy love, O Purest, There is a temple peaceful evermore ! And all the babble of life's angry voices Die in hushed stillness at its sacred door. God's com- Think not, when the wailing winds of fort. , autumn 54 FLOWERS AND FRUIT. Drive the shivering leaflets from the trees, — Think not all is over : spring returneth ; Buds and leaves and blossoms thou shalt see. Think not, when thy heart is waste and dreary, When thy cherished hopes lie chill and sere, — Think not all is over : God still loveth ; He will wipe away thy every tear. CHAPTER 11. HUMAN NATURE. THE minister's WOOING. Ignorant He was one of that class of people selfishness. r r j? • i 'n i j ji who, oi a ireezmg day, will plant them- selves directly between you and the fire, and then stand and argue to prove that selfishness is the root of all moral evil. Simeon said he always had thought so ; and his neighbors sometimes supposed that nobody could enjoy better experi- mental advantages for understanding the subject. He was one of those men who suppose themselves submissive to the divine will, to the uttermost extent demanded by the extreme theology of that day, simply because they have no nerves to feel, no imagination to conceive, what endless happiness or suffering is, and who deal therefore with the great question of the salvation or dam- nation of myriads as a problem of theological algebra, to be worked out by their inevitable X, y, z. Sensitive- A generous, upright nature is always blame. more sensitive to blame than another, — sensitive in proportion to the amount of its reverence for good. 66 FLOWERS AND FRUIT. Depression It IS a hard condition of our existence tation. " that every exaltation must have its de- pression. God will not let us have heaven here below, but only such glimpses and faint showings as parents sometimes give to chil- dren, when they show them beforehand the jewelry and pictures and stores of rare and curious trea- sures which they hold for the possession of their riper years. So it very often happens that the man who has gone to bed an angel, feeling as if all sin were forever vanquished, and he himself immutably grounded in love, may wake the next morning with a sick-headache, and, if he be not careful, may scold about his breakfast like a mis- erable sinner. French True Frenchwoman as she was, always nature. . . , , . „ « , m one rambow shimmer ot lancy and feeling, like one of those cloud-spotted April days, which give you flowers and rain, sun and shadow, and snatches of bird-singing, all at once. Simple He is One of those great, honest fellows, woridii^^^' without the smallest notion of the world ness. ^g |-^g -jj^ ^jjQ think, in dealing with men, that you must go to work and prove the right or the wrong of a matter ; just as if any- body cared for that ! Supposing he is right, — which appears very probable to me, — what is he going to do about it ? No moral argument, since the world began, ever prevailed over twenty- five per cent, profit. HUMAN NATURE. 57 Duty p. "Madam," said the doctor, "I 'd sooner ency. my System should be sunk in the sea than that it should be a millstone round my neck to keep me from my duty. Let God take care of my theology ; I must do my duty." Joy of There are some people so evidently ^^"^' broadly and heartily of this world that their coming into a room always materializes the conversation. We wish to be understood that we mean no disparaging reflection on such per- sons ; they are as necessary to make up a world as cabbages to make up a garden ; the great, healthy principles of cheerfulness and animal life seem to exist in them in the gross ; they are wedges and ingots of solid, contented vitality. A boy'a " Oh, you go 'long, Massa Marvin ; ^'^ ' ye '11 live to count dat ar' boy for de staff o' yer old age yit, now I tell ye ; got de makin' o' ten or 'nary men in him ; kittles dat 's full allers will bile over ; good yeast will blow at de cork, — lucky ef it don't bust de bottle. Tell ye, der 's angels hes der hooks in sich, an' when de Lord wants him, dey '11 haul him in safe an* sound." Will- " Law me ! what 's de use ? I 'se set out power. ^^ b'liebe de Catechize, an' I 'se gwine to b'liebe it, so ! " The ^ " But, Marie, how unjust is the world ! injustice, how unjust both in praise and blame." 58 FLOWERS AND FRUIT. OLDTOWN FOLKS. Selfish These dear, good souls who wear their life out for you, have they not a right to scold you, and dictate to you, and tie up your liberty, and make your life a burden to you ? If they have not, who has ? If you complain, you break their worthy old hearts. They insist on the privilege of seeking your happiness by thwarting you in everything you want to do, and putting their will instead of yours in every step of your life. Expressive Aunt Lois, as I have often said before, was a good Christian, and held it her duty to govern her tongue. True, she said many sharp and bitter things ; but nobody but herself and her God knew how many more she would have said had she not reined herself up in con- scientious silence. But never was there a woman whose silence could express more contempt and displeasure than hers. You could feel it in the air about you, though she never said a word. You could feel it in the rustle of her dress, in the tap of her heels over the floor, in the occa- sional flash of her sharp black eye. She was like a thunder-cloud, whose quiet is portentous, and from which you every moment expect a flash or an explosion. HUMAN NATURE. 69 Power of That kind of tone which sounds so much like a blow that one dodges one's head involuntarily. Makingthe " There 's no use in such talk, Lois : what 's done 's done ; and if the Lord let it be done, we may. We can't always make people do as we would. There 's no use in being dragged through the world like a dog under a cart, hanging back and yelping. What we must do, we may as weU do willmgly, — as well walk as be dragged." Influence It is Strange that no human being grows SyaMas- "P "^^^o docs not SO intertwist in his Bociation. growth the whole idea and spirit of his day, that rightly to dissect out his history would require one to cut to pieces and analyze society, law, religion, the metaphysics, and the morals of his time ; and, as all things run back to those of past days, the problem is still further compli- cated. The humblest human being is the sum total of a column of figures which go back through centuries before he was born. Personal Supposing a man is made like an organ, magne - ^j^j^ ^^^ ^^ three banks of keys, and ism, ever so many stops, so that he can play all sorts of tunes on himself ; is it being a hypocrite with each person to play precisely the tune, and draw out exactly the stop, which he knows will make himself agreeable and further his purpose ? 60 FLOWERS AND FRUIT. Physical That charming gift of physical good humor. humor, which is often praised as a vir- tue in children and in grown people, but which is a mere condition of the animal nature. SAM LAWSON's stories. Effect of "Ye know sinnin' will always make a Buinmg. ^^^ leave prayin'." Scepti- "You look at the folks that 's allers tellin' you what they don't believe, — they don't believe this, an' they don't believe that, — an' what sort o' folks is they ? Why, like yer Aunt Lois, sort o' stringy an' dry. There ain't no 'sorption got out o' not belie vin' nothin'." Life. " That 'are 's jest the way folks go all their lives, boys. It 's all fuss, fuss, and stew, stew, till ye get somewhere ; an' then it 's fuss, fuss, an' stew, stew, to get back again ; jump here an' scratch your eyes out, an' jump there an' scratch 'em in again, — that 'are 's life." PEARL OF ORR'S ISLAND. Life as a There are those people who possess a peculiar faculty of mingling in the af- fairs of this life as spectators as well as actors. HUMAN NATURE. 61 It does not, of course, suppose any coldness of nature or want of human interest or sympathy, — nay, it often exists more completely with people of the tenderest human feeling. It rather seems to be a kind of distinct faculty working harmoniously with all the others ; but he who possesses it needs never to be at a loss for inter- est or amusement ; he is always a spectator at a tragedy or a comedy, and sees in real life a humor and a pathos beyond anything he can find shadowed in books. AchUd- Mrs. Pennel had one of those natures, ■ gentle, trustful, and hopeful, because not very deep ; she was one of the little children of the world, whose faith rests on childlike igno- ranee, and who know not the deeper needs of deeper natures ; such see only the sunshine, and forget the storm. Unintend- All that there was developed of him, at ed hurts. , p i c ,„ present, was a fund of energy, self- esteem, hope, courage, and daring, the love of action, life, and adventure ; his life was in the outward and present, not in the inward and re- flective ; he was a true ten-year-old boy, in its healthiest and most animal perfection. What she was, the small pearl with the golden hair, with her frail and high-strung organization, her sensitive nerves, her half-spiritual fibres, her pon- derings, and marvels, and dreams, her power of love and yearning for self-devotion, our reader 62 FLOWERS AND FRUIT. may, perhaps, have seen. But if ever two chil- dren, or two grown people, thus organized, are thrown into intimate relations, it follows, from the very laws of their being, that one must hurt the other, simply by being itself ; one must al- ways hunger for what the other has not to give. Real love. " I always thought that my wife must be one of the sort of women who pray." "And why?" said Mara, in surprise. " Because I need to be loved a great deal, and it is only that kind who pray who know how to love really.''^ LITTLE rOXES» Difficulty It is astonishing how much we think knowledge, about ourselves, yet to how little pur- pose ; how very clever people will talk and wonder about themselves and each other, not knowing how to use either themselves or each other, — not having as much practical philosophy in the matter of their own character and that of their friends as they have in respect to the screws of their gas-fixtures or the management of their water-pipes. Reserve There are in every family circle indi- not under- • i i i , • «! • r stood. V] duals whom a certam sensitiveness oi nature inclines to quietness and reserve ; and there are very well-meaning families where no such quietness and reserve is possible. No- HUMAN NATURE. 63 body can be let alone, nobody may have a secret, nobody can move in any direction, without a host of inquiries and comments : " Who is your letter from ? Let 's see." — " My letter is from So- and-so." — "He writing to you! I didn't know that. What 's he writing about ? " — " Where did you go yesterday ? What did you buy ? What did you give for it ? What are you going to do with it ? " — " Seems to me that 's an odd way to do. I should n't do so." — " Look here, Mary ; Sarah 's going to have a dress of silk tissue this spring. Now I think they 're too dear, don't you ? " I recoUect seeing in some author a description of a true gentleman, in which, among other things, he was characterized as the man that asks the fewest questions. This trait of refined so- ciety might be adopted into home-life in a far greater degree than it is, and make it far more agreeable. If there is perfect unreserve and mutual con- fidence, let it show itself in free communications coming unsolicited. It may fairly be pre- sumed that, if there is anything our intimate friends wish us to know, they will tell us of it, and that when we are in close and confidential terms with persons, and there are topics on which they do not speak to us, it is because for some reason they prefer to keep silence concerning them ; and the delicacy that respects a friend's silence is one of the charms of Hfe. 64 FLOWERS AND FRUIT. Shyness of It comes far easier to scold our friend in an angry moment than to say how much we love, honor, and esteem him in a kindly mood. "Wrath and bitterness speak themselves and go with their own force ; love is shame-faced, looks shyly out of the window, lingers long at the door-latch. Throwing For the Contentions that loosen the very nes? ^^^' foundations of love, that crumble away all its fine traceries and carved work, about what miserable, worthless things do they commonly begin ! A dinner underdone, too much oil consumed, a newspaper torn, a waste of coal or soap, a dish broken ! — and for this miserable sort of trash, very good, very generous, very re- ligious people will sometimes waste and throw away by double-handfuls the very thing for which houses are built and all the paraphernalia of a home established, — their happi7iess. Better cold coffee, smoky tea, burnt meat, better any inconvenience, any loss, than a loss of love ; and nothing so surely turns away love as constant fault-finding. Morbid There is fretfulness, a mizzling, driz- ee mgs. ^ling rain of discomforting remark ; there is grumbling, a northeast snowstorm that never clears ; there is scolding, the thunder-storm with lightning and hail. All these are worse than useless ; they are positive sins, by whomsoever indulged, — sins as great and real as many that HUMAN NATURE. 65 are shuddered at in polite society. All these are for the most part but the venting on our fellow- beings of morbid feelings resulting from dyspep- sia, over-taxed nerves, or general ill-health. HOUSE AND HOME PAPERS. Love of a Milton says that the love of fame is the bargain. j^^^ infirmity of noble minds. I think he had not rightly considered the subject. I believe that last infirmity is the love of getting things cheap ! Understand me, now. I don't mean the love of getting cheap things, by which one understands showy, trashy, ill-made, spurious articles, bearing certain apparent resemblances to better things. All really sensible people are quite superior to that sort of cheapness. But those fortunate accidents which put within the power of a man things really good and valuable for half or a third of their value, what mortal virtue and resolution can withstand ? Warning Mothers who throw away the key of formoth- ^j^g.j. ^ji^ii^jren's hearts in childhood sometimes have a sad retribution. As the children never were considered when they were little and helpless, so they do not consider when they are strong and powerful. Careful ob- I think the best things on all subjects in servation. ^^-^ ^^^^^ ^f ^^^.g ^^^ g^^^J^ ^ot by the practical workers, but by the careful observers. 66 FLOWERS AND FRUIT. THE CHIMNEY COKNER. Looking Friend Theophilus was born on the blue glasses, shady side of Nature, and endowed by his patron saint with every grace and gift which can make a human creature worthy and available, except the gift of seeing the bright side of things. His bead-roll of Christian vir- tues includes all the graces of the spirit except hope ; and so, if one wants to know exactly the flaw, the defect, the doubtful side, and to take into account all the untoward possibilities of any person, place, or thing, he had best apply to friend Theophilus. He can tell you just where and how the best-laid scheme is likely to fail, just the screw that will fall loose in the smoothest working machinery, just the flaw in the most perfect character, just the defect in the best written book, just the variety of thorn that must accompany each particular species of rose. Chateaux Rudolph is another of the habitues of ^pagne. our chimney corner, representing the order of young knighthood in America, and his dreams and fancies, if impracticable, are always of a kind to make every one think him a good fellow. He who has no romantic dreams at twenty-one will be a horribly dry peascod at fifty ; therefore it is that I gaze reverently at aU Kudolph's chateaux in Spain, which want nothing to complete them except solid earth to stand on. HUMAN NATURE. 67 Care in- The fact is that care and labor are as human^n^ much Correlated to human existence as ture. shadow is to light : there is no such thing as excluding them from any mortal lot. You may make a canary-bird or a gold-fish live in absolute contentment without a care or labor, but a human being you cannot. Human beings are restless and active in their very nature, and will do something, and that something will prove a care, a labor, and a fatigue, arrange it how you will. As long as there is anything to be desired and not yet attained, so long its attainment will be attempted; so long as that attainment is doubtful or difficult, so long will there be care and anxiety. THE MAYFLOWER. ness.' Cute- He possessed a great share of that char- acteristic national trait so happily de- nominated " cuteness," which signifies an ability to do everything without trying, to know every- thing without learning, and to make more use of one's ignorance than other people do of their knowledge. Making It Sometimes goes a great way towards peope e jjjg^jjjjjg people like us to take it for granted that they do already. A common She therefore repeated over exactly SasoiSng. what she said before, only in a much 68 FLOWERS AND FRUIT. louder tone of voice, and with much more vehe- ment forms of asseveration, — a mode of reason- ing which, if not entirely logical, has at least the sanction of very respectable authorities among the enlightened and learned. Danger in There is no point in the history of ^ re- apparent p .,1 . ... .-,.'., safety. lorm, either m communities or individ- uals, so dangerous as that where danger seems entirely past. As long as a man thinks his health failing, he watches, he diets, and will undergo the most heroic self-denial ; but let him once set himself down as cured, and how readily does he fall back to one soft, indulgent habit after another, all tending to ruin everything that he has before done ! Seif-decep. How strange that a man may appear doomed, given up, and lost, to the eye of every looker-on, before he begins to suspect himself ! Convenient What would people do if the convenient shelter of duty did not afford them a retreat in cases where they are disposed to change their minds ? Too much A man can sometimes become an old bachelor because he has too much heart, as well as too little. Privileged Thesc privileged truth-teUers are quite a tellers. necessary of life to young ladies in the HUMAN NATURE. 69 full tide of society, and we really think it would be worth while for every dozen of them to unite to keep a person of this kind on a salary for the benefit of the whole. Two kinds There is one kind of frankness which is of frank- .^^ result of perfect unsuspiciousness, IX6SSa •*■ |» • and which requires a measure ot igno- rance of the world and of life ; this kind appeals to our generosity and tenderness. There is an- other which is the frankness of a strong but pure mind, acquainted with life, clear in its dis- crimination and upright in its intention, yet above disguise or concealment; this kind excites re- spect. The first seems to proceed simply from impulse, the second from impulse and reflection united; the first proceeds, in a measure, from ignorance, the second from knowledge ; the first is born from an undoubting confidence in others, the second from a virtuous and well-grounded reliance on one's self. PINK AND WHITE TYRANNY. Genial and There are people who, wherever they ^iSvl^ move, freeze the hearts of those they touch, and chill all demonstration of feeling; and there are warm natures, that unlock every fountain, and bid every feeling gush forth. 70 FLOWERS AND FRUIT. Power of " Oh, nonsense ! now, John, don't talk ^^^ ^' humbug. I 'd like to see you following goodness when beauty is gone. I 've known lots of plain old maids that were perfect saints and angels j yet men crowded and jostled by them to get at the pretty sinners. I dare say now," she added, with a bewitching look over her shoulder at him, " you 'd rather have me than Miss Almira Carraway, — had n't you, now ? " Grovping " The thing with you men," said Grace, "is that you want your wives to see with your eyes, all in a minute, what has got to come with years and intimacy, and the gradual growing closer and closer together. The hus- band and wife, of themselves, drop many friend- ships and associations that at first were mutually distasteful, simply because their tastes have grown insensibly to be the same." DEACON PITKIN S FARM. A New Diana Pitkin was like some of the fruits woman. of her native hills, full of juices which tend to sweetness in maturity, but which, when not quite ripe, have a pretty decided dash of sharpness. There are grapes that require a frost to ripen them, and Diana was somewhat akin to these. HUMAN NATURE. 71 AGNES OF SORRENTO. Acceptable Then he had given her advice which ^^®' exactly accorded with her own views ; and such advice is always regarded as an emi- nent proof of sagacity in the giver. Dual But, reviewing his interior world, and na ure. taking a survey of the work before him, he felt that sense of a divided personality which often becomes so vivid in the history of individ- uals of strong will and passion. It seemed to him that there were two men within him : the one turbulent, passionate, demented ; the other vainly endeavoring, by authority, reason, and conscience, to bring the rebel to subjection. The discipline of conventual life, the extraordi- nary austerities to which he had condemned him- self, the monotonous solitude of his existence, all tended to exalt the vivacity of the nervous sys- tem, which in the Italian constitution is at all times disproportionately developed ; and when those weird harp-strings of the nerves are once thoroughly unstrung, the fury and tempest of the discord sometimes utterly bewilders the most practiced self-government. Power of " Son, it is ever so," replied the monk. characte^r. " If there be a man that cares neither for duke nor emperor, but for God alone, then dukes and emperors will give more 72 FLOWERS AND FRUIT. for his good word than for a whole dozen of common priests." Relation of " We old f olks are twisted and crabbed youth. and full of knots with disappointment and trouble, like the mulberry-trees that they keep for vines to run on." UNCLE TOM S CABIN. Persis- " Dis ycr matter 'bout persistence, fel- ler-niggers," said Sam, with the air of one entering into an abstruse subject, " dis yer 'sistency 's a thing what ain't seed into very clar by most anybody. Now, yer see, when a feller stands up for a thing one day and night, de con- trar' de next, folks ses (an' naturally enough dey ses), Why, he ain't persistent — hand me dat ar' bit o' corn-cake, Andy. But let 's look inter it. I hope the gent'lmen and de fair sex will scuse my usin' an or 'nary sort o' 'parison. Here ! I 'm a tryin' to get top o' der hay. Wal, I puts up my larder dis yer side ; 't ain't no go ; — den, 'cause I don't try dere no more, but puts my larder right de contrar' side, ain't I persistent ? I 'm persistent in wantin' to get up which ary side my larder is ; don't ye see, all on ye ? " The negro The negro, it must be remembered, is beauty. an exotic of the most gorgeous and superb countries of the world, and he HUMAN NATURE. 