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' . ' , p . ; . nSTVARIABLY a k VANCE, P. 13. CONN, PUBLISHED CORNER MARKET AND 4TH Wlttlh, Journal, djotti to American ntertsi$t HTiferatxu;et dcnce, anlr Enteral iitflena Z. RAGAN, Editor and Proprietor. STEUBENVILLE, OHIO, TUESDAY, MAY 8, 1855. VOLUME I. NUMBEU;18. For tlie True American. BEAUTY. BT FRANCKE. Whr It beauty T what Is beauty ! Of which men and angels sing? 1 a it a real material thing? Or but a shadow, that shall vanish A tha sunlight leaves the sliy, Boon to glitter and to die: la tho soul of love and duty, There is beauty, that is beauty. Where is beauty! what is beauty? la tha forrn'.that glidesjbefure, Radient with joyous feeling, Does its consciousness come o'er us, A the day on darkness stealing? la it in that cya ofjblue? ' Is it io that cheek's warm hue? la it in that glossy hair? On that brow so sweet and fair? Or Is it only fnney's seeming? No, the soul within them beaming, That shows a fitness for our duty Thar is beauty, that U beauty. For when dosed those silken lashes; When that form is dust and ashes; When tha light nf life has perish'd, How we shrink from what we chcrish'd! On those lips where love sat smiling; On those cheeks of deep carnation; On those eyea where thought sat whiling Hours away in meditation ; Timehas blown its bitter breath, And beauty flies away from death. Where s beauty? what is beauty? In the world around about us, In the things that lie without us, There 'tis found in adaptation, That links together all creation, If the flowers of the field, Would, unpltasing perfumes yield; If their colors e'er so bright, Did not suit the human sight, I f the fruit trees onl y bore A strange unpalatable store; If our day ahould change to night, If the winter's frowning face 6hould usurp the Bummer's place, If the mountain tops should fall And fill the plain nd valMes nil; If the winds should fail to blow; If the birds should not rejoice (Musio is but beanty's voice,) , If our wrld should lose its place "And wander through the void uf space; Where, 0 whore would beauty be? 8urely not, 0 earth! in thee. The world was made for use, and beauty Is but the form of usefulness; All things are beautiful by duty. Miaca, 1855, Then Glennio murmured "Is it day break?. One beam of love's sunshine sure- -the first" bat 'alio paused as a picture rose up of Lionel Grey. As Lena and Helen walked to the office, Lena said "How wo read her If she was anything she would have been self-possessed. She is not used to society. She is embarrass ed, and shabbily dressed, besides." "But sho is very beautiful and lovable for all that, Lena!" said Helen,. "As for beauty," said Lena, "she is pas sable; but bow awkward she is; I wonder if sho stops at the Clinton's." "They wore speaking about her last night," replied Helen, "and ho said sho had engaged rooms at Mrs. Shorey's. "What did Harry say about her?" asked Lena. "Oh, he was in raptures. I think he has lost bis hcrrt entirely. Ho calls her the most beautiful woman he ever met with!" was the reply. Lena bit her lips to conceal her chagrin, and then suddenly said ,"I would give all my diamonds to know who 'Zuliemo' is." "I would give more to see her than any one else I ever heard of," said Helen. "Not only here, but elsewhere she makes an excitement. I received a letter from cousin Lionel last niu'ht, and he is half wild about Zulicme, too." At eve, when Glenuie was alone, she muBod "Now have I begun to live in ear nest. Tho morning is yet cloudy. My feet are in the valley, yet turn they toward the mountain where Hope's golden han is holding away tho mantles of mist. Like shining beacon stands on Fame's temple on those dreary heights. Marble doors open as in a dream. Long arches stretch away hung with laurel and amaranth. Snowy fingers make seraphic musio in songs, and