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-Thursday MornliiR July 19, 1855
CttME TO ME IX DltEAIUS,
, ; t daoaas-nesisox nitJiTuE.
Coi3 in beautiful drouuis, love,
Oh I come to mo oft,
'. Whan tun light wing of sloop
On my bosom lies 10ft i -
' . Oh! coiiio whon the ?u,
In Iho moon's g 'litlo light, v
H.'nsl low on llo oar
- I.iko tho pulso of tho nlicht
Whon tho sky ami tho wavo
- Woarthulr Invvllnt lmo,
When thedow'a on the Bniror
And tho star oil tho dow.
Como lii.beaullful dreams, love,
Ohleomonml we'll slny,
Whoro tho vhnlo yeur Is crowned -'
. With tho bloasoms of May
Whora oach sound Is lis sweet
As tho coo of the dovo.
And tin S;'1" ttTS n"
, As Ih 1 breuthlnir of love,
Wh.irj Ih.'n tU b.'ann kiss the waves,
. . And the w.ives kiss the bjarh,
Aiid our wnrni lips may eatrh
Th.' siveet tison tluy tjiich, . "
Comes lu beautiful druains, love, , ,
' ' Oh! coine and we'll fly -Like
two winged spirits
Of love through the sky;
- ' With hand clasped lu hand
' ' On our d.-.'Uoi wings we'll go,
Wrier.) thn stnrlight and moonlight
Are blending their glow t
An I ou bright clouds we'll linger
of pjrplj uud gold,
Till Iji j' ongeli envy
Tim bliss they b)hol.l.
. , Prom Chamber's Journal.
THE PE.Vitl- Ol' CAJIPAN.
One fine morning in AuHimn.I was fum
bling through the secluded Valley of Cam
pm, in the Pyrenees, accompanied by tho
excellent curate of tbe district, with whom,
in. the course of my poregrinations, I had
become fteq-aaiuied, and beneath whose
hospitable roof 1 had promised to spend the
night. The scenery was wild and lovely
beyond description; and having expressed
my admiration of it, I added a wish to
know somethini of the inhabitants. "
'They have hearts of gold and wills of
iron,' sunt my friend. 'Many a lounning
nud noble instance of generosity and self
denial have I met with amongst them.
And, for example, " look at that man ap
proaching us.' . . . -
He w.".s a fine-looking fellow, of five or
six and twenty, with' a military air, and
dressed in uniform. The lower part of
his f ice was very handsome, and his dark
sunburnt, complexion suited .well with the
long mustaches. I could not see bis eyes,
for the visor of his cap was drawn down
so as completely to slit de them from the
light. Ilrt'-ing exchanged a cordial salu
tation with tho curate,, ho passed on, fol
lowed by a huge white dog,. with thick fur
atid euormous paws" The animal belong
ed to a breed peculiar to tho Pyrenees, and
remarkable for their sagacity and faithful
ness. " ; : ' v.. . ' ..'.. '
'Now,' said my companion, as soon ns
the ' soldier had passed out of. hearing,
, i ii. r :ii ...il i,.,.
WllliO We WailS UlOllJJ, X fflll.WH Y JU n u ,
story, of. whioh you lmve just seen two of
the principal characters.' , v . ' , .
I prepared to listen with attention, arid '
the curate commenced. . . , . '. "
Juan Trigoyen was born in the heart of
these mountains,- whore the. peasant hasj
his choico of following ono of two ocenpa-'
tinna that of a ahenherd or a hunter.--1
Juan chose the latter, ',.asjiis father had
done before him; find a hazardous pursuit
it is.; Hot merely has tbo mountain nun-j enemy i kiucu. - adq ne wiu. nor an mat
tor to scale all but Inaccessible precipices," had occurredi ' not concealing tho feelings
and to brave the fury of famished bears of admiration and love which he felt for her
and wolves, he is constantly exposed to be whom ho had rescued. ,. ' ; . .
swept away by" a torrent, of buried be-'f 'Thank God,', my child;' said tho old
neath an avalanche;- To this latter peril woman, that your choice has fallen on so
Juan's father bad fallen a victim. Crush1, worthy an object. I have often heard the
ed beneath a mass of. snoT,- ho perished,1 beauty and virtuous inductry of Marguerite
leaving his son no other, heritage than his commended. She is called by her neigh:
dog, his gum. and. his "grandmother Ger- j bors the Pearl of Campan.' "
trudei an aged Woman, Unequal lo the task It never occurred to the affectionate
of supporting herself. Juan at this time a grandmother, that the fair girl in question,
fine lad of eighteen, loved his grandmoth- oould possibly be insensible to the attrac
er tenderly; she had always supplied to" tion of her boy; and, indeed, the event
him the place of his mother, who had died proved that she was not far wrong. Mar
in giving him birth, and he now, with a guerite was of too innocent and frank ft
courage and resolution beyond his years, nature to play the coquette with him who
undertook the sole charge of their main; risked his life for hers, and the prolimina
tainance. He had been early trained to ries of their marriage were speedily ar
the chase, and success now crowned his ranged. -.r...
