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ÖS * ♦ JJ a -m k f hi D : A '4 A®/A, MIDDLETOWN, NEW CASTLE COUNTY, DELAWARE, SATURDAY MORNING, JuE 20, 1808. VOL. I. NO. 25. i aU.' ©rental jjoetrg. •«SWEET MOTHER." Written for the Middletown Transcript , DY TUB ODKSHA BAR». summers had smiled on that nohlo head, And kissed that fair younp brow, Anti tho soft winds loved with those curls to play, As buds amid leafy boughs. There was promise nnd hope in that dear,blueoye, There -was truth in that guileless heart— And the gentle spirit—all sweetly told That the mother had done her part. Every plant had been watered with holy tears, And nurtured with pious rare, Until vigorous, sanctified, bless'd and embalmed lly that sainted mother's prayers. She beheld with delight the unfolding leaves, The expanding flower within, The pure young soul in its fragile cell, But freo from the stain of sin. " Oh ! Father in Heaven," the mrtthcr cried, " Oh 1 spare me my precious boy If it be Thy will that he yet may live, My darling, my pride, and joy." "Thou only knowest that love, which gives To a mother's heart, the power To bridge the chaos of weary nights With the vigils of sleepless hours." " Thou only seest the anxious watch, And hearest the constant prayer For strength, submission, and hope at the last, That I may behold him There." And the Angel came that long, long night, And tho Reaper stood close by With his sickle, to gather that sweet young flower To perfume the courts on high. In that mother's arras the sufferer lay, With his wan lips, pale and thin, Just parting to aid the spirit's flight From the pearly gates within. Still ns tlie grave that chamber of death, As the mother called to her dead, For her cars had caught tlie last wlilsp'ring hreuth "Sweet Mother "—'twos all he said. Odessa, Del. June , 1868. Uoputor lilies. MY BROTHER'S WIFE BY BOSE HAYLANB. I had never seen her. So that night I »toed by the south window, looking townrd tho road along which the oarriage must come. My brother wrote that they would arrive by the Saturday's steamer, aud it was then Monday night. There was only two of us —my brother and myself. Our parents died years be fore, and we lived hut in each other, until one year before the date of my story. Frank (that was my brother's name) was a dozen years older than I. were always confidants in spite of the lack of years on my part, and I looked on ray brother as the bravest, nnd handsomest fellow in tho world. I havo hut very lit tle memory of my mother, fer I was vory young when I lost hcr ; but I have never felt tbo want of her care, in tho depth of lovo my dear brother lavished upon Wo were loft in good circumstanoos, my brother and I, besides owning the dear old homestead where my eyes first saw the light. It was a lovely place, that old home of OT,r *—situated ns it was, on tho loft hank of the -Hudson, and commanding a full view of that noble river. Tho house was old fashioned, my memory of long ago, and quaint it? style, for it was built by our French ances tors ; but is still unmistakably elegant, nnd reploto with every comfort and luxu ry. The principal rooms opened upon a largo balcony or promenade, that fronted toward tho river. Tito drawing room took end of tho balcony toward the south sido, and it was at ono of tho windows in that room I stood waiting to welcome my brother and his wifo. Frank went to Europe one year before ■with a collogo ehum to "do tho cdliti nent," leaving mo to tho companionship of my old governess, for I lmd long before finished my education. Of course I grieved terribly after him at first, but by and by his frequent letters came and consoled me. All went quietly with mo at tho home stead ; I saw hut little company in his ab secnoo, and looked hopefully for his turn. Yet we me. oven m m one rc At last tho tone of his letters changed. They did not grow less affectionate, but gossipy and filled with glowing descriptions of a iady whom ho had met in Florcnco at tho houso of tho American Consul. I do not know that I particular ly disliked this. Tho feeling I think moro of sadness and lost my brother might beoome tho victim of somo beautiful design ing woman than anything else. I honestly think I did not consult my •own feelings of gelfishhcss in this matter ; I •only thought of his happiness. I romember writing him rathor a long letter, detailing some of my fears in this respect, and re ceiving ono in answer, thanking mo for my sisterly regard, and assuring mo that the beautiful Italian was scarcely mord