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THE IADIES LEAGUE.
But lo the change! God, “who never leaves It is a day of jubilee at the North. Not that himself without witness that he is good,” gathwe have been glorified with news of great re- ered the rain-clouds across the heavens, and cent victories on battle-fields or in front of be the blessing began to fall. At first we dreaded leaguered cities; not, indeed, because of the old that it was to be merely a Barmecide feast to war-rlog Farragut's victorious passnge of the which he had invited us, but it has proved a forts of Mobile Bay, and the capture of the feast full and ample for all. No fear of famine rebel iron-clad Tallabassee, though the latter now, when our government needs every grain event was sufficiently stirring; but because, af- of wheat, every ear of corn, every blade of ter our long period of terrible drought, when grues, for the exigencies of a dreadful war! the earth was ashes under our feet, and the Thank God for the rain ! hea veps brass over our heads God has remem. bered mercy, and now sends us rain,- copious, delicious, steady rain. The drops fall thick The “ Ladies League," for the dis ourageand fast yet gently down, penetrating the har-ment of wearing imported goods, has met with dened crust of the scorched and arid soil, send- some opposition and much ridicule, but noting their accumulating benedictions in perco- withstanding that, it is a good move in the lating streams through the myriad veins and right direction, - that of discouraging extravaarteries of the bosom of mother earth, causing gance. Some advance, as an argument against even the tiniest root to sbiver with the delight it, that the government loses much in way of of its new life, and tree and shrub and flower and smallest leaf to laugh in its new jįy.
revenue by its means; but as Artemus Ward
pithily says, “ One thing is tol'bly certain, if Who can remember, without a feeling almost
we don't send gold out of the country, we shall akin to terror, how
have the consoolation of noing it is in the “ Morn after morn, the flaming sun
country.” It is difficult to see how the governSmote the bare hills with fiery rod; ment is to be permanently benefited by sending Night after night, with blood-red light, all our gold away at the rate of two millions a Glared like a slow-avenging god”?
week, which was the rate of export of the preHow the hills and all the distant landscape, cious metal a few weeks ago. But we are not wrapped in a veil of dense and suffocating about to talk politics. We were reminded of smoke from the seeming unquenchable fires this subject by a letter from a correspondent, a everywhere raging, were for days and weeks part of which we propose to lay before our invisible, while the grass-roots, deep-buried in readers. May it come “like words fitly spoken the earth, and the forest and orchard-trees,
and in due season. died from lack of moisture? How the springs dried up, the streams ceased to flow, and the “My husband takes the New Covenant' of deep wells no longer yielded water; and how Chicago, and says he cannot get along without the cattle, famishing alike for food and drink, it; and so I say I cannot get along without the died in the arid fields ?
*Repository,' since I have nade its pleasant Ah, a drought such as the North has for acquaintance. The trio editors seem like dear, weeks suffered meant death! It meant vast familiar friends to me now, and I love to resort fields of corn perishing, without an ear in the to their " Table’ and refresh my mental appeearly leaf; vast fields of potatoes, without a tite with the varied and palatable viands set
new subscribers, or two or three dozen if they were obtainable.
The war seems very little to have interfered “War is the all-engrossing theme here just with the pleasures of our summer ramblers, now. The draft is hanging like a cloud of
judging from the multitude of them who are gloom above the dear home circles that do not
abroad. All the old places of resort are full, like to be broken, and the price of substitutes and many new, out-of-the-way nooks have been is rising every day; but methinks, within my sought out by those who prefer the quiet and own heart's chamber, that two dollars for a whole year's intellectual entertainment is but and late hours of fashion. We select, from the
seclusion of nature to the dress, and flirting, a trifle when we consider; but we don't consid- letters of our correspondents, tourists, two or er these things as we should.
three, which will, we hope, give our readers “In one instance, the 'Fashion Magazine' fig who cannot enjoy the scenes they depict in perured conspicuously upon the sitting-room ta;
son, some pleasure. ble; but they could not afford the ' Repository
The first is an account of a visit to welljust now, times were so hard. But does not known places, but some things are seen in a the famishing spirit cry out for the intellectual,
new light. substantial food in preference, if but one of the two can be afforded ? O Fashion ! tby votaries are a legion!