Tiio mimhor nf ixnrda. eao-les.and On the morning Drecedinir th' - on which
.... ... r .
bears struck down by his hands, testified
the sureness of his toot ana tne certainty
of his aim. ' .: " .'''. , .
Thanks to the value of these spoils, Ger
trude knew no privation; but she trembled
for the safety of her beloved ohild, and of-
ten said to him, with tears in her eyes:
T T - ' --- J- - -- -' -'k - - " - '
buy pe Mjr Juun; you will perish
some timo or other, like your poor father;
o"uiu x uo ilmc aione, wiinoui
afv one to lov4
Id answer: 'Calm
I - . t irt - -
self, molhduf iWvidctice will watch oftt
me for url.J;' ... .
. J.HU3 uiu j uau woj k iiara during ilia
week for bk own and his parent's support,
and on Sunday I loved to see them .enter
ing, ray little church; Gertrude leaning on
:be arm of her handsome boy, and both
joining in the prayers with tbo utmost de
votion. Two years had passed on and Juan was
returning one day from I5agnere, whither
he had gone to dispose of nome game. It
was winter, and the north wind blew pierc
ingly cold; but the yuung hunter stepped
on briskly, whistling a lively tune. Sud
denly a cry of distress struck his ear. but
new not whence it c;mie.
'On, Cacsurl' lie cried, trusting to his
dosr's sasaciiv: seek il out. bov!' '
uouiie creature set on in me uiruc-
tion of a thick pine grove, and his master
followed; tho cries became louder, i ml Ju
an recognized the voice of . n fainul iu dis
tress, lie redoubled his spe-d, still pre
ceded by the dog. A', length he reached
an opeu space, and there was Caesar hi nig
gling with a wolf while on t'.! ' Mtind ly
a woman, wiih a huge she-W"ll' tu ti e act .
ol fastening on her neck. - With a sii .ul
Juan rushed forward, and at the sound the
tierce creature raised her head, ami fixed
on him two eyeball glowing wi..h rage and
hunger. Without a moment's hesitation,
the in repid hunter seix.'d her by il.e throat
with one hauJ, and tlinisiin f the uiher in-
toher niou h, . grasped hi'i-tongue, and ed in Africa, and was immediately to
dragged it as with an iron vin . Afera march on the town of Znntcha, where a
fearful smuggle, he sucei isletl in dashing iiuinber of insurgent Arabs had intrenched
the strangled bea.n on the ground.' This themselves. Some sharp fighting was t x
done Juan looked round to m c if Lis faith- I peeled, as I lie rebels were known to be
tul ally had need of assistance. jSo; hm
antagonist also lay dead, nnd the hunter
had time to attend to .the woman, who lay
motionless on the ground, having fainted
from excess of terror. Iler deliverer rais
ed her gently in his arms, put back the
rich brown hair that had falh u over her
face, and perceived that she was a young
and very lovely girl. Taking a handful
ol snow which lay on the ground, he rub-'
bed it on her temples, and then succeeded
in putting scni" small hi sof ice into her
mouth, fry degrees she revived, her eye
lids unclosed, ami she drew a drt p sigh.
'Where aiu 1?" she murmured.
'Safe with a friend.'
'It was you, then, who saved me?'
'Uather il was Providence, who was
pleased to employ my hand. .
She tlmriki'd him with a look far more
eloquent than words; anl then with col
liding simplicity, as she still felt weak, ask
ed him to let her lean on his aim ns far as
her home. "I was going to the town,' she
said, 'tosell some milk, when those dread
ful wolves attacked me, upset my pitcher,
and, but for your timely aid and that of
your good dog, would surely have devour
The conversation thus commenced did
not Hag. Juan soon learned that Margue
rite lived in the hamlet at Campari;' iht
she was an orphan, and had no property
save a small cottage, one cow, and some
hens. Slio managed to support herself
with the' profit of these animals nnd of her
spinning.. Her perfect candor and her in
nocent beauty charmed the honest Juan;
he thought that, were he possessed of all
the treasuries iii the world, he would like
to lay them nt Marguflrite's feet. On en-
tering the village the news of their ndven -
turo. spread quickly; and it was easy to see,
by- the consequent excitement how much
the young girl was beloved by tier neigh
bors. Colli young and old rushed forth to
meet hor; Juan was overwhelmed with
thanks and praises; nor whs poor Cccsar by
any means forgotten. r- '
Adieu, Marguerite,' said Juan when hu
had accompanied her to her cottage door.
