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CLAUDIA BODDIE MONEY 
 
Prose and Verse 
 
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 Claudia Boddie Money 
 
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PREFACE. 
 
 To worthily and adequately characterize my 
 Mother is beyond my power, for I am but the 
 decimal that is a point between the fractions of 
 her greatness. How can her mind, her heart, her 
 soul, be comprehended by my part of her? 
 Nature endowed her richly with all her favoritism 
 could give; an expression of exceeding tenderness, 
 a fascinating charm and grace of form, a lithe and 
 graceful motion full of energetic power. Her 
 laugh came freely from the heart, from her sym- 
 pathy she freely gave you of her tears; and while 
 she had great power of wit, she oftener employed 
 the gentler humor. Her heart was like the bosom 
 of a lake upon which played the shadow and the 
 sun. Her keenest sorrow was another's pain; she 
 suffered sorely from her borrowed grief s— her own 
 endured with woman's fortitude. She gave of her 
 love as the ocean gives up to the sun for plenteous 
 rain, the which descending, it returned to her. Her 
 husband was her hero, and her ardent lover all her 
 days. Her sprightliness of mind drew quick response 
 from his fine spontaneity. She had an imagery which 
 found expression in infinite variety — luxuriant ideals 
 to which she gave expression quick and strong in 
 
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 verse and prose. A few of these, the only complete 
 productions, are found in this memorial volume 
 which I preface with this simple tribute of my love. 
 It was her wish that they should be preserved, not 
 to evince her talent, but to be distributed among her 
 children and their children for Remembrance sake. 
 My mother read with perspicuity; no literary 
 field was unknown to her. Self-improvement was 
 her passion, and throughout my Father's life-work, 
 covering more than two full score years, his 
 avaricious mind has often found its food in what 
 she knew : — a thought, a fancy, a fact or argu- 
 ment, reminding when mayhap he had forgotten, 
 her muse was quick, whenever his muse, perhaps, 
 was slow. She took an interest in politics for him 
 and was a student of the science of government. 
 There was no thought of self in this; she was no 
 woman suffragist ; she was content to be his aid and 
 gentle secretary of his toil. My mother was by 
 nature and cultivation pre-eminent in music. Her 
 voice was of the dearest tenderness that ever quiv- 
 ered air with sweet vibration! I hear it among the 
 gay young voices that she led in choir and concert 
 long ago; I hear her inspirational touch upon the 
 organ of her church. And from her passionate love 
 of all the beautiful in all the world, which had for 
 her a vastly more than visible meaning; and from 
 her bright fancy and love of the ideal, whereby she 
 
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 caught Things Passing in the Air, she fashioned her 
 melodies, improvising with wonderful facility and 
 interpreting every emotion. She was familiar with 
 the music of the old Masters, and how often have 
 I heard her sing the old songs of the heart : "I love 
 you, 'tis the simplest way the thing I feel to tell!" 
 or "Come rest in this bosom, my own stricken deer/' 
 my father sitting by, an enraptured listener! And 
 if the words of some song were forgotten, he in- 
 stantly supplied them and the song went on! 
 
 She was a poet, a musician and a botanist and 
 never surrendered her passion for flowers, music 
 and literature, but her dominant love was of home. 
 She possessed so high a sense of duty and responsi- 
 bility that her life was kept over-flowing with per- 
 formance. She employed these talents not only for 
 her pleasure, but with the sweet and furtive design 
 of holding all together in the home. She was 
 wonderfully energetic and in a thousand ways 
 busied herself in doing the practical things around 
 the home; that constant care and tender watch- 
 fulness over comfort and pleasure; that partici- 
 pation in the pleasures, hopes and aspirations of 
 her children, her sympathy for their failures and 
 praise for their accomplishments; her plain, helpful 
 talks with them, her welcome to their friends at 
 all times; the freedom of the house, the hospitality 
 — all proved the wisdom of her plan and the influ- 
 
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 ence she exerted upon her family. They never 
 sought the pleasures beyond the home, because here 
 were greater pleasures. There were no prohibi- 
 tions in our home and no one was afraid; no sur- 
 veillance and no lack of trust; there was no need 
 of evasion or of coward furtiveness; there was no 
 fear except the Father's disapproval and distress 
 of the dear Mother-God. 
 
 These were the law, and those of Medes and 
 Persians were not better obeyed. 
 
 My Mother had a high moral, mental and physi- 
 cal courage, abhorred meanness of spirit or act, 
 cant and hypocrisy, which were all so opposite to 
 her great nobleness. She was a member of the 
 Christian church, her religious convictions served 
 to repose her soul, not to dispute nor to confute. 
 She was strong in the essentials of the faith, and 
 her belief flowered in multifarious charities. She 
 took an active interest in the United States Life 
 Saving Service. She sought and succored the poor 
 and afflicted wherever she lived ; she had a hand for 
 their needs, an ear for their griefs and a balm for 
 their wounds. She nursed my father throughout 
 his life with all the loyalty and self-denial and 
 tender love of woman. 
 
 Oh, what love was there, what fortitude! Oh, 
 what great heart, Thou Beatitude! 
 
 She denied herself that she might give to others; 
 
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 she had the great heart of the Seeker for affirmative 
 good and not a mere will for perfunctoriness of 
 duty. She was never Custom's slave, but acted 
 wholly from the heart; she was not cast from the 
 customary mold, but was distinctly sui generis. 
 
 And thus to the end. 
 
 Thank God, she left no shadow behind and never 
 stood between the sun and other human being; she 
 never blotted any page ; never stifled any hope ; never 
 bruised another soul; never offered temptations; 
 never wavered any steps; never failed of succor, 
 nor of comfort, nor of friendly grief, nor of gen- 
 erous praise, nor of appreciation, nor of inspiration. 
 
 And for this matchless mother I would say : 
 
 Woman is the nest of the world and we are the brood; 
 
 There is no care-taker like her mother-hood. 
 
 I borrow from Poe, the gentle simile, 
 
 That God is ubiquitous through her divinity 
 
 Whatever of good man has fashioned into law 
 
 Her teaching and her presence influenced him to draw. 
 
 Whatever of evil man stubbornly wrought, 
 
 It was contrary to every principle she taught: — 
 
 Against her nature, her entreaty, hopes and prayers, 
 
 With a ruthless disregard of expostulating tears. 
 
 Where his own will prevailed, it was might over right, 
 
 As he shut his eyes to her, it was dark over light. 
 
 When he persisted with face to the sod, 
 
 She reached out her hand to him, face turned to God. 
 
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 I reject that of Genesis which makes her the cause 
 
 Of God's disinheritance; this very clause 
 
 In God's will is precedent to bequest 
 
 Of procreation, life, labor, love, doubly-blessed! 
 
 There is not a Christ-principle but that she 
 
 Reflects it — has always and will eternally! 
 
 If there were one of God's laws I would dare to scan, 
 
 I would exempt Mothers from whatever plan 
 
 There is or may be for possible damnation, 
 
 And grant unto them universal salvation. 
 
 George Peirson Money. 
 
 io 
 
Impressions of Hawaii nei, 
 
 OR THE 
 
 United Kingdom of Hawaii 
 
 'Hawaii nei — of many one thou art, 
 
 Each scattered fragment an essential part. 
 
 No jewelled setting is more fair than thee, 
 O em'rald cluster in a beryl sea! 
 
 Thy life is music — Fate, the notes prolong! 
 Each isle a stanza and the whole a song." 
 
 — Geo. H. Stewart. 
 
 UNDER the administration of the Earl of 
 Sandwich, geography was enriched with 
 many valuable and splendid discoveries; 
 and none was more important than this most north- 
 erly and interesting Polynesian group called in his 
 honor, the "Sandwich Islands." Their position in 
 regard to the United States, makes them, at present 
 — 1876 — of peculiar and notable interest. 
 
 Only eight of these eleven islands are inhabited; 
 and they cover an area of nearly six thousand seven 
 
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 hundred and forty square miles. Hawaii, the east- 
 ernmost and largest, is about two hundred and 
 fifty-five geographical miles in circumference. 
 
 On the northeast the coast is flat and low and the 
 acclivity of the inland parts very gradual. These 
 are covered with the bread-fruit tree, noble palms 
 of many varieties, great tree-ferns, sugar and 
 banana plantations, rice fields and kalo patches; 
 while the seashore is fringed with the slender, fruit- 
 ful cocoa-palm, that unfailing symbol of the tropics. 
 
 On doubling the eastern part of the island, we 
 find Mauna-Loa, on the side of which is situated 
 the dreadful volcano of Kilauea. The solitude and 
 desolation are awful. The ground is covered with 
 cinders, and great black tracks of hardened lava 
 mark the course it took not many years ago towards 
 Hilo — a burning, bright and irresistible flood of fire, 
 which burst from its huge crater and devastated 
 everything in its path. Above this beautiful city 
 of Hilo, with its lovely homes, blooming gardens 
 and fertile fields, stands this fearful volcano, ever 
 threatening that horrible possible fate which may 
 overtake her in some future eruption. 
 
 The southern promontory looks very much of 
 the same volcanic character; the projecting headland 
 being composed of broken and craggy rocks piled 
 irregularly upon one another and terminating in 
 sharp points. Oahu, whose capital is Honolulu, is 
 
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 not very fertile. Much of it is rocky and unfit for 
 cultivation. Maui is very productive, and here are 
 the most magnificent sugar plantations in the world. 
 The yield of sugar on this island and Hawaii is 
 
 enormous. . 
 
 I saw ordinary stalks of cane fourteen inches in 
 circumference, from twelve to fourteen feet long 
 and weighing sixteen pounds. There is neces- 
 sarily a limited area of cultivable land, and 
 much of that is given to Kalo, rice, bananas, 
 and other small crops. There are found here the 
 most attractive and useful trees of the tropics. 
 The bread-fruit tree bears plentifully; the shin- 
 ing-leaved tamarind bends beneath the weight 
 of its brown pods, and oranges and other tropi- 
 cal fruits fill the air with delicious fragrance. 
 Ferns are especially abundant and various here. 
 Amid mosses, on the banks of cool, shaded rivulets, 
 in the clefts on the mountain side, on its bold face 
 everywhere, like the grasses and flowers of our own 
 natural growth, their soft, lovely, luxuriant masses 
 hide the desolation of the rocks. On the grand and 
 gloomy extinct volcano "Haleakala" or "Sun- 
 House" grows luxuriantly the aspodium Halea- 
 Kalenee, and it has its home nowhere else in the 
 world. On this island one hundred and fifty ferns 
 
 are native. 
 
 The Acona district is noted for the wonderful 
 
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 salubrity of the air. It is so dry, no decomposition 
 is possible, and consumptives find unfailing relief 
 in its delicious atmosphere. On Molokai, lepers 
 are confined; it is inaccessible except one passage 
 opening on the sea which is strictly guarded. The 
 inhabitants of these islands are closely watched, and 
 the first visible sign of the dread disease consigns 
 the victim to this prison whence none escape. These 
 unfortunates have all possible bodily and spiritual 
 comfort and are more tenderly cared for than the 
 afflicted poor of our own country. Lanai, in the 
 hands of the Mormons, is an extremely prosperous 
 settlement, and they represent one-sixth of the 
 population of the whole group. 
 
 The islands are universally volcanic ; and on none 
 of them is true granite, real porphyry, or primitive 
 christous found. No coal, precious metals or gems 
 have ever been discovered, and the calcareous sub- 
 stances are a deposit of shells and corals from the 
 bosom of a deep sea. 
 
 The physical beauties of the Hawaiian Islands 
 cannot be exaggerated; this land where "eternal 
 Summer reigns" and which, in the words of her elo- 
 quent poet, King Kamehameha, "rests like a water- 
 lily on the swelling bosom of the Pacific.' , So 
 beautiful indeed are the natural features and so 
 delightful the climate, it is almost impossible to 
 restrain the expression of the poetic fervor they 
 
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 inspire. The variation in temperature at all sea- 
 sons is only twenty degrees, from seventy to eighty 
 degrees Fahrenheit, and the difference in the heat 
 of day and the coolness of night is ten degrees. 
 There are no sudden weather changes, no great 
 storms, and such as occur are of short duration. 
 
 Four-fifths of the business interests of the Islands 
 are in the hands of Americans. The Minister to 
 Washington has always been of American lineage, 
 if not born on American soil. 
 
 Many important Government positions are held 
 by our people, and it would be folly indeed for the 
 United States to lose her hold upon them, for many 
 reasons. They are of great importance politically 
 and commercially ; and the American influence there 
 has always been regarded by the other foreign ele- 
 ment with some apprehension. They also afford 
 the most convenient place of refreshment for ships, 
 and for a harbor in stress of weather, they are, 
 indeed, an oasis in an ocean desert. The Islands 
 import from the United States nearly everything 
 used in the arts; and agriculture; all domestic ani- 
 mals, all building material, leather, tobacco, and all 
 those food products which she does not raise. We 
 receive sugar and other natural products, and they 
 are all free of duty. 
 
 The aborigines are reputed to have been of mag- 
 nificent stature, athletic, bold and warlike. Tradi- 
 
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 tion tells of giants in times past; and there are 
 occasionally found at present, men and women of 
 enormous proportions. They are generally of 
 medium size, well made, walk gracefully, run nim- 
 bly and are capable of bearing great fatigue. In 
 youth they are of yellowish-brown complexion, and 
 often quite handsome. Their noses are high, but 
 flattened at the base. Their eyes are dark with 
 discolored whites, the hair is black and generally 
 curly; they have a keen sense of the ludicrous, are 
 honest, and never treacherous. In temperament 
 they are courageous yet seem to have imbibed a 
 great deal of that eternal calm which pervades their 
 island home. On the islands they are somewhat 
 lazy; but are rather noted for thrift and industry 
 among the Mormons in Utah, where they some- 
 times emigrate. They have very small hands and 
 feet and perfect symmetry of limb, until they lose 
 their shape from over-flesh and they become very 
 dark and splotched as they lose their youth. They 
 are poetical in nature, for imagery and fancy are 
 peculiar to Eastern nations; and in Hawaii all 
 Nature seems to be ever out on a holiday wrapped 
 in her gayest robes. 
 
 The smiling scenery, every tint of the sky, the 
 odoriferous balm of the flowers, the sombre back- 
 ground of mountain-chains, the deep purple of the 
 tropic ocean, immeasurable, profound rivers, whose 
 
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 crystal clear waters dash down the rocks in limpid 
 cascades, or steal through masses of feathery ferns 
 — the tangled verdure of flower-laden vines, all 
 delight the heart of these children of the South. 
 
 It is commonly believed, that the Sandwich Is- 
 landers were originally Malays. It is not difficult 
 to conceive how, at some time, these uninhabited 
 islands received settlers from the East, who had 
 been driven by contrary winds into ocean currents, 
 which carried them to their shores. They are the 
 same as the natives of New Zealand, Society and 
 Friendly Isles; for in their manners, customs and 
 general resemblance, they are absolutely identical. 
 From what continent they emigrated, and by what 
 steps they have spread through so large a space, 
 those who are curious in disquisitions of this nature 
 may not find it hard to conjecture. They bear 
 strong marks of affinity to some of the Indian tribes 
 that inhabit the Ladrone and Caroline Islands, and 
 the same affinity may be traced among the Baltas 
 and Malays. 
 
 When this separation happened, is not easy to 
 ascertain; but it was not very lately, probably, for 
 they were quite populous when discovered by the 
 whites, although in early times they destroyed most 
 of their female offspring, and the women were not 
 prolific. They have no tradition of their origin, 
 but what is fabulous. The late King, Kalakaua, 
 
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 believed and tried industriously to prove that they 
 were descendants of the lost tribes of Israel. 
 
 The sea about these Islands abounds in fish. The 
 squid, or devil-fish, is a common article of food 
 dried, but generally the more delicate fish are eaten 
 raw. The native animals consist of hogs and dogs. 
 The latter is a peculiarly small and mean looking 
 breed and is used as an article of food highly prized 
 by the Kanakas. This miserable little canine is 
 baked in a rough oven of stones buried under- 
 ground, and is wrapped in the huge leaf of the 
 wild ginger, or Ti plant, which is tough and aroma- 
 tic; so that the little fellow comes out most deli- 
 ciously spiced; and no native would exchange him 
 for the finest dish civilization can concoct. At a 
 native feast given us by the King, he asked to be 
 allowed to help me to some suckling pig cooked in 
 Hawaiian style. I replied : "A foot, if you please, 
 your Majesty." I had tried a bite of the raw fish, 
 and was nearly upset by the champagne I was 
 forced to drink to get rid of the abominable, nause- 
 ous taste; and I was determined not to be betrayed 
 into eating a piece of Hawaiian dog. Like-like, 
 the King's youngest sister, reclined near us, and 
 I was horrified to see her dispose of a quantity of 
 live, squirming shrimps, without a qualm. Their 
 chief food is made from the Aurum esadentum. 
 Raw, it is deadly poisonous. It is prepared in two 
 
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 ways : to make a sort of bread they peel and mash 
 the root and bake it in their rude stone ovens; it 
 is very much like a tasteless mealy sweet potato. 
 This is called Kalo or Taro; but the natives relish 
 above all things Poi, which is the other method of 
 preparing it. The root is baked, the skin peeled off 
 with a sharp shell, and pounded in a flat wooden 
 tray, and is finally put in a calabash and set away 
 to ferment. It soon becomes an acid, pasty mass 
 of a bluish-white color; it is very nutritious and 
 wholesome, and it is amusing to watch a party of 
 the natives squatting around a dish of Poi, dip- 
 ping their fore-fingers successively into it, and with 
 a dexterous twist of the hand carrying it safely to 
 their lips, and smacking them with all the de- 
 light of a gourmet. Their mode of cultivation is 
 unique; and as forty feet square planted in Kalo 
 will support a man for a year, living is not a 
 problem to this lucky people. When the root is 
 pulled up, the top, containing the bud, is returned 
 to the same hole, and water is turned on it to the 
 depth of several inches, and it is kept thoroughly 
 saturated for eleven months and without further 
 attention is ready to cut again. 
 
 The Ohia, a native apple, is lovely to look upon, 
 but is dry and without any flavor whatever. The 
 Ohelo is a sort of whortle-berry, and is dedicated 
 to Pele, the goddess of Kilanea. All fruits indi- 
 
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 genous to tropical, and semi-tropical, and temperate 
 zones reach the highest excellence, except the peach. 
 The cotton plant becomes a tree, with a very long 
 fine staple. The Koa and Kou are the chief woods. 
 The natives formerly made their boats and eating 
 utensils, and other objects for which a hard, close- 
 grained wood was required, of the Koa. When the 
 earliest navigators came to Hawaii, they found 
 large forests of sandal-wood; but it took the elder 
 Astor to discover its great value. He completely 
 denuded the mountains of the fragrant trees, and 
 thereby made an immense addition to his growing 
 fortune. Both men and women wear loose clothing. 
 The latter have only two garments. The outer 
 is nothing more than a mother-hubbard, but in 
 Hawaiian language it is a holokou. It was a com- 
 promise with the missionaries, who declared they 
 must wear something, and this was the result. The 
 lower Hawaiian woman still walks with untram- 
 meled limbs and bare feet; her head covered with 
 a great hat of braided cocoa-palm leaves and 
 adorned always with wreaths of leaves or flowers. 
 They wear festoons or wreaths of the sweet scented 
 maile, or mountain laurel, and roses, wild ginger- 
 blossoms and other odorous flowers. They are 
 called lets and are worn by both sexes. To throw 
 them around the neck of another is to express 
 friendship and kindly feeling. 
 
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 For more than fifty years the light of the Chris- 
 tian faith has been let in upon the waste places in 
 the Southern Pacific. Protestants, Catholics and 
 Mormons have made converts of this whole people. 
 It seems that they have abandoned their native 
 religion; but it will never really die, and many are 
 often found secretly worshiping their old gods. 
 Christianity is too spiritual for such natures. When 
 it was first established in Hawaii these benighted 
 people had no moral laws, there were no family 
 ties; marriage was unknown except among the 
 chiefs, which was instituted for the perpetuation 
 of the reigning family. The offspring of the royal 
 women only could inherit princely honors, for the 
 paternity of the child was too uncertain. Originally 
 a fine race physically, they were spiritually sunk 
 into a moral obliquity that in course of time became 
 so dark as to react upon itself. The first glimmer- 
 ing ray of civilization that penetrated the black 
 clouds of brutal ignorance in which they were sub- 
 merged found many of the natives seeking the 
 fountain-head of this light; and when the mission- 
 aries went among them their idols were already 
 overthrown, their priests, led by their Queen, the 
 most enthusiastic in this unprecedented iconoclastic 
 work. While there are some notable instances of 
 Christian faith among them, as a rule they still 
 have a lingering tenderness for many of their old 
 
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 religious superstitions. They were never cannibals: 
 they buried their female children alive, made away 
 with the old women and burned their prisoners of 
 war on the sacrificial stone, but at no time ate human 
 flesh. They are exceedingly hospitable, and in the 
 South Pacific, where nature has been so prodigal of 
 her good things, the poor grass hut of the aboriginal 
 is a sure haven of rest to any wanderer asking food 
 and shelter. The last morsel of food, the clothing 
 from their bodies is offered the weary guest, and 
 the tired limbs lomilomied (massaged) until all 
 fatigue has disappeared. 
 
