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was at one time a prominent lecturer. Among BELLA FRENCH SWISHER.
her published works are the “ History of Brown ELLA FRENCH SWISHER was born at Tren
County, Wisconsin," in several volumes, “Strug
gling up to the Lights,' Homeless Thought at ton, Dade county, Georgia, about forty-five
Home,” “Cassie,” “ The Story of a Woman's years ago; on her mother's side she is related to
Love," and Rocks and Shoals.' R. J. P. Generals Jacob Brown and Henry Lee, of Revolutionary fame. Her grandfather, Capt. William Lee, commanded the first passenger boat that made
LEAVING HOME. the tour of the Great Lakes. Her father was an architect and inventor, of considerable renown,
O what a host of holy recollections who was unfortunately stripped of quite a fortune
All cluster round the spot which we call home; by the great overflow of the Mississippi river in
Dear memories are they, that linger ever 1851; and three years later he started for England
With us, though far our wandering feet may to recover some portion of his mother's estate, but
roam! was lost at sea, or supposed to have been, as he I go out in the busy world to-morrow, was never heard of thereafter. Then came, for The dear ones whom I love I leave behind; the family, weary years of battle with want. Be
They have been mine in pleasure and in sorrow, fore Bella was fourteen, she sewed from early And friends like these I never more may find. morn till lights grew dim, at shirt making, to keep herself and loved ones from starvation. Being Out in the busy world, perhaps no more to meet obliged to leave school, she pursued her studies at
them, night, with her books before her while she worked. Their paths and mine, I know, must be apart; Finally she went north with relatives. A sister
No wonder, then, that my weak soul should died, then a brother in the first flush of manhood
sicken, fell in the war, fighting for the Union, and a few
And that a dreary pain should pierce my heart. months later the mother followed him. Bella taught a little school, and by economy saved
Forevermore, perhaps, beside home's altar enough money to enable her to attend a course at
At morn and eve, a vacant place will be; the Iowa University, which, in a measure, fitted
And when upon the path of life I falter, her for her destined work. She was born a poet.
O, who will cheer and guide and strengthen me! It is said “she made rhymes before she could
Sad, sad I am to-night. My soul is weeping speak plain, and played at writing stories before
Such tears as those we shed above the dead, she could form a letter." In 1867, Brick Pomeroy, recognizing her genius,
When, one by one, the sods fall on the coffin, in a short story sent him, employed her on the
And we turn from the spot with hopeless tread. Daily LaCrosse Democrat. Two years later she started
0, there are sadder things for us than dying! The Western Progress, a weekly newspaper at
Yes, sadder things than clossing glassy eyes, Brownsville, Minnesota, which she owned, and When some loved one in death's embrace is lying;edited for two years, and then sold to take a 'Tis when we put aside what most we prize. position on the editorial staff of the St. Paul Pioneer-Press. She was editor of the first literary
Farewell, dear ones. May God's sweet angel magazine in Minnesota, The Busy West, also editor
guide you of the St. Paul Chronotype. In 1874 she started the To blooming paths, where skies are always clear! American Sketch Book, an eighty-page historical O, if a prayer of mine had power to bless you, magazine, at LaCrosse, Wisconsin, which, on Then what a world of joy would crown each account of ill health, she removed to Texas in 1877.
year! During the same year, 1877, she was associate
Farewell! Farewell! This world is full of sadness, editor of the Texas New Yorker published at Gal
And of wrecked hopes, and joys, and wasted veston. In October, 1878, she was married to
lives; Col. Jno. M. Swisher of Austin, Texas. In 1882,
O, happy he who keeps its faith and gladness, on account of family cares and sickness, she was obliged to suspend the Sketch Book.
And all its bitter, blighting storms survives. She has studied painting under some of the best American artists, and paints landscapes and por
RECONCILIATION. traits that command admiration. A sort of universal genius,-she cooks a dinner, makes a dress,
HAIL to the North! hail to the South! nails up a broken fence, harnesses her horses for
Our starry banner hail! a drive, edits a paper, writes a story, and then
United now, in bonds of love, entertains with her verses in the afternoon. She
Forever hush the tale,
THE LIFE DIVINE.
ENGENDER beauty in the realm of thought,
From cold and worldly eyes let now the soul
At last from pain and misadventure free, Enters man to the meed and fruitage just Of all his hopes and longings; and cheerful Peace and happiness secure, which softly Tread on down of all contented love, keep And abide in him in the eternal Present ever. Here, in blissful Eden, Reclaimed, and sanctified anew, a holy Light, mild as dawning hopes, doth shine; and o'er The countless hills and vales, with verdure sweet, In raiment of the virgin month of May, And fragrant with the blossom's bloom, which woo The soul beyond the spirit's essence, until The senses swoon with bliss ineffable Are ever cast its chaste and hallowed beams. The golden fibres of the twilight air, And the modest hills, which stand like shepherds O'er the mild and blameless vales; the mounting Bird, who draws her song from the Gates of Light; The gentle rain, whose drops are spirits gray On the merry, dancing grass; the airy Pulse of will, which on our mental vision Plays, the love unseen, which beds its beauty In the eye of hope: these formed the planet Man, Ere blushed the sunset for the gaudy day. And from their sunlit aerie in the sky Great hosts of doves, flashing in Aurora's rays, And surpliced bright in all the joy that flows From seraphs' wings thro' windows high in
Paradise, In circle wide now float a joy untiring. And birds now sing with voices ever new; And what their language is, in their chirp and call, They tell us in their trill; and on the stirring Bars and melody of sweet song they sport, And flash and soar, and perch on rays which shape And hold the throne of rapture's ravished spell. Along the vistas of the day's decreeLight or shade where joy her bower of beauty fair Fills with children's laughing eyes, countless harps Of gold, by countless fingers stroked and trilled,
Awake to dance, on mead and in the dells
A thousand mellow moons
Celestial birds, with plumage Gorgeous laden, in gay, symphonious notes, At night sing glory to the showering Stars. Fountains of pearl, with doves of sapphire And jasper for every spray, o'er flowery Beds and lawns, and the smiling hills and vales, Let fall the soothing unction of the blest; And with dreams seraphic kind sleep the senses Fill; and angels near, with gently moving wings, Guard that sweet repose.