'May I sometimes come to see you?' "
'To whom should mv door be open, if
1 not lo my' deliverer?'., said the young girl
uvi v uw.iTviu,. omu ...w jr """3 5,"
innocently, nt the same time extending her
hand to Juan. He pressed it to his lips,
and hastened away. ' .' -,11
' When he reached ' home, he found Oer-
trude very uneasy at his prolonged absence,
Oh, my child 1' she cried, 'where have you
been; f rind What are those stains" of blood
. Juan smiled. 'Don't he uneasy, moth
er; thi9 blood is not mine, but that ot au
1 l 'il I Ail .ill. ll .1....
their bans were to be puhlig'. ud, the sound
oi a arum was uearu in me peaceiui vai-
ley of Campan; and the: prefect of the dis-
tnct proclaimed the drawing of conscripts
for the army.. Poor Juan! his was among
the first of the seleoted . names, and at the
moment the shock nearly stunned him
LANCASTER OHIOi THURSDAY MORNING, JUl- 19, J855
fjfcwever, lie line been taught not t0 shrink
; from his duty, and laving calmly made the
neouircparations, l,e drew I,h betroth-
ou asiuo, jii
1 i i
iid said: 'Listen to inc. Mar -
ou promised to bo mine: 1 am
guing away for some years, perhaps forev:
vtn w iigbtsaOt you should be ft eecJig felt the pinioni's pulso. be began i
give you back your vow. iJontly to remove the bandages. As'soon
.'And I.' said ihe girl, 'will not take it as Alaguerite felt that her wounds were ex
baek. Whether our next meeting Juan, posed, she akod for n mirror,
will be here or in that hotter woi Id to "Not yet, my child; not to-day," said
u.wu uviu xuuiiig, x win
never msrry any one but you.'
iliC young man pressed her hand in si-
lonce. 'Jjut my mother!' he said at leny-th,
while two unwonted tears rolled down bis
cheeks; 'she is old, infirm, unable to work
lor her support.'
'1 our mother, Juan,' interrupted Mar -
gucrite, 'ts'she not henceforth mine?
long as- God gives me strength to work,
our mother shall not want a home.'
. And so, wiih mutual blessings and fond
'tears, they parted. . .
Clear followed his master to the wars,
a:id Gertrude, on the day of Juan's de
parture, took up her abode in Marguerite's
cottage. The old woman managed tho
dmuesiic; afi'iiir.s, while the young one enr
ried her milk, bu.ier, eggs, and poultry to
market. -In the evening,' as they sat at
theiiv spiiitiinir-wheeU, -their r-onvorsi'iion
nam ifil ly uinied on Juan:
Where is lie
now? what is ho ioiiig while wp tire
spi'iikitig ui'him?' isi'tnei nnes their mixie
iy was lounged by ihe tiunal of a leiter,
tilled wiih hope and tenderness; but nt
Icng h one ciiine which increased their sor
row. It lioro the slump of Algeria. Juun
iiiiiinuiict-d that ids leuiinent had just hind
desperate.- Under this adlieiing intelli
gence, the two women found their only
consolation in religion-in committing their
dear one to the care of God. Kvery day,
on her way to the town, Mngiierite was ac
customed lo pause for a few minutes nt Ihe
spot whore she had first met I. e'r betrothed,
and where during the happy days of their
couiiswp, ne nan raiseu a rustic sen!; she,
used to kneel beside that simple memento,
and pray fervently, nor did she every arise
nnd go on her way without feeling strength
ened and encouraged.
Kvery evening, on their return, her (list
questioii to (Jeriillde was: 'Has Juan writ -
en?' And the old woman would shake
her head with a despairing gesture, which
seemed lo imply, 'Juan will never write
One day, ns Maguerite was returning
from Bngiiiues, she was overtaken by n i
olent ihundcr storm. There was no rlarc
of re f u go nearer than her own collage; and j
with hff garments dripping, nnd Iter eyes,
nearly blinded by the driving rnin, she j
Hastened towards it. W hat did she see?