than a child in tho world's experience, and one far above him in a worldlypoint Still he thanked mo, and to show that, lie appreciated my advice ho wou^d in stantly leavo tho neighborhood of tho la cy and proceed to Romo. After this I was completely 1 happy and contented. I receivod one more long letter, written two weeks after tho otlier, telling mo that ho had done ns ho proposed, and was nicely domiciled in the ancient <ÿty of Rome. It was quite a long4ettor, detail ing in full his travels and sight-seeing, nnd joking mo upon my jealousy of any other female winning a place in his heart. Two weeks more passed when I received woro moro of view. » a hurried note—I can't call it a letter—in forming me that lie was married, anil after a short tour ho and his bride would leave for home ! I cannot dcscribo my feelings on tho rc reipt of that news. It almost stunned mo. All manner of wild thoughts rushed through my brain. My brother Frank married ! I could scarcely credit it ; and then his wife—who and what was sho ? What was sho like—somo horrid Italian, : who had evidently used a battery of art to captivate my brother ! IIo hail not oven mentioned her name. How could I receive this woman who had usurped my place in my brother's heart? I am quite sure I in dulged in woman's panacea for sorrow and vexation—a burst of angry tears. I had never thought of Frank's marrying with out n corresponding thought of loving his wife. Yet how could I love this woman— and would she like mo ? Those woro the thoughts that kept continually rushing through my brain. One thing I resolved to do, and that was, love her if possible, for Frank's sake. So I gavo orders to the servant's to have everything in readiness for the return of their master and his bride. I put tho rooms in order myself which Frank had designa ted as hers—those which opened off tho drawing room, and had a full view of the town and river. They wero our mother's rooms, and had never been used since her death. • "Surely" thought T, as I glanced around tho room, "sho will be pleased with her new homo," Giving a last touch to the folds of the heavy curtains, I leaned out of the window and gazed upon a pleasant fu ture. Tho sun was slowly sinking in mountains of purple and golden clouds, easting its glit tering rays upon tho winding water below. The smooth lawn stretching to tho nhrupt cliff at the river's bank, around which a rnstio fence had been constructed more for ornament than use, and the many arbors dotting tho grounds, over whose trellis work the honeysuckle and rose vied with eaehotherinluxnrianthoauty. The broad carriage road, stretching nearly a mile through the estate, until stopped by the porter's lodge, along, whoso sides the dear old lime trees formed a border, and meeting at the top, shaded tho road completely. I turned and looked at the room in which I stood. If the outside was pleasant, sure ly this was equally so. Yet somo might call it gloomy from its dark mouldings, and high old fashioned wainscotting, and its heavy damask hangings, which wero still up, though it was midsummer ; hut to mo it was the pleasantest room in the houso. As I look around theroom how little has it changed in tho years that havo flown away. The same pictures of my grim an cestors grace tho walls ; tho same Egyp tian vases, like sentinels fill tho corners. Tho opeu piano stands in its old place be tween tho windows, hut it is many a long day since the sound of music was heard in this house—not since that dreadful night when But I will continue my story. I remember so well taking alastpeep at their rooms. Nothing was wanting, and I smiled as I thought of Frank's pleasure in noting the improvements I had made, for instead of the crimson velvet curtains that had draped tho high chariot bedstead, blue silk and white lace reigned.. Two dressing cabinet« joined tbo.room, nnd through tho open doors a glimpse of white lace and fresh cut flowers completed tho picture. I must havo been lost in thought a long time for I was roused from my revery by the near sound of carriage wheels. They had gome? I think I was foolish enough to turn pale and come near fainting. But Miss Sears, my dear old governess otuno to my relief and placing her arm around my waist led mo to tho porch, wlwro tho carriago had nearly arrived. One moment more and it stopped ; another and I was clasped in the arms of my brother Frank. After kissing me a dozen times, and calling mo his "dear sister Alice," ho turned toward tho car riage, and tlioro in tho door, with one