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It was a most provoking thing that young Harry himself as a candidate for the school in the beautiful Warren should have fallen in love with pretty May village of G-, some fifty miles distant from his naLillie—he simply a village school-master whom no- tive town. He was accepted, and entered upon the body knew—and she the only daughter of the richest duties of his new office with hope and energy. And and proudest man in the whole county of Erie, whom then—the very first thing he did was to fall in love! every body knew! It was not only very provoking, foolish fellow-instead of teaching the young idea to but it was also very unfortunate for the poor fellow, shoot—he suffered himself to be shot—through the as he might as well have aspired to wed yon bright sparkling roguish eyes of little May Lillie did Cupid evening star, as to lead to the altar the daughter of aim his dart—twang—he was gone! Diogenes Lillie, Esq., Ex. M. C.

See the maliciousnessof Fate! If May had been Diogenes Lillie, Esq., professed to be a very but the child of some poor widow or parson-or had learned man, an immensely learned man, and his Harry claimed descent from some lordly aristocrat, library accordingly occupied one whole wing of his the course of true love might not have run so crooked. large and costly mansion. No one far or near could Leander swam the Hellespont to reach his love, breast- boast of so many square feet of knowledge. He paing bravely the surging billows, which parting before tronized the arts and sciences, and hinted at many him, bore him exultingly to the feet of Hero—but wonderful inventions at work in his brain, which how shall Harry force the adamantine chains with were in time to burst forth and astonish the world. which Mammon bars the way to happiness! Assist He also courted the muses, and was convinced that him ye gods of hapless lovers.

should he once plume his flight to Parnassus, there My hero was the son of a farmer, more rich in would be an immense fluttering among all soaring children ihan in acres, and who could only afford poets, whom he should distance at once by his bold them in schooling, value received for a few bushels and flashing imagery. of wheat, rye, or potatoes.

Could the eyes of poor old Dominie Sampson have Young Harry had no taste for agriculture. The rested upon the countless volumes which like “Alps plough furrowed his handsome countenance, and the on Alps" arose to the lofty ceiling, would not his harrow harrowed his soul. Neither did he fancy me. meagre, bony jaws have ushered in—"pro-di-gious!" chanics—he turned from the anvil, the carpenter's for there was one compartment devoted to theology, bench, the awl, and the scissors, with equal repug. another to geology, and spaces for all the 'ologies, nance. Books, books alone were his passion. For then there were divisions for astronomy, for botany, these all else were neglected, the cattle strayed loose for history, for travels—there was the poet's corner, in the fields, the pigs crept through to the garden, the and the niche of romance. There were books in wheat remained unshocked, and the grass uncut, French, and German, and Spanish, and Russian, and while Harry under a tree lost himself amid the tato Italian, and a mausoleum for the dead languages. I tered leaves of an old book, which every breath of cannot vouch that “one poor head could carry” all wind threatened to sweep far from him. This was a this, that the brain of the great Diogenes contained sore trial to his father, but after fruitlessly exhaust- as many chambers as his library divisions—but it was ing all his arguments to dissuade his son from the

a very pleasant thing for him to gaze up and down, folly of larning,” he finally gave it up, and left and down and up, upon their cosily gold-lettered Harry unmolested to follow his bent. The clergy. backs! Then there were also busts, and statues, and man of the village admiring the perseverance of the globes, and blow-pipes, and barometers, and theryoung farmer-boy, and wishing to encourage such mometers scattered around, and here in this hall of laudable zeal, kindly volunteered to assist him in his inspiration, devoted to the "sisters three and such studies, and with unwearied toil by night and by day, branches of learning," did Mr. Lillie spend the most Harry Warren was finally prepared to enter college. of his invaluable time.

