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For the Chronicle.
Night steals on, but twilight lingers.
The dim shadows quiet lie.
And (he sunset clouds are floating
Dreamily across the sky.
And then floods of pale, sweet moonlight
Bathe the gentle sleeping flot'n,
While into my heart is stealing
Starlight dreams of childhood's hours.
Bright y now the dew-drops glitter.
And the beauteous spangles rest
On the rose, the azure hlueoell.
And the lily's snowy crest.
While fond Nature's tears are falling.
Shadows gather 'round my heart;
Yet my soai has naught of madness.
Though the tears unbidden start.
But sometimes when I am dreaming
Of our Fannie dear, who died
When the loug, bright days were gliding
Swift but St lent, down time's tide.
Then a shadow deep will wrap m.
And a moisture dim my eyes.
Though I know that one so holy
Must be happy in the skies.
Oft I fancy that, while gazing
Upward to the starry sky,
Fannie's face is on me smiling.
That she calls me from on high.
Sometimes when I grow world-weary
And my labors would resign.
She is near me with a blessing
And her spirit answers mine. .
Then is driven syray all sadness.
Then my soul forgets unrest.
Then I hear those angel whispers
Earth seems Hearen I am blest.
1 From the London Spectator.
SONG OF THE RAIN.
ho 1 the long slender spears, how they quirer and flash.
Where the clouds send their cavalry down;
Sank and file by the million the rain-lances cash
Over mountain and river and town :
' Thick the battle-drops fall but they drip not in blood;
The trophy to war is the green fresh bad:
Oh, the rain, the plentiful rain !
The pastures lie baked, and the furrow is bare.
The wells they yawn empty and dry ;
But a rushing of waters is heard in the air.
And a rainbow leaps out in the sty.
Hark ! the heavy drops pelting the ycamore leaves.
How they wash the wide pavement, and sweep from the
Oh, the rain, the plentiful rain !
See, the weaver thrown wMe his one swi nging pane.
The kind drops dance in on the floor ;
And his wife brings her flower-pots to drink the sweet
On the step by her half-open door
At the tune on the sky-light, far over his head.
Smiles their poor crippled lad on his hospital bed.
Oh, the rain, the plentiful rain !
And away, far from men, where the high mountains
The little green mosses rejoice.
And the bud beaded heather nods to the shower.
And the hill-torrents lift up their voice :
And the pools in the hollows mimic the fight
Of the rain, as their thousand points dart up In light :
Oh, the rain, the .plentiful rain ;
And deep in the fir-wood below, near the plain,
A single thrush pipes full and sweet ;
How days of clear shining will come after rain.
Waving meadows, and thick-growing wheat:
So the voice of Hope sings, at the heart of our fears.
Of the harvest that springs from a great nation a tear :
Oh, the rain, the plentiful rain 1
. Napoleon was conversing with Jose
'phine, when one of his officers enteied
and announced a young woman from
"What is her busines with me ?"
"Some petition," answered De Mer
ville, the officer.
" Show ber into our presence," said
The officer soon re-appeared with a
lady leaning upon his arm, whose face,
as much as could be scanned through
the thick folds of a veil, was very beau
tiful She trembled as she approached the
"Madamoiselle," whispered her guide
lundly, pressing her hand, " take cour
age, but answer promptly whatever the
Emperor proposes, he detests hesitation."
Then ushering her in!o the spacious
apartment, he bowed and retired.
The trembling girl, on seeing Napole
on, on whom her fondest hopes depend
ed, forgot herself and her timidity she
thought only of another. Throwing her
self at the feet of Napoleon, she exclaim
ed, in a voice choked with emotion:
"Mercy, sire 1 I sue for mercy and par
don." She could articulate no more.
Josephine stepped from behind her
partial concealment, and then approach
ing the ground, contributed more by
her sympathizing words of encourage
ment, to restore the courage of the young
petitioner, than even the Emperor, by
the graciousnes of his manner, as he bid
"Your petition, mademoiselle," said
Honiiette Almond (for that was her
name) looked imploringly at the Empe
ror, and exclaimed "Ah, sire, I ask
pardon for Louis Delamarre, who is con
demned to be shot on to-morrow 1 Oh !