foot in tho act of stepping to tho porch, stood tho loveliest picture I have ever gazed upon! A little fairy-like creature, dressed in tho deepest mourning, with a perfect ha lo of pale golden hair about her head and shoulders. I had no time to notieo fur ther, for my brother caught her in his arms nnd placed hor iu front of mo with the words : "Nina, my darling, this is our sister, Alice." She put up tho loveliest rosebud of a mouth for a kiss, and then I saw for the first time the soft brown eyes, with thoir silken fringe which had won my brother. In a second all my fears vanished and I saw that I would experience no difficulty'in looming to love my brother's wife. Mine was tho task to show "Nina" to her room, for Frank had a thousand things to say to the old servants, and as I led ^belittle childish creatruo I could not help hut smile at the different ideas I .had formed-of her. A valet and French maid had already rived nnd wero busy unpacking tho hig gle Nina glanced around tho room with the happy expression of a pleased child, her eye caught a pioturo of my mother hanging over the mautlc-picec, and sho inquired in a half whisper : • " Who is that ?" " My mother," I answered. "And Frank's mother, and my moth Sho looked at me half doubting. " She put the daintiest mite of a hand in mine and said : You nro my sister too. You aro not nngrv with me for loving Frank, arc you? " No! I am vory glad." ' ' Your are glad ! What for ?" ' ' Because, through yodr love for him I ar or. " Of course, our mother. gained a sister. She smiled such a pleasant, happy smile, and said : " And I have found a sister, Alice. How strange it sounds—a sister, Alice. Ho you know I was afraid to como here because—" " What mischief aro you. two browing already ?" and Frank stood in the door way. " Nina is tolling mo that she was afraid of me." " Yes, rather—button arc not now, dar ling, nro yon ?" " Oh, no ; not now." "There, that was emphatic enough to suit anybody, nnd now nro you not going to make me a slight toilet? Seo Maria stands there with an infant's dress in her hand, waiting for you"—and Frank laughed. " Now really, Frank, you ought to bo ashamed. He is always laughing at me, sister Alioo, for being such a little per son." " I beg your pardon, Nina, I will try to think ' of you ns a lady of colossal figure, if you will hurry with your toilet, for I am rather hungry and tea is ready any timo wc are ready for it." Nina followed Mario to tho dressing room. Frank caught mo in his arms once more, telling mo how happy he was in be ing home, and how blessed ho was in tho possession of his little wife. " You will love her, Alice, for my sake, will you not ?" "How could I help loving her for her own ?" "True, how could you? Sho is all that is amiable and lovoly. Dear little Nina? I hope sho will like her new homo. Be tender of her, Alico, for tho rough winds havo scarcely ever blown upon her." I needed no such charge, for how could I he otherwise than gentle to tho pretty child-like creature. After tea wc sat in tho drawing-room. My brother drew me to a seat beside him, and his wife reclined on an opposite sofa. How lovely she looked ! clad in a white Swiss robe—her hair falling in rippling masses to Iter waist, and half concealing her white shoulders. Her dark eyes, with their long curling lashes ; resting lovingly upon Frank and curiously upon me. My brother looked at her with pride, and turning to me said : ' ' Alice I know you are wondering all tho whilo whore I found that little lady yonder—and by her leave I will tell you —shall I not, Nina?" And his looks sought tho figure opposite. A bright smile and a deep blush was all tho answer. " Well, Alico, we met by chance at Flor ence. Nina was visiting at the houso of tho American Consul, and one evening there was a grand hall and diplomatic en tertainment given there. Was I fortunate enough to get an invitation ? I was fortu nate, Nina." Again tho smile and tho blush, hut still silent. So Frank contin ued. " I saw hut one during tho oveuing —-a lady in white and "Glimmer and Pearls," who was very imperious in her treatment of a certain titled bcardod gen tleman that- looked daggers at any ono who dared raise their eyes to that ' ' Queen rose of tho- rosebud garden of girls." I suppose Lmust havo been gazing in a sort, of idiotie admiration upon the little lady, for a friend took pity on mo and gavo mo an introduction. Well, we talked about the hall and the people. Tho learned that I was an American, and so the little lady was very