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VOL. VII --NO. 1. NEW YORK, THURSDAY, JULY 6, 1871. WHOLE NO. 163.
Pe Voet's Comer.
'IN THE TWILIGHT.
Men say the sullerk instrument
That from the'master's bow,
With pangs of joy or woe,
Feels mtisie's soul through every fibre 56nt,
Whispers the ravished strings
More than he knew or meant;
Old summers in its memory glow;
The secrete of the wind it sings,
it hears the April loosened springs,
And mixed with-its mood
All it learned when it stood
in the murmuroup pine wood,
Long ago I
The magical moonlight then
Steeped every bough and cone;
The roar of the brook in the glen
Came dim from the distance blown;
The wind through Its glooms sang low.
And it swayed to and fro,
Full of dreams,' as it stood
In the wonderful wood,
Long agol
0, my life, have we not had seasons
That only said, live and rejoice?
That asked not for causes and reasons.
But made us all feeling and voice?
When we went with the winds in their blowi Dg,
When nature and we were peers.
And our days seemed to share In the flowing.
Of the Inexhaustible years?
Have we not from earth drawn juices
Too fine for earth's sordid uses?
Have I heard, have I seen, ,
All I feel -nd I know ?
Doth my heart overween ?
Or could ithavo been
Long ago?
Sometimes a breath floats by me,
An odor from Dreamland sent,
That makes the ghost seem nigh me
Of a splendor that came and went-
Of a life lived smewhcre, I know not
In what diviner sphere-
Of memories that stay not and go not,
Like music heard once by an car
That can not forget or reclaim it-
A something so shy, it would shame it
To make it a show,
A something too vague, could i name it,
For others to know;
As if I had lived it or dreamed It,
As IlfI had acted or schemed It,
Long Ago I
And yet could I live it over.
. This life that stirs in my brain-
Could [ be both maiden and lover,
Moon and tide, bee and clover,
- AsI seem to have. been, once again-
Could I but speak it and show it,
This pleisure more sharp than pain,
That baffles and lures me so-r
The world should not lack a poet,
Such as It had in the ages glad,
Long ag.';., , ,
~J, R. LowP11L.
,MORNING: LAND.''
' o near the goal, so near !
The portals openwith a sound like song;
he pth is lost n brightness that so long
Wa rdeled, mid shadows- Oh, my soul, be strong
IAnd donot fear , , . :..-.
Do you feel, too, thewoe;:
-Tho mist that blinds my eyes, all cool and gray,
The fog thatsottles round my troubled way?'
The clouds that,settlq 2,but they cannot sta ,
Rfse up, and watch them got
..So neartho goal.I stand] ,., ' , ,
Oh, w*ary heart, thy task is well-ngh donoe
I s far off the golden settin sun,
The work well-wrought that was so sad begun,
Walc0niel 0, M onIng Ld'l I
kAuA C. HOLLOwAY.
@ur 5 eta1 oni ihuor .
COUSIN BEN.
BY LAURA cUnTIS BULLAR.
Visitors ! exclaimed Kate Bennett, impa-
tiently, as she laid aside the book she had
been reading, and in which she had been deep-
ly interested, and took the cards which the
servant presented.
Dear me, how provoking I Just as I am
in the most exciting part of the story-and
that pert, disagreeable Emily Archer, too -
she added, reading one of the cards; who
else, I wonder?
Was there magic in that simple bit of paste-
board, inscribed only with the two words,
Richard Warren? It would almost seem
so, so instantaneously did her countenance
change. The frown that had disfigured her
beautiful brow disappeared, her eyes sparkled,
and without another thought of the book, she
hastily assured herself, by a glance in the mir-
ror, that her toilet was unexceptionable, and
left the room.
As she entered the drawing-room, and
greeted her guests with all that grace and ele-
gance of manner for which she was distin-
guished, Emily Archer surveyed her with one
rapid, critical glance; but dress, as well as
manner, was faultless.
It must be confessed that Kate Bennett
enters a room like a queen, she thought with
a pang of envy and jealousy, as in Richard
Warren's face she read undisguised admira-
tion of the lovely girl before them.
