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EDWARD 9. BOWASS,
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VOL. 40, NO. 31.
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Poetry.
THE MYSTERY.
THE MYSTERY. BY BAYATD TAYLOR.
Than art sot 4evl ; tkos ut not gone U dust ;
line of U tint loveliness shall fall
To (armless rma, ainott lj Tune, and threat
lata she Selena gulf that e.ftn ail.
Tho canst not wholly perish, thooyh the sod
Sick with its violets closer (o ttij breast ;
Though by the feet of fenerations trod.
The head stoie cratauics from thy place of rest.
ine marrei oi i"j v .
The sweetuess of thy presence shall not fade ,
Karth rare not all the glory of thine eye
Death may not keep what death has uerer made.
It was not thine, that forehead strange and eold.
Nor those donib lips, they hid beneath the saow ;
Xbj heart wonW throb beneath that passive fold.
Thy hands for me that stony clasp forego.
But thoa hast rone gone from the dreary laud,
done from the storms let loose on every hal.
tared by Uis sweet persoaaions of a hand
Which lead thee somewhere in the distance still.
Where'er thoa art, I know thou weircst yet
The same bewiehing beauty sant:fied
By wahner joy. and touched with soft regret -for
him who seeks, but cannot reach thy side.
I keep for thee the living lore of old, ' - .
And seek thy place in Nature as a child.
Whose hand is parted from his playmate s hold,
Waadera and cries along a lonesome wild.
When, In the wwtches of my heart. I hear .
The mrsnsrrt of paver life, and know
The footsteps of thy spirit lingering near,
Theaarkneas hides the way that I should go.
Canst thoa not bid the empty realms restore
' That form. e symbol of thy heavenly part I
Or on the fields of barren silence pour
That roica, the perfect mosic of my heart I .
O, once, one bending to these widow'd Bps,
Take back the tender warmth of life from me.
Or let thy kisses cloud with swift eclipse
The light of mine, and give mo death with thoa.
LEAVES AND MEN:
BY EBENEZER ELLIOTT.
Drop, drop Into the grave. Old Leaf.
Drop, drop Into the grave I '
Thy acorns grown, thy acorns sown
Drop, drop into the grave.
December's tempests rave. Old Leaf,
Above the forest grave. Old .Leaf ;
Drop, drop into the grave.
The birds In spring will sweetly sing.
That Death alone is sad ; .
The grass will grow, t e primrose show.
That Death alone is sad :
Lament above thy grave. Old Leaf ;
For what has"Life to do with Grief T
lis Death alone that's sad.
What then J We two have both lived through
The sunshine and the rain :
And blesit be lie, to me and thee,
Who oKiOlis sun and rain ;
We'veiWur sun and rain Old Leaf ;
And Godwill send afain, Old Leaf,
-The sunshine and the rain.
Baee afterne of leaves and men
Bloom, wither, and are gone ;
As winds and waters rise and ftdl- .
- ti J lihji.ll t "
And long as Ocean heaves. Old Leaf,
And hud and fade the leaves. Old Leaf
Will life and death roll on, ,
How like am I to thee. OW Leaf !
We'll drop together down ;
How like art thou to me. Old Leaf!
We'll drop together down.
Tm gray and thou art frown. Old Leaf,
We'll drop together down. Old Deaf I
We'll drop together down.
Drop, drop into the grave. Old Leaf,
Drop,drop into the grave ;
Thy acorns grown, thy acorns sown
Drop, drop into the grave.
December's tempest rave. Old Leaf,
Above thy forest grave, Old Leaf ;
Drop, drop into thy grave t
BY EBENEZER ELLIOTT. Choice Miscellany.
THE VACANT CHAIR.
CONCLUDED. j
Time stole on towards midnight, and
one after one of the unsuccessful party
"sturned. As foot after foot approached,
every breath was hushed to listen. . "No,
no, no!" cried the mother, again, and
again, with increasing anguish. "It's
not the foot o' my aiu bairn,' while her
keen gaze still remained riveted upon the
door, and was not withdrawn nor the
hope of despair relinquished, till the indi-1
vidua! entered, and with a silent and om
inous, shake of his head, betokened" his i
fruitless efforts. The clock had struck
twelve , all were returned save the father.
The wind bowled more wildly ; the rain
poured . upon the windows in ceaseless
torrent; and the roaring of the moun
tain rivers gave a character of deeper
ghostliness to their sepulchral silence ;
for each sat wrapt iu forebodings, listening
to the storm ; and no sounds were heard,
save the groans of the mother, the weep
ing of her children, and the bitter and
broken eobi of the 'bereaved maiden, who
leaned her head upon her father's besom,
refusing to be comforted.
At length, the barking of the larm-dog
Announced footsteps at a distance. Every
ear wa rawed to lis tea, every eye was
turned to the door ; but before the tread
was yet audible to the listeners "Oh, it
is only Peter's foot!" said the miserable
toother, and, weeping arose to meet him.