gracious, much to tho bearded gentleman's -indignation. I discovered that Scnorita Nina Cartelli was an orpin*, tho Spanish ward of tho Duko of Salla, who was father to the bearded gentleman. It needed no words to convince mo that the son was deeply in love wit'll the fair Nina, and that the arrangement was anything hut agreejfble to tho lady herself. So I re solved to r put forth all my powers of con versation to relieve her of as much of his society as possible. " I succeeded so well that beforo tho en tortainraent closed Nina invited me to call upon her at her guardian's, whero she would return the following day^ "Tho Villa ile, Salla was about four miles out of Florcnco, aud you may rest assured Alico I was not tame in accepting the invitation. On my first visit I was re ceived most cordially, and tho result was that Nina and I bccanio very good friends. AU tho time I had boon growing more and more distasteful to the Duke's sdn, and my friend began to get fearful lost some plot would he put under foot to got them quietly out of tho way. • ' About this time I began to find that riiino was no common friendship for the littlelady, and like any honorable" mau I waited upon tho Duke- and asked permis sion to visit Nina as a suitor. I was re fused with! haughty scorti and-assured that Mio was promised to tho Duke's jon.— What more was left mo? Your warning letter coma about that time, Alice, and be sides I never dreamed of Niuii caring for a rough fellow like me." ^ " Oh, Frank," and tho dark eyes on tho sofa were looking reproachfully at him. I could see that they woro full of tears. Frank saw them too, and bockoncd her to come to him. Nestling Imside him, his arm thrown -protectingly around her, the happy smile roturned to her lips. " Well, Alice, tho end was, I resolved to leavo for Romo the next day. " I was determined though to seo Nina once more to say good-bye, aud with that object in view I rede to tho Villa de Salla. ' ' I saw her, and at last rose to say farewell, after tolling her that 1 hart come for tlie solo purposo of doing so. Poor child ! she tried hard to keep back her toarg and appear womanly and dignified. I saw from her manner that she çared a little for me—how much I did not then know—but relying upon the assurance of the duko that sho was betrothed to his —honor kept mo silent. Her agitation nearly broke my resolve—but I succeeded in commanding inysolf— and at last bade her farewell ! I went to Home the next day, and tried to cure my hopeless passion by an interest in artist life. Two weeks from my arrival tlioro I read an extract from a Florence paper, stating that tho Duke do Salla had died suddenly at his villa, and his beautiful ward would retire to a convent until the period of her mourning expired, when she would es pouse the new Duke do Salla. tell you, Alice, how I felt on reading that paper, I almost resolved to leave immedi ately for homo. Ono week more passed, and I heard nothing further. During the close of a sultry afternoon I sought a soli tary thinking spot, in tho vast garden that surrounded the Villa Colonna. I had been reading, and must have fallen asleep, for I was suddenly aroused by the sound of a thicket of cypress close beside me—ono loud and commanding—-the oth er soft and pleading, and so low that I could not understand the words. The tones of tho male voice seemed familiar, as it angrily spoke : I toll you there is no alternative ; you shall wed mo, or you shall enter a convent for life. A young lady of your position must sec tho necessi ty of what I urge. that the young American who was presu ming enough to seek your friendship will dare offer you his hand. I think I must have felt an intuitive impression of who.the persons were, for in ono moment I had made my way thro' the labyrinth of cypress, and was confront ing no other than the I)uko do Salla and my darling. Nina was half leaning against a rustic scat, her cheeks wet with tears, and her white hands clasped in an attitude of supplication. Tho instant she saw me sho gave a glad cry, and, regardless of all else, sprang to my arms, where sho lay sobbing as if her heart would break. Little more remains to be told, Aliec. I had tho courage then, before the duko, to tell her of my love. I learned that sho had never been betrothed to him but by the will of her guardian, who had sole power over her. She was either to marry his son, and thereby inherit an equal share in the immenso estate of the Duke do Sal Then, having no al ternative but that of entering a convent. The