A blazing lightening-strieken rile, sur
rounded by a terrified crowd of villagers.
JMotnei! cried Maguerite, darting on -
wards' ""where are you?' '
A cry of agony from within the burning'
cottage was i ne repty.
'Mother, courage! I'll save, or die wiih
you!, Anil before the astounded specta
tors could detain, her, she rushed through
the flames. A minute," which seemed an
age of agonizing suspense, elapsed, nnd
Maguerite re-appeared, dragging forth ti e
pious burden, and foiming with her own
body a rampart against the flames. Scarce-
ly had she allowed'the woman to fall into!
! some of the arms' ready to receive her, when
the heroic girl sunk down herself inani-
VV lien she opened her eyes, continued
the curate, she was in an apartment in my ' soon re-built, nnd they removed .into it.
house, whither I had caused her to he car-1 Their circumstances were very coniforta
ried. Gertrude and I had watched for.ble, and Juan supported his infirmity
thrco days snd three nights by " her bed, caused he told me, by the explosion of a
nwaiting the moment of returning consci- mine with the utmost cheerfulness.: His
ousness. ' Her first sensation was that of tenderness for h'.s -wife seemed to increase
torturing pain in her face. ' She raised
her hand to it, and felt that it was so envoi -
oped in bandages as lo leave only the month
and. eyes free, A cry escaped her lip
"Oh, I remember the storm Ihe flames;
I am disfigured for life is It hot ' So?"
Gertrude and I wer? silent. It was but
too true; the devouring element,' haying
her body protected''' bvr her' wet clothes,
untouched, had eized on her. face. The'
beauty of feature and delicacy of complex
ion,- which hud procured for her, the. grace
ful sobriquet, were totally destroyed, .
Until the bnndages were removed, which
the surgeon dd not as yet judge . it pru-
deiit lo do, ho could not tell the extent of
the disfigurement, but that it would , be
very great was certain". i Our silence and
the tears which we could not repress, nc -
quainted the poor child with her niisfor -
tune.,. She raisod her eyes to heaven with
a touching expression of resignation. "It
is Thy will rty God," she said,
not Juan see me thus. .
; "JuanlV repeated Gertrude
soon embrace him." .. '.
'.'Is he 'coming?"'
" "In ' ten days soe yourself."
handed a letter to.Maguerite, which
latter read with eagerness, it was writ
ton by tho hand of one of his comrades,nnd
informed them that Juan, who had receiv
ed a severe wound at the seige of Zaatcha,
was now convalescent in hospital; had ob-
tamed, as a reward tor bis services.
cross ot merit, his discharge, and pension, ,
and would be with them in ten or. twelve
days at furthest. . ..r .... , . j
Having finished reading the letter Mag '
uerile fell into a profound . reverio, . from "
which neither Gertrude's fond caresses norl
my attempt at consolation could hrou
her. "Oh, sir," said slw at hist, "it i not
.indeed it is not (or its own sake that I val-
1 uu beautv. but hut how
, me when be sees me in this stale?'' Ai
J thai moment the surgeon enterod, and bav-
sun uuuiur. oiiusrieu to raise ner linnds
to feel her f;u:e. 'Hold her arms down,'
cued the surgeon to the old woman and
myself. . We did so involuntarily turnin
j awiiy our eyes from the sight of those
.swollen uud mutilated features, once so
saw and understood our
movement. . "Is it not so. sir?" she said
to me calmly; "will it not be impossible,
for l im to love mo?"
JCine days passed on; the wounds were
regularly dressed and were now nearly
cicatrised, Tho tenth day was that o'f
Juan's expected return; but no one ventur
ed to speak ofjt. Early in the morning
Margin itc rose, and prepared to go out,
saying that a walk in the . fresh air would
do her cood. I offered to accomnanv
.'Xo, thank you, sir,' she said; 'my
mother ulone will come with me.' And
with one hand slightly leaning on Ger
trude's arm, while the other held a small
package, she went out. They walked to
wards Juan's rustic seat, but very alowly,
for the convalescent was yet very weak.
Arriving there, she knelt down, and af
ter a short siient prayer she turned to Ger
trude, mid embracing her,-aid: 'Mess
youi daughter, dear mother, for the last
time; you will never see her again.'
'What do you mean, my child?'