'Janet! Janet!" he exclaimed, as he
entered, and threw his arms around hr
neck, "what is this that's come upon us at
last?"
He cast- an inquisitive glance around
bis dwelling, and a convulsive shiver
passed over his manly frame, as his eye
again fell on the vacant chair, which no
'one had ventured to occupy. Hour sue
(seeded hour, but the company separated
not and low, sorrowful whispers mingled
with the lamentations of the parents.
'Neighbor, said Adam Bell,' the morn
is a new day, and will wait to see what ii
may bring forth : but, in the meantime,
let ii read a portion o' the Divine word,
an' kneel together in prayer, that, whether
or not the day-dtwn cause light to shine
upon !'is singular bereavement, the San
o' Righteousness may arise wj' healing
on his wing, upon the heart o' this af
flicted family, an' upon (he Learu g' all
present."
Amen!" rasponded Peter wringing his
band, and his friend taking down the Ha'
Bible, rea 1 the chapter where it is written
J "It is better to be in the house of mourn-
ing than ihe house of feasting,' anj again
i the portioi, wincii savetli "it is well lor
me that X hive been afflicted, for before
I was afflicted, i went astray.'
4
The morning came, but brought no
tidings of the lost son. After a solemn
farewell, all the visitants, save Adam Bel!
and his daughter returned every oi;e to
their own houses; and the disconsolate
father, with his servants again renewed
their search among the bi'UanJ surround
ing villages. '
Dajs, weeks, months and years rollled
on. Time had subdued the anguish ot
the parents into a holy calm ; but their
lost first-born was not forgotten, although
no trace of his fate had been discovered.
The general belief was that he had per
isbod in the breaking up of the snow,
and the few iu whose remembrance he
still lived, merely spoke of his death as a
"very extraordinary circumstauce" re
marked that "he was a wild venturesome
sort o' lad."
Christmas had succeeded Christmas
and Peter Elliot still kept it in commem
oration of the birth-day of him who was
not. .For the first few years after the loss
of tbelr son, sadness, and silence chnrac
lerized the party who sat dowo to dinner
at Marchlaw, and still at Peter'a right
band was placed the vacant arm chair.
But as the younger branches of the fam
ily advanced in years, the remembrance
of their brother became less poignant.
Christmas was, with all around them, a
day of rejoicing, and they began lo make
merry with their friends. While the par-
nts partook of their enjoyments, with a
smile, half of approval half of sorrow.
Twelve years had passed away; Cirist-
mas has again come. It was the coun
terpart of its fatal - predecessor. The
hills had not yet cast off their summer
verdure ; the sun although shorn of its
heat, had lost none of its brightness or
glory, and looked downpon the- earth
participating in its gladness; and the
clear blue sky was tranquil as the sea
sleeping 'beneath the moon. Many visi
tors bad assembled at Marchlaw. The
sons of Mr. Elliot, and the younger men
nf the party, were assembled upon a
lev 1 green near the house, unusii-g them
selves with throwing the hammer and
other , border games, while himself and
the elder guests stood by as spectators,
recounting the deeds of their youth.
Johnson, the sheep farmer, whom we
have already mentioned, now a brawny
and gigantic fellow of two-and-iJ-.irty,
bore away in every game the palm from
all competitors. More than once as Pe
ter beheld his sons defeated, he felt the
spirit of youth glowing in his veins, and
Oh!" mattered he in bitterness, "had
my Thomas been spared to me, he would
hae thrown his heart's hluid after the
hammer, before he would hae been beat
by e're a Johnson in the country!"
While he thus soliloquized, and with
difficulty restrained an impulse to com
pete with the victor himself, a dark, for
eign-looking, strong-built seaman, un
ceremoniously approached, and with his
arms, folded, cast a look of contempt on
the boasting eonqueror. Every eye was
turned with a scrutinizing glance upon
tht stranger. In height he could not
exceed five feet nine, but his whole frame
was a model of masculine strength ; his
features were open and manly, but deep
ly sunburnt and weather-beaten, his long,
glossy, black heair, cuiled into ringlets
by the breeze and the billow, fell thickly
over his temples and forehead; and whis
kers of a similar hue, more conspicuous
for siz! than elegance, gave a character
of fierceness to a countenance otherwise
possessing a striking impress of manly
beauty. Without asking permission, he
stepped forward, lifted the hammer, and,
swinging it around his head, hurled it
upwards of five yards beyond Johnson's
most successful throw. "Well done!"
shouted the astonished spectators. The
heart of Peter Elliot warmed within him,
and he was hurrying forward to grasp
the stranger by the hand, when the worJs
groaned in his throat, -It was just such
a tli row as tuy Thomas would have made!
my owu lost Thomas!" The tears
burst into his eyes, and without speaking,
he turned his back, and hurried towards
the house, to conceal lib emotions.
