Newspaper Page Text
THE NATIONAL TBIBTTNE: WASHINGTON, D. O., OCTOBER 22, 1881.
Good by, dear day, good by,
And let me wreathe with immortelles
The moments dear that fly
On golden wings of love ; and mark with white
The hours wherein no cloud of pain
Hath dimmed thy beauteous light.
Farewell, sweet day, farewell,
E'en now the gentle curfew peals
From memory's tolling bell.
I count the echoes as they fall,
And grieve and sigh, yet smile, that they
Are ever past recall.
Good by, dear day, good by,
L,ike some fond heart we've loved and lost
That in death's gr:isp doth lie,
With tender flowers upon the brow,
Each tender bloom a precious hour,
Thou seem'st unto me now.
Farewell, dear day, farewell,
Go thou where those sleep that are gone!
For after all 'tis well.
I would not call back one dead face,
I would not live thine hours again,
Nor e'en thy joys retrace.
Lydia F. ITinman
THE IRON SHROUD.
BY WILLIAM MUDFORD.
The night came ; and, as. the hour approached
when Vivenzio imagined lie might expect the
signs, he stood fixed and silent as a statue. He
feared to breathe, almost, lest he might lose any
sound which "would "warn him of their coming.
"While thus listening, with every faculty of mind
and body strained to an agony of attention, it
occurred to him he should be more sensible of
the motion, probably, if he stretched himself
along the iron floor. He accordingly laid him
self softly down, and had not been long in that
position when yes, he was certain of it the
floor moved under him ! He sprang up, and, in
a voice "suffocated nearly with emotion, called
aloud. He paused the motion ceased he felt
no stream of air all was hushed no voice
answered to his he burst into tears ; and, as he
sunk to the ground, in renewed anguish, ex
exclaimed, "O my God! my God! You alone
have power to save me now, or strengthen me
for the trial you permit."
Another morning dawned upon the wretched
captive, and the fatal index of his doom met his
eyes. Two windows! and two days and all
would be over! Fresh food freshwater! The
mysterious visit had been paid, though he had
implored it in vain. But how awfully was his
prayer answered in what he now saw! The
roof of the dungeon was within a foot of his
parched earth. How he gazed, and panted, and
still clung to his hold! sometimes hanging by
one hand, sometimes by the other, and then
grasping the bars with both, as loath to quit the
smiling paradise outstretched before him, till,
exhausted, and his hands swollen and benumbed,
he dropped helpless down, and lay stunned for a
considerable time by the fall.
When he recovered, the glorious vision had
vanished. He was in darkness. He doubted
whether it was not a dream that had passed be
fore his sleeping fancy ; but gradually his scat
tered thoughts returned, and with them came
remembrance. Yes! he had looked once again
upon the gorgeous splendor of nature! Once
again his eyes had trembled beneath their veiled
lids at the sun's radiance, and sought repose in
the soft verdure of the olive-tree or the gentle
swell of undulating waves. O that he were a
mariner, exposed upon those waves to the worst
fury of storm and tempest, or a very wretch,
loathsome with disease, plague-stricken, and his
body one leprous contagion from crown to sole,
hunted forth to gasp out the remnant of infec
tious life beneath those verdant trees, so he might
shun the destiny upon whose edge he tottered !
Vain thoughts like these would steal over his
mind from time to time, in spite of himself; but
they scarcely moved it from that stupor into
which it had sunk, and which kept him, during
the whole night, like one who had been drugged
with opium. He was equally insensible to the
calls of hunger and of thirst, though the third
commencing since even a drop of
head; the two ends were so near that in six
paces he trod the space between them. Yivenzio
shuddered as he gazed, and as his steps traversed
the narrow area; but his feelings no longer
vented themselves in frantic wailings. With
folded arms and clenched teeth : with eyes that
were blood-shot from much watching, and fixed
with a vacant glare upon the ground ; with a
hard, quick breathing and a hurried walk, he
strode backward and forward in silent musing
for several hours. "What mind shall conceive,
what tongue utter, or what pen describe, the
dark and terrible character of his thoughts?