tho burdens are chanted by Fame herself, and tho burden it is but a name is it Glcnnie Merrills? Not that, but 'Zulieme AVhy is there a spell in that name? Ah I would that 'Zuliemo' might come to M to bo worshipped by theso naugh erne's permission to reveal her true name." "If Zulierae surpassed her poetry, she can Just then tho carrier caino in with the never equal Glcnnie llerrills." southern mail, and tho editor was busily "Now I think that you both are very sil- employed. Ashe cauio to a tiny letter, ly," remarked Lena Clifton, coldly; "I ccr- with marbled envelope, he gave it to Lionel, tainly expected that IIolen.Fonestcr had saying - moro sense than to admire that Glenuie "Tho direction is in Zulieme's hand- Merrills." and tho rich beauty turned haughtily away. ' Lionel started as from a dream. He had "Well, I don't caro," said Ellen, firmly; seenjsuch fairy writing before andhosaid I can't help loving Glcnnie, and I shall not alf aloud, "If they should be one and the obev falso pride any, longer. Como with .. 1. ... j Vs . ....... same. me, uracie. and; the two cms lett the "YCliiln T.mnnl wna imiftinrr ilio ndifnr lmd in ft..-l nL.CiiA i . .i no i.ii,, ... vu.w. i muni w uuu vji lyiJiJlC. read the letter; and, as Lionel was about to t X. writing, :iul fell Prom the Waverly Magaisii.e. THE DARK MORNING AND magazines, Lionel?" eave. ho said. "I ran nromiso vou a nleas- "J)A i-nn vnt. tho , , r j r- . uro in our next number, wo shall give exclaimed Ada Urey; as she met her bro- you Zuliemo s portrait. ther at tho hall door, "But what has hap. pened? You aro whiter than snow, Lio nel!"' V aid "I wonder what ever became of Glennie Merrills," said Ada Grey, one afternoon, to her mother and Lionel. 'Oh, nothing,' Baid Lionel, srailing.- You will find Zu- 'Hero is tho macrazine. THE GOLDEN DAY. ATalo of the Times. BT ELLEN FAKMATJ. CONCLUDED. "Who is Zuliome?'." echoed Nellie. How many lovo that unknown girl. Her name is on every lip; were she here, all M would pay her homage. But let's co down to the office;" and tire girls hastened away. Tho young girl who had apoken about "Zulicme," stood by the side of Georgia Elmer, and whisperod "Who is that lady in black; the one with such a beautiful figure?" "A Miss Merrills, from New York," was Georgia's reply; "nothing but a nobody; at least Helen and Lena treat her coolly, to I suppose we must, too." Glennie heard this,' although it was said in wbispcryand her checks were flushed as she proudly raised her head. ' And as Grace saw her face, she murmured "How like an angel! She is beautiful enough to be 'Zulieme' horaolf;" and, turning to Georgia, sho added "I shall love her, no body though sho bo. Sho is sad, Georgia, see those tears. Introduce mc, Georgia!" "You should not bo intimate, Gracie," aid Georgia; it will hurt your stauding here, much." riiut Gracie insisted, and Georgia presen ted her haughtily, and left them. Glcn nie bowed coldly, but Gracie threw her arms about her neck anLwhispered "I shall love you very much, Miss Merrills," as she left her. ty school girls would she be treated like Jennie Merrills?" A step was heard and Grace Douglass entered with an open magazine, which she gave to Glcnnie, exclaiming "Do read that, Miss Merrills! It's one of 'Zulieme's poems it is so exquisite!" Glennio smiled as sho read the poetry. and gave it back to Grace without com me nt. "Is it not very beautiful," asked Gracie in a disappointed tone. 