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VOL XVIL-NO, 19.
THE TWO WORLDS.
From the Dublin University Magazine.
Two worlds there are. To one our eyes we
strain—
Whose magic jovs we shall not see again;
Bright haze of morning veils its glimmering
shore.
Ah truly breathed we there
Intoxicating air— . . #
we re oar hearts in that sweet realm of
Nevermore.
The lover there drank her delicious breath
Whose lore has yielded since to change or
death;
The mother kissed her child, those days are
o’er.
Alas! too soon have fled
The irreclaimable dead;
We see them—visions strange—amid the
Nevermore.
The merry song some maiden need to sing—
The brown, brown hair that once was wont to
ding
To temples long clay-cold; to the very core
They strike oar weary hearts,
As some vexed memory & tarts
From that long faded land—the realm oi
Nevermore.
It is perpetual summer there. Bnt here
Sadly we may remember rivers dear
And harebells quivering on the meadow
floor.
For brighter bells and bluer,
For tender hearts and truer
People that happy land—the realm of
Nevermore.
Upon the frontier of this shadowy land
We pilgrims of eternal sorrow stand;
What realm lies forward with its happier
shore
Of forests green and deep,
Of valleys hushed in «leep.
And lakes most peaceful ? Tis the land
Of evermore.
Very far off its marble cities seem—
Very far off—beyond our sensual dream—
Its woods unruffled by the wild winds’
roar;
Tet does the turbulent surge
Howl on its very verge.
One moment—and we breathe within tne
Evermore.
Those whom we loved and lost so long ago
Dwell in those cities far from mortal woe—
Haunt those fresh woodlands whence sweet
carollngs soar,
Eternal pieace have they;
God wipes their tears away :
They drink that River of Life that flows
from
Evermore
Thither we hasten through these regions dim;
But lo! the wide wings of the Beraphim
Shine in the snnset. On that joyons shore
Our lighted hearts shall know
The life of long ago;
The sorrow-burdened post shall fade for
Evermore.
THE COINERS.
From the Diary of a Detective.
During the year 1847 the West was
flooded with a counterfeit coin. It was so
well manufactured that it passed readily.
The evil at last became so great that the
United States authorities requested that a
skillful deteotive might be sent to ferret
out the nest of coiqers. I was fixed upon
to perform that doty.
I had nothing to guide me. The tact,
however, that Chicago was the city where
the counterfeit coin was most abundant,
led me to suspect that the manufactory
was somewhere within its limits. It was,
therefore, to the capital of the West that I
proceeded. I spent five weeks in the city
without gaining the slightest clue to the
counterfeiters.
I began to grow discouraged, and really
thought I should be obliged to return home
without having achieved any result One
day I received a letter from my wife re
questing me to send some money, as she
was out of funds. I went to tie bank and
asked for a draft, at the same time handing
a sum of money to pay for it, in which
there were several half dollars. The clerk
pushed three of them back to me, saying,
“Counterfeit >’
“What!”said I, “you don’t mean to
tell me those halt dollars are counterfeit?”
“Ido.”
“ Are you oertain ?”
“ Perfectly certain. They are remark
ably well executed, but are deficient in
weight. See for yourself. ”
And be plaoed one of them in the bal
ance against a genuine half dollar, and the
latter brought np the former.
“ This is the beet counterfeit ooin l ever
saw in my life,” I exclaimed, examining
them closely. “Is all the counterfeit
money in circulation here of the same
character as this ?”
“ O drer, no,” the clerk replied, “it is
not nearly so well done. These are the
work of the famous New York counterfeit
er, Ned Willett. I know them well, for I
have handled a great many in my time
Here is some of the money that is circu
lating here,” he added, taking half dollars
from a drawer. “You see that the mill
ing is not so well done as Ned Willett’s,
although this is pretty good too.”
I compared the two and found that he
was right. I supplied the place of the
three counterfeits with good coin, end re
turned the former to my pocket.