J,ike thQ,ifate that moulded them, they had no
similitude in the wide range of this world's
agony for man. Suddenly he stopped, and his
eyes were riveted upon that part of the wall
which was over his bed of straw. Words are
inscribed there ! A human language, traced by
a human hand ! He rushes towards them ; but
his blood freezes as he reads :
water had passed his lips. He remained on the
ground, sometimes sitting, sometimes lying; at
intervals sleeping heavily, and, when not sleep
ing, silently brooding over what was to come, or
talking aloud, in disordered speech, of his wrongs,
of his friends, of his home, and of those he loved,
with a confused mingling of all.
In this pitiable condition, the sixth and last
morning dawned upon Vivenzio, if dawn it might
be called, the dim, obscure light which faintly
struggled through oe solitary window in his
dungeon. He could hardly be said to notice the
melancholy token. And yet he did notice it
for, as he raised his eyes and saw the portentous
sign, there was a slight convulsive distortion of
his countenance. But what did attract his notice,
and at the sight of which his agitation was ex
cessive, was the change the iron bed had under
gone. It was a bed no longer. It stood before
him, the visible semblance of a funeral couch or
bier! When he beheld this, he started from the
ground; and, raising himself, suddenly struck
his head against the roof, which was now so low
that he could no longer stand upright. " God's
will be done ! " was all he said, as he crouched his
body, and placed his hand upon the bier: for
such it was. The iron bedstead had been so con
trived, by the mechanical art of Ludovico Sforza,
that, as the advancing walls came in contact with
its head and feet a pressure was produced upon
concealed springs, which, when made to play, set
in motion a very simple though ingeniously con
trived machinery that effected the trans forma
tion. The object was. of course, to heighten, in
the closing scene of this horrible drama, all the
feelings of despair and anguish which the nre-
ceeding one had aroused. For the same reason,
the last window was so made as to admit only a
shadowy kind of gloom rather than light, that
the wretched captive might be surrounded, as it
were, with every seeming preparation for ap
Vivenzio seated himself on his bier. Then he
knelt and prayed fervently; and sometimes tears
THE TURCO OF THE COMMUNE.
He was a little drummer belonging to the na
tive sharpshooters. His name was Kadour. He
came from the tribe of Djendel, and was one of
that handful of Turcos who had thrown them
selves into Paris in the train of the army of
Vinoy. He had gone through the entire cam
paign from Wissembourg to Champigny, darting
over the fields of battle like a storm bird, with
his iron drumsticks and his derbonka (Arab
drum), so quickly, so restlessly that the balls
could not hit him. But when winter came on
this little piece of African bronze, reddened in
the fire of canister shot, was unable to bear the
nights of guard duty and motionlessness in the
snow; so, one January morning, they found
him on the bank of the Marne twisted by the
cold and with his feet frozen. He remained a
long while in the hospital. It was there I saw
him for the first time.
Sad and patient like a sick hound, the Tnrco
looked around him with great, gentle eyes.
AVhen addressed he smiled and showTed his teeth.