· Niagara Falls? Well, yes! It looks very Why do we not t- women of dear, enlight- much like it; and how came I here? ened America - throw off this belittling servi- “I'll proceed to tell you." tude to fashion? Why do we not rise from The writer goes on to detail his trip to Sarisuch vain and paltry themes that are whirling toga, where, as everybody else does, he stopped us on blindly to ruin, and seek to cultivate the with “mine host,” Major Leland. more ennobling attributes of our natures? Ah! “We spent the night there; witnessed a we do not realize that the soul is lying dor- 'hop;' saw the style, shoddy and genuine; mant, withering in this fair casket of nature's criticised it and laughed over it; watched beautiful handiwork, which we are so fund of scheming mammas make strategic moves in beadorning with all the devices which art and half of faded and pusse daughters; admired human ingenuity can suggest. The pure jewel, young exquisites, and enjoyed ourselves generwhose brilliancy and God-given powers might ally. incite a nation to admiration, or lead a weak “We arose early next morning and walked and superstitious people from their spiritual to the spring, where we all indulged in the lifedarkness to the glorious light and liberty of giving waters, the ladies sparingly, and with truth, lies hidden, buried beneath the de certain facial expressions indicative of little grading rubbish of fashion and love of display. pleasure in the sparkling draught. Then, after Alas! this servility to fashion reveals a mental a nice breakfast, to Lake George, where we arweakness in us which, did we but contemplate rived about midday. Mr. Gale, of the Fort it, would be very humiliating.
Wm. Henry Hotel, took excellent care of us, “And, too, when the nation is wrapped in and we had a most charming time until Mongloom, and one deep wail of agony swells, as day morning, in riding, walking, boatiug, visit were, from shore to shore of this bleeding iting the spots of historical interest, and watchcontinent, how can we close our eyes to this ing the play of the sunshine and shadows on awful picture, and put on the gilded trappings the drenmy mountains and the placid lake." of fashionable life. Let us arouse and cast off
TICONDEROGA. this yoke so ruinous to our highest attainments, and quit ourselves like women !
“On Monday we started for Ticonderoga, “But I have digressed. My interest for the which was to have been the end of my trip that * Repository' is my leading theme. There are way. Our sail was pleasant, but marred somemany, very many, who love the priuciples what by the character of the weather, which which the 'Répository' and kindred publica- was foggy and rainy. The mountains were tions advocate, and did they but reulize the veiled in mist, and each island wrapped itself importance and the need of spreading and in- in a vapory mantle, and withdrew itself, for culcating these principles and truths, they would the most part, from our sight. On the boat, willingly give their influence and support. we met two Massachusetts ladies, travelling
Yours in love and truth, HERMIONE." alone, and as independent as possible. They
CAMPING ON MOUNT DESERT.
were regular blue-stockings, – readers of the with their varied joys and happy moments ! 'Atlantic Monthly' and the ‘Home Journal,' be- They are better than physicians' prescriptions yond which they did not care to push their lit- or apothecaries’ drugs! They touch the spirit, erary explorations. They were extremely crit- and leave a wellspring of happiness for the ical, and ready at all times to run a tilt against dark days of the future !" anybody who would try a lance with them. I was drawn into the lists, and a sharp encoun. ter ensued, Skedaddle was the offensive term
A lady tourist thus writes : which Miss — - had made use of, which the
“ The day after I wrote you from Mount blue-stockings regarded as vulgar. I gave the Desert, we four went up the mountain to camp Greek derivation, and claimed the phrase as
out for a week or so. There is a shanty on the perfectly proper and classical ! The Greek
summit, built by Government for the use of the word administered the coup-de-grace to the
coast survey when they were here, and although literati, and I came off with flying colors! The it looked in a very tumble-down condition, girls state that I had fascinated one of the blue- after J. and G. had given half a day's work to stockings, and run me a little, good-natured it, it looked quite habitable, and we all sat ly.”