,ir, grant Jbim your royal pardon !"
A. cloud gathered on the brow of Na
1 oleon, as he interrupted her with "A
deserter, mademoiselle, be has twice de
serted. No he must be made an ex
ample for the rest of tlij; regiment I"
"The cause of the dGrtion," cried
Henriette in agony ; "he was compelled
to join the army agrinst his will."
"What was the cause of his desertion?"
"To weeks since," answered Henri
ette, "he received news that an only rer
maining parent, a mother, sir, was on
her death-bed, and longed, day and
night, to behold her sou again. Louis
knew that relief or release from his post
was impossible. His mind was filled with
one thought that she might close her
eyes forever, ere ihey rested on a son she
lo.'ed so fondly."
"Did she die ?" asked the Empress,
" No, madame," replied Henriette,
"she at last recovered. But hardly had
Louis received her blessing, been folded
in her arms, ere he was toi n from ber
grasp by the officers of justice and drag
ged hither. O ! must he die ? Mercy,
sir, I beseech you."
"Mademoiselle," said Napoleon, ap
parently softened, "this was the second
offence ; name the first ; you omitted
"It was " said Henriette, hesitating
and coloring, "It was that he heard I
vas to marry Conrad Ferant, whom I
detest as he does," answered Henriette,
"Are you his sister, that lie feels so
great an interest in your fate ?" asked
I he Emperor.
"O. sire," cried Henriette, "consider
the anguish of his widowed mother, and
recollect that the aflection of ber son for
her is the cause of his death. What,"
she continued "can I do to save him ?"
and the poor girl, forgetting the presence
of royalty, burst into (ears. The kind
hearted Josephine glanced at the Empe
ror, with eyes expressive of pity and
sympathy. She noticed the workings
of his face, and felt at once it was very
uncertain whether Louis Delamarre was
to be shot the next morning.
'Napoleon approached the weeping
girl. She hastily looked up and dried
" Mademoiselle," 6aid he, " would
you give your life for his ? Would you
die, could Louis Delamarre be restored
to life, liberty and his mother ?"
Henriette started back, deadly pale,
looked fixedly at the Emperor, for a mo
ment, then turning away, she buried her
face in her hands.
After a silence of some minutes, Hen
riette looked up, an air of fixed determi
nation rested upon her face. "I am
willing," she said, in a very low voice.
Napoleon looked at her in surprise, as if
he had not anticipated so ready an an
swer to his proposal. " I will see you
again," said he ; "in the meantime, ac
cept such apartments for your accom
modation as I shall direct."
As soon as the door closed upon the
fair petitioner. Napoleon walked to the
window against which Josephine was
leaning, and said "I see how it is ;
Louis Delamarre is the lover of this girl."
"True to woman's nature, she has
braved difficulty and danger to beg for
" How strong must be this love she
bears for him," said the Empress.
"Ah !" returned he, "I have a mind
to subject the same to a severe test.
Much I doubt whether she will give her
life for him. Nevertheless, I will see."
"Sure," cried Joseph'ne, you are not
serious. Louis certainly can be paidon
ed without the death of Henriette."
Napoleon drew her nearer the window,
Henriette stood alone in a magnificent
apartment. Hours passed unobserved,
so intensely was she absorbed in reverie;
a small folded paper was grasped tight
ly in her small hand. On it were traced
these words : "A deserter is condemned
by the 1 -ws of the army to suffer death.
If you wish Delamarre restored to liber
ty, the means are in your power. Ere
day dawns he may be on his way to
join his mother, whom, he so much
"Ah!" murmurred Henriette, "do
not I love him too ? " Pressing her
hands upon her heart as if to still its tu
multuous beating, she paced the apart
ment. Merville entered. He paused
ere he articulated "Madamoiselle."
" I am ready," replied Henriette ;
"my decision is made."
De Merville appeared to comprehend
the import of her words. He looked
upen her in reveience as well as admi
ration, as she stood with the high resolve
imptessed upon her beautiful brow.
"Follow me. Mademoiselle," said he.