This was all he could do, for our language was
unknown to him, and he with difficulty spoke
the Sabir, that Algerian dialect composed of Pro
vencal, Italian, and Arabic, made up of variegat
ed words gathered like shells all along the Latin
To amuse himself, Kadour had only his der
bonka. From time to time, when he grew too
impatient, it was brought to his bed and he was
permitted to play on it, but not too loudly, be
cause of the other sick men. Then his poor
dark face, so dull, so faded looking amid the yel
low' daylight and the sombre winter landscape
visible without, grew animated, grimaced and
followed all the phases of the music. Now he
sounded the charge, and the flash of his white
teeth gave place to wild laughter ; now his eyes
moistened at some Mussulman strain ; his nos
trils dilated, and amid the nauseous odor of the
hospital, the vials and the compresses, he again
saw the groves of Blidah loaded with oranges
and the young Moorish girls coming from the
bath, enveloped in white, and perfumed with
Two months passed thus. Many things had
happened in Paris during these two months, but
Kadour suspected nothing. He heard the re
turning army, weary and disarmed, pass beneath
his windows ; later he heard the cannon dragged
about, rolled from morning until evening ; then
the tocsm, the cannonade. He understood noth
ing of all this, except that the war was yet in
progress, and that he could now join the fray,
since his limbs were cured. He departed, his
drum on his back, in quest of his company. He
did not search long. Some Communists who were
passing took him to the place. After much ques
tioning, as he could draw nothing from him but
unintelligible phrases, the general in command
gave him ten francs and an omnibus horse, and
attached him to his staff
There was a little of everything in those staffs
of the Commune, red coats, Polish cloaks, Hun
garian jackets, marines' blouses, gold, velv?t,
spangles, and lace. ( With his blue vest, enr
broidc "" is turban anrY Wo "-
a storm of canister shot. At one moment the
curtain of smoke which arose from the street
parted a little between two cannonades and
allowed him to see the red pantaloons massed in
the Champs Elysees. Then everything was again
confused. He thought he had been mistaken
and made his powder talk in its loudest tones.
Suddenly the barricade grew silent. The last
artillerist had just fled, after firing his final shot.
The Tnrco did not stir. In ambush, ready to
leap, he firmly fixed his bayonet and awaited
the pointed helmets. The line arrived ! Amid
the hollow tramp of the charge the officers called
For a moment the Tnrco was stupefied ; then
he sprang forward, his gun in the air.
"Bono, bone Francese!" cried he.
Vaguely, in his wild way, he thought that this
was the army of deliverance, of Faidharbe or
Chauzy, which the Parisians had expected for so
long. Hence how happy he was, how he laughed
at them, showing all his white teeth. In an in
stant the barricade was stormed. Kadour was
surrounded and seized.
"Show your gun."
His gun was still warm.
Show your hands."
His hands were black with powder. The Turco
showed them proudly, still laughing. Then he
was pushed against a wall and ram went a bayo
net! He died without understanding why they
would gush from him. The air seemed tlnVk
"I, Ludovico Sforza, tempted y the gold of the
Prince of Tolfi, spent three years in contriving and he breathed with difficulty; or it might be
auu eAecuuiig vuu, accurseu triumpn ot my art. that he fancied it was so, from the hot and nar
When it was completed, the perfidious Tolfi, J row limits of his dungeon, which were now so
more devil than man, who conducted me hither diminished that he could neither stand up nor
one morning to be witness, as he said, of its per- i lie down at his full length. But his wasted
fection, doomed me to be the first victim of my i spirits and oppressed mind no longer struggled
own pernicious skill, lest as he declared, I should ! with him. He was past hope, and fear shook
eted, thfc masquerade
divulge the secret, or repeat the effort of my in
genuity. May God pardon him, as I hope he
will me, that ministered to his unhallowed pur
pose. Miserable wretch, whoe'er thou art. that
him no more. Hapnv if thus revenue hntl simnh-
its final blow : for he would have fallen beneath
it almost unconscious of a pang. But such a
lethargy of the soul, after such an excitement of
readest these lines, fall on thy knees, and invoke. ; its fiercest nassions. had mi! in i Kowi
as I have done, His sustaining mercy who alone j ical calculations of Tolfi. and the fell artificer of
can nerve thee to meet the vengeance of Tolfi, j his designs had imagned'a counteracting device
armed with his tremendous engine which, in a The tolling of an enormous bell struck upon
few hours, must crush you. as it will the needy I the ears of Vivenzio. He started It beat but
wretch who made if once. The somul was so cose md stmmi that
A deep groan burst irom Vivenzio. He stood, j it seemed to shatter his very brain while it
like one transfixed, with dilated eyes, expanded echoed through the rocky passages like rever
nostrils, and quivering lips, gazing at this fatal j berating peals of thunder. Thfe was followed
inscription. It was as if a voice from the sepulchre bv a sudden crash of the roof and walls as if
had sounded in his ears. " Prepare." Hope for- they were about to fall upon and close around
sook him. There was his sentence, recorded in him at once. Vivenzio screamed and instinct
those dismal words. The future stood unveiled iVw co,i wi, i,;e nm,c .'-..
