Two Romances

Youth's Companion. Tho son of a leading lawyer in New York sonie years ago was attraoted by the innocent face and quick wit of a Welsh chambermaid in his father'a house, and declared tliat lie preferred her to all the fashionable beauties who had courted his notice. His fsmily protested, but to no purpose. The only concession lie would makc was to consent to go to Europe for three years before niarrying the girl. In the meantime, having au independent fortune, the lover placed heratone of the best schools in New York. The girl was ambitious, and devoted iu her affection to the man who had chosen her. He returned, found her more lovely than ever. They were rnarried, and the lady is now one of the leaders of society in the city where they live - a noble, refined, charniing woman. Au eminent jurist, weÜ-known in Pennsyivania in the early part of this century, wa3 "making the circuit" on horseback, and stopped for dinner at the house of a farmer. Tho daughter of the farmer waited on them, and the Judge - who had been a cynie about women - observed the peculiar gentleness of her voice and a certain sweet candor in her face. After dinner, the farmer said: "Mary, bring the Judge's horse." Mary started to the field, whicli was inelosed by a barredfence. Laying her hand on the topmost rail. she vaulted lightly over. "I saw," said the Judge afterwards, "for the first time, a woman with the mind and body I should require in my wife. I called again and again at Farmer C. 's. At last I sent Mary to school for a couple of years, and here she is," nodding to thè stately matron who presided at his table. The sons of the Judge and this real Maude Muller all attained distinction - one, like his father, at the bar; another was an eminent divine, and a third was a southern candidato forthePresideney. All were noted for their üery eloquence, their high sense of honor, and a certain appetite for fighting which was well sustained by strong physical health. The Judge had not been mistaken in Mary's qualities of mind and body. Elliott, the prize fighter, was buried at N ew York with as great honors as any statesman has ever had. But the honors were conferred by a different class of people from the class that honors statesruon. It is more honorable to be buried by a hundred respectable citizens than by a hundred thousand thugs, thievoa, prize lighters, burglars, shop-lifters and blaeklegs. The bost wlll 1b our Father's wil!, And we may rest there calm and utill ; Oh, make it, hour by hour, thy oirn, And wish for naught but that alone Whicli pleases God. A beautiful woman is a practical poem; taming her savage mate, planting tenderness, hope and eloquence