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YOL; 39, NO. 20. WARREN, TRUMBULL COUNTY, OHIO, WEDNESDAY, JANUARY 10, 1 855. WHOLE NO. 1998.
THE PEOPLE'S ADVENT.
BY GERALD MASSEY.
Ti coming p the steep f Tim, -And
thin old world is graving brighter !
- Fe maj not see its dstrn sublime, '
- Yet nigh hopes make the heart throb lighter,
Ve may te sleeping in the ground.
When It awakes the world in wonder ;
Bat we hare felt it gathering ronnd.
.Aad heard its voice of livuig thunder.
Tis coming 1 yes, 'tis coming 1
Tis coming bow, the glorious time,
Forstold by seers, and song in story ;
- - For which, when thinking was a crime,
Souls leaped to hearts from scaffolds gory '
. Ther passed, nor see the work ther wrousht.
how the crowned hopes of centuries blossom 1
Bat the lire lightning ol tbcir taoupnt.
And daring deeds, doth pulse Garth's bosom.
Tis coming ! yes, tis coming 1
Creeds, Empires, Systems, rot with age,
: But the great People's erer youtUui I
And it sh&U write the W mart's page.
To our humanity more truthful 1
The gnariiest heart has tender chords.
To waken at the name of "Brother ,
And time comes when brain scorpion words
We shall not speak to sting each other.
lis coming ! yes, 'tis coming 1
Out of the light, ye priests, nor fling
Your dark, cold shadows on as longer
Aside 1 thou world-wide curse, called Ring I
The People's step is quicker, stronger ;
There's a Itirinitr within
That nukes men great, whene'er they win it ;
God works with all who dare to win,
A.nd the time eometh to re real it.
Tis coming 1 yes, 'tis coming !
Freedom I the tyrants kin thy brares 1
Yet in our memories lire the sleepers.
Though murdered millions feed the gra res.
Dug by Death's fierce, red-handed reapers ;
: The world shall not forerer bow
To things which mock God's own endcaror ;
Tis nearer than they wot of now.
When flowers shall wreathe the sword forerer.
Tis coming 1 yes, "tis coming !
Fraternity! Dove's other name I
Dear, besTen -connecting link of Being !
Then shall we grasp thy golden dream,
As souls, full sutured, grow far seeing :
Thou shalt unfold our better part.
And in our Life-cup yield more honey:
Light ap with joy the poor man's heart.
And Lore's own world, with smiles more sunny:
Tis coming 1 yes, 'tis coming !
Ay. it must come ! The Tyrant's throne
Is crumbling with our hot tears rusted ;
i The sword earth's mighty hare leant on
Is cankered, with our heart's blood crusted ;
Boom 1 for the men of Mind make way ;
1 Ye robber Rulers, pause no longer ;
Te cannot stay the opening day:
The world rolls on, the light grows stronger :
The People's Advent's coming !
Mm cmllelk fondly to fir boy straying
Mid golden meadows, rich with clurer dew ;
She calls bat he still thinks of naught u playing.
And M she utile, and wares him an adieu !
Whilst he, still merry with his flowery stoie,
Deems not that mora sweet mora, returns no more.
JVomi ctMli bat the boy U manhood growing.
Heeds not the time he sees bat one sweet form.
One yoang fair face from bower of jasmin, giowing.
And all his wring heart with bliss is warm.
8 Noon, annouced. seeks the western shore.
And man forgets that noon returns no more.
Jfifkt tpjetk rlf at a easement gleaming
With the thin firelight flickering; faint and law :
By which a gray-haired mi is sadly dreaming
Of pleasures rone as all life's ptrasures go.
Kight calls him to her, and he leares his door.
Silent and dark and he returns no more.
TIME. Choice Miscellany.
THE SPECTER HARPER.
Those who possess records of French
jurisprudence as it was in the beginning
cf the eighteenth century, know how
much the power of magic, charms and
sorcerers, perplexed the doctors of Sor
bonne, even at that period. St. Andre
tells us gravely, in his disquisition print
d at Paris, in 1725, of the antics per
formed by on James Noel, of Haye-du-Puris,
in Normandy, about the year
1668, in company with a certain tall
black man, having horns on his head,
sparkling eyes, a switch in one hand, i
and a lighted candle of pitch in the other.