.'The truth. I am going away. You
will say good bye forme to him, mother;
and tell him that it is my very love for
him that forces me la fly '
"liut dear one, said Gertrude; detaining
her, 'you wrong our Juan; he ha a nol-le
heart, ami he will love you all the better
e . . i . . . . .
loriitese scars wi.on no hear Hint it - was
, in saving me from a dioadliil death
'He has a nohlu heart,' replied the gill;
'and 1 know that he would marry me, and
try to make nw happy; but how could 1
ondure his avert I joks his sorrow? No,
no, 1 shall suffer much less in .suffering n-
Just then, a well known batk was heard,
, and u large white dnj rushed out of the
'Ciesar!' eried Gertrude. 'Whero ii
'Here he is,' replied an agitated voice;
aim Holding on ; en 1 ol a cord, 'ot which
the other was fastened to Ctcerg collar,
a soldier appeared. 'Mother! are you
here? Where is Marguerite? Why don't
you come and embrace your poor blind
'Blind!' ex. laimed Margueiile; and fix
! ..Oil . .
Higher eyes on her betrothed, she saw
that hio was covered with a bandage. 1
cannot describe the emotions of all three;
suntce it to say, mat alter an incredible
number of embraces, Gertrude and her
two children returned to the. house, and
we passed a delightful evening. '
Here the curate slopped, and I thought
his lalo was ended. .
'Well,' I said, 'I suppose the blind war
rior and his betrothed still, in his imngi-
nation, blooming in all her youthful charms
were speedily united?'
'1 hey were, he replied. 'It was I who
married them; but. 1 have something move
lo tell you of them. - Their cottage, by
. tho willing aid ot all the dingers, was
every day; and yet she was evidently not
, haiitiy. .She became a prey' to constant
melancholy, and her health and strength
visibly declined. ' Her old friend, the doc
tor, visited and prescribed for Iier,' but
without avail. . . -.
'My artii at fault,' ho said to me. Her
body suffers, but the seat of tho disease is
her mind. Do you try to discover what
the secret which weighs on her may be,
or 1 can not answer for her life.1
... Alas! how could Iapplv tho consolations
of religion to a case of which - the sufferer
I persisted in keeping me profoundly igno
rant? Once she seemed on the . point of
opening her mind, but Juan' entered the
room, nnd she was silent; nor could I ever
. afterwards induce her to speak freely.
1 Meantime her bodily condition ' boenmo
j very precarious, and Juan, who was now
' aware of her danger, scarcely ever stirred
from her bedside
Old Gertrude ns you
may suppose, was scarcely less anxious
I about her. '."
shall One evening when I was in the cottage;
tliS doctor arrived; nnd having- examined
his patient, pronounced that unless some
powerful reaction took place, she : could
not long survive, now solemn wore me
moments which succeeded tins announce
ment! Poor Juan grasped convulsively
the hand of his wife, while large .tears
Streamed, from beneath his bandage.: '
I began to exhort her on tho subject of
religion; and when I spoke of the mercy of
hor Maker, alio- exclaimed: 'Oh, I have
great need of mercy, for my conscience is
burdened with a heavy load. -'.''Listenshe
continued addressing us all, 'and tell me
whether I can hope for forgiveness.' .
Grouped around her bed, we waited in
silent astonishment.' Ma'rgueriiehad rais
ed herself in a sitting ftrure; her w.nu-d
arms, her disijrd.jrtnl hair, her sunken fea
ture), her hollow f y, gleaming with a
lijflit like that jf wlump kin Ming np before
it js extingmjferrf..revftr. lent an air of in
dseribablejejfiii".y to the scene.
Placing her hand in hr husband's, she
said: 'Juan, you remcmW when we sepa
rated, the promise which ire made of mu
tual fidelity? My heart wui y.mr. and
yours was mine.,- Weil, the terror of low
ing that heart caused metocornmit a Griev
ous sin. I pictured you to mylfwilh
shocked, averted looks at the first si h'. of
her who was once named the Pearl; and in
the agony, the delirium of (he moment, I
cried to heaven: Oh, God! either give
me back my beauty, or take from him his
eyesight! -The mom-.nt the selfish, impi
ous prayer was uttered, I bitterly repented,
and would fain have recalled 'it; but too
late! Juanithe wish was granted, and I
hare n'tver known siisce'one moment's hap
piness.' 'What!' cried her husband, 'and is this
the secret Marguerite, which is killin-'
'Then live, dearest, nnd be happy; your
prayer washes' answered.'.
And tearing off the bandagn which cov
ered his eyes he fell on his wife's bosom,
and clasped her in a long embrace.