'Very good for a young writer," said Glennio calmly, "for Zuliemo is evidently a young writer, yef one who has taken les sous from tho volume, of Human Nature, and one who understands, somewhat, tho mechanism of the heart." "Why, Miss Merrills!" exclaimed Gra de, "you speak coldly, calculatingly, criti cally. Don't you love poetry?" "Lovo poetry, Miss Douglass," said Glennio, earnestly, "Yes, with an enthusi asm. Tho Ideal and Sublime is all that makes life endurable tome:' and Glennie's eyes shono.with a glory. ' "Then you must worship Zuliome," said Gracio, eagerlic; "her very name is a talis man of magic to mo. How much I would tcive to see her. She must bo beautiful almost as beautiful as yourself, Miss Glen nio!" and kissiug Glennie's marble brow tho iinpulsivb'girl was gone. Again Glcnnie mused, until asmiloof triumph wreathed her lips. "How admi rably I shall succeed! Onward, oh falter ing lieart, lest thy future be as the past." So do I," said Mrs.tGrcy, shutting the Heme almost an angel,' and he passed on magazine sho was looking over; "I was and paused in the drawing room dr or. In thinking about her as you spoke. I had a moment ho heard a tiny sorcain, and Ada been reading "Heart Legends," by 'Zuli- stood by his side, pale as a ghost, whisper- cmc,' and" some how my thoughts wander- ing 'Why, Lionel! This is Glennie Mer ed to Glennie. I don't know how it is, rills! Can it be possible that she is the but I always think of her whenever I read worshipped Zulieme?' Only think how we Zulieme's pieces. How mistcriously she have treated her! I wish I could fly! What will mamma say?' "I never thought much of her anyhow," Just then the poet, Mr. L., eamc up the remarked Ada. "Sho was a wild, flighty steps and greeted Atja 'Ah, looking at thing, and I presume sho went off with that beautiful pictureas every one of my some low follow." lady friends are thiy'tioniinc, and centle- "IIush, Ada!" said Lionel, rather stern- men too, for that matter." And Miss Grey, ly; "I don't liko to hear you speak thus of is bhe not Glennio Mer -"Us? '. What does it G lennio Merrills. She was beautiful and-LuMan?'- ; , r--tt intellectual, moral and virtuous. If you Ada was embarrassed for a moment, and judge otherwise, you wrong her." then scanning the picture more closely, "Oh, well," said Ada, sarcastica'ly; "I she replied 2 only concluded from appearance having 'Why, Mr. L. There surely is a striking never associated with her, I cannot judge resemblance ! Strango that I did not m from intimacy." tice it before!' and sho looked up gaily. "We will go South this season," said But tho pierceing dark eyes of tho poet Lionel, aftor a pause. "I am tired of Sara- were upon her,, and she abrubtly turned toga and Newport." away, leaving Lionel to explain the mys- "Agrecd," said Ada; "you know Helen tery as best he might. writes so prcssingly foa us. And we half A group of school girls stood on the steps promised Uncle Forrester last summer that of tho seminary, one sunny morning, and we would " Lena Clifton spoke impatiently, 'Why don't I - w "Hear this!" interrupted Mrs. Grey, Gracio hurry? There, 6he is coming, girl!' who had resumed her magazine; " 'Zuli- A slight figure sprang up tho steps, ex- eme's thousands of admircrffwill bo happy claiming, 'Your scissors, Lena;' and the to hear that in our next issue we shall give packago was opened, and the girls eagerly them her portruit.' " grasped the magazine and turned to the steel "Oh, how glad I shall be!" said Ada. plate. . "What an excitement ,it will make! I can 'Glennio Merrills! as I live!' and Lena scarcely wait until next month." Clifton stood like ono statucd. Then, icy "Perhaps wo shall recogniio her," said pale, 6he tlircw tho book upon the ground Lionel, quietly. "Now-a-da'ys no one and entered the school room. . mire that Glennie Merrills"- and to Geor gia 'I do Dot wish to hurt your standing here by an intimacy.' Glennie was alone m the moonlight again Mobile's fashion and beauty had been there, and her tables were strown with bo quets.Gicnnie was alone, and sho mused 'Ihe night is waning, and the dawn breaks in glory and I forget tho Tast ! How near looms up Fame's temple! How close and distinct the grand, high melo dies! How clear and