Morgan is pleasing and interesting. She is a very tall woman, and usually dresses in black, when engaged in her business, wearing a straw or felt hat, such as men wear. She has a mild, blue eye, rosy cheeks, and a face which is constantly the abode of good humor. Men enjoy chatting with her, while most women admire and respect her. She has great courage, good health, and a will which enables her to accomplish

all she undertakes. She is a good deal of a financier, and bids fair to return to Europe a lady of wealth. In the ball room, robed in one of her Court dresses, with her diamond decoration on her breast, she is naturally the observed of all, since she is as tall as most tall men. She is an easy writer, and her pen is constantly engaged. All in all, it will be long before we look upon her like again.

Fuller Walker.

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ARRY NOURSE, the Englishman-"Gentleman Harry," as we called him at the mines-had gone to 'Frisco for his young German bride, and we were in hourly expectation of the arrival of the mule train that was to bring them back to Placerville diggings. Harry was a great favorite with the boys at the mines — with a hearty laugh, a merry song, and a good joke, to cheer us when we were 'down at the mouth " or inclined to be homesick; a gay, jovial fellow, whom we all liked. But he was exceedingly lazy; and we had decided unanimously that it was a burning shame that the pretty bride should be brought to the old tumble-down shanty which was the only home that he had prepared for her. So we tore down the old "shebang," and piled up its timbers on the hill in front of the place where it had stood, to make a glorious bonfire on the evening of their arrival. On the site of the old cabin we built a new one, with two rooms, and a latticed porch, which we looked upon as a striking evidence of our mechanical skill. This we furnished with such articles of furniture as we were able to manufacture; we garlanded it with evergreens and wild flowers, till it seemed to us a perfect bower of

beauty and, what was much more important to Harry, supplied the larder with a store of provisions sufficient to last the young couple during the entire honeymoon.

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There were no white women in that part of the country then, and more than one year had passed since some of the miners had seen one; so the advent of the pretty Greta was looked upon as a sort of holiday, and the boys - pretty old boys, some of them were - had collected from miles around to welcome her. An impromptu band had been formed three violins, a guitar, two banjos, a flute, a flageolet, a tamborine, and a fife to the music of which, black Sam and Negro Bill played an accompaniment with bones; and we listened with no little pride to the melody, as it echoed and reëchoed by the sides of the cañon.

Soon after sunset, the mule train appeared, winding slowly along over the rough mountain road. So we lighted our bonfire, the band struck up "See, the conquering hero comes," and we opened our ranks that they might pass between our lines to the front of the cabin. Harry got first from the wagon, and then gave his hand to the bride, as she sprang lightly to the ground beside him. He removed her bonnet

I have called Greta pretty; that is not the right word: taller than most men, but so splendidly formed that her unusual height was quite forgotten, she was a magnificent specimen of strong, healthy, well-developed womanhood. She was a pleasant sight to look upon, as she stood beside her husband, the light of the bonfire shining full upon her, as they received our congratulations; and Harry made a short speech, thanking us for our kindness and for the honor we were doing them. Her well-formed head, with its coronal of golden hair, beautifully poised upon her graceful neck; her broad, white brow, clear and smooth as polished ivory; her gracefully arched eyebrows, and deep blue eyes, fringed with long silken lashes; her cheek, where the pure white and red were as delicately blended as in the petals of a rose; her well formed nose, full red lips, and round dimpled chin - these formed a lovely picture to the miners, and recalled to their minds the sisters, sweethearts, and wives they had left in their far distant homes.

When Harry finished his speech, she smiled pleasantly, and bowed with native grace. We then gave three cheers for the bride, three for the groom, and three "with a tiger" for the bride and groom together, fired off our rifles as a feu de joie, the band struck up "The girl I've left behind me," and we marched off in good order, leaving the young couple in peaceable possession of their new abode.

Harry found his young German wife indeed a helpmeet. Young, strong, healthy, and fond of work, the day after her arrival saw her busy at his side on his claim." She would do more work than any man at the diggings, both in digging and washing out gold, besides attending to her domestic

duties. She took in washing, too, and no miner for miles around thought his "biled shirt" had attained the proper degree of whiteness and smoothness, if it had not passed through the hands of Our Greta.