 To intercourse with foreigners, Hawaii owes all 
 her misfortunes; her toads, her fleas, her mosqui- 
 toes, and her malaria. 
 
 Here is no trail of the serpent and no deadly 
 beast haunts the forest. Their numbers have been 
 decimated, through measles, small-pox and other 
 horrible diseases, and it is the Caucasian and the 
 Chinaman who have carried these ills into this 
 earthly paradise. This is the inevitable law which 
 no thinking man disallows. It is Civilization's 
 method of wiping out Island races. 
 
 Among the natives are found many of both sexes 
 of great refinement and culture. The masses do 
 not speak English, and their literature is confined 
 to the Bible and hymn book, the only books trans- 
 lated into their own language, which was an un- 
 
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 written one until the American missionaries 
 arranged its alphabet and vocabulary. 
 
 A fine college at Punahou, near Honolulu, sends 
 out every year finished native scholars in literature 
 and all the professions. 
 
 Royalty, at the time of my visit, was not very 
 difficult of approach, and the undeviating etiquette 
 of a real court did not abash me, as it might have 
 after David assumed a crown and established cere- 
 monies in accordance with his newly acquired dig- 
 nity. King Kalakaua was a man of fine presence. 
 In complexion, he was as dark as a mulatto, his 
 eyes were black, with discolored whites, his hair 
 side-whiskers and moustache black and curly. He 
 was tall and large; and a fine linguist, fond of 
 politics, and the author of an interesting and vol- 
 uminous work upon Hawaii. His Queen, Kapiolani, 
 was of pleasing countenance. In her early years 
 she was a very handsome woman, but age has 
 coarsened her features, destroyed her symmetry and 
 blackened her skin. No children were ever born to 
 this couple. 
 
 Liliokalani, the eldest sister of the King, was 
 heir to the throne. The daughter of his youngest 
 sister is the present claimant and is the last of her 
 line. When I was a visitor to the Island, Lilioka- 
 lani was a woman of fine character; handsome, in- 
 tellectual and talented, and greatly beloved by her 
 
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 race, and much respected by all foreigners. Her 
 husband was then living, and was Governor of 
 Pahu and Hawaii. Governor Dominis was a small, 
 wiry Italian-looking man, a descendant of a Boston 
 whaling captain. Kaulani, who is now making an 
 effort to establish her right to the throne, is a very 
 pretty dark girl, educated abroad, and said to be 
 a lovely character. 
 
 David was an elected king, having defeated 
 Emma, the widow of the last of the Kamehameha 
 dynasty, who was fifth in the line. 
 
 The first king of this family was a youthful chief- 
 tain at the time of Cook's first voyage to the Islands, 
 and protected him for a long time from the natives 
 by power of the tabu. He was regarded at first 
 as a resurrected god of the Hawaiians; but his 
 treachery and ill conduct aroused them upon one 
 occasion to such fury they attacked him in his boat, 
 and being pierced with a spear, he gave voice to his 
 agony in groans which satisfied the savages of his 
 humanity, and they summarily dispatched him. 
 This tabu was the great power by which the chiefs 
 and priests governed their people. Any object 
 placed under this ban could not be approached under 
 penalty of death. Meat, and indeed almost every 
 good and pleasant thing, was prohibited to the 
 women, who were little more than slaves. 
 
 The Government is a constitutional monarchy, 
 
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 and the Houses of Lords and Common sit in the 
 same chamber. The population consists of repre- 
 sentatives of every nation and race; but the Ameri- 
 can ascendancy is acknowledged with jealousy by 
 all others. During the reign of Liliokalani she tried 
 to dispense with some of the Yankee influence. We 
 know the success that attended her efforts. The 
 Americans have proved an "old man of the moun- 
 tain'' to her. 
 
 The whites are nearly altogether of the best class. 
 (I except the Portuguese and other white laborers.) 
 They are wealthy, highly educated, cultured, 
 travelled, and inexpressibly charming, and generous 
 hospitality is characteristic of all who dwell in this 
 enchanting land. 
 
 I cannot leave this prolific subject without some 
 meagre account, at least, of the delight of a voyage 
 to Hawaii and a slight description of the Islands, 
 and the pleasure of a sojourn upon their lovely 
 shores. A full history of the people and country 
 would require a volume, and many have been writ- 
 ten by competent and eloquent historians. I began 
 my voyage across the Pacific about the middle of 
 September. Leaving San Francisco we steamed out 
 of the Bay in charge of the pilot, who carried us 
 through the dangers of what is called the "Heads," 
 tumultuous waters just outside San Francisco Bay. 
 For many days at a time we wearied with the 
 
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 monotony of a glassy sea. The blinding ripples 
 of the water from morning until night was abso- 
 lutely distracting with its excess of sparkle. The 
 waves had not force enough to break into foam, the 
 long heaving swell being only sufficient to remind 
 us that we rode on the broad-backed rollers of the 
 pulsing ocean. 
 
 My chief delights were the contemplation of the 
 blue, never ending sea and the pomp of the sun- 
 sets, and the glory of the starry heavens, which 
 were incomparably brighter than I had ever seen 
 before. As I gazed in the slumbrous Summer nights 
 upon the exquisite heavens unfolded in all their 
 grandeur, I fancied it might be an enchanted world, 
 where dreaming idleness might revel; where no 
 tempest-shocks of fortune could rudely disturb, 
 where sorrow could not reach, nor change dispel 
 the charm; and whether from the luminous misty 
 distance fell the light of new stars, whose tender 
 radiance came gleaming over the waters in undula- 
 tions of light, or the moon arose, serene and full- 
 orbed, or hurrying masses of nebulous cloud 
 dimmed for a moment Her lustre, my eyes never 
 feasted upon such loveliness. God's benison of 
 quiet and peace seemed to rest upon the dark blue 
 firmament above, and the azure hollows of the 
 darker waters beneath, and only the rushing 
 steamer, ploughing the waves spoke of life and 
 
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 motion. For twenty-two hundred miles, during 
 eight days and nights, no sail, no friendly glimpse 
 of land broke the unvarying sameness; no change 
 to mark the scene, except the noiseless whirl of sea 
 birds in our wake, or lazy whale, that in the distance 
 sunned his enormous length upon the surface, and 
 all bound in by a horizon whose circumference was 
 marked by a circle of light and color. It was about 
 the hour of sunset when we reached Honolulu, the 
 capital of this group. 
 
 No time could have been more propitious for 
 entering this island paradise. As we approached 
 the city a dazzling scene burst into view. The 
 sky was suffused with golden splendor, and in bold 
 relief, upon the foreground were the masts of 
 twenty ships, the cocoa-palms reared their straight 
 trunks sixty feet, and soft against the sky lifted 
 their tufted heads. Beneath us the blue waters 
 lashed the ship, and fell away baffled and white with 
 angry foam. To the right, the surf rushed in irre- 
 sistible force upon the coral reef that runs out some 
 distance into the sea; and further on, giant rocks, 
 verdure-crowned; and above all, rising in solemn 
 grandeur, desolate, dismantled, gray, from out the 
 water's edge, the extinct volcano, the great "Punch 
 Bowl," dead, its awful fires, its desolating floods of 
 molten lava no longer a threat to "Oahu." Within 
 the memory of man no muttering hum of danger 
 
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 from the black depths of this crater has been heard. 
 A light-house to the left gave evidence that even 
 in this fine Bay of Honolulu danger is not unknown. 
 In front, eager faces greeted us from the wharf, 
 while around the ship swam numerous naked native 
 boys, attracting with peculiar cries the attention of 
 the passengers detained for custom-duties. It is 
 very amusing to watch their wonderful feats in the 
 water, and as the pennies were flung into them they 
 rushed headlong after them, vieing for possession, 
 and were almost instantly back again, the coin be- 
 tween their teeth, with countenances as unperturbed 
 as a porpoise. They sit upright in the water, pad- 
 dling with one hand and eagerly watch the crowd 
 upon the deck. Every native is at home on these 
 liquid ways, which are as dear to them as the coun- 
 try lanes to the peasantry of England. 
 
 It was some time before I could accustom myself 
 to my position, to realize that I was in the 
 middle of the Pacific Ocean, upon an island, the vast 
 upheaval of some submarine volcano, of molten 
 lava, scoria, and ashes, disintegrated and decom- 
 posed by Nature's wonderful agents, sun, rain and 
 wind, until time had passed in cycles over this 
 jagged mass, and smoothed away its ruggedness, 
 and brought fertility from the barrenness, and 
 clothed by degrees the desolation in the beauty of 
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 its evergreen Summer garments ; but forever springs 
 in emerald beauty from the fruitful soil. The trade 
 winds only caress the gorgeous flora into fuller 
 beauty, and the magnificent tropical trees into greater 
 glory. My last thought on going to sleep, was the 
 possible destruction which might await its beauty, 
 from the apparently extinct volcanoes found upon 
 almost every island of the group. 
 
 I was aroused soon after retiring by the sound 
 of music, and it pleased me to fancy that the days 
 of Neptune and his hosts of nymphs and sirens 
 had come back, and from coral-caves and ocean- 
 beds had brought me songs of welcome to their fair 
 realm. The hour, the light of the moon more bril- 
 liant in this latitude than elsewhere, regally glori- 
 fied as She is in the tropics; the soft and billowy 
 pearl-grey mist that floated above, the sweet faint 
 odors of innumerable flowers filling the air, the 
 mountains vague in the distance, upon which the 
 restless waves of the sea along the shore reared 
 in swift passionate movements, the sea an unending 
 plain of glittering silver catching here and there 
 a ray of moon-light, and glancing like stars upon 
 the swell of the billows, the witchery of the whole 
 scene, made an enchantment which thrills me to re- 
 call. This was not the music, however, of the 
 mystical Sea-king, but the King's glee singers were 
 chanting songs of welcome in their own weird 
 
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 tongue, amid the splendors of a tropic night, while 
 the billows rolled upon the coral-paved shore, and 
 moaned a monotone to the clear sweet notes. 
 
 This is a sleepy place; a drowsy tendency to re- 
 main always inactive makes existence sometimes 
 irksome. It does not seem as if the pulse could 
 quicken in this charmed air. There is no restless- 
 ness, no hurrying. The heavens shine down in a 
 fervid glow of light and beauty, while soft airs from 
 the sea make perpetual coolness. 
 
 Oh! the weird charm of those summer days and 
 nights, when, under bowers of close intertwined 
 trees of Paradise, with their red banners of bloom ; 
 and sapontianas, covered with pink and crimson 
 flowery tufts ; and mangoes hanging with heavy yel- 
 low fruit; and the alga roba dropping its black 
 pods upon the emerald sward; the royal orchestra, 
 with silver-toned instruments made melody. How 
 often I have listened to the grand march from 
 "Faust," the deep-rolling chords of the "March 
 Funebre" from Chopin, the tender melting sweet- 
 ness of "II Trovatore," with rapture, and chilled, as 
 the solemn, awful national hymn of the Hawaiians 
 like some chant caught from rumbling volcanos and 
 ocean dirges, calm, slow and majestic, seem to 
 say — 
 
 "Thy days, ah, Hawaii, are numbered. The 
 slender thread that binds the gentle lives of thy 
 
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 children will break ere long. Thy tree-fringed 
 streets of Honolulu, the fernery of thy lovely Mani, 
 the magnificence of the awful grandeur of thy fiery 
 mountain will not know thy presence when another 
 century rolls her years by, freighted with woe to 
 thee!" 
 
 Beautiful Honolulu! with thy perfection in na- 
 ture, thy charming interiors, thy cloudless skies, 
 thy kind hearts and delicious quiet, Honolulu, 
 "round whose green shores the long Pacific rolls," 
 by trade-winds borne across the world-wide waste, 
 surges unceasingly, and where art has combined 
 with nature, too riotous here, to modify it to ex- 
 quisite proportions, of harmonious loveliness! I 
 owe a grudge to the Hawaiian mosquito, but I 
 haven't the heart to recall one flaw in this peer- 
 less "gem of the ocean." 
 
 Six miles from Honolulu are the historic Palis. 
 From this sheer precipice, Kamehameha, first, the 
 Napoleon of the Pacific, drove the King of Mani 
 and his followers. The bleaching bones of these 
 Islanders have lain for centuries at its base, in 
 the valley below, and the beautiful and valuable 
 pulu fern, with its great, soft, feathery fronds and 
 the Brobdingnagian ever-living creepers with mass 
 of leaf and flower hide this Golgotha of Oahu, 
 and it is now, but a memory from out a dim past. 
 
 In the palmy days of the Sandwich Islands, the 
 
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 inhabitants numbered one hundred thousand. To- 
 day, I think there remain hardly forty thousand. 
 The fostering care of civilization does not seem to 
 have agreed with their constitution; but this is only 
 another instance in history which confirms the 
 theory of the sure decadence of the colored races 
 of the earth, when the irresistible Caucasian ad- 
 vances upon them. 
 
 Waikiki is a small sea-side resort, three miles 
 from Honolulu. I signal it out from the many 
 other lovely towns, because it was here I first saw 
 the natives climb the cocoanut trees, walking up 
 them like monkeys; and ate the young nut, full of 
 a soft, sweet, pulpy mass, with a spoon, and it is 
 here that distinctive feature of all Hawaiian sea- 
 side houses, the Lanai, is found in perfection. It 
 is impossible to give an adequate description of this 
 delightful place, but imagine a huge tree-trunk 
 growing about ten feet high, and throwing out 
 innumerable lateral branches, interlacing in regular 
 order, until an impervious bower is formed, with 
 a roof which neither rain nor sun penetrates. The 
 floor is covered with cocoa-mats and furnished with 
 chairs, lounges, stands of books, the machine, and 
 work-table and the dining-table ; for this is the uni- 
 versal living-room of the family. I sat, one evening 
 just outside one of these beautiful places, upon a 
 platform extending out to the water's edge, a de- 
 
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 lightful adjunct to the Lanai. The setting sun 
 shut in a day of peculiar beauty. The closing scene 
 was one of unparalleled grandeur. Along the 
 western horizon a lake of fire burned fiercely while 
 black masses of cloud reared their dark folds 
 against the sky, like sombre mountains wrapped 
 in shadow, whose curved outlines glowed in living 
 flame. The sun's flashing rays lit up the rugged 
 pile. 'Twixt two gloomy peaks of cloud, a fissure 
 opened its cavernous jaws of darkness, and down it 
 poured a glowing sea of fire and irradiated its 
 sides with glory; even as I looked, the rosy smile 
 of daylight faded ; but, the sun from below the hori- 
 zon lit up the heavens and flushed the sky with rose, 
 with violet, with yellow, and with all the opaline 
 tints, which lay like great fields of mother-of-pearl 
 over all the western sky. 
 
 "For all the vision dies, as t'were away, 
 And still the sense of rest that sprang from it, 
 Dwells in my heart." 
 
 Then arose the moon, and while we sat silent 
 watching the scene, or talking in low tones of many 
 things, hour by hour, She ascended, higher and 
 higher, until in the glorious bending arch of the 
 night She hung like a silver shield, and sent a wide- 
 spread, gleaming track far across the broad ex- 
 
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 panse of the quiet ocean. The waves seemed to 
 creep upon the shelly beach as if the power of ener- 
 getic motion were withheld by some magic enchant- 
 ment and in dreamy effort slipped up the sand in 
 obedience only to habit. 
 
 To Mrs. Dominis (Liliokalani) I was indebted 
 for a sight of the hula-hula, a fantastic, silly and 
 lascivious dance, and to the King for a native feast, 
 where we sat on our feet, or half reclined on cocoa- 
 mat pillows. The same day I went out to see the 
 surf-swimmers; the surf which broke on this part 
 of the coast extended about one hundred and fifty 
 yards from shore, within which space, surged the 
 sea, and dashed against the coral reefs with great 
 violence. In stormy weather these swimmers en- 
 joy it most, twenty or more natives rush into the 
 water, carrying narrow boards rounded at the ends. 
 They plunge under the first wave, suffer it to roll 
 over them, rise beyond it and swim out to sea; 
 this is repeated under the second wave, but it must 
 be done with great dexterity or they will be thrown 
 upon the coral reef and killed. They then swim 
 out to smoother water, and mounting their planks 
 just at the right moment, return on the largest 
 wave, coming in with marvellous speed, standing 
 almost naked like statues of bronze, on their nar- 
 row boards with folded arms, rushing on to what 
 looks like certain death upon the rocks, but just 
 
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 before the wave breaks on the reef, they slip back 
 into the water, and repeat the same manoeuvres. 
 
 History is not worth much that does not prove 
 some scientific fact. It is useless as mere fact. It 
 is the only basis upon which we may preconceive 
 the future. It has served to be a law of nature that 
 the inferior dark races of the earth must pass before 
 the Caucasian, as I have said before, although they 
 linger awhile, if fostered by the whites, as these 
 Islanders have been through the missionaries, and a 
 humane King and Queen. The disappearance of 
 the vast tribes of the North American Indians, the 
 fate of the countless races once found upon the 
 plateaux of Central America, and the wasting na- 
 tions of the South Pacific are all proofs of that 
 law. 
 
 The Anglo-Saxon has passed over America, oc- 
 cupied the islands of the sea, and their inhabitants, 
 thus far, have succumbed or perished. He has car- 
 ried the Cross in one hand, and scattered the seeds 
 of new vices, disease and death with the other. Oh ! 
 his methods are cruel indeed! and sooner or later 
 he extinguishes or ruins every inferior race that 
 he overwhelms. 
 
 I must confess, I feel an especial tenderness for 
 these smaller races, the Island particularly, which 
 are slowly but surely being merged into the vast 
 white agglomeration, whose old poetic, individual 
 
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 life is doomed to pass away, and whose languages 
 will soon be only embalmed treasures in the scholar's 
 library. Like lonely weary voyagers on some great 
 unknown ocean, we find these wanderers from other 
 days singing the songs which their fathers sang, 
 but in broken cadence. Clinging in secret perhaps, 
 to ancient superstitions, which have grown wan and 
 ghostly in the light of the better day which has 
 dawned, repeating as if possessed of some talismanic 
 power the words of their ancient tongue. The Ha- 
 waiian race is slowly fading away. Australia, New 
 Zealand, the races of this whole Archipelago, will 
 scarcely see the flood-tide of American perfection. 
 
 It was with regret I bade adieu to this lovely 
 land, and with a sad heart I waved "farewell" and 
 "aloha" to the kind friends and all the beauty I 
 beheld for the last time. 
 
 "Aloha," the sweetest word in the Hawaiian 
 tongue, "love to thee." It should be engraved on 
 their coat-of-arms, as a symbol of that generous 
 welcome and unbounded kindness every stranger 
 receives upon her shores. 
 
 Hawaii, beautiful queen of the Southern sea, may 
 the bloom of thy perpetual Summer rest in peace on 
 thy beauteous islands uninterrupted through the 
 ages, and native Hawaiians look up to thy soft 
 skies, always the patriotic brave and generous de- 
 fenders of their native land! 
 
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The Study of the Ancient 
 Languages 
 
 THE study of language, and the ancient 
 classics in particular, should hold a prom- 
 inent place in any liberal course of educa- 
 tion. "Words are things;" not merely the sym- 
 bols, but also the instruments, and almost the neces- 
 sary conditions of thought. If "the highest study 
 of mankind, is man" — then the study of language, 
 which reveals the inmost workings of the mind, and 
 in which are reflected the character and the past his- 
 tory of the races that speak it, must be ranked among 
 the highest of intellectual pursuits. The strong 
 tendency of the age to decry such studies as un- 
 practical, and the prejudices against them which 
 prevail, especially in a new country, when the minds 
 of men are necessarily absorbed in material pur- 
 suits, needs no apology for a lengthy discussion. In 
 this country the study of the English language in 
 the scientific spirit of modern philology, is becom- 
 ing appreciated more and more as an element of 
 liberal scholarship. By this I mean not only the 
 thorough grammatical analysis of the English lan- 
 
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 guage as it now is, but also the systematic analysis 
 of our ancient Mother-tongue, the Anglo-Saxon, 
 and of the old English authors, from Chaucer's 
 "Well of English Undefiled," down to the great 
 authors of the 17th century, together with a critical 
 examination of some of the masterpieces of English 
 literature, that the pupil may understand wherein 
 their power and beauty consist. Now, it was a 
 saying of Goethe's that, "he who is acquainted with 
 no foreign tongue knows nothing of his own." Al- 
 though this is certainly too sweeping a statement, 
 yet it contains a good deal of truth. 
 
 Prof. G. P. Marsh says "while the study of the 
 Anglo-Saxon and old English promises the most 
 abundant harvest of information with respect to 
 the etymology of modern English, yet we must turn 
 to the languages of the literature of Greece and 
 Rome as the great source of all scientific and gram- 
 matical construction." 
 