A few days after this I received infor
mation which caused me to take a journey
to a small village about thirty miles from
Chicago. I arrived there at night and
took up my quarters at the only tavern in
the place. It was a wretched dwelling,
and kept by an old man and woman, the
surliest couple, I think, it ever been
my lot to meet. In answer to whether I
could have a lodging there that night, I
noticed that the host gave a particular
look at his wife, and after some whisper
ing I was informed in the most ungracious
manner pomibte that I could have a bed.
I have frequently in the course of my
life been obliged to put up with wretohed
accommodations, so I did not allow my
equanimity of temper to be destroyed by
the miserable sleeping apartments into
whioh I was ushered after I had finished
my repast.
The chamber was of small size, and cer
tainly well ventilated, for I could see the
stars through the roof. The bed was sim
ply a bag of straw, thrown into one corner
of the room, without sheet or covering of
any kind. This last fact, however, was
not much consequence, as it was summer
and oppressively hot.
I stood for more than an hour gazing
out of the opening which served for a win
dow. Before me was an immense prairie,
the limits of whioh I could not see. The
tavern in whioh I had taken np my abode
appealed to be isolated from all other
dwellings, and save the croak of the tree
toad and the hum of the locust, not a
sound reached my ear. It was a beauti
ful moonlight night, so bright that I could
see to read the smallest print
At last I began to grow weary, and
throwing myself on my pallet I was soon
plunged in deep slamber.. How long I
slept I know not, bat I was awakened by
a dull sound, which resembled some one
hammering in the distance. I suppose it
was the peculiarity of ttie sound whioh
awoke me, for it was by no means load,
but conveyed to me the idea of some one
striking iron with a muffled hammer. I
rose from my bed and went to the window.
The moon was now in the western horizon,
by whioh fact I knew that it mast be near
morning. The sound I have before referr
ed to reached me more distinctly than
when in the baok part of the chamber. It
appeared to oorae from some outhouses
whioh were situated a hundred yards from
the house.
Now I am naturally of an inquiring
mind, and this sound, occurring as it did
in the middle of the night, piqued my
curiosity, and I felt an * irrepressible de
sire to go out and disoover the cause of it
The desire, as the sound continued, grew
upon me with such intensity that I re
solved to gratify it at any price. ‘
I put on my boots, the only article of
attire I bad discarded, and cautiously
opened the door of my chamber and noise
lessly descended the rickety staircase. A
tew steps brought me into the lower ap
partment, which I found entirely deserted.
I crept quietly to the window, and unfast
ening it without making the slightest
noise, was soon in the moonlight
Not a soul was visible, but the sound I
have mentioned grew much more distinct
as I approached the plaoe from whenoe it
proceeded. At last I found myself before
a long, low building, through the orevioes
of which I could peroeive a lurid glare
issuing. I stooped down and peeped
through the key-hole, and to my extreme
surprise I saw half a dozen men, with their
ooats off and sleeves np, performing a va
riety of strange occupations. Some were
working at a forge, others were superin
tending the casting of moulds, and some
were engaged in the prooess of mining
ooin. In n moment the whole truth burst
upon me. Here was the gang of coun
terfeiters I was in search of, ana the land
lord and his wife evidently belonged to
the same band, for in one corner I per
ceived them employed,—the man polish
ing off some half dollar pieces, and the
woman was packing the finished coin into
rolls.
I had seen enongh and was about to re
turn to my apartment, 'when I suddenly
felt a heavy hand pressed on my shoulder,
and turning my head around, to my hor
ror found myself in the grasp of as ill
looking a scoundrel as ever escaped the
gallows.
“ What are you doing here, my good
tellow?” be exclaimed giving me a shake.
“ Taking a stroll by moonlight,” Ire
plied, endeavoring to retain my compo
sure.
“Well, perhaps you will just take a
stroll inside, will you ?” returned the ruf
fian, pushing open the door, and dragging
me in after him.
