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'WE OO WHERE DEMOCRATIC PRINCIPLES POINT THE WAY J WHEN THE V CEASE TO LEAD, WE CEASE TO FOLLOW.'
BV JOHN G. GIVEN.
E0ENSJ3URG, THURSDAY, OCTOBER 18, 1819.
VOL. 6. NO. 2.
Oh! speak to mo bo more no more-
Nor cast your eight away;
Fof what you think is to adore,
1 foel ii to betray.
Tour words your vowi in rain would hid
Tho truth which I divino,
If wedding me would hurt your pride,
Then, wooing me hurt mine.
Oh! ne'er commit to great a fault.
Nor wrong the vow you've made:
For what you any ii to exalt
I feal is to degrade!
To .make me youra while life endurea.
Must be at God's own shrine;
Ifauch a brida should hurt your prido,
Then such n love hurts mina.
M I S C E L L A 21 230TJS
From Graham' Magazine.
The Curiam lAilvd.
Or Professions Practical and Theoretical.
g - i - - .
BY MRS. CAROLINE H. BUTLER.
The summer passed, and in the bright
month of September, came Hubert Faiiiie
to pass a few weeks beneath the glad roof!
of his parents, whose only ana oeiovea
child he was.
Their warm welcome given, the first
visit of Hubori was to Naomi. They met
as such young and ardent friends meet af
ter an absence of months, and Naomi soon
confided to him her regret that her parents
would not allow her to cultivate the friend
ship of Grace Norton, whom she extolled
in such warm and earnest language, that
Hubert found his curiosity greatly excited
to behold one calling forth such high eulo
giurnfrom the gentle Naomi.
An evening walk was accordingly plan
ned which would lead them near the cot
tage, hop eing by that means to obtain a
glimpse of its fair inmate. Fortune favor
ed them. As they came withim view of
the cottage, a sweet voice was heard
chaunting the evening Hymn of the Virgin
and Hubert and Naomi paused to listen to
as heavenly sounds as ever floated on the
calm twilight cir... Then as the song con
cluded, Grace herself still sweeping her
fairy fingers over the strings to a lively
waltz, sprang out from the little arbor, and
with her hair floating around her like stray
unbeams, her beautiful blue eyes lifted
upward, her white arms embracing thegui
tar, and her graceful figure swaying to the
gay measure Jike a bird upon the treetop,
tripped over the greensward.
Among other amusements which the
deacon held in great abhorence was dan
cing, and Naomi had been taught to look
upon all such exibiiions as vain and sinful.
Yet never. I may venture to
pair of little feet so long to be
say did any j
set at noer- j
ty as did Naomi spat -pat patting
the gravel walk where they stood, urging
their young mistress to bound through
the gate and trip it with those over lit
tle feet twinkling sd fleetly to the merry
The cheeks of Grace rivaled the hue of
June roses, as she. suddenly encountered
the gaze of a stranger; but seeing Naomi,
she hastened to greet her, and thereby
hide her embarrassment. Naomi intro
duced her companion, and then Grace in
vited them to walk into the garden, and
look at her fine show of autumn flowers.
Minutes flew imperceptibly, and ere they
were aware, Hubert and Naomi found
themselves seated in the tasteful parlor of
the cottage listening to another sweet song
from the lips of Grace.
As this is not precisely a love tale, I
may as well admit at once that llubort bo
came deeply enamored of the bewitching
G race, and; ram that evening was a fre
quent and not unwelcome visitor- a fact
which was soon discovered by the deacon
for noting that Hubert came not so often
as was his want to the farm, he set about
to find out what could have so suddenly
turned the footsteps of the young man from
Alavfor his hopes of a son-in-law in
Hubert! ile found those footsteps very
closely on the track of as dainty a patr
of slippers as ever graced the foot of Cin
Nothing could-exceed Ins disappoint
ment; save the pitty he felt for his minister
whose wn he considered rushing blindly
into the snares of the Evil One. Nay so
far did he carry his piUy as to warn Farlie
ot the dereliction of Hubert. But when the
worthy man reproved his uncharitableness
and acknowledged that he could hope for
no greater earthly happiness for his son,
than to see him the husband of bo charm
ing and amiable girl as Grace Norton, the
deacon was perfectly thunderstruck! It
was dreadful -what would the world come
to? In short, almost believing in the
apos'acy of the minister himself, the dea
con went home groaning in spirit, as much
perhaps, for the frustration of his schemes,
as for the 'failing off;' as he termed it, of
the reverend clergyman!