They traversed long corridors and nu
merous suits of superb apartments, and
descending a . long stair case, quickly
reached an outer court communicating
with the guard-house. Entering this,
Henriette was ushered by her guide into
as mall apartment, where she was soon left,
On a chair was flung a uniform of
the regiment to which Louis belonged.
On the table lay a large plumed cap.
Henriette comprehended all in a moment.
Quickly habiting herself in the uniform,
she stood before the mirror, and gather
ing up her beautiful brown tresses in a
knot, placed the cap upon her head.
She almost uttered a cry of joy at tho
transformation. She knew that the was
to be led to the fatal ground at the morn-"
ing's dawn. The bullet was cast which
would have struck Louis to the heart,
but she shrank not back. Love triumph
ed over the timid woman's nature.
"Louis's mother will bless me in her
heart," she whis-pered. "Louis will nev
er forget me. Ah, often has he sworn
that he 1 jved me better than all things
beside." Drawing a lock of raven hair
from her bosom, she pressed it to her
lips, and she then breathed a prayer to
Morning dawned. The sound of foot
men aroused Henriette. She (started
grasped the band of hair, awaiting the
summons. The door opened, and two
soldiers entered, repeating the name of
Louis Delamarre ; they suddenly led her
forth to die. The soldiers, whose bul
lets were to pierce the heart of Louis,
had taken their stand, and only waited
the word of command from the Empe
ror, who -was stationed at the window
commanding a view of the whole scene.
"Oh," cried Josephine, who stood by
him, but concealed by the window dra
pery from the view of those below,
"Oh, sire, I can not endure it any lon
ger, it seems too much like a dreadful
reality. Mark the devoted girl. No
shrinking back. See, she seems calmly
waiting the fatal moment."
"Stop," cried the Emperor, from the
window, "Louis Delamarre is pardoned,
I revoke his sentence."
L A loud burst of applause from the lips
of the soldiers followed this announce
ment. Not one of them but loved and
lespected their comrade. The next mo
ment, ere they could pi ess around the
supposed culprit, Louis De Merville had
eagerly drawn (he bewildered Henriette
through the crowd, back tothe cell from
which the had emerged but a few mo
"Resume your dress again, Mademoi
selle," hurriedly whispered he. " Lose
no time. The Emperor wishes to see
you. I will return soon. '
Henriette was like one in a dream,
but a gleam of delicious hope thrilled
her soul ; she felt the dawning of happi
ness break upon her heart. Soon again
resuming her pretty rustic habiliments,
De Merville reappeared, and once again
she trod the audience room of the Em
peror. Lifting her eyes from the ground
as the lofty door swung open, she be
held Louis. An exclamation of joy
burst from the lips of both, a, regardless
or others, they rushed into each other's
Napoleon stepped forward. "Louis
Delamarre," said he, "you have just
heard from my lips the tal.i of this love
ly girl's devotion and courage. Do you
love her as she deserves ?"
"I could die for her," answered Louis,
" Well, well," cried the Emperor,
"this severe test of one will suffice. So
dutiful a son, so faithful a lover, will
doubtless make the best of husbands.
You, Lieutenant Liuis Delamarre, are
discharged from your regiment. Return
to your native valley, with Henriette as
"Here " said the benevolent Jose
phine, emerging from the recessed win
dow, "there are one hundred louis-d'ors
as the marriage dowry of Heniiette."
A charming blush suffused the cheek
of the beautiful gill, as she received the
purse from the hand of the Empress.
" Long live Napoleon." exclaimed
Louis, as with a heart too full of grate,
ful emotion for further utterance, he
took the hand of Henriette, and making
a graceful obeisance, quitted the apartment.
The Star Gazers. Venus can now
be seen at about noon, with the naked
eye, if the atmosphere is very clear.
She will be on the meridian at about 2
o'clock, P. M., at a point four degrees
south of the equinoctial line. She reaches
her greatest brilliancy on the 25ih inst.
Jupiter is now the roost conspicuous glory
of night. He passes (he meridian a few
minutes after midnight, running in a de
clination of 13 degrees south. Saturn is
visible in the latter portion of the night,
rising at about one o'clock in the high
northern declination of 22 degrees. Mars
gets up just before daylight, and is con
sequently invisible. Those whose eyes
or glasses arc good enough, may peep
at Herschel .very early in the morning, as
ho rises about midnight away in the
northeast, his declination being about 18
d. grees nor h.