All the inmates of the barn immediate
ly stopped work and 'rushed toward us
when they saw me.
“Why, what’s all this ? ” they exclaimed.
“ A loafer I found peepin' outside.” said
my captor.
“ He* a traveler that came to the tav
( era last night and asked for lodging; the
* last I saw of him he was safe in bed,” said
the landlord.
The men withdrew to a corner of the
apartment, leaving one to keep guard over
me. I soon saw they were in earnest
consultation, and wens evidently debating
some important question. The man keep
ing guard over me said nothing, but soowl
ed fiercely. I had not said a angle word
SAINT PAUL. FRIDAY. NOVEMBER 10, 1865* ’
during all the time I had been in the barn.
I was aware that whatever I might say
would in all probability do more harm
than good, and it has always been a max
im of mine, to hold my tongue when in
donbt At last the discussion seemed to
be ended, for the blackest of the whole
came forward, and without any introduo
.tion, exclaimed, —
“I say, stranger, look here, you most
die!”
I did not move a muscle or utter a
word.
“ You have found oat oar secret, and
dead men tell no tales.”
I was silent.
“We will give you ten minutes to say
your prayers, and also allow you the priv
ilege of being shot or hung.”
Suddenly an idea struck me. I remem
bered something that might save my life.
I burst into a violent fit of laughter, in feet
it wu hysterical, but they did not know
it. Tihey looked at one another in amaze
ment
“Well, he takes f it mighty 0001, any
how,” said one.
“Sappoee he don’t think we are in ear
nest,” said another.
“Gome, stranger, you had better say*
your prayers,” said the first speaker, 'time
flies.”
My only reply was a fit of laughter
more violent than the first.
“The man’s mad,” they exclaimed.
“Or drunk,” said some.
“Well, boys,” cried I, speaking for the
first time, “this is the best joke I have
ever seen. What, hang a pal?”
“A pal—you a pal?"
“ I ain't nothin' else,” was my elegant
rejoinder.
“Wbat’s yonr name?”
“Did you ever hear of Ned Willett ?” I
replied.
“You may be certain of that. Ain’t he
the heed of our profession ?”
“Well, then, I'm Ned. ”
“Yon Ned Willett?” they all exclaimed
at once.
“You may bet your life on that, ” I re
turned, swaggering up to the corner
where I had seen the old woman coanting
and packing the oouuterieit half dollars.
Fortune favored me. None of the men
present had ever seen Ned Willett, al
though his reputation was well known to
them, and my swaggering, insolent man
ner had somewhat thrown them off their
guard, yet I could plainly see that their
doubts were not all removed.
“ And yon call these thing* well done,
do yoa ?” I asked, taking np a roll of the
money. “ Well, all I have to say is that if
you cant do better than this, you had
better shut up shop—that's all.”
“Gan you show us any better ?” asked
one of the men.
“ I rather think I can. If I couldn’t,
I’d hang myself. ”
“Let’s see it,” they all cried.
This was my last coup , and one on which
my life depended.
“Look here, gentlemen,” I exclaimed,
taking one of the counterfeit half dollars
from my pocket that bad been rejected at
the bank, “ here is my last job; what do
you think of it?”
It was handed hand-to-hand, some say
ing it was no counterfeit at all, and some
saying it was.
“ How will you prove it ia a counter
feit?” asked one.
“ By weighing it witu a genuine one,” I
replied.
This plan was immediately adopted and
its character proved.
“ Perhaps be got this by accident,” I
heard a man whisper to another.
“Try these,” I said, taking the other
two out of my pocket.
All their doubts now vanished.
“ Beautiful!” exclaimed some. “ Very
splendid! ” said others.
When they had examined them to their
satisfaction, they all cordially took me by
the hand, every particle of donbt having
vanished from their minds. I earned on
my part well. Some questions were occa
sionally asked me involving some technic
alities of the busine*-: these, however, I
avoided, by stating t at I was on a jour
ney, and would rather take a glass of
whisky than answer questions. The whis
ky was produced and we made a night of
it. It was not until morning dawned that
we separated.