duke sneeringly told me that unless she married him she would be a beecnr. What cared I. ry of Nina's love for mo, and I told him her on my arm, I assured the happiest day in my mem ory, as I would marry Nina that hour. I never saw rago and revenge so expressed in a countenance before, as was in his as wo left him. Nina informed mo that the convent she was to enter was situated a few miles from Homo. They arrived that day, nnd as a last resort, tho Duko induc ed her to take a walk with him for the last tiino. She did so and I knew the rest. We woro married that evening by the aid of an Italian priest ; and the matter ted quite a furor by its romantic termina tion among tho visitors ; but Nina and I were too happy to oaro much for the talk or romance. " The next week wc left for homo and you Alico ; so that is the whole story of how I found my darling." ■And Frank finished by pressing a kiss on tho rosebud mouth. I could do no less than follow Ins example, which I did, feeling the tears gathering in my eyes, and breathing an inward blessing upon the pretty cliild wife, who gave up such a brilliant union according to tho world's verdict through puro womanly devotion for my brother. Days passed, and the feeling of sisterly love increased between Nina and myself. Yet as I look hack at that time, through the midst of long departed years, I can see that my feelings were more such as a mother might have for a child than love of ono sister for another. During the short timo tho sunshino of her presence shone upon us, no child was ever more tenderly loved than my brother's wife. Sho went through the old rooms, singing like a bird and making our homo brighter than ever. All the servants in tho house worshipped her, and in consequence sub mitted to numerous airs on tho part of tho French maid, Marie, who was not slow in displaying her superiority over them. The summer faded into autumn tints, when Frank proposed to givo a grand party in honor of Nina's eighteenth birth day, and to display that little lady's charms to his .numerous friends. Of course Nina was delightod. So orders were given and invitations sent for " September 18." Oh,, how well I remember that fatal 18th." Frank declared that Nina had not been married in the usual bridal finery, sho should appear in full bride's costume on that night. "*So a complete outfit was or dered in New York—-dress, veil, etc.— with ono exception : instead of the usual wreath of orange blossoms, Frank desired a circlet of pearls. I remember Nina's, impatience for the arrival of that day. At last it dawned. Guests came from all parts of tho coun try, and tho old homestead was filled with happy faces. I went to my room to. dress, for Nina wished mo to oversee her toilet, as she laughingly snid, "She was to bo married over that night." m To. please her I iransentod tp.dress more I cannot voiecs in It is vain to suppose la, or ho penniless. I felt rich in the diseovc Takin so. him that w crca elaborately than was my custom ; and as I r ut the last finishing touches to my hair, could not but confess that tho child was right when she said, " Alice put on your garnet silk—it is your color for I never looked so well as on that night. On entering her dressing room she met me with a kiss, and called Frank to admire me, saying. Oh, Frank, corn mio! Sac how beau tiful sister Alice looks ! Now Alice dear, you shall wear my ruby set, for it will just match your dress ;" and despite my refu sal she clasped the tiaris around my head. " These are my birthday presents to you, sister mio, with all tho lovo I have—after him'yon know." Tho last sentence was spoken in a whis per and a sido glance at Frank. "Now, Frank, you must lcavo the room." " What for, little lady ?" ' * Why —bccautc ?" * * That's a woman's reason ; givo mo a better one." "Well, then—a gentleman has no busi ness in a bride's apartment until the bride is dressed !" said Nina, with all tho riousness in tho world. "Oh! I beg your pardon," laughed Frank. " I had no idea what a horrible breach of delicacy I was guilty of;" and Frank shut tho door, just escaping a Cin derrclla slipper which look its flight that way. "Now, Marie, he's gone; hurry with my dressing." Nina flung herself into an easy chair, and Mario licgan tho task of brushing the pale gold hair. " How am I to dross it, Madame !" said Mario. *o Nina laughed a clear ringing laugh. "Dress it ? Not at all ! Only brush it out. Frank wishes mo to look as much liko a mad person as possible to-night Alico ; so he has given mo