At the age of twenty-one he graduated honorably, Now great wisdom is said to bestow upon its posand left the college walls, his head well-stored with sessor a contempt for wealth proportionate, which, knowledge-a light heart—a lighter purse, and a by the way, may be the reason why so many learned strong will to persevere in the path he had marked writers and men of genius have died in a garret. If out for himself, a path which, after many crooked so—1here was no fear that the last breath of Diogenes windings, was, as his sanguine imagination assured Lillie, Esq., would be drawn in an attie, for he lost him, to lead him eventually on the high road to fame. not sight of his gold in the depths of his wisdom, but

To put a little money in his pocket, and at the so skillfully managed his financial concerns, ihat same time gain some leisure for study, he offered though apparently paying little heed to business, as

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he sat there ensconced amid his books and papers, | musing and abstraction. When she heard his footthe ball was kept constantly rolling and constantly step approaching, her heart beat audibly, and in her accumulating.

class she no longer raised her saucy eyes lo misconYet what militated most against the love of Harry strue her lesson, but scarcely lifted their drooping Warren, he had resolved from the time when pretty lids as she answered in faint tones the questions put May slipped her leading-strings, that she should be to her. the wife of some great man wielding authority; and In short, Love had conquered the merriest and pray what virtue was there in the petty birch-iwig, most mischievous maiden that ever laughed at his or the twelve inch ruler, which were the only sym- wiles ! bols of authority the young school-master wielded! One day in early spring, ere the snow-drop or the

“However, there is no need of my troubling my- crocus, had dared to list their pretty heads above the self upon that head yet!” would Mr. Lillie year after snowy mantle in which old winter had so long kept year say to himself—"May is but a child-it will be them snug and warm, May placed in her bosom a time enough years hence to pick out a husband for bright and beautiful rose-bud. It was the first her her."

little conservatory had yielded, and as she that mornPick out a husband ! just as if the bright eyes of ing for the first time discovered it peeping through the May were not capable of selecting for themselves-rich green leaves, she thought she had never seen any or that the eyes of sixty could see for those of six thing so fresh and beautiful. Carefully plucking it teen.

from the luxuriant branch, she bore off the fragrant But there is in reality no need of Mr. Lillie's troub- trophy to exhibit to her young companions. ling himself, for the deed is done, and the little gipsy Well to be sure it was only a rose-bud—but as May engaged in as pretty a flirtation, as ever spread Harry descried it sitting so proudly upon its pure and the rosy light of love around the hearts of youth. lovely throne, something whispered that with that

tiny rose his fate was linked-was it thornless, or Let me exculpate my unfortunate hero from all should he wounded and complaining henceforth bid attempts to win the affections of his beautiful pupil. adieu to bappiness ! On the contrary, it seems a mystery that his oddities May caught the glance of the master, and blushed and awkwardness should have awoke any other emo- and trembled just as if she perfectly comprehended tion than pity in the heart of May-for he was so what was passing through his mind, and as suddenly terribly ungraceful in her presence-why if he the little rose-bud was invested with new and tenfold merely spoke to her his voice was so low and tremu- value. She would fain have hid it next her heart lous, that she had really to approach her little head from the careless gaze of her young associates, for quite near to catch a word he said—and as for his she felt that it had now become a sacred thing which scholarship, you would have thought him a dunce, so their touch would profane. many egregrious blunders did he commit in hearing Suddenly, May bent her head over her desk, and her recitations-and he could no more guide her shook her long raven curls over her blushing cheek, little hand in making those pretty and delicate strokes as she heard a well-known step behind her, and felt which marked her copy-book, than he could fly to the that the large eloquent eyes of the master were fixed moon. You would have been amazed that such a upon her. But for the throbbing of her own little fine, handsome young fellow, could have made such heart, she could have heard the rapid pulsation of a booby of himself!

his, while his breath almost stirred the beautiful However, never were scholars blessed with so in- ringlet which rested upon her bosom. Rapidly her dulgent a master, and his popularity rose in propor- little hand now moved over the slate, glancing to the tion, while as your lovers are for the most part but right and left, tracing figure upon figure, as though little given to the “flesh-pots of Egypt,” he was pro- its mistress had not a thought, but was occupied in nounced by all economical housewives upon whose deciphering the rules of Coleman. It was a most hospitality he was semi-monthly thrown, to possess puzzling sum-never had she attempted one so diffithe most accommodating taste, and could dine from cull-in vain she erased-in vain began again. of beef and cabbage, pork and parsnips, peas porridge, course it was all wrong, and so Harry, as in duty or mush and milk, with equal relish.