73 has, deep in his heart, a passion for all that is splendid, rich, and fanciful ; a passion which, rudely indulged by an untrained taste, draws on him the ridicule of the colder and more correct white race. Effect of The ear that has never heard anything harshness, i ■ i • . i • i i p but abuse is strangely incredulous ot anything so heavenly as kindness. "Blessings Marie was one of those unfortunately they take ^ constituted mortals, in whose eyes what- mgw." ^^^^ i^ ^^^^ ^^^ gone assumes a value which it never had in possession. Whatever she had she seemed to survey only to pick flaws in it ; but once fairly away, there was no end to her valuation of it. DRED. Speaking " Now, Miss Nina, I want to speak as as a friend. n . ■• ,, a iriend. " No, you sha'n't ; it is just what people say when they are going to say something disagree- able. I told Clayton, once for all, that I would n't have him speak as a friend to me." 'Senses. " Ah, lots of 'scuses I keeps ! I tell you now, 'scuses is excellent things. Why, 'senses is like dis yer grease dat keeps de wheels from screaking. Lord bless you, de whole world 74 FLOWERS AND FRUIT. turns 'round on 'senses. Whar de world be if everybody was such fools to tell de raal reason for every ting they are gwine for to do, or ain't gwine for to ! " Use of a Every kind of creature has its uses, and box. there are times when a lively, unthink- ing chatterbox is a perfect godsend. Those unperceiving people who never notice the embarrassment of others, and who walk with the greatest facility into the gaps of conversation, simply because they have no perception of any difficulty there, have their hour ; and Nina felt positively grateful to Mr. Carson for the contin- uous and cheerful rattle which had so annoyed her the day before. Good and It is our fatality that everything that arabie!"^^ does good must do harm. It is the con- dition of our poor, imperfect life here. ♦' streaked " But den, you see, honey, der 's some ^^^' folks der 's two men in 'em, — one is a good one, and t'oder is very bad. Wal, dis yer was jest dat sort. . . . He was one of dese yer streaked men, dat has drefful ugly streaks ; and, some of dem times, de Lord only knows what he won't do." First steps. There is something in the first essay of a young man, in any profession, like the first launching of a ship, which has a never-ceasing hold on human sympathies. HUMAN NATURE. 75 Fromdif- There is no study in human nature stand- more interesting than the aspects of the ^°^^ ^" same subject seen in the points of view of different characters. One might almost imag- ine that there were no such thing as absolute truth, since a change of situation or tempera- ment is capable of changing the whole force of an argument. Fine na- As good wine makcs the strongest vine- vertecL^^ gar, SO fine nature perverted makes the worst vice. SUNNY MEMORIES OP FOREIGN LANDS. Lost confi- There are some people who involve in themselves so many of the elements which go to make up our confidence in human nature generally, that to lose confidence in them seems to undermine our faith in human virtue. Wit. Truly, wit, like charity, covers a mul- titude of sins. A man who has the faculty of raising a laugh in this sad, earnest world is remembered with indulgence and complacency. Value of But SO it always is. The man who has ready ex- ..,.«,« . « pressicn. exquisite giits 01 expression passes tor more, popularly, than the man with great and grand ideas, who utters but imper- fectly. 76 FLOWEKS AND FKUIT. POGANUC PEOPLE. Opinion- Miss Debby was one of those human pie. ^^^' beings who carry with them the apology for their own existence. It took but a glance to see that she was one of those forces of nature which move always in straight lines, and which must be turned out for if one wishes to avoid a colhsion. All Miss Debby's opinions had been made up, catalogued, and arranged at a very early period of life, and she had no thought of change. She moved in a region of certainties, and always took her own opinions for granted with a calm supremacy altogether above reason. Yet there was all the while about her a twinkle of humorous consciousness, a vein of original drollery, which gave piquancy to the brusqueness of her manner, and prevented people from taking offence. Difficulty It is curious that men are not generally of confes- i t p r £ j.t_ sion. ashamed oi any torm oi anger, wrath, or malice ; but of the first step towards a nobler nature, — the confession of a wrong, — they are ashamed. LITTLE PUSSY WILLOW. Animal When people work hard all day, and spin s. Jiave a good digestion, it is not necessary HUMAN NATURE. 77 that a thing should be very funny to make them laugh tremendously. First false Boys, and men too, sometimes, by a ^ ^^' single step, and that step taken in a sudden hurry of inconsideration, get into a net- work of false positions, in which they are very uneasy and unhappy, but live along from day to day seeing no way out. QUEER LITTLE PEOPLE. Marks of " Depend upon it, my dear," said Mrs. gemus. Nut-cracker, solemnly, " that fellow must be a genius." " Fiddlestick on his genius ! " said old Mr. Nut-cracker ; " what does he do ? " " Oh, nothing, of course ; that 's one of the first marks of genius. Geniuses, you know, never can come down to common life." A busy- Old Mother Magpie was about the busi- ° ^' est character in the forest. But you must know that there is a great difference be- tween being busy and being industrious. One may be very busy all the time, and yet not in the least industrious ; and this was the case with Mother Magpie. She was always full of everybody's business but her own, — up and down, here and there, everywhere but in her own nest, knowing every 78 FLOWERS AND FRUIT. one's affairs, telling what everybody had been doing or ought to do, and ready to cast her ad- vice gratis at every bird and beast of the woods. A DOG S MISSION. Broken Do you, my brother, or grown-up sister, ever do anything like this ? Do your friendships and loves ever go the course of our Charley's toy ? First, enthusiasm ; second, sati- ety ; third, discontent ; then picking to pieces ; then dropping and losing ! How many idols are in your box of by-gone playthings ? And may it not be as well to suggest to you, when you find flaws in your next one, to inquire before you pick to pieces whether you can put together again, or whether what you call defect is not a part of its nature ? A tin locomotive won't draw a string of parlor chairs, by any possible alteration, but it may be very pretty for all that it was made for. Charley and you might both learn something from this. MY WIFE AlO) I. Soul-Ian- " There are people in this world who guage. (ion't understand each other's vernac- ular. Papa and I could no more discuss any question of the inner life together than if he spoke Chickasaw and I spoke French." HUMAN NATURE. 79 Characters It is a charming thing, in one's rambles, worth ex- . , n pioring. to come across a tree, or a tlower, or a fine bit of landscape that we can think of afterwards, and feel richer for its being in the world. But it is more, when one is in a strange place, to come across a man that you feel thoroughly persuaded is, somehow or other, morally and intellectually worth exploring. Our lives tend to become so hopelessly commonplace, and the human beings we meet are generally so much one just like another, that the possibility of a new and peculiar style of character in an acquaintance is a most enlivening one. Unsuspect- The man who has begun to live and ® ^'^ser. ^Qj.], -^y artificial stimulant never knows where he stands, and can never count upon himself with any certainty. , He lets into his castle a servant who becomes the most tyrannical of masters. He may resolve to turn him out, but will find himself reduced to the condition in which he can neither do with nor without him. In short, the use of stimulant to the brain power brings on a disease in whose paroxysms a man is no more his own master than in the rav- ings of fever, a disease that few have the knowl- edge to understand, and for whose manifestations the world has no pity. Heredity. Out of every ten young men who begin the use of stimulants as a social exhilaration, there are perhaps five in whose breast lies coiled 80 FLOWERS AND FRUIT. up and sleeping this serpent, destined in after years to be the deadly tyrant of their life — this curse, unappeasable by tears, or prayers, or agonies — with whom the struggle is like that of Laocoon with the hideous python, yet songs and garlands and poetry encircle the wine-cup, and ridicule and contumely are reserved for him who fears to touch it. Personality. "We are all familiar with the fact that there are some people who, let them sit still as they may, and conduct themselves never so quietly, nevertheless impress their personality on those around them, and make their presence felt. WE AND OUR NEIGHBORS. Friendly A great deal of good sermonizing, by gossip, ^_^^ way, is expended on gossip, which is denounced as one of the seven deadly sins of society ; but, after all, gossip has its better side ; if not a Christian grace, it certainly is one of those weeds which show a good warm soil. The kindly heart, that really cares for every- thing liuman it meets, inclines toward gossi]D in a good way. Just as a morning-glory throv/s out tendrils, and climbs up and peeps cheerily into your window, so a kindly gossip can't help watch- ing the opening and shutting of your blinds, and the curling smoke from your chimney. HUMAN NATURE. 81 Persist- If you Will have your own way, and ^^^^' persist in it, people have to make up with you. Right side Human nature is always interesting:, if of human ,..,., ° nature. One takes it right side out. Human It is rather amusing to a general looker- on ill this odd world of ours to contrast the serene, cheerful good faith with which these constitutionally active individuals go about criti- cising, and suggesting, and directing right and left, with the dismay and confusion of mind they leave behind them wherever they operate. They are often what the world calls well- meaning people, animated by a most benevolent spirit, and have no more intention of giving offence than a nettle has of stinging. A large, vigorous, well-growing nettle has no consciousness of the stings it leaves in the delicate hands that have been in contact with it ; it has simply acted out its innocent and respectable nature as a nettle. But a nettle armed with the power of locomotion on an ambulatory tour, is something the results of which may be fearful to contem- plate. Flaws in Ideal heroes are not plentiful, and there ^^^^' are few gems that don't need rich set- ting. 82 FLOWERS AND FRUIT. impossi- People who hate trouble generally get a evading good deal of it. It 's all very well for a g^^tle, acquiescent spirit to be carried through life by one bearer. But when half a dozen bearers quarrel and insist on carrying one opposite ways, the more facile the spirit, the greater the trouble. Righteous- Perhaps there is never a time when through re- man or woman has a better chance, with pen anoe. gu{t;a]3ie help, of building a good charac- ter, than just after a humiliating fall which has taught the sinner his own weakness, and given him a sad experience of the bitterness of sin. Nobody wants to be sold under sin, and go the whole length in iniquity ; and when one has gone just far enough in wrong living to perceive in advance all its pains and penalties, there is often an agonized effort to get back to respect- ability, like the clutching of the drowning man for the shore. The waters of death are cold and bitter, and nobody wants to be drowned. "I told "Whence is the feeling of satisfaction you so. -v^hich we have when things that we al- ways said we knew turn out just as we predicted ? Had we really rather our neighbor would be proved a thief and a liar than to be proved in a mistake ourselves ? Would we be willing to have somebody topple headlong into destruction for the sake of being able to say, 'I told you so ' ? " HUMAN NATURE. 83 Gossip. In fact, the gossip plant is like the grain of mustard-seed, which, though it be the least of all seeds, becometh a great tree, and the fowls of the air lodge in its branches, and chatter mightily there at all seasons. CHAPTER m. WOMAN. THE MIKESTEK's WOOING. Woman as " You girls and women don't know your ospe. pQ^ej.^ Why, Mary, you are a living Gospel. You have always had a strange power over us boys. You never talked religion much, but I have seen high fellows come away from being with you as stUl and quiet as one feels when he goes into a church. I can't understand all the hang of predestination and moral ability, and natural ability, and God's efficiency, and man's agency, which Dr. Hopkins is so en- gaged about ; but I can understand you, — you can do me good." Holiness of " But do you remember you told me once that, when the snow first fell, and lay so dazzling and pure and soft all about, you always felt as if the spreads and window cur- tains, that seemed white before, were not clean ? Well, it 's just like that with me. Your presence makes me feel that I am not pure, — that I am low and unworthy, — not worthy to touch the hem of your garment. Your good Dr. Hopkins WOMAN. 85 spent a whole half day, the other Sunday, trying to tell us about the beauty of holiness ; and he cut, and pared, and peeled, and sliced, and told us what it was n't ; and what was like it, and was n't ; and then he built up an exact definition, and fortified and bricked it up all round ; and I thought to myself that he 'd better tell 'em to look at Mary Scudder, and they 'd understand all about it." Woman en- Do you remember, at Niagara, a little man^siove. cataract on the American side, which throws its silver, sheeny veil over a cave called the Grot of Rainbows ? Whoever stands on a rock in that grotto sees himself in the cen- tre of a rainbow-circle, above, below, around. In like manner, merry, chatty, positive, busy, house-wifely Katy saw herself standing in a rain- bow-shrine in her lover's inner soul, and liked to see herself so. A woman, by-the-bye, must be very insensible, who is not moved to come upon a higher plane of being herself, by seeing how undoubtingly she is insphered in the heart of a good and noble man. A good man's faith in you, fair lady, if you ever have it, will make you better and nobler even before you know it. Power of It is Only now and then that a matter- of-fact woman is sublimated by a real love ; but if she is, it is affecting to see how im- possible it is for death to quench it. 86 FLOWERS AND FRUIT. Woman's If women have one weakness more marked than another, it is towards ven- eration. They are born worshippers. . . . The fact is, women are burdened with fealty, faith, and reverence, more than they know what to do with; they stand like a hedge of sweet-peas, throwing out fluttering tendrils everywhere for something high and strong to climb by, — and when they find it, be it ever so rough in the bark, they catch upon it. And instances are not wanting of those who have turned away from the flattery of admirers to prostrate themselves at the feet of a genuine hero who never wooed them, except by heroic deeds and the rhetoric of a noble life. Mother- None of the peculiar developments of a°son.°'^ the female nature have a more exquisite vitality than the sentiment of a frail, delicate, repressed, timid woman, for a strong, manly, generous son. There is her ideal ex- pressed ; there is the outspeaking and outacting of all she trembles to think, yet burns to say or do ; here is the hero that shall speak for her, the heart into which she has poured hers, and that shall give to her tremulous and hidden aspirations a strong and victorious expression. " I have gotten a Tnan from the Lord," she says to her- self, and each outburst of his manliness, his vigor, his self-confidence, his superb vitality, fills her with a strange, wondering pleasure, and she has a secret tenderness and pride even in his wilful- WOMAN. 87 ness and waywardness. . . . First love of wo- manhood is something wonderful and mysterious, — but in this second love it rises again, idealized and refined ; she loves the father and herself united and made one in this young heir of life and hope. Mothers' But even mothers who have married Satenei. ^^^ ^^^^ themselves somehow so blend a daughter's existence with their own as to conceive that she must marry their love and not her own. Repression. Her large brown eyes had an eager joy in them when Mary entered ; but they seemed to calm down again, and she received her only with that placid, sincere air which was her habit. Everything about this woman showed an ardent soul, repressed by timidity and by a certain dumbness in the faculties of outward expression ; but her eyes had, at times, that earnest, appeal- ing language which is so pathetic in the silence of inferior animals. One sometimes sees such eyes, and wonders whether the story they inti- mate wiU ever be spoken in mortal language. Woman's Ah, that silence ! Do not listen to hear instinctive -i • , i i silence. whom a woman praises, to know where her heart is ! do not ask for whom she expresses the most earnest enthusiasm ! but if there be one she once knew well whose name she never speaks, — if she seems to have an instinct 88 FLOWERS AND FRUIT. to avoid every occasion of its mention, — if when you speak, she drops into silence and changes the subject, — why, look there for some- thing ! just so, when going through deep mead- ow-grass, a bird flies ostentatiously up before you, you may know her nest is not there, but far off, under distant tufts of fern and buttercup, through which she has crept with a silent flutter in her spotted breast, to act her pretty little falsehood before you. Idle talk. When Mrs. Twitchel began to talk, it flowed a steady stream, as when one turns a faucet, that never ceases running till some hand turns it back again. Reverence " Who cares ? " Said Candace, — " gen- the basis , . • . > n . of faith. erate or unregenerate, it s all one to me ; I believe a man dat acts as he does. Him as stands up for de poor, — him as pleads for de weak, — he 's my man. I '11 believe straight through any ting he 's a mind to put at me." Mothers' Most mothcrs are instinctive philoso- johers. No treatise on the laws of nervous fluids could have taught Mrs. Scudder a better role for this morning, than her tender gravity, and her constant expedients to break and ripple, by changing employments, that deep, deadly undercurrent of thoughts which she feared might undermine her child's life. WOMAN. 89 OLDTOWN F0LE:S. Woman's It is a man's nature to act, to do, and ■wlien nothing can be done, to forget. It is a woman's nature to hold on to what can only torture, and live all her despairs over. Women's tears are their meat; men find the diet too salt, and won't take it. Using " My forte lies in picking knowledge now e ge. ^^^ ^^ other folks and using it," said Tina, joyously. " Out of the least little bit of ore that you dig up, I can make no end of gold-leaf." Mothers' " Ain't the world hard enough without fightin' babies, I want to know ? I hate to see a woman that don't want to rock her own baby, and is contriving ways all the time to shirk the care of it. Why, if all the world was that way, there would be no sense in Scriptur'. ' As one whom his mother comforteth, so will I comfort you,' the Bible says, takin' for granted that mothers were made to comfort children and give them good times when they are little." The mother "There 's no saying," said Miss Mehit- womanf able, " you never know what you may find in the odd corners of an old maid's heart, when you fairly look into them. There are often unused hoards of maternal affec- 90 FLOWERS AND FRUIT. tion enougli to set up an orphan asylum ; but it 's like iron filings and a magnet, — you must try them with a live child, and if there is anything in 'em, you 11 find it out. That little object," she said, looking over her shoulder at Tina, " made an instant commotion in the dust and rubbish of my forlorn old garret, brought to light a deal that I thought had gone to the moles and the bats long ago. She will do me good, I can feel, with her little pertnesses, and her airs and fan- cies. If you could know how chilly and lone- some an old house gets sometimes, particularly in autumn, when the equinoctial storm is brewing ! A lively child is a godsend, even if she turns the whole house topsy-turvy." Individ- Tina had one of those rebellious heads ^* of curls that every breeze takes liberties with, and that have to be looked after, and watched, and restrained. Esther's satin bands of hair could pass through a whirlwind and not lose their gloss. It is curious how character runs even to the minutest thing, — the very hairs of our head are numbered by it, — Esther, always and in everything self-poised, thoughtful, reflective ; Tina, the child of every wandering influence, tremulously alive to every new excite- ment, a wind-harp for every air of heaven to breathe upon. A woman's " The fact is, a man never sees a sub- ^^^* ject thoroughly till he sees what a WOMAN. 