, . ,. , , ,,. "v --uiiiWmin3,,w uiuuim ne nau a
W ! 1 - - -v k-b rf-B -- V J- KA - A WW- V I '
,JC1U1 1"': gmusuy I"" appauuig. nis brain
already feels the descending horror : his bones
seem to crack and crumble in the mighty grasp
of the iron walls ! Unknowing what it is he
does, he fumbles in his garment for some weapon
of self-destruction. He clenches his throat in
giant's strength to hold them back. They had
moved nearer to him, and were now motionless.
Vivenzio looked up. and saw the roof almost
touching his head, even as he sat cowering be
neath it; and he felt that a further contraction
of but a few inches only must commence the
his convulsive gripe, as though he would strangle frightful operation. Roused as he had been
himself at once. He stares upon the walls ; and he now gasped for breath. His bodv shoo
nimsell at once. He stares upon the walls : and
his warring spirit demands, ' "Will they not an
ticipate their office if I dash my head against
them?" An hysterical laugh chokes him as he
exclaims, "Why should I? He was but a man
who died first in their fierce embrace; and I
should be less than man not to do as much !"
The evening sun was descending, and Vivenzio
beheld its golden beams streaming through one
of the windows. What a thrill of joy shot
through his soul at the sight ! It was a precious
link that united him, for the moment, with the
world beyond. There was eestaoy in the thought.
As he gazed, long and earnestly, it seemed as
if the windows had lowered sufficiently for him
to reach them. With one bound, he was beneath
them ; with one wild Spring, he clung to the bars.
nether it was so contrived, purposely to mad
lie now gasped lor breath. His bodv shook
violently; he was bent nearly double. His
hands rested upon either wall, and his feet were
drawn under him to avoid the pressure in
front. Thus he remained for more than an
hour, when that deafening bell beat again, and
j again came the crash of horrid death. But the
concussion was now so great that it struck
Vivenzio down. As he lay gathered up in a
lessened bulk, the bell beat loud and frequent
crash succeeded crash; and on and on and on
came the mysterious engine of death, till Vi
venzios smothered groans were heard no more.
To le continued.
This word, which is so often used by poets, is
iieuier it was so comriveu, purposely to mad- V 1 "", " ivmu icgiuua, su.p-
den with delifriir TnP wretphivlin InnVPfl Ti i-tw.. phes the traveler with a refreshing beverage.
e.. ..w -. .. --w -..,.., .w "UV1I , - . O
not; but, at the extremity of a long vista cut j , lms an llrn or Plt(iner at the extremity of its
through the solid rocks, the ocean, the sky, the i leaves' enera"y m with pure and limpid
setting sun, olive groves, shadv walks, and, in
the farthest distance, delicious glimpses of mag
nificent Sicily, burst upon his sight How ex
quisite was the cool breeze as it swept across his
cheek, loaded with fragrance! He inhaled it as
though it were the breath of continued life.
And there was a freshness in the landscape, and
in the rippling of the calm, green sea, that
fell upon his withering heart like dew upon the
water. This is covered with a lid when full
but the water diminishes during the day and
increases in quantity during the night "Ne
penthe" is also the name of a plant which the
ancients put into wine to drive dull care away,
when the wine itself could not. Some suppose
it to be the heleneum.
A father's blessing cannot be drowned in water,
nor consumed by fire.
Filled - r g opif ; 9riny. p
comp; ,.: c.v,. uy t" mlight, the can
nonnade, the noise of the streets, the confusion of
weapons and uniforms, persuaded, in addition,
that it was the war against Prusssa which was
continuing with he knew not what accession
of life and freedom, this unconscious deserter
joined innocently in the great Parisian riot and
was a celebrity of the moment. Everywhere
upon his passage the Communists received him
with acclamations and feted him. The Com
mune was so proud to possess him that it dis
played him, billed him, wore him like a cockade.