Hesrt Ward Beeoher says: "Diess
don't make the man, but when a man is
made, he looks a great deal better dress
From the Clarksville Tobacco Plant.
Our readers will remember that some
time since we stated that it was very
usual for ladies to institute suits fur
breach of marriage promise, but that no
instance of such a suit, in which the
gentleman was the plaintiff, had fallen
within the range of our observation or
reading. The following facts may lead
to such a denouement :
'Squire John Bradsher, of Person
county, North Carolina, had been a wid
ower for only a few months. After the
loss of his paitner he felt sadly oppres
sed with the unwonted loneliness of his
situation, and naturally fell into the
habit of visiting a Miss Franky Lea, of
the neighbornood, by way of dispelling
It is gloom. It is not in human nature
for two persons of opposite sexes, with
warm impulses and throbbing hearts, to
associate constantly and intimately, with
out becoming strongly attached, one to
the other. The thought at first, per
haps entered the brain of neither. But
Miss Franky, as is the saying, had the
quill3. Twelve thousand was her dow
ry. This, with other attractions, (for,
mind you, she was only fifty-seven,)
operated like magic upon the ardent na
ture of the 'Squ'ue, who, though in his
seventieth year, was rejuvenized by the
inspiration of Miss Franky's smile. He,
therefore, tound no difficulty in making
up his mind to marry her if he could.
He proposed she accepted. The morn
ing of Saturday, the 14th July, just
passed, at 8 o'clock, was fixed upon for
the marriage. The 'Squire procured hi
license, paid an extra price for it, in
view of the expected accession to his
wealth ; employed a parson, rigged him
self off in a suit of black, and made ev
ery other imaginable preliminary ar
rangerient for the ceremony which was
to consummate his bliss.
The daughteis of Mr. Samuel John
son, another widower of the neighbor
hood, were invited to the wedding.
Johnson was only 57 Miss Franky's
Lage exactly. They had been children
together ; and while th- y were both
quite young they had loved. He was
not satisfied that she and the 'Squire
should many. On Friday evening, the
day before the expected wedding, seeing
a neighbor passing his house, he hailed
him. The neighbor found . Johnson
very much excited mil disturbed. John
ton stated to him that he could not bear
the thought of Miss Franky's marrying
'Squire Bradsher, and that he wanted
him to go to Miss Franky at once and
say to her for him that if she preferred
marrying him to 'Squira Bradsher, she
could do so. The neighbor insisted on
his writing to her a letter to this effect,
offering to deliver it.
"No," says he, "I am entirely too
nervous to hold a pen. You must go
and deliver the message."
Finally he consented, and repaired to
Miss Franky's residence, charged with
this message of love. Miss Cranky, in
reply, authorized him to say to Mr,
Johnson, that if he would get ready to
marry her at sunrbe, the next morning,
she would marry him.
It was then late in the afternoon.
Having no time to spare, he put o'X un
der whip and spur to Roxborough, the
county seat, for his license, and at the
same moment started off a servant to
fjeasburg for a parson. The servant
took care not to inform the minister what
it was his master wanted with him, but
only said that his services were impera
tively required at sunrise the next morn
Mr. Johnson, tlie minister who had
been engaged to officiate, and the friend
who had borne the messages of love be
tween Miss Franky and the bridegroom,
were at their post at the appointed hour,
The marriage rites were performed, and
Miss Franky Lea became Mrs. Franky
An nour afierwards 'Squire Bradsher
and his retinue were to come. Accoid
ingly the bride hastily addressed a note
to the 'Squire infoiming him that she
was no longer Miss Franky Lea, but
Mrs. Franky Johnson and that he need
not trouble himself any further about her
Tho Hstonished yet incredulous 'Squire
could not believe the note authentic, but
regarded it as a hoax, attempted to be
practised upon him by some of the wild
young men of his neighborhood. To set
tle the matter, he hastened over to see
his inamorita. Arrived in her presence,
he presented the note to her and in
quired if she wrote it. She replied in
the affirmative. Incensed at her faith
lessness, he indulgeJ (who that is mortal
would not ?) iu bitter complaints of her
ill treatment. (Johnson meantime in the
(next room, - reclining on a sofa, cosily
smoking his pipe, and listening, with
more of merriment than resentment, at
the imprecations heaped upon his bride.