 The first reason, then, for the study of the so- 
 called dead languages is, that thereby, we may be 
 enabled, as Goethe says, to know our own. About 
 one-third of the vocabulary of the English language 
 is derived from Latin, besides almost all technical 
 nomenclature of the modern sciences, and every 
 scholar knows how much more life and meaning 
 these words will contain if one understands the lan- 
 guage from which they are derived. He loses so 
 
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 much of the subtle strength which evaporates in the 
 translation into our language. Latin is the root 
 from which have sprung all the languages of the 
 south of Europe, so that nine-tenths of the Italian 
 vocabulary and a somewhat smaller proportion of 
 the Spanish and French, is borrowed directly from 
 it. It is the master key which unlocks all the diffi- 
 culties of those languages and opens their literary 
 treasures to the scholar. But the insight which it 
 gives into the meaning and history of words is but 
 a small part of the aid which it affords us in know- 
 ing our own language in the proper sense of 
 that term. For we cannot gain a complete 
 idea of grammar as a science, or of the general 
 structure of language, without studying some 
 tongue, which, like the Latin, exhibits these princi- 
 ples in a tangible shape, by means of its inflections. 
 There has never been any method invented for 
 teaching the principles of general grammar equal to 
 the Latin language. No modern language can for a 
 moment be compared with it in this respect; hence, 
 it has become the "genuine standard with which to 
 compare the grammar of other languages, and the 
 medium through which all the nations of Christen- 
 dom have become acquainted with the structure and 
 philosophy of their own/' Furthermore, when the 
 student has mastered the grammatical machinery of 
 these languages he enters upon the higher depart- 
 
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 ment of criticism and rhetoric; he learns to weigh 
 probabilities, to draw nice distinctions, and is thus 
 trained to accuracy of thought and expression. As 
 some Greek grammarian has remarked, "the connec- 
 tion between thought and speech is, from the very 
 nature of and relation of each, so intimate that it 
 is impossible but that as a person makes himself 
 better acquainted with the proportions of language, 
 he makes himself more the master of the mysteries 
 of human thought in general, and of the tone and 
 feelings of the nation, or man, whose inmost mind 
 he thus reads, in the forms and idioms of their 
 speech." The processes of thought necessary in the 
 translation of any other language into English and 
 vice versa are peculiar. It is an exercise of the 
 mind which brings into use certain faculties re- 
 quired to properly construe the phraseology, the 
 subtle, idiomatic meaning, which cannot be obtained 
 through dictionary phrases, and these faculties thus 
 called into action, require a mental effort entirely 
 unlike any other. This is worthy of consideration 
 as well as the fact that it is impossible to get the 
 author's precise meaning in any liberalized transla- 
 tion of the works of ancient and modern languages. 
 For instance: the Iliad and the Odyssey translated 
 by Pope, are jestingly called "Pope's Iliad and 
 Odyssey," so fully are they saturated with his own 
 peculiar mental qualities. The mind thus receives 
 
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 a discipline quite different from that which is im- 
 parted by the study of the exact sciences, and 
 equally if not more valuable. It does not need that 
 I should argue to an intelligent reader that the 
 development and exercise of the mind are more 
 important than the mere acquisition of facts. Sir 
 William Hamilton declares that "the comparative 
 utility of a study is not to be principally estimated 
 by the complement of truths which it may com- 
 municate, but by the degree in which it determines 
 our higher capacities to action." It is, then, as the 
 most complete course of mental gymnastics that I 
 would indicate the pre-eminent utility of these 
 studies. Hence, the very difficulty of the ancient 
 languages is an advantage ; as is also their compara- 
 tive strangeness and remoteness from ours in habits 
 of thought. For, while the student gradually works 
 himself into the sentiment and mode of expression 
 of the ancient world, by this very act he receives a 
 mental expansion and breadth of view which he 
 could not have gained from the study of any modern 
 language. In studying a modern English author, 
 or even any language foreign to ours, the very 
 rapidity with which we pass from point to point 
 prevents us from thoroughly seizing and retaining 
 the scenes and events as they pass before us — when 
 we have gone through them there remains too 
 often but a faint and shadowy outline, and even 
 
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 this outline is imperfectly retained. So, in regard 
 to style. We may linger a moment over a pas- 
 sage peculiarly pointed and impressive, but we are 
 too much in a hurry to thoroughly understand in 
 what its excellence consists. But while the student 
 is laboriously employed in taking to pieces and 
 reconstructing some masterpiece from Sophocles 
 or Demosthenes, he is sometimes obliged to spend 
 as much time over a single page as over a whole 
 oration or drama in his mother-tongue; and thus, 
 as Beneke says, in writing on education, "the whole 
 matter and manner of the author are thoroughly 
 assimilated in a way most conducive to a healthy 
 reproduction on the part of the receiver, and to a 
 free development of the higher powers of reflection 
 on the phenomena of the ancient intellectual world." 
 
 More mental fatigue will accrue from the effort 
 to sound the abysses of the Greek mind than 
 the study of the most abstruse intellectual problems 
 of any modern writer. These are the advantages, 
 then, which belong to the study of the ancient 
 classics, simply as products of mind and not as 
 models of art. 
 
 But, upon further examination, we find that 
 these works are absolutely unrivalled as models of 
 beauty and correctness in art, and that nothing 
 exists equal to them as a means of forming the 
 literary taste of the student and of teaching him 
 
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 how to distinguish genuine gold from tinsel. I 
 am against the idea of giving our youth at first 
 any lower order of books than the classic poets. 
 Purity and force of language are imbibed, not 
 learned at once. These authors may not be under- 
 stood readily, but as the mind develops, their mints 
 strike the young mind with their wonderful beauty. 
 It begins to appreciate their charm, and the absence 
 of all that is false in logic and corrupt in taste, and 
 this very simplicity and absence of parade is a vast 
 advantage in forming habits of thought. The un- 
 adorned simplicity and exquisite clearness of Hero- 
 dotus gives to history its most elegant form — and 
 he was the model of Thucydides, who did not, how- 
 ever, equal him. 
 
 This same genius of the Greek nation which 
 turned every piece of marble that has been so much 
 as touched by a Greek chisel into a precious stone, 
 created also that splendid literature from which, as 
 Macaulay says, "have sprung all the wisdom, the 
 freedom and the glory of the Western world;" for 
 the whole intellectual cultivation of modern Europe 
 is essentially Grecian. Roman literature, with a 
 few exceptions, was but an echo of the Grecian, 
 and the same is true, but in a less degree, of many 
 of our modern authors. In fact, a great part of the 
 masterpieces of English literature is lost to one unac- 
 quainted with the ancient classics. The poetry of 
 
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 Dante and Milton is saturated with ancient learn- 
 ing, and as we approach nearer to our own times 
 we owe to the same influence the most exquisite 
 touches of a Gray, a Shelley or a Tennyson. 
 
 Although in the inductive sciences we have ad- 
 vanced much further than the great thinkers of 
 antiquity, it ill becomes the pigmy to despise the 
 giant on whose shoulders he is standing. 
 
 Says Sir William Hamilton, "Every learner in 
 science is now familiar with more truths than Aris- 
 totle or Plato ever dreamed of, yet compared with 
 the Stagyrite or Athenian how few among our mas- 
 ters of modern science rank higher than intellectual 
 barbarians ?" 
 
 There is another benefit derived from these 
 studies which it is not so easy to describe. In 
 studying ancient literature, not only do we ascend 
 to the fountain-head from which Poetry and Elo- 
 quence and Philosophy have flowed down to our 
 own age and on to ages to come, but we become 
 acquainted with another world than the present, 
 with another and a different civilization, and we are 
 enabled to measure all that the human mind could 
 achieve without the aid of Divine Revelation. 
 
 For anyone, then, who wishes to plant himself 
 upon the summit of intellectual cultivation an ini- 
 tiation into ancient literature is absolutely indis- 
 pensable. Only when so initiated, to borrow a 
 
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 thought from Beneke, is he in a condition to survey 
 comprehensively and to see profoundly into what 
 human nature could achieve by the aid of ancient 
 learning alone; only then is the scholar enabled to 
 extend his view beyond the narrow horizon of the 
 present which encompasses him, and to distinguish 
 that which is merely local and temporary from that 
 which is of universal significance. And it is this 
 extent of vision, alone, which entitles him to say 
 that he is educated, in the highest and completest 
 sense of that word. 
 
 Again, these studies form a bond of union be- 
 tween the educated men of the world, uniting them 
 as by the tie of a social free-masonry in the great 
 "republic of letters." Over this intellectual realm 
 the imperial sway of Athens has lasted two thou- 
 sand years and yet shows no sign of decay. A 
 hundred years hence what book of science however 
 eminent now will be read except as a relic of the 
 past! But, transitory as the books of physical 
 science will surely be, how will it be with the great 
 classic authors? Will Homer's mighty epic cease 
 to be read or admired? Will not Virgil still be 
 listened to, as he sings the story of the sack of Troy, 
 or paints the tragic fate of Dido, or relates the birth 
 of Rome ? Truly has Macaulay asserted of Athens, 
 "her influence and her glory will still survive fresh 
 in eternal youth," exempt from mutability and de- 
 
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 cay, immortal as the intellectual principle from 
 which they derive their origin, and over which they 
 exercise their control. 
 
 The experience of the most eminent educators in 
 Europe has fully justified these views in regard to 
 the value of classical studies. There the experi- 
 ment has been tried and the result has been against 
 the "Realists." Instead of declining these studies 
 are now pursued with new vigor, and the science of 
 language is shedding an unexpected light upon the 
 primeval unity of man. So far from discarding the 
 classics from the universities of England another 
 department has been added — the "School of Lan- 
 guages" — where the ancient Hindoo is taught, 
 and remarkable facts have been brought to 
 light from their investigations, bearing upon the 
 origin of the great East Indian religions, their an- 
 tiquity, and their retrogression at the present day 
 from their simplicity and purity of their original 
 form. 
 
 There is a period in life when the study of lan- 
 guage is peculiarly adapted to the mind, when it 
 has advanced beyond the elementary branches, but 
 is not mature enough to do justice to scientific 
 studies. In fact, it is often the case that those who 
 pursue classical studies acquire a mental power and 
 accuracy which enables them to outstrip their rivals 
 on their own chosen ground. 
 
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 Let not those decry the classics who owe to these 
 very studies their ability to grasp more readily the 
 highest intellectual thought. Call the roll of British 
 statesmen from Pitt and Canning to Derby and 
 Gladstone, and you will find that their university 
 career generally pre-shadowed their future great- 
 ness, and that some of them were "first-honor men 
 at Oxford or Cambridge." Or take great leaders 
 of modern thought — the foremost men in all the 
 highest departments of knowledge — and see if most 
 of them are not men of classical culture. The 
 anthropologists, ethnologists and the philologists of 
 our time would not exist otherwise. 
 
 The influence this culture has upon the propriety 
 and chasteness of language which a scholar finds 
 without difficulty, is always evident, and even to 
 inferior intellects gives a subtle charm which the 
 common-place can never effect. 
 
 Far be it from me, however, to prescribe one 
 unvarying course for all capacities and tempera- 
 ments, nor let me be understood as under-valuing 
 the very great importance of mathematics, or other 
 intellectual studies. On the contrary, let it be our 
 aim to present the different sciences as a connected 
 system, so as to produce a symmetrical and well- 
 balanced development of the mind. It should be 
 our aim to make independent thinkers, and not mere 
 puppets — scholars, and not pedants — and to accus- 
 
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 torn our young men and women, in the words of 
 Horace, "Nullius addictus jurare in verba magistri" 
 that is, "to swear a blind allegiance to no master." 
 
 I doubt very much the wisdom of the sentiment 
 of the present age which favors practical education 
 altogether. The idea involved in a practical educa- 
 tion is money-getting, and already we are experi- 
 encing the results of the system. It is a passion 
 which takes possession of men to the exclusion of 
 pursuits which ennoble and elevate the race, and the 
 master-mind which succeeds in arresting this idea 
 will do the world a benefit which we cannot now 
 properly appreciate. 
 
 But even in this respect, the man who has on 
 the full armor of a well-disciplined mind with every 
 power properly developed, will be able to contend 
 with the difficulties of life more bravely than he 
 who knows only the tricks of his own trade. 
 
 As his mind develops and genius begins to work, 
 there is no question in my mind which will succeed 
 the better — the man fully equipped with knowledge 
 and the results to the mind of the effort to acquire 
 it, or he who at the common schools has left a good 
 part of his most powerful faculties dormant. 
 
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To the Women of the United 
 States this Appeal is Addressed 
 
 THE grave of Mary, the Mother of Wash- 
 ington, lies neglected and desolate; a 
 monument begun there, but never com- 
 pleted, stands blackened and dilapidated. We would 
 rescue from total oblivion the name of a woman 
 whose memory should be hallowed in every Amer- 
 ican home, and pay a national tribute to her noble 
 motherhood by erecting a monument in her honor. 
 
 This is a "woman's movement," says the first cir- 
 cular issued, "national in its character, for raising 
 the needed sum by such small contributions that 
 no woman in the land need be deprived of the 
 privilege of aiding a cause that must appeal to the 
 heart of every mother and daughter in America." 
 
 This will be the first monument ever erected by 
 women to a woman. Mary Washington was of a 
 heroic nature, patriotic soul, tender spirit, and un- 
 common mental gifts. She was the finest type of the 
 brave and devoted women who ruled the households 
 of the Colonies in those days when our freedom 
 trembled in the balance. Do we not stand re- 
 
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 proached before the world? Should we not make 
 ample atonement for the neglect under which has 
 lain for long years the memory of the mother of the 
 greatest hero and patriot "that adorns the annals of 
 American history ?" It is a sad spot, that desolated 
 grave where has rested for a hundred years, amid 
 tangled masses of humble weeds and grass, the noble 
 woman so beloved and revered by her noble son, who 
 proudly declared, "I attribute all my success in life 
 to the moral, intellectual, and physical education 
 which I received from my mother." Should not 
 this touch the hearts of our women and make them 
 cling tenderly to her memory as a proud heritage? 
 A precious memorial will be the monument they 
 shall place above her sacred dust, and consecrated 
 the ground where she resposes. 
 
 The women of America should be "heart-moved 
 as by the voice of a trumpet" when this appeal comes 
 to them. To her we are indebted that George Wash- 
 ington became a patriotic American citizen. To 
 her is due that grand character, cast in such heroic 
 moulds, that union of gigantic energy, indomitable 
 resolution, and dauntless courage which marked 
 him the first of all his countrymen. It was she who 
 kindled noble principles and purposes in his soul. 
 At her side his genius budded and expanded. But 
 for her wisdom and spirit he would have passed his 
 youth upon the deck of a British man-of-war, 
 
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 trained for England's service, and the sword which 
 cleft the way to our victory would have been drawn 
 for our oppressor.* 
 
 Women are giving their time and energies to 
 building monuments to men. Their success is 
 phenomenal. But the time has come when there 
 must be commemorated in enduring marble the vir- 
 tues of a woman who shall be always to them the 
 paragon of womanly excellence. Nothing is left un- 
 done to raise to a higher plane in this and foreign 
 countries the memory of George Washington ; but for 
 years this beloved and faithful-hearted mother, 
 whose protest against the plans of others to give 
 him to England made him ours forever, has but a 
 dilapidated ruin to mark her grave.f 
 
 Behind the gleaming marble the artist stands pro- 
 claiming his immortal workmanship. What sculptor 
 can point to a work like that of Mary Washington ? 
 
 *"Colonel Lawrence Washington, of Mount Vernon, with 
 whom his little half-brother, George, was a petted favorite, 
 procured for him in 1746, when he was not quite fourteen 
 years of age, a midshipman's warrant in the British Navy, and 
 the ensuing winter was passed in joyous preparation by young 
 Washington for entering upon his new sphere in life. The 
 following summer he was on the point of departure in a 
 British ship-of-war lying in the Potomac. His luggage was 
 on board, when his mother's carefully considered final decision, 
 kindly but firmly communicated, forbade his going — which 
 greatly disappointed her son; but with filial love and ready 
 obedience he acquiesced and returned to his studies." — 
 Lossing's "Life of Mary Washington." 
 
 fMary Ball Washington, the daughter of Col. Joseph Ball, 
 of Lancaster, Va., was born 1706; married A gustine Wash- 
 
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Prose and Verse 
 
 It was she who moulded into grand symmetrical 
 proportions this character so nearly perfect — it was 
 she who gave him to his country. 
 
 Women of America, marshal your forces ! Begin 
 the work with energies quickened by the thought 
 that she is yours! 
 
 Let every one of her sex, whatever her condition, 
 come with her contribution. She who commands 
 millions, will she not give thousands? She who by 
 arduous daily toil earns a pittance, may she not 
 cheerfully add her mite? 
 
 We would not that this monument be built by a 
 few generous men and women alone; we want the 
 pennies of the poor as well as the dollars of the 
 rich. We would have every woman to share in the 
 proud privilege of associating herself by her con- 
 tribution in the work of erecting an imperishable 
 memorial to that epitome of womanly virtues and 
 graces — Mary, the Mother of our beloved 
 Washington. 
 
 ington, March 6, 1730, and died August 25, 1789, aged 83 years, 
 and was buried on the spot chosen by herself on her own 
 home plantation, "Kenmore," on the Rappahannock, near 
 Fredericksburg. 
 
 Forty years after, a patriotic citizen of New York, Mr. 
 Silas E. Burrows, presented a handsome marble monument 
 for the spot, the corner-stone of which was laid by President 
 Andrew Jackson in 1833 ; that was nearly but not entirely 
 completed, and is now in such a state of dilapidation and ruin 
 as to be irrecoverable. 
 
 Augustine Washington [father of George] died 1743, and 
 his body was laid in the family vault in Westmoreland county, 
 Virginia. — Lossing's ''Life of Mary Washington." 
 
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By Claudia Boddie Money 
 
 This Appeal comes to you from The National 
 Mary Washington Memorial Association, 
 chartered February 22, 1890, in the District of 
 
 Columbia. 
 
 TRUSTEES. 
 Hon. Benjamin Harrison, President of the United States 
 
 {ex-fiicio). 
 Hon. Melville W. Fuller, Chief-Justice of the United States 
 
 (ex-Mcio). 
 Hon. Philip W. McKinney, Governor of Virginia (ex-ofiicio). 
 
 LADY MANAGERS (and incorporators). 
 
 PRESIDENT. 
 
 Mrs. Amelia C. Waite. 
 
 FIRST VICE-PRESIDENT. 
 
 Mrs. Matilda W. Emory. 
 
 SECOND VICE-PRESIDENT. 
 
 Mrs. Elizabeth Blair Lee. 
 
 SECRETARY. 
 
 Mrs. Margaret Hetzel. 
 Miss Maud Lee Davidge. 
 
 DIRECTORS. 
 
 PRESIDENT. 
 
 The President of the United States (ex -officio'). 
 The Chief-Justice of the United States (ex-oMcio). 
 The Governor of the State of Virginia (ex-oMcio). 
 
 VICE-PRESIDENT. 
 
 Mrs. Amelia C. Waite, 1616 Rhode Island Avenue, Wash- 
 ington. 
 
 SECRETARY. 
 
 Mrs. Margaret Hetzel, Clifton Station, Va. 
 
 TREASURER. 
 
 E. Francis Riggs, Riggs' Bank, Washington, D. C. 
 Mrs. Matilda W. Emory, 1718 H Street, Washington, D. C. 
 Mrs. Elizabeth Blair Lee, 1653 Pennsylvania Avenue, Wash- 
 ington, D. C. 
 Miss Maud Lee Davidge, 1624 H Street, Washington, D. C. 
 Mr. Reginald Fendall, 344 D Street, Washington, D. C. 
 Mr. Blair Lee, 344 D Street, Washington, D. C. 
 
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 A Vice-President to be appointed in each State, 
 whose duty it shall be to organize branch associa- 
 tions in her State, and adopt such measures as she 
 may deem expedient to procure funds for the erec- 
 tion of this monument, and for its future care and 
 preservation; also to secure the largest enrollment 
 of members possible and forward the rolls of names 
 with the sums contributed to the Secretary of the 
 National Association for permanent record. 
 
 VICE-PRESIDENTS OF STATES. 
 Mrs. Senator Blair, New Hampshire. 
 Mrs. Governor Dillingham, Vermont. 
 Mrs. Roger Wolcott, Massachusetts. 
 Mrs. Burrows, Rhode Island. 
 Mrs. Nicholas Beach, Connecticut. 
 Mrs. Senator McPherson, New Jersey. 
 Miss Charlotte Pendleton, Philadelphia. 
 Mrs. Senator Gray, Delaware. 
 Mrs. Mary Washington Keyser, Maryland. 
 Mrs. Senator Faulkner, West Virginia. 
 Mrs. Judge Goolrick, Virginia. 
 Mrs. Senator Vance, North Carolina. 
 Mrs. John W. Lewis, South Carolina. 
 Miss Wheeler, Alabama. 
 Mrs. Claudia B. Money, Mississippi. 
 Mrs. J. Washington Story, Louisiana. 
 Mrs. Senator Reagan, Texas. 
 Mrs. Clifton R. Breckenridge, Arkansas. 
 Mrs. Mary B. Washington, Tenessee. 
 Mrs. D. Meade Massie, Ohio. 
 Mrs. Senator Cockrell, Missouri. 
 Mrs. James S. Clarkson, Iowa. 
 Mrs. Lyman Trumbull, Illinois. 
 Mrs. Senator Stewart, Nevada. 
 Mrs. Senator Hearst, California. 
 Mrs. Senator Dolph, Oregon. 
 Mrs. Senator Squire, Washington. 
 
 MARGARET HETZEL, Secretary. 
 
 Clifton Station, Va., 
 
 Sept. is, 1890. 
 
