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A FEW REMARKS ON MANY THINGS.
BY MRS. VALENTINE
This modern word, although now well under-1 “ I have often asked Mamma why you do not stood, may yet seem offensive to "ears polite:” go into the room when she has a party,” once but there is none other can express its terse and remarked a little girl to her maiden aunt, who ample meaning: Very fortunate are those who presided over the nursery as a sort of governess. cannot apply it to one or more of their ac- “ I'm sure you would be quite as pretty as any quaintance.
of the ladies I know, if you were but as well In one of the courts of law, years and years dressed; but I overheard Mamma telling Papa, ago, when the appellation of “ Humbug” was a the other day, that he might rest assured she novelty, a pert young barrister, cross-examining would never tell anybody you were her sister, an old lady who appeared as a witness, pro- because you looked so shabby. How very odd," voked her to designate his client as “a humbug.” continued the child, “that Mamma, who is so The lawyer professed astonishment at the ut- generous, should not share her fine dresses with terance, and added, "I should like you, Madam, you, when she so often tells me to love my to farour my lord and the gentlemen of the sisters, and divide all my nice things with jury with a definition of that word, for which I them!". suspect I might search Johnson's Dictionary to What wonderful observers these little chil. no purpose.'
dren are. The old lady, more than a match for her tor- The truly generous person is often reproached mentor, fixed her sharp eyes upon the speaker, with meanness because he will not give away and in a sarcastic tone replied, “Well, sir, were what does not belong to him; he denies himself I to inform the court that I deemed you a gen- many gratifications, so that he may be able to tleman, I should be a humbug !”
aid in the time of need his more unfortunate or This prompt retort turned the laugh against more improvident brethren. How necessary it the lawyer, who resumed his seat and asked her is for every one to set apart some portion of his no more questions.
income against the hour of sickness and adThere are many varieties of Humbugs, each versity, lest he become chargeable on the bounty of them doing more or less mischief, and all of those who have been more thoughtful. sailing under false colours-deceiving others, o The Sanctified Humbug, with his solemn face and not unfrequently deluding themselves with and starched gait, is one of the most contemptithe belief that they actually possess the virtues ble of his class; he who goes about with the which for worldly purposes they assume. So- Word of God on his lips and the Evil Spirit in ciety does not easily find out the generous Hum- his heart. You cannot speak of a bug
, who is everywhere quoted as being a fine, cheese,” or “a darned stocking," without his liberal fellow; his establishment is on the most quoting some sentence from Holy Writ, to imextravagant scale ; his furniture is costly, and press you with his study of the sacred volume. his cellar is stored with the choicest wines; he He will call you and himself poor polluted worms gives sumptuous entertainments to his rich ac- -fit only to crawl in dust and ashes; and if
you quaintances, and when the sparkling champagne happen to have the courage to dissent from so has addled their brains and melted their hearts, humiliating an assertion, he will lift up his eyes he takes that opportunity of proposing some in holy horror at your impiety: he will tell you plausible scheme by which his guests may be that yours is the pride of Satan; and like the Phaable to realize THOUSANDS, if they will advance risee and the Publican, he will be thankful he is him as many hundreds. Such a bait is often not like unto you: in all probability he will cut greedily swallowed, and in a short time the your society, unless he has anything to gain by bubble' bursts; and then the world discovers, it; for the sanctified Humbug is fond of the when too late, that the vaunted liberality of such creature comforts; the loaves and fishes are of a man has been practised at the expense of no small import to him; and he thinks the re
ligious meetings are very unably conducted if Many persons bear the character of being ex- they do not terminate with a feast and merry ceedingly liberal, who in reality are only extra- making. His narrow mind will only allow him vagant; they dress expensively, and make hand to give his custom to people of his own parsome presents to their friends, who are well ticular persuasion; and he will submit to be enough off to make them a more valuable return; cheated by them rather than deal with those but they will suffer their poor relations to pine whom he considers to be of the ungodly. in want and obscurity rather than make any There is an old story told of a shopkeeper, self-sacrifice to assist them.
who had the character of being a truly sanctified
man, until a neighbour one evening overheard What a false and crooked way of carrying out the following colloquy between him and his a really good object, and how little calculated to errand boy
make youth put trust and confidence in the you dried the sloe-leaves ?”
teachers! Yes, sir.”