refined tho atmos phere! Herald tones and golden wreaths for Glennio Merrills for Zulieme, clear voices say, "Thou has won thy destiny! oh, lovely orphan girl!" Oh, wondrous laws of nature and of Being that the soul can make its future! And yet a yearning aud a void a shadow upon tho sunshine. Fame cannot whollv'satisfy. There is nought perfect on earth but love. Ada and her brother's bride were dressing for the splendid reception they were to give that night. Glcnnie stood before the mas- A robe 'of heavy white satin sive mirror. knows tho private life friend.1 of their nearest CHAPTER IV. Lionet Grey stood in the sanctum of tho Editor of tho Magazine. "Ah, Mr. S," said he; "you' have one contribu tor who far excels Mrs. S." "You mean, 'Zulicme,' I suppose," said rim flit.nr: "I hear thatnnniofon a hundred f, different lips every day. And she is wor thy of this faina. Wo are proud to cal her "our own Zuliemo," for wo first em ployed her." "But who is sho? Why is sho incogni to?" asked Lionel. Again tho editor smiled nndsaid : "Ah, Mr.- Grey, we hoar that question a huudrpd "Lue ! Mary ! Georgia ! We are to' have Zulieme's portrait in our next number- 'Yes, it is our own sweet Glcnnie! mur mured Gracie, as tho tears fell from her large eyes. 'Glenuie! Glennio! Glcnnie Merrills!' was tho subdued murmur which ran among . . . . . " won t it bo glorious! and braco Douglass that group of school girls, ns every eye bounded into tho school-room with flushed Wns bent upon those beautiful pictures. chceks nnd sparkling eyes. Ye,,, it was Glennio Merrills, in all her bc- " Zulieme's portrait! Zulieme's por- wildering loveliness. There were her large trait!" echoed many glad voices, "how dc- mysteriouseycs tho VC7 shadows in their lightful!" dfintlis. tho verv plowhiL's of Genius shin- i , j 0 ing there too, as in tho living eyes, tho ClifTton. " I cannot wait a month!" white nvelids. nnd silkv. druoTiin lashes. Tho door opened and tho pale, beautiful the penciled brows, tho massive forehead (jlcnnio Merrills entered. Some smiling- 0f iciness so idealised so sublime; the ly said "Good morning," some coolly broad band of heavy black hair, the one bowed and G race Douglass sprung forward, whito orange spray in their shining masses exclaiming "Glorious news, this. morning, nf darkness, the sweet mouth, thodroon- MissGlcnnie; wo shall have Zuliemo's por- hng snowy shoulders, tho perfect figure, trait, next month, and wo aro holding a ju bileo over tho anticipation. Don't you re joice with us?" "Certainly," replied Glcnnie; if Zuli erne's portrait willjgive you any pleasure jjcr the snowy hand wore all there; yes, it was Glennio Merrills. There! Glennie is coming!' exclaimed Gracio, who sprangdown the steps to greet Glennio was coming up street with I certainly want you to see it. But for n d tf Forrogttor nnd as Gracio met her myseit, uracio, i nave no particular cun-1 Uh tie open lliagazi.ic-hcr cheeks flush osiry io see uj ana Kissing uracie s wn to cd ; mld Uoloa sai j ,A GVftcioj i i . i. ...i. ii ' ' I nrow, ununicpasscu on ir.to u.o Asscnimy WQ hma Zulicni0. with us thcse three iioom. "What a cold, passionless thing that Miss Morrills is," remarked Georgia Elmer, "if the empress Eugene should come she would not look out of tho window to see her!' "Perhaps not," said Gracie; "but I know sho is half crazy about poetry. You should have seen her weep over R; II. Stoddard's 'Household Dirge,' last night, as I did; then." "And I think Glcnnie is very beautiful," said Helen Forrester, decidedly. "Sho is moro liko a vision to mo than anything elso!" CHAPTER V. The southern sky was flashing with ra diantstars. The groves and plantations and villages and cities of the sunny south lay in the soft silver lustre, like those in the Laud of Dreams. On tho veranda of the Forrcsttcr man sion Helen Forrestter and Lionel Grey were quietly talking; aud as poetry was mention ed Helen exclaimed, "Oh, Lionel! I have something rich to tell you! 