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STEUBENVILLE, OHIO, TUESDAY, MAY 8, 1855.
VOLUME I. NUMBEU;18.
For tlie True American.
Whr It beauty T what Is beauty !
Of which men and angels sing?
1 a it a real material thing?
Or but a shadow, that shall vanish
A tha sunlight leaves the sliy,
Boon to glitter and to die:
la tho soul of love and duty,
There is beauty, that is beauty.
Where is beauty! what is beauty?
la tha forrn'.that glidesjbefure,
Radient with joyous feeling,
Does its consciousness come o'er us,
A the day on darkness stealing?
la it in that cya ofjblue?
' Is it io that cheek's warm hue?
la it in that glossy hair?
On that brow so sweet and fair?
Or Is it only fnney's seeming?
No, the soul within them beaming,
That shows a fitness for our duty
Thar is beauty, that U beauty.
For when dosed those silken lashes;
When that form is dust and ashes;
When tha light nf life has perish'd,
How we shrink from what we chcrish'd!
On those lips where love sat smiling;
On those cheeks of deep carnation;
On those eyea where thought sat whiling
Hours away in meditation ;
Timehas blown its bitter breath,
And beauty flies away from death.
Where s beauty? what is beauty?
In the world around about us,
In the things that lie without us,
There 'tis found in adaptation,
That links together all creation,
If the flowers of the field,
Would, unpltasing perfumes yield;
If their colors e'er so bright,
Did not suit the human sight,
I f the fruit trees onl y bore
A strange unpalatable store;
If our day ahould change to night,
If the winter's frowning face
6hould usurp the Bummer's place,
If the mountain tops should fall
And fill the plain nd valMes nil;
If the winds should fail to blow;
If the birds should not rejoice
(Musio is but beanty's voice,) ,
If our wrld should lose its place
"And wander through the void uf space;
Where, 0 whore would beauty be?
8urely not, 0 earth! in thee.
The world was made for use, and beauty
Is but the form of usefulness;
All things are beautiful by duty.
Then Glennio murmured "Is it day
break?. One beam of love's sunshine sure-
-the first" bat 'alio paused as a picture
rose up of Lionel Grey.
As Lena and Helen walked to the office,
"How wo read her If she was anything
she would have been self-possessed. She
is not used to society. She is embarrass
ed, and shabbily dressed, besides."
"But sho is very beautiful and lovable for
all that, Lena!" said Helen,.
"As for beauty," said Lena, "she is pas
sable; but bow awkward she is; I wonder
if sho stops at the Clinton's."
"They wore speaking about her last
night," replied Helen, "and ho said sho
had engaged rooms at Mrs. Shorey's.
"What did Harry say about her?" asked
"Oh, he was in raptures. I think he
has lost bis hcrrt entirely. Ho calls her
the most beautiful woman he ever met
with!" was the reply.
Lena bit her lips to conceal her chagrin,
and then suddenly said
,"I would give all my diamonds to know
who 'Zuliemo' is."
"I would give more to see her than any
one else I ever heard of," said Helen.
"Not only here, but elsewhere she makes
an excitement. I received a letter from
cousin Lionel last niu'ht, and he is half
wild about Zulicme, too."
At eve, when Glenuie was alone, she
muBod "Now have I begun to live in ear
nest. Tho morning is yet cloudy. My
feet are in the valley, yet turn they toward
the mountain where Hope's golden han
is holding away tho mantles of mist. Like
shining beacon stands on Fame's temple on
those dreary heights. Marble doors open
as in a dream. Long arches stretch away
hung with laurel and amaranth. Snowy
fingers make seraphic musio in songs, and
tho burdens are chanted by Fame herself,
and tho burden it is but a name is it
Glcnnie Merrills? Not that, but 'Zulieme
AVhy is there a spell in that name? Ah
I would that 'Zuliemo' might come to
M to bo worshipped by theso naugh
erne's permission to reveal her true name." "If Zulierae surpassed her poetry, she can
Just then tho carrier caino in with the never equal Glcnnie llerrills."