down to our delicious supper of hot coffee and broiled pork with a feeling of the greatest satis
faction. Our beds were made of balsam boughs “We had a charming walk on Goat's Island and twigs, and had the merit of being very frathis forenoon, visiting every object of interest, grant, if they were not very soft. The only and watching, with feelings of awe and won
trouble was scarcity of water. We had to go der, the wild, turbulent river, as it plunges half a mile down the mountain to bring our over the dreadful precipice into the mist and water, and consequently we had a great deal of foaming chaldron of seething waters below.
fun in economizing. We washed our dishes in " Then a stroll around the island, with the about a pint of water heated in a quart measfresh air of the downward current in our faces, ure; but I never enjoyed anything more than I and the Hashing cascades and foaming torrents
did that free life. We spent eight days up there, stretching above and beyond us! The wild, and really felt quite homesick to leave it. stormy beauty of that rushing river, as it dash
** The little hotel where we are staying now es over rocks and whirls in fantastic eddies, is quite a place of resort, being full all the roaring and hurrying along, is an ever fresh time. A great many people from Bangor come object of wonder and strange awe.
here to stay a few days at a time, and we have it can never be forgotten. Under the brazen made some very pleasant acquaintances among sky of Virginia, with the echoes of our artil-them. We go out with J. and G. nearly, every lery in my ears, and the moving pomp and glo- day, and spend the day in the open air, breathrious splendors of the army before my eyes, I ing in oceans of health with every breath we shall muse over the pleasant thenies that have draw of the splendid sea-air, and have all got arisen in this delightful jaunt, and watch again
such appetites. I find I am benefiting very the sunset tints as they are reflected from the much by it. We expect to remain a week or fair mountains of the crystal horizon, and lis
two longer, when M. and I will go home, leavten to the eternal roar of the cataract of Niag. ing the gentlemen at Portland to go on to the ara, forgetting alike the camp and the battle White Mountains for a few weeks. and the contending hosts about me, while I live
To-day is mail-day. It takes a letter for ever over these gala days again.
and ever to go from here, or to come.” " These summer loiterings are ever to me a Wellspring of joy and pleasure. They are sun- “We have finally had the spell of our long
BOATING IN THE FOG.
ing to be able to find the island or not; but the fog When I could hear the kimmers say, “There lifted for a little, so that we had no trouble. rides a homely loon !' These fogs make everything look so shadowy | I turned wi' pride and keeked at him, but no as and unreal, they seem different from our New to be seen, York figs, although I suppose they are of the And thought how dowie I wad feel, gin he made same kind. We are enjoying ourselves as love to Jean ! much as ever here; I wish you could be here But soon the manly chiel, aff-hand, thus franka while. We walk a good deal, and there are a ly said to me, good many nice things to do about here. I Meg, either tak me to yoursel, or set me fairly should so like to have you and
free !' view from the top of the mountain, it is so magnificent. I don't know whether you could
“To Glasgow Green I linked wi' him, to see the walk up there or not; it is a pretty long pull ferlies there; and rather tiresome, although I think it a very He birled his penny wi’ the best ; what noble easy ascent for a mountain."
could do mair?
But ere ae fit he'd tak me hame, he cries, “Meg, As the reader is by this time satisfied with
tell me noo, tourists' letters, we turn to another theme.
Gin ye will hae me; there's my lufe, I'll aye be
leal and true.'
On sick an honest, loving heart, how could I Of all delicate, quaint, natural poets, it must
draw a bar, be confessed that some of the Scotch excel. It What could I do but tak Rob's hand, for betrequ’res study, often, to make out their full
ter or for waur?" beauties, but they reward us for the labor. The following, by William Motherwell, the sad, sweet poet of Scotland who died a few years
Among the many touching and natural things ago, is a perfect gem, and will pay for reading
that occasionally go the rounds of the papers, many times over :
the following is one of the most charming of “He courted me in parlor, and he courted me its kind. Simple and unpretending, it goes in ha',
straight to the heart. We know not its auHe courted me by Bothwell's banks, amang the thor :
flowers sae sma', He courtel me with pearlins, wi' ribbons and “I've wandered to the village, Tom; I've sat
beneath the tree, wi' rings, He courte:1 me wi’ laces, and wi' mony mair Upon the school-house play-ground, which
sheltered you and me; braw things;
But none were left to greet me, Tom; and few But, oh, he courted best o' a' wi' his black
were left to know, blythesome ee, Whilk' wi' a gleam o'witcherie cuist glamour That played with us upon the green some twen
ty years ago.
