The Argosy — page 89: what you’re looking at

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76 Madame de Stael. / Wherever she went Madame de Stael had a train of worshippers and admirers following her; wherever she went, her voice was raised on the side of the injured and oppressed. She felt keenly that, in her day, women did not enjoy sufficient freedom and sufficient educational advantages, and she spoke aloud in their cause; she stands out before us in middle-age a noble figure, ever ready to be the champion of | the weak and to raise the fallen. Napoleon’s mean hatred still went on pursuing her, and at length she was forbidden to go more than a certain number of miles beyond the shores of the Lake of Geneva, where, with memories of her father ringing in her heart, she had settled down. When she was a few years past forty, Madame de Stael fell in with a certain young officer named de Rocca. She nursed him through a long illness, and such was still her charm that he became passionately in love with her. She responded to his feelings, and the pair were privately married. We may smile at the disparity of years in this union—de Rocca was but twenty-three; and yet there is something deeply pathetic in this great woman of genius, thus a few short years before her death, enjoying a gleam of sweet home peace. Madame de Stael lived to see the fall of Napoleon. She died in France at the age of fifty-one, with her husband’s hand in hers, leaving a name for posterity. ALICE KING. Saka By OMS Og | UN 89) Tuus may the angels work: but how should we— Frail, selfish men, whom offer of reward Or fear of retribution’s sharp-edged sword Cannot persuade to virtue, and keep free From sin’s hard bondage—dream to serve our Lord For love alone? It surely may not be. Yet doth obedience well with love accord ; And love still yields the truest fealty. The threat’ning heav’ns’ loud crash and awful fire May call us to repentance; make us raise Affrighted eyes to the great Throne above: But not till the cold heart 1s drawn by love Will the whole life be one of acted praise ; Our Father’s smile sole guerdon we desire. EMMA RHODES. t EORNIECLOOOKS .~E@