The next day I returned to Chicago and
brought down the necessary assistance, and
captured the whole gang of counterfeiters
in the very act. The den was broken up
forever, and most of them were con
demned to serve a term in the State
Prison.
I have those half-dollars still in my pos
session, and never intend to part with
them, for they werd certainly the means of
saving my life.
Hogk Squashes—We were shown this morn
ing, some of the hugest squashes we have ever
seen, as the production or the soil in this city.
They woe raised by M. J. Laird. The largest
one measures five feet in circumference, and
weighs sixty-fire pounds. Another one is tour
feet nine inches around, and weighs fifty-five
pounds. Mr. Laird raised a wagon load of
these squashes from a space of ground two
rods square. Beat that, ye garden croakers.—
IFinona KepmbHam.
Natural History of Babies.
Babies are of two kinds, male and fe
male, and are usually put up in packages
of one, though sometimes two, in. which,
cases they are oalled twins, when nearly of
the same age. They are not confined* to
any particular locality, but are found plen
tifully distributed over all parts of the in
habited countries. Their twee are various
and have a wide range. We have known
them aa young as *tis easy to calculate
time on a watch dial, and then again we
have seen them where they have acquired
the healthy age of with a fair
prospect of advancing still further into*
babyhood. Their weight depends a greet
deal on their heft; hut as they have
twenty-one years to grow ia before it eests
them anything, it don’t matter so* mush
how big they happen to be when they
commence.
Probably babiee have more pet names
than any other article of their size. In
the tender yean of life, say the first two,
they are lovingly addressed by such en
dearing names as Old Beautiful, Sweet
ness, Honeyoomb, Him Darling, Papa's
Hope, Old Ble«ed, Mamma's Joy, Noble
Andsoms, supposed to be a contraction of
Old Handsome, and hundreds of other
appellations whioh we never could trans
late.
For several yean, until they get old
enough to play out of doers and soil their
feoes, their lives are one long continuous
game of Copenhagen, everybody laboring
under the delusion that all babies are for
is to kiss, consequently, to see one is to
kiss it We cannot recollect of ever find
ing ourself in the presence of a baby, but
what the mother would say to it, “Now be
a good little deary, and give gentleman a
nice kiss.” Of course we accept it,
though kissing ain’t our forte. We are
naturally modest, and don't care to be
seen kissing anybody. We don’t hanker
after it aa some of oar friends do. We
are willing to kiss a pretty girl occasion
ally for her mother’s sake, or even for her
own, rather than have any trouble, yet
think, if said pretty girl owed ns a mss,
we should much prefer to have it remain
on interest to having it paid when it be
came due; we should never present our
bill and demand payment—not if we con
tinued perfectly sane. We understand
that there are quite a number of persons
who differ from ns in regard to kissing;
if so let them differ, we cannot stop to
argue the point, as our subject treats of
babies.
The monotony of babies* lives Is varied
by such little incidents as an attack of the
measles, mumps or croup. We would not
neglect to speak of cutting teeth. A baby
that has safely got through all these infan
tine troubles is considered worth some
seventy-five dollars more than one who has
them in prospect. The diseases are, how
ever, easily treated, and in case of the
measles all that is neoeseary is to have
them “ break out ” well, and see to it that
they dost “strike in.” With mumps,
just let them “ mump ” round a day or two*
and they will oome out all right. With the
croup it is neoeseary to “ strike ile gen*
erally, “goose ile "-and it applied in sea
son, twill soon lubricate the throat with
out much trouble. Gutting teeth rue
longer than either of the other riisoasca,
yet by a timely investment in a rubber ring
and rattle yon get rid of a doctor's bilL
When we were young, we cut oar teeth on
a silver dollar, bat aa dollars are now made
of paper, they don’t stand the wear and
tear of a whole set of teeth, and it is
cheaper in the end to invest in a rubber
ring.