The swift term of vacation expired, and
Hubert returnd to collage. Ilia collegiate
course would end with the next term, and
then it was his wish to commence the
study of law. Mr. Fairlie was, perlwps,
somewhat disapponinted that his son did
not adopt his owu -sac-ad profession; but
he was a man of too much sense to force
the decision of Hubert or thwart his wish
es. He hoped to see him a good man
whatever might be ht3 calling; and if
ever youth gave promise to make glad the
heart of a parent, that youth was Hubert
The intercourse between Grace and Na
omi from 'his time almost wholly ceased,
much to the regret of both. Yet such
were the ordeas of the deacon whose good
will towards the widow and her daughter
was by no means strengthened by the
events of the last four weeks.
The Practical and Theoretical Christian
'Why what have yoa done with Nelly
to-day?' asked Mrs. Humphreys of her
washerwoman, who came every Monday
morning, regularly attended by a little rag
ged, half starved girl of four years old
whose province it was to pick up the
i clothesnids, drive the hens of the bleach. 1
nrt IAAn 1 1 1 r 1- 1 1 1 n i 4 c.r.t 1 . 1 T m r K I
friskey tails- received for her reward a
thin slice of bread and butted, or maybe, if
all things went right, and no thundersqualls
brewed, or sudden hurricanes swept over
the clo3e-fold a piece of gingerbread or a
What, I say, have you done with little
40, ma'am, she has gone to school
only think of it, my poor Nelly has gone
to school! It does seem',' continued Airs.
White, resting her arms on the tub, and
holding suspended by her two hands a
well patched shirt of the deacon's, it
does seem as if the Lord had sen; that
Mrs. Norton here, to be a blessing to the
'Humph!' ejaculated Mrs. Humphreys,
spitefully rattling the dishes.
'Only think,' continued Mrs. White,
'she has given up one whole room in her
house to Miss Grace, who has been round
and got all the children that can't go to
school because their parents are too poor
to send them, and just teaches them for
nothing! God bless I er I say!' ex
claimed the washerwoman, strenously,
her tears mingling with the soap-suds in
to which she now plunged her two arms
so vigeously as to dash the creaming foam
to the ceiling.
Mrs. Humphreys was at once surprised
. anrl a n tr r v . S!i onnh rmt cnncpiio wliv
a lad fike Mrs Norton should do such a
as keep a ragged school, and that too
without pay or profit. She had forgotten i
the words of our blessed Lord, 'JVho shall
receive one such little child in my name,
receiveth me, or 'Inasmuch as ye have
done it unto me. Charity alone, she
urged on her selfish nature,ould not have
influenced Mrs. Norton to put herself to
so much trouble for a troop of noisy, dir
ty half clothed children. No, there must
be some deeper motive some secterian
object, perhaps, to be gained; and impress
ed with this idea, she said tartly.
'I think it is a pretty piece of presump
tion in Mrs. Norton to come here and set
herself up in this way, telling us as it
were of her duty. She is a stranger and
what business is it of hers, I should like
to know, whether the children goto school
O,' Mrs. Humphreys, indeed I think the
of itie Loril guilec her!' said .Mrs.
White. Miss Grace came and asked me
so humbly l.ke, if I would let her teach my
Nelly, and then kissed the little fatherless
child so, so that that O, I could have
worshiped her!' and fresh tears streamed
down the cheeks of the washerwoman.