Thus equipped this venerable master of
ceremonies held ball at fresco in the
-woods by moonlight, notwithstanding
Judge Boguet, the Parliament of Rouen,
and all the troopers that could be muster
ed. The great Prince of Conde himself
visited a witch; and one ol' the fairest
ladies of Louis the fourteenth's court was
suspected of keeping a familiar imp, be
cause she allowed her dog to sit at the
table with her. Let us not be surprised,
therefore, if witchcraft had its believers
only a few years ago, and if there are
still some persons who exercise that
magic which, which - as an eminent
Frenchwoman once said when tried for
sorcery, is "the power of great minds
There is in the county of Cardigan,
South Wales, a parish called Llanbadarn
Fawr, of great note among antiquaries.
Llan, when added to the name of a saint,
implies a place of worship, and the Pad
am, or patron-saint, of this parish wore
a gigantic coat cf mail, which may be
still seen in the catalogue of princely rar
ities kept at Caerlyon. "Within the last
thirty years the country resembled an
open field, on which any man might keep
what number of sheep he pleased ; and
wild horses and wild cattle ran out all
the winter in common. The people sim
ple, hardy and active, retained some cus
toms very friendly to early marriages
and good neighborhood. According to
one of these customs the bailiff of the
little manor of Rhydonnen came at the
dawn of Easter Monday to an ancient
chapel, where the young women and old
champions had been seated all night, to
see fair play among the wrestlers assem
bled there by long-established privileges.
There, having wrung his bell three times,
the bailiff announced, in a loud voice, the
intended marriage of David Gwynne and
Lillian Morrisson the following Saturday.
Much elevation of noses and expansion
of mouths happened among the swains
and spinsters; and after the usual debate
on the betrothed parties' choice the un
married part of the asseaibly adjourned,
as such occasions required, to the near
est inn's parlor, where a blank book was
opened for subscriptions.
An ancient and bountiful Welch cus
tom directs that the friends and neigh
bors of persons approaching the holy
state shall furnish their tenement with
the most useful at tides of furniture and
bridal festivity ; each giver placing his
name or mark opposite the name of his
gift in a book already mentioned, which
is duly kept by the wedded pair, that an
article of the same kind, or equal value,
may be given at his or her marriage.
The benefits of this reciprocal benev
olence need no comment, and the hon
est groape collected at the sign of St. Gu
rig on the day which begins my story
seemed well disposed to exemplify it.
But as David Gwynne had a farm of
10 per annum, which fed two hundred
sheep, and Lillian's father was supposed
to possess a rich mine of lead ore in his
own right, the gifts on this ocasion were
rather tokens of good will and intended
revelry than mere household equipage.
Not a maiden or a youth was presesent
whose emulation or friendship did not in
duce hi m or her to subscribe the book ex
cept one who stood mouro fully and in si
lence among the crowd. This idle spec
tator who was the betrothed bride's
cousin, Idwal ap Morris, a youth about
her own age, and much resembling her
in beauty, though bis intellect was far in
ferior, and had been impaired, it was
thought, by too long and disappoint
ed dotage on his uncle's daughter. As
he had some money, and might inherit
more, the damsels of Llanbadarn won
dered at his failure, and saw no great
deficiency in his merits. They gathered
round him with a mixture of sly malice
and curiosity, to ask why he did not sub
scribe his name to a new tea-kittle and
set of china, which were wonted to com
plete his kinswoman's equipment. The
parish-clerk promised to. provide him
with a doleful e'egy to send with it ; and
the schoolmaster added, laughing, "Let
him, as Theocritus saith, offer another
calf to love."
Idwal heard these taunts without smile
or words, but on eve of the bridal day was
seen on the high road from Aberdovey
to Cardigan leading a fatted calf with
great care and speed. - Now Fortune,
willing to verify the maxim that wed
dings and burials are near each other, or
being bountifully disposed to gratify the
good people of Llanbadarn with both,
brought at the same hour a magnificent
hearse on that road. The most pom
pous and solemn part of its office was al
ready done, and it was returning, with
only one attendant, through a marrow
defile in this mountainous tract, when
it encountered the Welch Cymon and
his companion. These, being jealous of
their importance, insisted on precedence,
and the driver of the black vehicle de
clared it waited for no man's bidding.
