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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,

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ENGENDER beauty in the realm of thought,
O Muse, and give to those who love the pure
And true a voice to cheer in my song divine.

From cold and worldly eyes let now the soul
Its light withdraw, and man's vague seasons end,
While on lips of roses that forever
Bloom to the casement frail of mortal life
A whisper gently comes; and from the window
Of the soul a bird, whose plumage a wand
Of glory is, radiant in celestial
Light, to the arch of Heaven resplendent, wings
Her joyous way, to shine for ever there.

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
Of sylvan green, the violet in her purple
Robe, the primrose in her golden plumes, the lily
In her vestal white, the daisy in her dappled
Hues, and the bluebell in her nodding snood.
The lovely amaranth her baton moves
To tunes of heavenly joy and magic love.
With music sweet the trees are filled, and soft
Winds touch their foliage as the dulcet keys.
And here are close entwined and intertwined
The souls that loved on earth. A food of joy
Swoons on a mother's heart, as to her breast,
With all pervading bliss, she holds secure,
As tender arms their gentle force can wield,
Her child, lost long to her in weeping clay.
The sorrowful maid her faithful lover
Now rejoins, and marriage bells in Paradise
Ring out their silvery cadence on the air,
And every zephyr feasts the soul's delight,
And lovers' hearts abide in lilies fair.
Temples high of nuptial bliss—bliss of Heaven's

And form-exalt the soul with music sweet
And song, filling the noon of faith with all
That Heaven inspires. Husband and father
To his heart, swelling with emotion proud
And warm, the loving mother fondly takes,
And the tender child; and a blessing great
Upon them bright descends, like halos golden
Around the heads of Heaven's highest angels.
The lamps of Paradise all gently sway,
Tier above tier, on beams from seraphs' eyes,
O'er the scene ambrosial light diffusing.
No wintry breath e'er chills the sportive winds;
And beauteous May, smiling in her emerald
Robes, reigns festive queen of every dawning
Sun, jeweled with the flowery hosts that flirt
Along the mead. Each day fresh buds and

Flowers in whose balm is a prophecy
Concealed, to the waiting soul auguring
Solace—their leaves to every breath unfold,
From sun to sun.

A thousand mellow moons
Their glory bright outpour along the graceful
Shade, and cast their amber wealth the leafy
Boughs among

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.

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