southern mail, and tho editor was busily "Now I think that you both are very sil-
employed. Ashe cauio to a tiny letter, ly," remarked Lena Clifton, coldly; "I ccr-
with marbled envelope, he gave it to Lionel, tainly expected that IIolen.Fonestcr had
saying - moro sense than to admire that Glenuie
"Tho direction is in Zulieme's hand- Merrills." and tho rich beauty turned
haughtily away. '
Lionel started as from a dream. He had "Well, I don't caro," said Ellen, firmly;
seenjsuch fairy writing before andhosaid I can't help loving Glcnnie, and I shall not
alf aloud, "If they should be one and the obev falso pride any, longer. Como with
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same. me, uracie. and; the two cms lett the
"YCliiln T.mnnl wna imiftinrr ilio ndifnr lmd in ft..-l nL.CiiA
i . .i no i.ii,, ... vu.w. i muni w uuu vji lyiJiJlC.
read the letter; and, as Lionel was about to t
Prom the Waverly Magaisii.e.
THE DARK MORNING
eave. ho said. "I ran nromiso vou a nleas- "J)A i-nn vnt. tho
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uro in our next number, wo shall give exclaimed Ada Urey; as she met her bro-
you Zuliemo s portrait. ther at tho hall door, "But what has hap.
pened? You aro whiter than snow, Lio
"I wonder what ever became of Glennie
Merrills," said Ada Grey, one afternoon,
to her mother and Lionel.
'Oh, nothing,' Baid Lionel, srailing.-
You will find Zu-
'Hero is tho macrazine.
THE GOLDEN DAY.
ATalo of the Times.
BT ELLEN FAKMATJ.
"Who is Zuliome?'." echoed Nellie.
How many lovo that unknown girl. Her
name is on every lip; were she here, all
M would pay her homage. But
let's co down to the office;" and tire girls
hastened away. Tho young girl who had
apoken about "Zulicme," stood by the side
of Georgia Elmer, and whisperod
"Who is that lady in black; the one with
such a beautiful figure?"
"A Miss Merrills, from New York," was
Georgia's reply; "nothing but a nobody; at
least Helen and Lena treat her coolly,
to I suppose we must, too."
Glennie heard this,' although it was said
in wbispcryand her checks were flushed
as she proudly raised her head. ' And as
Grace saw her face, she murmured "How
like an angel! She is beautiful enough to
be 'Zulieme' horaolf;" and, turning to
Georgia, sho added "I shall love her, no
body though sho bo. Sho is sad, Georgia,
see those tears. Introduce mc, Georgia!"
"You should not bo intimate, Gracie,"
aid Georgia; it will hurt your stauding
riiut Gracie insisted, and Georgia presen
ted her haughtily, and left them. Glcn
nie bowed coldly, but Gracie threw her
arms about her neck anLwhispered "I
shall love you very much, Miss Merrills,"
as she left her.
ty school girls would she be treated like
A step was heard and Grace Douglass
entered with an open magazine, which she
gave to Glcnnie, exclaiming
"Do read that, Miss Merrills! It's one
of 'Zulieme's poems it is so exquisite!"
Glennio smiled as sho read the poetry.
and gave it back to Grace without com
"Is it not very beautiful," asked Gracie
in a disappointed tone.
'Very good for a young writer," said
Glennio calmly, "for Zuliemo is evidently
a young writer, yef one who has taken les
sous from tho volume, of Human Nature,
and one who understands, somewhat, tho
mechanism of the heart."
"Why, Miss Merrills!" exclaimed Gra
de, "you speak coldly, calculatingly, criti
cally. Don't you love poetry?"
"Lovo poetry, Miss Douglass," said
Glennio, earnestly, "Yes, with an enthusi
asm. Tho Ideal and Sublime is all that
makes life endurable tome:' and Glennie's
eyes shono.with a glory.