bound, took the pencil and sat down by her side to I am sorry to say, that at first May joined in the extricate her from her difficulties--as a school-master laugh with her mischievous school-mates at the oddi- you know, there was no other way! lies of the master, and contrived many little tricks to But, dear me-instead of looking upon the slate, vex him. Yet if she raised her eyes a moment from his eyes never fell a bit lower than that little rose. her book, she was sure to encounter those of Harry bud-a pretty teacher, to be sure ! fixed upon her, with an expression so mournful, yet " Ahem-hat is a beautiful rose, Miss May!" so tender, as bathed her cheek with blushes, and her “Yes, sir.” eyes with tears of contrition. Her frolicks therefore “You-you are fond of flowers, I see.” soon yielded to a more pensive mood. She could Yes, sir." not tell why, but the thoughtless mirth of her com- “They are a favorite study of mine-are you panions vexed and annoyed her-she no longer joined much versed in the language of flowers, my-ahemin those idle pranks, which had for their object the Miss May ?" ridicule of the master, but gave way to sudden fits of “They always speak to me of God's love and goodness," replied May, as demurely as if she had been | whence, though many times coaxed and flattered, it answering her minister.

had as yet resolutely refused to stir. “True, dear Miss May,” said Harry. “They are Upon the table before him, bearing at each corner indeed, as the poet says—the smiles of angels' bless- respectively a bust of Plato, of Shakspeare, Homer, ing and cheering us on our earthly pilgrimage—but and Milton, were pamphlets, reviews, folios, quartos aside from this heavenly mission, the poet has also and duodecimos, thickly strewn—but what was more bestowed upon them another language :

to the purpose, there was drawn up close to the elbow

of Mr. Lillie, a quire of hot-pressed letter-paper, with 'In eastern lands they talk in flowers, And they tell in a garland their loves and cares,

edges of gold—a silver standish, bearing the golden Each blossom that blooms in their garden bowers, pen ingrafied in a feather of pearl, and the cerulean On its leaves a mystic language bears.'

ink with which genius should indite the virgin page, Is it so—do you believe this, May ?”

whenever said genius should deign to issue from its May made no answer, but bent her head still lower dark hiding-place. over the book before her, and the little rose-bud trem- The lips of Diogenes were closely pressed tobled as though moved by some breath of summer. gether-his eyes upturned with a frenzied glare to

“The—the rose, May,” continued Harry, “seems the ceiling, and deep indentations, like the rind of a to have been ever a favorite and expressive flower musk-melon, corrugated his brow. of this mystic garland:

Reader-he was conceiving.

Bringing down his clinched band with a force " The rose is the sign of joy and love, Young blushing love in its earliest dawn.'»

which made old Homer nod, he exclaimed:

"I will write. Yes, I will write a poem-will There was a pause.

astonish the world-my talents shall no longer re“May-May, will you give me the rose ?" main under a bushel, but shall go forih like the sword

May timidly raised her eyes to his—they were filled of Gideon to hew down all minor poets! Upon what with tears.

theme shall I first spend my genius—let me con“Will you, May-will you give me the rose ?”

sider,” (drawing the paper still nearer and dipping the The next moment the little bud was in the hand of golden pen into the flowing liquid,) “gold—ihe Age the transported Harry, accompanied with a look of of Gold-lhe Golden Age-yes, · The Golden Age' it such innocent, confiding love, as made his heart dance shall be. My sublimity shall throw Milton into the with rapture.

shade,” (with a look at the blind bard)—"my glowWas there ever in after life a moment of such pure ing pictures of rural life shall starile the lovers of and exquisite happiness as then filled the hearts of Homer,” (a bow 10 the god)—“ my wit shall cut with the lovers!