Successively, at every game, the stran
ger had deleatt'd all who had ventured to
oppose him ; when a message announced
that dir-i-C waited the ir arrival. Some
of the guests were already seated, others
entering; qnJt . heretofore, placed be
side Mrs. Elliot, Wi Elizibetu Bell, still
in the noontide of her beauty ;' but aor.
row passed oyer her features, like a veil
over the countenance of an angel.
Johnson crest fallen and out of humor u
this defeat, seated himselt by her side.
In early life, he had regarded Thomas
Elliot as a rival for her afll-ctions ; and,
stimulated with the knowledge that Adam
Bell would be able to bestow several
thousands upon his daug iter as a dowry,
he yet prosecuted his attentions with un-
j
j
J abctcd assiduity in despite of the dangh-
,ter's aversion, and the -coldness of hef
father. Peter had taken his place at the
iable; and still by his side, unoccupied
and sacred, ,-ippearcd the vacant chair,
the chair of his first-born, whereon none
frsd s it since his mysterioes death or dis
appearance. "Bairns," said he, "did nane o' yeaik,
the sailor to come up and take a bit o din
ner wi' us?".
We ar afraid it might lead to a quar
rel with Mr. Johnson," whispered one of
his sons.
"He is come without asking," replied
tle stranger, entering; and the wind
shall blow from a new point if I destroy
the mirth or happiness of the company.'.
"Ye'er a stronger, youns; man," said
Peter, "or yo would ken thisis noeeting
o' mirth-makers. But I assure ye, ye
are welcome, heartily welcome. Haste
ye, lassies," he added to the servants ;
"some o' ye get a chair fr the gentle
man." "Gentleman, indeed!" muttered John
son between his teeth.
"Never mind abDut a chair, my hear?
lies," said the seaman; "this will do!"
An.l before Peter could speak to withhold
him he had thrown himself carelessly
into the hallowed, the venerated the twelve
years unoccupied chair! The spirit of
sacrilege uttering blasphemies from a
pulpit could not have smitten a congre
tion of pious worshippers with horror and
consternation, than this filling of the va
cant chair the inhabitants of Marchlaw.
"Excuse me sir! excuse me, sir!" said
Peter, the words trembling on his tongue;
"but ye canna ye cunua sit there?"
"O man! man!" cried Mrs. Elliot, "get
out o' that! get out o' that! take my
chair! take any chair i' the houst-!
but dinna sit there It has never been
sat in by mortal being since the death o'
my dear bairn! and to see it fiied'by
another is a thing I canna endure!"
"Sir! sir!" continu d the father, "ye
have do'ie it through ignorance, and we
excuse ye.' Bat th it was my Thorn is's
seat! Twelve years this very day hit
birth day he peribhed H -aven k-ns how! :
He went out from our sight liks th cloud
that passed over the hills never never
to return." And, O sir! spare a father's
feelings! for to j it filled wrings the .
blood from my heart!" '
"Give me your hand my worthy soul!"
exclaimed the seaman ; "I revere nay
hang it I would die for your feelingt!
But Tom Elliot was my friend, and I cart
anchor in this chair by sp-cial commis
sion. I know that a suddt n broadside of
joy is a bad thing; but as I do i't know
how to pi each a sermon before telling
you, all I have to say fs that Tom ain't
dead."
"Not dead!" said Peter, grasping the
hand of the stranger, and speaking with
an eagerness that almost ch ik-d his ut-.
teranue; "O sir! sir! tell me how! how!
Did ye say living? Is my ain Thomas
liv ng?" v
"Not dead, did ye say?" cried Mrs.
Elliot hurrying towards him and grasp-
ing his other hand not deal! And
shall I see my bairn ' again? Oh! may
the blessings o' Heaven, and the blesdng
o a broken hearted mother be upon the
bearer of the gracious tidings! But tell
me! tell me, now is it possible! As you
would expect happiness here or hereafter,
dinna, dinna, dinna, deceive me!
"Deceive you!" returned the stranger,
grasping with impassioned earnestness,
their bands in his. "Never! never! and
all I can say is, that Tom Elliot is alive
and hearty."
"No, no!" slid Elizabeth rising from
her seat "he noes not deceive us ; there
is that in his countenance which bespeaks
a lalsehood imjtossible." And she also
endeavored to move towards him when
Johnson threw his arms around her to
withhold her.
"Hands otTytu land lubber!" exclaimed
the seaman, springing towards them, "or
shiver me! I'll shew daylight through
your timbers in the turning of a hand
spike." An! clasping the lovely girl in
his arms, "Betty! Betty, my love!" he
cried, "don't you know your own Tom ?
Father, motner, don't you know me? .
Have you really forgotten your own son? '
If twelve years have made some change
on his face, his heart is sound as ever."
