A SEVENTH WOMAN IN THE ARK

Colonist, Volume XXXI, Issue 5120, 1 February 1888, Page 3

A SEVENTH WOMAN IN THE ARK

It will, doubtless be a surprise to many persons to learn that Noah had a foarth son, named Arnon, who married a seductively beautiful woman— Aaenath —whom Arnon, contrary to family orders, somehow smuggled into the Ark. Yet this is told by Anaelie Rives in the story of Arnon in Harper's. Asenath's charms arc set fourth in prose and in verse. Here is the prose picture :—

My heart was knit to & maid most fair to look upon. Her name was Asenath, the daughter of Kemuel the money-lender, one of the wicked, a wine bibber and a curser of God. There was none in all the land so fair as Asenath, and oftimes men would slay themselves because of the love they bore her. As she passed along, the children ttayed their hands from sport to gaze upon her, and the beasts ol the field seemed to know that she was beautiful. Her hair was a gcrown upon her

head and ajgolden serpent upon her sboulderi. It was as (hough the night tarried in hereyei and the glory of the day upon her face. Ai one shreds a poppy leaf in talking, so w«r« her lips; her teeth within, them were M white as a young dove brought to the altir. She was as tail and as graceful as a palm. But we had better pull up at this point, or there will be nothing left for, the poet to do.

The light of her eyes, sings the poet, and tha glory of her smile are as though, the bub and moon had met in the morning hearena. She hath weaved pomegranate flowen through all her hair, and they are «3 Hliei whioh have been stained with my heart'! blood. . Her hair is as young sunlight on a cloud, and her sides are tinted with the tracing of her veins as though a field of snow should bloom with violets.

Her breath is sweeter than a tarrying wind that blows at eventide over fields where in the morning they did not mow the young grass, yea, more to be desired than the fragrance of the sea in a hot noontide. Her eyelids are broad and curled, like the leaves plucked from a white rose. Her eyes beneath them are as stars that steal by twos into the dusk of a dark blue sky. She is fairer than all the daughters of men. The sons of God look down from heaven, and would be on earth because of her. This story exhibits all the usual exuberance and versatility of the clever young southern writer.