91 woman will think of it, for there is a woman's view of every subject, which has a different shade from a man's view, and that is what you and I have insensibly been absorbing in all our course hitherto." PEARL OF ORR's ISLAND. Neighbor's Duty is never more formidable than in uence. y^Yieu shc gcts on the cap and gown of a neighbor. Reserve. But it was not the little maiden's way to speak when anything thwarted or hurt her, but rather to fold all her feelings and thoughts in- ward, as some insects, with fine gauzy wings, draw them under a coat of horny concealment. True cour- That kind of innocent hypocrisy which ^^^' is needed as a staple in the lives of women who bridge a thousand awful chasms with smUing, unconscious looks, and walk, sing- ing and scattering flowers, over abysses of fear, when their hearts are dying within them. There- Pliable as she was to all outward ap- power of pearances, the child had her own still, quia ness. j^^-gp^Qj, -^orld, whcre all her little notions and opinions stood up, crisp and fresh, like flowers that grow in cool, shady places. If anybody too rudely assailed a thought or sug- 92 FLOWERS AND FRUIT. gestion she put forth, she drew it back again into this quiet, inner chamber, and went on. Reader, there are some women of this habit ; there is no independence and pertinacity of opinion like that of those seemingly soft, quiet creatures, whom it is so easy to silence, and so difficult to convince. Mara, little and unformed as she yet was, be- longed to the race of those spirits to whom is deputed the office of the angel in the Apocalypse, to whom was given the golden rod which meas- ured the new Jerusalem. Infant though she was, she had ever in her hands that invisible measuring rod, which she was laying to the foundations of all actions and thoughts. There may, perhaps, come a time when the saucy boy, who now steps so superbly, and predominates so proudly in virtue of his physical strength and daring, will learn to tremble at the golden meas- uring rod held in the hand of a woman. Sweetness. " She 's got sweet ways and kind words for everybody, and it 's as good as a psalm to look at her." Woman's No man — especially one that is living life within. ■, -, , n ^ tj? a rough, busy, out-or-doors lite — can form the slightest conception of that veiled and secluded life which exists in the heart of a sen- sitive woman, whose sphere is narrow, whose external diversions are few, and whose mind, therefore, acts by a continual introversion upon itself. They know nothing how their careless WOMAN. 93 words and actions are pondered and turned again in weary, quiet hours of fruitless questioning. What did he mean by this ? and what did he mean by that ? — while he, the careless buffalo, meant nothing, or has forgotten what it was, if he did. Girls' con- " Come, now, can 't you jest tramp Mences. ^^^^ ^^ Pennol's and tell SaUie I want her?" " Not I, mother. There ain't but two gals in two miles square here, an' I ain't a-goin' to be the feller to shoo 'em apart. What 's the use o' bein' gals, an' young, an' pretty, if they can't get together an' talk about their new gowns an' the fellers ? That ar 's what gals is for." Maternal Her love for Moses had always had in woman's it a large admixture of that maternal ^°^®' and care-taking element, which, in some shape or other, qualifies the affection of woman to man. LITTLE FOXES. Tact. Some women are endowed with a tact for understanding human nature and guiding it. They give a sense of largeness and freedom ; they find a place for every one, see at once what every one is good for, and are inspired by nature with the happy wisdom of not wishing or asking of any human being more than that human being 94 FLOWERS AND FRUIT. was made to give. They have the portion in due season for all : a bone for the dog ; catnip for the cat ; cuttle-fish and hemp-seed for the bird ; a book or review for their bashful literary visitor ; lively gossip for thoughtless Miss Seventeen ; knitting for grandmamma ; fishing-rods, boats, and gunpowder for Young Restless, whose beard is just beginning to grow ; — and they never fall into pets, because the canary-bird won't relish the dog's bone, or the dog eat canary-seed, or young Miss Seventeen read old Mr. Sixty's re- view, or young Master Restless take delight in knitting-work, or old grandmamma feel com- placency in guns and gunpowder. Again, there are others who lay the founda- tions of family life so narrow, straight, and strict, that there is room in them only for themselves and people exactly like themselves ; and hence comes much misery. Modern Talk of hair-cloth shirts, and scourgings, saints. i i • • i o and sleepmg in ashes as a means ot saintship ! there is no need of them in our coun- try. Let a woman once look at her domestic trials as her hair-cloth, her ashes, her scourges, — - accept them, rejoice in them, smile and be quiet, silent, patient, and loving under them, — and the convent can teach her no more. She is a victorious saint. WOMAN. 95 HOUSE AND HOME PAPERS. A help- My wife resembles one of those convex ^^^^' mirrors I have sometimes seen. Every idea I threw out, plain and simple, she reflected back upon me in a thousand little glitters and twinkles of her own ; she made my crude con- ceptions come back to me in such perfectly daz- zling performances that I hardly recognized them. A true How many, morally wearied, wandering, ^°^^' disabled, are healed and comforted by the warmth of a true home ! When a mother has sent her son to the temptations of a distant city, what news is so glad to her heart as that he has found some quiet family where he visits often and is made to feel at home ? How many young men have good women saved from temptation and shipwreck, by drawing them often to the sheltered corner by the fireside ! The poor artist — the wandering genius who has lost his way in this world, and stumbles like a child among hard realities, — the many men and women, who, while they have houses, have no homes, — see from afar, in their distant, bleak life-journey, the light of a true home-fire, and if made welcome there, warm their stiffened Hmbs, and go forth stronger to their pilgrimage. Let those who have accomplished this beautiful and perfect work of divine art be liberal of its influence. 96 FLOWERS AND FRUIT. Let them not seek to bolt the doors and draw the curtains ; for they know not, and will never know till the future life, of the good they may do by the ministration of this great charity of home. THE CHIMNEY CORNER. The art of She alone can keep the poetry and home-mak- i . n 'itp ^ i J^ • ing. beauty ot married lite who has this poetry in her soul ; who with energy and discretion can throw back and out of sight the sordid and disagreeable details which beset all human living, and can keep in the foreground that which is agreeable ; who has enough know- ledge of practical household matters to make unskilled and rude hands minister to her culti- vated and refined tastes, and constitute her skilled brain the guide of unskilled hands. From such a home, with such a mistress, no sirens will seduce a man, even though the hair grow gray, and the merely physical charms of early days gradually pass away. The enchantment that was about her person alone in the days of courtship seems in the course of years to have interfused and penetrated the hovie which she has created, and which in every detail is only an expression of her personality. Her thoughts, her plans, her provident care, are everywhere ; and the ho7ne attracts and holds by a thousand ties the heart which before marriage was held by the woman alone. WOMAN. 97 THE MAYFLOWER. A perfect " Was she beautiful ? " you ask. I also character. mi i j.* ll T£. i Will ask you one question : " it an angel from heaven should dwell in human form, and animate any human face, would not that face be lovely ? It might not be beautiful^ but would it not be lovely ? " She was not beautiful except after this fashion. How well I remember her, as she used some- times to sit thinking, with her head resting on her hand, her face mild and placid, with a quiet October sunshine in her blue eyes, and an ever- present smile over her whole countenance. I remember the sudden sweetness of look when any one spoke to her ; the prompt attention, the quick comprehension of things before you uttered them, the obliging readiness to leave for you whatever she was doing. To those who mistake occasional pensiveness for melancholy, it might seem strange to say that my Aunt Mary was always happy. Yet she was so. Her spirits never rose to buoyancy, and never sunk to despondency. I know that it is an article in the sentimental confession of faith that such a character cannot be interesting. For this impression there is some ground. The pla- cidity of a medium, commonplace mind is unin- teresting, but the placidity of a strong and well governed one borders on the sublime. Mutability of emotion characterizes inferior orders of being ; 98 FLOWERS AND FRUIT. but He who combines all interest, all excitement, all perfection, is "the same yesterday, to-day, and forever." And if there be anything sublime in the idea of an Almighty Mind, in perfect peace itself, and, therefore, at leisure to bestow all its ener- gies on the wants of others, there is at least a re- flection of the same sublimity in the character of that human being who has so quieted and gov- erned the world within that nothing is left to absorb sympathy or distract attention from those around. Such a woman was my Aunt Mary. Her placidity was not so much the result of tempera- ment as of choice. She had every susceptibility of suffering incident to the noblest and most delicate constitution of mind ; but they had been so directed that, instead of concentrating thought on self, they had prepared her to understand and feel for others. She was, beyond all things else, a sympathetic person, and her character, like the green in a landscape, was less remarkable for what it was in itself than for its perfect and beautiful har- mony with all the coloring and shading around it. Other women have had talents, others have been good ; but no woman that ever I knew possessed goodness and talent in union with such an intuitive perception of feelings, and such a faculty of instantaneous adaptation to them. The most troublesome thing in this world is to be condemned to the society of a person who can WOMAN. 99 never understand anything you say unless you say the whole of it, making your commas and periods as you go along ; and the most desirable thing in the world is to live with a person who saves you all the trouble of talking by knowing just what you mean before you begin to speak. Woman's " That word delicacy is a charming fluence. ' cover-all in all these cases, Florence. Now, here is a fine, noble-spirited young man, away from his mother and sisters, away from any family friend who might care for him, tempted, betrayed, almost to ruin, and a few words from you, said as a woman knows how to say them, might be his salvation. But you will coldly look on and see him go to destruction, because you have too much delicacy to make the effort — like the man that would not help his neighbor out of the water because he had never had the honor of an introduction." " But, Edward, consider how peculiarly fastid- ious Elliot is — how jealous of any attempt to restrain and guide him." " And just for that reason it is that men of his acquaintance cannot do anything with him. But what are you women made with so much tact and power of charming for, if it is not to do these very things that we cannot do ? It is a delicate matter — true ; and has not Heaven given to you a fine touch and a fine eye for just such delicate matters ? Have you not seen, a thousand times, that what might be resented as 100 FLOWERS AND FRUIT. an impertinent interference on the part of a man comes to us as a flattering expression of interest from the lips of a woman ? " PINK AKD WHITE TYKAITNY. Selfishness. That kind of woman can't love. They are like cats, that want to be stroked and ca- ressed, and to be petted, and to lie soft and warm ; and they will purr to any one that will pet them, — that 's all. As for love that leads to any self-sacrifice, they don't begin to know anything about it. Intuition. Now Grace had that perfect intuitive knowledge of just what the matter was with her brother that women always have who have grown up in intimacy with a man. These fine female eyes see farther between the rough cracks and ridges of the oak-bark of manhood than men themselves. DEACON Pitkin's fakm. The New Ncw England had of old times, and has wife- still, perhaps, in her farm-houses, these mother. in . j women who seem rrom year to year to develop in the spiritual sphere as the bodily form shrinks and fades. While the cheek grows thin and the form spare, the will-power grows daily stronger ; though the outer man perish, the inner WOMAN. 101 man is renewed day by day. The worn hand that seems so weak yet holds every thread and controls every movement of the most complex family life, and wonders are daily accomplished by the presence of a woman who seems little more than a spirit. The New England wife- mother was the one little jeweled pivot on which all the wheel-work of the family moved. Suppres- It was not the first time that, wounded ^''^''' by a loving hand in this dark struggle of life, she had suppressed the pain of her own hurt, that he that had wounded her might the better forgive himself. AGNES OF SORRENTO. True "A beautiful face is a kind of psalm beauty. ^]jich makes one want to be good." Forcing a " After all, sistor, what need of haste ? daughter. ,^ .^ ^ ^^^^^ ^j^^ ^^^^ ^j^^ ^^^^ ^^ out of the nest ? When once it is gone you will never get it back. Let the pretty one have her little day to play and sing and be happy. Does she not make this garden a sort of Paradise with her little ways and her sweet words ? Now, my sister, these all belong to you ; but, once she is given to another, there is no saying what may come. One thing only may you count on with certainty : that these dear days when she is all 102 FLOWERS AND FRUIT. day by your side and sleeps in your bosom all night are over, — she will belong to you no more, but to a strange man who hath neither toiled nor wrought for her, and all her pretty ways and dutiful thoughts must be for him." UNCLE TOM's CABE^. Beautiful Her face was round and rosy, with a ^^®' healthful, downy softness, suggestive of a ripe peach. Her hair, partially silvered by age, was parted smoothly back from her high, placid forehead, on which time had written no inscription except " Peace on earth, good will to men," and beneath shone a large pair of clear, honest, loving, brown eyes ; you only needed to look straight into them, to feel that you saw to the bottom of a heart as good and true as ever throbbed in woman's bosom. So much has been said and sung of beautiful young girls, why don't somebody wake up to the beauty of old women ? Exaction. It is a great mistake to suppose that a woman with no heart will be an easy creditor in the exchange of affection. There is not on earth a more merciless exactor of love from others than a thoroughly selfish woman ; and the more unlovely she grows, the more jealously and scru- pulously she exacts love to the uttermost far- thing. WOMAN. 103 PALMETTO LEAVES. Character. A flower is commonly thought the em- blem of a woman ; and a woman is generally thought of as something sweet, clinging, tender, and perishable. But there are women flowers that correspond to the forest magnolia, — high and strong, with a great hold of root and a great spread of branches ; and whose pulsations of heart and emotion come forth like these silver lilies that illuminate the green shadows of the magnolia forests. POGANUC PEOPLE. "Turn "Oh, land o' Goshen, Dolly, what do you mmd them boys for? " said Nabby. " Boys is mostly hateful when girls is little ; but we take our turns by and by," she said, with a complacent twinkle of her brown eyes. " I make them stand 'round, I bet ye, and you will when you get older." MY WIFE AND I. Woman's My mother was one of that class of spiritual i .i . power. women whose power on earth seems to be only the greater for being a spiritual and invisible one. The control of such women over men is like that of the soul over the body. 104 FLOWERS AND FRUIT. The body is visible, forceful, obtrusive, self-as- serting; the soul, invisible, sensitive, yet with a subtile and vital power which constantly gains control, and holds every inch that it gains. Orderliness. Like a true little woman, she seemed to have nerves through all her clothes, that kept them in order. Woman The motherly instinct is in the hearts and Chris- r n j i i i tianity. 01 all true women, and sooner or later the true wife becomes a mother to her husband ; she guides him, cares for him, teaches him, and catechizes him, all in the nicest way possible. ... As for the soul-life, I believe it is woman who holds faith in the world, — it is woman behind the wall, casting oil on the fire that burns brighter and brighter, while the devil pours on water ; and you '11 never get Christian- ity out of the world while there 's a woman in it. WE AMD OUR NEIGHBORS. Woman's " That 's what you women are for — at mission. i . i Ti. 5 least such women as you. It s your mission to interpret differing natures — to bind, -^nd blend, and unite." Real con- That fine, skillful faculty of analysis and synthesis which forms the distinc- tive interest of feminine conversation. CHAPTER IV. CHILDREN. THE minister's WOOING. The odd One sometimes sees launched into a family circle a child of so different a nature from all the rest, that it might seem as if, like an aerolite, he had fallen out of another sphere. OLDTOWN FOLKS. ChUd's In childhood the passions move with a simplicity of action unknown to any other period of life, and a child's hatred and a child's revenge have an intensity of bitterness entirely unalloyed by moral considerations ; and when a child is without an object of affection and feels itself unloved, its whole vigor of being goes into the channels of hate. Child That instinctive sense by which children ^ "^ ' and dogs learn the discerning of spirits. 106 FLOWERS AND FRUIT. Ciiiidish Among the many unexplained and in- tMes.^ explicable woes of childhood are its bitter antagonisms, so perfectly power- less, but often so very decided, against certain of the grown people who control it. Perhaps some of us may remember respectable, well-meaning people, with whom iu our mature years we live in perfect amity, but who in our childhood appear to us bitter enemies. Children are remarkably helpless in this respect, because they cannot choose their company and surroundings as grown people can ; and are sometimes entirely in the power of those with whom their natures are so unsympathetic that they may almost be said to have a constitutional aversion to them. Getting Nobody that has not suffered from such worid.^*^^ causes can tell the amount of torture that a child of a certain nervous forma- tion undergoes in the mere process of getting accustomed to his body, to the physical forces of life, and to the ways and doings of that world of grown-up people who have taken possession of the earth before him, and are using it, and deter- mined to go on using it, for their own behoof and convenience, in spite of his childish efforts to push in his little individuality, and seize his little portion of existence. He is at once laid hold upon by the older majority as an instrument to work out their views of what is fit and proper for himself and themselves ; and if he proves a hard-working or creaking instrument, has the CHILDREN. 107 further capability of being rebuked and chas- tened for it. Quiet ciui- I was One of those children who are all ^^^ ear, — dreamy listeners, who brood over all that they hear, without daring to speak of it. Individ- He was ouG of thosG children who chiidre™. retreat into themselves and make a shield of quietness and silence in the presence of many people, while Tina, on the other hand, was electrically excited, waxed bril- liant in color, and rattled and chattered with as fearless confidence as a cat-bird. A child's " But, Tina, mother always told us it p osop y. ^^g wicked to hate anybody. We must love our enemies." " You don't love old Crab Smith, do you ? " " No, I don't ; but I try not to hate him," said the boy. "I won't think anything about him." " I can't help thinking," said Tina ; ** and when I think, I am so angry ! I feel such a burning in here ! " she said, striking her little breast ; " it 's just like fire." " Then don't think about her at all," said the boy ; " it is n't pleasant to feel that way. Think about the whip-poor-wills singing in the woods over there, — how plain they say it, don't they ? — And the frogs all singing, with their little, 108 FLOWERS AND FRUIT. round, yellow eyes looking up out of the water ; and the moon looking down on us so pleasantly ! she seems just like mother ! " A child's Is there ever a hard question in morals ques ons. ^j^^^ children do not drive straight at in their wide-eyed questioning ? PEAKL OF orb's ISLAND. Holiness of The wise men of the east at the feet of ^^^^' an infant, offering gifts, gold, frankin- cense, and myrrh, is just a parable of what goes on in every house where there is a young child. AU the hard and the harsh, the common and the disagreeable, is for the parents, — all the bright and beautiful for their child. Pure joy. Childhood's joys are all pure gold. Mischief. " Of all the children that ever she see, he beat all for finding out new mischief, — the moment you make him understand he must n't do one thing, he 's right at another." Different " Mis' Peunel ought to be trainin' of ments.^^ her up to work," said Mrs. Kittridge. " Sally could oversew and hem when she wa' n't more 'n three years old ; nothin' straightens out children like work. Mis' Fennel she jest keeps that ar' child to look at." CHILDREN. 109 " All children a'n't alike, Mis' Kittridge," said Miss Roxy, sententiously. "This 'un a'n't like your Sally. ' A hen and a bumble-bee can't be fetched up alike,' fix it how you will ! " ChUd's All the efforts of Nature, during the uoyancy. ^^j.^^. yg^rs of a healthy childhood, are bent on effacing and obliterating painful imj)res- sions, wiping out from each day the sorrows of the last, as the daily tide effaces the furrows on the seashore. Unseen Neither of them had known a doubt or ^®^^* a fear in that joyous trance of forbid- den pleasure, which shadowed with so many fears the wiser and more far-seeing heads and hearts of the grown people ; nor was there enough language yet in common between the two classes to make the little ones comprehend the risk they had run. Perhaps our older brothers, in our Father's house, look anxiously out when we are sailing gayly over life's sea, over unknown depths, amid threatening monsters, but want words to tell us why what seems so bright is so dangerous. Love of The island was wholly solitary, and there is something to children quite delightful in feeling that they have a little, lonely world all to themselves. Childhood is itself such an enchanted island, separated by mysterious depths from the main land of nature, life, and reality. 110 FLOWERS AND FRUIT. Fate. But babies will live, all the more when everybody says it is a pity they should. Life goes on as inexorably in this world as death. Sensitive There are natures sent down into this natures. -, ■, u j.