Indeed, having foiled hi. competitor
while in the very act of plucking the
fruit for which he so much yearned, he
could well afford to endure the pain of a
few bitter reproaches.)
After a free ebullition of his indigna
tion, the 'Squire retired, resolved, as our
informant tells us, upon a resort to the
law to staum h his heart wounds, and
heal, as far as possible, his bruised and
Having derived these facts from un
doubted authority, they may be regard
ed as true to the letter.
From the London Morning Chronicle.
SHOCKING TERMINATION OF A
MARRIAGE IN FRANCE.
A frightful case of hydrophobia is des
cribed in tho Lyons Journals, which, if
the facts are correctly stated, would go
to prove that the fatal malady would re
main in the system as long as lour years
without development. A young farmer
named Peyron, about twenty-five years
of age, in the department of the Rhine,
was married a few weeks ago, to a neigh
bor's daughter. The young conple had
been long attached to each other ; but
the parents of the bride had refused their
consent on account of the strangeness of
conduct occasionally observed in the
young man, who otherwise was n most
we.siiable match, his parents being com
paratively well off, and the son himself
generally of exemplary conduct.
- His passion for the girl became at
length so violent that he could not exist
without her, and his mother, fearing from
his manner that he meditated suicide,
went to the parents of the young woman,
and, after some entreaty, prevailed up
on them to agree to the match. Young
Peyron at once recovered his spirits,
the young woman was delighted, and the
marriage was celebrated with all the rus
tic pomp and ceremony common in that
part of the Provinces, ci ncluding with a
grand dinner and the inevitable ball.
The gaieties were kept up until daylight,
when the company separated. The new
married couple were lodged in one
wing of the farm house, separate from
the main building ; but, in a short time
after they had retired, cries were heard
in the nuptiid chamber. At first they
were unnoticed ; but at length they in
creased to feaiful shrieks, and the father
and mother, alarmed, hastened to the
room, followed by the farm servants.
The cries were by the time they arri
ved changed to scarcely audible groans
from the poor girl ; and on breaking
open the door she was found in the ag
onies of death her bosom torn open and
lacerated in the most horrible manner,
xnd the wretched husband in a fit of ra
ving madness and covered with blood,
having actually devout ed a portion of tho
unfortunate girl's breast. A cry of hor
ror burst forth from all present, and he
was dragged from the room after a most
violent resistance, it taking no less than
six men (o hold him down. Aid was
instantly sent for, and before the doctor
could reach the spot, the unhappy victim
was no more.
Young Peyron was put under treat
ment, and a straight waiscoat was order
ed to be put upon him, but his struggles
and screams were such that the doctor,
apprehensive that he should expire in the
assistant's hands, ordered them to desist.
The unfortunate man had by this time
became so weak that he was easily con
veyed to bed, and died at four o'clock in
the afternoon of the same day, without
having for one moment recovered his
consciousness. It was then recollected,
in answer to searching questions by a
physician, that somewhere about five
years previously, he had been bitten by a
strange dog, and taken the usual precau
tions against hydrophobia.
But, although the dog was killed, it
had never been satisfactorily shown that
it wjis really mad ; and no ill consequen
ces lesuliing from the bite, his friends
concluded that it would come to nothing,
and the incident had been altogether for
gotten. It was considered by the doc
toi that the circumstances preceding the
marriage and the excitement of the occa
sion itself had aroused Jie latent virus,
which had so long lain dormant, in the
blood, and led to the terrible outbreak
of frenzy which had ended so tragically.
An Irish Wioder. Last week some
medical officers were called upon to ex
amine the condition of some Irish inhab
itants, situated at the bottom of Wes'gate
Leeds. One of the medical men asked
the mistress of these houses :
"Why don't you keep it cleaner ?"