' "Then you must worship Zuliome," said
Gracio, eagerlic; "her very name is a talis
man of magic to mo. How much I would
tcive to see her. She must bo beautiful
almost as beautiful as yourself, Miss Glen
nio!" and kissiug Glennie's marble brow tho
iinpulsivb'girl was gone.
Again Glcnnie mused, until asmiloof
triumph wreathed her lips. "How admi
rably I shall succeed! Onward, oh falter
ing lieart, lest thy future be as the past."
So do I," said Mrs.tGrcy, shutting the Heme almost an angel,' and he passed on
magazine sho was looking over; "I was and paused in the drawing room dr or. In
thinking about her as you spoke. I had a moment ho heard a tiny sorcain, and Ada
been reading "Heart Legends," by 'Zuli- stood by his side, pale as a ghost, whisper-
cmc,' and" some how my thoughts wander- ing 'Why, Lionel! This is Glennie Mer
ed to Glennie. I don't know how it is, rills! Can it be possible that she is the
but I always think of her whenever I read worshipped Zulieme?' Only think how we
Zulieme's pieces. How mistcriously she have treated her! I wish I could fly! What
will mamma say?'
"I never thought much of her anyhow," Just then the poet, Mr. L., eamc up the
remarked Ada. "Sho was a wild, flighty steps and greeted Atja 'Ah, looking at
thing, and I presume sho went off with that beautiful pictureas every one of my
some low follow." lady friends are thiy'tioniinc, and centle-
"IIush, Ada!" said Lionel, rather stern- men too, for that matter." And Miss Grey,
ly; "I don't liko to hear you speak thus of is bhe not Glennio Mer -"Us? '. What does it
G lennio Merrills. She was beautiful and-LuMan?'- ; , r--tt
intellectual, moral and virtuous. If you Ada was embarrassed for a moment, and
judge otherwise, you wrong her." then scanning the picture more closely,
"Oh, well," said Ada, sarcastica'ly; "I she replied 2
only concluded from appearance having 'Why, Mr. L. There surely is a striking
never associated with her, I cannot judge resemblance ! Strango that I did not m
from intimacy." tice it before!' and sho looked up gaily.
"We will go South this season," said But tho pierceing dark eyes of tho poet
Lionel, aftor a pause. "I am tired of Sara- were upon her,, and she abrubtly turned
toga and Newport." away, leaving Lionel to explain the mys-
"Agrecd," said Ada; "you know Helen tery as best he might.
writes so prcssingly foa us. And we half A group of school girls stood on the steps
promised Uncle Forrester last summer that of tho seminary, one sunny morning, and
we would " Lena Clifton spoke impatiently, 'Why don't
I - w
"Hear this!" interrupted Mrs. Grey, Gracio hurry? There, 6he is coming, girl!'
who had resumed her magazine; " 'Zuli- A slight figure sprang up tho steps, ex-
eme's thousands of admircrffwill bo happy claiming, 'Your scissors, Lena;' and the
to hear that in our next issue we shall give packago was opened, and the girls eagerly
them her portruit.' " grasped the magazine and turned to the steel
"Oh, how glad I shall be!" said Ada. plate. .
"What an excitement ,it will make! I can 'Glennio Merrills! as I live!' and Lena
scarcely wait until next month." Clifton stood like ono statucd. Then, icy
"Perhaps wo shall recogniio her," said pale, 6he tlircw tho book upon the ground
Lionel, quietly. "Now-a-da'ys no one and entered the school room. .
mire that Glennie Merrills"- and to Geor
gia 'I do Dot wish to hurt your standing
here by an intimacy.'
Glennie was alone m the moonlight again
Mobile's fashion and beauty had been
there, and her tables were strown with bo
quets.Gicnnie was alone, and sho mused
'Ihe night is waning, and the dawn
breaks in glory and I forget tho Tast !