It appeared that the blindness which
had fallen on Juan was of only a tempora
ry nature. Under the skillful treatment of
our friend the surgeon, whom he privately
consulted, the power of vision began slowly
but surely to return. Hating, however,
heard from his grandmother the whole his
tory of Margin-He's horror at -the idea of
his beholding her disfigured face, he gen
erously determined to conceal from her his
cure, at least fur a time. Now, however,
it was suddenly revealed; nnd it was too
late? The doctor, motioningus all away
from the bed, took nis patient's hand, and
fell her pul-e; a hopeful smile played on his
'My fri nil. said he, turning to me, he
age of miracles has not yet ceased Mar-
t gucrite is cured!' -
Hi' re the good man ceased, and after a
pause, I asked, 'And was Marguerite in
reality so very much di. figured?'
'You shall judge for yourself.
We walked on, and soon reached a neat
atnl pretty collage, covered in front with a
luxuriant vine. An old woman sat near
the doorway spinning, nnd placed on a low
chair by her side, a yuung woman was nur
sing an infant. Her figure was remarka
bly gracful. and her face, although cer
tainly not handsome, was by no means re
pulsive. It was even easy lo distinguish,
'amid the seams and scars wlnVI, mortal o
the Vestagesof great beauty. There was
(a touching expression of serene tenderness
! shed ovei her features, as she looked on
! her child, w hich in mr evcnmnlv
sated for the want of regular comelin '.cs.
The curate a lvanecd. 'Good morning
Marguerite,' he said.
'Good morning, sir," she answered, look
ing up with a beaming smile.
'How is baby to-day?'
'As well as possible,' said the hippy
mother, holding up, and showing her nurs
ling's rosy dimpled checks.
'Well, Marguerite,' said the good old
man, taking the innocent little creature in
his arms, and kissing its tender forehead,
'I could fancy this is yourself as I remem
ber you on the day that I baptised you.
Come, tho Valley of Campan has not lost
its Pearl it is restored in the person of
your lovely little daughter.'
' Crniors Tncidexls. A gentleman liv
ing near Adrian relates two singular cir
cumstances which occurred on his farm.
The first was a deadly fight among bees.
A few'days ago a swarm came out of their
paternal hive and gathered around their
young (jueen m the warm sun-lit atmos
j phere. But .instead of going to Some neigh-
Dol ing nee orslirut), and lovnnuga hang
in cluster, as litis invariably been the rule
with nil predecessors with whom we have
ever been acquainted, they settled on a
hive and began a murderous attack upon
thn peaceable inmates. The uiisu-pccting
j workers were taken by surprise, and many
of them were killed by the invaders bo-
fore they became fully aroused, when the
conflict became quite obstinate. The fact
that most of the working bees of the hive
were out gathering honey gave the new
swat in all the advantage, and though the
bailie lasted all day; they finally triumph
ed. Thousiindsof dead bodies were ding
ed to the entrance and thrown on the
ground each hour. "
The second anecdote is of a hen and
young brood of chickens, showing the
strong affection existing in fowls for their
! young. ' One morning, on going out into
tho yard, our friend found the poor lien a
mangled corpse; her neck and body dread
fully torn, as if she had been engaged in
a terrible struggle. Near her lay the dead
; body of a weasel, picked and pounded by
j the bill nnd wings of the brave hen till he
had given up tho ghost while a little fur
ther off were huddled together the peeping
I brood nil alive, and without a scratch
The mother had sacrificed her life to save
her young, Toledo Republican. ' ' :
' " . ' "
An Irishman, on. being told to grease
the wagon, returned in about an hour, af
terward, and said 'I've gfais'd every
part uv. the wagon, inside and .out, yer
honor, but by the blue hair o Moses, 1
can't pet at the 6ticks the wheels bang on, j
ThS Blasphemies of Rome. "Dick
Tinton," the observing and able Paris
correspondent of the New York Timet,
has been "over to Rome," ana thus un
earths some ol "the church's" impositions
and blasphemies in that vicinity:
,. San Pluto in Montoro is toaiU udojs-i
precise spot whero the Apostles wits Cru
cified, in an inverted attitude. Ia a hole
extending rather deeply into the ground :
hangs a lantern, and further down is bu
ried the identical cross. It is never shown
as. aicording to the sacristan, it is in a
poor state of preservatijn, is sadly in want
ot repair. 1 have no doubt the original
Mesa of Pottage is somewhere to be seen
in Rome, kept in a sacred cubby, and cov
ered over by a Cathedral.