orders to nei ther braid or curl it. Only think how I will look with my locks hanging fancy free 1 I wont he a had likeness of Lady Adela that ancestress of yonrs who was killed by her jealous lord. Will I Alice ?" "Nonsense, Nina, don't talk so. confess I could not deny myself hut she boro a striking resemblance to the beauti ful hut unfortunate Adola Marchioness de Pontoll, who was murdered through the jealousy of her husband, and whoso pic ture hung in the south drawing-room, In a few moments Nina was dressed. The long sweeping train ofwhitesatin em broidered with silver encased the little doll like figure, and the laen veil hung liko a mist about her bond and shoulders. No thing remained hut the clasping of the cir clet of pearls, which was to be Frank's sole privilege. Maria summoned him, and in a moment. Nina's toilet was complete. How proud and handsome my brother loooked ns be led her to tho end of the drawing-room to re ceive our guests ! Murmurs of admiration could be hoard on all sidcB. for none bad seen my brother's wife until that night ; and as for Nina herself she looked like some fairy queen. Her pretty rose-bud mouth was wreathed in smiles for all. After tho arrival of the guests the ball was openod by Nina and a friend of Frank's, who led tho Minuet de la Cour. I remember that the room was much crowded and very warm, in consequence of which the numerous long windows fron ting tho balcony were opened, theroby giv ing the company a chance to promenade through the grounds and still obtain views of tho dancers. I think it must havo been about 11 o'clock. While all the merriment was at its height I saw Maria the French maid, make a sign to her mistress. Nina was talking and laughing in a circle of young people and did not notice her. So I wont) to Marie and asked her what was the matter. Sho said she had n note for Madamo. "A note ! T Yes, a gentle man came up on tho balcony, and gave hor a note to deliver to the Madame. She thought tho gentleman said it was a short note from Monsieur Latcl. "A note from Frank ! Why, what in tho world did he write to Nina for ?" and wondering, I took tho littlo folded paper and gavo it to Nina. She opened it with a queer, puzzled look ; thon began to laugh. "Why, how funny ! It's from Frank. He wants me to como down to the sum mer-house on tho edge of tho oliff, for a moment. So excuse me ladies and gen tlemen, and you amice mio, do tho honors to this circle." Gathering up her long train she laugh ingly loft the room. Wc all could sec the white figure as it flew down tho walk in the moonlight, and at last disappeared in the summer houso. Somo one asked for music, and a dozen proposed singing. So I, in compliance, went to the piano. Song after song fol lowed, and I did not note the flight of time, until, looking up from tho music, I saw Frank leaning on the end of tho pi ano nnd looking anxiously around the room. Bending over toward me, he asl^ed : " Where is Nina, Alice?" " Nina? Why, whore did you loave hor? Did sho not oome in with " Como in with me—what do mean ? I have not been out. "Not been out 1" you!" you I rose from tho pi ano with a sense of something horrible, growing upon mo. It must havo shown in my face, for Frank caught tho look and grew whito. Catchingme by the arm, he asked : Where is Nina, Alice?" Reforo I could reply a horrible feream sounded in our ears. Waiting for nothing more, I ran through an npon window down the long gravel walk toward the cliff. Frank was olose besido mo, and seemed to comprehend all. Reaching tho summerhouse, something whito was seen clinging to the rustic trel lis-work over the oliff. With ono bound Frank reached it. At the same moment I saw another figure appear from the outer edge of the oliff. Something bright gleam ed in the moonlight, and with a laugh that sounded like a fiend's, tho figure leaped from the rock far down into the river below. I reached Frank's sido somehow, and tlioro in his arms—the life blood crimson ing her bridal drpss—lay Nina. Frank would not let a soul touch her but himself ; so he carried her to their room and laid her upon flic couch. »She was dying fast, for tho hand that dealt tho blow knew where to strike, but she wispered between the gasps : " Cara Mio—I thought—it was you— who—sent for—mo. That note—Frank —Alice, sister—oh, Cara Mio—don't let mo die !" "Oh, my darling, my darling," was all Frank could say, while his faco was whito and rigid. Nina spoko again : ' 1 Frank—ho—ho—said— I would —be his—in death ! But I am yours—still— it iB