Twenty times a day the Place sent him to the
Guerre, the Guerre to the Hotel de Ville. It had
been so extensively said that the Communists'
marines were counterfeit marines, their artiller
ists counterfeit artillerists. At least this man
was, without doubt, a genuine Turco. To be
convinced of it one had only to glance at that
wide-awake face of a young ape and all the sav
age movements of that little body agitating itself
upon the huge omnibus horse as in the whirls of
the Arab fantasia.
Something, however, was wanted to complete
Kadour s happiness. He wished to fight, to make
the powder talk. Unfortunately, under the com
mune as under the Empire, the staffs seldom
went into the fire. When not engaged in flyin"
trips or parades the poor Turco passed his time
on the Place Vendome or in the court-yards of
the Ministry of War, among those disordered
camps full of casks of brandy always on tap, of
hogsheads of bacon with the heads knocked out,
of feasts in the open air at which was again felt
all the hunger of the siege. Too good a Mussul
man to participate in these orgies, Kadour kept
away from them, sober and tranquil, made his
ablutions in a corner and supped on a handful of
coarse meal ; then, after a little air on his der
bonka, he rolled himself in his bournous and fell
asleep upon a step by the light of the bivouacs.
One morning in the month of May the Turco
was awakened by a terrible fusillade. The Min
istry was in commotion ; everybody was running,
fleeing. Mechanically he did like the rest, leaped
upon his horse and followed the staff. The
streets were full of wild bugle blasts, and battal
ions fleeing helter-skelter. People were tearing
up the pavements and erecting barricades. Evi
dently something extraordinary was going on.
The nearer one approached the quai the more
distant became the fusillade, the greater the
tumult. Upon the Point de la' Concorde Kadour
lost the staff. A little further on his Tiovrp wnc
taken from him ; it was for a kepi, with eight
gold cords, in a great hurry to go see what was
passing at the Hotel de Ville. In a state of fury
the Turco began to run in the direction of the
conflict As he ran he loaded his chassepot and
said, between his teeth: "Macach bono, Bris
sieu ! " as in his view it was the Prussians who had
just entered the city. Already the balls whistled
about the obelisk and among the foliage of the
Tuilleries. At the barricade of the Rue de Ri voli
the avengers of Flourens hailed him : "Ho! Tur
co ! Turco ! " But twelve of them were left, and
Kadour alone was worth an entire army.
Standing upon the barricade, proud and gaudy
as a flag, he fought with leaps and cries beneath
A SON-IN-LAW OF THE PROPHET.
A Salt Lake, Utah, correspondent sends the
following to the San Francisco, California, Post :
Mary's Vale is a beautiful valley through which
the clear, swift and deep Sevier river flows. It
contains a mining camp, and is the home of Gen
eral Agramonte, one of the most noted characters
of Utah. The saints call him "Big Windy," in
ridicule of his remarkable conversational powers.
Just previous to my arrival an attempt had been
made to assassinate him. Three shots were fired
at him from the bushes of the Sevier river, none
of which took effect He returned the fire with
. ijiunjjca j.uie, iuu on tne ioiiowmg aay a
wounded saint was found being carefully cared
for in a neighboring village. The general mar
ried Mrs. Clara Stenhouse Young (widow of Joseph
A. Young, Brigham's most talented son), and be
ing a Gentile and a bold speaker of opinions, is
not one of the loved ones of Zion. He claims di
rect descent from a famous Castilian king; he
served on the staff of a Union general during the
war ; has adventured some in Mexico, and was
tor years actively and prominently identified with
the Cuban rebellion. I had heard much of him
in my travels, and when I saw him enter the
room where I sat nnd place a carbine and double
barreled shotgun in a corner, remove a belt
holding a navy revolver and a Bowie knife and
slip a silver-mounted Deringer in his hip-pocket,
I knew that I was in the presence of General
Agramonte. Accompanying him were two beau
tiful boys, 10 or 12 years of age, grandsons of the
Prophet. I never passed a more agreeable even-iag-
As a wit, story-teller, mimic and eloquent
narrator of excitirjg events, I have rarely seen
his equal. He speaks English, Spanish, Frenqh,
and German, with equal fluency, and "sets a
table in a roar " as naturally as though laughing
were the chief business of all mankind. I could
not bring myself to believe that he was of Spanish
descent After he had retired for the night a
short conversation occurred on this point. One
gentleman thought he was an Englishman, an
other thought he was a Dane. The third said :
"Gentlemen, I remember reading an incident in
one of Marryatt's novels. A finely-uniformed
officer was pacing the quarter-deck with great
dignity, when a sailor who had fallen from the
masthead struck the deck immediately behind
him. "Where the did you come from?"