The reply made by the woman was that
she was a poor widow and couldn't afford
"How long have you been a widow?"
asked the doctor.
"Sure enough, your honor, for three
"Of what complaint did your husband
die'?'' asked the man of physic.
"Och, he nevei died at all; he's run
away wid another woman."
H whose soul does not sing, need no.
try to do it with his tin oat.
BY HORACE MANN.
It is pleasure a to look upon this scene
when the room is filled, the apparatus
in full use, and gymnasts passing round
one piece of the apparatus to another, to
ive the requisite variety to their exer
cises, and to allow each different part of
the body to take its turn. It is not the
vigor, the agility, or the quickness ; it is
not the length of the leap, nor the height
of the vaulting, which alone delights us
in contemplating this scene. To a ie
flecting mind there is a deeper pleasure
than could be derived from beholding
any mere exhibition of strength, though
itshould equal Sampson's, or of fleetness,
though it should emulate that of Mercury.
We know that every leap and spring aid-
in renewing the subsistence of the body,
and therefore in giving greater hilarity
to the spirits, and superior vigor to the in
tellect. Every motion helps to construct
a fortMcation against disease, and to ren
der the body more impregnable against
its attacks. It requires indeed no very
strong imagination to see the horrid forms
of the diseases themselves, as they are
exercised and driven from the bodies,
which were once their victims, and are
compelled to seek some new tenement.
Those prodigious leaps over the vaulting
horse, how they kick hereditary gout out
of the toes ! Those swift somersets, with
their quick and deep breathings, are
ejecting bronchitis, asthma, and phthisic
from the throat and lung's. On yonder
pendant rope, consumption is hung up
like a malefactor, as it is. Legions of
devils are impaled on those parallel bars.
Dyspepsia lost hold of its victim when he
mounted the flying horse, and has never
since been able to regain her accursed
throne, and live by gnawing the vitals
There goes a flock of nervous distempers,
headaches and tic douloureux and St.
Anthony's fire ; there they fly out of the
window, seeking some stall fed alderman,
or fat millionaire, or aristocratic old la'
dy. Rheumatisms and cramps and
spasms si. coiled up and chattering in
(he corners of the room, like Satanic
imps, as t'.ey are : the strong muscles
of the athletic having shaken them off,
as the lion shakes the dew drops fjom his
mane. Jaundice flies away to yellow the
cheeks and blear the eyes -of my fair
young lady, reclining on ottomans in her
parlor. The balancing pole shakes lum
bago out of the back, and kinks out of
the femoral muscles, and stitches out of
the side. Pleurisy and apoplexy and
fever and paralysis and death hover
round ; they look into the windows of
this hall, but, finding brain end lungs
and heart defiant of their power, they go
away in quest of some lazy cit, some guz
zling drone, or some bloated epicure al
his late supper, to fasten their fatal fangs
upon them. In the meantime the rose
blooms again on the pale cheek of the
gymnast : his shriveled skin is filled out,
and his non elastic muscles and bones
rejoice anew in the vigor and buoyancy
of youth. A place like this ought to be
named the Palace of Health.
A New York correspondent of the
Congregationalist writes : Dr. H. who
is pastor of an orthodox church, has been
for some time annoyed by the forward
ness of a lay brother to " speak" when
an opportunity was offered to the fre
quent exclusion of those whose remarks
had a greater tendency to edification.
This had been carried so far that when
ever he stated that " an opportunity
would be offered for any brother to offer
an exhortation," had always a secret
dread of the loquacious member. On
one special occasion, the latter prefaced
a prosy, incoherent harangue, with an
account of a previous controversy he had
been carrying on with the great adver
sary. " My friends, the devil and I
have been fighting for the last 90 min
utes ; he told me not to speak to night,
but I determined I would ; he said that
some of the rest could speak better than
I, but I still felt that I could not keep si
lent ; he even whispered that I had spo
ken too often, and that nobody wanted
to hear me, but I was not to be put
down that way, but now that I have the
victory, I must tell you all that is in my
heart." Then followed the tedious ha
rangue aforesaid. As they were coming
cut of the session loom, the good pastor
inclined his head so that his mouth ap
proached the ear of the militant mem
ber, and whispered " Brother M, I
think the devil was right " .