* -i.' j harsh world so timorous, sensitive, and helpless in themselves, that the utmost stretch of indulgence and kindness is needed for their development, — like plants which the warmest shelf of the green-house and the most watchful care of the gardener alone can bring into flower. Child's " It 's curious what notions chil'en will ^' get in their heads," said Captain Kit- tridge. " They put this an' that together and think it over, an' come out with such queer things." THE CHIMNEY CORKER. A child's The hearts of little children are easily gained, and their love is real and warm, and no true woman can become the object of it without feeling her own life made brighter. THE MAYFLOWER. A child's But the feelings of grown-up children sjoapathy.^ exist in the minds of little ones oftener than is supposed ; and I had, even at this early day, the same keen sense of all that touched CHILDREN. Ill the heart wrong ; the same longing for some- thing which should touch it aright ; the same discontent with latent, matter-of-course affection, and the same craving for sympathy, which has been the unprofitable fashion of this world in all ages. And no human being possessing such constitutionals has a better chance of being made unhappy by them than the backward, un- interesting, wrong-doing child. We can all sym- pathize, to some extent, with men and women y but how few can go back to the sympathies of childhood ; can understand the desolate insig- nificance of not being one of the grown-up people ; of being sent to bed, to be out of the way in the evening, and to school, to be out of the way in the morning ; of manifold similar griev- ances and distresses, which the child has no elocution to set forth, and the grown person no imagination to conceive. A child's Ah, these children, little witches, pretty power. eyeix in all their faults and absurdities. See, for example, yonder little fellow in a naughty fit. He has shaken his long curls over his deep-blue eyes, the fair brow is bent in a frown, the rose-leaf Hp is pursed up in infinite defiance, and the white shoulder thrust angrily forward. Can any but a child look so pretty, even in its naughtiness ? Then comes the instant change ; flashing smiles and tears, as the good comes back all in a rush, and you are overwhelmed with protestations, 112 FLOWERS AND FRUIT. promises, and kisses ! They are irresistible, too, these little ones. They pull away the scholar's pen, tumble about his paper, make somersets over his books ; and what can he do ? They tear up newspapers, litter the carpets, break, pull, and upset, and then jabber unheard-of English in self-defense ; and what can you do for yourself ? The child Wouldst thou know, parent, what is that faith which unlocks heaven ? Go not to wrangling polemics, or creeds and forms of theology, but draw to thy bosom thy little one, and read in that clear, trusting eye the lesson of eternal life. Be only to thy God as thy child is to thee, and all is done. Blessed shalt thou be, indeed, when " a Httle child shall lead thee." PINK AND WHITE TYRANNY. Baby's " An' it 's a blessin' they brings wid dreams. ? . i • ji ^ em to a house, sir ; the angels come down wid 'em. We can't see 'em, sir ; but, bless the darlin', she can. An' she smiles in her sleep when she sees 'em." Betty's bright idea. Mother A heavenly amusement, such as that with which mothers listen to the foolish- wise prattle of children just learning to talk. CHILDREN. 113 AGNES OF SORRENTO. A child's " The fact is, when I begin to talk, she defense. , -i i i i i i gets her arms around my old neck, and falls to weeping and kissing me at such a rate as makes a fool of me. If the child would only be rebellious, one could do something ; but this love takes all the stiffness out of one's joints." UNCLE TOM S CABIN. Child's " What would the poor and lowly do without children ? " said St. Clare, lean- ing on the railing, and watching Eva, as she tripped off, leading Tom with her. " Your little child is your only true Democrat. Tom, now, is a hero to Eva ; his stories are wonders in her eyes, his songs and Methodist hymns are better than an opera, and the traps and little bits of trash in his pocket a mine of jewels, and he the most wonderful Tom that ever wore a black skin. This is one of the roses of Eden, that the Lord has dropped down expressly for the poor and lowly, who get few enough of any other kind." Animation. She was one of those busy, tripping creatures, that can no more be contained in one place than a sunbeam or a summer breeze. 114 FLOWERS AND FRUIT. SUIOrK" MEMORIES OF FOREIGN LANDS. Unpervert- Children are unsophisticated, and like ed taste. t. j.j. j.i_ •! j sugar better than silver any day. POGANUC PEOPLE. Child-faith. Dolly was at the happy age when any- thing bright and heavenly seemed credible, and had the child-faith to which all things are possi- ble. She had even seriously pondered, at times, the feasibility of walking some day to the end of the rainbow, to look for the pot of gold which Nabby had credibly assured her was to be found there ; and if at any time in her ramblings through the woods a wolf had met her, and opened a conversation, as in the case of Little Red Riding Hood, she would have been no way surprised, but kept up her part of the interview with becoming spirit. LITTLE PUSSY WILLOW. Simplicity. " Mother," she said, soberly, when she lay down in her little bed that night, " I 'm going to ask God to keep me humble." " Why, my dear ? " " Because I feel tempted to be proud, — I can make such good bread ! " CHILDREN. 116 A DOG S MISSION. Hobbies. He bores everybody to death with his locomotive as artlessly as grown people do with their hobbies. Our When the blaze of the wood-fire flick- Charley. j j • ers up and down m our snug evening parlor, there dances upon the wall a little shadow, with a pug nose, a domestic household shadow — a busy shadow — a little restless specimen of perpetual motion, and the owner thereof is " our Charley." Now we should not write about him and his ways, if he were strictly a peculiar and individual existence of our own home-circle ; but it is not so. " Our Charley " exists in a thousand, nay, a million families ; he has existed in millions in all time back ; his name is variously rendered in all the tongues of the earth ; in short, we take " our Charley " in a generic sense, and we mean to treat of him as a little copy of the grown man — enacting in a shadowy ballet by the fireside all that men act in earnest in after life. He is a looking-glass for grown people, in which they may see how certain things become them — in which they may sometimes even see streaks and gleamings of something wiser tHan all the harsh conflict of life teaches them. 116 FLOWERS AND FRUIT. MY WIFE AND I. Heavenly It seems to me that lovely and loving childhood, with its truthfulness, its frank sincerity, its pure, simple love, is so sweet and holy an estate that it would be a beautiful thing in heaven to have a band of heavenly chil- dren, guileless, gay, and forever joyous — tender spring blossoms of the Kingdom of Light. Was it of such whom He had left in his heavenly home our Savior was thinking, when He took lit- tle children up in his arms, and blessed them, and said, " of such is the Kingdom of Heaven ? " Poetiy and The first child in a family is its poem, prose. — .J. .g ^ g^^^ ^£ nativity play, and we bend before the young stranger with gifts, "gold, frankincense, and myrrh." But the tenth child in a poor family is prose, and gets simply what is due to comfort. There are no superfluities, no fripperies, no idealities, about the tenth cradle. Aciuid's My individual pursuits, my own little crosses. l ^ s^ • l ±. £ p stock 01 interests, were ot course or no account. I was required to be in a perfectly free, disengaged state of mind, and ready to drop everything at a moment's warning from any of my half-dozen seniors. " Here, Hal, run down cellar and get me a dozen apples," my brother would say, just as I had half-built a block-house. " Harry, run upstairs and get the CHILDREN. 117 book I left on the bed " — " Harry, run out to the barn and get the rake I left there " — " Here, Harry, carry this up garret " — " Harry, run out to the tool-shop and get that " — were sounds constantly occurring — breaking up my private, cherished little enterprise of building cob-houses, making mill-dams and bridges, or loading car- riages, or driving horses. Where is the mature Christian who could bear with patience the inter- ruptions and crosses in his daily schemes that beset a boy? Repression, When children grow up among older people, and are pushed and jostled and set aside in the more engrossing interests of their elders, there is an almost incredible amount of timidity and dumbness of nature, with regard to the expression of inward feeling, — and yet, often at this time, the instinctive sense of pleasure and pain is fearfully acute. But the child has im- perfectly learned language ; his stock of words, as yet, consists only in names and attributes of outward and physical objects, and he has no phraseology with which to embody a mere emo- tional experience. CHAPTER V. EDUCATION. THE minister's WOOING. Habit. A man cannot ravel out the stitches in which early days have knit him. Human All Systems that deal with the infinite are, besides, exposed to danger from small, unsuspected admixtures of human error, which become deadly when carried to such vast results. The smallest speck of earth's dust, in the focus of an infinite lens, aj3pears magni- fied among the heavenly orbs as a frightful mon- ster. Defective Tru© it is, that one can scarcely call that education which teaches woman everything except herself, — except the things that relate to her own peculiar womanly destiny, and, on plea of the holiness of ignorance, sends her without a word of just counsel into the temp- tations of life. EDUCATION. 119 OLDTOWN FOLKS. Education The problem of education is seriously of man and t . i i ^i t •<• c woman. Complicated by the peculiarities ot wo- manhood. If we suppose two souls, ex- actly alike, sent into bodies, the one of man, the other of woman, that mere fact alone alters the whole mental and moral history of the two. SAM LAWSON's stories. « Keep " Wal, ye see, boys, that 'ere 's jest the on."^ way to fight the Devil. Jest keep straight on with what ye 're doin', an' don't ye mind him, an' he can't do nothin' to ye." Letting go. « Lordy massy ! what can any on us do ? There 's places where folks jest lets go 'cause they hes to. Things ain't as they want 'em, an' they can't alter 'em." PEARL OF ORR's ISLAJSTD. A mutual Thosc who coutend against giving education. ,■% j j.* j 'i. woman the same education as man do it on the ground that it would make the woman unfeminine, — as if Nature had done her work so slightly that it could be so easily raveled and 120 FLOWERS AND FRUIT. knit over. In fact, there is a masculine and femi- nine element in all knowledge, and a man and a woman, put to the same study, extract only what their nature fits them to see — so that knowledge can be fully orbed only when the two unite in the search and share the spoils. Baiting the " But don't you think Moses shows some °^" taste for reading and study ? " " Pretty well, pretty well ! " said Zephaniah. " Jist keep him a little hungry, not let him get all he wants, you see, and he '11 bite the sharper. If I want to catch cod I don't begin with flingin' over a barrel o' bait. So with the boys, jist bait 'em with a book here an' a book there, an' kind o' let 'em feel their own way, an' then, if nothin' will do but a feller must go to college, give in to him, — that 'd be my way." A natural " Colleges is well enough for your education. ,f .♦!. "iii n smooth, straight - gramed lumber, tor gen'ral buildin' ; but come to fellers that 's got knots an' streaks, an' cross-grains, like Moses Pennel, an' the best way is to let 'em eddicate 'emselves, as he 's a-doin.' He 's cut out for the sea, plain enough, an' he 'd better be up to Umba- gog, cuttin' timber for his ship, than havin' rows with tutors, an' blowin' the roof off the colleges, as one o' them 'ere kind o' fellers is apt to, when he don't have work to use up his steam. Why, mother, there 's more gas got up in them Bruns- wick buildin's from young men that are spiHn' for hard work than you could shake a stick at." EDUCATION. 121 LITTLE FOXES. Recreation. The true manner of judging of the worth of amusements is to trjr them by their effects on the nerves and spirits the day after. True amusement ought to be, as the word indi- cates, recreation, — something that refreshes, turns us out anew, rests the mind and body by change, and gives cheerfulness and alacrity to our return to duty. Making the The principal of a large and compli- cated public institution was compli- mented on maintaining such uniformity of cheer- fulness amid such a diversity of cares. " I 've made up my mind to be satisfied, when things are done half as well as I would have them," was his answer, and the same philosophy would apply with cheering results to the domestic sphere. Individ- Every human being has some handle by ^* which he may be lifted, some groove in which he was meant to run ; and the great work of life, as far as our relations with each other are concerned, is to lift each one by his own proper handle, and run each one in his own proper groove. 122 FLOWERS AND FRUIT. HOUSE AND HOME PAPERS. Need of Parents may depend upon it that, if trSons. they do not make an attractive resort for their boys, Satan will. There are places enough, kept warm and light, and bright and merry, where boys can go whose mothers' parlors are too fine for them to sit in. There are enough to be found to clap them on the back, and tell them stories that their mothers must not hear, and laugh when they compass with their little piping voices the dreadful litanies of sin and shame. Home edu- The word home has in it the elements of love, rest, permanency, and liberty; but besides these it has in it the idea of an educa- tion by which all that is purest within us is de- veloped into nobler forms, fit for a higher life. The little child by the home fireside was taken on the Master's knee when he would explain to his disciples the mysteries of the kingdom. The educa- Education is the highest object of home, tion of the i , i , • • .i ' i . parent. out education m the widest sense — education of the parents no less than of the children. In a true home, the man and the woman receive, through their cares, their watch- ings, their hospitality, their charity, the last and highest finish that earth can put upon them. From that they must pass upward, for earth can teach them no more. EDUCATION. 123 Perfection To do common things perfectly is far thingsf better worth our endeavor than to do uncommon things respectably. The cross. Right on the threshold of all perfection lies the cross to be taken up. No one can go over or around that cross in science or in art. Without labor and self-denial neither Raphael nor Michael Angelo nor Newton was made per- fect. THE CHIMISTET CORNER. A weu- "We still incline to class distinctions and developed aristocracies. We incline to the scheme of dividing the world's work into two classes : first, physical labor, which is held to be rude and vulgar, and the province of a lower class ; and second, brain-labor, held to be refined and aristocratic, and the province of a higher class. Meanwhile the Creator, who is the great- est of levelers, has given to every human being both a physical system, needing to be kept in order by physical labor, and an intellectual or braui power, needing to be kept in order by brain labor. Work, use, employment, is the con- dition of health in both; and he who works either to the neglect of the other lives but a half- life, and is an imperfect human being. 124 FLOWERS AND FRUIT. THE MAYFLOWER. intemper- It IS a great mistake to call nothing in- temperance but that degree of physical excitement which completely overthrows the mental powers. There is a state of nervous excitability, resulting from what is often called moderate stimulation, which often long precedes this, and is, in regard to it, like the premonitory warnings of the fatal cholera — an unsuspected draft on the vital powers, from which, at any moment, they may sink into irremediable col- lapse. It is in this state, often, that the spirit of gambling or of wild speculation is induced by the morbid cravings of an over-stimulated system. Unsatisfied with the healthy and regular routine of business, and the laws of gradual and solid prosperity, the excited and unsteady imagination leads its subjects to daring risks, with the alter- native of unbounded gain on the one side, or of utter ruin on the other. And when, as is too often the case, that ruin comes, unrestrained and desperate intemperance is the wretched resort to allay the ravings of disappointment and despair. Religious The only difficulty, after all, is that the at home, keeping of the Sabbath and the impart- ing of religious instruction are not made enough of a home object. Parents pass off the responsibility on to the Sunday-school teacher, EDUCATION. 125 and suppose, of course, if they send their children to Sunday-school, they do the best they can for them. Now, I am satisfied, from my experience as a Sabbath-school teacher, that the best relig- ious instruction imparted abroad still stands in need of the cooperation of a systematic plan of religious discipline and instruction at home ; for, after all, God gives a power to the efforts of a parent that can never be transferred to other hands. What girls If, amid the multiplied schools, whose should be 1 , • , ,-, taught. advertisements now throng our papers, purporting to teach girls everything, both ancient and modern, high and low, from playing on the harp and working pin-cushions up to civil engineering, surveying, and navigation, there were any which could teach them to be women, — to have thoughts, opinions, and modes of action of their own, — such a school would be worth having. If one half of the good purposes which are in the hearts of the ladies of our nation were only acted out without fear of anybody's opinion, we should certainly be a step nearer the millennium. PESTK AND WHITE TYRANNY. Dangers of She had the misfortune — and a great ^*"^ ^' one it is — to have been singularly beautiful from the cradle, and so was praised and 126 FLOWERS AND FRUIT. exclaimed over and caressed as she walked the streets. She was sent for far and near ; borrowed to be looked at ; her picture taken by photogra- phers. If one reflects how many foolish and inconsiderate people there are in the world, who have no scruple in making a pet and plaything of a pretty child, one will see how this one unlucky lot of being beautiful in childhood spoiled LiUie's chances of an average share of good sense and goodness. The only hope for such a case lies in the chance of possessing judicious parents. AGNES OF SOKRENTO. Patient " Gently, my son ! gently ! " said the wai mg. jiiQn]^^ . a nothing is lost by patience. See how long it takes the good Lord to make a fair flower out of a little seed ; and He does all quietly, without bluster. Wait on Him a little in peacefulness and prayer, and see what He will do for thee." UNCLE TOM S CABIN. «*Bobser. "Well, yer see," said Sam, proceeding gravely to wash down Haley's pony, " I 'se 'quired what ye may call a habit o' hohser- vation, Andy. It 's a very 'portant habit, Andy, and I 'commend yer to be cultivatin' it, now ye 'r' young. Hist up that hind foot, Andy. EDUCATION. 127 Yer see, Andy, it 's bobservation makes all der difference in niggers. Did n't I see which way de wind blew dis yer mornin' ? Did n't I see what missis wanted, though she never let on? Dat ar' 's bobservation, Andy. I 'spects it 's what you may call a faculty. Faculties is different in different peoples, but cultivatin' of 'em goes a great way." Honoring " Now, Mas'r George," said Tom, " ye mother. ^^^^ ^^ ^ ^^^^ ^^^ . 'j^ember how many hearts is sot on ye. Al'ays keep close to yer mother. Don't be gettin' into any o' them foolish ways boys has of gettin' too big to mind their mothers. Tell ye what, Mas'r George, the Lord gives good many things twice over ; but he don't give ye a mother but once. Ye '11 never see sich another woman, Mas'r George, if ye live to be a hundred years old. So, now, you hold on to her, and grow up and be a comfort to her, thar 's my own good boy, — you will, now, won't ye- DRED. Silent in- " Nina, I know, will love you ; and if fluence. ^^^ never try to advise her and in- fluence her, you will influence her very much. Good people are a long while learning thafj Anne. They think to do good to others by interfering and advising. They don't know that all they have to do is to live." 128 FLOWERS AND FRUIT. Starting It is Only the first step that costs. right. LITTLE PUSSY WILLOW. The right " Knowledge has just been rubbed on to study? me upon the outside, while you have opened your mind, and stretched out your arms to it, and taken it in with all your heart." A DOGS MISSION. The turn- There is an age when the waves of inlife,^^ manhood pour in on the boy like the tides in the Bay of Fundy. He does not know himself what to do with himself, and nobody else knows either ; and it is exactly at this point that many a fine fellow has been ruined for want of faith and patience and hope in those who have the care of him. "What But, after all, Charley is not to be dowiS wholly shirked, for he is an institution, Charley?" ^ solemn and awful fact ; and on the answer of the question, Y/hat is to be done with him ? depends a future. Many a hard, morose, and bitter man has come from a Charley turned off and neglected ; many a parental heartache has come from a Charley left to run the streets, that mamma and sisters might play on the piano and write letters m peace. It is easy to get rid of him — there are fifty ways of doing that — EDUCATION. 129 he is a spirit that can be promptly laid for a season, but if not laid aright, will come back by and by a strong man armed, when you cannot send him off at pleasure. Mamma and sisters had better pay a little tax to Charley now, than a terrible one by and by. There is something significant in the old English phrase, with which our Scriptures make us famil- iar, — a man child ! A man child ! There you have the word that should make you think more than twice before you answer the question, What shall we do with Charley ? For to-day he is at your feet — to-day you can make him laugh; you can make him cry; you can persuade, and coax, and turn him to your pleas- ure ; you can make his eyes fill and his bosom swell with recitals of good and noble deeds ; in short, you can mold him, if you will take the trouble. But look ahead some years, when that little voice shall ring in deep bass tones ; when that small foot shall have a man's weight and tramp ; when a rough beard shall cover that little round chin, and all the strength of manhood fill out that little form. Then, you would give worlds to have the key to his heart, to be able to turn and guide him to your wiU ; but if you lose that key now he is little, you may search for it care- fully with tears some other day, and not find it. Old housekeepers have a proverb that one hour lost in the morning is never found all day — it has a significance in this case. 130 FLOWERS AND FRUIT. MY WIFE AND I. Limit of One part of the science of living is to bmty?