“We hied thegither to the fair; I rode ahint my “ The grass is just as green, Tom; barefooted joe,
boys at play I fand his heart leap up and doun, while mine Were sporting just as we did then, with spirits beat faint and low;
just as gay;
which, He turned his rosy cheek about, and then, ere But the master 'sleeps upon the hill, I could trow,
coated o'er with snow, The widdifu' o' wickedness took arles o' my
Afforded us a sliding-place just twenty years mou !
ago. Syne, when I feigned to be sair fleyed, sae pawkily as he
“ The old school-house is altered now; the Banned the auld mair for missing fit, and thraw- benches are replaced ing him ajee.
By new ones, very like the same our penknives It's music just the same, dear Tom, 'twas twen- How easy it is to shape all our habits of ty years ago.
thought and action by our peculiar vocation.
The following, from a merchant who writes in “The boys were playing some old game, be- reply to a boyish epistle from his son at a neath that same old tree;
boarding-school, smacks of one living long I have forgot the name just now,- you've among invoices and ledgers :played the same with me
“ Sir - My son's of 10th inst. came duly to On that same spot; 'twas played with knives, hand, and cont's nuted. Sorry to hear he's by throwing so and so;
been stud'g Latin, &c. What's use? I never The leader had a task to do, there, twenty years studied any such thing — nothing but Webago.
ster's Sp'g Book and Daboll's Arith’k, and P’r
Richard's Al'k; yet got along well enough “The river's running just as still; the willows
- made money; am Bank Direct'r, Memb. on its side
Chamb. Com., &c., &c., &c. Latin ! – better Are larger than they were, Tom; the stream look into M'Cull'ch — some use in thut. Learn appears less wide;
all about Dr. and Cr., ct. per ct., cur'cy, exch., But the grape-vine swing is ruined now, where bank facil., md’ze, &c.; that's the commodity once we played the beau,
of true knowledge — the best md’ze for countAnd swung our sweethearts — 'pretty girls'
ing-room — always in dem'd- always availjust twenty years ago.
able in market, when y'r Latin and y'r Greek
wouldn't fetch a scomarkee, as my captain “The spring that bubbled 'neath the hill, close
says. by the spreading beech,
"But to point. My son is now 14 y'rs Is very low, – 'twas once so high that we could old – am in want of another clerk — must have almost reach;
finished his ed'n by this time, surely; would And kneeling down to get a drink, dear Tom, I have let him stand another half-year, though, started so,
but for the Latin, and high rates of tuition at To see how sadly I am changed since twenty board’g schol. Please ship him on board Swiftyears ago.
sure, with invoice and bill of lad'g, of books,
&c., consigned to Merx and Co., N. Y'k. “Near by the spring, upon an elm, you know I cut your name,
The following admirable lines were writtten Your sweetheart's just beneath it, Tom, and by a sailor on the blank-leaf of his Bible:you did mine the same;
" While down the stri am of life I sail, Some heartless wretch has peeled the bark;
CHRIST be my ship, and grace my gale; 'twas dying sure but slow, Just as that one, whose name you cut, died
Hope be my anchor while I ride,
This Book my compass o'er the tide !” twenty years ago.
We sometimes meet wonders of grace and "My lids have long been dry, Tom, but tears loveliness in the costume of some of the fair came in my eyes;
ladies of this extravagant country; but we I thought of her I loved so well, – those early think nothing has ever been seen so wonderful
broken ties; I visited the old church-yard, and took some
for elaborate beauty, elegance, and the poetry flowers to strew
of its conception, as a scarf belonging to the Upon the graves of those we loved some twenty young wife of a Turkish pacha, a description years ago.
of which is here given.
A WONDERFUL SCARF.
"Some in the church-yard have been laid; some
“ The young wife of a Turkish pacha used to sleep beneath the sea;
pride herself on a scarf of extraordinary richBut few are left of our old class, excepting you ness and beauty, said to have cost her husband
£700 sterling. It had a border each eighteen And when our time shall come, Tom, and we inches deep, displaying a parterre of the most
are called to go