His father, his mother and his brothers
clung around him, weeping, smiling, and
mingling a hundred questions together.
He threw his arms around the necks of
each, and in answer lo their inquiries, re
plied "Well! well! there is time enough
to answer questions but not to-day, not
to-day."
"No my bairn," said his mother, "we'll
now no questions nobody shall ask
yeany. But how how were ycu torn
away from us, my love! And, O hinny!
where oh where hae ye been?"
'Ii's a long story, mother, and would
take a week lo tell it. But, however to
make a long story short, you renumber
when the amugglera were pursued, an I
wished to conceal their brandy in 'our
house, my father prevented them; they
left muttering revenge, and they have
been revenied. This d y, :elve years, I
went out with the intention of meeting
Elizabeth and her father, whrn I came
upon a party of the gang concealed in
Hi I' Hole. In a moment half a t1oz n
pisiols were held at my breast, and, tying
myhanda to my sides, they dragged ie
into the cavern. Here I had not been
Inn their prisoner, w hen the snnw rolling
down thf mountains, almost totally blocked
up its mouth.
On the seco id night, they cut through
the snow, and hurrying me along with
them,' I was bound to a horse between
two, and before daylight, found myself
slowed, like a piece of old junk, in the
hold of a smugglers' lugger. Within a
week 1 was shipped on a Dutch-man-of-war,
and Lr six jears was kept dogging
about on different stations, till our old
yawling bulk received orders to join the
fleet, which was to fight against the gal
lant Duncan at Camperdowh. To think
of lighting against my own countrymen
my uwu flesh and blood, was worse tban
to be cut to pieces by a cat o'- nine tails;
and undvr cover of ihe smoke ot the first
b'oa Iside, 1 sprang into the gunwale,
plunged into the sea, and swam for the
English fleet.
Never shall 1 forget the moment that
my feet first trod upon the deck of a Brit
ish frigate! my nerves felt as firm as
her oak, and my heart free as the pennant
that waved defiance from his masthead!
I was active as a any du.ing the b.Ulle-
and when it was 'over, I found my sell a-
giin among my own couTvmen, and all
spaking my o n language, I fancied naj,
hng ii! 1 almot bcli.-ved I should meet
my father, inothe or my dear Bess, cn
board of the British frigate. I e.xpef tad
to see you all again in a few weeks at
farthest; but, instead of returning to Old
England, beliireTmWus aware, it was helm
about with us. As to w riling 1 never
had an oppertunity but once. We were
at anchor before a Fiench fort; a pick
et was lying alongside ready to sail; I had
half a side wric&u, and was scratching my
head to think liow I should come over wri
ting about 'you, Bess, my love, when, as
bad luck would have it ,our Lieutenant
com 4 lo me, and says he, "I know you
like; a little smart service; Elliot; come,
my lad, take the head oar, while we board
some of those French gun-bouts U'iderihe
batteries!" I cou'.d't say no. We pull
ed ashore, made a bonfire of some of'lheir
craft, and were setting fire to a second,
when a deadly fiire of small shot from the
garrison sent led oi.rboat, killed our com
manding uffi-er with hulf of the crew,
and the few of us who were left w-re
ma le prisoners. It is of id use bothi-r-ing
you by tt-lling you how we escaped
from the French prison. We did escapj;
and Tom will once more fill his vacant
chair.
Should any of our readers wish farther
acquaintance with our friends, all we can
say i-i, the new year was still young
when Adam Bell bestowed his daughter's J
hand unou the heir of Marchlaw, and
Peter b-held the once vacant chair again
ocupied, ai.d a name sake of the third
generation prattling on his knee.
Among other anecdo'es of himsell
Mr. B -ut'in relates the following:
"When 1 first went to Washington I
advertised for a man to teach me Span
ish. A Cactiilian cam w ho said he had
leisure eirly in the morning and at no
other time. I asked what he called
e.rly. He sail seven o'clock. I said he
was not eaily enough for me, but if he
woul I come every morning at two o'clock
I wou d enrare him. He agreed, and
wasL-t in to Brawn's H tel every morn
ing at two o'clock, for seven m -nths, and
never f r once did the Castil an tap at
my door, without finding me rwady to re
ceive him "
Eccemkic Hied We cut the
following from a country exchange.
Tne bird referred to must be one of i.litz's
"The scoundrel who look the canary
with a p-.ig nose, red face, and a light
ovi rcoal on, is requested to return it im
mediate!) to 2i Willow street, as the bird
is a valuable one from whom no questions
will be ak.l."
JCZW.K f-rmer's daughter was visi ed
by a young rusiic, who finding it difficult
to keep up the conversation asked the girl
afer.ii) e nbarrasing silence had prevail
ed for some lime, if she-'knewof any bo ly
that wanted to buy a shirt ?" -"o, I
don't," she repli d, "have you one to
ell?" "Oh, no, "said rustic, "I onlj axed
just to make talk."