^^' learn just what our own responsibility is, and to let other people's alone. starved People don't realize what it is to starve faculties ; they understand physical star- vation, but the slow fainting and dying of desires and capabilities for want of anything to feed upon, the withering of powers for want of exer- cise, is what they do not understand. Idealizing The chief evil of poverty is the crush- our wor ^^ ^^ ideality out of life, taking away its poetry and substituting hard prose ; — and this, with them, was impossible. My father loved the work he did as the artist loves his painting, and the sculptor his chisel. A man needs less money when he is doing only what he loves to do — what, in fact, he Tnust do, — pay or no pay. . . . My mother, from her deep spir- itual nature, was one soul with my father in his life-work. With the moral organization of a prophetess she stood nearer to heaven than he, and looking in told him what she saw, and he, holding her hand, felt the thrill of celestial elec- tricity. True " I want you to be a good man. A grea ess. ^j.^^^ many have tried to be great men, EDUCATION. 131 and failed, but nobody ever sincerely tried to be a good man and failed." Lack of But I speak from experience when I Sstf uction. say that the course of study in Christian America is so arranged that a boy, from the grammar school upward till he graduates, is so fully pressed and overloaded with all other studies that there is no probability that he will find the time or the inclination for such (reli- gious) investigations. Educating In OUT days we have heard much said husbands, of the importance of training women to be wives. Is there not something to be said on the importance of training men to be husbands ? Is the wide latitude of thought and reading and expression which has been accorded as a matter of course to the boy and the young man, the conventionally allowed familiarity with coarseness and indelicacy, a fair preparation to enable him to be the intimate companion of a pure woman ? For how many ages has it been the doctrine that man and woman were to meet in marriage, the one crystal-pure, the other foul with the permitted garbage of all sorts of un- cleansed literature and license ? If the man is to be the head of the woman, even as Christ is the head of the Church, should he not be her equal, at least, in purity ? Moral The pain-giving power is a most neces- sary part of a well-organized human courage. 132 FLOWERS AND FRUIT. being. Nobody can ever do anything without the courage to be disagreeable at times. Appreciat- Who is appreciative and many-sided ^diMity. enough to guide the first efforts of gen- ius just coming to consciousness ? How many could profitably have advised Hawthorne when his peculiar Rembrandt style was forming ? As a race, we Anglo-Saxons are so self-sphered that we lack the power to enter into the individ- uality of another mind, and give profitable ad- vice for its direction. Truth told The truth, bitterly told by an enemy enemy. witli a vivid power of statement, is a tonic oftentimes too strong for one's powers of endurance. WE AND OUR NEIGHBORS. immuta- In some constitutions, with some hered- Nature's itary predispositions, the indiscretions laws. ^j^^ ignorances of youth leave a fatal, irremediable injury. Though the sin be in the first place one of inexperience and ignorance, it is one that nature never forgives. The evil once done can never be undone ; no prayers, no en- treaties, no resolutions, can change the conse- quences of violated law. The brain and nerve force once vitiated by poisonous stimulants be- come thereafter subtle tempters and traitors, for- EDUCATION. 133 ever lying in wait to deceive, and urging to ruin ; and he who is saved is saved so as by fire. Doing our " There must be second fiddles in an own work, orchestra, and it 's fortunate that I have precisely the talent for playing one, and my doc- trine is that the second fiddle well played is quite as good as the first. What would the first be without it ? " Courage. " Well, there *s no way to get through the world but to keep doing, and to attack every emergency with courage." Value of " We Ve got to get truth as we can in *™*^ this world, just as miners dig gold out of the mines, with all the quartz, and dirt, and dross ; but it pays." CHAPTER VI. NATURE. THE MLN-JSTER's WOOING. Want of The next day broke calm and fair. The m nakire^ robins sang remorselessly in the apple- tree, and were answered by bobolink, oriole, and a whole tribe of ignorant little bits of feathered happiness that danced among the leaves. Golden-glorious unclosed those purple eyelids of the east, and regally came up the sun ; and the treacherous sea broke into a thousand smiles, laughing and dancing with every ripple, as unconsciously as if no form dear to human hearts had gone down beneath it. Oh, treach- erous, deceiving beauty of outward things ! beauty, wherein throbs not one answering nerve to human pain ! The sea. And ever and anon came on the still air the soft, eternal pulsations of the distant sea, — sound mournfullest, most mysterious, of all the harpings of nature. It was the sea, — the deep, eternal sea, — the treacherous, soft, dread- ful, inexplicable sea. NATURE. 135 OLDTOWN FOLIiS. The sunrise. The next moming showed as brilliant a getting-up of gold and purple as ever belonged to the toilet of a morning. There was to be seen from Asphyxia's bedroom window a brave sight, if there had been any eyes to enjoy it, — a range of rocky cliffs with little pin-feathers of black pine upon them, and behind them the sky all aflame with bars of massy light, — orange and crimson and burning gold, — and long bright rays, darting hither and thither, touched now the window of a farm-house, which seemed to kindle and flash back a morning salutation ; now they hit a tall, scarlet maple, now they pierced between clumps of pine, making their black edges flame with gold ; and over all, in the brightening sky, stood the morning star, like a great, tremulous tear of light, just ready to fall on the darkened world. October in Nature in New England is, for the most New Eng- ^^^^^ ^ sharp, determined matron of the Miss Asphyxia school. She is shrewd, keen, relentless, energetic. She runs through the seasons a merciless express-train, on which you may jump if you can, at her hours, but which knocks you down remorselessly if you come in her way, and leaves you hopelessly behind if you are late. Only for a few brief weeks in the autumn does this grim, belligerent female conde- 136 FLOWERS AND FRUIT. scend to be charming; but v/hen she does set about it, the veriest Circe of enchanted isles could not do it better. Airs more dreamy, more hazy, more full of purple light and lustre, never lay over Cyprus or Capri, than those which each October overshadow the granite rocks and prickly chestnuts of New England. The trees seem to run no longer sap, but some strange liquid glow ; the colors of the flowers flame up, from the cold, pallid delicacy of spring, into royal tints wrought of the very fire of the sun, and the hues of even- ing clouds. The humblest weed, which we trod under our foot, unnoticed, in summer, changes with the first frost into some colored marvel, and lifts itself up into a study for a painter, just as the touch of death or adversity strikes out in a rough nature traits of nobleness and delicacy before wholly undreamed of. THE CHIMNEY CORNER. Gems. Gems, in fact, are a species of mineral flowers ; they are the blossoms of the dark, hard mine ; and what they want in perfume, they make up in durability. THE MAYFLOWER. Medita- I sometimes think that leaves are the the oak. thoughts of trees, and that if we only NATURE. 137 knew it, we should find their life's experience recorded in them. Our oak — what a crop of meditations and remembrances must he have thrown forth, leafing out century after century ! Awhile he spake and thought only of red deer and Indians ; of the trillium that opened its white triangle in his shade ; of the scented arbu- tus, fair as the pink ocean shell, weaving her fragrant mats in the moss at his feet ; of feathery ferns, casting their silent shadows on the check- erberry leaves, and all those sweet, wild, name- less, half-mossy things that live in the gloom of forests, and are only desecrated when brought to scientific light, laid out, and stretched on a bo- tanic bier. Sweet old forest days ! when blue jay, and yellow-hammer, and bobolink made his leaves merry, and summer was a long opera of such music as Mozart dimly dreamed. But then came human kind bustling beneath ; wonder- ing, fussing, exploring, measuring, treading down flowers, cutting down trees, scaring bobolinks, and Andover, as men say, began to be settled. The brook Let US stop the old chaisc and get out a in winter. ^^^^^^ ^^ i^^^ ^^ ^liis brook, — One of our last summer's pets. What is he doing this winter ? Let us at least say " How do you do ? " to him. Ah, here he is ! and he and Jack Frost together have been turning the little gap in the old stone wall, through which he leaped down to the road, into a little grotto of Antiparos. Some old rough rails and boards that dropped 138 FLOWERS AND FRUIT. over it are sheathed in plates of transparent silver. The trunks of the black alders are mailed with crystal ; and the witch-hazel and yellow osiers fringing its sedgy borders are like- wise shining through their glossy covering. Around every stem that rises from the water is a glittering ring of ice. The tags of the alder and the red berries of last summer's wild roses glitter now like a lady's pendant. As for the brook, he is wide-awake and joyful ; and where the roof of sheet ice breaks away, you can see his yellow-brown waters rattling and gurgling among the stones as briskly as they did last July. Down he springs ! over the glossy-coated stone wall, throwing new sparkles into the fairy grotto around him ; and widening daily from melting snows, and such other godsends, he goes chatter- ing off under yonder mossy stone bridge, and we lose sight of him. It might be fancy, but it seemed that our watery friend tipped us a cheery wink as he passed, saying, " Fine weather, sir and madam ; nice times these ; and in April you 'U find us all right ; the flowers are making up their finery for the next season ; there 's to be a splendid display in a month or two." Trees in Neither are trees, as seen in winter, ^" ^^' destitute of their own peculiar beauty. If it be a gorgeous study in summer-time to watch the play of their abundant foliage, we still may thank winter for laying bare before us the grand and beautiful anatomy of the tree, with all NATURE. 139 its interlacing network of boughs, knotted on each twig with the buds of next year's promise. The fleecy and rosy clouds look all the more beautiful through the dark lace veil of yonder magnificent elms; and the down-drooping dra- pery of yonder willow hath its own grace of out- line as it sweeps the bare snows. And the comi- cal old apple-trees, why, in summer they look like so many plump, green cushions, one as much like another as possible ; but under the revealing light of winter every characteristic twist and jerk stands disclosed. One might moralize on this, — how affliction, which strips us of all ornaments and accessories, and brings us down to the permanent and solid wood of our nature, develops such wide differ- ences in people who before seemed not much distinct. Winter The cloud lights of a wintry sky have clouds. ^ ^j^^^ purity and brilliancy that no other months can rival. The rose tints, and the shading of rose tint into gold, the flossy, filmy accumulation of illuminated vapor that drifts across the sky in a January afternoon, are beau- ties far exceeding those of summer. AGNES OF SORRENTO. Natural There is always something of elevation e?evSi^n. and purity that seems to come over one 140 FLOWERS AND FRUIT. from being in an elevated region. One feels morally as well as physically above the world, and from that clearer air able to look down on it calmly, with disengaged freedom. The sum- Around the foot of Vesuvius lie fair suvius. ^" villages and villas garlanded with roses and flushing with grapes whose juice gains warmth from the breathing of its subter- raneous fires, while just above them rises a region more awful than can be created by the action of any common causes of sterility. There, immense tracts sloping gradually upward show a desola- tion so peculiar, so utterly unlike every common solitude of nature, that one enters upon it with the shudder we give at that which is wholly un- natural. On all sides are gigantic serpent convo- lutions of black lava, their immense folds rolled into every conceivable contortion, as if, in their fiery agonies, they had struggled, and wreathed and knotted together, and then grown cold and black with the imperishable signs of those terrific convulsions upon them. Not a blade of grass, not a flower, not even the hardiest lichen, springs up to reheve the utter deathhness of the scene. The eye wanders from one black, shapeless mass to another, and there is ever the same sugges- tion of hideous monster life — of goblin convul- sions and strange fiend-like agonies in some age gone by. One's very footsteps have an unnatu- ral, metallic clink, and one's garments brushing over the rough surface are torn and fretted by its NATURE. 141 sharp, remorseless touch, as if its very nature were so pitiless and acrid that the slightest con- tact revealed it. UNCLE TOM's cabin. The morn- Calmly the rosy hue of dawn was steal- ing s ar. .^g j^^^ ^j^^ room. The morning star stood, with its solemn, holy eye of light, looking down on the man of sin, from out the brighten- ing sky. Oh, with what freshness, what solem- nity and beauty, is each new day born ; as if to say to insensate man, " Behold ! thou hast one more chance ! Strive for immortal glory ! " DEED. A Southern The day had been sultry, and it was showerr iiow an hour or two past midnight, when a thunder-storm, which had long been gathering and muttering in the distant sky, began to develop its forces. A low shivering sigh crept through the woods, and swayed in weird whistlings the tops of the pines ; and sharp arrows of lightning came glit- tering down among the darkness of the branches, as if sent from the bow of some warlike angel. An army of heavy clouds swept in a moment across the moon ; then came a broad, dazzling, blinding sheet of flame, concentrating itself on the 142 FLOWERS AND FRUIT. top of a tall pine near where Dred was standing, and in a moment shivered all its branches to the ground as a child strips the leaves from a twig. . . . The storm, which howled around him, bent the forest like a reed, and large trees, uprooted from the spongy and tremulous soil, fell crashing with a tremendous noise ; but, as if he had been a dark spirit of the tempest, he shouted and ex- ulted. . . . Gradually the storm passed by ; the big drops dashed less and less frequently ; a softer breeze passed through the forest, with a patter like the clapping of a thousand little wings ; and the moon occasionally looked over the silvery battle- ments of the great clouds. Nature's " Love is a mighty good ting, anyhow," ^esson on ^^.^ rj^.g^ ^^ Lord brcss you, Miss Nina, it makes eberyting go kind o' easy. Sometimes when I 'm studding upon dese yer tings, I says to myself, 'pears like de trees in de wood, dey loves each oder. Dey stands kind o' lockin' arms so, and dey kind o' nod der heads, and whispers so ! 'Pears like de grape- vines and de birds, and all dem ar tings, dey lives comfortable togeder, like dey was peaceable and liked each oder. Now, folks is apt to get a- stewin' an' a-frettin' round, an' turnin' up der noses at dis yer ting, an' dat ar ; but 'pears like de Lord's works takes eberyting mighty easy. Dey jest kind o' lives along peaceable. I tink it 's mighty 'structive I " NATURE. 143 PALMETTO LEAVES. Winter, In New England, Nature is an up-and- Soutb. ^" down, smart, decisive house-mother, that has her times and seasons, and brings up her ends of life with a positive jerk. She will have no shilly-shally. When her time comes, she clears off the gardens and forests thoroughly and once for all, and they are clean. Then she freezes the ground solid as iron, and then she covers all up with a nice, pure winding-sheet of snow, and seals matters up as a good housewife does her jelly-tumblers under white paper covers. There you are, fast and cleanly. If you have not got ready for it, so much the worse for you! If your tender roots are not taken up, your cellar banked, your doors listed, she can't help it ; it 's your own lookout, not hers. But Nature down here is an easy, demoralized, indulgent old grandmother, who has no particu- lar time for anything, and does everything when she happens to feel like it. "Is it winter, or is n't it ? " is the question likely often to occur in the settling month of December, when everybody up North has put away summer clothes, and put all their establishments under winter orders. The oiean- This bright morning we looked from the roof of our veranda, and our neigh- bor's oleander-trees were glowing like a great crimson cloud ; and we said, " There ! the olean- 144 FLOWERS AND FRUIT. ders have come back ! " No Northern ideas can give the glory of these trees as they raise their heads in this their native land, and seem to be covered with great crimson roses. The poor stunted bushes of Northern greenhouses are as much like it as our stunted virtues and poor, frost-nipped enjoyments shall be like the bloom and radiance of God's Paradise hereafter. Moss. If you want to see a new and peculiar beauty, watch a golden sunset through a grove draperied with gray moss. The swaying, filmy bands turn golden and rose-colored, and the long, swaying avenues are Hke a scene in fairy-land. The right Every place, like a bit of tapestry, has the^\TO)ng. its right side and its wrong side ; and both are true and real, — the wrong side with its rags and tags, and seams and knots, and thrums of worsted, and the right side with its pretty picture. SUNNY MEMORIES OF FOREIGN LANDS. Beauty in " Turn off my eyes from beholding van- na ure. .^^^„ ^^^^ ^ good man, when he sees a display of graceful ornament. What, then, must he think of the Almighty Being, all whose useful work is so overlaid with ornament? There is not a fly's leg, not an insect's wing, which is not polished and decorated to an extent that we NATURE. 145 should think positive extravagance in finishing up a child's dress. And can we suppose that this Being can take delight in dwellings and modes of life and forms of worship where every- thing is reduced to cold, naked utility ? I think not. The instinct to adorn and beautify is from Him ; it likens us to Him, and if rightly under- stood, instead of bemg a siren to beguile our hearts away, it will be the closest affiliating band. Flowers. There is a strange, unsatisfying pleas- ure about flowers, which, like all earthly pleas- ures, is akin to pain. What can you do with them ? — you want to do something, but what ? Take them all up and carry them with you? You cannot do that. Get down and look at them ? What, keep a whole caravan waiting for your observation ? That wHl never do. Well, then, pick and carry them along with you. That is what, in despair of any better resource, I did. ... It seemed almost sacrilegious to tear away such fanciful creations, that looked as if they were votive offerings on an altar, or, more likely, living existences, whose only conscious life was a continual exhalation of joy and praise. These flowers seemed to me to be the Earth's raptures and aspirations, — her better moments — her lucid intervals. Like everything else in our existence, they are mysterious. In what mood of mind were they conceived by the great Artist ? Of what feelings of His are 146 FLOWERS AND FRUIT. they the expression, — springing up out of the dust, in the gigantic, waste, and desolate regions, where one would think the sense of His almight- iness might overpower the soul ? Born in the track of the glacier and the avalanche, they seem to say to us that this Almighty Being is very pitiful, and of tender compassion; that, in His infinite soul, there is an exquisite gentleness and love of the beautiful, and that, if we would be blessed, His will to bless is infinite. Mountain I look at the strange, old, cloudy moun- *^' tains, the Eiger, the Wetterhorn, the Schreckhorn. A kind of hazy ether floats around them — an indescribable aerial halo •^— which no painter ever represents. Who can paint the air, — that vivid blue in which these sharp peaks cut their glittering images ? The mys- I like best these snow-pure glaciers seen na"^e."^ through these black pines ; there is something mysterious about them when you thus catch glimpses, and see not the earthly base on which they rest. I recollect the same fact in seeing the cataract of Niagara through trees, where merely the dizzying fall of water was visible, with its foam, and spray, and rain- bow ; it produced an idea of something super- natural. ... Every prospect loses by being made definite. As long as we only see a thing by glimpses, and imagine that there is a deal more that we do not NATURE. 