'Worship a fiddle stick!' exclaimed
Mrs. Humphreys out of all patinece, 'I
know what she wants an artful creature;
yes, she wants to make Nelly to go to her
Poor Mrs. White could not help smil
ing at the idea of attempting to form the
religious creed of a child scarce four years
'Well, if she will only make her as good
as she is, I don't care!' she answered, for
the Bible says, "By their fruit shall ye
Mrs. Humphreys was more shocked at
this. She whispered it to 'Mrs. Smith,
who whispered it to Mrs. Jones, who told
Mrs. Brown, who told all the society, that
the Nortons were wicked, designing people
cometo the village to stir up schism in the
church! Yet all sensible persons, applau
ded the good deed of the widow, and
cheerfully aided her effort. The little
school prospered even more than she had
dared to hope; the children were cheerful
and happy, and those whose parents could
not afford them decent clothing, were gen
erously supplied by Mrs. Norton and
many a happy heart blessed the hour
which brought her among them.
As the thunder which suddenly rends
the heavens when not a cloud on the blue
expanse has heraided the coming storm,
was the calamity which now as suddenly
bur3t over the head of Mrs. Norton.
She retired at night to her peaceful
slumbers, supposing herself the mistress
of thousands. Willi the early dawn there
came letters to the cottage, teiling her that
all her worldly possessions were swept
from her. The man to whose care her
fortune was entrusted, had basely defraud
ed her of every cent, and now a bankrupt
had fled to a foreign land.
The stroke was severe one. She must
have been divine to have resisted the first
shock which the tidings caused her. But
that over, like a brave and noble spirit she
rose to meet it. Her treasures were not
all of earth in heaven her hopes were
garnered; and although henceforth her
path in life might be in rougher spots, and
through darker scenes than it had yet tra
versed, to that heaven she trusted to arrive
It happened, unfortunately, that the
half-yearly rent of the cottage was due that
very week, and Mrs. Norton thus sudden
ly deprived of her expected funds, had no
means to meet it. Where should she raise
two hundred dollars! Her courage, how
ever rose with her trials. A little time to
look into her affairs a little time to form
her plans for the future, and she doubted
not she should be able to liquidate the debt.
UnuseCNo asking for favors, she yet cour
ageously went to Mr. Humphreys, and
stating candidly her inability to meet the
rent, requested a few weeks indulgence.
The deacon was not caught napping.
Evil news always travel with seven-league
boots and long ere Mrs. Norton knocked
at the door of the farm house, it was known
throughout the village that her fortune was
Now the deacon, good man that he was,
was 'given to his idols,' and Mammon
was one. Moreover lie owed the widow
a grudge, as we already know, and the old
leaven of sin was at work beneath the
crust of piety.
He was accordingly well prepared to
receive her. And sorry, very sorry was
the worthy deacon, but he had just then
a most pressing necessity for the rent he
really must have it, if not in cash, perhaps
Mrs. Norton might have some plate to
dispose of: he would be happy to oblige
her in that way, for the Lord forbid that
he should ileal hard with any one but the
amount must be paid when due. Wait
he could not and if the rent was not forth
coming on the day stipulated in the con
tract why why he was very sorry
but he should be obliged to take other
measures, that was all!
Mrs. Norton soiled not her lips by ma
king any reply to this Christian Shylock
on expostulation or entreaty but coldly
bowing, she took her leave.
As soon as she reached home she sent
for a silver smith, brought outlier valuable
tea set doubly so from having been the
marriage gift of her father, requested its
appraisal, and then duly attested as to its
weight and purity, it was forwarded to the
clutches of the deacon.
Mrs. Norton met with a jjreat deal of
sympathy in her misfortunes. During the
few months she had resided among them,
the villagers had learned to love and res
pect her. Even the poor came from their
humble homes, and with looks of sympa
thy and outstretched hands tendered their
offerings their hard earned wages to the
kind lady who had taught their little ones;
they would work for her they would do
anything to serve her. With aswect smile
Mrs- Norton put back their grateful gifts,
and thanked them in gentle tones for their
love to her a far more acceptable boon
than gold could buy.
Again Silver-Fall cottage fell back on the
hands of its owner.