Learning to walk and talk are two
achievements about whioh too much can
not be said. The walking, though it is a
mere nothing compared with talking, yet
it ia more dangerous, and accidents oftener
ooonr; still they acquire the art with neo
essary breaking of some crockery or fur
niture whioh they frantically clutch in or
der to save a fall. Daring the season of
practicing, nothing can drop in the boose,
or at least noise be made, but what mother
will not drop whatever she has in Ler hand
aad cry out: “There goes Willie: what
has he done now ? ” and rash to the scene
of action to find a flower-pot on the floor,
and Willie engaged in scattering its con
tents about the room. After clearing np
the debris, the mother returns to her work,
thanking her stars that it was only a choioe
verbena that was ruined and not Willie*
neck.
Their conversation in the beginning is
little difficult to understand. They ab
breviate a great deal, and throw aside all
pronouns as perfectly useless. Listening
to their talk is like attending an Italian
Opera; one hears the noise, but cannot
understand what it means. The first
“ papa ” or ** mamma,’ distinctly spoken,
is worth five dollars to either of the de
lighted parents. Babiee must not only
talk themselves, but must be talked to ;
and the amount of baby talk used in a
common sized family is prodigious. Ba
by* appearance opens a new field to aIL
The old bands who have seen babies be
fore converse in the language quite fluent
ly, but tis ludicrous to hear a beginner
ndertake to master this difficult tongue,
i alking baby talk is an art whioh few ever
acquire to perfection, though, by a con
stant practice, the most stupid can par
tially acquire it, yet it takes two or three
generations of babies to make a perfect
linguist.
The effect a baby produoes on a family,
no matter how sober stud' family may be,
is weadsrftd to behold. It completely
tune the heads of aIL If any particular
one behave more insane, or is carried
away more than the rest, we think grand
ma will bear off the palm, although pa,
ma, grandpa, aunt, uncle, and a long list
of oousius are not oounted oat by any
meana. We think the mother aotsthe
meat though even she baa her
weak points in regard to baby, and will
occasionally exhibit a traoe of insanity
when dilating upon his charms and aooem
pKjahments.
The effect babiee have on. progression is
sett-evident. No one ever knew a baby
inferior to any preceding baby. On the
oontrary, each one is a little in advance
of any yet born; and when- we think of
the vast numbers yet to be, and how eve
ry one will be a trifle superior to its pre
decessor, what a glorious future awaits us!
Wa shall eventually reach perfection
How can these persons who believe that
we retrograde instead of progress, recon
cile this fact with their absurd theory ?
Some people, a little enthusiastic, look
upon a baby “ as a thing of beauty and a
joy forever.” Now we have seea some
whom we thought had a liberal discount
on their beauty and their “joy forever "
would quickly vanish on having to oom
menoe to cry and “ refuse to be comfort
ed,” when left in oar and wa
busily engaged in reading and writing.
It mast be oomforting to a man, no mat
ter how ugly or despised he may be, to
think he was onoe a baby, beloved by a
lar;e circle of relatives and friends. It is
a oomfort we would not deny him. There
are qnite a number of this world's people
who were not loving babies a great while;
they arrived at years when people cease to
love them qnite early in life, and have
never been babies since.
Babies resemble wheat in many respects.
Firstly—neither are good for much till
they arrive at maturity. Seoondly—both
are bred in the bouse; also the flower of
the family. Thirdly—both have to be
cradled. Fourthly—both are generally
well thrashed before they are done with.
\
Daniel O’Gonnell.
How He Sfielehcd a Termagant.
One of the drollest scenes of vituperation
that the late Daniel OLonnell ever fijfored in,
took place in the es j part of his life. Not
long after he was called to the bar, his peculiar
character and talents received speedy recogni
tion from all who knew him. His talent for
vituperative language was by some, even then,
considered matchless. However, there was at
that time in Dublin a certain woman—Biddy
Moriarty by name—who had a huckster’s stall
oßioae end of the quarry, nearly opposite the
Four Courts. She was a virago of the first or
der. very able with her fists, and atm more
formidable with her tongue.