147 see, the mind is kept in a constant excitement and play ; but come to a point where you can fairly and squarely take in the whole, and there your mind falls listless. It is the greatest proof, to me, of the infinite nature of our minds, that we almost instantly undervalue what we have thoroughly attained. ... I remember once, after finishing a very circumstantial treatise on the nature of heaven, being oppressed with a similar sensation of satiety, — that which hath not entered the heart of man to conceive must not be mapped out, — hence the wisdom of the dim, indefinite imagery of the Scriptures ; they give you no hard outline, no definite limit ; occasionally they part as do the clouds around these mountains, giving you flashes and gleams of something supernatural and splendid, but never fully unveiling. Cloud land- It is odd, though, to look at those cloud- scapes. caperings; quite as interestmg, in its way, as to read new systems of transcendental philosophy, and perhaps quite as profitable. Yonder is a great white-headed cloud, slowly unrolling himself in the bosom of a black pine forest. Across the other side of the road a huge granite cliff has picked up a bit of gauzy silver, which he is winding around his scraggy neck. And now, here comes a cascade, right over our heads ; a cascade, not of water, but of cloud ; for the poor little brook that makes it faints away before it gets down to us ; it falls like a shimmer of moonlight, or a shower of powdered silver, 148 FLOWERS AND FRUIT. ■while a tremulous rainbow appears at uncertain intervals, like a half-seen spirit. A cascade. The cascade here, as in mountains gen- erally, is a never-failing source of life and variety. Water, joyous, buoyant son of Nature, is calling to you, leaping, sparkling, mocking at you between bushes, and singing as he goes down the dells. A thousand little pictures he makes among the rocks as he goes. Phases of There are phases in nature which cor- na*^e. respond to every phase of human thought and emotion; and this stern, cloudy scenery [in the Alps] answers to the melancholy fatalism of Greek tragedy, or the kindred mournfulness of the book of Job. Sublimity Coming down I mentally compared Mont m nature, ^gj^^j^^ .^jr^^ Niagara, as one should com- pare two grand pictures in different styles of the same master. Both are of that class of things which mark eras in a mind's history, and open a new door which no man can shut. Of the two, I think Niagara is the more impressive, perhaps because those aerial elements of foam and spray give that vague and dreamy indefiniteness of outline which seems essential in the sublime. For this reason, while Niagara is equally impressive in the distance, it does not lose on the nearest approach, — it is always mysterious, and there- fore stimulating. Those varying spray-wreaths, NATURE. 149 rising like Ossian's ghosts from its abyss ; those shimmering rainbows, through whose veil you look ; those dizzying falls of water that seem like clouds poured from the hollow of God's hand; and that mystic undertone of sound that seems to pervade the whole being as the voice of the Almighty, — all these bewilder and enchant the discriminating and prosaic part of us, and bring us into that cloudy region of ecstasy where the soul comes nearest to Him whom no eye has seen or can see. I have sometimes asked myself if, in the countless ages of the future, the heirs of God shall ever be endowed by Him with a crea- tive power, by which they shall bring into being things like these ? In this infancy of his exist- ence, man creates pictures, statues, cathedrals ; but when he is made " ruler over many things," will his Father intrust to him the building and adorning of worlds ? the ruling of the glorious, dazzling forces of nature ? Mountain Everybody knows, even in our sober rooks. j^ew England, that mountain brooks are a frisky, indiscreet set, rattling, chattering, and capering, in defiance of all law and order, tum- bling over precipices and picking themselves up at the bottom, no whit wiser or more disposed to be tranquil than they were at the top ; in fact, seeming to grow more mad and frolicsome with every leap. Well, that is just the way brooks do here in the Alps. 150 FLOWERS AND FRUIT. Alpine air. The whole air seemed to be surcharged with tints, ranging between the palest rose and the deepest violet — tints never without blue, and never without red, but varying in the degree of the two. It is this prismatic hue, diffused over every object, which gives one of the most notice- able characteristics of the Alpine landscape. Color- I have seen sometimes, in spring, set ^* against a deep-blue sky, an array of greens, from lightest yellow to deepest blue of the pines, tipped and glittering with the after- noon sun, yet so swathed in some invisible, har- monizing medium, that the strong contrasts of color jarred upon no sense. All seemed to be bound by the invisible cestus of some celestial Venus. Yet what painter would dare attempt the same ? Nature's Mountains are nature's testimonials of ^^^^ * anguish. They are the sharp cry of a groaning and travailing creation. Nature's stern agony writes itself on these furrowed brows of gloomy stone. These reft and splintered crags stand, the dreary images of patient sorrow, exist- ing verdureless and stern because exist they must. In them, hearts that have ceased to rejoice, and have learned to suffer, find kindred, and here an earth worn with countless cycles of sorrow utters to the stars voices of speechless despair. NATURE. 151 Pines. I always love pines, to all generations. I welcome this solemn old brotherhood, which stand gray-bearded, like monks, old, dark, sol- emn, sighing a certain mournful sound — like a benedicite through the leaves. POGANUC PEOPLE. New Eng- But at last — at last — spring did come land spring. ^^ p^ganuc ! This marvcl and mystery of the new creation did finally take place there every year, in spite of every appearance to the contrary. Long after the bluebird that had sung the first promise had gone back into his own celestial ether, the promise that he sang was ful- fiUed. Like those sweet, foreseeing spirits, that on high, bare tree-tops of human thought, pour forth songs of hope in advance of their age and time, our bluebird was gifted with a sure spirit of prophecy ; and, though the winds were angry and loud, though snows lay piled and deep for long weeks after, though ice and frost and hail armed themselves in embattled forces, yet the sun behind them all kept shining and shining, every day longer and longer, every day drawing nearer and nearer, till the snows passed away like a bad dream, and the brooks woke up and began to laugh and gurgle, and the ice went out of the ponds. Then the pussy-wiUows threw out their soft catkins, and the ferns came up with 152 FLOWERS AND FRUIT. their woolly hoods on, like prudent old house- mothers, looking to see if it was yet time to unveil their tender greens, and the white blos- soms of the shad-blow and the tremulous tags of the birches and alders shook themselves gayly out in the woods. Then, under brown, rustling leaf-banks, came the white, waxy shells of the trailing arbutus with its pink buds, fair as a win- ter's dawn on snow ; the blue and white hepati- cas opened their eyes, and cold, sweet, white vio- lets starred the moist edges of water-courses, and great blue violets opened large eyes in the shad- ows, and the white and crimson trilliums xm- furled under the flickering lace-work shadows of the yet leafless woods ; the red columbine waved its bells from the rocks, and great tufts of golden cowslips fringed the borders of the brooks. Then came in flocks the delicate wind-flower family ; anemones, starry white, and the crow- foot, with its pink outer shell, and the spotted adder's tongue, with its waving yellow bells of blossom. Then, too, the honest, great, green leaves of the old skunk-cabbage, most refreshing to the eye in its hardy, succulent greenness, though an abomination to the nose of the ill-in- formed who should be tempted to gather them. In a few weeks, the woods, late so frozen, — hopelessly buried in snow-drifts, — were full of a thousand beauties and delicacies of life and mo- tion, and flowers bloomed on every hand. NATURE. 153 Autumn. The bright days of summer were a short-lived joy at Poganuc. One hardly had time to say " How beautiful ! " before it was past. By September came the frosty nights that turned the hills into rainbow colors, and ushered in Autumn, with her gorgeous robes of golden-rod and purple asters. There was still the best of sport for the children, however ; for the frost ripened the shagbark walnuts and opened the chestnut burrs, and the glossy brown chestnuts dropped down among the rustling yel- low leaves and the beds of fringed blue gentian. . . . Here and there groups of pines and tall hemlocks, with their heavy background of sol- emn green, threw out the flamboyant tracery of the forest in startling distinctness. Here and there, as they passed a bit of low land, the swamp maple seemed really to burn like crimson flame, and the clumps of black alder, with their vivid scarlet berries, exalted the effect of color to the very highest and most daring result. No artist ever has ventured to put on canvas the exact copy of the picture that Nature paints for us every year in the autumn months. There are things the Almighty Artist can do that no earthly imitator can more than hopelessly ad- mire. Bird-talk. Who shall interpret what is meant by the sweet jargon of robin and oriole and bobo- link, with their endless reiterations ? Some- thing wiser, perhaps, than we dream of in our lower life here. 154 FLOWERS AND FRUIT. LITTLE PUSSY WILLOW. NewEng. By and by the sun took to getting up ter. ^"^ later and later, setting a dreadfully bad example, it is to be confessed. It would be seven o'clock and after before he would show his red face above the bed-clothes of clouds away off in the southeast ; and when he did manage to get up, he was so far off and so chilly in his demeanor that people seemed scarcely a bit the better for him ; and by half-past four in the afternoon he was down in bed again, tucked up for the night, never caring what became of the world. And so the clouds were full of snow, as if a thousand white feather-beds had been ripped up over the world ; and all the frisky winds came out of their dens, and great frolics they had, blowing and roaring and careering in the clouds, — now bellowing down between the mountains, as if they meant to tear the world to pieces, then piping high and shrill, first round one corner of the farm-house, and then round the other, rattling the windows, bouncing against the doors, and then with one united chorus rum- bling, tumbling down the great chimney, as if they had a mind to upset it. Oh, what a frisky, rough, jolly, unmannerly set of winds they were ! By and by the snow drifted higher than the fences, and nothing was to be seen around the farm-house but smooth, waving hills and hollows of snow ; and then came the rain and sleet, and NATURE. 155 froze them over with a slippery, shining crust, that looked as if the earth was dressed for the winter in a silver coat of maU. QUEER LITTLE PEOPLE. Summer There had been a patter of rain the ^*^' night before, which had kept the leaves awake talking to each other tiQ nearly morning, but by dawn the small winds had blown brisk little pufEs, and had whisked the heavens clean and bright with their tiny wings, as you have seen Susan clear away the cobwebs in your mamma's parlor ; and so now there were left only a thousand blinking, burning water-drops, hanging like convex mirrors at the end of each leaf, and Miss Katy admired herself in each one. MY WIFE AND I. Lifluence The mutual acquaintance that comes to JoundSgs. companions in this solitude and face-to- face communion with nature is deeper and more radical than can come when surround- ed by the factitious circumstances of society. When the whole artificial world is withdrawn, and far out of sight, when we are surrounded with the pure and beautiful mysteries of nature, the very best and most genuine part of us comes to the surface, we know each other by the com- munion of our very highest faculties. 156 FLOWERS AND FRUIT. RELIGIOUS POEMS. Summer "Why shouldst thou study in the month studies. n T 01 June In dusky books of Greek and Hebrew lore, When the great Teacher of all glorious things Passes in hourly light before thy door ? There is a brighter book unrolling now ; Fair are its leaves as is the tree of heaven, All veined and dewed and gemmed with won- drous signs, To which a healing, mystic power is given. A thousand voices to its study call, From the fair hill-top, from the water-fall. Where the bird singeth, and the yellow bee, And the breeze talketh from the airy tree. Now is that glorious resurrection time When all earth's buried beauties have new birth ! Behold the yearly miracle complete, — God hath created a new heaven and earth ! Hast thou no tiTne for all this wondrous show, — No thought to spare ? Wilt thou forever be With thy last year's dry flower-stalk and dead leaves, And no new shoot or blossom on thy tree ? See how the pines push off their last year's leaves. And stretch beyond them with exultant bound : NATURE. 157 The grass and flowers, with living power, o'er- grow Their last year's remnants on the greening ground. Wilt thou, then, all thy wintry feelings keep. The old dead routine of the book-writ lore. Nor deem that God can teach, by one bright hour, What life hath never taught to thee before ? Cease, cease to think, and be content to he y Swing safe at anchor in fair Nature's bay ; Reason no more, but o'er thy quiet soul Let God's sweet teachings ripple their soft way. Call not such hours an idle waste of time, — Land that lies fallow gains a quiet power ; It treasures, from the brooding of God's wings, Strength to unfold the future tree and flower. And when the summer's glorious show is past, Its miracles no longer charm thy sight. The treasured riches of those thoughtful hours Shall make thy wintry musings warm and bright. CHAPTER VII. LITERATURE AND ART. THE minister's WOOING. Romance. All prosaic and all bitter, disenchanted people talk as if poets and novelists made ro- mances. They do, just as much as craters make volcanoes, no more. What is romance ? Whence comes it ? Plato spoke to the subject wisely, in his quaint way, some two thousand years ago, when he said, "Man's soul, in a former state, was winged and soared among the gods : and so it comes to pass that, in this life, when the soul, by the power of music or poetry, or the sight of beauty, hath her remembrance quick- ened, forthwith there is a struggling and a prick- ing pain, as of wings trying to come forth, even as children in teething." And if an old heathen, two thousand years ago, discoursed thus gravely of the romantic part of our nature, whence comes it that in Christian lands we think in so pagan a way of it, and turn the whole care of it to ballad- makers, romancers, and opera-singers ? Let us look up in fear and reverence, and say, " God is the great maker of romance ; He, from whose hand came man and woman, — He, who LITERATURE AND ART. 159 strung the great harp of existence, — He is the great poet of life." Every impulse of beauty, of heroism, and every craving for purer love, fairer perfection, nobler type and style of being, than that which closes like a prison-house around us, in the dim, daily walk of life, is God's breath, God's impulse, God's reminder to the soul that there is something higher, sweeter, purer, yet to be attained. . . . The dullest street of the most prosaic town has matter in it for more smiles, more tears, more intense excitement, than ever were written in story or sung in poem ; the reality is there, of which the romance is the second-hand recorder. OLDTOWN FOLKS. Hebrew But it is a most remarkable property of this old Hebrew literature that it seems to be enchanted with a divine and living power, which strikes the nerve of individual conscious- ness in every desolate and suffering soul. It may have been Judah or Jerusalem agces asro to whom these words first came, but as they have traveled on for thousands of years, they have seemed to tens of thousands of sinking and desolate souls the voice of God to them individually. They have raised the burden from thousands of crushed spirits ; they have been as the day-spring to thou- sands of perplexed wanderers. Oh ! let us treas- ure these old words, for as of old Jehovah chose 160 FLOWERS AND FRUIT. to dwell in a tabernacle in the wilderness, and between the cherubim in the temple, so now He dwells in them ; and to the simple soul that seeks for Him here, He will look forth as of old from the pillar of cloud and fire. Influence For my part, I am impatient of the Bible? theory of those who think that noth- ing that is not understood makes any valuable impression on the mind of a child. I am certain that the constant contact of the Bible with my childish mind was a very great mental stimulant, as it certainly was a cause of a singu- lar and vague pleasure. The wild, poetic parts of the prophecies, with their bold figures, vivid exclamations, and strange Oriental names and images, fiUed me with a quaint and solemn de- light. Just as a child brought up under the shadow of the great cathedrals of the Old World, wandering into them daily, at morning, or at eventide, beholding the many-colored windows, flamboyant with strange legends of saints and angels, and neither understanding the legends, nor comprehending the architecture, is yet stilled and impressed, till the old minster grows into his growth and fashions his nature, so this wonderful old cathedral book insensibly wrought a sort of mystical poetry into the otherwise hard and ster- ile life of New England. Its passionate Oriental phrases, its quaint, pathetic stories, its wild tran- scendent bursts of imagery, fixed an indelible mark in my imagination. ... I think no New LITEKATURE AND ART. 161 Englander, brought up under the rSgime estab- lished by the Puritans, could really estimate how much of himself had actually been formed by this constant, face-to-face intimacy with Hebrew literature. The study I recommend everybody who wishes to tn^^e, try the waters of Lethe to study a new language, and learn to think in new forms ; it is like going out of one sphere of exist- ence into another. Greek. Greek is the morning land of languages, and has the freshness of early dew m it which will never exhale. THE PEARL OF ORR'S ISLAND. The Bible. " This 'ere old Bible, — why it's jest like yer mother — ye rove and ramble and cut up round the world without her a spell, and mebbe think the old woman ain't so fashionable as some; but when sickness and sorrow comes, why there ain't nothin' else to go back to. Is there, now ? " HOUSE AlsD HOME PAPERS. Reading " But don't you think," said Marianne, amJiment. " that there is danger in too much, fiction ? " 162 FLOWERS AND FRUIT. " Yes," said I. " But the chief danger of all that class of reading is its easiness, and the indo- lent, careless mental habit it induces. A great deal of the reading of young people on all days is really reading to no purpose, its object being merely present amusement. It is a Hstless yield- ing of the mind to be washed over by a stream which leaves no fertilizing properties, and carries away by constant wear the good soil of thought. I should try to estabhsh a barrier against this kind of reading, not only on Sunday, but on Monday, on Tuesday, and on all days. Instead, therefore, of objecting to any particular class of books for Sunday reading, I should say in gen- eral that reading merely for pastime, without any moral aim, is the thing to be guarded against. That which inspires no thought, no purpose, which steals away all our strength and energy, and makes the Sabbath a day of dreams, is the reading I would object to." Sacred " So of music. I do not see the pro- "^'^^^' priety of confining one's self to techni- cal sacred music. Any grave, solemn, thoughtful, or pathetic music has a proper relation to our higher spiritual nature, whether it be printed in a church service-book or on secular sheets. On me, for example, Beethoven's Sonatas have a far more deeply religious influence than much that has religious names and words. Music is to be judged of by its effects." LITERATURE AND ART. 163 A good For a picture, painted by a real artist, pic ure. ^j^^ studies Nature minutely and con- scientiously, has something of the charm of the good Mother herself, — something of her faculty of putting on different aspects under different lights. PINK AND WHITE TYRANNY. Letters. Those long letters in which thoughtful people who live in retired situations delight ; let- ters, not of outward events, but of sentiments and opinions, the phases of the inner life. AGNES OF SORKENTO. The artist's What higher honor or grace can befall a creature than to be called upon to make visible to men that beauty of invisible things which is divine and eternal ? Hymns. " A hymn is a singing angel, and goes walking through the earth, scattering the dev- ils before it. Therefore he who creates hymns imitates the most excellent and lovely works of our Lord God, who made the angels. These hymns watch our chamber-door, they sit upon our pillow, they sing to us when we awake ; and therefore our master was resolved to sow the minds of his young people with them, as our 164 FLOWERS AND FRUIT. lovely Italy is sown with the seeds of all-colored flowers." Music the There is no phase of the Italian mind oTnaiyf that has not found expression in its music. DEED. The univer- As the mind, looking on the great vol- ume of nature, sees there a reflection of its own internal passions, and seizes on that in it which sympathizes with itself, — as the fierce and savage soul delights in the roar of torrents, the thunder of avalanches, and the whirl of ocean-storms, — so is it in the great answering volume of revelation. There is something there for every phase of man's nature, and hence its endless vitality and stimulating force. Prophecy It is remarkable that in all ages, com- and Reve- •, • j • j' • i i ■li_ j^ lation. munities and mdividuais who nave sut- fered under oppression have always fled for refuge to the Old Testament and to the book of Revelation in the New. Even if not defi- nitely understood, these magnificent compositions have a wild, inspiring power, like a wordless, yet impassioned symphony, played by a sublime orchestra, in which deep and awful sub-bass in- struments mingle with those of ethereal softness, and wild minors twine and interlace with marches of battles and bursts of victorious harmony. LITERATURE AND ART. 165 They are ranch mistaken who say that nothing is efficient as a motive that is not definitely under- stood. Who ever thought of understanding the mingled wail and roar of the Marseillaise ? Just this kind of indefinite stimulating power has the Bible to the souls of the oppressed. There is also a disposition, which has manifested itself since the primitive times, by which the human soul, bowed down beneath the weight of mighty oppressions, and despairing in its own weakness, seizes with avidity the intimations of a coming judgment, in which the Son of Man, appearing in His glory, and all His holy angels with Him, shall right earth's mighty wrongs. SUNNT MEMORIES OF FOREIGN LANDS. The artist But, I take it, cvcry true painter, poet, as prophet. j .