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Immortal or Ephemeral? 
 
 "We do not take possession of our ideas, but are 
 possessed by them. They master us, and force us into 
 the Arena, where like gladiators, we must fight them." 
 — Heine, 
 
 THERE are many printed pages pregnant 
 with glorious thoughts and yet we cannot 
 produce one, which has not at some time, 
 been expressed, before our own has sprung to life. 
 A solid phalanx of thoughts belongs to the subject 
 which concerns us at present, and it is through the 
 co-operative power of many minds that I have at- 
 tained to any knowledge worthy of consideration. 
 
 I shall speak first of mind and matter in com- 
 bination. I refer to the mental activities of the one 
 charged with an inferior power to regulate, and to 
 mediate between the different parts of the human 
 being. Comprehensive Truth is nowhere more 
 potent than in the conscious, or reasoning mind; 
 but man requires it for nothing more than an animal 
 existence. With man as a primitive being, before us 
 for dissection, we need now no scalpel to display his 
 structural formation, nor his component parts. 
 
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Prose and Verse 
 
 Scientists have assumed that man sprang from a 
 primordial germ and evolved brain tissue, and as 
 he was constrained by the necessities of his con- 
 scious being, developed more and more cells as he 
 required them, they being the result of experience. 
 The radical germ holding the Eternal Thought 
 Force, revealed itself in slow evolution. This sympa- 
 thetic germ presiding in the first atom contained 
 every quality required for perfect development, able 
 like the plant to draw to it through inherent intelli- 
 gence, all extraneous assistance, when the process 
 became retarded by unhappy environment. 
 
 Man, in his dim, far away beginning, most prob- 
 ably had a conspicuous lack of the conscious mental- 
 ity, which readily assumed control, when through- 
 out the multiplied ages of his existence, the desires 
 of his material form, wrought by thought force, 
 became pre-eminent, until he is at present the full 
 grown genus, — Man. He is not classified by all 
 minds now, as more than that. "One mind" is the 
 dictum of those who lack the Supreme Knowledge, 
 latent in his creation, of the Great Original Power. 
 Their learning comprehends nothing more than their 
 conscious minds dictate, corresponding through the 
 brain, with the sympathetic nerve-system, corrobo- 
 rating the final conception, that these senses which 
 have no slender hold upon him, strongly sustain the 
 idea, that beyond these concepts there is no other 
 
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 compelling force that controls thought. Innumer- 
 able experiences enter into the brain through the 
 sensory ganglia, acting and re-acting upon each 
 other. The anatomist understands why certain 
 nerves do not apprehend the intentions of the brain 
 — there may be a need of stimulus — or there may 
 be atrophy, and finally, death. There may be a 
 complete paralysis of the great part of the nervous 
 system, and still there would remain a regnant force 
 within; and until the brain upheaval, which may 
 have occurred through insufficient nutrition, is en- 
 tirely destructive, it can be re-enlivened, and as long 
 as the Thought Force can hold together this com- 
 plex machinery of the corporal body, and life sus- 
 tained, perfect health conditions can be established. 
 
 When one assumes that the mortal mind is not 
 the only refuge in this life, when the whole physical 
 organism dies, man relapses into his original ele- 
 ments. There is nothing sentient left in these 
 atoms. They establish the fact only of the changes 
 which matter assumes in its various forms of dis- 
 integration. Comporting himself as an incompre- 
 hensible being, begotten by a mysterious power, he 
 acknowledges nothing and remains in the darkness 
 of an obscure, conjectural idea. 
 
 Yet, it stares him in the face as a phenomenon 
 which he ever strains his conscious mind to under- 
 stand. It is the great question which has confronted 
 
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 him throughout the ages. It has touched and 
 aroused his intellect. His mind has been too restless 
 to stop its investigations of what it cannot under- 
 stand on the surface, and although it never entirely 
 gives up, it pursues in vain, because the secrets of 
 Nature are covered, and he feels that in an attempt 
 to unveil them, he treads on consecrated ground. 
 It closes in his case, in an endless entanglement of 
 confused ideas, because nothing has been properly- 
 investigated, nothing counted, weighed, measured 
 or verified. 
 
 It has been a vague and loose theoretical conclu- 
 sion which each man has evolved from his own 
 mind, or conjured out of his own fancy; for when 
 sought, through the reasoning faculties, he ar- 
 rives at nothing satisfactory through the ordered 
 methods of reason, through the conscious mind. 
 
 It is the "carnal mind," and cannot learn of spirit- 
 ual things. There are, however, whole fields of 
 thought and experience where the seeds of truth 
 have been sown. But the common apprehension (al- 
 though the desire to unfold the "magic of mysteries" 
 extends to the measure of the universe) has the habit 
 of taking only a few things into account, making 
 them a test of the value of what cannot be ex- 
 plained perspicuously, nor plainly set down by the 
 powers of the conscious mind, and has considered 
 the question afar off. 
 
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 It is true the investigation has been commensurate 
 with the compass of human thought and has been 
 carried so far as it is possible for comprehension. 
 In that mind, however, man finds himself in "Er- 
 ror's Labyrinthine Way/' The imperfect system 
 of metaphysics takes him into the shadowy spaces of 
 the uncertain, and leaves him in darkness. It is 
 materializing, and draws a line of demarcation, and 
 says, "Thus far only, canst thou come." 
 
 He beholds the Infinite One afar off, and his 
 intelligence wanders in space, inquiring, appealing; 
 but the finite mind cannot find Him. When he 
 says, "Credo Deum," does he obtain a full confirma- 
 tion of the thought, or only a phrase beginning 
 with the first conception of God? The most solid 
 treasures of human wisdom have been attacked by 
 the narrowness of contemporary prejudice, and "it 
 seems as useless to fight against the interpretations 
 of ignorance, as to whip the fog." 
 
 There are doubts arising in the incisive, logical 
 mind, when we make the statement that there are 
 two (or, as I believe), more than two minds con- 
 tained in what is known as the human being. Now, 
 to define mind requires some very fine mental pro- 
 cesses, and the idea difficult to grasp, until a flash 
 light radiates from the subjective or unconscious 
 mind and brings us, at once face to face with that 
 inscrutable yet unassailable thought-force, which is 
 
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 co-existent with God Himself. There can be no 
 confirmation of the propositions contained in this 
 statement, and the uninitiated regard them as non- 
 sensical hypotheses, as disputable assumptions, de- 
 claring there is nothing substantial upon which to 
 base these theories, arguing there must be a known 
 premise in every proposition from which a perfect 
 conclusion can be drawn, subjected to the most 
 severe reasoning. 
 
 There are minds, however, replete with human 
 reason and which consistently plead for a reversal 
 of these ideas — ideas which are not true, but are 
 current in the minds and upon the tongues of men. 
 
 They are most anxious for the best and most 
 satisfactory solution of the question, for the grand- 
 est results, and they do not trifle with what is so 
 important to man, nor do they believe him en- 
 dangered by his philosophy, for he has found a 
 thousand-fold repetition of the existence of such 
 truth, founded upon experience, that like certain 
 circumstantial evidence carries conviction beyond 
 dispute. 
 
 Minds of this nature, have seized with passionate 
 eagerness upon the idea of the Divinity within 
 them; and had wonderful visions of that immortal 
 tenant of the body — the spiritual mind. If we 
 consider man from the standpoint of the "New 
 Thought," we cannot resist the evidence of man's 
 
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 immortal origin, and skepticism must vanish into 
 nothingness. Bacon says, "There is nothing in the 
 order of nature so small as to be without a Cause; 
 nor again, anything so great but it depends on some- 
 thing else, so that the fabric of nature contains in 
 her own lap and bosom, every event whatever, both 
 great and small, and develops them in season by a 
 fixed law." If we conceive of man, the highest crea- 
 tion, as far above the fetid atmosphere of material 
 conditions, as he really is in his spiritual manifesta- 
 tion, which promotes him above the sterile boundary 
 of a flesh and perishable form, we know that he 
 reveals himself through spirit impulse and then the 
 problem goes no longer unsolved. The unspeakable 
 glory of the Immortal Spark shines in splendor upon 
 the struggling spirit of man and woos it to the light, 
 and draws from the gloom of the speculative intelli- 
 gence the radiant Truth, which "Springs eternal 
 in the human breast," "In thee am I — Who art in 
 me also." 
 
 The mastery of himself is the one essential for the 
 permanent use of the power existent in the imper- 
 sonal mind. I say, impersonal, in the sense of its 
 belonging in nothing especial to any one human 
 being. It is an emanation from the Eternal, Uni- 
 versal Mind — the Invisible Source whence we draw 
 that inspiration which leads us into the higher and 
 finer regions of existence. It comprehends every- 
 
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 thing beyond the harrying fretting, perpetually-re- 
 curring cares and anxieties and sorrows in the life 
 of man, when his purposes are thwarted, his efforts 
 unrewarded, and his hopes fade away and die, where 
 his joys go out one by one, and the arrows of mis- 
 fortune pierce his heart. 
 
 It brings us the one life-giving thought which 
 reaches into the conscious mind — "I have that with- 
 in me which speaks louder than Fate ; which breathes 
 of Hope, and Peace, and Trust, and I feel the sweet 
 thrill of happiness, which is my birthright." 
 Blended with this thought is another of peculiar 
 significance. 
 
 Constituted as man is, the perishable and the im- 
 perishable, how may the two elements consort, so 
 that he may not be wretched, rather than happy? 
 Man is, in no wise unable to accomplish this for 
 himself. Reaching out, day after day for more of 
 those things which his conscious mind maintains 
 are the best results of his labor — those multiplied 
 desires and fancies bred of a sordid imagination — 
 he listens not for the "still, small voice" pleading for 
 a part of himself. "Conscience nods at her post" — 
 but when disease clasps him to her foul bosom, and 
 sorrow envelops him in her maddening clouds of 
 darkness, he nears the portal of another conscious- 
 ness — and hears the full chord of an awakened 
 spirit, musically-sounding, and bringing him back 
 
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 to his forfeited Eden. He has spent but the mini- 
 mum quantity of his moral powers in the whole, and 
 has concealed in himself that Immortal demonstra- 
 tion coming from a mind really unknown to none, 
 which has protected him from invasion, by media 
 which no one recognizes nor acknowledges more 
 manfully than he, when he succeeds in establishing 
 in himself the idea of his Divine origin, from that 
 mental environment which constructed him, body, 
 soul and spirit. The conflicts and doubts which 
 assail him as to his spiritual condition, come from a 
 want of comprehension of the full revelation of that 
 Power in the seat of that mind, which we know 
 only as the inborn, primitive, intuitional mind. Here 
 the soul gets its instructions for the proper habita- 
 tion and functional action of its charge — the body — 
 all its emotions, its fears and hopes, its love and 
 hate. It is the suggestion — receiver — and is full of 
 primeval desires. 
 
 All the qualities which reign in man that are not 
 constructions of the intellectual faculties ^volved 
 from the reasoning mind, are here. But there comes 
 hence, also, the inward suggestion from this un- 
 conscious mind whispering its elementary knowledge 
 of God in him — spiritual force — eternal truth — 
 working in him from the beginning, evolving for 
 himself salvation from the poisonous thoughts of 
 disease and discontent, and communion with evil 
 
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 things — those spirit-indurating passions which cap- 
 ture and overwhelm him. It is when the conscious 
 mind is rebuked by the Conscience, and that inherent 
 spiritual power, pre-eminent in man comes into har- 
 mony with the ever-existent, universal Father of all, 
 that it asserts itself through its inalienable right to 
 chide, to protect, to comfort, to allay pain, to eradi- 
 cate disease and open the way to a reconciliation 
 with the Light and Life, and Love and Truth, which 
 are man's heritage. It redresses the conscious mind 
 in garments whiter than snow. It is as strong as the 
 unalterable decree of the Absolute Law of our being 
 — having its sources in the All-wise, All-powerful, 
 All-loving, Infinite Eternal mind of its Creator. 
 
 Within the sanctuary of sanctuaries, the spirit 
 sets up its altar, and the angels of Love and Trust 
 instinct with reverence, stand at the door and wait. 
 
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Woman's Part in the 
 World's Progress 
 
 THE theme upon which I shall talk to you is 
 illimitable — It is "Woman! what she has 
 been, and may become as a factor in the 
 world's progress." 
 
 Whatever subject I undertake to discuss, I feel 
 dissatisfied, unless I can pursue it in every direc- 
 tion, to the farthest bounds of thought, and yet, 
 when I undertake to execute this scheme, my ener- 
 gies are almost paralyzed with the very notion of 
 the indefinite vastness I long to fill. 
 
 Woman's positon in the world's economy has been 
 very spicily described in the following lines, and they 
 have given her no obscure place : 
 
 "They talk about a woman's sphere, 
 As though it had a limit ! 
 There's not a place in earth or heaven, 
 There's not a task to mankind given; 
 There's not a blessing, or a woe; 
 There's not a whisper, 'Yes' or 'No/ 
 There's not a life, a death, or birth, 
 That has a feather's weight of worth, 
 Without a woman in it." 
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Prose and Verse 
 
 I shall endeavor to distinctly trace this influence 
 by a hasty glance at the different eras in woman's 
 history; and I am sure I shall be able by this testi- 
 mony, to substantiate my theory, that to her the 
 world is indebted for all that is best in man, and 
 worth living for. 
 
 Feminine influence, though hidden, is of vast im- 
 portance. The mightiest agents in the material 
 world are least known. As an eloquent woman has 
 said, "The sun, brilliant and powerful, gives light 
 and heat to our planetary system. All may see his 
 glory, but the mightier influence of gravitation, 
 which controls the universe and reaches, perchance, 
 unto the 'heaven of Heavens/ who has seen and 
 who can estimate its power ?" 
 
 From Creation to the Messiah's advent includes 
 forty centuries; and in this time are comprehended 
 all the heroines of Bibical History, too numerous to 
 enumerate here. The history of these women illus- 
 trates great truths. During this period of four thou- 
 sand years, only here and there was a ray of hope 
 to be discerned for them. 
 
 Maternal love, faith and energy preserved Moses 
 to be the law-giver of Israel, made Samuel the High 
 Priest of the Lord, seated Solomon on the throne 
 of David, and each of these was an event of mo- 
 mentous import to the destiny of the Hebrew 
 Nation, and to the progress of mankind. 
 
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 Deborah delivered Israel when not a male Hebrew 
 dared to raise his hand until she led the way. Esther 
 saved the Jews, when no man could have delayed 
 the decree of death. In short, from the time Sarah 
 became the Mother of Israel, the Hebrew women 
 kept the hope of "Shiloh," or the Redeemer, ever in 
 their race. 
 
 This divine faith, like a shining light passing from 
 hand to hand, shone out in the characters of the 
 Jewish women, from Sarah to Huldah the prophet- 
 ess; and while history furnishes no record of an 
 apostate Jewess, the men could not be restrained 
 from idolatry and apostacy. Among the heathen 
 she was worshiped for the highest attribute of human 
 nature — Justice, as in Themis, Wisdom in Minerva, 
 and Chastity in Diana. 
 
 In Rome, while the ideal of woman was the di- 
 vinity which gave the priests oracles, and the people 
 laws, domestic purity was preserved ; nor was it until 
 the Roman men were absent from their homes, in 
 their long wars, lost to the softening, purifying in- 
 fluence of their women, that the frightful demorali- 
 zation of the Empire was reached. 
 
 "The mother is endowed by God Himself, with 
 all the qualities which should render her fit to be- 
 comes the principal agent in the moral and intel- 
 lectual development of her child/' says Pestalozzi. 
 
 "What the elevation of woman has done for the 
 
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 reform of social manners, her educated mind is 
 doing for our books," says our eloquent Bethune. 
 
 "On the cultivation of the minds of women, de- 
 pends the wisdom of men," says the penetrating 
 Sheridan. 
 
 ' 'The future destiny of the child is always the 
 work of the mother," declared the sagacious Na- 
 poleon; but the highest testimony comes from the 
 word of God : "Strength and honor are her clothing, 
 and she shall rejoice in time to come." 
 
 This is a woman's status now, up to which she 
 has worked herself from a state of slavery, by her 
 moral character alone, through love and patience, 
 and that God-given power which has enabled her 
 to overcome sin, and elevate man. 
 
 Have you ever thought of the profound truth 
 there is in those words of John Ruskin, that for all 
 wars that have been fought, all the cruelty and in- 
 justice of which man has been guilty, all the vices 
 that he has practiced, women are responsible, in 
 that they have not tried to hinder him ? 
 
 One has only to think for a moment to know 
 this is incontrovertibly true. 
 
 Every faithful performance of private duty adds 
 to the stock of public virtues; and as the woman's 
 mind stamps the first and most indelible impressions 
 on the child, who is in a state of darkness, to her 
 should be given the highest opportunities to pre- 
 
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 pare herself for the task of moulding the characters 
 of embryo men and women. 
 
 This is a subject upon which "thoughts create 
 thoughts" — a subject upon which all the earnest- 
 ness and enthusiasm of my heart and mind have 
 been engaged for years; and which would require 
 volumes of space to exhaust, so prolific is it in argu- 
 ment and evidence in the annals of history and 
 experience. 
 
 To assist the physical man is to assist all his 
 powers. The body that suffers must feel the enerva- 
 tion of the mind also ; then, that which promotes the 
 welfare of the whole race is mental and physical 
 education. 
 
 Woman starts out with nearly all the moral 
 power. Give her the intellectual and physical and 
 she will rear men of nobler proportions than the 
 world has ever yet seen. She will then be able to 
 exert an inconceivable material and beneficial in- 
 fluence in the work of the world's progress; first 
 as a helper, later as a leader. 
 
 This is to be done only by thorough education, 
 which is little more than ordering and establishing 
 the habits of mind, thought and action. 
 
 Woman has naturally the heroic qualities of pa- 
 tience and endurance. These give to her a fictitious 
 strength, enabling her to accomplish wonderful 
 results for a time ; but a steady drain on the nerves 
 
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 of the average woman, entirely incapacitates her 
 for work of any kind. I have wondered if this is 
 not the result of her habits of life! I think that 
 men would soon appreciate what it is to be "ner- 
 vous" if they were put in her place. Now, in order 
 that this weakness may be overcome and woman be 
 able to accomplish her highest destiny, physical 
 training should supplement the cultivation of the 
 intellectual powers. 
 
 The phenomenal few who have laid stepping- 
 stones to a truer life for their weaker sisters, can 
 be easily counted, and many of them have fallen a 
 prey to bodily infirmity, long befogs the mental 
 faculties were eclipsed. 
 
 Woman, so pre-eminent in the moral work of 
 the world, when fully prepared in mind and body, 
 will become as prominent in the educating and lift- 
 ing up of the people to the highest plane of intel- 
 lectual effort. 
 
 We all know that skill must respond to its de- 
 mands, whatever the cost to the workman, and a 
 woman cannot hope to compete successfully with 
 man, whose mental evolution has been favored by 
 every circumstance of his life since the world began 
 until, she has, by liberal education and application, 
 become possessed of his power, and can stand by 
 his side, a peer, and perhaps, improve on his methods 
 and lead him to the cause of intellectual life and 
 
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 liberty. I am afraid few will be willing to under- 
 take the task. 
 
 Now, these mental and physical gymnastics, my 
 friends, which are to increase woman's strength and 
 power, will result in one good thing at least. It 
 will make her wiser as to her own ignorance for it 
 is through higher education that we learn to fully 
 appreciate how little we know and how much there 
 is to learn. 
 
 Locke, the prince of philosophers, when eighty- 
 five years of age, wrote, "I do not know what I 
 may appear to the world, but to myself I seem to 
 have been a boy, playing on the seashore, and divert- 
 ing myself in now and then finding a smoother peb- 
 ble, or prettier shell than ordinary, while the great 
 ocean of Truth lay undiscovered before me." 
 
 Education in its best sense not only inspires 
 modesty in the mind of its possessor, but sharpens, 
 strengthens and disciplines the mental faculties for 
 concert of action under the direction of the will, and 
 also matures the judgment, so that it is better able 
 to counsel the will aright. Education ennobles the 
 mind and impresses upon it that all honest occupa- 
 tions are honorable, that in labor, however humble, 
 true dignity is enthroned, and that a woman capable 
 and willing to work in all the departments of labor, 
 deserves the support and respect of all right-minded 
 people, and demands her full share of the emolu- 
 
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 ments of the place in which she performs her duties 
 faithfully and well. 
 
 We have been told many times too often that 
 woman must not take the unbroken path, but keep 
 to the King's highway; but the just requirements 
 of an enlightened age imperatively demand that 
 every fetter of her intellectual oppression be broken, 
 and every barrier to her progress be overturned. But 
 what a task! what a change in her condition! what 
 a combination of circumstances is requisite! What 
 splendid abilities! What noble patience! What 
 sublime constancy! 
 
 Questions like this do not rest again when once 
 begun, and woman's effort to free herself from the 
 degradation of inferior education shall never end. 
 Into what symmetry her character is expanding 
 under the beneficent influence of high mental devel- 
 opment! Her intellectual bondage resulted in a 
 neglect of the nobler qualities of the mind, which 
 worked its own revenge, and the outcome was the 
 evolution of a shallow type of womanhood, given 
 over to follies, vanity and the smaller ambitions of 
 the human soul. But she has at last determined to 
 be free of these trammels, ignoble, and destructive of 
 the nobler attributes of her mind. She feels able to 
 "shake the spear with Achilles" as well as "grasp 
 the spindle with Hercules ;" to handle the pen with 
 the great men of the world, and fill the firmament 
 
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 of humanity with bright and benignant influences, 
 radiating from the glorious orb of her true woman's 
 heart. 
 