The dispute was referred to the usual
mode of Cambrian arbitration, a wrestling-match,
for which the horse-driver
alighted, and Idwal opened its door, pru
dently intending to deposit his calf r. ith
in it as a place of safety. But at that
instant another hand seized the hearse
door from within, a skeleton face resem
bling him who presides over the vehicle,
put itself forth. A spectacle so unexpec
ted and ghastly made Idwal cover his
face, and exclaim, "Nay, man, I'll not
fight death and his coachman too. In
St. Gurigs name, get ye on 1" The
black caravan disappeared, and Idwal
hastened forward with his nuptial offer
ing, taking care to dip itinFfynon Gurig,
or the saint's well to purify it from sor
cery. A bright May-morning assembled all
the assistants of a marriage-ceremony at
Llanbadarn. As ancient and peculiar
custom dictates, they set forth to the
habitation of Lillian's father carrying
the gifts designed to decorate her's and
enrich the wedding-feast in it. Kinsmen
and bridemaidens came in their best at
tire, led by Idwal, mounted on one of the
low lean horses of Cardiganshire, dressed
in the ragged black carsock he had sto
len from the parish clerk, probably as
a kind of mourning, or becanse it belong
ed to the best village poet, for, as he
said, he came to give his cousin away
to David Gwynne, and to perform the
part of bard at her marriage. Cambrian
ceremony requires that the bride should
be carried to church by her nearest rel
ative's horse, after much solicitation in
extempore verse. Idwal proffered him
self gallantly as brideman with a wreath
of daisies and mistletoe in one hand and
a bottle in the other, Silled with water
from St. Gurig's well, which ensures
sovreignty to the wife if she can obtain a
draught before her husband. Lillian,
looking as meek and pale as the daisies
in his coronet, underwent the mimicry of
a forcible conveyance on he r kinsman's
rough palfrey and a long ride to the par-,
ish church, followed by a mirthful as
semblage on horse and foot, listening to
their own jests more than to the music
of a harper, to whom the bride, not un
mindful of the rites of hospitality even at
the happiest and busiest period of her
life, had given a cup of milk and a bed
of clean straw when he arrived at Llan
badarn the night before. Lillian grew
paler as she entered the church, for the
wreath of paper-lillies which indicates
the funeral of a bride was still hanging
near the alter ; and the chief string of
the musician's harp broke as he passed
the porch an omen of the direst im
port. It was unconfirmed the bride
groom was absent, and could not be
found. The conftsion of surprise chang
ed very soon among the spectators into
hints and suspicions. Those who envied
Lillian's beauty iemembeted that her
mother was not a wife, that she had no
inheritance, except perhaps, the frailty
of that mother ; and both or either of
Ihese truths seemed sufficient to justify
her lover's desertion. Many of the high
blooded and rigid old Welchmen swore
they saw no wonder in any perfidy com
mitted by a man who could stoop to
take up a seared leaf when he might be
himself the topmost branch of the tree ;
for David Gwynne was heir presumtive
to Lillian's father, and sage gossips in the
neighborhood decreed that her mother
was justly punished for contriving to en
snare him. All declared no better for
tune ought to attend a wedding-day ap
pointed when the bride's father lay on
his death-bed , and Lillian, who had set
out attended by "smiles, mouth-honor
and troops of friends," returned forlorn
and disconsolate, with all the blame usu
ally heaped on the unfortunate. Only
two of the bridal procession returned
with her to her home, where her miser
able mother received her with clamerous
and vulgar reproaches, made more bit
ter by her own conciousness that she had
half caused this calamity. But Idwal,
who had never left Lillian's side during
her jourmey, interposed in her favor, not
by arguments but by tears, which soft
ened even her mother, whose love for
her offspring was in proportion to the
fierceness cf her uncultivated nature.
Perhaps in the moment of cruel disap
pointment, Maud would have been in
clined to offer the rejected bride to her
first lover, if the shame and anguish in
Lillian's eyes had not silenced her. And
though an erring and hard-browed wo
man, she understood the modest and sor
rowful distance observed by Idwal, who
possessed, notwithstanding his dim intel
lect, that pride in pure blood which
distinguishes Wales. Night came, while
Lillian, her mother, and her kinsmen,
were still brooding over their affliction to
gether, but without any interchange of
thought, when old Nicol Penmawl en
tered, the only lawyer who found bread
in the village. The poor girl would
have hidden herself, but he. intimated
that his visit concerned her ; and after
a preface which event his hard heart
deemed necessary, he explained, that
David -rwynno would not fulfil his
precise of marriage to Lillian, unless
her father signtd an absolute and entire
deed of gift in his favor. She replied
nothing, and wept in agony ; while her
mother burst into a furicus invective
against Gwynne'a selfishness and treach
ery : adding that he well knew how
completely she might have shut him
fiom his secession by obtaining a be
quest of all to her daughter.