13TA little hoy friend of ours, a few
days ago, while coming down stairs was
cautioned by his mother not to lose his
balance. His question which followed
was a puzzler: "Mother,-! I should loe
my balance where would I go to?"
Soap. When preparing 'o make sotp,
add a little old soap to the lev and giease.
This will g eat'.y facilitate the labr of
the making.
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A FIGURE-HEAD REMINISCENCE.
Our readers, at least those who were
pnlticians in that day, will perhas re
member that, some twenty years ago, com.
Elliot, al that time commanding the Con
sttuiion man-of-war, ha I carved an I
plucd as a figure-head on the bows, of
Old Ironside-," a full length figure of
G ii. Jackson. So hi aft-r, whil in har
bor at Ne v Yik sora- graceless scnm;i
sawel off Old Hikory's h ad, and t e
officers of the vess-el were urjris- d nf
morni'.g, find n t eir ves-el orn uncn
ted wi:h the h a le-s trunk of he Vic:or
of Njw Orlenns.
Some whig papers, which had denounc
ed Com. Elliot for what they termed
toadyism, chuckled ortr the circum
stance, while the mass of the press char
acterised it as an outruge, the Democrat
ic papers a'leging it arose from Whig
preduJice against the Old Hero, and the
Naval Department offering a reward f r
the perpetrator.
Time passed away, the figure obtained
a new head, and we had almost forgotten
the circumstance wht n on glancing over
a recent number of the New York Times,
we found a letter from a correspondent
proving that the public were mistaken in
ascribing the act to the vandalism of par
ty strife, and that the decapitation wus
perpetrated in upholding the great pr.n
ciple 'hat figure-heaJs should never be
full length! The letter alluded to thus
explains Ihe maker:
A few years since, iu company with a
friend I ca.L-d on the venerable Muhlon
Ditk r-ion, at his residence, near Dover,
Morris county, N. Sn and after politely
showing us over bis grounds and nomine-',
he took us through his ex:e.iiw
libiary, and wb.ld giviug us a detail ot
his books, and the history of m my of them,
he also laughingly to'd us the story o! ihe
iUre-ha4, which-" wSs lookl ig down
on us from an upper bcoks-'itlf. He
said, "You know at that time this occur
red I was Secretary of the Navy, und
that Gov. rurmnt had offered a reward
for the apprehension of the p 'rpetra'OiS
of the outnge. Well) on day I was
s.ttmg in the office, when a sailof walke i
iu with a bundle in his hand,, and asked
if I was the St-cretury ofjhe Navy. He
went on to say, 'You offered a reward for
the arrest of the one that Tut off the Fig
ure-head of Gen. Jackson?' Yes.' '
am the tnanf and, untying his budget,
plactd before me the head. I was amaz
ed and puzzled to define what it could
mean . I aked him who helped him t.
do it. 'Nobody.' 'How i!id you do it?'
'rowed out ulone, climbed up in th
chains, and s-iwed it off. I attempted to
saw it off through the neck at fiit, but
the saw stuck a boll and I bad lo t-aw it
through the m uth,' 'How d:d you mm
ae lo escape I inj seen by the watch?
'Hump ! I swear tin re wa.-n't a light n
a man on deck.' V ho g-t you lo do this?'
'Nobody, and nobody knows of it. W; y
did you do it don't you like Gen. Jack
sun?' Yes, 1 am a Jackson man ai d I
have no objection to bis bust being mi Old
Iruusid s, but I don't believe in a whUeleng
th figure-head, and if you put it back aga n,
d ii me if don't saw i; off again.' Iu
cunsul.ation with the President, the ques
tion came up, what shall we do with this
man, and the old General sail, as there
din't appear to be any politcal motive in
the act, and the man had voluntarily sur.
rendered, and as his s:ory implicates the
officers of the Constitution w ho have
sworn before the investigating committee
ihrt the lights wereburnig and the watch
set, why we had better let the man go,
and hush it up. So ," said Gov, D.,
"when I left Washington, I threw the
head into my trunk and brought it home;
and that's ti.e history of the hffair of the
figure-head." Pittsburgh Despatch.
Uses of Gold and Silver. The Bank
ers Migazine has a citahli nrtic:e
the "Uses of Gold and Silver in the Ans "
I-t is computed that the amount of the pre
cious metals consumed in various ways,
is from 310,000,0110 to 9 iO.i O.I.OOO per
anuui. The quantities used in th.- man
ufacture of watch ca-s, pccil casi s,
plale, household materials, and in the arts,
is enormous. It is staled that for gilding
metals by the electrotype and Ihe water
gilding processes, and in thr staflordshirt
patterns, no less than 1 8,000 to 2;i,00(
oukces are annually required. In pans
H.OOO.OOO francs are used for manufact
uring purposes, Since the discovery of
gold iu California, it is estimated that
the increase, in its consumption has been
doubled. In the United States $10,000,
000 is estimated as converted in'o orna
mental jewelry.