Harry had not been successful; but he said "his luck changed" after his marriage; his claim had been considered almost worthless, but Greta "struck a rich lead" during her second day's work, and from that time the wealth of this apparently worthless claim seemed almost fabulous. After six months' labor in the mines, Harry sold his claim for a good price, and returned to 'Frisco, taking with him his wife and nearly a million in gold dust.

We missed Our Greta much. Ours had been the only mining camp for miles around that contained a white woman, and we felt a pride — almost the pride of ownership — in Gentleman Harry's" beautiful wife. We were a rough set, and we missed the refining influence which she had unconsciously exerted, but which had not been without effect, in ameliorating the rudeness of our language and habits. Greta was a Christian, simple and unpretending; but even "Pike County Jim," the greatest swearer in the crowd, had never been known to use an oath in her presence. She was neat and cleanly in her dress and in her household arrangements, and a love for neatness and order had extended through the whole camp. fore she came, bickerings, quarrels, and even fights, had not been unfrequent; but these had been entirely unknown during her residence in our midst.

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"I'll tell you what," said Missouri Ben, that wife of Gentleman Harry's been better 'n a preacher to us boys. Thar aint a feller among us, ef he's as mean as a derned grizzly, that did n't feel his meanness kind er ooze out and leave him a derned sight better whenever he looked her full in the face, and seen them blue eyes of hers fixed full upon him. It kind o' made him think of home and mother, and

kingdom come, and Now I lay me down to sleep,' and he went away, feelin' more like a man and less like a sneak."

"Hoosier Bill," who had been in 'Frisco, came back one day with tidings that threw the whole camp into a very excited state.

What do you think, boys?" he said, "that ar Gentleman Harry who'd a thought he was such a derned mean, sneaking cuss?- has gone off to his folks in England, kerrying all his gold with him; an' he's gone and left Our Greta with some Germans in 'Frisco He told 'em she was unedicated and could n't put on no frills, and that his folks were persons of refinement' plague on their refinement, I say an' that he 'd be ashamed to interdoose her to his mother an' sisters. They'd be sure to think her rude and coarse and vulgar, an' he did n't want to blush on account of his wife. So he's gone an' left her, with little enough money, they say; but I told 'em us boys would never let Our Greta want."

Our arrangements for her future support were cut short the next day by the arrival of the mule train, bringing Greta, accompanied by an old German and his wife, whom she called Uncle and Aunt.

She was somewhat paler than she had been, and there was a resolute look in her eye and a determined compression of the lip that we had never seen in her face before. She accepted with thanks the work which we were glad to offer her; but after her labors at the washtub were ended, she spent a part of each day in prospecting in the neighborhood. One claim had been staked out by some miners a few months previous. They had worked at it several weeks without success, and considering it worthless had abandoned it in disgust, and left the diggings. This claim Greta carefully examined, taking home some of the dirt with her at night to examine it better. Satisfied that the claim was not value

less, she began working it. Her former good fortune had not deserted her, for she again "struck a rich lead." After working a few months, she called the miners together.

"Poys," she said, with her “sweet German accent," "my claim is goot. I have taken out much gold. I am rich. Now I goes away. I leaves my claim to you. You- works it, you gets rich too."

"No," said Pike County Bill. "Right is right. This claim of yours is rich, and it is yours. Ef you leave, we'll work it for you on shares.”

"On shares be it!" was the unanimous cry; and with this agreement Greta left on the next mule train for San Francisco.

We heard, soon after, that she had gone to the Atlantic States with a widow lady, Mrs. Livingstone, and we received occasionally, through her business agent, some kind message or tasteful present for each of her friends at the diggings; but years passed before we again saw Our Greta.

Harry was evidently much in love with his beautiful and stately wife; but I did not like her, although I tried to do so for his sake. Beautiful she certainly was fair and delicate and statue-like, with an icy reserve of manner and a want of animation that made me think of a lovely image formed of snow. The children were brought in twin girls, that inherited their mother's aristocratic style of beauty, and who, to my amazement, must have been over two years old.