"That is well, said. Mistress Maud,"
said the man of law "but it behoves a
crow to take care of his nest when a hen
sparrow hab crept into it. Old Arthur
Morris has g-eat love for you, and my
client must ktow what money is left,
and where it it. Let Lillian's father
give all to her, a id she may give it to
This hint was st fficiently intelligible.
Maud received it with a churlish sort of
smile, and Idwal witl a cry of antic joy,
as if in his zer.l to cc mfort his disgraced
cousin, he had forgotton that such a gift
would deprive him of all share of his un
cle's wealth, on which he depended for
subsistence. They took Lillian, notwith
standing her tears and resistance, into an
other chamber where her father lay in
the heedless stupor which had hung upon
him many years. Maud had been & mi
sers concubine too Ions not to kuo when
and how to be a virago. She pointed to
her weeping and dishevelled daughter,
accused bim barring her marriage by his
avarice, and beckoning the lawyer, who
had come prepared with a deed of gift io
due form, urged him with shrill and ve
hement entreaties, to sign it. The infirm
old man, whose life and intellect wss
wasted to their last spark, suddenly raised
himself from his matrass, drew aside the
long loose hair which poor Lillian had
shaken over her face, and seemed endeav
oring "to recollect her. Then his eyes
frxtd themselves on her mother, whose
harsh features were redened by the light
she held over the parchment she required
him to sign.
-'Woman," said he, laying his hand on
it with a quivering and convulsive grasp,
"I do give thee all all ye have come here
io ask for thou hast shut my gate against
my first-born, and driven him front- my
hearth-so thy own children's children
shall have neither gate nor hearth, kin
dred nor guardians, except among wild
kites and ravens. Thou hast been an ad
der in my house, and the wolf will come
Maud trembled, and drew back ; and
Arthur, pointing to the meagre attorney,
whom he probably mistook, in the disor
der of his darkening ideas, for his pre.
sumptive heir, added :
"David Gwynne, thou hast come into
my land to make my child poor see that
thy o'n be not wanderers, and cast out.
Take my land and feed the worms in it."
The last contortion of death mingled
with the grim smile of vindictive scorn as
he spoke, and his eyea stiffened before
the sudden flash of ire had faded in them.
He expired, and Lillian's mother after a
few hysteric screams, vented her impotent
grief and rage on the man of law, who
skulked away from the storm, satisfied
that his client might now possess the
wealth he coveted without the penalty of
marriage. He left the house muttering :
" David Gwinne will be well quit of
both these shrews. A man must live in
fire who keeps a she tiger."
Maud understood this inuendo, and it
roused her ready spirit of invention and
enterprise to save her daughter and defeat
her enemy. The deed engrossed by
Penmawl lay still on old Arthur Morris's
bed clenched in his hand, which had
grasped in the last pang of existence.
Why should not his name be added, since
that alone was wanting to give Lillian
possession of her father's estate, and to
punish her mercenary lover t It was a
precious and irrecoverable crisis, which
her mother determined not to lose.
Suddenly she remembered the vagrant
harper who had begged a night's lodging
among the straw in her outhouse ; and
calling him from his slumber, she asked
if he could write his name as a witness to
a trifling "paper. But this man, whose
eyes had something awful and preternat
ural in them, replied sternly,
" Thy daughter gave me milk in her
prosperity, and I will give her bread in
her affliction. When the morning star
shines, dig under this straw, and that
which is sought shall be found."
He departed as he spoke, and Maud, no
less superstitious than corrupt, was care
ful to obey him. She searched secretly,
and discovered a small leathern bag con
taining a paper, on which was distinctly
written,"! give all to Lillian ap Morris."
It had no witnesses, but the signature re-
sembled old Arthur's, and she determined
to assert that it was his hand-writing, as
its date was the present day. His death
was not announced till a late hour of the
following day, when the presumptive heir
came, as our female Machiavel expected,
to claim his inheritance, and was taunt
ingly shown the paper which consigned it
wholly to Lillian.
But the fartherest calculation! of kna
very ares con baffled, as the most cunning
anin.als are short-sichted. Instead of
proffering marriage again to his deserted
bride, David Gwinne established a protest
against the validity of her father'- last
deed. Maud and Idwal were arrested on
suspicion; out Liiuian ao.onaeu wuu
such speed and secresy as to baffle the
strict search made for her while a court of
justice examined the deed, to "which her
mother had given all the semblance ot
forgery by asserting more than the truth.