Ik an oration at Williams College, Hon.
Edward Everett used the following Ian
guage : "I would rather occupy the
blackest nook of the mountain that tow r
above us, with a village school well kept
at the bottom of the hdl, than dwell i i a
paradise of fertility, if I must bring up
my children in bzy, pampered, self-suf-
ficient ignorance."
From the London Examiner.
Who is Mrs. Nightingale?
Many ask this question, and it has not
yet been adequately answered. We re
ply, then, Mrs. Nightingale is Miss
ftiihtinga'e, or rather Miss Florence
Nightingale, the youngest daughter and
presumptive co-heire-s of l er fatt er, Wil
liam Shore Nightingale, cfEmbleypark,
Hampshire, and the Lea Hurst Derby
shire. She is, moreover, a younj lady
of singul ir endowmen s, both natural
and acq ired. . In a know edge of the
ancient languages and of the higher
branches of n at ematics, in general art,
science, and literature, her attainments
ave xtraor fin ry. There is scarcely a
modern language w hich she does not un
derstand and she speaks French, German,
and Italian as fluently as her native Eng
lish. ' She has visited and s udied the
various nations of Euroje, and has as
cended the Nile to its remotest cataract.
Young (about the age of our Queen)
graceful, feminine, rich and popular, she
holds a singularly gentle and persuasive
influence over all with whom she comes
in contact. Her friends and acquain
tance are of all classes and persuasions,
but her happiest place is t home; in the
centre of a very large band of accom
plished relatives; and in simplest obedi
ence to her admit ing parents.
Why then should a being so highly
blessed with all that shonl t render life
bright, innocent, and to a considerable
extent usefi.l, forego such palpable and
heartfelt attractions ? Who quit all this
to become a nurse. .
From her infancy she has had a yearn
ing affection for the kind symp thy
with the weak, the oppressed, the desti
tute, the suffering, and the desolate.
The schools and the poor around Lea
H rst ami Emi ley first saw nd felt her
as a visitor, teacher, conseSovTVxpotm
der. Then she frequented a."d studied
the schools, hospitals, and reformatory
institu i ns of London, Edinburgh, and
the continent. .1 bree years ago, when
ad Euiope had a holiday t n and after
the Great Exhibition, when the highlands
ef Scotland, the lakes of Switzeiland, and
ajl the bfTght spots of the continent were
filled with parliesof pleasure, Miss Night-
ln.ale w as within the walls of one of the
German houses or hospitals for' the care
and reformation of tie lest and infirm.
For three i nn months she was in'dai
ly and nightly atbndanc, accumulat
ing expSenci. iff al the .duties and la
bors of female ministration. She then
returned to be once more the delight of
her own happy home. But the strung
tendency of her mind to look beyond its
own circle f r the relief of those who
nominally having all, practically have
but too frequently none to help them,
prevailed; and, therefore, when the hos
pital establi bed in London for sick gov
erness was about to full for want of prop
er management, she stepped forward and
con ented to be placed at its Lead.
Derbyshire and Hampshire were ex
changed for the narrow, rlreary estab
lishment in Harley street lo which she
devoted all her time and foitm e.
While her triendi mis.-ed her at assem
blies, lectures, concerts, txhibitions, and
all the entertainments for taste and intel
lect with which London in its season
abounds, she, whose power could have
best appieciated these, was sitting beside
the bed and soothing the last comp'aicts
of seme poor dying, homeless, queru
lous governess. The homclessness
might, not improbably, indeed result
from th.it very querulousness; but this is
too frequently ferm- nted, if not created
by the hard, unx flee ing folly which re
gards fellow creatures intrusted with
fo ming th'- minds and disposition of its
children ingenious, disagree. .b'e ma
chines, reeding, like the steam engine,
sustenancK and covering, but, like it,
qut- I eyond or beneath all sympathy,
passions, or affections. Miss Night ngale
.t oought otherwise, and found pleasure in
lending the poor, destiiue governess in
their infirmities, their sorrows, their
death or th ir recoveries. She was sl
dom seen out of the walls of the institu
tion, and the few friends whom she ad
mitted, found ber in the midst of nurses,
letters, prescriptions, accounts and inter
ruptions. Her le; 1th sunk under the
heavy pressure, but a little Hampshire
fresh air restored her, and t'.e fading in
stitu' ion was saved.
Me jd while, a cry of distress and for
additional comforts beyond those of mere
hospital treatment came home from the
East for our wounded brethren in arms.