the keen sarcasm of Shakspeare,” (looking glorious But the rose-bud, the poor rose-bud, bitterly did Will full in the face)" while the tout ensemble it rue the change from its lovely resting-place shall form such a completeness of wisdom, as might to the great hand of the school-master-besides honor even the head of a Plato!” (a triumphant coming very near being crushed to pieces between glance at the old philosopher.) that and the dainty little fingers of May as she placed

And thus encouraged, the gold pen capered, and it therein!

flashed, and flourished from side to side like a mad Well, it must have been a puzzling sum indeed to thing-pointing notes of admiration here, dotting and keep the master so long at May Lillie's desk! and scratching there, and then diving deep into the sea of taking advantage of his inattention, the mischievous ink, plumed its pearly pinion for new and higher scholars carried on a pretty little by-play of their flights. own—there was littering in corners, and whispering

For three weeks did the poet bury himself in his behind torn covers--and soft, soft tiptoeing from one library with dead and living authors. seat 10 another, and little paper pellets flying like

And every morning he kissed his pretty May-flower hail-stones from side to side. Ah, dear, happy chil

as she tied on her little bonnet: dren—there is no danger-you might knock the mas

“There, there—go along child; be a good girl and ter's head off, and he would never know it!

obey the master." “Young ladies-children-I give you a holyday,"

And then as she came to bid him good-night: quoth Harry, repping his desk with the dread ferule,

“There, there; go to bed, child, and don't forget insignia of his power.

your lessons." "A holydayhuzza-huzza—a holyday!" shouted Not she, bless her! Why she never forgot a single the girls and boys, rushing from the school-room. lesson the school-master taught her-she had every

But the older girls looked slyly at each other, and word by heart ! then at the blushing May.

At length the Golden Age was ready to burst like “Look-look !"exclaimed hall-a-dozen in a breath. a blazing star upon this dull coppery world, and was "The master is walking home with May Lillie!"

the most sublime thing, in the opinion of its author,

that was ever written--and who, pray, could be a Diogenes Lillie, Esq., sat in his study. Around better judge! him were gathered all those powerful incentives ne- Now Mr. Lillie having some conception of the ig. cessary to call forth that great masterly genius which norance of the critics, having once (although it is a lay hid somewhere in his brain-somewhere—from great secret,)sent a huge MSS. to the Harpers, which


was pronounced "stuff”-it might have been very he was forced to nod his head continually like a Chigood stuff notwithstanding-resolved that ere he es- nese mandarin in a toy-shop." sayed the publishers, he would give his unique poem “Mr. Warren,” proceeded the author, wheeling in all its unfledged beauty to his native village. It his chair round and regarding our hero with great bewas a capital idea. It should be delivered before the nignity, “I have imbibed a great regard for you, and Lyceum to an astonished audience. He could then mean to make your fortune—to smooth your path to have some faint idea perhaps of the applause which eminence. Yes, I like you, and am convinced there awaited its appearance in 12mo., calf and gilt. is no one more worthy than yourself to receive

One evening he dispatched a hasty note to our Harry started—his face radiant with hope, he bent young school-master, and requested to see him imme- eagerly forward 10 catch the rest of the sentence. diately upon business of a private nature.

“But, by the way, my young friend, this conversaHeavens how poor Harry trembled as he perused tion must be strictly confidential.” this terrible summons ! All was discovered then- "Certainly, my dear sir!" exclaimed Harry, almost Mr. Lillie knew of his presumptuous love, and had breathless. sent to banish him forever from the presence of May. “ Yes, Mr. Warren, there is something about you And then our little heroine-into what an agony of which pleases me, and therefore I am about to condoubt and apprehension was she thrown, as she read fer upon you a most precious gift—to bestow upon the billet which Harry contrived to slip into her you my-ah, can't you guess wbat it is ?" smiling hand.