It was one of the thousand cases that per
plex and dishonor human judgment. Da-
vid Gwinne's attorney was, as 1 have
said, the most prosperous oue in Llanba
dar, perhaps because one of the most
crafty, yet he could not disprove Maud's
assertion that Arthur Morris had survived
the moment which he thought his last,
and the signature resembled his crooked
and confused hand-writing. But though
Idwal bore his examination with stubborn,
and sometimes shrewd zeal in Lillian's
favor, his imperfect intellect betrayed
him into hints which discovered the harp
er's share in the transaction. That im
perfect ''ntellect saved him from the fatal
consequences of the forgery, when it
seemed undeniably proved. Pardon, in
consideration of her age, and other cir
cumstances, was granted to Maud, whose
sins and strules for the advancement oi
her daughter ended in utter ruin. She
survived only a few days, and Lillian was
seen no more.
But the total disappearance of the harp
er, who had acted so remarkable a part
n this transaction, could mt be explain
ed. All the bridal crowd at Llanbadan
had noticed his lean unearthly aspect,
and none knew, or could coujecture, how
he came, except the driver of the hearse
I liavo once mentioned, who remembered
that a spectre-harper in such attire had
traveled some miles in vehicles, with an
air of composure which implied too inti
mate acquaintance with the dead. This
shadowy harper, therefore, was pro
nounced to be the ghost or spirit of old
Arthur Morris, which had visited the
church and hovered near his house before
his decease, according to the usual priv
ileges of such apparitions. But as sign,
ing wills is not among the allowed per
formances of shadows, this busy phantom
spread terror among the rustics of this
district, and neither the road where it had
journieJ, nor the chapel where its music
had been heard, were ever entered after
twilight. Strange melodies were said to
sound in the lonely hollow called Eor
phian, or the place of the dead, near the
river Rhcidiol, and death-lights appeared
on in its banks ; from whence the simple
natives concluded that Lillian had taken
refuge from shame and penury under its
waters. No human resident ever ven
tured to settle near them, except a crea
ture so withered and wild in its attire that
it hardly could be called female. As this
creature seemed old, poor, and desolate,
the few who lived in the neighborhood
called her the WUch of hheidiof, or the
Water Sprite, though she made no preten
sions to magic power except begging
milk or bread, and paying for it only with
a blessing. Either fear or charity in
duced the poor cottagers to be liberal in
their gifts of food ; and dances no less
marvellous than the black ballet-master's
in Normandy, were said to be performed
at midnight on the river.
Nevertheless, these tales did not pre
vent a traveler from paying a visit to
these unhallowed places, to see the rain
bow and arrowy light often visible there
at the noon of night. This traveler,
whom I shall call Judge Lloyd, because
that name was afterwards borne by a man
who resembled him in firmness and sa
gacity, pursue! his way between two
walls of rock divided by a little stream,
which suddenly leaped through a narrow
rent and escaped from sight. He forced
himself through the chasm, tempted by a
light which shone far within a kind of
cavern roofed with sloping rocks, and fur
nished with a porch composed of dwarf
sycamores, whose branches were knit in
to a pleasant trellis. Here he stopped to
reconnoitre, hearing a plaintive voice
singing a remnant of ancient Cambrian
poetry ascribe! to Llydwarch Hen, the
Bard of Arthur's court.
The traveler had heard these words in
the best days of his youth, and he sighed
at their strange concurrence with some
passages of his secret history. As his
curiosity was sustained and justified by a
benevolent desire to discover the reputed
haunts of witchcraft, and as music prom
ises gentleness, he hazar.tt J a step toward
the threshold. But a lean hag-like fig
ure, attired in the ragged remnant of a
black silk cassock, brandished a formida
ble staff across his path. To the J udge's
courteous question, this hideous sentinel
replied, " Sid ychwl mo mhabsanti" sig
nifying, " Thou art not my patron-saint
confessor," and added.with something like
the fervent wildness of an ancient bard,
" If thou comest to wound the sleeping
fawn, beware lest the stag trample on
thee." The intrepid Judge answered by
nly by uncovering his face, and looking
steadily at his opponent, who fell prostrate
at his feet with a cry of terror which
brought forth the inhabitants of the hut
Lillian and her child ! She instantly
recognized the spectre-harper, but till he
had embraced her a thousand times, and
recalled to her mind almost as many for
gotten circumstances, she did not believe
or recognize her only brother, the long
lost adventurer who had left his fath
er's house in his early youth. Since her
deep disgrace she had lived in this soli
tude, fed and sheltered by the idiot Idwal,
whose fantastic and half feminine attire
gained him the homage paid to witchcraft,
anl enabled him to preserve their abode
from detection. Faithful to that devoted
affection which seemed the only un
changeable instinct of his wandering
mind, and the sole occupation of his life,
he had built her hut, begged her bread,
and watched her steps as the doe watches
her young, when all else had abandoned
her to famine and despair.