There instantly aroe an enthusiastic de
sire to answer it. But inexperienced zeal
cou'd perform little, and a bevy of ill -or
ganized nurses might do more harm than
good. 1 here was a fear lest a noble im
pulse should fail fr the want of a head,
a hand, and a heart to direct it. It was
then that a field was opened for the wi
der exercise of Miss Nightingale's sym
pathies, ex, erience, and powers of com
maud and eontrol- But at what eost?
At the risk of her own life, at the pang
of separation from her friends and fami
ly, ii nd at the certainty of encountering
hardship, dangers, and the constantly
renewing scene of human suffering amid
all the worst horrors of war.
There are few who would not recoil
from such realities, but Miss Nightingale
shrank not, and at once accepted the re
quest that was made her to form and eon
tr 1 the entire nursing establishment for
oar sick and wounded soldiers and sailors
on the Lev nt. While we write, this
delicate, -ens tive, and highly endowed
young ladv is already at her post, ren-t
d ring the holiest of woman's charities
to the sick, and dying, and the conval
escent There is a heroism in dashing
up the heights of Alma in defiance of
death and all mortal opposition, and let
praise of honor be, as they are bestowed
upon it; but there is s quiet, forecasting
heroism and largeness of heart in this la
dy's resolute accumulation of the powers
of consolation, and her devoted applica
tion of them, which rank as high, and
are at least as pure. A cage few will no
doubt condemn, sneer at or pity an en
thusiasm which to them seems eccentric,
or nt besi misplaced; but to the true heart
of the country it will speak home, and be
there felt, that there is not one of Eng
land's proudest and purest daughters
who at this moment stands on so high a
pinnacle as Florence Nightingale.
A Fk&kful Advxntur. Last Sat
urday a thrilling incident occurred at pat
terson's Falls, in Sparta, about five miles
north of this village. A little boy, only
four years old, son of Mr. R. I. Patter
son left the house of bis parents about 2
6 clock, and w indered to the head of the
falls, half a mile distant.
Not returninsi at five o'clock a search
waa ade in the direction ot the f Us, whenl
a once the worst fears of his parents were
realised. He had gone over the brink of
the frtght'ul precipice, a- his track in the
snow gave evidence, which covered the
mor abrutjutsof befalls. In the distance
below a dark speak was 11 that could
be seen, and nofung could be heard ex
cept the sepukhar roar of the water.
After con-iderable dfficulty, the descent
of the falls was effected. Thedaik speck
proved .to bi the hole produced by the
fall, from wliit-h he was he was thrown
into the scow, about three hundred yards
lo the left He had fallen 100 feet, a-d
finding he could not retrace bi steps, he
r nturedfa ther passing over th ee oth
er ;alls, les- danger us, where he- wis
found nearly frozen. Ace rding to the
boys uccount he th n lei? sick. He was
immediately taken to the house, an ' soon
revived. What is parti ul irly prov'deu
tial is thefact that he received no other in
jury than a slight bruise upon his head,
und the col I w: ich he suffered wht'e
in h s dismal abode. He honored us with
a visit yest rday.and we fou' d him a pat
tern ot a boy wur h 1 oking at. DanrUle
(A' Y,l emxral.
The new liquor law of Michigan is a
sharp one. It is to t ke effect in May
nex', and prohibits the manuf icture as
well as tbe sal- of sp ri uous liquors as a
beverage. Fines and imprisonments are
the penalties for violation of the law.
Intoxicated persons to be used as witnes
ses, ane if they refuse to disclose where
they obtained 1 quor, to be punished f r
contempt of. court. Liquor to be seized
and destroyed. Cider and wine may be
manufactured, but not sold in small
quantities to be drank on the premises.
All fines to be applied to the support of
the poor.
Twenty Years Married and jcst bs
ou.n to Live. A woman in Connecticut,
whose husband has been ret la m. d from
drunkeness, through the insirumenia li y
of the Maine Law, sa'd to a physician, a
short time since, "1 have been raair:ed
twenty years, but it st t ms us if my hus
band and I had just beg h to live togeth
er. Talk ab ut h .rd ira s! I never had
such easy tiu.es! Tea, sugar, flour in
abun lane two- pigs in the b rrel. and
twenty -five dollars due my huso ndw en
hf- has finished a job of work. Formerly,
when he had butch -red his rk, he co'd
do notli m but drink and carouse the
remainder of the day This year, he got
up his team and brought home a load of
wood!" Is it strange that that woman
bel v ved in the virtue of the Maine L .w?
Boston Telegraph.
A Noble Bor. A bowas once ten pt
ed by some of his companions to pluck
ripe cherries from a tree which his father
had forbiddtn him to touch.
"You need not be afraid-,' said one of
his companion: "for if your father shoul I
find oat that you had them, he is so kind
that he w ould n t hurl ou.
"That is the very ie ison,'rep'ied the
boy, "why I should not touch tttem. It
is tue, my father would not hurt me;
je; my di-ocdience would hurt my fa
ther, and th t woul l b - worse th a an
thing else.'