 To succeed, woman must be resolute and active, 
 if she be strong; but if she be weak, absorb knowl- 
 edge from every source, and in time indoctrinate the 
 world with her lofty ideal of that station the woman 
 of the future shall occupy, who is destined to train, 
 to discipline, to lead the world in attaining the high- 
 est and truest civilization, but she will have to 
 "labor and to wait" for the full consummation of 
 her desires. In humility, and with diligence, she 
 must strive courageously and unceasingly for her 
 redemption from captivity, with the fear of God be- 
 fore her, and the promises of a golden future to 
 cheer her. 
 
 Woman is developing, however, more and more 
 every day into that beautiful character Homer 
 described — 
 
 "Woman, loveliest of the lovelier kind, 
 In body perfect, complete in mind. ,, 
 
 she will be indeed the ideal creature, and in the 
 finished excellence of her exalted state she shall have 
 but to beckon and her disciples will follow, and cling 
 to her with an ardor which nothing can chill or 
 abate. 
 
 How many remarkable women ancient and 
 
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 modern history have preserved "high on the roll 
 which dusty ages keep," for refreshing and inspira- 
 tion, when the task of raising women to a higher 
 level in literature, the arts, and science to which they 
 have already attained seems a labor too great for 
 their strength. They are a stimulus that shall urge 
 them on to still further exertion for the advance- 
 ment of their sex. These conspicuous and famous 
 land-marks are found all along the centuries, from 
 the earliest recorded history to the present day, and 
 they give evidence of genius, scholarship and wis- 
 dom unusual and remarkable in woman. 
 
 While the wife was honored, woman continued 
 worthy of honor. The Lucretias were the life of the 
 Republic, for the higher the standard of woman's 
 excellence, the higher will be the man's nature and 
 the greater the glory of both. Wherever woman is 
 most highly honored, there the race enjoys the 
 greatest degree of civil freedom and social happiness, 
 and is most rapidly advancing in intelligence, pros- 
 perity and civilization. This becomes more apparent 
 every year, as woman's education progresses; be- 
 cause, as woman rises, she elevates proportionately 
 the mind and life of man. This is her mission, and 
 it requires no labored proof. 
 
 Look at the world ! Who are the conservators of 
 domestic purity, of social decorum, of public senti- 
 ment? 
 
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 "The little true piety which yet exists on earth, 
 we owe to women, much more than to theologians/ ' 
 says the learned Aime Martin. 
 
 Anna Comnena, who wrote the Alexiad, was 
 skilled in rhetoric, philosophy and mathematics. She 
 was well versed in languages, and had extensive 
 knowledge of law, physics and divinity. 
 
 In sixteen hundred, Helen Cornaro went through 
 the philsophy of the schools, thorny as it then was. 
 She was a wonderful linguist, and celebrated for 
 her scientific attainments. She was known all over 
 Europe, and when she died, one of the Academicians 
 made a funeral oration, saying she had triumphed 
 over three monsters who were at perpetual war with 
 her sex, luxury, pride and ignorance, and in this she 
 was superior to all conquerors of antiquity, even to 
 Pompey himself, although he had defeated three 
 great kings — Mithridates, Tigranes and Aristobulus. 
 
 Cicero said of Cornelia, the mother of the Grac- 
 chi, "if the name of woman had not distinguished 
 her she had deserved the best place among philoso- 
 phers, because he had never heard such wise sen- 
 tences proceed from any mortal creature as were 
 contained in her writings." She was, withal, full 
 of the grace and tenderness of the most sensitive 
 woman, added to mental endowments rare in man. 
 
 These are some of the many distinguished women 
 who shed the radiance of their genius upon the world 
 
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 in an age when education was confined to a few, and 
 generally the male sex. 
 
 A parallel character in modern times, was Helen 
 Ghika Massalsky, a Russian princess. Mons. Du- 
 chanel, critic of the Journal des Debats, at that 
 time said of her, "each one of her books would suf- 
 fice for the reputation of a man." She was invested 
 by the Greeks with the citizenship of Greece for her 
 efforts in behalf of Candia, which she assisted to 
 throw off the oppressor's yoke. This was the first 
 time the honor was bestowed on a woman. Yet 
 hers was a lonely life and she felt the trials of a 
 mind isolated by greatness. She was singularly 
 gifted by nature with mental and physical superior- 
 ity, and united in an unusual degree masculine 
 strength of character, grasp of thought and love of 
 research, joined to an ardent and impassioned love 
 of the grand, the true, and the beautiful. The sex 
 that has once produced such women is rich in ma- 
 terial for the development of many more like them. 
 How eloquent the example they have set us ! What 
 proof of capability they give us to hurl at that 
 skepticism which discourages the intellectual eman- 
 cipation of women by questioning her capacity to 
 enter into the "holy of holies ,, of the most arduous 
 and comprehensive mental labors. These are 
 enough examples to stimulate and animate our souls 
 for all time, and impel us to a persistent and cour- 
 
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 ageous combat, which the world will in time favor 
 and sanction. 
 
 The woman of noble and receptive mind may, by 
 industrious study, approximate these standards, but 
 it is only genius which can equal them. By a fervor 
 that glows, a calm power of the will and unceasing 
 effort that will keep it at a steady heat, she may 
 accomplish what she desires. To do this, let us see 
 what is required of her. 
 
 Locke taught that the extensive culture of the 
 intellectual, as well as the physical, and the soul, 
 was the method by which he hoped to bring out the 
 grandest and noblest product of the creature. This 
 solitary flash of light from the brain of the great 
 metaphysician, gives us the lesson we should learn 
 and teach. Guizot tells us that "civilization is not 
 the simple idea of social well-being, but the develop- 
 ment of man himself." In other words, the expres- 
 sion of the faculties of the mind develops the intel- 
 lect, the God-like in man, everything which improves 
 the social. 
 
 To be, then, an elevating influence, the corrector 
 of the grave imperfections of the social system, 
 woman must qualify herself in all earnestness and 
 sincerity, for this great object. To cope successfully 
 with prejudice, she must be well-equipped, full 
 panoplied, armed for attack as well as defense. 
 
 Men love to aim lightly- feathered arrows of scorn 
 
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 and ridicule at the "pretensions" of woman, and at 
 present her armor has many vulnerable points. We 
 must conclude, then, that great knowledge and physi- 
 cal culture constitute the rounded perfection of the 
 human creature. This is the chord, which struck, 
 yields eternal music. A symphony, which moves in 
 melody over the surface of our existence here, and 
 in another world will be heard echoing forever. 
 These forces fill the whole earth, the world about 
 us, and that mysterious world of the future, which is 
 surrounded by impervious shadows. 
 
 In Ecclesiastes we find this thought : "Knowledge 
 is the greatest ornament of a rational soul ; yet, that 
 hath its troubles, for in much wisdom there is much 
 grief, and he that increaseth wisdom increaseth 
 sorrow." 
 
 It has its troubles, for the reason that it is not 
 attained without great pain and difficulties, with- 
 out laborious and diligent research and vast per- 
 plexities. It increases sorrow, for whether we con- 
 sider the blindness of our undertakings, or the intri- 
 cacies of things themselves, the many dark recesses 
 of nature, or the implications of causes and effects, 
 or those accidental difficulties which are occasioned 
 by the subtlety and entanglement of error, the vari- 
 ety of intricate opinions, or the many involutions 
 of controversies and disputes which we encounter, 
 we are apt to be whirled about with a vertigo of con- 
 
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 trary probabilities, which, instead of settling, puzzle 
 us. 
 
 What wide sympathies, what high desires are in- 
 spired by a love of learning! It expands the intel- 
 lect, confirms all general principles of law, elucidates 
 the natural and metaphysical mysteries of the world ; 
 and blesses and enriches the mind which embraces 
 it. Ignorance means superstition, rust, decay. 
 Knowledge is life-giving, Genius crowns philosophic 
 and scientific experiment with the glory of success. 
 What happiness women may hope for so long as the 
 rewards of wisdom are held forth to invite and en- 
 courage intellectual industry! 
 
 There is a great advance-guard of pioneer women, 
 whose ample breadth of sense and soul are the na- 
 tion's proudest boast, marching even now to victory ; 
 and they are giving daily pledges that the threshold 
 of Ignorance among women has been passed. Ama- 
 teurism in educational methods has been abolished; 
 and it is bringing forth a thousand-fold of good 
 thoughts and noble deeds, which shall lift their sex 
 into a nobler existence. Culture is a rare mental 
 alchemy which transmutes dross into pure gold ; and 
 it calls for habits, first, of the investigation of sub- 
 jects of great and enduring importance; and, sec- 
 ondly, the study of books, that in tone of thought, 
 possess depths of learning which will stir the facul- 
 ties to their utmost. 
 
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 Woman should do everything to strengthen and 
 encourage the intellectual and physical powers. If 
 she obeys the laws of culture by employing all the 
 healthful agencies it prescribes, by systematic train- 
 ing, studious deliberation, and analyzing processes of 
 thought, they will insure an expansion and invigora- 
 tion of all the faculties, and kindly response of the 
 mind that will recompense her for all her pains; 
 for a large culture gives command of all the mental 
 powers, and is useful not so much for the facts it has 
 stored, as the effect of the learning faculty devel- 
 oped. 
 
 If the mind is exercised and given scope upon 
 the infinite diversity of forms and colors, sights and 
 sounds and substances in the every-day world, the 
 perception will become more acute ; the languid mind 
 awakened, the body developed, the soul freer, and 
 the whole woman, nobler, purer and grander. When 
 this is accomplished, she will then be fitted to in- 
 struct and guide the world up to the highest alti- 
 tudes of wisdom and virtue. In these modern days 
 of luxury and dissipation, as well as high mental 
 development in woman, the greater part of her sex 
 squander golden moments in worse than idleness. 
 If the majority of women go out into life without 
 fixity of purpose ; without learning, with no powers 
 for good in mind or heart; if they are satisfied to be 
 pensioners on others for every intellectual enjoy- 
 
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 ment, or if their days and nights are spent in steady, 
 unrelaxing pursuit of pleasure ; their minds dwarfed, 
 their hearts indurated, their souls dying, the divinity 
 in their nature asleep, is there not so much more 
 reason why the few whose aspirations lead them 
 "into a diviner ether, an ampler air" for pure 
 breaths of wisdom and goodness, should bestir them- 
 selves through example, through noble thoughts 
 printed in papers, magazines, and the more lasting 
 form of books, in the work of purging the world 
 of dross, believing that "the administrations of the 
 affairs of this world is a God-like work;" and a 
 problem in the solution of which woman will not be 
 an insignificant factor? 
 
 I wish I could impress on women that the charm 
 which most attracts and holds is mental and moral 
 beauty — a slow, self-disclosing beauty of the mind, 
 unfolding like a flower, and giving pure and lasting 
 delight. The love inspired by this influence is more 
 lasting, more real, than any simple homage to the 
 graces of the body alone. 
 
 In view of all that shall be required at the hands 
 of woman by God and man, she should endeavor to 
 find what are the true and abiding laws to direct her 
 in selecting that which is pure and genuine for her 
 guidance. There is the law of kindness. 
 
 In assailing Cant in all its myriad disguises, in 
 attacking follies, ignorance and vice in all their 
 
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 forms, is there any other power so potent ? A spirit 
 of love, justice and moderation will overcome the 
 most stubborn evil. Every soul that lives knows 
 the balm of sympathy, and the most wicked heart 
 that throbs feels it swell beneath the soothing touch 
 of pity. 
 
 I am not a believer in woman's suffrage. Her 
 sphere is different from man's, and her particular 
 duty is to instruct her sons wisely and to instil into 
 them high ideals, and in this way use her influence 
 for the bettering of politics. 
 
 Woman is to purify the press, that "distinctive 
 and remarkable feature of modern literature." 
 
 In journalism, she has already distinguished her- 
 self; but the custom of publishing, and the habit of 
 reading the columns of vice and crime, filling the 
 daily papers, should be discouraged by her with all 
 the strength of her will. 
 
 We live in a world of beauty and gladness. It is 
 a sort of half-ruined heaven; but it is an Elysian 
 into which a dark and tumultuous sea is eternally 
 rolling in, to lay low the blooming flowers of tran- 
 quility and drown the rich harvests of joy. It is a 
 world full of fancies and imagination. 
 
 Let woman struggle to translate these images 
 into something better. Let her tell the world that 
 all this we shall have in some higher form ; that all 
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 its outward form is corruption, there is mind, there 
 is soul in it. We know that after all is attained, we 
 are dissatisfied. 
 
 When we have reached into the hidden secrets of 
 matter, and learned to control and direct its laws, 
 we then set mind and spirit to work to get one 
 glimpse into the grand mystery of immortality — but, 
 the shadows never lessen, the veil is never lifted to 
 mortal vision. 
 
 All this world has to give will pass away, but 
 wisdom will remain with us. Let woman's be the 
 joyful task to point the race to that higher life 
 which shall develop the loftiest attributes of the 
 mind and soul, and set the world at variance 
 with ignorance and sin, two monsters which meet 
 us upon the threshold of life, ever stalk before us, 
 follow after us, walk beside us, and will lay their 
 blighting hand upon the world, so long as time shall 
 last. 
 
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The Hidden Self 
 
 "One day lights all to-morrow with its flame 
 And all our years catch colors from an hour." 
 
 Among all the surprises of life, I think the great- 
 est, are those arising from the glimpses we some- 
 times get of the true natures of people with whom 
 we have long been intimate. I have had so many 
 of these surprises that I begin to think that all 
 the real part of the people in this world is the 
 unseen. That we do not know men, but only 
 phantasms, which we call by men's names; that the 
 true central individuality of almost any man is hid- 
 den from us. We associate with a person for 
 months, perhaps for years, we speak freely to him, 
 and he speaks freely to us; we are acquainted with 
 his opinions, tastes and sentiments, and we think 
 we know him thoroughly, but at last, after many 
 days, a moment of real revelation arrives, and we, 
 all at once, become aware of hidden depths of 
 thought, emotions or passions whose existence we 
 had never suspected. 
 
 The effects of such a revelation upon our esti- 
 mate of our friend's character, are not merely 
 mechanical but chemical, also. Not only is an edi- 
 
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 tion made to our previous knowledge, but by that 
 edition, the whole of our previous knowledge is 
 transformed. It is not only that a stone has been 
 added to a heap, which can, at most but make the 
 heap bigger, it is rather that a vial of acid has been 
 emptied into a goblet of alkali, which sparkles for 
 a moment, and is changed forever. 
 
 When, in the history of a friendship, such a mo- 
 ment comes, the sayings and doings of past years, 
 which seemed common-place become strongly signi- 
 ficant; and those which appeared inexplicable, gain 
 charms in the revealing light. The moody melan- 
 choly, which clouded that summer evening long ago, 
 those wild words, uttered beneath the winter moon, 
 the unaccountable speech, the more unaccountable 
 silences; a hundred things we had forgotten, flash 
 into the memory with their interpretation written 
 upon their faces. The rationale of this is somewhat 
 complicated. Words, too, are coarse, in comparison 
 with the subtle elements of human nature here in- 
 volved. One of the great things to be remembered, 
 is, that it is spiritually impossible for anyone to 
 reveal himself, his inner nature, except to certain 
 persons, and even to them, it is impossible, except at 
 certain times. If I wish to do so, I can reveal to any 
 person, at any time, such portions of my nature as 
 I possess in common with all those by whom I am 
 surrounded ; — but those portions which in a manner, 
 
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 make me forever a unique personality, in the great 
 universe of souls, I can disclose only to my spiritual 
 kindred. Even to them I can never reveal myself 
 completely; though they may be able to see enough 
 for appreciation and comprehension; and not even 
 are we known to ourselves, so great are the abysmal 
 depths of individual personality. In the profound 
 contemplation of our own nature we are baffled by 
 the mystery which surrounds its creation, its work- 
 ings, and its final destiny. No man can thoroughly 
 know another ; and a deeper truth is, no man knows 
 himself. There is a common humanity we recognize 
 in every man, there is also an individuality which 
 inevitably acts as a concealing veil, and hinders us 
 from seeing the mental, moral and spiritual features 
 of our friends. 
 
 Humanity is comprehensive, individuality is iso- 
 lating. There is always something in our neighbor 
 which we do not see, and which, if we did see, we 
 should not understand. We know a man in propor- 
 tion as his nature is one with our own ; and we can 
 never estimate aright the character of the ministers, 
 until we know something of the master in whose 
 service they stand and wait. Some men are invisi- 
 ble to us, because we are ignorant of the events 
 which have left an imprint upon them forever. They 
 can only be seen in the light cast upon them by the 
 story of a life. These are those who can look back 
 
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 to some seemingly uneventful moment in their his- 
 tory, a moment which is nevertheless, branded into 
 their memories by the hand of a strange destiny, and 
 looking back, can see that it was the supreme mo- 
 ment, which spread a mysterious toning of joy or 
 sorrow, or awe, over the color of all future days, 
 which struck the first chord of a faint, yet dear 
 undersong of existence, which once begun, goes 
 on unceasingly, and makes itself heard above the 
 grave or gladsome variations played by the touch 
 of Circumstance, through all after years. A letter 
 is carelessly opened; a chance word drops upon the 
 ear; a strange face is seen for an instant; and 
 though, still, the days go on with the old monotony, 
 there is a subtle, internal change which alters all 
 things; though the landscape is still the same, it is 
 shrouded in a darkness, or flooded with "a light that 
 was never on sea or shore." 
 
 The revelation of a man's real hidden self, is the 
 revelation which is seldom made. We tell, per- 
 haps, what we call our secrets; but they lie outside 
 ourselves, and the great secret of personality remains 
 untold. It is impossible with many, perhaps with all, 
 that it should be told more at the concurrence of 
 certain rare conditions, which are, as I have said, a 
 fitting person, and a fitting time. I say told; nay, 
 it cannot be expressed ; — it must be felt by the spirit 
 which is the indisputable affinity of its own. 
 
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 To the majority of men, we can never show that 
 portion of ourselves, which is deepest and truest, 
 and most really ours. We instinctively feel there 
 is a want of sympathizing receptiveness in them, 
 that would hinder their seeing the pearl, laid at their 
 feet and, in many cases alas! a brutal insensitive- 
 ness, which would only prompt them to crush it 
 beneath their heel. But nature is merciful. It can- 
 not suffer any child of hers to dwell in solitary 
 places forever; and sometimes, in the course of a 
 life, not often, but I dare to believe, always once, we 
 recognize by a divinity-bestowed intuition, the much 
 longed for, the unspeakably, ineffably, precious kin- 
 dred spirit. This intuitive recognition is one of 
 the mysteries of humanity. It is the true love at 
 first sight, when eye does not simply look into eye, 
 but soul gazes into soul. 
 
 There is no appeal against the mystical, delicious 
 thrill of affinity. Of the same order, is the inex- 
 plicable conviction borne in upon us, perhaps by the 
 tones of a voice, or the glance of an eye in a crowded 
 drawing-room, that we are in the presence of a 
 being whose deepest and most hidden experiences 
 have something in common with our own. I think 
 it is always with a feeling of strange delight, and 
 awed curiosity that this conviction comes. Of 
 strange delight, because of the dawning possibility 
 of that self -revelation, without which, life is a con- 
 
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 suming and sometimes maddening loneliness of awed 
 curiosity, because we know that the moment of 
 revelation will be, also, a moment of insight. The 
 recognition will be a mutual one; — "A crossing-line 
 of light from soul to soul" that the dark recesses 
 of another's being are to be lighted up for us with 
 all-revealing flames; that in that hour when two 
 spirits mingle "We shall know, as we are known." 
 Sometimes that hour comes soon; sometimes it tar- 
 ries long; but sooner or later it will come, heralded, 
 perhaps by common-place conversation, into which 
 neither speaker throws his mind, still less his heart, 
 or soul; or perhaps, by those not common-place 
 silences, during which minutes often perform the 
 the work of hours of speech. 
 