How near looms up Fame's temple! How
close and distinct the grand, high melo
dies! How clear and refined tho atmos
phere! Herald tones and golden wreaths
for Glennio Merrills for Zulieme, clear
voices say, "Thou has won thy destiny! oh,
lovely orphan girl!" Oh, wondrous laws of
nature and of Being that the soul can
make its future! And yet a yearning aud
a void a shadow upon tho sunshine.
Fame cannot whollv'satisfy. There is
nought perfect on earth but love.
Ada and her brother's bride were dressing
for the splendid reception they were to give
that night. Glcnnie stood before the mas-
A robe 'of heavy white satin
knows tho private life
of their nearest
Lionet Grey stood in the sanctum of
tho Editor of tho Magazine. "Ah,
Mr. S," said he; "you' have one contribu
tor who far excels Mrs. S."
"You mean, 'Zulicme,' I suppose," said
rim flit.nr: "I hear thatnnniofon a hundred
different lips every day. And she is wor
thy of this faina. Wo are proud to cal
her "our own Zuliemo," for wo first em
"But who is sho? Why is sho incogni
to?" asked Lionel.
Again tho editor smiled nndsaid : "Ah,
Mr.- Grey, we hoar that question a huudrpd
"Lue ! Mary ! Georgia ! We are to' have
Zulieme's portrait in our next number-
'Yes, it is our own sweet Glcnnie! mur
mured Gracie, as tho tears fell from her
'Glenuie! Glennio! Glcnnie Merrills!'
was tho subdued murmur which ran among
. . . . . "
won t it bo glorious! and braco Douglass that group of school girls, ns every eye
bounded into tho school-room with flushed Wns bent upon those beautiful pictures.
chceks nnd sparkling eyes. Ye,,, it was Glennio Merrills, in all her bc-
" Zulieme's portrait! Zulieme's por- wildering loveliness. There were her large
trait!" echoed many glad voices, "how dc- mysteriouseycs tho VC7 shadows in their
lightful!" dfintlis. tho verv plowhiL's of Genius shin-
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ing there too, as in tho living eyes, tho
ClifTton. " I cannot wait a month!" white nvelids. nnd silkv. druoTiin lashes.
Tho door opened and tho pale, beautiful the penciled brows, tho massive forehead
(jlcnnio Merrills entered. Some smiling- 0f iciness so idealised so sublime; the
ly said "Good morning," some coolly broad band of heavy black hair, the one
bowed and G race Douglass sprung forward, whito orange spray in their shining masses
exclaiming "Glorious news, this. morning, nf darkness, the sweet mouth, thodroon-
MissGlcnnie; wo shall have Zuliemo's por- hng snowy shoulders, tho perfect figure,
trait, next month, and wo aro holding a ju
bileo over tho anticipation. Don't you re
joice with us?"
"Certainly," replied Glcnnie; if Zuli
erne's portrait willjgive you any pleasure jjcr
the snowy hand wore all there; yes, it was
There! Glennie is coming!' exclaimed
Gracio, who sprangdown the steps to greet
Glennio was coming up street with
I certainly want you to see it. But for n d tf Forrogttor nnd as Gracio met her
myseit, uracio, i nave no particular cun-1 Uh tie open lliagazi.ic-hcr cheeks flush
osiry io see uj ana Kissing uracie s wn to cd ; mld Uoloa sai j ,A GVftcioj
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nrow, ununicpasscu on ir.to u.o Asscnimy WQ hma Zulicni0. with us thcse three
"What a cold, passionless thing that Miss
Morrills is," remarked Georgia Elmer, "if
the empress Eugene should come she would
not look out of tho window to see her!'
"Perhaps not," said Gracie; "but I know
sho is half crazy about poetry. You should
have seen her weep over R; II. Stoddard's
'Household Dirge,' last night, as I did;
"And I think Glcnnie is very beautiful,"
said Helen Forrester, decidedly. "Sho is
moro liko a vision to mo than anything
The southern sky was flashing with ra
diantstars. The groves and plantations
and villages and cities of the sunny south
lay in the soft silver lustre, like those in
the Laud of Dreams.