One sees with unqualified regret this kind of you sanded the sugar, and watered the deception practised even in the nursery. A child tobacco ?"
is coaxed to take a necessary but nauseous dose Yes, sir.”
of physic, by being told - it is so nice;” of “ Then come to prayers ?”
course, as soon as he tastes it, he sputters it out Widely different is the conduct and manner of his mouth, and forthwith begins to kick and of the sincere Christian ; without parade and scream, naturally refusing all entreaties to take self-righteousness, he converses on the subject the remainder. How much wiser and better is it of religion at proper times and in proper places; at once to tell the truth, and impress upon his he uses no set phrases, no cant words; but if mind that the medicine is for his good, and must he feels you are more lukewarm than himself, be taken; give him afterwards a sugar plum, if he will tenderly try to instil into your breast the you like; but do not deceive him, nor do not faith which glows in his; he will not dare to tell him he will suffer no pain, when it is requicondemn those whose creed in utward forms site he should have a tooth extracted, but rather differs from his own; he may mourn in silence exaggerate the suffering, and encourage him to over what he considers are your errors; but he endure it patiently; point out to him, that the feels that He who created man is alone able to pang will be but momentary, and it will please judge him.
those about him to see that he bears it well. I There are many persons, with really kind know a lady who so beautifully brings up her natures, who can never take the straightfor children, that when they are sick or sorry, they ward course; an instance of this came under take the utmost pains to make light of their my observation when I was staying on a visit in trouble, lest they should vex and grieve “ dear a country town, where resided á lady of the self- mamma.” styled “pious class.” Mrs. took an active
When children are sent to a boarding-school part in collecting subscriptions for public chari- for the first time, the parents, to render the grief ties, and sometimes she went a very round-about of leaving home less poignant, will often proway to accomplish her desires. She had suc- mise them that they shall be sent for in a few ceeded to the house and grounds of an aged weeks, when there is no real intention of having relative, who had been in the habit of giving an
the children back until the vacation; after that, annual féte to the Sunday - school children. what little reliance can they place on the word Of course Mrs. felt it her duty to continue of their parents? and how can such people expect an example so laudable and popular; the girls their offspring to grow up with frank and open were therefore invited as usual to take tea, one hearts, if deception be practised towards them fine summer afternoon, on the lawn. Mrs. from the cradle? The golden rule of " TRUTHand her servants very busily superintended the FULNESS IN ALL THINGS cannot be too preparations ; and a pretty sight it was to see early instilled into the youthful mind. It is the clear shining faces of the children, as they quite possible for mothers to make almost angels joyously eyed the huge piles of plum cake which or demons of their children, according as they were placed upon the tables.
inculcate good or bad precepts. “ Now, my little dears," said Mrs. dressing her lowly guests with one of her bland
(To be continued.) est smiles, “which will you prefer-sugar in your tea; or a halfpenny to spend, and no sugar?”
“ A halfpenny! a halfpenny!" shouted fifty blithe voices in chorus; and forthwith the sugar basins were taken away by one of the attendants, SONG :-YES, I WILL SING TO THEE. whilst another distributed the money. The cakes were quickly demolished, and the un
Yes, I will sing to thee sweetened tea was soon drunk; the hymn of praise
The song thou lov'st to hearand thanksgiving had scarcely died away, when
Yes I will sing to thee, the mistress of the feast again addressed her
And strive thy gloom to cheer. visitors with—“Now, my little dears, you who are such good and well-taught children cannot,
Fain would I banish now I am sure, refuse each of you to put something
The clouds that thee o'ercast, into my missionary box ?”
And from thy care-worn brow There was for a few moments a dead silence,
Obliterate the past. whilst every eye was cast down, and
little hand grasped tighter its melting treasure ; but
Yes, I will sing to thee; the surprise and disappointment of the girls did
Oh, listen to my lay : not last long; one by one every halfpenny
Yes, I will sing to thee, dropped with a dull and clinking sound into
And chase thy gloom away. Mrs. -—'s missionary box.
THE TRIALS AND TRIUMPHS OF CARL MALANOTTI.
ELIZABETH YOU ATT.
" Oh, the little birds sang east, and the little birds sang west ;
And I said, in under-breath, all our life is mixed with death,
Miss E. B. BARRETT.