'Zulieme' -is here in the city!' 'Zulicme!' and Lionel spoke in surprise 'Zulieme! Is it possible! "Where is she? tell me, Nellie!' and his face was whiter than moonlight. Helen laughed at his excitement, and said gaily, 'I believo there is magic in that name! And when you meet her, Lionel, you will be perfectly fascinated. She's a little seraph, and a practical joker, besides. Her name is Glennie Merrills. She came herefrom New York; and although beauti andgood, we were quite unapproachable. All this while we wcro half crazy about Zulierae all in the presence of Glcnnie Merrills. We were half wild with joy about her portrait, and impatient to see it. Glennio was very calm and, subdued all this while, never speaking about 'Zulieme.' We wondered until the portrait came, and then imagine our chagrin.' 'But whero is Glennie?' asked Lionel 'Zulicme, I mean; where is she, Nellie?' 'Why, at the Clinton House,' was the reply; 'but where are you going Lionel?' But Lionel was half way to the Clinton House. As Mrs. Grey and Ada camo on the veranda, Ada asked, 'Where is Lionel.' saw him with you a moment ago. 'Gone down to tho Clinton, I suppose,' said Helen, laughingly 'I happeued to mention that 'Znlicmo' was staying there, and he left mo abrubtly.' Mrs. Grey and Ada grew palo as Lionel had been, and da said, 'We shall have to meet her now, -.ti . i ii j9 t , mammal w nat snau we uu; imuu had stayed at home." 'What docs all this mean?' asked Helen in astonishment; 'you, and aunt, and Lio nel ' Olt, nothing,' said Mrs. Grey, only I must tell you a curious circumstance which happened a few years ago. I took a beau tiful child from the Alms House, and she resided with me until she was eighteon. Then she suddenly disappeared. Her name was Glennie Merrills1 And now, at last, wn bear of her in tho hitrh character of 'Zulieme.' As she lived with us as a kitch en girl, and was treated as such, it will bo quite awkward to meet now. years; wasn't she wicked to receive all this worship so calmly?' But Gracie could only utter the one glad word of 'Glonnio!' as she threw her arms about Glennie's neck." Aud Glennio whis- pored 'Forget that I am 'Zulicme,' aud lovo mo as Glcnnie Merrills,' As the girls came up the steps, Rose I., ii i i -i 1 Clifford stepped forward aud said, frmly and nu wnu Id tint linvn f.n 1 1ml hnr nsattiniilpsa ' frnnVlv Pnn I KnliiMlin' fnrmvn ir eliirhts given Glennie Morrills?' Glennio gave her a kiss, cordially, and smiled upon the girls kindly. As she entered the assembly room Lena and Georgia came with crimson cheeks to greet her; but she bowed coldly times a day but wo eannot obtuin Zuli- exclaimed Gracie Douglass enthusiastically "Why, Nelly! I think she is glorious!" to each, saying to Lena, "I certainly ex pected that you had moro sense than to ud From the Pittsburgh Dispatch. Catholic Opinion of Protestantism. The religion and humanity of Roman ism are marvellous. Some of its beauties; fell around her fairy figure, with its glist- ag set forth by its own organs, will bo found ening folds, and a wreath of gold stars and below. Read, and seo how you like them, laurel leaves lay radicntly upon her wealth j-or our own part) we take this opportu- of shining hair; save this and another clus- n;ty of explaining our hearty delight at the ter of stars which caught up a mass of downfall of the Protestant chapel in Rome, snowy lace to her corsage she wore no or- Th'13 may be thought intolerant, but trhen, nament. Ada, robed in crimson velvet, we ask, did we ever profess to be tolerant her dark curls heavy with diamonds, was of protestantism, or to favor the doctrine kneeling before Glennie, fastening her tiny that Protestantism ought to be tolerated? slippers