On tho veranda of the Forrcsttcr man
sion Helen Forrestter and Lionel Grey were
quietly talking; aud as poetry was mention
ed Helen exclaimed, "Oh, Lionel! I have
something rich to tell you! 'Zulieme' -is
here in the city!'
'Zulicme!' and Lionel spoke in surprise
'Zulieme! Is it possible! "Where is she?
tell me, Nellie!' and his face was whiter
Helen laughed at his excitement, and
said gaily, 'I believo there is magic in that
name! And when you meet her, Lionel,
you will be perfectly fascinated. She's a
little seraph, and a practical joker, besides.
Her name is Glennie Merrills. She came
herefrom New York; and although beauti
andgood, we were quite unapproachable.
All this while we wcro half crazy about
Zulierae all in the presence of Glcnnie
Merrills. We were half wild with joy
about her portrait, and impatient to see it.
Glennio was very calm and, subdued all
this while, never speaking about 'Zulieme.'
We wondered until the portrait came, and
then imagine our chagrin.'
'But whero is Glennie?' asked Lionel
'Zulicme, I mean; where is she, Nellie?'
'Why, at the Clinton House,' was the
reply; 'but where are you going Lionel?'
But Lionel was half way to the Clinton
House. As Mrs. Grey and Ada camo on
the veranda, Ada asked, 'Where is Lionel.'
saw him with you a moment ago.
'Gone down to tho Clinton, I suppose,'
said Helen, laughingly 'I happeued to
mention that 'Znlicmo' was staying there,
and he left mo abrubtly.' Mrs. Grey and
Ada grew palo as Lionel had been, and
da said, 'We shall have to meet her now,
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mammal w nat snau we uu; imuu
had stayed at home."
'What docs all this mean?' asked Helen
in astonishment; 'you, and aunt, and Lio
Olt, nothing,' said Mrs. Grey, only I
must tell you a curious circumstance which
happened a few years ago. I took a beau
tiful child from the Alms House, and she
resided with me until she was eighteon.
Then she suddenly disappeared. Her name
was Glennie Merrills1 And now, at last,
wn bear of her in tho hitrh character of
'Zulieme.' As she lived with us as a kitch
en girl, and was treated as such, it will bo
quite awkward to meet now.
years; wasn't she wicked to receive all this
worship so calmly?'
But Gracie could only utter the one glad
word of 'Glonnio!' as she threw her arms
about Glennie's neck." Aud Glennio whis-
pored 'Forget that I am 'Zulicme,' aud
lovo mo as Glcnnie Merrills,'
As the girls came up the steps, Rose
I., ii i i -i 1 Clifford stepped forward aud said, frmly and
nu wnu Id tint linvn f.n 1 1ml hnr nsattiniilpsa '
frnnVlv Pnn I KnliiMlin' fnrmvn ir eliirhts
given Glennie Morrills?' Glennio gave her
a kiss, cordially, and smiled upon the girls
kindly. As she entered the assembly room
Lena and Georgia came with crimson
cheeks to greet her; but she bowed coldly
times a day but wo eannot obtuin Zuli- exclaimed Gracie Douglass enthusiastically
"Why, Nelly! I think she is glorious!" to each, saying to Lena, "I certainly ex
pected that you had moro sense than to ud
From the Pittsburgh Dispatch.
Catholic Opinion of Protestantism.
The religion and humanity of Roman
ism are marvellous. Some of its beauties;
fell around her fairy figure, with its glist- ag set forth by its own organs, will bo found
ening folds, and a wreath of gold stars and below. Read, and seo how you like them,
laurel leaves lay radicntly upon her wealth j-or our own part) we take this opportu-
of shining hair; save this and another clus- n;ty of explaining our hearty delight at the
ter of stars which caught up a mass of downfall of the Protestant chapel in Rome,
snowy lace to her corsage she wore no or- Th'13 may be thought intolerant, but trhen,
nament. Ada, robed in crimson velvet, we ask, did we ever profess to be tolerant
her dark curls heavy with diamonds, was of protestantism, or to favor the doctrine
kneeling before Glennie, fastening her tiny that Protestantism ought to be tolerated?