Carl Malanotti was the youngest son of a change suddenly into a strain of such pensive Swiss peasant. Happy, home-loving, every-day sweetness that it seemed to melt the very
heart. sort of people were those among whom his early Carl loved his mother dearly, and her fond lot was cast. After all, it is not the rarely gifted, caresses and earnest praise delighted, but they the aspiring, but the simple, the home-loving, did not satisfy him. "How soon do the restless who are really happy—those upon whom the aspirations of genius soar above the charmed pride of genius is apt to look down with a pity- home circle into the world! ing smile, and call “ everyday sort of people !" Before he was sixteeen, Carl painted a picture The poets' Chateaux en Espagne, beautiful as which completely covered one side of their little they are in their aërial architecture, are not to sitting-room: it was a family group-the old, be compared to the comfortable, albeit the hum- grey-headed father, with the bible lying open ble abode of domestic affection. Although, God upon his knee; the dear mother; the beautiful knows, even the latter are frail enough, if not Grete; the careful Isabel; his brothers, in the built " within the precincts of holy ground, and picturesque costume of their canton; and his within hearing of the waters of life.
own slight and boyish form, holding a brush Carl's brothers and sisters went every day to and palette : in the back ground was a pale, their household tasks, or tended the cattle on shadowy figure-half woman, half angel-inthe far-off mountains : they paused to admire tended to represent a fair young sister, “ not the Alpine sunsets, and watch their rose tints on lost, but gone before.” One hand pointed tothe white snow; or gathered flowers in the plea- wards the bible, and the other upwards. An sant valleys, which they wove into garlands to experienced artist would, in all probability, have adorn their home. And of an evening, when objected to the bright colouring of the whole Carl read aloud some little poem of his own picture—its chief merit in the eyes of its humble composing, they recognized their own feelings admirers—and discovered at once that the likeclothed in beautiful language, and wondered. ness of each consisted rather in some individual
My very thoughts!” exclaimed his sister peculiarity of dress and manner, than an exact Grete, clapping her white hands; “if I could similarity of feature. Time, the great artist, only have expressed them !"
has remédied both these defects. The picture is But for that only, we should all be poets ; faded, and there are none left to recognize the and therefore it is that all love poetry.
forms and countenances pourtrayed thereon. Carl's mother said that she liked to hear him It is sunset, even as we write; one single ray sing best; upon which he would either set the glistens through the green vine-leaves around lines to music on the spur of the moment, or the cottage casement, and rests brightly and invent fresh ones, in which the words and the lingeringly upon the pictured bible on the old melody seemed to flow together quite naturally. man's knees; the angel-sister points to it also If this chanced on the Sabbath-day, he always with her pale fingers, and looks up smilingly; sang a hymn, the embodiment of Sabbath the rest is lost in shadow. Faith whispers that thoughts; while the good mother wept as she they are altogether now, in heaven! But Carl's listened, praying in the depths of her loving picture has set us dreaming, and we forget that heart for God's blessing upon her gifted child. we are as yet on the very threshold of our his
Carl had a violin, which the neighbours said tory. After all, it was only natural that he could do everything but speak; now he would should paint pictures with his brush, even as he make it moan like a sick person, and anon painted the world in his imagination-in bright laugh out wildly, as if in mockery of its own and glowing colours. wailings. Sometimes there seemed a strange Carl had an uncle who played the organ in sobbing among the strings, for all the world the little village church, and had taught him all like a human being in sorrow, followed by a he knew-an easy task, in which the pupil left shrieking and screaming, as if that being had the master far behind. Uncle Pierre, as he was gone mad. When his mother complained that it called, had travelled in his youth, and was looked made her feel melancholy to hear him, he would upon as a shrewd man-- --- possibly because he
was in general a silent one. Many people have , but he answered readily, nevertheless : “Recol. obtained that character for the same reason, who lections of Switzerland.” deserved it less. Few things of any importance “But not one person in a thousand has been took place in the family without consulting uncle to Switzerland, and therefore they would not Pierre; and what could be more important than recognize it.” the future profession of his favourite nephew? “ The language of home-love and tender rePoet, artist, and musician, Carl knew not which gret is universal,” replied Carl. to choose; he only felt a strange longing to “ Cannot you manage to play something more leave his quiet home for the busy world, in lively?” which so many bright prophecies were to be Carl's violin laughed again, as if at the marealized-for every one said that Carl Malanotti nager's want of taste; but the great man was in would be a great man! Uncle Pierre shook no humour to be pleased. The interview conhis head, swept bis withered fingers lingeringly cluded by his offering Carl a place in the orover the silent keys of the organ, and advised chestra as soon as he should have learnt to keep music.