A place is shown which was once in
habited by St. Dorninic, the fouudei of
the InqubiLian, who received letters from
Heaven, written by the Holy Trinity.
However, this is of a lower order of blas
phemy than that indulged in at a little old
house at Siena, which produces the love
correspondence of the Saviour and St.
CI .nine. I hardly expect to be believed
when I say that letters are actually shown
which profess to have been written to her
byourLoid. Those written ly her to her
husband, Jesui Christ, and to her mother -in
law, the Virgin Mary, may be seen ly
Tiie exact spot is also pointed where the
Saviour and S:. Clarine stood when they
were married, and where the wedding
ring was put upon her finger. Of this the
best modern writer m Italy, Charlotte Eas
ton, says: "That such a legend should
ever have been credited in the darkest
ages of extravagant fanaticism. I could
scarcely have believed; but that it should
be gravely repeated as authentic in Ihe
nineteenth century, nothing, I ihink, but
the evidence ofmy senses could have con
Now, in regard to all these assumptions,
impostures and impossibilities, it must not
ba s ippiscl that they are tho inventions
an l creations of cicerones, handbooks and
ran iticalsarcrislan3. The Pope is guar
antee for them all, and the Church is re
sponsible for them, one and severally.
Where no evidence exists, evidence is
coined or in some way trumped up, or,
better than all, a papal bull declares no ev
iJsnce to be necessary. The Vatican, ar
med with infallibility ,or pronounces with
out appeal upon the authenticity of any
relic whi -hmay be judged valuable, either
for the collection of fees, and promotion
church influence, or for the extention of
idol worship. For instance, the "Sacred
Biby," declared to be the work of St.
Luke, and put forward as a miraculous
healer of diseases, for which service he
i. ' . .i . . .. ,
manes me mosi extortionate cnarges, is
perfectly well known by the Church to be
Thocghts. No dwelling is so danger
ous as a heart swollen wiih pride, lust or
If God be for us, who ctsn be against us?
If God be against us, who can be for us?
To die of thirst in sight of a fountain,
to have feet nnd never walk, to have pow
ers and never use them, are kinds of fully
quite common in religious concerns.
Thoughts even more than over acts,
mark ihe character.
If he shall have judgment without mer
cy, what shall be the end of those whoaro
tyrants in their own families?
Anarchy is worse than any despotism.
It is as great a mercy to be kept from
error as to be delivered from it.
If the poorest and most suffering child
of God has for all his sacrifice, a hundred
fold in this life, and in the world to come
life everlasting, the gain of goodliues must
be immense. .
Too Good to be Lost. A gentleman
who was recently in pursuit of "Chirst
Church," located in Salem street, stepped
into a store in the neighborhood, and in
quired of the proprietor if he could direct
him to Christ's Church?" The proprie
tor stepped to his storo door, and direct
ing the attention of the gentleman to a
small spire which loomed up before him,
remarked, "ihat sir, used to be called Christ ;
Cimrch, but I don't believe he's been there
for more than two years." The gentleman
biting well acquainted with the fact,
through the papers, that unhappy difficul
ties were of frequent occurrauce in that
church, was perfeutly satisfied with the in
formation, and the .ota, whicii contained
quite as much truth as poelrv. Lost. Post.
JTTwo wealthy gentlemen were late
ly conversing in regard to the period when
they had best enjoyed themselves. ."I will i
tell you," says one, "when I most enjoyed
life. Soon after 1 was twenty-one, I work
ed for Mr. , laying stone wall at twen
ty cents a day."- "Well," replied the other,
"that does not differ much from my expe
rience. When I was twenty, I hired my
self out at seven dollars a mouth. I have
never enjoyed myself better since." Tbe
experience of these two individuals, teach
es, first, that one's happiness does not de
pend on the amount of his gains, or the
station he occupies; second, that very small
beginnings, with industry and prudence,
may secure wealth.
jCJTBoston issues 112 papers, with an
annual circulation of 54,000,000; N. York,
104 papers, circulation 73,000,000; and
Philadelphia 51 papers, circulation 48,-
ESTABLISHED IN IS2
llowr to Succeed. .
A correspondent ouC West, thrtv,tiles'
of a character he has met. The tjHson in
culcated by the history of the rtn iaone
which commends itseif to t fa person
who would succeed in life. R lvf ii: -.