Dismissing her attendants, Mrs. Norton
took a smaller and cheaper house. Her
choice and beautiful furniture she sold,
only retaining sufficient to render her now
humble residence comfortable. The avails
of the sale amounted to several hundred
dollars enough at any rate, she deemed,
for present necessities, while she trusted
in the meantime to find some means of
subsistence by which she and Grace might
Ana Grace, too sweet Grace sang
like a sky lark, and made her little white
hands wonderfully busy in household
matters. Hubert Farlie was yet absent,
though his long and frequent letters brought
joy to the heart of his beloved.
And had Naomi forgotten her friend in
this season of trial? Not so, forbidden as
we have seen from the society of Grace,
all she co 1ld do was to sympathize deeply
in spirit, happy when a chance opportuni
ty brought them together; and those meet
ings, although rare, only served to strength
en the friendseip which united these two
I CHAPTER VI.
The Pestilence. The Curtain Wholly
It wa-pw the middle of October.
"Filled wjis tho'air with q dreamy and magical
light, and the landscape
Lay os if new created, iu all tho frchno6s of
All so'ind were in harmnny b!cnied.
Voices of children at play the crowing of
cocks is the farm-yard.
Whirr of wings in tho drowsy air and the coo
ing of jugoons,
All were subJued and low s.3 tho murniur of
When suddenly the Angel of death folded
his dark wings, and sat brooding over tho
peaceful, pleasant village of Grassmere.
i A terrible and .malignant fever swept
! through the town, spreading from house to
! house, like the fire which consumes dry
I grass and the bright fresh flowers of the
praries. via ana young, husband, wife
and child, were alike brought low. There
were not left in all the village those able
to attend upon the sick. From the church
es solemnly tolled the funeral bells, as one
by one, youth and age, blooming child
hood and lovely infancy, were borne to
the grave-yard no longer solitary for
the foot of the mourner pressed heavily
over its grass grown paths.
Still the contagion raged, "until the self
ishness of poor human nature triumphed
over the promptings of kindness and char
ity. People grew jealous of each other;
neighbor shunned neighbor;
Silo nco reigned in the streets
Hosts no smoke from the roofs gleamed no
light from tire windows."
Save the dim midnight lamp which from
almost every house betokened the plague
None had shut themselves up closer
from fear of infection than Deacon Hum
phreys. His gates grew rusty, and the
grass sprang up in paths about his dwel
ling. And yet the Destroyer found him
out, and like a hound long scenting its
prey, sprang upon the household with ter
First the pure and gentle Naomi sank
beneath the stroke, and ere the setting of
the same day's sun, Mrs. Humphreys her
self was brought nigh the grave.
Like one demented, pale with agony and
terror, the deacon rushed forth into the
deserted streets to seek for aid. His dear
ones his wife and child were perhaps dy
ing: where, where should he look for re
lief where, where find some kind hand to
administer to their necessities.
At ever' house he learned a tale of woe
equal to his own. Some wept while they
told of dear ones now languishing upon
the bed of pain, or bade him look upon the
marble brow of tneir dead. Others grown
callous, and worn out with sorrow and fa
tigue, refused all aid, while some, through
excess of fear, hurriedly closed their doors
Thus he reached the end of the village,
and then the small, neat cottage of Mrs.
Norton met his view, nestling down amid
the overshadowing branches of two vener
able elms. From the day he had almost
thrust her from his gate, with cold looks
and unflinching extortion, Mrs. Norton
and the deacon had not met, and now the
time had come when he was about to ask
from her a favor upon which perhaps his
whole earthly happiness might rest a fa
vor from her, whom in his strength and
her dependence he had scorned. Would
she grant it? He hesitated would she
not ratiier, rejoicing in her power now, re
venge the slights he felt he had so often
and so undeservedly cast upon her. But
he remembered the sweet, calm look
which beamed from her eyes, and his
courage grew with the thought.
Putting away the luxuriant creeper
which wound itself from the stiil green
turf to the roof of 'the cottage, hanging in
graceful festoons, and tinged with the bril
liant dyes of autumn, seemed like wreaths
of magnificent flowers thus suspended, the
deacon knocked hesitatingly at the door.
It opened, and Mrs. Norton stood before
him, pale wiih watching fcr like an an
gel of mercy had she passed from house
to house, since the first breaking out of
the scourge. In faltering accents he told
his errand; and O, how like a dagger did
it pierce his heart, when with a counte
nance beaming with pity and kindness,
and speaking words of comfort, the widow
put on her bonnet and followed his fleet
footsteps to his stricken home.