time with the band-an herculean task for the “ As an artist,” observed the old man, “al- eccentricities of genius! The young man withthough God forbid that I should say a word | drew in indignant silence. against that picture, especially before your mo- Weeks elapsed, and brought no better success. ther-as an artist you have very much to learn ; | Few would even give him a hearing, and no one and while you study you may starve ! Poetry, offered an engagement. Poor Carl began to of course, is not to be thought of; one might as despair. One evening, in order to pass away well hope to live on the moonlight--and yet the the time, he sketched the head of an angel on moonlight is very beautiful, and every one loves a panel in his little room; and whenever he felt it. Concentrate all your powers upon music- sad or hungry-and alas ! both these feelings make it the vehicle of your artistic and poetical were of but too frequent occurrence-he worked dreamings, the language of your inmost soul— at the picture, until it began at length-or it and you will, you must succeed; and that at was fancy--to look down upon him with a pitying once! Here you need less teaching; and if, smile. When he came home at night it was years hence, it should prove that we have quite like a companion. Sometimes it seemed been too sanguine, or your heart clings yearn- to resemble the beautiful Grete-only more ingly, amid its greatness, to your mountain pensive-it may be as she was now when she home, come back again and be our village sat thinking of her absent brother ; at others be organist.”
thought it more like the quiet Isabel : but most A few weeks afterwards Carl Malanotti went of all it reminded him of that other sister whose to Paris, where he had a letter of introduction name had passed into a prayer. to the manager of one of the principal theatres. Three months after his first arrival in Paris, “ If he once plays in public," said Uncle Pierre, Carl again called upon the manager to whom “ his fortune is made !” His mother smiled he had brought the letter of introduction, and and wept by turns; she would not for worlds accepted the offer which he had before so proudly have detained him, and yet she could not bear rejected. He was starving! The man saw it, to let him go. Love and ambition, and some- and made his own terms. thing holier still struggled together in her bosom. It was a happy day for them at home, when “ Carl,” whispered she, “ you must be a good they heard that Carl was at length engaged to as well as a great man, or my heart will break!" play at the theatre. They little dreamed of the His beautiful sister, Grete, hung upon his neck, weary ordeal through which he had passed, or the and wept, almost for the first time in her life; miserable salary that hardly kept body and soul while the affectionate Isabel reminded him of together. “It is best so," thought Carl;" God his promise, that she should be his little house forbid that I should grieve the dear mother! It keeper as soon as ever he was in a position to will not be always thus!" Uncle Pierre saw require one. The old father had but his blessing him, in his mind's eye, standing calm and proud to bestow.
before the footlights with his wonderful violin, “ No matter,” said Uncle Pierre, “the con- while all around was a sea of human faces, trast will seem all the greater when Carl returns earnest, spell-bound, and admiring; he never -as he will return--crowned with wealth and thought of looking at a pale attenuated figure, honour! It is more glorious to earn than to meanly clad, who stood in the farther corner of inherit.”
the orchestra, and played on mechanically and The eyes of the young musician kindled, and unheard, amid a crash of instruments. Ísabel his cheeks flushed.
prepared her simple wardrobe so as to be ready “ God's will be done!" murmured the old to start for Paris at a moment's notice. And the man, placing his trembling hands upon the beautiful Grete dreamed that Carl had sent her bowed head of his youngest born. But God's a chain and cross of massive gold. will is not our will, or his ways our ways.
The only thing that smiled upon
Carl Carl went to Paris; he played before the first night was the angel on the panel, as he manager of the theatre.
What do you call stepped wearily over the threshold upon his rethat?" asked he, as the strain concluded. turn, and met 'the sweet and pitying glance of
Carl had never thought to call it anything; his own creating; never had it appeared so like he would as soon have sought to name a dream; I the lost one. " It will not be always thus!"