For the Farmer.
CARE OF CATTLE IN WINTER.
j
1
E. M. Crippen, of Col J water, Mich., io
a private note to us dated the 8th ult,
says of Devon herd: "My cows have be
gun to come in. I have oms heifer and
two bull calves already. I have never
had a sick animal in my herd. Every
two weeks I give each one a pail of bran
or meal mixed with salt, rosin and ashes. . '
I think if this course is steadily followed,
we should have no murrain, or any other
disease among cattle. I give them salt,
alone twice a week, either in water ou
their hay, or dry in their mangers." - .
This reminds us ef what Caseius .M.
Clay andotherEentuckianstolduslastfall. -They
asured us that ashes with salt, for
all kinds of stock was very beneficial. In
cattle it prevents murrain in hogs tbe
swelled or sore throat, and kidney worm .
in sheep the rot. It is a simple pre
ventive and should be used. Ohio Far- .
met.
IRVING'S RESIDENCE.
j
The house at "Sunnyside," in which ,
. Washinghton Irving resides, is one be , ,
built some three years ago. Jt is about
two and a half mile below Taxrytown, ,
directly on the site of the 'Van Tassel
House.' In fact the new structure includes
a portion of the old walla. Al an earlier
day it was called "Wolfert'a Roost"
Wolfert Acker being one of the Privy .
Counselors of the renowned Peter Stuy.
vesant. . -
' Afterward it came into the possession,
ot the Van Tassels. It was here -that
the quilting party and dance took place
so graphically described. i the Legends
of Sleepy Hollow. It was here that the .
unfotuoata , Jchabod "Crane . and Brora
Bones unequivocally met, both being, .,,
suitors for the band and heart of Kate. .
Van Tassel. Your, readers will, recall
the amusing incidents of that story, and .
p -eially the last appearance of Iobabod
Crane. .., ,.
A weather cock of miserable appear
. ance is perched on the gable of the main :
building- It was once the ornament of
the old State house of New York in the
olJ Dutch rule.
The house is surrounded by trees; some
wild and some planted by Irving. The
buildings are nearly covered with vine ..
a d creepers- The Trumpet Flower and
the Ivy Vine are the anost conspiciuous t
of them. , . y .. .. - ..
Ta- Ivy w hich grows unusually rank
has a p Ms-liar interest. It was brought
from. M Iroe Abbey, near Ahbotsford
Scotland, some 20 years ago. It wa
brought bv Mrs. Tenwick, an intimate ,
friend of Mr. Irving, and planted at Sun-
nyside" by her own fair hands.
This lady was a Miss Jean Jeffrey.
Her father was a minister, and it was of
this lovely girl then about 17, that Burns
wrote two beautiful stanzas, among th.
gems of his poetry. Detroit TrSmne. . -.,
Noblx Self-Dxtotion. A miller'a
do broke his chain ; the miller ordered
the ma d servant to tie hi n up again..
She was attacked and bitten by the dog.
On hearing her eries, the miller and his
people ran to her assistance. Step off.'
said she, shutting the yard door, 'the dog
is mad. I am already bitten, and must
chain him alone." ; Notwi balancing his- '
biting, she did not h-t him go, but chained -h
m up, and then retired to her chamber,
rnd with the noblest resignation, prepared
to die. Symptoms of the hydrophobia '.,
soon apperred, and she died in a few day a. -Thr-
dog was killed without doing further
mischief. Home JornaL ' .
CaRBOTS.-These vegetables are but
litt'e used except in soups ; yet they are :
very pa'atabb and healthy, containing-'
a-reat m not of nutriment. They should
b laced i b. iliug water and servod up
wtth me t d butter, pepper and salt.
To RkMOVB IHK FROM CoTTO AHD
Lines Dip the sp Ated part uf the lin
en in o melted tallow, wash out, and the
spot will sojn disappe r aui leave lh
tin n as white and pure as bef -re k was ;
so I d.
Staus Baeao, if not toi far gon, a
ra .ybe r nderelnear yaoKiasnewby ,
t-im; ly putting the to. f ia a cl ly cov
ered tin Tesiel, and exp-osing it fr n arly
an hoar to a heat not exceding boil -mg
water.
A WtsTxa Cam. Take ha'f a ea?
of butter, two of su jar, and one of tiiek
sour cream instead f eggs get it ready
for the oven in the" usual way th n prink
le and 8 ir in a tea-sp onfu of soda beka
it slow.
To Sew New ax Stiff Cloti Ea
6ilt. Pa a cake of wiite w p few :
times over it, and the needle will pen6
irate easily.
BuTrita. In ehnrning cream, dd ,
lar.jp of bn'ter to 1'h cr a n b-f cora
me ci g, an ' tho butter ill c ma iu two
thirds the timi it wool I wfthoot. '

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