All night, like a ministering angel, did
she pass from one sick couch to the other,
tenderly soothing the ravings of fever,
moistening their parched lips with cool,
refreshing drinks, fanning their fevered
brows and smoothing ihe couch mad unea
sy by their restless motions.
Unable to bear the scene, the deacon
betook him in his hour of sorrow to his
closet, where all through the dreary watch
es of night he prayed this cup of affliction
might pass from him. II is heart was
subdued. He saw that like the proud
Pharisee he had exalted himself, thanking
God he icas not as other men.
At early dawn came Grace also to in
quire after her suffering Naomi, and find
ing her so very ill, earnestly besought her
mother that she might be allowed to share
the task of nursing her. Mrs. Norton had
no fears for herself, 3-et when she looked at
her beautiful child, she trembled; but her
eyes fell upon the bed where poor Naomi
lay mourning in all the delirium of high
fever, and her heart reproached her for
her momentary selfishness. Removing
the bonnet of Grace, she tenderly kissed
her pure brow, and then kneeling down,
with folded hands she prayed, Thy will,
O Lord, not mine, be done! Take her in
thy holy keeping, and do with her as thou
From that Grace left not the bedside of
On the third day Mrs. Humphreys died.
Her last sigli was breathed on the bosom
of the woman whom she had taught her
daughter to shun.
For many days it seemed as if death
would claim another victim; 'et God mer
cifully spared Naomi to her bereaved fa
ther; very slowly she recovered, but nei
ther Mrs. Norton nor Grace left until she
was able to quit her bed.
Y ith the death of Mrs. Humphreys,
the pestilence staid its ravages, while, as
a winding sheet, the snows of winter now
enshrouded the fresh-turned clods in the
late busy grave-vard.
The eyes of Deacon Humphreys were
opened. He became an altered man. He
saw how mistaken had been his views,
and that it is not the profession of any
sect or creed which makes the true Chris,
tian, and that if all are alike sincere in
love to God, all may be alike received.
I have said this was no love tale, there
fore by merely stating that in the course
of a twelvemonth Hubert Farlie and Grace
were united, I close my simple story.
From the London Punch, Sept. 22.
la For It How lo get out cf it.
Once on a time there was a gentleman
who won an elephant in a raffle.
It was a very fine elephant, and very
cheap at the price the gentleman paid for
But the gentleman had no place to put
Nobody would take it off his hands.
He couldn't afford to feed it.
He was afraid of the law if he turned it
loose into the streets.
He was too humane to let it starve.
He was afraid to shoot it.
In short, he was in a perplexity very
natural to a gentleman with moderate
means, a small house, common feelings
of humanity and an elephant.
France has one her elephants at Rome.
She has brought back the Pope.
She is at her wits' end what to do with
She can't abet the Pope and the Cardi
nals, because she interfered in the cause of
She' can't abet the Republicans, because
she interfered in the cause of the Pope and
She can't act with Austria, because Aus
tria is absolute.
She can't act against Austria, because
France is conservative and peaceful.
Siie can't continua her army in Rome,
because it is not treated with respect.
She can't withdraw her army from Rome
because that it be lo stultify herself.
She can't go forward, because she in
sisted on the Roman people going back
ward. She can't go backward, because the
French people insist on her going forward.
She can't choose the wrong, because
public opinion forces her to the right.
She can't choose the right, because her
own dishonesty has forced her to the
In one word, she is on ihi horns of a di
lemma, and the more she twists, tiie more
sharply she feels the points on which she
is impaled, like a cock-chafer in a cabinet,
for the inspection of the curiou3 in the
lighter and more whirligig specks of polit
Poor France will nobody tako her
precious bargain off her hand?? Rome is
her bottle imp. She bought it dear enough;
but can't get rid of it at any price.'
Before the presidential election, Gen.