The Trials and Triumphs of Carl Malanotti.
were the words of the disappointed musician, , himself something of an artist ; "and that also conscious of innate genius, and anticipating the was in a painting. They have haunted me ever glories of a future fame. It will not be always since.” thus !" was the silent language of the angel ; Further inquiries were made; the “ Virgin " there is rest in heaven!” Carl flung off his Mary” paid for so readily that the man only rewet cloak; his own mother would scarcely have gretted that he had not demanded more; and recognized him, he was so changed. He drew then they all three crossed the street, and the flickering lamp towards him, and read in a ascended, with the landlady's permission, to the small clasped book-her gift ; and as he read he small unfurnished attic of Carl Malanotti, for wept.“ I will go back," murmured he," and she knew that he would not be back from replay the organ in the old church.”
hearsal for some hours. It will be a fine thing Months passed away, and Carl was still in for him, poor boy, if he can sell his picture," Paris, living, or rather starving upon his pitiful thought the old woman; “ besides, he can then salary, and nursing a thousand wild and am
pay me my rent." bitious visions destined never to be realized ; " And so this young man, this artist, wastes mistaking disease for over-fatigue, and dying, his life over the violin?” observed one of the even while he dreamt that genius must live for strangers, after a long silence that was eloquent
of praise. A celebrated violinist, on his way to Rome, Yes, truly," repeated the landlady, was engaged to perform for one night at the wastes his life!" theatre where Carl was. The house was crowded, · Give him this card,” continued the purand notwithstanding the liberal terms which he chaser of the “ Virgin Mary,” extending one had offered, the manager cleared a considerable which bore a noble name. “Tell him to come sum." That's what I call playing,” said he. to us, and that a higher destiny awaits him.”
" The Signor L--- has not done more than “ A higher destiny awaits him," muttered the I could do," observed Carl, who happened to be old woman, as though fearful of forgetting her standing by, and a flush of conscious power message. passed over his thin, hollosy cheek.
The rich man had unknowingly uttered a " Pshaw! And even if it were so, you have prophecy. no name. You might perform to empty boxes, Carl returned at the usual time. The landlady for no one would take the trouble to come and gave him the card and told him what had passed,
but he neither saw nor heard; he was ill-his But how is a name to be won unheard ?" brain swam-and he fell lifeless at her feet. " That is a subject we never concern ourselves Weeks passed away, the fever had abated, about."
and Carl again opened his weary eyes. Was he Carl turned away with a sigh; but during the still dreaming ? or did they indeed close again rehearsal a bright thought came across him like like those of a tired child, upon the bosom of the a lightning flash. The manager was doubtless dear mother? Yes, there she sat, weeping and one of those who see only with the eyes of the blessing God, while the angel looked down and world, and recognize no talent until it becomes smiled upon them both-the good angel who known and appreciated by others. But the had restored them to one another! Signor L-- was a man of genius-a kindred The owner of the card, after waiting a few spirit-he was rich too; but Carl wanted not days, came to know the reason why Carl had his gold; he yearned only for his sympathy. not called, and found him-as it was then “ He will understand, he will pity; perhaps he thought-dying. will aid me,” thought Carl, “not with his money,
Has he no relatives to whom we could but his advice and influence.”
send?” inquired the Count de M--, who was Equally gifted, but not equally fortunate—at well known in the higher circles of Paris as a least as the world uses the term--the poor mu- liberal patron of the arts, and in the lower as a sician stood before the hotel of his wealthy bro-kind friend to the poor. ther, and learned that he had left last night for “I never heard of any," replied the old Italy !
woman; “ and he was not one to say much, Two gentlemen paused at a small shop in even when he could, and that is past now; but one of the back streets of Paris, to examine an a letter came for him yesterday.” old picture of the Virgin Mary; the colours That letter was from Carl's mother, and the were faded, and the frame, which had been Count opened and answered it. Who shall originally only a wooden one, was worn and describe the mother's feelings when the reply worm-eaten, but the beautiful expression of the came, written in a strange hand, and containing countenance struck them with admiration, for a handsome remittance to defray the expense of they were both lovers and seekers after the a hasty journey to Paris ? or when she first beautiful in art.
gazed upon the miserable wreck of her gifted “What a divine light shines in those speaking child? And now the joy of his restoration to eyes!” exclaimed one; and his enthusiasm life and consciousness made amends for all. doubled the price which the owner had at first Carl heard with wonder of the magnificent sum intended to have asked.
which the Count de M-- had offered for the “I never saw eyes that smiled like those until angel on the panel-for it seemed magnificent yesterday," said the picture-dealer, who was to him and that when he grew strong and well