" My father prophecied in his anger,"
said Lillian, " that my child should have
neither gate nor hearth, and be nestled
among wild ravens ; but it has found
bread in their nests, and they are more
merciful than the world to a sinner."
"You shall return to the world," an
swered the good Judge, "and find it never
denies respect to modest and sincere pen
itence. No part of the guilt of forgery
rests on your head or on Idwal's. The
harper's dress was a safj disguise whfn
I came unexpected to a home where I
had no friends; but I signed a name
which belonged to me, and only gave you
by that deed of gift what my father's
death, I knew, had entiled me to give.
The sentence shall be repealed, the avari
cious heir displaced, and the world will
laugh to see justice administered by a
A BEAUTIFUL STORY.
The most beautiful and affecting inci
dent we know, associated with a ship,
wreck, is the following :
" The Grosvenor, an East Indiainan,
homeward bound, goes ashore on the
coast of Caffraria. It was resolved that
the officers, passengers, and crew, in
number one hundred and thirty-five souls
should endeavor to penetrate on foot,
across trackless deserts, infested with
wild beasts and cruel savages, to the
Dutch settlement at the Cape of Good
Hope. With this forlorn object before
them, they finally separate into two par
ties, never more to meet on earth.
" There is a solitary child among the
passengers, a little boy of seven years
old, who has no relations there; and
when the first party is moving away, he
cries after some member of it who has
been very kind to him. The crying of
a child might be supposed to be a little
thing to men in such great extremity;
but it touches them, and he is immediate.
Iv taken into that detachment : from
which time forth this child is sublimely
made a sacred charge. He is pushed on
a little raft across broad rivers by the
swimming sailors ; they carry him by
turns through the deep sand and long
grass, he patiently walking at all other
times; they share with him such putrid
fish as they find to eat ; they lie down
and wait for him when the rough carpen
ter, who becomes his special friend, lags
behind. Beset by lions and tigers, by
savages, by thirst and hunger, by death
in a crowd of ghastly shap3s, they never
oh, Father of all mankind, thy name
be blessed for it! forgot this child.
The captain stops exhausted, and his
faithful coxswain goes back and is seen
to sit down by his side, and neither of the
two shall be any more beheld until the
last great day; but a the rest go on for
their lives, they take the child with them,
The carpenter dies of poisinous berries
eaten in starvation , and the steward, suc
ceeding to the command of the party,
succeeds to the sacred guardianship of
God knows all he does for the poor
baby. He cheerfully carries him in his
arms when he himself is weak and ill ;
how he feeds him when he himself is
griped with want; how he folds his rag
ged jacket around him, lays his little
warm face with a woman's tenderness
upon his sunburnt breast, soothes him in
his sufferings, sings to him as Be limps
along unmindful of his own parched and
bleeding feet. Divided for a few days
from the rest, they dig a grave in the
sand and bury their good friend the cooper
these two companions alone in the wil
derness and the time 'comes when they
are both ill, and beg their wretched part
ners in despair, reduced and few in num
ber now, to wait by them one day. They
wait by them one day; they wait by them
two days. On the morning of the third
day they move softly about making their
preparations for the resumption of their
journey, for the child is sleeping by the
fire, and it is agreed with one consent
that he shall not be disturbed until the
last moment. That moment comes ; the
fire is dying ; and the child is dead.
" His faithful friend, the steward, lin
gers but a little while behind mm. tns
grief is great. He staggers on for a few
days, lies down in the wilderness and
dies. But he shall be reunited in his im
mortal spirit who can doubt it? with
the child, where he and the poor carpen
ter shall be raised up with the words,
Insomuch as ye have done it uato the
least of these, ye have done it unto me.' "
Irish Anecoote. The following inci
dent recently occurred in a small town in
the county of Cork. A poor woman en
tered the general shop, and asked for a
I pound of candles, dipt fourteens. The
price demanded being a half penny or a
penny more than usual, she anxiously in
quired the reason.
" ' Tis all along of the war, ma'am,"
was the reply.
