A YOUNG LADY ON " AWFULLY LOVELY" PHILOSOPHY.

Poverty Bay Herald, Volume VIII, Issue 1337, 3 June 1881, Page 2

A YOUNG LADY ON " AWFULLY LOVELY" PHILOSOPHY.

A few days ago a Boston girl, who had been attending the School of Philosophy at Concord, arrived in Brooklyn on a visit to a seminary chum. After canvassing thoroughly the fun and gum drops that made up their education in the seat of learning at which their early scholastic efforts were made, the Brooklyn girl began to enquire into the nature of the Concord entertainment. " And so you are taking lessons in philosophy. How do you like it ?" "Oh ! its perfectly lovely. It's about science you know, and we all just dote on science." "It must be nice. What is it about?" " It's about molecules as much as anything else, and the molecules are just too awfully nice for anything. If there's anything I really enjoy it's molecules." " Tell me about them, my dear. What are molecules?' "Oh! molecules? They are little wee things, and it takes ever so many of them. They are splendid things ! Dou you know, there ain't anything but what's got molecules in it. And Mr. Cook is just as sweet as he

can be, and Mr. Emerson, too. They explain everything so beautifully." "How I'd like to go there !" said the Booklyn girl, enviously. v You'd enjoy it ever so much. They teach protoplasm too, and if there is one thing perfectly heavenly it's protoplasm. .1 really don't know which I like best, protoplasm or molecules. " " Tell me about protoplasm. I know I should adore it." " Deed you would. It's just too sweet to live. You know its about how things get started, or something of that kind. You ought to hear Mr. Emerson tell about it. It would stir your very soul. The first time he explained about protoplasm there wasn't a dry eye in the house. We named our hats after him. This is an Emerson hat. You see the ribbon is drawn over the crown and caught with a buckle and a bunch of flowera. Then you turn up the side with a spray of forget-me-nots. Ain't that just too sweet ! All the girls in the school have them." " How exquisitely lovely ! Tell me some more science." Oh ! I almost forget about differentiation. I am really and truly positively in love with differentiation. It's different from molecules and protoplasm, but its every bit as nice. And Mr. Cook ! You should hear him go on about it ! I really believe lie's bound up in it. This scarf is the Cook scarf. All the girls wear them, and we named them after him just on account of the interest he takes in differentiation." " What is it, any way ?" " This is a mull trimmed with Languedoc lace — " I don't mean that— that other." "Oh! # differentiation ! ain't it sweet ! It's got something to do with species. It's the way you tell one hat from another, so you'll know which is becoming. And we learn all about R,scidians too. They are the divinest things, I'm absolutely enraptured with ascidians. If I only had an ascidian of my own I wouldn't ask anything else in the world." "What do they look like, dear t Did you ever see one ?" asked the Brooklyn girl, deeply interested. " Oh, no, nobody ever saw one except Mr. Cook and Mr. Emerson, but they are something like an oyster with a reticule hung on its belt. I think they are heavenly." "Do j'ou learn anything else besides. " "Oh yes. We learn about common philosophy and logic, and those common things like metaphysics, but the girls don't care anything about those. We are just in ecstasies over differentiations and molecules, and Mr. Cook and protoplasms, ascidians and Mr. Emerson, and I really don't see why they put in those vulgar branches. If any body beside Mr. Cook and Mr. Emerson had done it we should have told him to his face that he was

too terribly, awfully mean." And the Brooklyn girl went to bed that night in

the dumps, because fortune had not vouchsafed her the advantages enjoyed by her friend.