with the heavy pearl buttons As On the contrary, we hate Protestantism- she rose she exclaimed, 'My peerless Bister! detest it with our whole heart and bouI, A true queen for tho homage of to-night! and we pray our aversion to it may never New York shall be dazreled, for once, by decrease. We hold it 'meet that in tha the beautiful bride of Lionel Grey.' Eternal City no worship repugnant to 'God Glennie faintly smiled and sighed as should be tolerated, and w'o are Binccrely she gazed about her. A ringing laugh- glad that the enemies of the truth are no broke from Ada's lips, and she said, 'Ah, longer allowed to meet together in thecap Glennielyou are remembering when you itol of the Christian world. Pitleluryh trod these halls ; a lonely kitchen girl; Catholic, 18-18. scorned by those who now are proud to call No good government can exist without you their 'Own Glennie.' But let by gones religion ; and there can be no religion with go by forever! Forgive us! that we may out an Inquisition, which is wisely design not fear to worship you. Lionel is coming, ed for the promotion ani protection of the so brush away the tear!" true faith. Boston Pilot. - As Lionel entered the dressing room, a You ask if ho (the Pope) were lord of proud smile lit his handsome face as he saw the land, and you were in the minority, if the supreme beauty of his bride; and as he not in numbers, yet in power, what would led her down to the gorgeous parlor he he do to you? That, we say, would en whispered, "My own wife; I love you more tirely depend upon circumstances. If it as the lone Glennie Merrills, so high and would benefit the cause of Catholocibni, magnificent in herself, than as the flatter- he would tolerate you j if expedient, he ed and worshipped 'Zulieme.'" would imprison you, banish you possibly .... " TLosB'tigTrTiairs "were "tLrongtxl "with he might even hang you; but be assured superb youth and beauty, yet Glennie was of one thing, he would never tolerate you the star. How like a pageant of oriental for the sake of your "glorious principles" life were the Bcenes in those palice like of civil and religious liberty. Rambler. rooms; but the life they enclosed. Waving Protestantism of every form has not, and plumes drooped gracefully on queenly never can have any righto where Catholio- headsj bandeaus and tiaras of diamonds lay ity is triumphant. r$nson'$ Quarterly like rainbows of light on snowy brows, Review. white arms shone with jewels; gorgeous Let us dare to assert tho truth in the cashmeres and satins, and velvetsleut color face of the lying world, and, instead of and massiveness to the light and sparkle, pleading for the Church at the bar of the until those spacious saloons wore the bloom State, summon the State itself to plead at and flush and colored sunshine of palaces the bar of the Church, its divinely consti- in fairy legend. Yet Lionel Grey's queen- tuted judge. 26. .. '. , ly bride was distinguished in all that gran- 1 never think of publishing anything in deur. regard to the Church without submitting A low, confused murmur rose in the the articles to the bishop for inspection, crowd, and "Zuliome! Zulieme!" ran from approval and endorsement. ii. from lip to lip until that talismanio name I declare my most unequivocal subrjis- was rung loud and high. sion to the head of the Church, and to the Many said to Ada 'Is it the gifted hierarchy, in his different orders If the 'Zulieme,' whom your brother has wedded? bishops make a declaration on this bill, I We heard that he had won more than a never would be heard speaking against it, treasure in the orange bowers of the south.' but would submit at once unequivocally, to Aud there was pride and triumph in Ada 8 the decision. They hav only to decido, keen eyes as she answered, 'Yes, she is my and they also close my mouth : they havo