your—arms—that, are—about me—I am—your wife—yet—Frank !" She rais ed up and looked slowly around the room —" Frank ?" " I am here, darling, besido you, don't you know me?" At tho sound of his voice she leaned her head back on his arm and looked in his face, which he bent over her. Making a last effort sho managed to get ono arm about Frank's neck, and drew his face down to hors. Tho exertion was too much. There was a gush of blood from tho lips, a quivering of tho eyelids, and Nina had gone from us forever ! I am an old woman now, but I shall nev er forget tho sight of that child-like figure lying there dead. The rich whito dress crimsoned with blood, nnd the pale golden hair floating over the pillow and hiding the wound in the left breast. The veil had be come loose, and lay in fleecy folds upon the bed and floor, but the circlet of pearls still bound her pure brow. He buried her in the family vault, and ore one year Frank slept beside her. If over man died of a broken heart, ho did ! Two days after tho murder of Nina, the body of the murderer was found, thereby only confirming our suspicions. For Frank recognized in tho mangled remains, tho Duke de Sala, and Nina's would-be husband ! Many years havo passed since the even ing I waited in anxious expectation for the arrival of my brother's wife-. Need f say, I am waiting still? Not for her coming, but for the opening of the golden portals, near which sho waits for me. The Way the Money Goes. —" Mack, of the Cincinnati Commercial, writes from Washington: " The public printing office has just turned out one of the finest pieces typographical workmanship ever execu ted iu this country. It is a volume of 940 pages, about the size of a largo pulpit or family bible, bound in the highest style of Tukey morocco, costing $!)7 a volume. Its contents are the expressions of condo lence, abroad and at home, on the death of Mr. Lincoln. It embraces everything on the subject, from Queen Victoria's let ter to tho resolutions of a town meeting in Boone county, Missouri. I am told the amount of money expondedhipon it exceeds $ 100,000. A Democratic Congressman told me tho other day that ho would want no bettor argument for his constituents than the simple exhibition of that volume to prove the reckless extravagance of the administration. He added that he should carry his copy rouud with him in tho next campaign, and show it to the people, to let them see what they have got for their hun dred thousand dollars." of » Fon Peeseuvino Fees. —Ladies are of ten anxious about keeping furs free from moths during the Summer mouths. Some one advertises to soud the requisite infor mation for §1. Darkness is all that is necessary. The "miller" that deposits the eggs from which moths aro hatched only moves in light ; the moths themselves work in darkness. Hang tho furs in a vory dark closet aud keep the door shut ; keep it nl wiry-g dark, and you can havo no trouble. Spices are useless. And da not take the furs out in June or July for an " airing," for even then comcth the enemy, and it may be that in fifteen minutes after expo sure, has deposited a hundred eggs. Young man, when you call on a young lady, to take her out riding, walking, or to church, concert, or lecturo, and she feigns head-ache or other excuse, and you shortly afterwards meet her, escorted by another, don't call on her again,—it's a sign you're not wanted. A Negro undergoing an examination when asked if his master was a Christian, replied, " No sa, he's a member of Con gress." Human glory is not always' glorious. The host men have had their calumniators, tho worst tlicir panegrysts. Fanny Fern, it is reported, receives $5, 000 per annum for hor contribution to the New York Ledger. The more the waist is liko an hour-glass the sooner the sands of life will run out. j&tlcrt flocfrg. to JITWE. Leaf, blossom, blade, hill, valley, stream, The calm, Still mingle music with my dream, louded sky, As in the days gone by. When .Summer's loveliuess nnd light, Fall ro I'll be * ilark indeed life'll heaviest curse— A heart that hath waxed old. d euld, For the Middletown Transcript. TI1E (EIIETiatV. " I,ay on him the curse of the withered heart, ■se of tlie sleeper's eve ; Till he wish and pray that ids life would part, Nor yet lind leave to die." The e Trophies of war lie entombed with the dust of valor, and wreaths of Cm mortelle» grace the brows of those who loving life, fall calmly in the smile of peace. Long lines of friends file after the dear departed, attesting by outward shows