archly. At the hour appointed, with an unsteady hand, "O, my dear sir," said Harry, seizing his hand, Harry knocked at the door of Mr. Lillie's library." if I might dare to hope !" The great Diogenes himself appeared at the thresh- “ Yes, Mr. Warren, I am about to give you myhold—and imagine the surprise of our hero to be poem !" greeted with:

" Your poem!" “Come in, come in, my dear sir-I am most happy “My poem.” to see you," (shaking him warmly by the hand.) “Sit

“ Your poem!" down, Mr. Warren," (motioning to a seat at the table “Yes, my poem—that is, the reputation of the of the gods.) “It has long been my wish to know thing." you better than my very limited time would allow- Harry started up and paced the room as if pursued my pursuits” (glancing complacently around him,) by all the furies. “are a great bar to social intercourse. The muses “Ah, I thought I should surprise you," cried Mr. Mr. Warren, the muses I find are very jealous Lillie. “Come, sit down again. I said I would ladies--do you cultivate their acquaintance ? No? make your fortune, and I will. Now this poem, Mr. Ah, I am surprised, for I assure you I have formed Warren, you shall have the honor of delivering bea very high opinion of your talents."

fore the Lyceum as your own—ihink of thal—as your Harry bowed, and said something about honor, own production." &c., &c.

Poor Harry was struck aghast. “But, my dear “My daughter, Mr. Warren," (ah! now it is com sir," he exclaimed, “I can never consent to such a ing! thought poor Harry,)“my daughter, I am in- gross imposition!” clined to believe, has made great proficiency under “I honor you the more for your delicacy young your instruction-you have my thanks for initiating man," replied the poet; “but banish it—there is no her into some of the more abstruse sciences which need of it between friends, we perfectly understand she never before attended to."

each other you know you shall deliver this poem." Did IIarry dream, or was the wrath of Mr. Lillie(" The Lord deliver me!" mentally prayed Harry.) veiled under the most cutting irony! He could only “ Listeners will applaud-copies will be solicitedbow, and smile “a ghastly smile."

your fame will reach the city-Morris and Willis “And speaking of the Muses, my dear young sir," will rank you among their favorite young poets-the continued Mr. Lillie, “I have just been amusing myself with a trifle-a mere flight of fancy-if you “But, Mr. Lillie, why not deliver this poem your. have a few moments leisure now, I will read you a self-why not wear your own laurels ?” interrupted few passages."

Harry. Of course our hero considered himself favored " Ahem—Mr. Warren, I am averse to popularity and accordingly with true bombastic style Mr. Lillie —notoriety of any kind I detest-I prefer to quaff read several stanzas from the closely written pages stealthily at the fount of Helicon, and tread with felted of his poem. Never had Harry listened to such trash footsteps the Parnassian hill-stop, ihal 's a new

- he could hardly credit his senses that any man idea, I 'll note it. So long as I have the mental sashould be so inflated with vanity as to deem it even tisfaction of knowing the poem is mine, what matters passable !

it whether you or I have the reputation! Say no "Ah, it strikes you I see,” said Mr. Lillie. “I more-you accept my proposition of course.” knew it would. Yes, I see it hits your vein exactly “Mr. Lillie" this convinces me that our tastes are conge- “Not a word, my dear sir-I will take care that nial."

you are invited to deliver the next Lyceum lectureAgain Harry bowed—not daring to trust his voice, two weeks hence remember. That gives you ample

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time to study the poem and conceive my meaning. quence of those beautiful eyes! Not Harry; no, nor Come here every evening-you shall have my assist any other young lover I am sure. ance. I will not detain you longer-good-night. From that evening, dear reader, only imagine my You will find May somewhere-in the drawing-room unlucky hero imprisoned hour after hour with the most probably; she will be glad to see you, for I dare learned author, declaiming that—"infernal poem," say she is puzzling her little head about something (I quote Harry's own words.) Do you not pity him? which you can explain. Good-night."