inquired the officer, with some asperity. "From
the north of Ireland, yer Honor," was the prompt
reply. That is my opinion of Agramonte. I
believe he came from the north of TTel mid TTp
is certainly one of the shrewdest, wittiest men in
For The National Tribune.
There is no subject within the realms of science
or thought which equals in interest that of the
It3 nature, complex action, faculties, and pow
ers are marvelous in the extreme.
Take, for instance, the faculty of memory. As
children we begin to receive impressions. As we
grow older those earliest made seem to fade out
or to be buried beneath the multitude of new
ones that are continually being formed. At the
end of fifty, or even seventy-five or more years,
however, on occasion we may go into our minds,
as into a closet fitted with labelled drawers, and
select some incident which occurred when we
were scarcely more than infants.
To a vigorous, healthy intellect there is scarcely
any limit to the perceptive and receptive faculties
of the mind. Its sensitiveness and capacity are
boundless. That we receive impressions how
ever, is not so strange as that we are able to retain
them ; and that we are able to retain them is not
half so wonderful as is the fact that we may keep
them in regular order and at our immediate com
mand. Take, for instance, the simple question of spell
ing the word " counterrevolutionary," for exam
ple. Here are twenty letters, arranged in a cer
tain manner, and, when thus grouped, having a
fixed meaning. Each letter has a certain sound
Let the word be given out and the thought, or
memory, immediately flies to the pigeon-holes of
the mind where the letters, combination, and
sounds are laid away, and bring all forth instanter.
Or take the arrangement of colors, or of words
upon a page, tools about the house, shop, or farm
any matter and a similar result can be obtained.
No individual whose mind is healthy and active
can begin to calculate, item by item, what he
knows that is, the impressions which have been
indellibly made upon his mind nor can he even
comprehend the vastness of his acquisitions when
he attempts to study them in detail.
The elasticity of the mind is another curious
quality which it possesses. The quantity of ideas
and information it can contain is scarcely capable
of being measured. Take the thinnest possible
slips of paper, aggregating in weight that of the
average sized brain, and, though written down
never so finely, they cannot be made to contain
the contents of an ordinarily healthy mind. In
fact, the mere act of writing produces new im
pressions and the thoughts are multiplied more
rapidly than they can be put in tangible shape.
Again, the mind is remarkable for the diversity
of its occupations. It is an architect, reproducing
in an instant a facsimile of any building or stately
edifice which the eyes have once looked upon, or
even erecting new ones from the material it con
tains within itself. It is a draughtsman, survev-
or, common artisan, or all of these combined, as
occasion may require. It can, without pencil or
paper make a map, indite a sermon, or paint a
panorama that shall picture hill and dale, field
and forest, silvery streams and swelling waves.
It is a true artist; and 0, what tender scenes it
sometimes brings to view. The old homestead,
youthful friends, the dear remembered features
of loved ones long gone to their final resting;
sweet baby faces, laughing eyes, dimpled cheeks
and hands. how wonderful it all is. Surely, the
mind of man is not the mere creature of chance.