From one end of Dublin to the other she
wm notorious for her powers of abuse, and
even in Aa provinces Mrs. Moriarty* language
had passed into currency. The dictionary of
Dublin slang had been considerably enlarged
by Isr, and her voluble impudence had almost
become proverbial.
Some of OtlonneU’s friends, however,
thought he could heather at the use of her
own weapons. Of this, however, he had
some doubts himself when he had listened
once or twice to some minor specimens of her
billingsgate.
It was mooted once whether the young Ker
ry banister coaid encounter her, and one of
the company (in O’ConneH’s presence) rather
ridiculed the idea of his being able to meet ttw
famous Biddy.
O'Connell never liked the idea of his being
pat down, and so be confessed Ms.readiness to
encounter her, and even hacked himself for the
match.
The affair was soon spoken of publiely, and
bets were offered and taken, and it was decid
ed that the matter should come off at once.
The party adjourned to the hucksters stall;
and there was the owner herself, aaperintead
ing the sale of her small wares. A few loung
ers and ragged Idlers were also hanging round
the stall, for Biddy was a "character, and, in
her way, was one of the sights of Dublin.
Dan was very confident of success. He had
laid a very ingenious plan for overcoming her,
and, with all the anxiety of an ardent experi
mentalist, waited to pat It in practice. At this
time O’Connell* own party aad the loungers
about the place formed an audience unite suffi
cient to rouse Mrs. Moriarty, on pome provo
cation, to a due exhibition of her scolding
powers.
O’Coonell walked up to her stall and com
menced the attack by saying: ,
" What* the price of this walking stick,
Mrs. What’s-your-name ?”
" Moriarty. sir. is my name, and a good eoe
it is, too, and what have you to. say agio it?
Wan and-eixpence is the price of the stick.
Troth, it’s chape as dirt, so it is.”
“ One-and-eixpenee for sach a walking-stick!
Whew! why, you are no better than an im
poster to ask one-and-sixpence for what coat
only two pence.”
“Tuppence, your grandmother!” replied
Biddy. ”Do you mane to say that it* chate
ing the people lam ? An imposter, indade!’
“ Ay, imposter; and U’a that I call yon to
your teeth!”
“ Come, cut your shtick, ye eantankerooa
owld badger iv a jackanapes.”
“ Keep a civil tongue in your head, too old
diagonal,” replied Dan, coolly.
“ Sthop yer jaw. yon mug-nosed skunk; or,
by this and that, 111 make you lep.”
“Don’t be in a passion, my old radius.
Ange* wtl only wrinkle your beauty.”
“ By the body, H you aay another word of
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a Madagascar
with fine language; you* old
parallelogram.”
“ Whavs that you call me, you maturin'
vflyun ?" roared Biddy, stung into fury.
"I call yon,” said he, " a parallelogram, aui
a Dublin jury would say it* no libel to. call
yon so.”
“O, tare and on ns! O, holy Biddy! that
an honest woman like me should be called'a
parry-beUygrom to her facet I’m nous of
bird; yon cowardly, rare sing. jlatfttiftieng
. * yon; indeed! ” retorted OXToimelL
, “ Why, I sappose you’ll deny yoa: Beep a
rascally hypetbenusemyear house!!’
"It’s a Be for yoa, yoa bloody robbent I
never had such a thing in my house* yon
swindling owld thief and eheny-snonted.de
ludheaer!”
"Why, all the neighbors know very well
that yon keep not only* hypothesise; but
that yon have two diameters locked' op in
your 3 ?garret, and that yon go to walk with
them every Sunday, yon heartless old. hepta
gon!”