But then-he stolen half hour below, assisting This latter clause sutliced to check all further op- | little May in her lessons—do you not envy him! position from Harry, for the moment at least, and In the meantime Mr. Lillje had not been idle. He with rapid steps he now sought the drawing-room. had forwarded letters to some of the most influential

“Dear Harry!" cried May, springing toward him men of the neighboring towns, inviting them to at as he entered, and looking up in his face as if to read tend ihe next Lyceum, where as he informed ihem, there the stern mandate which was to separate them a young author, a poet, was to make his début before forever.

their intelligent community. In confidence he as“Dearest May, do not tremble thus,” replied sured them ihey would be astonished at the depth and Harry, leading her to a seat; “believe me you have power of his genius. He had himself looked over no cause."

the poem, and although he would not wish to fore. “Ah-does he ihen approve of our love !” ex. stall their admiration, thus much he would say, that claimed May, her sweet young face illumined with he had never read such a production ! hope.

“Your father has been kind, my dear girl, and that The eventful evening arrived, and from every he does not even suspect our love I am convinced, turnpike and cross-road people came flocking in to or he would have been less so. His kindness, how- listen to the young author—some because of the favor ever, if it may be called so," (and the lip of Harry of Mr. Lillie, others to compliment ibeir favoritecurled doubtingly,)“ has placed me in a most awk- the school-master. ward predicament. Listen, dear May, and help me Escorted by the great and learned Diogenes Lillie, if you can.”

E-q., and a few of the leading members, Harry was He then as briefly as possible related the conver- conducted to the hall, and seated within the inclosure sation he had just held with her father, and the of the platform. strange proposition made him. No wonder he felt To depict his feelings would be impossible—he provoked at the merry laugh with wbich the little knew he was about to make himself ridiculous, and maiden closed his rueful communication.

was tempted more than once to turn his back and Confess now, Harry, you deem papa's poem quit the scene of his approaching disgrace. Not. most execrable stuff!” she said, looking him archly withstanding the tempting reward he had in view, the in the face.

alternative was a hard one-but his eye turned to a “Dear May, you know 1—"

distant corner of the hall where the sweet face of “Confess, confess Harry-no equivocation !" cried May smiled upon him, and her fair hand waved enMay, shaking her little finger.

couragement. He wavered no longer. “Well, May, I will be honest then-you know, Resolving to meet his fate like a hero, Harry now dear one, I would not for worlds wound your feel- arose, and after a few preliminaries introducedings, but really I must confess I never listened to “The Golden Age." more senseless jargon!"

The two first stanza elicited a general smile from “ That's excellent-the more absurd the better," the audience, the third and fourth exerted a different said May, laughing; "and you will deliver it, influence-influenza became universal, to judge from Harry."

the coughing and hem-ming! Between the fifth and “May!” exclaimed her lover reproachfully, "you sixth, many persons lest the house, and as Harry with surely cannot ask me to make myself ridiculous !” the energy of despair drew near the close of the first Hem—do you love me, Harry ?"

canto, the hissing and hooting of boys outside and in “Can you doubt, it dearest May ?”

the building was almost dealening, while one of the “Then if you love me, as Hamlet says, 'speak the committee arose and advised the orator to sit duwn! speech I pray you.' No doubt it will be hissed-s0 With the self-satisfaction of a martyr he was premuch the better-you will be laughed at-better paring to do so, when his eye suddenly fell upon the still"

author, whom he detected at a glance to be the most “May, May!" cried her lover, turning away from active in the war of ridicule which was waging her, “ if you loved me you would not say this !” against him. Rage for the moment overcame his

“Ah--not if it gains papa's consent to our union !" discretion. Hurling the manuscript upon the floor,

“ That indeed—but, dearest May, to become a he sprang from the desk, made one leap down the laughing-stock-to have the finger of derision pointed steps, and rushed upon his deceitful patron! at one-to feel the lash of the critic, and—”

“Do you dare to laugh at me!” he exclaimed, pale To call litile May your own!” added the coaxing with anger, “ do you dare lo utter a word, you-you gipsy.

who are yourself the” Who could resist such an appeal from such a pair A little hand was on his arm, and a soft voice of rosy lips? or unrelenting behold the mute elo | whispered:

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