Taylor constantly affirmed that he would
not be the President of a party. Since
the election more people have concluded
that they will not be the party of such a
Rather an amusing hog case was told
us by a legal gentleman recendy, which
for the benefit of our readers, we make
public, without mentioning the names of
the parties. On the confines of the town
live two small farmers, each, among other
things, engaged in the rearing of hogs.
One is an honest German, the other an
Englishman. Not long ago the German
missed from his pen several hegs with pe
culiar marks and spots, which he thought
he could recognise any where; and, after
a diligent search, thej or what was sup.
posed to Le them, were discovered by the
German's son (Hans) in the pen cf his
neighbor, the Englishman. Claim was
immediately made by the one for their re
storation; but Mas stoutly refused by the
other, who maintained that lie had raised
them from infant piggery to their then
condition. A suit for their recovery was
the result; lawyers were engaged, and the
case came before a magistrate for his deci
sion. Hosts of witnesses were examined on
each tide. On the part of the German, it
was proved that his hogs wereof the same
color and spots; that an old dog, with bat
onetootn, had bitten one of them in the
car, and the mark was shown, &c. The
Englishman proved by an equal array of
testimony, the littering of the pigs, the
careful bringing of them up to hogdom;
the cutting ot the dog-bitfen hog s ear with
a knife with a broken blade, &c. It wr s
a most doubtlul case. Ihe two women
who claimed before Solomon the mother
ship of the child were not more positive in
their assertions than were the two litigants
as to the ownership of the hogs in ques
tion. The testimony was 60 nicely bal
anced that the justice was bothered how
to decide. The lawyers on each sids
made the most earnest declamation, as to
the rights of their clients. At last, the
German's law)er (who was but a young
disciple of Blackstone, and this was his
first case) was seized with a lucky thought.
He desired the son cf the German to be
recalled. Hans stepped forth. He was
asked if he was not in the habit of calling
the hoga, and did they not answer his call.
He answered 'Yes.' 'And now, Hans,
said the lawyer, 'did you call them in En
lish or German?' 'Me calls dem in Deitch,'
replied Hans. Resort was immediately
had to the Englishman's hog-yard. Hans
called the hogs 'in Deitch,' and lo! those
which the German claimed were the only
ones which came forth at Hans German
call. The effect was irrisistible. Judg
ment was immediately rendered for the
German, and the hogs ordered to be restor
ed to him. Whether any further legal
steps are to be taken in the matter we
have not learned. Wash. Republic.
When the question of the emblems and
devices for our national arms was before
the old Congress, a member from the south
warmly opposed the eagle, as a monarch
ical bird. The king of birds could not
be a suitable representation of a country
whose institutions were founded in hostil
ity to kings. The late Judge Thatcher,
then a representative from Massachusetts,
in reply, proposed n goose, which he said
was a most humble and republican bird,
and would in other respects prove advan
tageous, inasmuch as the gosling would be
convenient to put on the ten cent pieces,
&.c. The laughter which lollowed at the
expense of the Southerner was more than
he could bear. He constructed this good
humored irony into an insult, and sent a
challenge. The bearer delivered it to Mr.
Thatcher, whojreadand returned it to him,
observing that he would not accept it.
What, will you be branded as a coward?
Yes, sir, if he please; I always was a cow
ard, and ho knew it, or he never would
have challenged me. The joke was too
I good to be resisted even by the angry par
! t. It occasioned infinite mirth in the
Congressional circles, and the former cor
dial and gentlemanly intercourse between
the parties was restored in a manner high
furious Caw of Insanity.
There is a man in Cincinnati, who is
quite sane in every point but one; he fan
cies he can understand the hog language
and insists thut lie has even hrard them
concocting plans to seize th city. He
iia-s repeatedly called at tho Mayor's off
ice and surprised him by the rarnest and
serious manner in u h:ch he made the
cornmu:vcation. as he had known thesin
oular being to hove once hem a worthy
and respectable citizen. Tiiis man own.
ed property near these hog pens, and his
business being of a public nature, it suffer
ed in consequence of its vicinity to an of
fensive" nuisance. Inquiry and subse
quent facts proved thai the annoyance S3
worked upon his weak mind as to cntirs
ly derange his reason.