"Oh, hear that, ye saints in glory! Oh,
that* bad language for a fallow that wants
to pass himself off for a jjntleman. May the
devil tty away wid yon, you micher bom Mon
ster, and make celery sauce-Cram* yonr rotten
limbs L”
“Ah, yon can’t deny the charge, you misera-
He sobmaldple of a duplicate ratio r
"Go rinse yonr month in the Liffy, yoa nasty
tickle-pitcher. After all the bad words yon
spake, it enght to be filthier than your 6c**,
yon dirty chicken of Beelzebub IT
"Rinse yonr month yow wicked old n ■.
ETo- the deucel pitete non, yon bin.
intersection of fool and stinking
"Ton saucy tinker’s apprentioe, if yon don’t
cease yonr jaw, 111—”
But here she gasped for breath, unable to
hawk np any more words; for the last volley of
O’Connell had nearly knocked the wind oat of
her.
" While I haves tongue I’ll abase you, yon
most inimitable periphery. Look at ner,
boys ! There she stands—a convicted perpen
dicular in petticoats! There’s contamination
in her circumference, and she trembles with
guilt down to the extremities of her corolla.
• lies. Ah! yon are found out at last, yoa rec
tilineal antecedent and equiangular old hag (:
Tis yon the devil will fly away with, you por
ter-swigging similitude of the bisection of a
vortex!” 4”
Overwhelmed with this torrent of language,
Mrs. Moriarty waa silenced. Catching np the
saucepan, she was aiming It at O’Connell*
head, when he very prudently aaade a timely
retreat. . .
"Yon have won the wager, O'Qonnell,”
cried the men who proposed the contest,
"Here’s your bet.”
Woßmu Hawk.
There ® scarcely in the whole scope of
our enjoyment—it is a bold, bold assert!
but oh, how true L—a sensation, mote de
lightful than that arising from the warm
touch of woman* hand. Its very delicacy
and weakness, as it glides into a more
strong and manly grasp, is a-fit emblem
of the just confidence ttw heart is ao desir
ous to bestow upon its destined protector.
And while the nerves thrill over the soft
fingers and the electricity of pasafoo ia fir
ing every vehr— while a spirit rieher and;
more refined than thought itself/flatten in
the boeoro—how the heart seems striving
to expand itself into that unutterable
eostaoy of being, so seldom felt—so im
possible to be described.
Header, invoke, we pray thee, the aid
of memory, and let her recall i? moonlight
fitftilnres, the soenes of thy oourtehfp—thy
April mornings of hope and fenr— offeree
joy and passion. Let those visions of MB*
again arise in the shadowy review„likstfce
springing afresh of a rainbow fountain
—thou wilt own that whether the
luxuries of art, screened by e friendly
shade from the strict scrutiny ef the bril
liant im —Jjft,fa pf nr
tore* untamed magnifioenoe—if thou
oooldst bnt win the oonfldencio of her thou
loveet, eo seemingly unconscious it had
eoouped her meideofy keeping, she would
trust her timid bund in thorn, thy thoughts
were flooded with delight—thy very bosom
glowed with a generous rapture.
Oh! how you then swore to thy heart
ef hearts (a vewmere holy, ihore pore than
that of the altar) to protect, to oem
fort her—to minister to her joys, to bo her
guide, her all in all? If thou didst not,
thou wast no lover.
Perchance with the soft reminiscence of
stolen glances (the first effect of unpledged
love, timid speeches and ardent vows,)
comes the withering thought of feith brok
en, looks estranged and vows forgotten—
the ©old countenance, the haughty answer,
disdainful smile.
MASSACHUSETTS * TIN STEMS BN
ROUTE FOB THE PACIFIC.
■itzw York, Nov. 4.—Some additional par
ticulars incident to fitting out of the steamship
Continental with female emigrants for wash"
ington Territory, have been furnished W Mr.
Mercer, Agent. The fall compliment ts wow
neariv "Ruined sad the vessel will be reedy for
tea NMHii the 14th and 20th of theenwent
moHte Toe route ie through tto o*
Magmien, and not round Cape Horn ae had
been previously intimated Substantial diet
! will be plentifully prortded-