sister. Lionel's bride is none other than 0nly to determine, and I obey. I wish it 'Zuliemo." to be understood that such is the duty But the worshipped poetess whispered 0f Catholics. Daniel 0 Cornell, 1848. to Lionel, 'Call mo Glennie my husband Heresy and unbelief are crimes, aud in not 'Zulieme' one is for tho few that love Christian countries, as in Italy and Spain, me, and the other for tho multitudes.' for iustanco where all the people are C'ath- And Mrs. Grey's smile and air was im- oiks, and where the Catholic religion is an pcrinl, as shesaid to the crowds, 'My (laugh- essential part of the law of the land, they ter! Zulieme!' are punished as other crimes. R. C. Arch- bishop of St. Lou'a. Glennio Grey is happy now, although the A heretic, examined and convicted by Glcnnie Merrills was writing in tho lux urious parlors she had taken nt the Hotel. She looked happier than . of yore. She woro plain black velvet; a wreath of laurel leaves which Grace Douglass had thrown upon her head a,t school, resting there yet. Glcnnie was musing moro than writing Sho 'did not heed the quickstep in tho hall, she did not seo tho door swing open did not sco tho noble face and princely form of Lionel Grey, until in tones, whoso music was all of tho Past, her name was spoken 'Glennie.' That night tho moon and stars sat high in tho heavens ero Lionel Grey said, 'Good night' to tho gifted girl who had promised to bo his bride. V brilliancoof the golden day is shadowed the church, used to be delivered over to now and then by memories .of its morning, the secular power, and punished with death. Mrs. G rey and Ada have forgot the Nothing has ever appeared to us more ne- scorncd kitchen girl in the famed 'Zulicme.' cessary. More than ono hundred thousand But Lionel whispered, 'I have loved you perished in consequence of the heresy of more, Glonnio, for your high daring, and Wickliffe; a still greater number for that nobility of soul, than for aught else. 0f John Hubs; and it would not be possi- fS T, , bio to calculate the bloodshead caused by Luther, and it is not vp.t over. An fur mr. barber of Dunkirk, whose meat by whatIe t frank WeM) is uef of Police was chronicled at full . , , length a few days since, has been sent to anJ tLat they did not also burn Luther.-" Cincinnati, in charge of two special officers. h A becanM there WM fonnd lie. will probabably be sent on from thence . ffi . , .. . . .f L j i - ... - j- to the. scene of his chloroform robberies. New Orleans Pica. 1th. crusade against the Protestant. -i'uni Univerx. Tho absurd erroneous doctrines or ra. vings in defence of liberty of concicnco aro The Gkkek Slave. The Sandusky llpfistnr nf WwlnpRdnv Eveiiin.irRavs. Th firoek Rlnvo l,ft vrstordav. for a Dl0st Pntial error-a pesf. of all oth- Pittsburgh, where it will lio exposed for ers, most to be dreaded in a State. Eny. exhibition under tho charge ot Jlr. Uilieii- cltcal Letter oj rope t iu$ 1A., Aujutt 15, pio a brother-in-law ot the lady to whose hgg u, Protestants of every kind, Cathol city in- FIRE IN BUCKSVILLE, VA. We rq; sorts iu uur vmau-gue ui moral sins ; slio gret to learn that a very destructive firo occurred in Blacksville, Va., a few days Iu the regal homo of Mrs. Clinton Grey, m 1 . . . 1 11 since. Two stores anu iwcnty-iwo uweu irnrs were destroyed. Only eight buil- dings are left standing! Imagination is disciplined only through nrt, espoeiully poetry. There is nothing moro frightful than imagination without taste' endures when and where she must : bui she hates it and directs her energies to ef fect its destruction St. Louit Shrphcrd oflhc Vallry. You should do all in your power to car ry out . tho intentions of Bis IloliiicbS the Pope. Whero you havo the ckctorial franchises, give your votes to none but those who will assist you in so holy a sti ug. gle. JJanicl 0'V.t,ndl.