 It comes, a beneficent angel, with a double bless- 
 ing under its wings. This unveiling of another's 
 personality when the process is like this is strange, 
 but not really surprising. Feeling runs far in ad- 
 vance of knowledge. We feel that things are true 
 long before we have proven their truth. In like 
 manner we know the story our friend has to tell 
 us, for we have felt its glory upon our spirit, and it 
 seems superfluous, to make it intelligible in words. 
 This speaking of two soul's long seeking each other 
 has all to be made in this peculiar transcendental 
 manner. If only by words we could reveal our- 
 selves, we should remain forever unseen. Words 
 
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 are sometimes inefficient for the full expression of 
 ideas; generally inefficient for the full expression 
 of conditions, by which, I mean those constant states 
 of being, those relations to all other beings which 
 in every person are unique. The deepest things are 
 those which come seldomest to the surface. The 
 undercurrent often runs in a contrary direction to 
 the one which is apparent; and in this matter, the 
 currents of human character resemble those of the 
 ocean. How often do we find in our sorest need in 
 some freind or acquaintance a marvelous tender- 
 ness, which a hard repellant manner has concealed. 
 It needs no great display to make the real man visi- 
 ble to us. A single sentence, sometimes a single 
 glance will begin and complete the work of revela- 
 tion. How many of my acquaintances are to me 
 unseen. Our hands daily meet; our natures do not 
 assimilate; our hearts are strangers; eye looks into 
 eye, but soul hides itself from soul. It must always 
 be so in this land of shadows; there must be in all 
 this great creation, the complement of our own souls. 
 The viewless shade that haunts us has assumed yet 
 no human shape. We sometimes feel it near, and 
 clutch eager hands to grasp the joy; and lo! it is 
 as unreal as the lights and shadows that play upon 
 a wooded hillside. The prize hangs upon a distant 
 peak, seemingly near, just beyond the reach; but 
 receding farther and farther the more the eager 
 
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 pursuer hastens toward it. Supremest hour of our 
 fate, when the beloved comes, our souls mate, and 
 claims us! so long divided! so long unfound! not 
 in wild ecstasy, not with throb of passion, or tumult 
 of soul, but in calm majesty, with quiet smile, will 
 he steer his gentle bark beside our own, full-freighted 
 with golden joys and sweet blossoms of sympathy 
 and blissful hopes, fulfilling all it promised. 
 
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"Be Faithful and True" 
 
 The Fairy of the Silver Lily, a Legend of the 
 Mountain Side, with a Moral. 
 
 A Story for Children. 
 
 (From the Washington Post.) 
 
 ONCE upon a time, high up amid the grasses 
 and the ferns on a mountain side lived a 
 poor woman ; lived as uncheered and unpitied 
 as though she belonged to neither man nor God. 
 There was not only want in the humble cot, but the 
 dreadful mountain fever was there, augmenting the 
 sad calamities of her daily life. 
 
 Notwithstanding this there was neither repining 
 nor despair in the heart of the woman; for though 
 poverty and grief had long ruled her life, over every 
 trial of temper and pride she had been victorious. 
 
 There was more true heroism in one day of her 
 sad existence than in all the bold deeds of chivalry 
 among the courtiers on the mountain beyond, where 
 the towers and battlements of the King's grand 
 castle could be seen through the trees. She thanked 
 heaven hourly that her home had been gladdened 
 and brightened by its most cherished gift to man — 
 love. 
 
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 The golden-haired, blue-eyed child, sitting on the 
 doorstep in the young radiance of the morning 
 sun, which cast a halo of light about her, was the 
 mother's delight, and yet her great care; and the 
 look of tender yearning she turned upon her plainly 
 showed the fear that she might very soon be called 
 upon to leave this beloved child motherless and 
 friendless. 
 
 The fever raging in her veins she knew was bring- 
 ing her daily nearer the end of all pain and sorrow. 
 
 The little Lilias turned her gentle eyes, whose 
 clear glances mirrored the beauty of her soul, toward 
 her mother as she heard the heavy sighs which pro- 
 claimed her suffering. 
 
 "Mother, dear," she said, "do you hear the bird 
 this morning ? He has just come home with some- 
 thing in his bill, and the mother-bird looks as though 
 she would like to fly to meet him. ,, 
 
 "Yes, my child ; I hear the sounds of joy. They 
 are love notes. Love makes perpetual music in the 
 world, and passing through our lives makes them 
 blessed. 
 
 "This is a delightful world, dear, and full of good ; 
 and though it bestows sweet smiles on some and 
 chills others with its pitiless cold, none can be 
 wrapped altogether in its shadow, whose hearts are 
 kept bright and warm with the love we feel and the 
 love we inspire. 
 
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 "Our lives, darling, cannot be entirely dark as 
 long as we are true and faithful to each other. " 
 
 She paused, as if to weigh the next words, that 
 she might so freight them with divine tenderness 
 and gentleness as not to pierce too deeply her 
 daughter's young heart. 
 
 "But," she continued, "my little one, we can never 
 be without love, though the whole world turn from 
 us, the friends die and leave us., for we are ever in 
 God's keeping, and His Almighty arm shall hold us 
 close through life, even unto death, and we can rest 
 upon its firm support in this world as long as we 
 are willing to be upheld by Him. 
 
 "We have some time to say farewell to all of 
 life, and often we are glad when the time comes 
 to speak it. 
 
 "Hearts grow very hard and cold from selfish- 
 ness. 
 
 "Vanity overcomes the purest soul, and leads 
 along a flowery path to ruin. 
 
 "The way of falsehood and deceit is planted with 
 thorns and nettles, and will wound tender natures; 
 then, my own sweet child, every day of our lives, 
 we should sweep all such evils from our minds, and 
 keep our souls fair and pure." 
 
 Lilias, with a startled and distressed air, turned to 
 her; for, although her mother often sowed the seed 
 of some good principle in her daughter's mind, after 
 
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 this fashion, the poor, young thing felt there was 
 more in the words than the mere lesson they 
 taught. 
 
 ''Mother, you are not going to leave me," she 
 cried. "You have always told me if I were faithful 
 and true God would never forget me; ah! What 
 have I done that He should desert me now? 
 
 "I am not afraid, and you must try to believe, too, 
 that in some way we will get help." 
 
 She bravely kept back the tears, and tried, by 
 every loving artifice, to bring a smile to her mother's 
 pale, sad face; but she had long since drained the 
 wells of her own hopefulness, to feed the exhausted 
 fountain which age and disappointment had dried 
 up in her mother's heart. 
 
 How, indeed, was her beautiful child to be de- 
 livered from misery and want? This precious 
 little flower, which had bloomed forth so brightly 
 amid the dark surroundings, and made a paradise of 
 the barrenness around her; and how could she but 
 shudder at the thought that the very loveliness of 
 form and character might be her destroyer. 
 
 "Yes, darling, I will try to hope for your sake, 
 and only for your sake, am I unresigned; but if it 
 is God's will, it must be right, you know. 
 
 "Little wayside flowers like you must oftentimes 
 be covered with the dust of the highway. It may 
 be you will be trampled upon, but like the spray 
 
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 of balm we sometimes see pressed under careless 
 feet, may you give out the fragrance of noble and 
 loving thoughts, as it gives out healing odors when 
 bruised." 
 
 * * * * 
 
 After a weary day for mother and child, the de- 
 clining sun, rich and glowing, sent its last sinking 
 rays over the river below, and lit up the little garden, 
 and the pale face of the despairing girl who 
 watched it. 
 
 The pretty, simple mountain flowers she had 
 planted were blooming freshly in their beds; the 
 cooing note of the mother-bird trembled on the air, 
 as she sat on the cosy nest in the tree above. The 
 trees seemed to shiver in the fresh wind which came 
 moaning up the valley, and touched the river into 
 greater beauty, as it curled and rippled beneath 
 its breath. 
 
 The heart of sad little Lilias grew heavier, and 
 the tears began to fall, in spite of her wish to be 
 brave. The piece of dry bread she ate was all the 
 food she had tasted the whole day, and it was with 
 difficulty she swallowed it, for the bitter sobs she 
 was trying to repress were choking her. 
 
 "Oh!" she thought, "if I might only go with 
 her, my darling mother, to heaven, where there are 
 none friendless, nor poor, nor sick. 
 
 "Oh! dear Father in heaven, do remember me." 
 
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 The sun disappeared behind the opposite moun- 
 tain, and twilight was settling down upon the world. 
 No longer able to control her grief, Lilias sat sob- 
 bing, with her face in her hands. 
 
 Suddenly she heard a plaintive voice : 
 
 "My child, why art thou grieved?'' 
 
 Looking up, she beheld a little old woman leaning 
 against the tree, and the dim eyes were gazing piti- 
 fully upon her. 
 
 She arose and began to move hastily away, but 
 in the tremulous tones of age the poor creature said : 
 
 "I am faint with hunger; I have not eaten for 
 more than a day ; in mercy give me food and drink." 
 
 All Lilias' fears passed away at these appealing 
 words, and she went quickly into the house and 
 brought her last loaf of bread and a cup of water. 
 
 "This is all I have, but I have eaten; sit down 
 and rest." 
 
 The old woman ate the simple food with eager- 
 ness, and with many thanks began to arise, saying: 
 
 "I am stronger now, and must travel on." 
 
 "Oh! no; do not go," cried the child. "My 
 mother is very ill — we are all alone, and it is late, 
 and you are weak and tired." 
 
 "Thanks, my dear, I accept your kindness. I can 
 at least relieve the loneliness of your watch." 
 
 Lilias led the way into the cot, where her mother 
 lay in a stupor from fever and exhaustion. She 
 
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 brought a chair for her aged guest, and said gently : 
 
 "Rest here until I prepare a place for you to 
 sleep." 
 
 This soon accomplished, she took the odd looking 
 creature into the chamber adjoining and pointing 
 to a pallet of shawls and and blankets, she said: 
 "This is the very best I can do; but it is not so 
 hard as it looks." 
 
 As Lilias was about to leave, she put out a de- 
 taining hand, and said : "Get me a bowl, fill it with 
 white river sand, and bring me some fresh water 
 from the spring." 
 
 The little maiden obeyed, wonderingly ; and when 
 she had brought them, watched her with eager in- 
 terest as she drew from a deep black bag a small 
 bulb. She buried it in the shining sand, sprinkled 
 it with the water, and as she did so chanted these 
 singular words : 
 
 "Silver lily, sweet and rare, 
 
 Ere another day shall dawn 
 Let thy fragrant bloom appear, 
 
 Fresh and beauteous as the morn, 
 To thee, Candida the Fair, 
 
 For faithful maid I lift the prayer." 
 
 Lilias, with wide open eyes — and her fears all 
 returned at the curious words of the old woman — 
 took the bowl and set it on the window sill, afraid 
 
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 to look around, not knowing what might meet her 
 eyes. 
 
 As she was about to leave the room again, her 
 new friend said: 
 
 "Stay a moment; I wish to say something to you. 
 I wish to thank you for your thoughtful kindness, 
 and to tell you that the humblest effort to do good is 
 not worthless. Like the loaf of bread and cup of 
 water you gave me, our offerings are considered 
 by the wisdom of a Divine love. What it lacks in 
 value does not affect the result it will have in His 
 sight. 
 
 "It works in those who make the gift the highest 
 good. It deepens the sympathies and opens the heart 
 to the power of loving better ; for it is love which is 
 God's greatest boon to man. 
 
 "Be faithful and true, and you will always find 
 that love which is sure and faithful, and your heart's 
 desire will ever be given you." 
 
 As Lilias lay down beside her mother she remem- 
 bered that twice that day the same words had been 
 spoken to her, "be faithful and true;" and a peace 
 and calm stole into her heart; the clouds seemed 
 clearing away, and sleep soon came to the sweet 
 tired eyes. 
 
 She was awakened very early the following morn- 
 ing by her mother's voice, calling to her in eager 
 tones : "Get up, dear child, and see what is the deli- 
 
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 cious fragrance that fills the room. It seems to give 
 me strength and hope. It is life-giving odor from 
 heaven." 
 
 Lilias sprang up quickly in alarm; but in a mo- 
 ment her own senses were almost overpowered by 
 the perfume. 
 
 She ran to the room where she had left the queer 
 little woman, but she was nowhere to be seen. 
 
 "Oh! Mother, where is the brown old woman I 
 left sleeping in the other room last night?" 
 
 "You are dreaming, my dear; no one has been 
 here." 
 
 "Oh, yes, I brought in an old dried-up woman, 
 made a bed for her, and she gave me — oh ! it is, it is 
 the flower she planted that smells so sweet ; and dear 
 Mother," she cried, with clasped hand, and tearful 
 eyes, "you will live." 
 
 She ran in haste to the window and there burst 
 upon her wondering gaze the delicate florescence of 
 the silver lily. The slender flower crowned the state- 
 ly stem, clothed with glossy leaves, and flooded the 
 room with a penetrating fragrance more powerful 
 than any flower the world had ever seen. 
 
 "Oh, Mother! it is a fairy lily. It could never 
 have grown in a single night if it were not, and its 
 perfume will bring you life and health, and fortune 
 to us both. The old woman was no real old woman, 
 but a powerful fairy." 
 
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Prose and Verse 
 
 She took up the bowl, handling it like some holy 
 relic. She kissed the waxen petals; and no sooner 
 did her lips touch them, than a tiny creature, an 
 inch high, appeared from the lily's heart, and stood 
 upon the fragrant rim. Her dress and wings were 
 of transparent gauze, and a golden light shone 
 through her form, and a halo of brightness encircled 
 her head. In a faint voice, but sweet as a summer 
 zephyr, and more than human in its musical soft- 
 ness, she said — 
 
 "From the airy regions of space I come ; 
 Above the earth I have my home. 
 
 Above the stars that nightly whirl 
 In solemn courses round the sun — 
 
 Above the clouds, which float and curl 
 Their fleecy softness round the moon; 
 Above these scenes of guilt and woe, 
 Of crimes and sorrows here below, 
 A place where pain nor death shall come— 
 'Tis there I have my radiant home. 
 Great Candida, the fair ! 
 The friend of all the pure in heart, 
 The just, the faithful, and the true; 
 And I am come, sweet maid, to you. 
 I bring thee health, and wealth, and joy. 
 Then from no virtue e'er depart, 
 Thy life shall then, with color bright 
 And days with melody be filled. 
 The sun shall shine with fairest light, 
 
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 Thy sorrows be forever stilled, 
 And all thy heart's desires be given — 
 For pure and faithful hast thou been, 
 And o'er thy future I shall reign." 
 
 The sweet words thrilled Lilias to the soul, and 
 she looked with awe upon the mingled grace and 
 dignity of the fairy queen. 
 
 Before she could recover sufficiently from her 
 astonishment to reply men rushed by in headlong 
 haste, breathless and panting, crying aloud : 
 
 "The King's son is lost!" 
 
 "Who has seen the King's son ?" 
 
 The fairy Candida listened for an instant to the 
 uproar, which now grew louder as the courtiers, 
 with the King at their head, came dashing along the 
 mountain path. 
 
 "Go bring the King to me, little maid," she said ; 
 "he shall find his son through me alone." 
 
 Lilias ran out and hailed the King. 
 
 "Come with me, sire, and your son shall be re- 
 stored to you." 
 
 "Take care, my child," said he, "how you deceive 
 me. My heart is very sore. Why do you lead the 
 way to the hut? Is my son there? Does he live? 
 Is he well?" 
 
 "No, sire ; he is not there, but there is one within 
 who can tell you where he may be found." 
 
 The King followed her, bidding his courtiers re- 
 
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 main without. He entered the poor hut, but saw 
 nothing but the sick woman sitting upright, the 
 flush of fever gone from her cheek, her strength 
 returned, and the light of happiness beaming in her 
 eyes. He turned to her eagerly, but at that instant 
 the penetrating odor of the magic flower became so 
 strong that he abruptly demanded what it was. His 
 eyes grew softer and alight with hope, the color re- 
 turned to his face, the despairing frown disappeared 
 from his brow, and it seemed as if some beneficent 
 power had all at once lifted his heart into a region 
 of delight. 
 
 "Tell me," he cried, "what is the fragrance that 
 permeates my very soul, and changes my whole 
 nature ?" 
 
 Then the soft voice of the fairy broke the silence. 
 
 "Turn thou, and hear what I shall say to thee; 
 Who mocks and scoffs at all that's good and true 
 Thou cruel, hardened son of sin and crime ! 
 Take heed that what I shall demand of you 
 Be now obeyed, and in all future time, 
 Or thy son's face thou never more shalt see, 
 Think not all things are subject unto thee; 
 Some day thou must to that Great Power yield, 
 
 Which rules the earth and all the world in space; 
 Thy heartless, selfish life has well nigh sealed 
 
 The fate of him — the last of all thy race. 
 Forsake thy sins, and vow thyself to me, 
 
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 And I will give thee strength, and joy, and peace. 
 Where poverty and mis'ry now abide, 
 Where fear and danger in thy kingdom reign, 
 
 Will wealth, and bliss, and hope in full flood tide, 
 And happiness, with all her bounteous train 
 Of blessings rare, shall bring thee sweet release 
 From all the passions of thy darkened soul; 
 
 For thou shalt lift the burden and the care 
 From off the hearts of many a sorrowing son 
 
 Of toil, who labors long, for but a pittance bare — 
 His task, though bitter, when 'tis haply done, 
 
 Shows him no prospect of a brighter goal. 
 Subdue thy passions, chide thy fierce desires; 
 
 Listen with patience to the poor man's plea. 
 Make glad the widow's and the orphan's heart; 
 
 Be merciful and just and ever flee 
 Temptation to forswear thy noble heart, 
 
 Which to be held may need the chast'ning fires 
 Of grief, which turns from out the soul of man 
 
 All dross and leaves it fit for that bright land, 
 Where happy spirits dwell, and angel lyres 
 
 Celestial music make, a holy band." 
 
 Joy, love, and terror, chased each other across 
 his face. His eyes had been glued on the lovely fairy 
 queen as though some power had held him spell- 
 bound. They could not turn his gaze from her. 
 
 Clasping his hands, he stood before her with tears 
 of remorse and repentance in his softened eyes, and 
 in trembling tones cried out: 
 
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Prose and Verse 
 "Great power, I yield." 
 
 "Follow thou, then, whe'er this fragrance leads, 
 And thy sweet child in safety shalt thou find. 
 I will henceforth, in all the years to come, 
 Watch ever faithfully o'er thee and thine. 
 This flower will die; I shall depart to roam 
 O'er worlds afar, where mortal ken may read 
 The bliss and glory they foretell, though faint, 
 Prepared by God for each redeemed saint. 
 Never forget thou'rt pledged my will to do, 
 And to thyself be 'faithful then, and true.' " 
 
 The fairy disappeared, the lily slowly faded, and 
 dropped from its stem ; but like a column of incense 
 the fragrance arose and enveloped the King. 
 
 He extended his hands toward the spot where 
 the beautiful presence had been, and cried : 
 
 "Oh! thou bright vision, even as thou diest away 
 before me, wan and voiceless, the sense of what thou 
 hast left in my heart, wilt hold me captive forever! 
 
 "Thy blessed promises linger in my ear; sweet 
 words which floated with such ethereal softness from 
 thy lips. 
 
 "Exquisite being ! thy willing slave I shall ever be. 
 
 "Be always near to guide and save me." 
 
 With bowed head the King left the hut, and 
 called to his waiting courtiers to follow him up the 
 mountain side. 
 
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 They looked with amazement at the changed 
 countenance of their master, but silently obeyed his 
 command. 
 
 The rich perfume, like a pillar of cloud, led him 
 up the mountain, over dangerous steeps, into the 
 deepest wilds of the forest. 
 
 Under the shade of a great tree, with eyes set, 
 and lips close drawn, deadly pale, sat the boy, watch- 
 ing a serpent which moved towards him. 
 
 The forked tongue was drawn in and out, the 
 fatal hiss cut the still air, the lithe body began to 
 coil in horrid folds, when suddently he reared his 
 full length and fell dead. 
 
 The lily's odor had reached and destroyed him 
 ere the father's hand could be stretched out to rescue 
 his child. 
 
 * * afe * 
 
 Many years have passed since then. Lilias is 
 happy in the King's great castle. Her loveliness and 
 virtues won the heart of the King's son, and the 
 King, in giving them his marriage blessing, in- 
 voked that of the lily queen, whose beautiful image 
 was enshrined in his heart. The land is full of 
 prosperity and joy. Happy peasants till the ample 
 fields, happy faces look out from the doorways of 
 the poor — and gratitude and content reign in the 
 heart of the King. 
 
 Moral— Be "faithful and true/' and let love be 
 
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Prose and Verse 
 
 the supreme guiding power of your life, and like 
 Lilias, you, too, shall be received into the household 
 of the King of Kings. 
 
 108 
 
Brandy's Story 
 
 I 
 
 «"|[S this old Brandy?" 
 
 "Who dat callin' er me? S'cuse me, sah; 
 I didn't know 'twas er genelmun speakin. 
 I ain't much spry aim dese ole laigs now, sah, so 
 please to s'cuse mer not gittin' up, an ef it's ole 
 Brandy yers er seekin', I'se de man; un ef yer has 
 cnny bizness wid me, Keziah 'ull git yer er cheer. 
 
 "I doan' know yer, moster; I'se gittin' nigh awn 
 to er hundud, sah, un I knows de soun uv ev-vy 
 voice 'bout yere, un mer ole eyes is mighty nigh 
 sunk ter de back uv mer haid, un mer teef is all 
 gone; but I hain' never herrn ner seed yer fo' dis, 
 sah. 
 
 "Dats my name, do', sah, 'Brandy,' das de name 
 mer Moster gin me way back yonner ter ole Norf 
 Kulliner. He wuz er gret han' fur ole Nash 
 Brandy, wuz moster, er gret han' ter meek it, un 
 ter drink it. Yah, yah, yah-h-h ! 
 
 "I kin see 'im now, er gittin' up yerly in de maun- 
 dy fo' sun up, un walkin' fas' ter de little rum whar 
 he in mosly set, whar de sidebode wuz wid de licker, 
 un de lump sugar, un de pitcher er watter wuz alius 
 settin' ready ter han'. 
 