slippers with the heavy pearl buttons As On the contrary, we hate Protestantism-
she rose she exclaimed, 'My peerless Bister! detest it with our whole heart and bouI,
A true queen for tho homage of to-night! and we pray our aversion to it may never
New York shall be dazreled, for once, by decrease. We hold it 'meet that in tha
the beautiful bride of Lionel Grey.' Eternal City no worship repugnant to 'God
Glennie faintly smiled and sighed as should be tolerated, and w'o are Binccrely
she gazed about her. A ringing laugh- glad that the enemies of the truth are no
broke from Ada's lips, and she said, 'Ah, longer allowed to meet together in thecap
Glennielyou are remembering when you itol of the Christian world. Pitleluryh
trod these halls ; a lonely kitchen girl; Catholic, 18-18.
scorned by those who now are proud to call No good government can exist without
you their 'Own Glennie.' But let by gones religion ; and there can be no religion with
go by forever! Forgive us! that we may out an Inquisition, which is wisely design
not fear to worship you. Lionel is coming, ed for the promotion ani protection of the
so brush away the tear!" true faith. Boston Pilot. -
As Lionel entered the dressing room, a You ask if ho (the Pope) were lord of
proud smile lit his handsome face as he saw the land, and you were in the minority, if
the supreme beauty of his bride; and as he not in numbers, yet in power, what would
led her down to the gorgeous parlor he he do to you? That, we say, would en
whispered, "My own wife; I love you more tirely depend upon circumstances. If it
as the lone Glennie Merrills, so high and would benefit the cause of Catholocibni,
magnificent in herself, than as the flatter- he would tolerate you j if expedient, he
ed and worshipped 'Zulieme.'" would imprison you, banish you possibly ....
" TLosB'tigTrTiairs "were "tLrongtxl "with he might even hang you; but be assured
superb youth and beauty, yet Glennie was of one thing, he would never tolerate you
the star. How like a pageant of oriental for the sake of your "glorious principles"
life were the Bcenes in those palice like of civil and religious liberty. Rambler.
rooms; but the life they enclosed. Waving Protestantism of every form has not, and
plumes drooped gracefully on queenly never can have any righto where Catholio-
headsj bandeaus and tiaras of diamonds lay ity is triumphant. r$nson'$ Quarterly
like rainbows of light on snowy brows, Review.
white arms shone with jewels; gorgeous Let us dare to assert tho truth in the
cashmeres and satins, and velvetsleut color face of the lying world, and, instead of
and massiveness to the light and sparkle, pleading for the Church at the bar of the
until those spacious saloons wore the bloom State, summon the State itself to plead at
and flush and colored sunshine of palaces the bar of the Church, its divinely consti-
in fairy legend. Yet Lionel Grey's queen- tuted judge. 26. .. '. ,
ly bride was distinguished in all that gran- 1 never think of publishing anything in
deur. regard to the Church without submitting
A low, confused murmur rose in the the articles to the bishop for inspection,
crowd, and "Zuliome! Zulieme!" ran from approval and endorsement. ii.
from lip to lip until that talismanio name I declare my most unequivocal subrjis-
was rung loud and high. sion to the head of the Church, and to the
Many said to Ada 'Is it the gifted hierarchy, in his different orders If the
'Zulieme,' whom your brother has wedded? bishops make a declaration on this bill, I
We heard that he had won more than a never would be heard speaking against it,
treasure in the orange bowers of the south.' but would submit at once unequivocally, to
Aud there was pride and triumph in Ada 8 the decision. They hav only to decido,
keen eyes as she answered, 'Yes, she is my and they also close my mouth : they havo
sister. Lionel's bride is none other than 0nly to determine, and I obey. I wish it
'Zuliemo." to be understood that such is the duty
But the worshipped poetess whispered 0f Catholics. Daniel 0 Cornell, 1848.