of grief tho welling woe that must relieve a pent up sorrow. Smooth shafts lined by delicate arterial veins relieving the snow-like white ness, point heavenward from the spot where earth's gifted and affluent lie, while even the pauper grave is marked by mound or stone. Not many miles from Middletown lieth a singular spot rendered attractive only by its charming isolation, elaborate with natural surroundings and adornments. The requiem of the winds, tho melancholy call of night-bird, or buz and bum of in sect life, alone break tho oppressive al louée of the place. The handiwork of the agriculturist traces a wide margin about it, and few footprints track the natural carpet of the turf. An occasional hunter in Autumn, seduced by the whirring souud of quail, breaks through tho tangled vines, k briars and sweet honeysuckle that form an almost impracticable barrier, and for a moment stands with dog and gun eyeing tho smooth level spot carpeted by white clover and natural grasses, wonder ing how such a place can exist, aud exist so fair, without sharing tho fate of kin dred acres by running vinos aud indige nous shrubbery, then hurries on. A slight depression in the soil at intervals is partly perceptible, presenting to tho casu al eye filled burroughs, of some carnivor ous animal, perhaps, or the sunken homo of tho aboriginal of the forest, whose proud stop here faltered and whose red skin here returned to dust. Tradition tolls of a long-ago, when a travel-stained wretch, from some unknown cause, tired of lifo, hurried his soul into tho Lethean stream, and wiped the dot of his existence front earth. Long ago this happened, but a dread aud an awe still lingers around tiio place, and hushes tho restless child and pales the brown check of the forest lass, as with quickening step she hurries from her evening tryst. Scar ed negroes aud superstitious whites shud der as they pass, while the toothless bel dam recounts, to this day, the wild ghast ly appearance of the strange unknown, and tolls tho gaping little ones why tho running stream that crosses the high-way is denominated " Hangman's Branch." Bivulots gurglo and bubblo in tho depros- 4T sion of soil, faintly reaching the ear of ona awed by tbo oppressive sileueo of the place, who feels his heart pulsate in welcome at the faintest souud which relieves the tire some quiet. Humor tells of an hour when the young haze of ovening pules beforo the intenser glory of the full uioon'B shim mering light, and midnight hushes the vi brating sounds of busy day-life, that three ghostly sprites stalk the circle, young and comely but haggard in feature, bearing tho impress of a groat woe, and making the circuit of this tiny cemetery, bow si lently ns they vanish in the vaporous mist that after nightfall over girdles the spot. Elfin whispers float about and dingy goblin shapes inch on the departing sun beams until night drawetb her curtain of obscurity, then the ghouls revel and danco about an infant form radiaut ill freshness, uttering their demoniac laugh and joying in their devilish glee. Those who lie hero ripened not by ago and fell through weight of honor and years—they were not swarth ed down by Time's sickle in nature's har vest, neither did the scathing blight of Death freeze their blood when youth gar luued their brows on the treshold of life in tho very morning break of its loveliness, but the avenger of blood palsied the first febrile pulsations, and broke tho very wand of Love's herald, as sho doadened the quickening glow of an advent, and sped them on to join the cohorts of God's cher ubs. ran Unshriven, the I papoose slumbers per haps, beside the Ethiopian, nnd the inno cent offspring of the enlightened, pide frou assuming theoretical rights which his sire virtulizis by practical application, embra ces in death sentiments of corruption, that as his dogma, he hopes to assimilate incor ruptably. RANDOM. A Preventive. —The editor of a Wes tern paper has invented a method whereby he keeps his neighbors cows from stealing bis hay. lie describes it thus :—" A certain quadruped bad a swoct tooth for our haystack, aud did much damage, throwing down the rail fence and roosting in our hay. Wc bought a box of cayenno pepper, took a nioe look of hay, plaoed it outside, "baptised" it with pepper, and watched. The animal came along and pitched into the hay, when suddenly she took the hint, aud with nose at forty-five degrees, and tail at ninety-eight degree«, her "soul" wsnt marching on at the rote of 2-40. The cow has not come back.