There must be some great controlling power which
endows it with all its faculties of thought, com
prehension, and action. Some power that orders
it in its dealings -with the incidents and affairs of
life. Were it not so there would be confusion
worse than confounded. There would be no sys
tematic arrangements of ideas, there could be no
resurrections from the past, no use made of the
present. Without such power the mind would be
simply chaos. Mankind recognizes this truth, and
the Great Ruler is worshipped in one form or an
other the world over. But whether as Vishnu,
Kirshna, Buddha, Moloch, Isis. Osiris, Baal, As
teroth, Jubiter, Jove, or Allah among the heathen,
there is but one Supreme Power, and that is known
and acknowledged in Christian lands as God.
Encke's comet, which has been visible for several
weeks, may now be seen through a good telescope
in the constellation of Leo Minor in the eastern
heavens, some ten or fifteen degrees above the
horizon, at about two o'clock in the morning.
Professor Monro B. Snyder, of the Central High
School, says this comet, though small and invis
ible to the naked eye, is one of the most interest
ing of the heavenly bodies, because of its short
and constantly-decreasing periodicity, which,
wiule it was 1,212 6-10 days m the latter part of
the last century, is now only 1,21 Oi days. The
comet is globular in form, and has no tail. Its
orbit has been studied more closely than those of
many of the planets. The diminution of the
periods, at first ascribed to ethereal resistance, is
by modern science considered unexplained. At
its perihelion the comet is thirty-two million and
at its aphelion four hundred million miles from
THE CONCEITED LOVER.
I love t-wo maidens, each so rare
J know not which to woo ;
And one is dark, the other fair
What would you have me do ?
Marg'ret, my pearl, has deep blue eyes,
And earnest, noble face;
But Salomie no less I prize
For her sweet Spanish grace.
Then both can sing my favorite song;
One in soprano clear ;
The other' voice, low, sweet, yet strong
"Which would J rather hear?
Which ? there's no doubt. I want them both,
(Both I could easily win.)
To give up either T am loth ;
To wed both were a sin.
O Cupid ! tell me what to do
In this perplexing ca.e
My heart's divided, judgment too,
Between each bonnie face.
What! both engaged? don't tell me that!
How cruel ! And such men ! !
Compared with me!!! inferior! flat !
I'll ne'er trust woman again.
WHAT TO READ,
Are you deficient in taste? Read the best
English poets, such as Thompson, Gray, Gold
smith, Pope, Cowper, Coleridge. Scott, and Wads
worth. Are you deficient in imagination ? Read Mil
ton, Akenside, Burke; and Shakespeare.
Are you deficient in powers of
Read Chillingworth, Bacon, and Locke
Are you deficient in judgment and good sense
and common affairs of life? Read Franklin.
Are you deficient in sensibility ? Read Geothe
Are you deficient in political knowledge?'
Read Montesquieu, the Federalist, Webster, and
Are you deficient in patriotism? Read De
mosthenes and the Life of Washington.
Are you deficient in conscience ? Read some-!
of President Edwards's works.
Are you deficient in anything ? Read the Bibles
BIG AND SWIFT SHIPS.
The English and French are at work npon a
new fleet of steam vessels, to ply between this
continent and the Old World. Their peculiarity
is in their great size and swiftness. The French
vessels expect to run from Havre or Bordeaux to
New York in less than eight days, while the new
English steam vessels, it is said, will accomplish
the task in seven days. No matter what the
wind or weather, no day is to pass in which 400
miles are not made. A few years ago, a ten days'
trip was considered fast, but a voyage of less
than eight days now excites but little comment. .
Ship-builders go still further, and say that in
ten years' time six days will be all that will be
required betwen New York and Liverpool. Inr
another respect these new ships are notable, they
are of immense size and tonnage. The French
i n rnn 4.. j j-i
vessels are ui u,vuu iuu, uuu more tnan one of
the English ships is over 8,000. Traveling is
pleasanter in these great vessels than in smaller
ships, as they are not so easily affected by the
winds and the waves. But it is a lamentable
fact that the United States has no vessels build
ing, big or little, to contest the supremacy of the
ocean. Somehow or other Congress is hostile and
the people apathetic to the necessity for encourag
ing the steam marine of the United States.