• . • • £ and artist is in some sense so tar a prophet that his utterances convey more to other minds than he himself knows ; so that, doubtless, should all the old masters rise from the dead, they might be edified by what posterity has found in their books. Difficulty Certainly no emotions so rigidly reject cism? ^' critical restraint and disdain to be bound by rule as those excited by the fine arts. A man unimpressible and incapable of moods and tenses is for that reason an incompetent critic ; and the sensitive, excitable man, how can he 166 FLOWERS AND FRUIT. know that he does not impose his peculiar mood as a general rule ? Rembrandt I always did admire the gorgeous and thorne?^" solemn mysteries of his coloring. Rem- brandt is like Hawthorne. He chooses simple and every-day objects, and so arranges light and shadow as to give them a sombre rich- ness and mysterious gloom. " The House of the Seven Gables " is a succession of Rembrandt pictures, done in words instead of oils. Now, this pleases us, because our life really is a haunted one, the simplest thing in it is a mystery, the invisible world always lies around us like a shadow, and therefore this dreamy, golden gleam of Rembrandt meets somewhat in our inner con- sciousness to which it corresponds. . . . Rubens and I should compare Rubens to Shake- speare', speare, for the wonderful variety and vital force of his artistic power. I know no other mind he so nearly resembles. Like Shakespeare, he forces you to accept and to forgive a thousand excesses, and uses his own faults as musicians use discords, only to enhance the perfection of harmony. There certainly is some use, even in defects. A faultless style sends you to sleep. Defects rouse and excite the sen- sibility to seek and appreciate excellence. Some of Shakespeare's finest passages explode all grammar and rhetoric like sky-rockets — the thought blows the language to shivers. LITEKATUKE AND ART. 167 Language I rejoice every hour that I am among Bible? these scenes in my familiarity with the language of the Bible. In it alone can I find vocabulary and images to express what this world of wonder excites. The effect As to Christianity not making men hap- tianity!^' picr, mcthinks M. Belloc forgets that the old Greek tragedies are filled with despair and gloom, as their prevailing character- istic, and that nearly all the music of the world before Christ was in the minor scale, as since Christ it has come to be in the major. The whole creation has, indeed, groaned and travailed in pain together until now, but the mighty an- them has modulated since the Cross, and the requiem of Jesus has been the world's birth-song of approaching jubilee. Music is a far better test, moreover, on such a point, than painting, for just where painting is weakest, namely, in the expression of the highest moral and spiritual ideas, there music is most sublimely strong. Real To me, all music is sacred. Is it not ^^^ ' so ? All real music, in its passionate earnest, its blendings, its wild, heart-searching tones, is the language of aspiration. So it may not be meant; yet, when we know God, so we translate it. 168 FLOWERS AND FRUIT. Power of What is done from a genuine, strong, ^tion. inward emotion, whether in writing or painting, always mesmerizes the paper or the canvas, and gives it a power which every- body must feel, though few know why. The reason why the Bible has been omnipotent, in all ages, has been because there were the emotions of God in it. POGANUC PEOPLE. Puritan As there is a place for all things in this great world of ours, so there was in its time and day a place and a style for Puritan music. If there were pathos and power and sol- emn splendor in the rhythmic movement of the churchly chants, there was a grand, wild freedom and energy of motion in the old " fuguing tunes " of that day that well expressed the heart of a people courageous in combat and unshaken in endurance. The church chant is like the meas- ured motion of the mighty sea in calm weather, but those old fuguing tunes were like that same ocean aroused by stormy winds, when deep call- eth unto deep in tempestuous confusion, out of which, at last, is evolved union and harmony. It was a music suggestive of the strife, the commo- tion, the battle-cries of a transition period of society, struggling onward toward dimly seen ideals of peace and order. LITERATURE AND ART. 169 LITTLE PUSSY WILLOW. Books. No ornament of a house can compare with books ; they are constant company in a room, even when you are not reading them. MY WIB^ AND I. Our The only drawback when one reads mothers' poems that exactly express what one '^oxda. would like to say is that it makes us envious ; one thinks, why could n't I have said it thus? WE AND OUR NEIGHBORS. Books of St. John was seated in his study, with meditation. -lip t..- ^ n i* a book 01 meditations beiore him, on which he was endeavoring to fix his mind. In the hot, dusty, vulgar atmosphere of modern life, it was his daily effort to bring around himself the shady coolness, the calm, conventual stillness, that breathes through such writers as St. Francis de Sales and Thomas h Kempis, men with a genius for devotion, who have left to mankind records of the milestones and road-marks by which they traveled towards the highest things. Nor should the most stringent Protestant fail to honor that rich and grand treasury of the expe- rience of devout spirits of which the Romish 170 FLOWERS AND FRUIT. Church has been the custodian. The hymns and prayers and pious meditations which come to us through this channel are particularly worthy of a cherishing remembrance in this dusty, materialis- tic age. Hymns. "Words of piety, allied to a catching tune, are like seeds with wings — they float out in the air, and drop in the odd corners of the heart, to spring up in good purposes. CHAPTER Vni. NEW ENGLAND LIFE. THE minister's WOOING. Earnest- It is impossible to write a story of New NewEng^^ England life and manners for a thought- land peo- jggg shallow-minded person. If we pie. ' •*• 1 ' • represent things as they are, their in- tensity, their depth, their unworldly gravity and earnestness must inevitably repel lighter spirits, as the reverse pole of the magnet drives off sticks and straws. In no other country were the soul and the spiritual life ever such intense realities, and everything contemplated so much (to use a current New England phrase) " in reference to eternity." New Eng- The rigid theological discipline of New wtheoi- England is fitted to produce rather strength and purity than enjoyment. It was not fitted to make a sensitive and thought- ful nature happy, however it might ennoble and exalt. The kitch- The kitchen of a New England matron ®°* was her throne-room, her pride ; it was 172 FLOWERS AND FRUIT. the habit of her life to produce the greatest pos- sible results there with the slightest possible dis- composure ; and what any woman could do, Mrs. Katy Scudder could do jpar excellence. Every- thing there seemed to be always done and never doing. Washing and baking, those formidable disturbers of the composure of families, were all over within those two or three morning hours when we are composing ourselves for a last nap, — and only the fluttering of linen over the green yard on Monday mornings proclaimed that the dreaded solemnity of a wash had transpired. A breakfast arose there as by magic ; and in an incredibly short space after, every knife, fork, spoon, and trencher, clean and shining, was look- ing as innocent and unconscious in its place as if it never had been used and never expected to be. The floor, — perhaps, sir, you remember your grandmother's floor of snowy boards sanded with whitest sand ; you remember the ancient fire- place stretching quite across one end, — a vast cavern, in each corner of which a cozy seat might be found, distant enough to enjoy the crackle of the great jolly wood fire ; across the room ran a dresser, on which was displayed great store of shining pewter dishes and platters, which always shone with the same mysterious brightness; by the side of the fire, a commodi- ous wooden settee, or " settle," offered repose to people too little accustomed to luxury to ask for a cushion. Oh, that kitchen of the olden time, NEW ENGLAND LIFE. 173 — - the old, clean, roomy. New England kitchen ! Who that has breakfasted, dined, and supped in one, has not cheery visions of its thrift, its warmth, its coolness ? The noonmark on its floor was a dial that told off some of the happiest days ; thereby did we right up some of the shortcom- ings of the solemn old clock that tick-tacked in the corner, and whose ticks seemed mysterious prophecies of unknown good yet to arise out of the hours of life. How dreamy the winter twi- light came in there, — when as yet the candles were not lighted, — when the crickets chirped around the dark stone hearth, and shifting tongues af flame flickered and cast dancing shadows and elfish lights on the walls, while grandmother nod- ded over her knitting-work, and puss purred, and old Rover lay dreamily opening now one eye and then the other on the family group ! With all our ceiled houses, let us not forget our grand- mother's kitchen. Faculty. She was one of the much admired class, who, in the speech of New England, are said to have faculty, a gift which, among that shrewd people, commands more esteem than beauty, riches, learning, or any other worldly endow- ment. Faculty is Yankee for savoir faire, and the opposite virtue to shiftlessness. Faculty is the greatest virtue, and shiftlessness the great- est vice, of Yankee men and women. To her who has faculty nothing shall be impossible. She shall scrub floors, wash, wring, bake, brew, and 174 FLOWERS AND FRUIT. yet her hands shall be small and white ; she shall have no perceptible income, yet always be handsomely dressed ; she shall have not a ser- vant in her house, — with a dairy to manage, hired men to feed, a boarder or two to care for, unheard-of pickling and preserving to do, — and yet you commonly see her every afternoon sit- ting at her shady parlor-window behind the lilacs, cool and easy, hemming muslin cap-strings, or reading the last new book. She who hath fac- ulty is never in a hurry, never behindhand. She can always step over to distressed Mrs. Smith, whose jelly won't come, — and stop to show Mrs. Jones how she makes her pickles so green, — and be ready to watch with poor old Mrs. Simpkins, who is down with the rheumatism. Garrets. Garrets are delicious places in any case, for people of thoughtful, imaginative tempera- ment. Who has not loved a garret in the twi- light days of childhood, with its endless stores of quaint, cast-off, suggestive antiquity, — old, worm-eaten chests, — rickety chairs, — boxes and casks full of odd comminglings, out of which, with tiny, childish hands, we picked wonderful hoards of fairy treasure ? "What peep-holes, and hiding-places, and undiscoverable retreats we made to ourselves, — where we sat rejoi- cing in our security, and bidding defiance to the vague, distant cry which summoned us to school, or to some unsavory every-day task ! How deliciously the rain came pattering on the NEW ENGLAND LIFE. 175 roof over our head, or the red twilight streamed in at the window, while we sat snugly ensconced over the delicious pages of some romance which careful aunts had packed away at the bottom of all things, to be sure we should never read it ! If you have anything, beloved friends, which you wish your Charley or your Susy to be sure and read, pack it mysteriously away at the bottom of a trunk of stimulating rubbish in the darkest corner of your garret ; in that case, if the book be at all readable, — one that by any possible chance can make its way into a young mind, you may be sure that it will not only be read, but remembered to the longest day they have to live. ciearcut His was One of those clearly cut minds °^^ ' which New England forms among her farmers, as she forms quartz crystals in her mountains, by a sort of gradual influence flow- ing through every pore of the soil and system. OLDTOWN FOLKS. NewEng- Ncw England has been to the United parent of States what the Dorian hive was to the West. Qroece. It has always been a capital country to emigrate from, and North, South, East, and West have been populated largely from New England, so that the seed-bed of New Eng- land was the seed-bed of the great American republic, and of all that is likely to come of it. 176 FLOWERS AND FRUIT. Rough Any one that has ever pricked his fin- gers in trying to force open a chestnut- burr may perhaps have moralized at the satin lining, so smooth and soft, that lies inside of that sharpness. It is an emblem of a kind of nature very frequent in New England, where the best and kindest and most desirable of traits are enveloped in an outside wrapping of sharp austerity. The do- Every New England village, if you mg- ^j^iy ^i^{jq\^ Qf {i^ must have its do-noth- ing, as regularly as it has its school-house or its meeting-house. Nature is always wide awake in the matter of compensation. Work, thrift, and industry are such an incessant steam-power in Yankee life that society would burn itself out with the intense friction, were there not inter- posed here and there the lubricating power of a decided do-nothing, — a man who won't be hurried, and won't work, and will take his ease in his own way, in spite of the whole protest of his neighborhood to the contrary. And there is on the face of the whole earth no do-nothing whose softness, idleness, general inaptitude to labor, and everlasting, universal shiftlessness, can compare with that of the worthy, as found in a brisk Yankee village. Life an People have often supposed, because the interest."^ Puritans founded a society where there were no professed public amusements, NEW ENGLAND LIFE. 177 that therefore there was no fun going on in the ancient land of Israel, and that there were no cakes and ale, because they were virtuous. They were never more mistaken in their lives. There was an abundance of sober, well-considered mer- riment, and the hinges of life were well-oiled with that sort of secret humor which to this day gives the raciness to real Yankee wit. Besides this, we must remember that life itself is the greatest possible amusement to people who really believe they can do much with it, — who have that intense sense of what can be brought to pass by human effort that was characteristic of the New England colonies. To such, it is not exactly proper to say that life is an amusement, but it certainly is an engrossing interest, that takes the place of all amusements. New Eng- In the little theocracy which the Pil- ity. ^ ^' grims established in the wilderness, the ministry was the only order of nobility. They were the only privileged class, and their voice it was that decided ex cathedra on all ques- tions both of church and state, from the choice of governor to that of district school teacher. Our minister, as I remember him, was one of the cleanest, most gentlemanly, most well-bred of men, — never appearing without all the decorums of silk stockings, shining knee and shoe buckles, well-brushed shoes, immaculately powdered wig, out of which shone his clear, calm, serious face, like the moon out of a fleecy cloud. 178 FLOWERS AND FRUIT. THE PEARL OF ORR'S ISLAND. A ship- In the plain, simple regions we are conunu? describing, — where the sea is the great "^*y* avenue of active life, and the pine for- ests are the great source of wealth, — ship-build- ing is an engrossing interest, and there is no fete that calls forth the community like the launching of a vessel. And no wonder ; for what is there belonging to this workaday world of ours that has such a never-failing fund of poetry and grace as a ship ? A ship is a beauty and mystery wherever we see it : its white wings touch the region of the unknown and the imaginative ; they seem to us full of the odors of quaint, strange, foreign shores, where life, we fondly dream, moves in brighter currents than the muddy, tranquil tides of every day. Who that sees one bound outward, with her white breasts swelling and heaving, as if with a reaching expectancy, does not feel his heart swell with a longing impulse to go with her to the far-off shores? Even at dingy, crowded wharves, amid the stir and tumult of great cities, the coming in of a ship is an event that can never lose its interest. But on these romantic shores of Maine, where all is so wild and still, and the blue sea lies embraced in the arms of a dark, solitary forest, the sudden incoming of a ship from a distant voyage is a sort of romance. NEW ENGLAND LIFE. 179 . . . The very life and spirit of strange, roman- tic lands come with her ; suggestions of sandal- wood and spice breathe through the pine woods ; she is an Oriental queen, with hands full of mys- tical gifts ; "all her garments smell of myrrh and cassia, out of the ivory palaces, whereby they have made her glad." No wonder men have loved ships like birds, and that there have been found brave, rough hearts that in fatal wrecks chose rather to go down with their ocean love than to leave her in the last throes of her death- agony. A ship-building, a ship-sailing community has an unconscious poetry ever underlying its exist- ence. Exotic ideas from foreign lands relieve the trite monotony of life ; the ship-owner lives in communion with the whole world, and is less likely to fall into the petty conmionplaces that infest the routine of inland life. Repression. There is a class of people in New Eng- land who betray the uprising of the softer feel- ings of our nature only by an increase of out- ward asperity — a sort of bashfulness and shyness leaves them no power of expression for these unwonted guests of the heart — they hurry them into inner chambers and slam the doors upon them, as if they were vexed at their appearance. The Sab- A vague, dream-like sense of rest and Sabbath stillness seemed to brood in the air. The very spruce-trees seemed to know that 180 FLOWERS AND FRUIT. it was Sunday, and to point solemnly upward with their dusky fingers, and the small tide- waves that chased each other up on the sheUy beach, or broke against projecting rocks, seemed to do it with a chastened decorum, as each blue- haired wave whispered to his brother, " Be still — be still." . . . Not merely as a burdensome restraint, or a weary endurance came the shadow of that Puri- tan Sabbath. It brought with it all the sweet- ness that belongs to rest, all the sacredness that hallows home, all the memories of patient thrift, of sober order, of chastened yet intense family feeling, of calmness, of purity, and self-respect- ing dignity, which distinguished the Puritan household. It seemed a solemn pause in aU the sights and sounds of earth. Early New The State of Society in some of the dis- Bo^fety. tricts of Maine, in these days, much resembled, in its spirit, that which Moses labored to produce in ruder ages. It was entirely democratic, simple, grave, hearty, and sincere, — solemn and religious in its daily tone, and yet, as to all material good, full of whole- some thrift and prosperity. Perhaps taking the average mass of the people, a more healthful and desirable state of society never existed. Its bet- ter specimens had a simple, Doric grandeur, unsurpassed in any age. NEW ENGLAND LIFE. 181 THE MAYFLOWER. Atypical Did you ever see the little village of landviuage. Newbiuy, in New England ? I dare say you never did; for it was just one of those out-of-the-way places where nobody ever came unless they came on purpose : a green little hollow, wedged like a bird's nest between half a dozen high hills, that kept off the wind and kept out foreigners ; so that the little place was as straitly sui generis as if there were not another in the world. The inhabitants were all of that respectable old steadfast family who made it a point to be bom, bred, married, die, and be bur- ied, all in the self-same spot. There were just so many houses, and just so many people lived in them ; nobody ever seemed to be sick, or to die either, at least while I was there. The na- tives grew old till they could not grow any older, and then they stood stUl, and lasted, from gener- ation to generation. There was, too, an unchange- ability about all the externals of Newbury. Here was a red house, and there a brown house, and across the way was a yellow house ; and there was a straggling rail fence or a tribe of mullein stalks between. The minister lived here, and Squire Moses lived there, and Deacon Hart lived under the hill, and Messrs. Nadab and Abihu Peters lived by the cross-road, and the old " Wid- der Smith " lived by the meeting-house, and Ebenezer Camp kept a shoemaker's shop on one 182 FLOWERS AND FRUIT. side, and Patience Mosely kept a milliner's shop in front ; and there was old Comfort Scran, who kept store for the whole town, and sold axe-heads, brass thimbles, licorice ball, fancy handkerchiefs, and everything else you can think of. Here, too, was the general post-office, where you might see letters marvelously folded, directed wrong side upwards, stamped with a thimble, and super- scribed to some of the Dollys, or Pollys, or Peters, or Moseses aforenamed or not named. For the rest, as to manners, morals, arts, and sciences, the people in Newbury always went to their parties at three o'clock in the afternoon, and came home before dark ; always stopped all work the minute the sun was down on Saturday night; always went to meeting on Sunday; had a schoolhouse with all the ordinary inconven- iences ; were in neighborly charity with one an- other, read their Bibles, feared their God, and were content with such things as they had, — the best philosophy after all. The farm- Everything in Uncle Abel's house was house. • i.1 J." 1 J m the same time, place, manner, and form, from year's end to year's end. There was old Master Bose, a dog after my uncle's, own heart, who always walked as if he were studying the multiplication table. There was the old clock, forever ticking in the kitchen corner, with a picture on its face of the sun forever setting behind a perpendicular row of poplar - trees. There was the never-failing supply of red pep- NEW ENGLAND LIFE. 183 pers and onions hanging over the chimney. There, too, were the yearly hollyhocks and morning-glories blooming about the windows. There was the " best room," with its sanded floor, the cupboard in one corner with its glass doors, the evergreen asparagus bushes in the chimney, and there was the stand with the Bible and almanac on it in another corner. There, too, was Aunt Betsey, who never looked any older, because she always looked as old as she could ; who always dried her catnip and wormwood the last of September, and began to clean house the first of May. In short, this was the land of con- tinuance. Old Time never took it into his head to practice either addition, or subtraction, or mul- tiplication on its sum total. UNCLE TOM S CABIN. Conscience Nowhere is Conscience so dominant and England ull-absorbing as with New England women. women. It is the granite formation which lies deepest, and rises out even to the tops of the highest mountains. DEED. SeUing *' But these Yankees turn everything to their disad- . tp > n i i • j vantages, account. It a man s tield is covered with rock, he '11 find some way to sell it. 184 FLOWERS AND FRUIT. and make money out of it ; and if tliey freeze up all winter, they sell the ice, and make money out of that. They just live by selling their dis- advantages ! " POGANUC PEOPLE. Yankee Zeph was a creature born to oppose, as ^" ' much as white bears are made to walk on ice. And how, we ask, would New England's rocky soil and icy hills have been made mines of wealth unless there had been human beings born to oppose, delighting to combat and wrestle, and with an unconquerable power of will ? Zeph had taken a thirteen acre lot, so rocky that a sheep could scarce find a nibble there, had dug out and blasted and carted the rocks, wrought them into a circumambient fence, — ploughed and planted and raised crop after crop of good rye thereon. He did it with heat, with zeal, with dogged determination ; he did it all the more because neighbors said he was a fool for trying, and that he could never raise any- thing on that lot. There was a stern joy in this hand-to-hand fight with Nature. He got his bread as Samson did his honeycomb out of the aarcass of the slain lion. " Out of the eater came forth meat, and out of the strong came forth sweetness." Even the sharp March wind did not annoy him. It was a controversial wind, and that suited him ; it was fighting him all the NEW ENGLAND LIFE. 185 way, and he enjoyed beating it. Such a human being has his place in the Creator's scheme. Religious They greatly mistake the New England rn^t.