On a small Mississippi steamer I met sf
very difficult character. He waa a native
of an Easter Stale an I had gone lest id
maun ins fortune. While our boat was
tied to ihe bank for an hour we seated our
selves on a log on the shore, and he gave
me an account of the course he has fol
lowed an 1 the difficulties he has contended
with. He Marled for the West with
small sum of money and the blacksmith
trade. He went down the Ohio as steer'
age passenger, reached St. Louis, tbencd
up the Illinois till bis money failed. Hsi
stopped and worked to get his pUrse re
cruited to reach a friend's house. There
he worked a month to pay a man for bring
ing a chest from the Illinois River. Fin
ally he reached Chicago, got a contract on
the Illinois and Wisconsin canal, was get
ting rich, when Illinois scrip made bimi
poorer than when he began. Then the1
chill and fever laid him up for a year.
Let this suffice as a specimen. At last re
turned to Chicago, bought enough boards
on credit to make him a blacksmith shop
by sticking the ends hi the ground and
bringing the tops together. In ibis he be
gan to make plows which his father-in-law
wooded in a small room in the small house
which he and bis son-in-laW had rented.
From tint time he has gone steadily for
ward, until now his car-factories cover
the principal part of two squares in the
city, which he purchased one for fifteen
hundred dollars and the other for some
six thousand. The city is already far be'
yond him and by the rise of property alone
he is rich, while bis factories are bringing
him a fine revenae. . .
He has accomplished his object, but
concluded his narrative by saying that had
he life to begin again and he "knew that
by enduring all that lie had undergone in
hardships he would sacrifice tbe propective
wealth and be content with a mechanic's
day wages." I believe him, as I look at a
man of thirty-eight as much careworn and
broken as a man of fifty.
Matbimost. The virgin sends prayers
to God, but carries but one soul to him;
but the state of marriage fills up the mem'
bers of the elect, and hath it in the la'
bor of love, and the delicacies of friend
ship, 0 e blessing of society, and the union
of hands and hearts; it hath in it less ot
beauty, but more of safely, than the sin'
gle life; it hath more care, but less dan
ger; it is more merry, and more sad; it is
fuller of sorrows, and fuller of joys; it lies
nnder more burdens, and supported by all
the strength and love of charity, and those'
burdens are delightful. Marriage is the
mother of the world, and preserves king
doms, fills (titles and churches, and heaven
itself. Celibacy, like the fly ia the heart
of an apple, dwells in a perpetual sweet;
r.ess, but sits alone, and is confined and
dies in singularity; but marriage, like the
useful bee, builds a house, and gathers'
sweetness from every flower, and labors
and unites into societ'es and republics, and
sends out colonies, and feeds the wOrld
with delicacies, an I obeys their king, and
exercises many virtues, and promotes the1
interest of mankind, and is that state of
Hood things, to which God hath designed
the present constitution of the world. 7rr'
Editorial WniTiuo. Any one who"
has had to do with the press, is aware that
articles in newspapers are of two' klndsy
namely, those which are writen for a pur
post not avowed, and those which are writ
ten spontaneously, from the impulse and
convictions of a writer's own mind. And
any one who has written articles of both
desciptions is aware, further, that a mart
who is writing with perfect sincerity, writ-'
ing with pure desire to' move, interest, or'
convince, writes better, than when the
necessities cf his vocation compel him to
grind the axe for a party or an individual.'
There is moie or less of axe-grinding
done in every newspaper office in the1
world; and a perfectly independent news'
paner never existed, liut when a man
wr;teS with rwrfect freedom, then, and only"
then, he writes his best. Life of Hortxi
Qreely. - "
Mat Yorj Die Among roca KrsuBEtf
What a woi Id of thought is called up by1
this simple and touching benediction!
Who has not at some time or other, breath
ed it at parting with some dear friend?
Who that has been a wandererfrom the sun'
light of his own happy home, has not felt
its force and acknowledge its beauty? It
is a sad, sad thing lo die among strangers
where the kindness of a mo bar and tne
tenderness of a sister cannot reach us
where there is no kind hand lo smooth tha
dying pillow, no familliar voice to sooth
ihe cold dull ear of death. O, in that
hour, worlds could not buy from us ono
moment at homo wiih those we love bu
whom we may not m. ' again.
An old ladv possessed of a fine foftunev
and noted for'her penchant for tbe use of
figurative expressions, one day assembled
her grand-children, when the following
conversation took place. .
My children' said the1 old lady, -I am the
root and you are the branches. . . ..
Grandma,' said oae,
What my child? ' ' "
'1 was thinking how much better the
branches would flourish if tfi toot wa
under the ground.'