" Yettun what has the war to do with
the price of my pound of dips ?
"Ah, 'tis 1 1 "use we are fighting with
Roosia, the pru,e of tallow is raised. "
"Why then," exclaimed the purchaser
fervently, "bad luck to the Roosians that
they can't fight by daylight, and not be
rising the price of the candles upon us !"
A Carriage formerly belonging to
John Hancock, is now in possession of
Hon. A. W. II. Clapp, who is having it
repaired for winter use. It has been for
some tims in the Clapp family, but we
dopbt if many who havev often seen it
know its former history. Connected with
such associations as it is, we esteem this
a valuable possession, and admire the
taste that keeps the " old carriage" in
good repair. The coat of arms of the
Hancock family was emblazoned upon
the pannels, and is yet to be seen beneath
the paint in its present respectable ap
pearance. Portland Slate cf Maine.
A LANCASTER GUN.
Among our extracts from English pa
pers in a recent issue, our readers my
have observed a paragraph upon the
subject of this new , and as a public wri
ter has shown so much ignorance while
professing to instruct others, it has oc-
cured to us that a brief description of
this powerful instrument of death and
the principle of its construction would be
acceptable to many.
The writer in question commences by
saying, "The object of boring the Lan
caster gun into an ellipsis is to prevent
the ball from taking a rotary motion,"
and thereupon he raises the question
whether the elliptical ball, in passing
through an elliptical bore, has not a dan
gerous tendency to burst the gun. So
far fron his premises being correct, the
very reverse is the true state of the case.
The elliptical bore is intended to give the
ball a rotary motion, for in this motion
of the ball upon its axes consist superior
ity of this gun over the ordinary cannon.
It is a well known fact, that it is impos
sible to cast balls or bullets in such
a way that one side will not be heavier
than the other, and it is also well known
that this circumstance deflect the projec
tile its right line.
With small arms this difficulty is over
come by the groove in the rifle barrel,
which being spiral, acts upon the sub
stance of the leaden bullet, and gives it
a rotary motion before leaving the muz
zle of the rie, which continue until the
ball stops. By this means the heavy
side is turned in all directions, so that
any tendency in one direction is immedi
ately counterbalanced by a revolution of
the bullet which changes the position of
the heavy side, and the result is that the
ball flies in a direct line. Now, howev-
er well this plan may answer for small
arms and leaden balls, and it has long
been a problem to discover some means
of making rifled cannon.
The Lancaster gun professes to have
accomplished this by means of an ellipti
cal bore, out of which is to be thrown an
elliptical projectile, either shot or shell.
Without plates we may not be able to
make all our readers understand our ex
planations, but we hope most of them
will do so. The gun is large, because it
is at a long range that its great precision
of aim tells best over a common gun, and
its appearance is that of an ordinary
large cannon, except that the mouth, in
stead of being circular, is elongated like
an egg, having one axis longer than an
other. We will suppose that the mouth
is largest up and down that is, that the
longer axis is vertical, so that the flatten
ed ball fitting it would stand on its edge;
but the bore winds gradually from the
mouth to the breach of the gun, so that
when the ball is driven home to the prop
er position when the gun is loaded, it
will hare turned one-fourth around, and
will lie horizontally that is, at right an
gles to the longer axis of the mouth of
the gun, and on its side. When the
gun is fired, the ball must make one rev
olution at every four lengths of the gun,
and thereby counterbalance any imper
fection in its shape which would other
wise defect it. Several of these guns
have burst. This is perhaps attributable
to the fact that they are used at very
long ranges and were probably overload
ed, although it is quite possible, and in
fact probable, that forcing a ball to take
a rotary motion would increase the res
istance ofiered, so much as to increase
the risk of bursting. Experience will
soon test the question. We may remark
that the same prinicple has been applied
to small arms, and a decided advantage
is claimed for the Lancaster over the
common rifle. Montreal Gazelle.
Winter Grapes. The editor of the
Prairie Farmer says that be actually
partook, on the 14th of last June, of
grapes which hal been packed away
the autumn previous. They were put
up in boxes and packed with perfectly
dried oak saw dust, a layer of saw dust
being put in the bottom of the box, then
a layer of grapes placed so as not to
touch each other, the interstices being
filled up with saw dust, and alternate
layers of fruit and sawdust filling the
box, which is to be kept in a cellar or
other cool place where the temperature
does not change to a great extent
throughout the winter.