^^ rehgious development who suppose that it was a mere culture of the head in dry, metaphysical doctrines. As in the rifts of the granite rocks grow flowers of wonderful beauty and delicacy, so in the secret recesses of Puritan life, by the fireside of the farmhouse, in the contemplative silence of austere care and labor, grew up religious experiences that brought a heavenly brightness down into the poverty of commonplace existence. Family The custom of family worship was one wors ^p. ^£ ^YiQ most rigid inculcations of the Puritan order of society, and came down from parent to child with the big family Bible, where the births, deaths, and marriages of the house- hold stood recorded. In Zeph's case, the custom seemed to be merely an inherited tradition, which had dwin- dled into a habit purely mechanical. Yet, who shall say? Of a rugged race, educated in hardness, wring- ing his substance out of the very teeth and claws of reluctant nature, on a rocky and barren soil, and under a harsh, forbidding sky, who but the All-seeing could judge him ? In that hard soul, there may have been, thus uncouthly expressed, a loyalty to Something Higher, however dimly 186 FLOWERS AND FRUIT. perceived. It was acknowledging that even he had his master. One thing is certain, the cus- tom of family prayers, such as it was, was a great comfort to the meek saint by his side, to whom any form of prayer, any pause from earthly care, and looking up to a Heavenly Power, was a blessed rest. In that daily toil, often beyond her strength, when she never received a word of sympathy or praise, it was a comfort all day to her to have had a chapter in the Bible and a prayer in the morning. Even though the chapter were one that she could not by any possibility un- derstand a word of, yet it put her in mind of things in that same dear book that she did understand, — things that gave her strength to live and hope to die by, — and it was enough ! Her faith in the Invisible Friend was so strong that she needed but to touch the hem of His garment. Even a table of genealogies out of His book was a sacred charm, an amulet of peace. TheMtch- The fire that illuminated the great p?ace. kitchen of the farmhouse was a splen- did sight to behold. It is, alas, with us, only a vision and memory of the past ; for who, in our days, can afford to keep up the great fireplace, where the backlogs were cut from the giants of the forest, and the forestick was as much as a modern man could lift ? And then the glowing fire-palace built thereon ! That architectural pile of split and seasoned wood, over which the flames leaped and danced and NEW ENGLAND LIFE. 187 crackled like rejoicing genii — what a glory it was I The hearty, bright, warm hearth, in those days, stood instead of fine furniture and hand- some pictures. The plainest room becomes beau- tiful and attractive by firelight, and when men think of a country and home to be fought for and defended, they think of the fireside. The cur- Though not exactly backed by the arbi- trary power which enforced the cele- brated curfew, yet the nine o'clock bell was one of the authoritative institutions of New England ; and, at its sound, all obediently set their faces homeward, to rake up housefires, put out can- dles, and say their prayers before going to rest. MY WIFE AND I. Faculty. What Yankee matrons are pleased to denominate faculty, which is, being interpreted, a genius for home life. CHAPTER IX. MISCELLANEOUS. OLDTOWN FOLKS. The com- It takes some hours to get a room panyroom. ^g^^j^ where a family never sits, and which therefore has not in its walls one particle of the genial vitality which comes from the in- dwelling of hmnan beings. The turn When you get into a tight place, and of the tide. , i • • , . .n ., everythmg goes agamst you, till it seems as if you could not hold on a minute longer, never give up then, for that 's just the place and time that the tide '11 turn. SAM LAWSON S STORIES. Little "Some seem to think the Lord don't °^^' look out only for gret things ; but, ye see, little things is kind o' hinges that gret ones turns on. They say, take care o' pennies, an* dollars '11 take care o' themselves. It's jest so in everything ; and ef the Lord don't look arter little things. He ain't so gret as they say, any way." MISCELLANEOUS. 189 LITTLE FOXES. Sincerity Truth before all things ; sincerity before tesy.*'°*"" all things ; pure, clean, diamond-bright sincerity is of more value than the gold of Ophir ; the foundation of aU love must rest here. How those people do who live in the nearest and dearest intimacy with friends who, they believe, will lie to them for any purpose, even the most refined and delicate, is a mystery to me. If I once know that my wife or my friend will tell me only what they think will be agreeable to me, then I am at once lost, my way is a pathless quicksand. But all this being pre- mised, I still say that we Anglo-Saxons might improve our domestic life, if we would graft upon the strong stock of its homely sincerity the courteous grace of the French character. Flattery. Flattery is insincere praise, given from interested motives, not the sincere utterance to a friend of what we deem good and lovely in him. HOUSE AND HOME PAPERS. Household In fact, nobody wanted to stay in our parlor now. It was a cold, correct, ac- complished fact ; the household fairies had left it, — and when the fairies leave a room, nobody ever feels at home in it. No pictures, curtains. 190 FLOWERS AND FRUIT. no wealth of mirrors, no elegance of lounges, can in the least make up for their absence. They are a capricious little set ; there are rooms where they will not stay, and rooms where they will, but no one can ever have a good time without them. SUNNY MEMORIES OF FOREIGN LANDS. Cathe- Cathedrals do not seem to me to have been built. They seem, rather, stupen- dous growths of nature, like crystals, or cliffs of basalt. French Conversation of French circles seems to tion. me like gambols of a thistledown, or the rainbow changes in soap-bubbles. One laughs with tears in one's eyes. One moment confounded with the absolute childhood of the simplicity, in the next one is a little afraid of the keen edge of the shrewdness. TheGer- These Germans seem an odd race, a mans. mixture of clay and spirit — what with their beer-drinking and smoking, and their slow, stolid ways, you would think them perfectly earthy ; but ethereal fire is all the while work- ing in them, and bursting out in most unexpected little jets of poetry and sentiment, like blossoms on a cactus. MISCELLANEOUS. 191 MY WIFE AND I. Physiogno- Houses have their physiognomy as much hJmae.* as persons. There are commonplace houses, suggestive houses, attractive houses, mysterious houses, and fascinating houses, just as there are all these classes of persons. There are houses whose windows seem to yawn idly — to stare vacantly ; there are houses whose windows glower weirdly, and glance at you askance ; there are houses, again, whose very doors and windows seem wide open with frank cordiality, which seem to stretch their arms to embrace you, and woo you kindly to come and possess them. ... Is not this a species of high art, by which a house, in itself cold and barren, becomes in every part warm and inviting, glowing with suggestion, alive with human tastes and personalities ? Wall- paper, paint, furniture, pictures, in the hands of the home artist, are like the tubes of paint, out of which arises, as by inspiration, a picture. It is the woman who combines them into the won- derful creation which we call a home. When I came home from my office, night after night, and was led in triumph by Eva to view the result of her achievements, I confess I began to remember, with approbation, the old Greek mythology, and no longer to wonder that divine honors had been paid to household goddesses. 192 FLOWERS AND FRUIT. LETTERS. Heaven. You do like to do good, and live a life worth living, and when you get to heaven you will always want to do exactly the thing by which you can best please the dear Lord. The fashions there in Heaven are set by Him who made himself of no reputation, and came and spent years among poor, ignorant, stupid, wicked people, that He might bring them up to himself, — and I dare say the saints are burning with zeal to be sent on such messages to our world, I don't think they " sit on every heavenly hill," paying compliments to each other, but they are flying hither and thither on messages of mercy to the dark, the desolate, the sorrowful. That 's the way you '11 be when you get there, and spite of all you say about yourself, you '11 get to liking that sort of work more and more here. Hjsown I shall be glad when he is in a house of his own, — a man is n't half a man till he is. FINIS. INDEX OF BOOKS. The MmisTER's Wooing, 1, 55, 84, 105, 118, 134, 158, 171. Oldtown Folks, 13, 58, 89, 105, 119, 135, 159, 175, 188. Sam Lawson's Stories, 60, 119, 188. Pearl of Orr's Island, 19, 60, 91, 108, 119, 161, 178. Little Foxes, 21, 62, 93, 121, 189. House and Home Papers, 24, 65, 95, 122, 161, 189. The Chimney Corner, 25, 66, 96, 110, 123, 136. The Mayflower, 26, 67, 97, 110, 124, 136, 181. Pink and White Tyranny, 29, 69, 100, 112, 125, 163. Betty's Bright Idea, 32, 112. Deacon Pitkin's Farm, 32, 70, 100. Agnes of Sorhbnto, 33, 71, 101, 113, 126, 139, 163. Uncle Tom's Cabin, 38, 72, 102, 113, 126, 141, 183. Dred, 41, 73, 127, 141, 164, 183. Palmetto Leaves, 18, 103, 143. Sunny Memories of Foreign Lands, 45, 75, 114, 144, 165, 190. PoGANUc People, 47, 76, 103, 114, 151, 168, 184. Little Pussy WniLOW, 48, 76, 114, 128, 154, 169. A Dog's Mission, 49, 78, 115, 128. Queer Little People, 77, 155. My Wife and 1, 49, 78, 103, 116, 130, 155, 169, 187, 191. We and our Neighbors, 51, 80, 104, 132, 169. Religious Poems, 52, 156. Letters, 192. INDEX OF TITLES. A boy's growth, 57. A busy-body, 77. A cascade, 148. Acceptable advice, 71. A child-like nature, 61. A child's crosses, 116. A child's defense, 113. A child's longing for sympathy, 110. A child's love, 110. A child's philosophy, 107. A child's power, 111. A child's questions, 108. A common mode of reasoningi 67. AflSnity of opposites, 26. Agony of uncertainty, 7. Agony in the voice, 36. A good picture, 103. A help-meet, 95. A lesson in faith, 19. " AU for the best," 33. 194 INDEX. Alpine air, 150. Altruism, 51. Altruistic faith, 21. Amusements, 17. A mutual education, 1 19. A natural education, 120. A New England woman, 70. Animal spirits, 76. Animation, 113. A perfect character, 97. Appreciating individuality, 132. A ship-building community, 178. A Southern thunder-shower, 141. Aspiration, 32. A sympathetic God, 36. A true home, 95. A typical New England village, 181. Autumn, 153. A well-developed man, 123. A woman's view, 90. Baby's dreams, 112. Baiting the boy, 120. Beautiful old age, 102. Beauty in nature, 144. Bird-talk, 153. Blessedness vs. happiness, 3. " Blessings brighten as they take their flight," 73. " Bobservation," 126. Books, 169. Books of meditation, 169. Broken idols, 78. Candace's theology, 8. Capacity of feeling, 27. Careful observation, 65. Care inevitable to human nature, 67. Cathedrals, 190. Character, 103. Characters worth exploring, 79. Chateaux en Espagne, 66. Child faith, 114. Child instinct, 105. Childish antipathies, 106. Child's buoyancy, 109. Child's intensity, 105. Child's mission, 113. Child's reasoning, 110. Clairvoyance, 31. Clear-cut thought, 175. Cloud landscapes, 147. Coincidence, 37. Color-blending, 150. Congeniality of opposites, 42. Connection with the spirit-world, 44. Conscience in New England wo- men, 183. Control of the thoughts, 9. Convenient duties, 68. Conversation, 25. Coiirage, 133. Courage in the truth, 3. " Cuteness," 67. Danger in apparent safety, 68. Dangers of vanity, 125. Death in life, 8. Defective education, 118. Depression after exaltation, 56. Developing power of love, 11. Different temperaments, 108. Difficulty of confession, 76. Difficulty of criticism, 165. Difficulty of inspiring others, 34. Difficulty of self-knowledge, 62. Discipline, 12, 19. Discipline of patience, 49. Doing our own work, 133. Doubt, 50. Dreams, 35. Dual nature, 71. Duty vs. expediency, 57. Early New England society, 180. Earnestness of the New England people, 171. Educating boys for husbands, 131. Education of man and woman, 119. Effect of harshness, 73. Effect of sinning, 60. Eimobling power of sorrow, 50. Exaction, 102. Expression of love, 21. Expressive silence, 58. Faculty, 173, 187. Faith, not sight, 14. Family worship, 185. Fate, 110. Fine natures perverted, 75. First false step, 77. First principles of home-making, 24. First steps, 74. Fitful persons, 20. Flattery, 189. Flaws in gems, 81. Flowers, 145. INDEX. 195 Forcing a daughter, 101. Forgiveness of friends, 51. French conversation, 190. French nature, 56. Friends, 50. Friendly gossip, 80. From different standpoints, 75. Garrets, 174. Gems, 136. Genial and ungenial natures, 69. Getting used to the world, 106. Girls' confidences, 93. God as an artist, 46. God's comfort, 53. God's cordials, 14. God's sympathj', 27. God's tests, 5. God working through man, 52. Good and evil inseparable, 74. Good wherever we seek it, 34. Gossip, 83. Grace in affliction, 45. Greek, 161. (growing alike, 70. Growth from within, 16. Habit, 118. Heart-wisdom vs. worldly wis- dom, 27. Heaven, 192. Heavenly chUdren, 116. Hebrew literature, 159. Heimweh, 19, 47. Help in sorrow, 26. Help from work, 51. Heredity, 79. His own house, 192. Hobbies, 115. Holiness of age, 15. Holiness of infancy, 108. Hohness of woman, 84. Home education, 122. Honoring mother, 127. Household fairies, 189. Human error, 118. Human nettles, 81. Hymns, 163, 170. Idealizing our work, 130. Idealizing power of love, 13. Idle talk, 88. Ignorant selfishness, 55. Immutability of nature's laws, 132. Impossibility of evading trouble, 82. IndividuaUty, 38, 90, 121. Individuality in children, 107. Inexplicable preferences, 42. Influence, 27. Influence of the invisible, 4. Influence of a mother's prayer, 29. Influence of heredity and asso- ciations, 59. Influence of surroundings, 155. Influence of the Bible, 160. Inner life, 52. Innocence, 37. Inspiration, 38. Intemperance, 124. Intuition, 100. Inward peace, 45. " I told you so," 82. Joy in endurance, 44. Joy of living, 57. " Keep straight on," 119. Lack of religious instruction, 131. Language of the Bible, 167. Latent caloric, 22. Laws of prayer, 4. Learning to love, 25. Letters, 163. Letting go, 119. Life, 60. Life an engrossing interest, 176. Life as a play, 60. Life renewed, 18. Limitation, 20. Limit of responsibility, 130. Lme between right and wrong, 50. Little things, 188. Living together, 28. Longing for love in the unlovely, 47. Looking through blue glasses, 66. Lost confidence, 75. Lost innocence irrecoverable, 35. Love a sacrament, 5. Love a test, 21. Love of a bargain, 65. Love of solitude, 109. Making people like us, 67. Making the best of it, 59, 121. Man's childish impatience, 49. Marks of genius, 77. Maternal element in woman s love, 93. 196 INDEX. Meditations of the oak, 136. Memory, 9. Ministering spirits, 28. Minor modulations, 9. Mischief, 108. Miss Prissy's motto, 3. Modern saints, 94. Moral atmosphere, 39. Moral courage, 131. Moral earnestness, 13. Moral inheritance, 15. Morbid feelings, 64. Moss, 144. Mother-love for a son, 86. Mother pride, 112. Mother's inconsiderateness, 87. Mother's intuition, 88. Mother's work, 89. Mountain air, 146. Mountain brooks, 149. Music the language of Italy, 164. Naivete, 34. Natural and moral elevation, 139. Natural religious sensibility, 40. Nature's anguish, 150. Nature's lesson on love, 142. Need of home attractions, 122. Neighbors' influence, 91. Nervous sensibility, 37. New England nobility, 177. New England spring, 151. New England theology, 171. New England the parent of the West, 175. New England winter, 154. Night resolutions, 43. October in New England, 135. Opinionated people, 76. Orderliness, 104. Our Charley, 115. Our thoughts in others' words, 169. Patient waiting, 126. Peace through suffering, 52. Perfect faith, 10. Perfection in little things, 123. Persistence, 72. Persistency, 81. Personal magnetism, 12, 59. Personality, 80. Phases of nature, 148. Physical good-humor, 60. Physiognomy of a house, 191. Pines, 151. Poetry and prose, 116. Power of a tone, 59. Power of an honest character, 71. Power of beauty, 70. Power of inward emotion, 168. Power of mind over body, 38. Power of real love, 85. Power of song, 43. Power of sympathy, 33. Practical and ideal, 41. Praise and blame, 52. Privileged truth-tellers, 68. Proof of heaven, 43. Prophecy and revelation, 164. Pure joy, 108. Puritan music, 168. Quiet children, 107. Reaction of harshness, 49. Reading only for amusement, 161. Real conversation, 104. Real love, 62. Real music, 167. Recreation, 121. Regret, 23. Relation of age to youth, 72. Religious development, 185. Religious instruction at home, 124. Rembrandt and Hawthorne, 166. Repression, 5, 17, 87, 117, 179. Reproach, 51. Reserve, 91. Reserve not understood, 62. Restrictions of the body on the soul, 2. Responsibility, 11. Reverence the basis of faith, 88. Righteousness through repent- ance, 82. Right side of human nature, 81. Romance, 158. Rough exterior, 176. Rubens and Shakespeare, 166. Sacred music, 162. Saintliness, 25. Scepticism, 60. 'Senses, 73. Seeing and feeling, 47. Seeing the bright side, 48. Self-deception, 1, 68. Self-forgetfulness, 40. Self-ignorance, 31. Selfish love, 58. Selfishness, 100. INDEX. 197 Self-sacrifice, 39. Sellii^ their disadvantages, 183. Sensitive natures, 110. Sensitiveness to blame, 55. Shadow, 46. Shyness of love, 64. Silence of deep emotion, 37. Silent companionship, 15. Silent influence, 127. Simple honesty vs. worldliness, 56. Simplicity, 114. Sincerity and courtesy, 189. Sorrow an educator, 38. Sorrow a preparation for love, 34. Soul-absorption, 2. Soul-communion, 1. Soul-growth, 12. Soul-language, 78. Soul-relation, 18. Soul-striving, 46. Speaking as a friend, 73. Starting right, 128. Starved faculties, 130. Streaked men, 74. Strength of despair, 39. Struggling for higher things, 14. Sublimity in nature, 148. Suffering in silence, 44. Summer rain, 155. Summer studies, 156. Simshine of the heart, 35. Superiority, 27. Superstition, 40. Suppression, 101. Sweetness, 92. Sympathy, 1, 18, 27, 31, 33. Sympathy through sorrow, 7. Tact, 93. Taught by suffering, 29. Teachings of suffering, 25. The artist as prophet, 165. The artist's mission, 163. The art of home-making, 96. The Bible, 161. The brook in winter, 137. The calm of God's love, 53. The child as teacher, 112. The company room, 188. The curfew, 187. The divine ideal, 10. The do-nothing, 176. The education of the parent, 122, The effect of Christianity, 167. The farmhouse, 182. The Germans, 190. The human soul, 41. The ideal and the practical, 9. The kitchen, 171. The kitchen fireplace, 186. The lesson of faith, 32. The morning star, l41. The mother in every woman, 89. The mysterious in nature, 146. The negro love of beauty, 72. The New England wife-mother, 100. The object of life, 30. The odd one, 105. The oleander, 143. The reserve power of quietness, 91. The right side and the wrong, 144. The right way to study, 128. The Sabbath, 179, The sea, 134. The spirit within, 53. The strongest passions, 35. The study of anew language, 161. The summit of Vesuvius, 140. The siuirise, 135. The turning-point in life, 128. The turn of the tide, 188. The universal book, 164. The world's injustice, 57. Throwing away happiness, 64. Too much heart, 68. Transient uplifting, 36. Transition periods, 43. Trees in winter, 138. True beauty, 101. True courage, 91. True heroism, 39. True greatness, 130. Trust, 33. Truth told by an enemy, 132. "Turn about," 103. Two kinds of frankness, 69. Unacknowledged motives, 32. Unconscious heart-thrusts, 5. Undercurrent, 10. Unintended hurts, 61. Unity in conflict, 16. Unity in prayer, 7. Unperverted taste, 114. Unseen dangers, 109, Unsuspected danger, 79. Unsuspected influence, 11. Use of a chatterbox, 74. Using knowledge, 89. 198 INDEX, Value of ready expression, 75. Value of truth, 133. "Want of sympathy in nature, 134. ■Warning for mothers, 65. What girls should be taught, 125. "What shall we do with Char- ley ? " 128. Will-power, 57. Winged and walking spirits, 6. Winter clouds, 139. Winter, North and South, 143. Wit, 75. . ^^^ Woman and Christiamty, 101. Woman as a gospel, 84. Woman ennobled by man's love, 85. Woman feels ; man reasons, 4. Woman's instinctive silence, 87. Woman's life within, 92. Woman's mission, 104. Woman's moral influence, 99. Woman's nature, 89. Woman's spiritual power, 103. Woman's veneration, 86. World conflicts, 37. Yankee grit, 184. TEXT AND VERSE FOR EVERY DAY IN THE YEAR. 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