to Lionel, 'Call mo Glennie my husband Heresy and unbelief are crimes, aud in
not 'Zulieme' one is for tho few that love Christian countries, as in Italy and Spain,
me, and the other for tho multitudes.' for iustanco where all the people are C'ath-
And Mrs. Grey's smile and air was im- oiks, and where the Catholic religion is an
pcrinl, as shesaid to the crowds, 'My (laugh- essential part of the law of the land, they
ter! Zulieme!' are punished as other crimes. R. C. Arch-
bishop of St. Lou'a.
Glennio Grey is happy now, although the A heretic, examined and convicted by
Glcnnie Merrills was writing in tho lux
urious parlors she had taken nt the Hotel.
She looked happier than . of yore. She
woro plain black velvet; a wreath of laurel
leaves which Grace Douglass had thrown
upon her head a,t school, resting there yet.
Glcnnie was musing moro than writing
Sho 'did not heed the quickstep in tho hall,
she did not seo tho door swing open did
not sco tho noble face and princely form of
Lionel Grey, until in tones, whoso music
was all of tho Past, her name was spoken
That night tho moon and stars sat high
in tho heavens ero Lionel Grey said, 'Good
night' to tho gifted girl who had promised
to bo his bride. V
brilliancoof the golden day is shadowed the church, used to be delivered over to
now and then by memories .of its morning, the secular power, and punished with death.
Mrs. G rey and Ada have forgot the Nothing has ever appeared to us more ne-
scorncd kitchen girl in the famed 'Zulicme.' cessary. More than ono hundred thousand
But Lionel whispered, 'I have loved you perished in consequence of the heresy of
more, Glonnio, for your high daring, and Wickliffe; a still greater number for that
nobility of soul, than for aught else. 0f John Hubs; and it would not be possi-
fS T, , bio to calculate the bloodshead caused by
Luther, and it is not vp.t over. An fur mr.
barber of Dunkirk, whose meat by whatIe t frank WeM) is
uef of Police was chronicled at full . , ,
length a few days since, has been sent to anJ tLat they did not also burn Luther.-"
Cincinnati, in charge of two special officers. h A becanM there WM fonnd
lie. will probabably be sent on from thence . ffi . , .. . . .f
L j i - ... - j-
to the. scene of his chloroform robberies.
New Orleans Pica. 1th.
crusade against the Protestant. -i'uni
Tho absurd erroneous doctrines or ra.
vings in defence of liberty of concicnco aro
The Gkkek Slave. The Sandusky
llpfistnr nf WwlnpRdnv Eveiiin.irRavs.
Th firoek Rlnvo l,ft vrstordav. for a Dl0st Pntial error-a pesf. of all oth-
Pittsburgh, where it will lio exposed for ers, most to be dreaded in a State. Eny.
exhibition under tho charge ot Jlr. Uilieii- cltcal Letter oj rope t iu$ 1A., Aujutt 15,
pio a brother-in-law ot the lady to whose hgg
u, Protestants of every kind, Cathol city in-
FIRE IN BUCKSVILLE, VA. We rq; sorts iu uur vmau-gue ui moral sins ; slio
gret to learn that a very destructive firo
occurred in Blacksville, Va., a few days
Iu the regal homo of Mrs. Clinton Grey,
m 1 . . . 1 11
since. Two stores anu iwcnty-iwo uweu
irnrs were destroyed. Only eight buil-
dings are left standing!
Imagination is disciplined only through
nrt, espoeiully poetry. There is nothing
moro frightful than imagination without
endures when and where she must : bui
she hates it and directs her energies to ef
fect its destruction St. Louit Shrphcrd
You should do all in your power to car
ry out . tho intentions of Bis IloliiicbS the
Pope. Whero you havo the ckctorial
franchises, give your votes to none but
those who will assist you in so holy a sti ug.
gle. JJanicl 0'V.t,ndl.