Ancient Books were orrigioally boards
or the inner barks of trees ; and bark is
still used by some nations, as are also
skins, for which latter, parchment was
Ths first banks were established in It
aly in the year 603, by the Lombard
Jews, of whom some settled in Lombard
street, London, where many bankers have
ever since resided.
A want of confidence has kept many
a man silent. A want of sesen has made
many persons talkative.
For the Farmer.
Much of the profits of rearing cattle do
pends upon the manner of keeping them
through winter. If they arc suffered to -lose
flesh during the cold season, and
turnout to pasture "spring poor,it tikes
a long time to regain what they hav :
lost. With the best quality of early eat
and well made English hay, with regular -and
judicious feeding, and comfortable "
quarters, a stock of cattle from the-old. ;
est to the youngest, may be mad to
thrive all winter to gain size and flesh ; '
with a small allowance of meal, potatoM
turnips or other roots, they would do '
still better. :
Our horses, and cattle, and sheep
were originally constituted to subsist th
year round on green succulent food.' - '
By domestication, they have beam '
gradually introduced from a warm, to a
cold climate of the north, where, as with, -us,
they generally have to be fed oa dry
forage for six months or more, every' 1
year. This in some degree, has placed '
them in an unnatural condition, and it :
is a strong argument in favor of a mora :
extensive root culture among us, for feed
ing purposes. - -- ji
Most farmers have more or less coarse
fodder, such as poor hay, corn fodder.
straw &c And mauy commence feeding
their cattle exclusively on these the first
part of the winter, or till it is used up, -and
seem to think it is a "good riddance
of bad rubbish." Cattle and sheep, r
doubtless, like a change of. food at wall as
man, and when kept in good condition
they seem to relish a foddering of mead- .
ow hay, corn fodder, or straw occasion i
ally but fed entirely on such fodder,
the first half of the winter, they lose
flesh, and will be apt to come out in the '
spring in poor condition, in spite of En
Corn fodder is as nutritious as com?
mon stack hay when fed in connection
with it, but to compel cattle to live on.
such fare for weeks together, is, as some '
one said, "absolutely cruel, as it make
their teeth sore when fed for a length, of .
time." A better way is to give cattle
one fodder of corn buts, and that at the :
last feeding at night, and if they have ft "
pretty stout allowance given them, they t
will eat it nearly clean before morning
at least, what they reject will hardly
pay for passing through the straw cutter. :
Cattle, to do well, must have drink as '
well as food ; and a free use of card and
brush adds to their good looks. . :
We know the value of this article as
an economical, palatable, wholesome,
nutricious food : and we wish we could "
induced every one of our readers to try
it, as we do every morning for breakfast.
Hominy is coming more and more in tot .
use in this city every year, but not half '
as much as it would if better known, and ,'
particularly if our cooks knew how to.
prepare it Nothing can be more aim ,
pie, and that perhaps is the reason, be
cause it is so simple nobody can under -stand
it.- We give the formula l J- ' '
Wash the hominy, if yon think you
must though we should as soon think ef -washing
flour before using it and put it "
in soak in three times as much water as '
you wish to eook of harminy, and set it 1
where it will become a little warm. It '
should soak at least twelve hours. - Boil
it in the same water in a porcelain lined
kettle, until it is soft, still leaving each,
grain quite whole. Be very careful to
keep sufficient water in the kettle to pre -vent
the mass from slicking, or it will
burn. When done, all the water will
be aborbed. Never add salt, or batter,
or meat to the hominy while cooking. '
Season it after it is done, or leave every
one to add salt, sugar, butter, or meat
gravy to bis liking.
The original way of making hominy, is :
with a wooden mortar and pestle, the
improved machine, a shaft armed with '
files, steam-driven, inside of a cylinder,
where the corn is entirely freed of the
REMEDY FOR THE CURCULIO.
Mr. M. Kelly stated at the Pomologi
cal meeting, that several fruit growers of
the vicinity of Cincinnati had tried the .
following recipe for preventing the des
truction of plums by the curculio, with,
great success. It is also an effectual
remedy for mildew on grapes :
Put half a pound of sulphur and one
pound fresh lime into a tight barrel, then
fill up with boiling water, and cover :
closely for 10 or 12 days, when it will
be fit for use. Thivformshydro-sulphito
of lime, and has an unpleasant odor,
which is offensive to insects, but the
liquid is not injurious to vegetation. It -is
used by sprinkling the trees or vines '
with a garden engine or syringe, repeat
ing the application every three or four
days, or oftencr, if showers occur to
wash off the material. ' '