Thk Latest Style of E'ants. A new
fashion for pantaloons is about to be in
troduced. They are to be made so
small and tight, that the wearer's legs
must be melted and run in, that being
he only way to get 'em on.
Never take a paper more than, ten
years without paying tin; printer, or at
least sending him a lock of your hair to
let him know that you are about.
TRICK BY AN U. G. R. OPERATOR.
One cannot help smiling at a trick
played off a few days since by one of the
operators on the Underground Railroad
upon a law-abiding and worthy citizen.
who is conscientiously opposed to the
Anti-Slavery organization, and who is
largely interested in the Southern trade.
The merchant was o te morning pass
ing the house of the Conductor on the
Underground Railroad, and addressed
"Good morning, Mr. . How do
you do this morning ?"
"Not very well," was the reply.
"Been outstealingnegroes, last night,"
suggested the merchant.
"Oh no," was the rejoinder ; "we
don't need to steal them. We have more
coming through who wish aid in reach
ing Canada, than we have means to give,
and don't need to go into slave States to
steal them. Would you like to see one
"Where do you keep them in your
No, in my back room; come in and see
The merchant hesitated, but finally
stepped towards the door of the room in
dicated. Just as his hand touched the
door knob, the underground operator
tapped him on the shoulder, and said
"Everybody what sees him pays a dol
lar for the sight, will you ?" The mer
chant hesitated, and the other resumed,
"He needs money, and I guess you will?"
at the same time pushing into the room
the merchant, who found there a stout
black fellow to whom he was introduced.
"He can tell you all about his adven
tures in gettingaway," said underground,
and thea turning to the black he prompt
ed him, and at once ebony began.
He told who his master was, and his
residence, and why ho (the slave) had
started for Canada. .
He gave a glowing description, "a la
Uncle Tom," of his hair-breadth es
capes and thrilling adventures from the
time he left his old home until he got
into the little back room where the mer
chant found him. The story was inter
esting, and was listened to with deep at
tention. When it was ended the mer
chant got up to leave, not exactly cer
tain, in his own mind, whether or not it
was his own duty to give information to
the officers and have ebony restored to
The underground operator informed
hire that now he had heard the story
and should pay the dollar, and not wish
ing to be considered mean, the merchant
handed it over and left the room.
Just as he got outside the house, the
underground operator, winking know
ingly at him, remarked, "Now go and
tell this will you?"
"Why not ?" said the merchant.
"Simply because you have laid your
self liable to heavy penalties, imprison
ment and fine, for aiding one whom you
kuew to be a fugitive slave."
"But you are the aider," said the
"You did not see me give him any
thing, but after he told you who his
master was, and that he was a runaway
slave, I saw you give him a dollar."
The merchant saw that he was caught,
and keeping his mouth closed for some
days about his donation, he determined
never again to meddle with U. G. R. R.
operators, as those who touch pitch are
very likely to be defiled thereby. Cin.
A dispute arose between three noble
men, one Irish, one Scotch, and the other
English, as to the respective traits of (heir
respective countrymen. A wager was
laid, the Irish were the wittiest, the
Scotch most cunning, and the English
most frank. They agreed to walk out
in the streets of London, and the first o.ie
of either nation met, s'aou'd be inquired
of as to what h; would take, and stand
watch all night in the tower of St. Paul's
church; pretty soon a John Bull came
along, and was accosted thus :
" What will you take, and stand all
ui"ht in the tower of St. Paul's ?"
"I shouldn't want to do it short of a
guinea, frankly answered Mr. Bull.
The next one accosted was a Scotch
man ; Sandy replied with his cunning,
"And what wiil you give me ?"
Last, but not least, Patrick was inquir
ed of as to what he would take, and
stand all night in Sl Paul's tower. To
which Pat wittily answered :
"An sure, an' I think I should take
a devil of a cold ?" The wager was
"Ah!" said a mischievous wag to a
lady acquaintance of an aristocratic caste,
"1 perceive yuu have been learning a
trade." "Learning a trade," replied the
lady indignantly, "you are very much
mistaken." "Oh, I tho't by the looks
of your cheeks you had turned painter'
TICKING TOO SOON.