What casual observer, who had marked the
meeting of these young ladies, would have
dreamed that, under all their outward friend-
liness, each hated the other with her whole
heart I
. Yet so it was. Kate and Emily were rival
belles, and their claims to admiration were so
equally balanced that it required no little ex-
ertion, on either side, to gain the ascendency
and be acknowledged th ovictor., ,
If Kate, with her clwsical features, queen-,
ly dignity, elegant figure, and exquisite taste,
at -first sight threw her rival into the shade-
Emily's piquant. style, sparkling, animated
countenance, and sprightly conversation, were
bi many preferred to Kate's.statuesque beau-.
.ty. It.,wasimpossible' to docide which was
the loveliest;,eAch had her adherents and ad-
mireis, -but as they. werc e(lually numerous, it
seemed probable that the iseason would %draw
to a close without the, all-important: decision
of the question, which had been,. pa. excol-
lence, the belle, , ..: ..
Just at, this t me, Richard Warren rett.ned
,fr Euroi'e. -[The arrival of so undeniabWy
elegant, handsomc, and wealthy, a gentleman,
was an eyent--al,,thefashionablc,wor dwas.
,in a flutter--and .he. r ivals, saw. at I.ce that'
the important epoch had arrived. She whose
claim he advocated, whom he favored with
his admiration, would at once stand upon the
precarious pinnacle of belle-ship. Each left
nothing undone to win him to her side,
though their tactics were entirely different.
Emily brou.,ht to bear upon him the batter-
ies of her sprightly wit, while Kate adroitly
laid the mine of apparent queenly indiffer-
ence. As yet, though it was evident that
Richard admired both, his preference was not
known-perhaps he hardly knew himself
which he thought the most charming.
But during this exposition of the claims of
the rivals, a lively conversation had been go-
ing on. The last new novel and the opera
had been discussed, as well as some of their
mutual friends, and in the midst of some
wickedly witty remarks of Emily on a would-
be fashionable lady, a loud voice was heard in
the hall. It came nearer the door, and the
words could be distinctly understood:
You no-brained, impudent jackanapes, I'll
teach you manners. I'll make you laugh
on t'other side of your mouth !
The door was flung open, and in walked a
tall, athletic, and sun-burned young man,
whose really fine form was disguised in an ill-
looking suit of evidently domestic manufac-
ture, and who stood for a moment awkward-
ly looking around him; then, hastily approach-
ing Kate, he flung his arms around her, and
gave her a loud smack on the cheek.
She withdrew herself, quickly and haughti-
ly, from his embrace.
Sir she said, with freezing dignity.
Law! don't ye know who I be ? exclaim-
ed the new comer, in no wise disconcerted,
wa'al, now, I do actually believe you've for-
got me. Don't ye know yer cousin Ben? Ye
see, I don't like farmin' no how you can fix it,
so I quit that, and come to the city. Jim
Simpson was deown to our place, and he's
doin' first rate here. He said 'twas dreadful
hard work to get a start in the city, but I
guess I ain't a goin' to slump through wtere
he gets ahead. I'll resk it, anyhow.
At the commencement of this speech, Cath-
ar.ine had alternately flushed and paled, for
she was deeply mortified that Richard Warren
and Emily Archer shouljl have been the wit-
nessea of such a scene. She caught a triumph-
ant .and scornful glance from Emily. It re-
stored all her pride.
With. all the grace of which she was mis-
tress,' sh turned to the new comer:
You must excuse me, cousin Ben, she
ted, th it I had forgotten you. A few years
mIake great changes, and I can haidly retrace
In, your countenance a feature that reminds
me of the 'lad who went nutting with me in
,the dear old woods'of Hampton. Allow me,
Miss' Archer, she added, turning to. her, ,to
present, to you my .cousin, Mr. Adams-Mr.
War n, Adams; and with perfect com-
posure sh e saw his awkward bow and serape., .
inily Archer at once mischievously cPm--
menced a conversation with Mr. Adams, and
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