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Yes, mine good friend," she said, retaining a slight German accent; "yes, mine good friend, it is Greta; and poor Greta is very, very glad to see you, for she much needs a friend."

The next day she told me her story; for we were old friends, and she needed sympathy and counsel..

She knew that Harry had left her because he was ashamed to introduce her to his family in England; and she determined to improve herself so that neither he nor they should have reason to be ashamed of her. To educate herself properly required money, and he had left scarcely enough for the most meagre support; so she went back to the mines, hoping to be successful, as she had been before. When she returned to San Francisco, she made the acquaintance of Mrs. Livingstone, a lady of culture and refinement, whose husband had lost a large

fortune in speculating in mining stocks, and died, leaving his widow nearly destitute. To her Greta told her story - her want of early culture, and her aspirations for the future. Mrs. Livingstone accepted her as a pupil. Greta's wealth was at her disposal; and returning to the East, she established on the banks of the Hudson a delightful home. Greta was an apt scholar, and did full justice to the excellent tuition that she received. Mingling in the society of the intellectual and refined, she soon acquired their manners and style of conversation. Few could excel her in beauty; and when this beauty was enhanced by the aid of rich and fashionable dress, Mrs. Livingstone was proud of her pupil. Some time was spent in travel, and she then persuaded Mrs. Livingstone to accompany her to England in search of her husband.

"I have seen him, my good friend,” she said. I have seen also the Lady Louisa and the little children; but they have not seen me. At first I thought my heart would break; but now I do not care so much. I think him not worthy of my love. But it was hard! For so long a time I had thought, I shall see my husband, and he shall be proud of me.' I was so glad, for his sake, that I was beautiful, and I had done so much that he might not blush for me. I had thought that he would say to his friends, See, this is my wife, my Greta, whom I married in California. She has come to me, and I know you will welcome her.' And now!-no matter, I will go away. I will leave him and the Lady Louisa, that he calls his wife, and the little children. Above all, I will not harm the little children."

With Mrs. Livingstone's consent, I joined their party, while they travelled on the Continent. We visited Baden - for Greta wished to see once more the home of her childhood.

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One morning, very early, I was awakened by an unusual disturbance at our hotel. My valet informed me that

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convulsed his pale features. Lady Louisa deserted me and her children. She fled with her seducer; I followed them and met him, and now I am here!"

He died that day; but Greta knelt by his bedside, and he knew that she forgave him.

I never learned the fate of Lady Louisa. The man for whose sake she forsook home and children had already desolated many fair English homes; he had forsaken others — he may have forsaken her. I can only pray with Greta that she may repent and be forgiven. Her children are with the relatives of their father. They never will know to whose forbearance they owe it that they are permitted to inherit the name and fortune which are now theirs, and that to the heavy burden of shame cast upon them by their mother's misconduct is not added the still greater obloquy of being "Nobody's Children.” Lisle Singleton.

"Other roads do some violence to Nature, and bring the traveller to stare at her; but the river steals into the scenery it traverses without intrusion, silently creating and adorning it, and is as free to come and go as the zephyr."-THOREAU'S WEEK.

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NE day may be taken as a type

of many, that, making up last summer's vacation, were spent in lazily lapsing down the Wisconsin River.

During most of the time I had a companion; but that insatiable god of the modern Ammonites, Business, made an imperative demand for him at Portage, so that on the afternoon of the third of July I was alone. That is to say, I was not aware of any human comradeship, for the chiefest impressions made upon the senses were those which gave evidence of the myriads of individuals, of whom I was

one, who were abroad enjoying that glorious afternoon.

From Portage to its mouth, the course of the Wisconsin is a little south of west, winding through a low alluvial valley that nourishes a growth of heavy timber, and is skirted by ranges of bluffs, which sometimes are bald, rounded hills of drift material, and again vertical walls of intercalated sandstone and magnesian limestone, three or four hundred feet high. These bear on their embattled summits huge erratic blocks of trap, granite, and porphyry, and support a few red pines. stunted oaks, and white and red birches. The width of the valley varies greatly, the course of the bluffs which form it being sinuous, bearing sharply