I heard a story, of Sir Charles Napier
which, as " infernal machines" engage
puplic attention just now, is not mala
propos. When we were trying to take
Boulogne in the last war, Sir Charles
was a middy. A boat was sent from the
ship in which he served to affix one of the
" mfernals" then newly invented to the
side of a French Tessel, and this boat
was commanded by young Napier. A
dark night was of course selected, and
the boat duly pulled to the ship which.
had been pointed out as the intended
victim. The gallant adventurers got
close under her, and were screwing on
the fatal invention which was to blow her
side in and send her to the botiom, when
they were hailed in the plainest English,
and with sundry adjurations, for an ex
planation of " what they were doing
there," and they discovered that they
had mistaken their course, and were
making earnest preparations for annihila
ting one of His Majesty's own ships. Af
ter this lucky escape they made another
attempt Now, these "infernals" were
worked by clock-work, which were
wound up and set going, and after a cer
tain regulated time fired the fuse. The
terrible machine was put into the boat,
snd the party struck off for the French
vessel. In midcourse one of the sailors
addressed Mr. Napier : "Sir, your hon
or, the beggar ticks." "Eh, what's
that ?" replied the young commander.
"Beggar ticks, sir, said Jack, pulling
away with the utmost composure. : Na
pier rushed from his seat and listened,
and found that by some means the
clock-work had been set going, and that
it might be only five minutes or five sec
onds before the whole party, boat and
all, went to pieces. So the machine was
incontinently pitched overboard, and I
believe the attempt was not renewed.-
Correspondenc London Xevi.
STOCK IN HEAVEN.
A few years ago a poor emingrat fell
from a steamboat on the Ohio rier and
was drowned, leaving a wife and one or
two small children, who were on board,
in destitute and distressing circumstances.
On coming into port, the ease was spo
ken of among a number of the M liver
men" on the wharf, when one of them
with characteristic bluntness observed,
"Come, Boys, let's take a little stock in
heaven," at the same time taking from
his pocket a couple of dollars as a part
of the contribution for the benefit of the
widow. His example was followed by
others, and a handsome present was the
result of this impromptu exhoration.
Can we hope that like the alms of Cor
nelius, this act came up as a "memorial
before God?" It is a glorious truth,
whether our generous friend of the steam -boat
understood it or not, that we are
privileged to take stork in heaven.
"Lay up yourselves treasures inheavea,"
said Christ ' The poor widow who threw
in t wo mites became a large stock-holder
in heaven, and her certificate is recorded
there and here. Come, let us take up
st ck in heaven. - .
Too Correct. The Nantucket Inqui
rer tells us the following anecdote, illus
trating the difficulty of speaking the
English language correctly:
A foieigner, sometime since a resident
here, remarked one day to a young lady,
in speaking of the cold weather, that he
was up-froze. She corrected him, saying
that froze-up was more proper. Soon
after, on the road to Stasconset, the car
riage in which he was, got upset. On his
return he informed the same lady that he
had been set-up in some sections that
expression would signify that he had im
bibed liquor too free'y. ' ;
'Shu has no mother." What a vol
ume of sorrowful truth is comprised in
that single utterance no mother! Deal -gently
with the child. Let not the cup of
ber sorrow be overflowed by the harshness
of your bearing or unsympathizing cold-. '
ness. Is she heedless in her doings
forgetful of her duty? Is she careless in '
her movements? Remember, Oh, re
member, she has no mother.
A Temperance lecturer descanting on
the essential and purifying qualities of
cold water, remarked, as a knock-down
argument that "when th world became
so corrupt that the Lord could do noth
ing elso with it, he was obliged to give it
a thorough sousing in cold water."
"Yes," replied a wag, "but it killed eT-
ery uarnea critter on ine lace ot u rn
"I see," said a young lady, "that
some booksellers advertise blank decla
rations for sale ; I wish I could get
some." " Why," asked her mother.
"Mr. G. is too modest to modest to ask
me to marry him, and if I could fills
blank declaration with (he question, per
haps he would sign it !'
Punch says poverty must be a woman
:t is so fond of pinching.