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II Ulfning TOice.--A writer in the Knickcr-
booker, draws, in the suboined brief sketch, a
revolving picture. Yet how many young men
are chasing gilded butterfies-thngs of day :
''How superior, thought |, is the love of this
young girl, unaccustomed 10 the world, to that Of
the heartless and false doll of dress whose every
word is for effect, and every thought desire for
admiration; who can sacrifice domestic pleasure,
and follow fashion and vice--vce of thought


y no lives only in crowds, and is miserable alone


who loves self supremely and takes husband for
his carriage and house, and enters into matrmo-
ny for the liberties it allows her. There are
such women the idols of the ball room and the
bellies of the watering places. They enjoy a
butterfly celebrity and then decay early in mind
thoughts must lnger around the bosoms of such
women on their dying beds as they think of their
neglected God Young men know not what
they follow, as they glide on in the wake of the
plumed syren ofthe dance. They are the false
lights which meteors hold out to draw the tumb-
ling ships upon the rocks. They lure us on with
music and the pattering of tiny feet and jewelled
fingers and false smiles, and false hearts and
when the victim is caught, like the yelled proph-
et,lhey display their awful hideousness. No, no!


Love is found in gentle hearts. 1t dwels not a.
mid the riots of pleasure; it dies in the glare of
splendor, and cannot live in the heart devoted to
dress and weak follies it is more matured in qui


etness than loud applause, or the worlds praise.
Give me the sharply defined feeling Of Young
and timid girl, and leave you to the confessions
Of the gaudy coquette Give me the beaming of
La liquid eye, and yield the bright and flashing
blaze of the proud beauty to Others" f.