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Prose and Verse 
 
 "I useter meek de fiah, un shine de dog-iuns un 
 shubbul un tongs, un red de hyath; un I wuz sho' 
 ter be dar jis in de nick er time whin he come in. 
 My name wuz John, den ; but one day moster come 
 in er 1-e-etle after me; un he say 7 onn > somebody bin 
 er stealin' my brandy; what does you know erbout 
 it?' 
 
 " 'Stealin' er brandy, sah?' I sez. 'I ham' seed 
 no brandy sence dat las' drap yer gin me fo' yer 
 went to cote. Whar's de brandy, enny how ?' 
 
 'Yer orter seed Moster den! His eyes wuz ez 
 blue ez er gander, un dey jis twinkle in his haid 
 same ez er star er winken'; but he meek his voice 
 powerful mad-lack. 
 
 " Whar's de brandy, yer black rogue? Why, de 
 mos' uv it is in yo' stummick. Yer did'n' know ez 
 how I come home fum cote las' night, did yer, John? 
 Un yer thought dat I'd furgit how much I lef in de 
 banter fo' I git back; but, ole man, de rum smell 
 lack nuthin' but brandy.' 
 
 "Lawd, sah, how I was ketched! Dat wuz er 
 Gawd's trufe; but I hilt out, un I say: 'Moster, dat 
 Nash brandy er yo'n, sah, is all-fiahed sweet-smellin ; 
 stuff ennywhar, e'b'n fo' yer draws der stopper. I 
 tell yer, sah, how hit is. Yer h'ain hed none fur er 
 day er two, un yer furgit how strong un good hit 
 smelt.' 
 
 "Moster nuver say er nuther word; but atter dat 
 
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 sayin' er mine, he say he never gwine call me nuthin' 
 but 'Brandy'; un he didn't nuther: but shur! dem 
 air chillum bouten yere, un tehole Norf Culliner; 
 dey knows dat ain' my righten name. 
 
 "Does I 'member Miss Is'bel? Does I? Gret 
 Gawd, moster, who is you ennyhow? Is you 
 knowed 'er! 
 
 "Yer ky-arn' be none er dem nabur boys what 
 n'useter be 'bout yere, caze you is white h'y'ar'd un 
 wrinkledy faced. 
 
 "Yer say sorrer gin 'm ter yer? 
 
 "Lawd, sah, den dis ole haid er mine orter hed 
 be lack dat cott'n patch fur white, un mer face lack 
 Kiziah's ole wood washbode. Sorrer ! yer ain' lackly 
 ter hed mo'n my white folks un me, caze what trub- 
 ble dem trubble me. I sot er sto' by my ole mos' un 
 mis', un dat little gal chile er d'eirn. Dey is all 
 gaun, un dey lef me yere, un I'se been lonesome lack 
 y'ever sence. Yer didn' know my moster un mistis? 
 Well, yer missed er heap. 
 
 "My Miss n'useter say whin de niggers steal un 
 lie, un sarve de debul gin'ully. 'Mister Ross, dey's 
 no mo'n chillun; doan be too hard awn 'em. I 
 cood'n look my Gawd in de face, ef I mustreats de 
 
 lack er dem.' 
 
 "She n'useter git in de ca'iage, wid de gray hauses, 
 un dey er prancin', un ev'vything er shinin', un Si- 
 mon, he er settin' up dar wid glubs aun his ole 
 
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Prose and Verse 
 
 black rusty nans', er lookin' lack he own de whole 
 on 'em! 
 
 "Un den Mahaley, she'nd come out un fetch er 
 baskit ; er gret big un, too ; un yer'd see Simon turn 
 dem hauses thow de big gate inter de main road, un 
 we knowed Mis' wuz boun' fur de planashun whar 
 de quarters wuz, ter c'y'ar de sick uns sup'n good, 
 un ter see how dey wuz er gittin' on in de hospittul. 
 Caze Moster he done put one up, part fur de 
 women, un part fur de men. Ole mam' Lishy, she 
 un ole omun Lurany, dey done de tendin'. 
 
 "Mis' say, whin Miss Is'bel ax er why she doan 
 let do oberseer's wife see 'bout dat (un I kin see 
 Mis's saf brown eyes t'well yit, wid 'er heart er 
 shinin' in 'em) : 'My darter,' she say, 'dey is my 
 keer. De Laud, He let 'em come inter my keepin', 
 bofe soul un body, un I'se sponsbul fur 'em, not de 
 obserseer's wife.' Un den Miss Is'bel she say : 'Ma' 
 you is so good, un so many 'pens on you fur ev'ry 
 thing; I doan know what we' ud do if you wuz 
 ter die.' 
 
 "I wuz stannin' by un I say, 'Miss Is'bel, for 
 Gawd's sake doan talk 'bout dat! Doan call DefFs 
 name in dis house; he mout hear you.' 
 
 "Yer wan'ner hear 'bout Miss Is'bel? Yer knowed 
 dat chile ? 
 
 "Moster, Moster, sah, hit meeks mer ole eyes feel 
 lack day wuz er runnin' blood, un were blood er 
 
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 turin' to ice whin I thinks 'bout dat little gal. 'Sah, 
 she wuz all white un blue un gole. Her skin wuz 
 pint-blank lack dem roses aun dat bush, white cream, 
 un 'er le-etle pinky 'bout de cheeks un chin some- 
 times, but in gin'nilly she wuz mighty pale; un de 
 doctur he wuz fear'd dar wuz sup'n nuther ail'did 
 her heart. E'b'n de little mouf wuz mosly pale- 
 lack. 
 
 "I useter tell Mis' ef she'd cut, awf some er dat 
 yaller hy'y'ar er hangin' low her wais', hit 'd hep 
 'er. Hit wuz jis ez yaller! un shiny, lack gole; un 
 wavy lack Prince's mane (dat wuz Moster's ridin' 
 hause). Her eyes dey wuz blue lack Moster's, but 
 dey wuz lonesome lack, un sof lack Miss, un Lawd, 
 how we niggers did love dat chile ! 
 
 "Ise n'useter say Mis' ain gwine raise 'er, coze 
 she lack er sper't now. 
 
 "Sho' nuff, she did'n mo'n raise 'er, coze she die 
 when she wur sebenteen yur ole ; but ole moster wuz 
 daid ; done kilt in the y'army, un Mis', she wuz daid 
 too; un de debul wuz turn loose in dis Ian', un my 
 po' little Miss Is'bel, one er his imps he come er 
 long, un he temp' 'er; un whin he temp' 'er, un she 
 foun' hit wuz er imp er sa't'n, hit kilt er, sah, but, 
 bless Gawd! she kep' dat little white soul er her'n 
 jis ez pu'or ez er angel; un tuck it long dat way ter 
 Heb'n un her mammy. 
 
 "Lem'me git mer pipe. Naw, naw, sah, thankee 
 
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Prose and Verse 
 
 sah, I doan keer bout no seegyar. I lacks mer ole 
 pipe. 
 
 "Hit's bin season wid backer fur five yur; un hits 
 many de time I sets in de dark, un de tas' lef in it 
 is all de 'backer dar's in it. 
 
 "Ole Mis' she lef me dis house, un ten acre er 
 groun'; un whin de rummertiz ain' too powerful- 
 lack, I wucks it; in un de fence cawners I plants ma 
 'backer. 
 
 "Some times de wums dey gets de bigges' part; 
 un den dat big-foot Jim, he gits his sheer, case he 
 air de nocountes' varmint in all dis range er country, 
 un I tels 'im ef he'd wuck at er corn-crap same ez 
 he wucks at stealin', he'ud nuver wan' fur nuthin'. 
 
 "Yas, Moster, I is er furgit'n 'bout what I 'lowed 
 ter tell yer — but I 'ud lack ter know dis', sah, what 
 bis'ness hits er y'on 'bout Miss Is'bel? My Mis' 
 us'ter tell me fam'ly 'fairs mus' be kep' ter yerself 
 un I hez shet what I knows 'bout my little Mis' in 
 my min', unter nobody hev I y'ever spoke de word 
 'bout what broke 'er heart un kil'ter. 
 
 "Dat po' little heart wuz so' ernuff enny how, un 
 whin dat debul come er speakin' saf un sweet fo 'er, 
 she jis' up un b'leeve ev'vy word he say; un how dat 
 man could er bin de bad un he wuz I c'y'arn meek 
 up my min, caze he wuz, er well-spoke man. He 
 wuz lackly lookin', un Miss Nancy, whin she brung 
 'im yere fum de hospittul, de fus' thing she ax 
 
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 'im is he married. Den he tell 'er he is a single 
 man, un he hed nuver love er 'omun ter de puppus 
 er marriage in his life time. 
 
 "He think Miss Nancy wan'ner know all bouten 
 'im ; un he say, un he say it lack er man what mean 
 it; un his eyes shine, un he look gran-lack un solum, 
 un he ston up un hoi' ter de cheer, un he trimble, 
 caze he wuz mouty weak : 
 
 " 'Mam,' says he, 'I hez er mother un two sis- 
 ters in Muzzurer, un by birf un ideation I is er 
 genTmun; un hits my 'tention. ter be abul ter 
 say when I gits back home dat I not er shame to 
 face 'em.' 
 
 "Miss Nancy, she b'leeve 'im, un I, too. 
 
 "Moster, what wuz dat you say! Hit wuz true?" 
 
 "What does you know 'bout dat time ?" 
 
 "Dat man wuz yo' frien'?" 
 
 "Well, den, sah, lem me tell yer, ef dat man is 
 er livin' 'pun de top up dis earf, you tell him fur 
 me dey is all gone but ole Brandy; un he is nuthin' 
 but er ole haf blin' nigger, but dat dis ole nigger 
 spises 'em; un dars 'im, whin de day er gegermen' 
 come, ter say who hez de bes' right ter face ole mis' 
 un master un de Lawd, wid de tale er how he kep' 
 his faif wid er po' innersen chile, who nuver hed 
 nobody ter take keer on 'er, un is daid in her grave, 
 un is done tole all 'er trubbel fo' dis ter de good 
 Lawd, er layin' aun 'er ma's bres'. 
 
Prose and Verse 
 
 "I sees 'em many er night in mer trabbuls; un 
 whin I gits dar, Mis' un dat little gal's er gwine ter 
 say: 'Come heah un set right at my feet, Brandy, 
 un look de Lawd in de face ; un yer need'n be shame, 
 nuttier;' but how it gwine be wid dat Chall'ner? 
 Why, sah, he gwine git one look er dem 'proachin' 
 eyes er Mis', un he ain' gwine wait fur ter hear 
 what de Lawd say; un he gwine cre-e-p down ter 
 dem regins whar de debul keep, un he gwine be 
 shame tel look eb'n ole Sat'n squr' in de face. 
 
 "Well, ez I wuz er sayin', he moutly cebed his 
 looks, un Miss Nancy un Miss Is'bel, dey wuz er 
 doin' ev'vything ter git 'im well. 
 
 "De chickins wuz er squallin' ev'ry night, for 
 Dinah she hed briled chicken fur brekfus', un chick- 
 in pie fur dinner, t'well one day Miss Is'bel sorter 
 smile, un say, 'Brandy, ax Dinah ef she don' think 
 dar is danger we 'ull sprout fedders ef we keep 
 auner eatin' chickin.' 
 
 "De water milyuns, sah, un de peaches we hed, 
 wuz er caution ; un de cakes ! un, good mussy ! all de 
 good vittuls dey hed, mecks my mouf watter ter 
 min' 'bout dat time, plum 'twell dis day. 
 
 "I hed to bresh de flies awf'n 'im whin he wuz er 
 tecken' er nap, un fetch in cool water fum de spring, 
 un git Miss Is'bel honey fur ter put in some er dat 
 same Nash brandy fur er toddy; un I alius rode ole 
 Poll wid de flop yur, long side on 'em whin dey tuck 
 
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By Claudia Boddie Money- 
 rides in de buggy 'hin' ole Jerrel caze de Yankees 
 had come erlong un tuck all de hauses but dem two, 
 un two ole mules; un one er dem wuz ez blin' ez er 
 bat. 
 
 "Twan't long fo' I seed dat Miss Is'bel wuz gittin' 
 right down happy ergin; un he 'gin ter pearten up 
 right smart; un one day I seed 'im slip his arm 
 'roun' Miss Is'bel's wais'; un de blood come flyin' 
 ter 'er face; un I knowed right den what wuz der 
 matter. 
 
 "Dat night whin I seed 'im walkin' up un down 
 de paf in front er de house er smokin' er seegyar, 
 I walk up ter 'im, un I say: 
 
 " 'Mis'r Chall'ner, I seed you un Miss Is'bel ter- 
 day, un I wants ter ax yer one thing fo' yer goes 
 enny fudder wid dis bizness. Is yer honis' 'bout dis ? 
 I wants ter baig yer ter 'member dat dat lam' is ez 
 good ez one uv Gawd's angels; un dars nobody ter 
 teck 'er part but Miss Nancy, un Miss Is'bel, she kin 
 meek 'er see outen her eyes ev'ry pop.' 
 
 "He look me pint-blank in de face, un his eyes 
 hed no winkin' nur blinkin' in 'em, but dey look 
 mouty nigh ez saf ' ez Miss Is'bel's, un he say : 
 
 " 'Bless yer, ole Brandy, ez Gawd ez my judge, 
 I loves 'er wid all my heart, un' ef love kin meek 
 'er happy, den she'ull nuver know er sorrer,' un I 
 did'n' mistrus' 'im, not er minit. Well, Mis'er 
 Chall'ner he got well, un' he say he must 'er git 
 
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 back ter de reegermint, caze he wuz er Kunnel un' 
 dat Miss Is'bell she must' mar'y 'im. 
 
 "She look mouty shame; but den, Dinah un me, 
 un Miss Nancy, we say it wuz fur de bes', case de 
 times wuz monstous hard, un we wuz all ole, un 
 un so she greed ter it. 
 
 "He didn' hab no good close, but Miss Is'bel un 
 Miss Nancy dey go in de dressin' rum nex' to Miss' 
 and Master's ole room, un dey stay dar er long time, 
 un whin dey come out day eyes wuz all red, un I 
 knowed what dey ud bin er doin'. 
 
 "Miss Nancy, she say, 'Brandy, teck dese close 
 un hang 'en awn de line ter ar;' un sho' 'miff, dey 
 wuz de very close my Moster ston' up in whin he 
 marry Miss Is'bel's ma, un I say, 'What Miss Is'bel 
 gwine ter war?' un she teck me in de rum un she 
 onpin er piece er ole linen sheet un she say: 
 
 "Dat is her Pa's weddin' suit, dese is her blessed 
 Ma's, e'b'n ter de shoes un de silk stockin's; un 
 jis ez dem two looked den, so will dese two look now 
 — un de tears come ter 'er eyes, un I hed to wipe 
 'em outen dese yer ole eyes er mine, too, caze it 
 seem so solum-lack; an jis lack de ole time wuz not 
 so very fur er way ez dey wuz. 
 
 "I wen' out in de yard to hang out dem things, 
 un whin I shuck out de coat, sup'n nur fell out. I 
 picked it up. Hit wuz a le-etle white rose, all dried 
 up; un 'roun' un 'roun' wuz wrop er piece er hy'ar 
 
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By Claudia Boddie Money 
 
 jis like dat on Miss Is'bel's haid; but I knowed 't 
 want her'n. Hit didn' smell nat'ral, un I stuck it 
 back whar it come fum. 
 
 "Arter I got thew, I jes sot down aun one dem 
 benches, unner er magnoly tree, un my sper't hit 
 left my po' ole kearcuss un trabbul back ter de day 
 whin Mos' wo' dem close. 
 
 "I cood'n see nuthin' but Mos's eyes er larffn'; 
 un mis' er lookin' at 'im kin'er sof un sweet, un 
 skeery-lack ; un den I couldn't think er nuthin' nex', 
 but de day dey bring 'im home fum de wah shot in 
 de bres, un he jis hed time to put his wife un little 
 gal inter de keepin' er de good Lawd, un say 'teck 
 keer er Brandy/ un lif his hans un say, 'Lawd Jesus, 
 cebe my sper't,' un he wuz daid ; un den Mis' she 'gin 
 to droop un droop, un woud'n set nowhar but on 
 de een er dat piazza whar she kin see de grave un 
 nuver speak to nobody 'cep' dey ax er sump'n. Den 
 one eb-nin jes ez de sun wuz settin' dar wuz er little 
 streak er light fum it er shinin' on Mos' grave, un 
 hit trabbul on presenly, un at las, hit crep' erlong 
 easy-lack, un den tech my po' Mistis on de face. 
 After while Miss Is'bel she come up ter whar her 
 Ma wuz settin', ez she done ev'ry eb'nin' 'bout dat 
 time, un she says : "Ma, shall we teck our little walk 
 dis eb'nin', un put de roses on our dear un's grave ?' 
 Her Ma did'n anser nuthin'. 
 
 "Den Miss Is'bel tech her face wid 'er lips; 
 
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 un den — un den — Lawd, Moster, sich er cry ! un she 
 drap. Den I run ter 'er, un I see what wuz de 
 matter. My po' Mis' wuz settin' dar in dat cheer, 
 daid! Yes, sah, daid! Un her eyes wuz set right 
 on dat grave; un her face wuz ez white ez de roses 
 dat Miss Is'bel brung ter 'er, dar wuz de light er dat 
 sun er shinin' on it, un dem eyes look ter me ez ef 
 dey hed seed sump'n' fo' Deff struck 'er; un de 
 mouf wuz smilin' same ez ef 'fo' my po' Moster 
 died. Dinah un me tuk Miss Is'bel up un k'y'ar' er 
 ter 'er baid, un den I sont Jim fur de doctor un de 
 preacher, un I tuck de buggy un brung Miss Nancy, 
 Moster's sister, what lib er mile fum yere t' other 
 side er ole Middleton. We lef Mis' settin' dar, un 
 thowed er sheet ober 'er, case I heern say dat hit wuz 
 gin de law ter move er daid body whin dey die dat 
 way, 't'well de magister gin de order. 
 
 "De preacher, Mos' Dan'l Crane, he came fus, 
 un he brung Square Ewan', un presenly come Mos* 
 Tom Jones, de doctur, un he lif de sheet, un de fus' 
 look he gits at mistis he say, 'heart persease.' Den 
 we calls Dinah un Keziah, un me un dem tecks Miss 
 up un puts 'er in 'er baid, un den Miss Nancy come, 
 un Moster, sich er mizzuble time ez we had ! Gawd 
 knows, sah, I did'n know which way ter turn. 
 
 "Yer see, de doctur he say he wuz mouty oneasy 
 'bout Miss Is'bel. He say she wan' none too strong, 
 no how, un dat de shock wuz er nuff" ter kill 'er, but 
 
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 he stay dar mos', all de time, un, sah, to stan' up dar 
 outenside dat do', un heur dat po' little gal er callin' 
 fur 'er Ma, fur de worl' lack er lam' er blat'n fur 
 de ole ewe, wuz mor'n I cou'd bar. I minded 'bout 
 de time Miss Is'bel's pet lam' fell in de ole well, un 
 we he'ur de bl'atin' ez plain ez day, un cood'n fin' 
 whar it cum fum ; un po' little Miss Is'bel she wuz 
 nigh 'stracted; un she run fum one een er dis place 
 ter de yudder er callin', 'Coo, Sno' flake, Coo; wher 
 iz yer, Snowy? Coo, Coo.' Un sho' miff, she she 
 wuz de fus one foun' it. 
 
 "De times we hed ter keep de life in Miss Is'bel ! 
 De doctur come out ev'ry eb'nin' un maunin', un I 
 say, 'Mos'r Jones, doan let dat lam' die.' He alius 
 say, 'Hit is wid de Lawd, fur I kin see no way fur 
 man ter hep 'er.' Un den I wen' down in de woods, 
 un I get down aun dese ole rummatiz knees, un I 
 pray un I pray; un I wras'l'd wid de Lawd fur Miss 
 Is'bel's life, un He heerd dis ole black nigger; un 
 one night de doctur he say, wid his mouf er smilin', 
 'Brandy, dar's a turn fur de better. Now you and 
 Dinah un Miss Nancy kin do fur 'er all she need.' 
 
 "Den I say, 'Mos'r Jones, who gwine tell 'er her 
 mar is buried clean out'n her sight?' Un he say, 
 'Her An' Nancy 'ull have ter do it.' We wuz putty 
 smartly skeered 'bout how she gwine teck it; un 
 one eb'nin' 'bout dark, she say in er lettle weak voice, 
 'An' Nancy!' Un Miss Nancy she go ter 'er, un 
 
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Prose and Verse 
 
 kiss 'er, un say, 'Thank Gawd! yer knows yer ole 
 Aunty once moY 
 
 "Miss Is'bel she look at 'er right straight, lack she 
 tryin' to 'member sump'n, un den 'er lips quiver, 
 un she she say, 'Oh ! I 'members all. I doan wan'ner 
 lib withouten my precious Ma'. Who's I got now? 
 Ma and Pa bof gone un lef me. Why did'n yer 
 lem me go?' Miss Nancy, she say: 'Twuz Gawd's 
 will. We ain' gwine queshun His puppus.' Den 
 Miss Is'bel she turn 'er face to de wall, un de tears 
 roll down 'er face. 
 
 "Miss Nancy gin 'er some draps, un den fo' long 
 she wen' ter sleep, un so on, un so on, un t'wan many 
 weeks fo' de roses wuz put aun two graves 'stead 
 ner one, un dat po' gal lack er sper't 'gin ter teck 
 de same seat whar her mammy set ; but de doctur he 
 come, un he say dat ain' gwine nuver do ; un he tell 
 Miss Nancy she mus' try ter fin' sump'n ter in'trust 
 'er, un he say dat dar hed bin er gret battle, un dat 
 dar wuz'n rum fur dem what wus hurt, in de hospit- 
 tuls ; un dat she mought go inter town un git one er 
 dem sogers what wuz gittin' well, un dat wood meek 
 rum fur one on 'em, any how. Miss Nancy she 
 'gree ter dis ; un she ax Miss Is'bel 'bout it. 
 
 "Miss Is'bel say, lack she doan keer 'bout nuthin' ; 
 'Do ez yer wan't ter, A'nty.' I seed all dis er settin' 
 dar aun dat bench, un den I come to; un I wuz er 
 thinkin' den ergin dat Miss Is'bel wuz er larnin' 
 
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By Claudia Boddie Money 
 
 pretty fas' how to la'f un sing lack she-n useter do; 
 but dar wuz alius sumpn' nur in 'er eyes what meek 
 me think she wuz-n alius thinkin' 'bout dis woiT; 
 but I did'n 'low dis ter nobody, but kep' it ter mer- 
 sef. Well, dey wuz mar'd, un dey wuz ez lackly 
 couple, und did look so gay un happy. Dar she 
 ston', de spi't un image uv her Ma', un he er lookin' 
 lack he co'd eat 'er, un saying' : 
 
 " 'My darlin', I pray de joy uv dis day may nuver 
 be tecken fum us !' un I say low, 'amen !' She nuver 
 spoke; she gis look at 'im. I wuz dar, un I hearn 
 un seen it all. 
 
 "Two, thee days atter dat come de orders fur Mos' 
 Kunnel ter jine de y'army. Miss Is'bel she stir roun' 
 dar lack er bee roun' er honey com' er rubbin his 
 watter tin un pilin de good vittuls in his soger bag, 
 un his eyes wuz er follin' 'er ev'ry step she tuck. 
 
 "She wuz bouten ter cry all de time, un he wan' 
 fur behin'. 
 
 "When de day come fur 'im ter go, he tuck Miss 
 Is'bel in he arms un he say wid de tears stannin' in 
 his eyes : 'An' Nancy, I leabes my darlin' ter you un 
 Brandy un Dinah t'well I come back ergin, un may 
 de Lawd do ter you ez yer do ter her !" 
 
 "Whin he go, she foller 'im fer de gate. I hed ole 
 Jewel in de buggy, un ez we driv off Mis'r Chall'ner 
 he turn his haid un look back ; un dar wuz Miss Is'bel 
 er stannin' leanin' aun de gate. Dem wile peach 
 
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Prose and Verse 
 
 trees wuz er meetin' 'bove 'er haid, un some er dem 
 yaller jesmun blooms wuz techin' de top uv it. De 
 sun wuz shinin' right pine-blank aun 'er, un de tears 
 wuz runnin' down 'er face. 
 
 "I heern er kin' er soun' in Mis'r Chall'ner's thoat 
 lack he los' his bref, un I look at him, un I see him 
 chawin' his lips un snappin' his eyes, un he nuver 
 teck em off'in Miss Is'bel twell de turn in de road 
 shet 'er out. Jis ez we wuz gwine ter turn, he say : 
 'Stop, Brandy;' un den he stan' up, un he kiss, un 
 he kiss his han' ter 'er, un hilt out his arms to 'er er 
 minit, un den he fol' em roun' his bres' lack he hed 
 her dar, un ter save my ole black life, I couldn't hep 
 cryin'. Twan' many munts 'fo' Miss Is'bel come 
 dancin' inter de gyarden whar I wuz wucken', un 
 say, 'Brandy, I'se ez happy ez er bird ; my dear hus- 
 ban' is comin' termorrer night/ un I say, 'Ise glad, 
 too, chile.' 
 
 "Fur dat day un de nex' we wuz bizzy, I tell yer, 
 trimmin' de house wid flowers, puttin' chickins in 
 de killin' coop un lookin' up aigs. De hot cakes dat 
 come outen dat stove, humph ! humph ! how dey did 
 smell ! 
 
 "Jis fo' sundown dat fus' day, dar come er man 
 ter de gate un ax ter stay all night. He say he wuz 
 er soger fum Muzzura gwine back ter de yarmy 
 fum de hospittul. Miss Is'bel she smile, un she say, 
 'Tell 'im yas, Brandy, he comes fum my husban's 
 
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By Claudia Boddie Money 
 
 State — he is double welcome — mebbe he know 'im.' 
 "Whin I axed 'im in, tin' he see Miss Is'bel, he 
 wuz struck all er heap, she wuz so putty un' innersen' 
 lookin'. She look fur de worl' lack er little gal, un* 
 whin Miss Nancy say, 'My niece's husban' is fum yo' 
 State,' he look lack he wuz struck, 'caze he didn'n' 
 'spec* sich er young gal ez dat ter be er ma'd 'omun, 
 un' he hed sot his eye aun 'er erready. 'What's his 
 name?' he say. Miss Is'bel speak up right quick, 
 un' sorter proud-lack, 'Kunnel Ned Chall'ner.' He 
 didn' say nuthin' 't'all, but I seed 'im stealin' er look 
 at 'er ev'vy now un' den whin dey wuz eatin' supper, 
 un' he look sorry un' sorter werried. 
 
 "De nex' maunin' he ax Miss Is'bel is she got er 
 picter uv Mis'r Chall'ner. She say no, but she tell 
 'im how he look. She ax 'im ef he knowed 'im; 
 he say no, but he hearn tell awn 'im. Jis' 'fo' he lef 
 he ax Miss Nancy cood he see 'er er minit. She tuck 
 'im in de liberry, un dar he tole 'er dat Mis'r Ned 
 Chall'ner wa'r er mar'd man 'fo' he lef home; dat 
 he war at his weddin' in Sain' Louis two yer 'fo' dat ; 
 un' he say, he kin prove it. Miss Nancy she say, 
 'Why, den, yer'el hat ter prove it 'fo' I b'leeves it' 
 
 "He say, 'I will, jis' gim me time,' un' she say, 
 'How long yer wants ?' He say 't'well dis eb'nin'/ 
 un she say 'all right/ but when she comes out en dar, 
 she say 'Brandy, my precious chile, is got her deff- 
 blow,' un den she tole me. 
 
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Prose and Verse 
 
 "Me un 'er ? we watch dat road anxious, all dat 
 day. 
 
 "Fus' thing yer know, we seed Mis'r Chall'ner 
 comin' down de hill thew de fiel'-way 'bout two miles 
 off; un den we heerd er hause's huffs comin' down 
 de t'uther road fum ole Middleton-way, whar de 
 sojer's camp wuz; un dar we seed dat sojer man 
 from Muzzura. He got dar fus' ; un' he handid er 
 ole newspaper ter Miss Nancy, un' pinted ter sump'n 
 aun it. Her han' trimbled same ez er leaf in de win', 
 whin she tuck it; un whin she read it she moughty 
 nigh drap. She kep' er twis'n 'er hans un say'n, 
 ' What shill I do? What shill I do?' De soger he 
 say, 'Ma'am, I hope yer doan feel hard ter me 'bout 
 dis ?' She say, 'No, sah ; but you had better go ;' un' 
 he did go, un' dat quick. 
 
 "Den er hard look come ter 'er eyes, un' she call 
 Miss Is'bel an' day wen' in her rum, un' den she tole 
 'er; un' den — un' den — my Gaud, sah, hit's in my 
 yurs t'well now — I heerd sich er scream! T'wuz 
 lack somebody hed hed er knife stuck in dey bres', 
 un de blood wuz er chokin' 'em. I heerd 'er fall, 
 un' I run wid all my might. Dar lay Miss Is'bel 
 lookin' lack she wuz ez daid ez her po' Ma. Jis' at 
 dat minit I heerd Mis'r Chall'ner's voice. Miss 
 Nancy she bresh pas' me, un' she say, 'Is'bel is done 
 faint ; let 'er be t'well I come back' un she walk same 
 ez she wuz er piece er marble movin'. I shet de do', 
 
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By Claudia Boddie Money 
 
 un ston' right dar. She tuck Mis'r Chall'ner in de 
 liberry, un' de fus' thing I know, I see Miss Nancy 
 runnin' lack somebody wile, un' Mis'r Chall'ner fol- 
 lin' 'er. She come right aun inter whar Miss Is'bel 
 wuz, un' whin she see her ergin, do blood wuz er 
 po'in' outen her mouf, un' her eyes wuz star'n', un' 
 she was daid sho' nuff . 
 
 "Den Miss Nancy scream, un' say : 'I tole 'er, un' 
 hit kilt 'er !' 
 
 "Den she drap down, un' from dat minit she wuz 
 ravin', 'stracted, un' she air in de 'sylum ter dis day. 
 
 "Mr. Chall'ner tuck Miss Is'bel up in his arms, 
 un' he 'peak lack he gwine go 'stracted hissef. He 
 call 'er so moanful ; un' he say "twuz er lie my darl- 
 in ! Hear me what I say, my po' wife,' but she wuz 
 deef un' dum' den, un' did'n turn so saf eyes awn 
 'im, nuver ergin. 
 
 "When I ax 'im what he hed ter say, he turn aun 
 me, sah, lack er wile beas' ; un' he say, 'Go, ole man ! 
 git outen my sight afo' I does yer harm.' I wuz 
 skee-ed mun, un I lit out fum dar; un' den I sont 
 Dinah in dar, un' I wen' fur de doctur un' de 
 preacher, un' dey shet Miss Nancy up in 'er rum, un' 
 lef Keziah ter watch 'er; un' de doctur he gin Miss 
 Nancy some draps ter meek her sleep; but no draps 
 nuver brung her senses back. 
 
 "I hear Mos' Jones say ter Mos' Dan'el Crane: 
 ' 'Tis de same heart-brek what tuk 'er mammy.' Dey 
 
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 buried my pc' Miss Is'bel in er big berryin' ground 
 Mis'r Chall'ner hed in Sain' Louis, un' fum dat day 
 ter dis, Dinah un' me un' Keziah un' Jim hez lib 
 yere, un' I ain' nuver larn de trufe 'bout dat time 
 t'well yit. Me un' Dinah we goes ev'vy eb'nin' ter 
 dem two graves, un' we lays er big bunch er roses 
 aun de bres' uv Mis' un Moster ; but right t' ween um 
 we hez de biggis' bunch er all, but dey is little buds, 
 Moster, jis' er peepin' outen de green leaves. S'cuse 
 dis ole nigger, sah ; I c'a'rn talk much mo' 'bout dis. 
 Me un Dinah is jis' er waitin', sah, jis' er waitin'. 
 
 "What dat you say? 
 
 "Twa'n' Miss Is'bel's husband what was ma'd; 
 'twuz his cuzzun wid de same name ? Day wuz bofe 
 name fur dey Gran'pa? Den Gawd forgive me fur 
 all the cusses I is axed aun dat man. You's Mis'r 
 Chall'ner? How come I didn' know yer? Caze 
 yer is so changed? Dat's a fac', Master, so yer is. 
 Yer say Miss Nancy done gaun ter de Laud, un' dat 
 you is come ter see after me, un Dinah, un Keziah ? 
 
 "Master, you is hed trubbul, un' I ain' nowise 
 wonnerin' dat yer haid is white, un' yer face lone- 
 some-lack. 
 
 "You Dinah, come yere. What I got ter tell yer, 
 'omun', ull bar tellin'." 
 
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The White Carnation 
 
 (A transcription in blank verse of Prof. Weltmer's 
 lecture simile of the white carnation.) 
 
 I cut a green bud from the parent stem. 
 
 Naught showed, save where the wounded child had 
 
 from 
 Her mother's side been torn in wanton sport. 
 She could not tell the story of her pain, 
 Nor parting, give one sweet caress to her 
 Whose teeming breast had given her life and joy. 
 The vital spark now sleeping deep within 
 Her grieving heart was dim, and in the Earth's 
 Chill clasp, she grew forlorn, and drooped and feared 
 The night — so far away from Mother-love. 
 
 But soft ! Some gentle, friendly touch she knew 
 Linger'd to kiss her into gladsome smiles — 
 'Twas but a zephyr's dewy breath that thrilled 
 Her soul, and wooed her with the Song of Life. 
 And straight, the slender leaves, refreshed and strong, 
 Looked up to heaven's fair fields where happy stars 
 Sent their mild rays into her upturned face. 
 Those ever-twinkling stars, who long had known 
 The Wisdom of the bending sky which gave 
 From out her bounteous store a wealth of tears 
 That fell, in pity for her helpless state; 
 And with their magic pow'r the weary frame 
 Restored once more to strength, and health and peace. 
 
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Prose and Verse 
 
 The night was spent; and in the rosy East 
 
 The Sun flamed up, and cast his glances warm 
 
 O'er all the floral world, now wrapt in mist. 
 
 His ardent glances all too soon had found 
 
 My em'rald spray, from parent plant purloined ; 
 
 And neath the heavy shade of clustering vines 
 
 And great-leaved plants which spread their green'ry 
 
 near, 
 I placed the jar, which held my nursling firm, 
 And left her there, a temple strong to build 
 For blossoms rare, -and sweeter than the rose, 
 With fragrance rich, like spices from those Isles 
 Where torrid Suns beam hotly down and breed 
 Odors potent, which fill the heavy air. 
 
 I watched her as she slept from day to day, 
 
 While in her bosom's core those Forces wrought 
 
 Which sent into the blessed Mother-Earth 
 
 The dainty threads, which sought for nourishment, 
 
 To give her pow'r her purpose to fulfill. 
 
 Her leaflets green held in their inmost heart 
 
 A living Germ. Instinct with more than life 
 
 She felt the word speak in her tender form, 
 
 And heard the Voice, harmonious, sound each note 
 
 That vibrates full in Nature's hidden cells, 
 
 Wherever found without her great expanse. 
 
 Paler she grew within the shaded realm, 
 And turned toward the space where sun-rays bright 
 Oft sparkled through, and met his wooing bold 
 
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 With eager gaze of sympathy, and spoke 
 
 If not in sweet-toned phrase, in language mute : 
 
 "I need thee, Come ! Drive coldness from my soul 
 
 And clasp me to thy heart of glowing flame, ^ 
 
 And make my pulses leap with Love's delight." 
 
 Thus Nature's child her deep, mad passion flung 
 
 As incense 'pon the altar of the Sun ; 
 
 And in his fervid, fond embrace was bred 
 
 The buds which came to crown the full-grown stem; 
 
 And resting close within their sheathes, until 
 
 The zephyrs played about her in her pride, 
 
 And moisture-dripping eaves their blessings shed, 
 
 And the Sun, with am'rous gaze flashed into 
 
 Her being's depths his burning tale of love. 
 
 Each flow'r-child peeped into the new-found-world, 
 
 And one by one unfolded all its charms, 
 
 Lovely to look upon in face and form, 
 
 Drooping their faces pure, with modest mien, 
 
 Yet hung'ring now for something more than all 
 
 The beauty hid in fringed petals white. 
 
 She strains into being her fettered thought, 
 
 In one splendid moment of fragrant breath 
 
 *Exhaled from the bloom— her spirit was born ! 
 
 A mind has come to dwell upon the earth, 
 
 And builds its home, perchance, most fair to see. 
 
 Its glistening marble walls shine in the Sun. 
 
 The golden glory of its dome reflects 
 
 *The white carnation has no perfume until it bursts into 
 
 full bloom. 
 
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Prose and Verse 
 
 The radiance of his beams at early morn. 
 
 At noontide hour, he all his fierceness pours, 
 
 And evening's glow diffused through all the world 
 
 Tinges the marble with its roseate hue. 
 
 Its windows, open wide, let in the tints 
 
 Blended in beauty in the azure sky. 
 
 It stands a fabric worthy to enshrine 
 
 Some glorious angel from the realms of bliss. 
 
 In one fair room emblazoned shields are hung. 
 'Tis here the Mind its record keeps; and thoughts 
 Like magic, spring to life; 'tis Reason's home, 
 Where Logic's viewless pen inscribes each truth, 
 And links of golden chains are ever forged. 
 
 Another chamber near, is yet unclosed; 
 
 Strange emblems are engraved upon the door ; 
 
 Mystic words in golden scrolls are set 
 
 Within the arch which rises to the height 
 
 Where snow-white walls meet the great, curving dome. 
 
 From her own threshold Reason waits to learn 
 
 The message which the "still small voice" shall bring. 
 
 For whispers like the wind-harps weird tones, 
 
 When summer breezes breathe upon its strings. 
 
 From out the silence, often faintly come. 
 
 Longing to know the secret hidden there, 
 He stood before the fateful door, and spoke: 
 "Oh ! ye who dwell within, I am alone 
 And wretched, in a weary world, and lost 
 
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By Claudia Boddie Money 
 
 Amid the discords of its mighty wastes; 
 Cold and forlorn, I sit on Reason's throne, 
 And find nowhere within my Empire's reach, 
 k Warmth or solace for my sorrowing heart." 
 
 The answer came, reverberating clear, 
 And thrilled him with the music of its sound : 
 "Go read the scrolls, and let their wisdom speak." 
 "Love Divine in these sacred precincts reigns." 
 "Life everlasting shalt Thou find within." 
 "Within Eternal Wisdom is enthroned." 
 "Enter, that thou may'st know that I am God." 
 
 Thus read the scrolls and — through his being ran 
 
 A tremor, as though some tender touch had 
 
 Swept soft the strings of Hope, and music made. 
 
 The door upon its noiseless hinges swung, 
 
 And rythmic strains, like dream-notes cadenced low 
 
 By singers, invisible, rose and swelled 
 
 And echoed through the chamber full and sweet. 
 
 "We are the voices of the Spirit Mind. 
 
 Truth, Love and Faith — we are the mystic three. 
 
 Mercy, Patience and white-souled Purity 
 
 From us are born, and Hope and Peace and Joy 
 
 Sing paeans of praise — harmonies Divine — 
 
 And altars raise where burn celestial fires — 
 
 And censers bright of fragrant incense swing 
 
 Before the face of Him whom we adore. 
 
 For in this temple, pure and holy, Mind 
 
 Shall find its Spirit-mate, Eternal Truth." 
 
 133 
 
Prose and Verse 
 SENT WITH SOME VIOLETS. 
 
 Go, pretty flower, and let thy mission be 
 
 To teach remembrance! 
 And though thy freshness soon shall pass away 
 The perfume of thy short and lovely life, 
 Like gentle deeds and lowly, 
 Shall linger forever in the hearts 
 Of those who have dwelt so oft upon 
 Thy sweetness and ever blessed 
 
 Thy ministrations. 
 Lovely violet ! blue-eyed darling of every clime, 
 And every age, take hold upon the heart 
 Of her to whom I send thee, and whisper: "Love 
 Unchanging as these flowers' sweet perfume 
 
 Is my fond heart to thee." 
 
 MORNING. 
 
 The joyous morn of summer-time is here, 
 With all its freight of subtle sweets 
 And budding green of trees and od'rous flowers. 
 The birds on wing from dizzy heights let fall 
 Showers of melody and notes of love on all ! 
 
 TO A VIOLINIST. 
 To Robert Bernays. 
 
 Harmonious sounds that fill me with delight 
 There's sure no passion of the human heart 
 
 But is entangled in those trembling notes, 
 
 The sweetest saddest strains within the reach of art. 
 
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By Claudia Boddie Money 
 
 Alas, its charm! each tender, melting air 
 
 Hath wondrous pow'r o'er weary hearts like mine. 
 It seems as if the, quivering strings would break 
 
 'Neath all the mighty weight of happiness divine. 
 
 Thou sacred Muse, who lends to human thought 
 Such mystic joy, such subtle grace and fire! 
 
 To Thee I leave no avenue of sense unclosed, 
 When artist-fiingers touch th' immortal lyre. 
 
 IN MEMORY OF MRS. CLAUDIA MONEY 
 
 HILL. 
 
 Translated from the German by her mother. 
 
 I own it: He bruises, He pierces me sore; 
 
 But the hammer and chisel affect me no more. 
 
 Shall I tell you the reason? It is that I see 
 
 The Sculptor has carved out a bright saint for me. 
 
 I shrink from no suffering, how painful soe'er, 
 When once I can feel that God's hand is near ; 
 For soft on the anvil the iron shall glow, 
 When the Smith, with His hammer, deals blow on 
 blow. 
 
 God presses me hard — but He gives patience, too; 
 And I say to myself : 'Tis no more than my due ; 
 And no tone from the organ can swell in the breeze, 
 Till the Organist's fingers press down the keys. 
 
 So come, then, and welcome; the blow and the pain; 
 Without them, no mortal can heaven attain; 
 
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Prose and Verse 
 
 For what can the sheaves on the barn floor avail, 
 Till the Thresher shall beat out the chaff with His flarh 
 
 J Tis only a moment, God chastens with pain; 
 Joy follows on sorrow, like shunshine on rain; 
 Then bear I what God on my spirit shall lay.. 
 Be dumb, but when tempted to murmur, I pray. 
 
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