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' h; C. 8HEAEER, Publisher, c- rSSS? . - PER A N N U M;: IKVAEIABLY IH ADVANCE. ' i Z. RAGAN, Editor and Proprietor. MATCHLIGHTER OF SAN ADRIAN. , A, TALK OF THB MEXICAN MINIS. The sun had not yet attained its meridi an height above the bare and rugged moun tain of Zacatecas, when a man in the garb of a Mexican miner descended slowly down a narrow and tortuous path which Wound along the side of a deep-declivity. At length he reached a spot where a small platform or shelf, jutting from the moun tain slope, and covered with vegetation, seemed to invite him to rest. It appeared, indeed, that he had intended to stop at this spot," for he turned aside at once and seated himself on the green sward beside a foun tain which here gushed from the over hanging sleep, and created by its moistnre the verdure that surrounded it. Directly over this spring, a largo tree, a species of mountain ash, sent its thousand roots into the crevices of the rock, and shaded with its spreading branches the gushing fount and the green turf heneuth. The miner' first act was to take a long druught of the refreshing wave, and then he proceeded to bathe his face and hands in the running water. When the eartU-stains which cov ered his visage were washed away, he ap peared a young Creole of some twenty-two or three years, with a bright black eye, long straight hair, dark complexion, with a frank, gay, fearless expretsion of counte nance. He wore a coarse jacket and loose trousers of some brown woolen stuff, bound at the waist by a leathern girdle, in which Was thrust the never-failing knife. He sat for a time, whistling carelessly, with his eyes fixed on the descending path. 1 Presently a wide covered basket became Visible in this direction, with a small hand grasping it on one side. Then a pretty face with a pair of sparkling black eyes, and two small ruddy lips parted in a smile of pleasure and surprise, came into view, ''hen followed the erect and shapely figure to which the pfetfy fuce belonged, gaily ot tired, as became a miner's wife, in a gorge ous petticoat, whereof the upper part was of a bright yellow, and the lowerrf a flam ing scarlet; an equally brilliant reboso or cotton shawl, of many variegated hues, was thrown over the shoulders, and the mall feet were daintily encased in sky-blue satin shoes. 1 "Enhobabcena in good time, Marga rita," said the miner, showing his white teeth. 'I am here before you." . Yes, in good truth," replied the young woman, laughing ; "and I was afraid all the time that I might be too early, and the tortillas and frijoles would get cold. But riow they will be a dinner fit for a governor.' ' With these words she quickly deposited hor burden on the ground, and removed the covers, first from the basket, and then from the earthenware dishes which it contained. There was a plate of tortillas, or thin pan cake of maize, a bowl of stewed frijoles (a kind of small black beans), and another bowl containing a fiery sauce made of red pepper and tomatoes. - This was the miner's simple dinner. , Tearing off a piece of one of the tortillas, he twisted it with his fing era into a tort of scoop (called in Mexico Montezuma's spoon), and taking up in this a mouthful of the beans, he dipped it into the burning sauce, and swallowed it, spoon and til. " -How is it (hat you are so early to-day, Marieutilo J" asked the female who watch ed him with an affectionate smile while he ws thus satisfactorily engaged. ! . .- Because my little heajt," replied the young man, ''there is to be another blast to-dty ! and the admlnistrador wishes to have it fired while the men are at dinner." . 'The' smile instantly disappeared from Margarita's face. '"Santa Maria i" she exclaimed, "another blast T ' Oh', Manuel, how long do you mean to-'con'iiiue in this dreadful duty 1" i.f '.Until I can find a better, my life," re plied the miner, gaily. "Would you have rut go. back to my old employment of bar rpterb-rof simple miner at six dollars week, when here, as pegador, as the sole and trusted matchligbter, I am earning six teenl" (AI" returned Margarita, "of what use will the money be, if it happen to you as to Pedro Bravo, qjsly three months agol Ah, l think I see the mangled body, as it was carried by our cottage, with poor In sita crying over it. And then, there is Juap,Valde stone-blind now for five years And old Anton, a cripple from his youth, Of what advantage was their high wtgs Wtberar " -tfonei, s'weetheart," Replied Manuel, "because what they won by boldness end & Heelilj Journal, JctofeV to mtrican. Jntcrtsis, itcvaiurr, f ricncc, ano skill they lost by carelessness. If a man will persist in firing matches when his. brain is muddied with sguardicnte, he must ex pect to suffer for it. However, I shall not bo a pegador always. In good time, if it please San Francisco, I shall be captain of a.mme. And who knows but one of these days I may be an adpiiniatrador an over seer, and a rich man, as well as others 1" "To be sure," replied Margarita, eager ly. "Why not as well as Miguel Gomez 1 Don Miguel, forsooth, as he may be called now ! . And yet I remember him when he was only a poor buscoh, a common mine hunter, and always in debt to my father for aguardiente and tobacco. Yet because he happened to light on a good vein, and sold it to the English company for ten thousand dollars, and was made overseer, he thinks himself now a great gentleman, and that every body must give Nay to him." 'Poor Don Miguel !" said the miner, lanhinr. "Vou are too hard uon our odmin'mtrador, Margarita. First you re fuse his hand and heart, not to speak of his dollars ; and then you abuse him behind his hack." "Ah!" said Margarita, hastily, "if you knew," and then she stopped suddenly, as if she had said more than she intended "Whut is there that you know, my little wife, that I do not 1" asked Manual, look ing up in surprise. "It was something that happened before our marriage," said Margarita fc seriously. "I promised then to conceal it ; but I have often been troubled since with the thought of my promise. If I sin in breaking it now, I will beg Padre Isidro to absolve me, for I know thera should bo no, ooroti be tween us two. It was Anita, the wife of Juan Pedro za, the poor drunken cargador, who told me what she heard from her hus band. When you and Miguel Gomez were quarrelling for love of me," continued the young woman, with naive gravity, "Juan said that Miguel promised him the place of captain of the gulera, with twenty dol lars a week, if he would commit a dreadful crime. It was to follow you when coming down the mountain, and push you off the precipice at the Kinconadn, so that you might seem to have fallen by accident. Juan would not be guilty of such a horrible act for the world, but he was so afraid of the overseer that he dared not speak of it to any one but his wife. I did not know it till after wo were married, and then I would not tell you because it could do no good ; for Gomez knows now that if I were free to-morrow I would rather jump off the Rin conada myself than take him with all his money." "The villain !" said Manuel, whilo his eyes sparkled and his hand clutched instinc tively at his knife. "It was well for him. Margarita, that you did not tell me this a year ago. But perhaps lie has repented of it since ; he has been very good-natured to me of late. However, I think his time is up. The English director, Don Jayme, enrne this morning from Mexico, and seems very much dissatisfied with the working of the mine. It is whispered among the men that the overseer is certain to lose his place." "Ah, that is good news indeed!" said Margarita, clasping her hands. "And so this was the reason," added Manuel, gaily, "why you preferred a poor barretero, with only his Miner's pick and his dollar a day, to the richadministradorl" "Of what good is money," returned Mar garita, earnestly, ."without happiness!" Riches fly away, but the good heart re mains." , , : , "That is as true as though Padre Isidro had said it," r joined Manuel, as he rose hastily from his seat on the turf; "but time flies too, my dear little preacher, and they will be waiting for me at the mine." The young couple separated with many affectionate injunctions on the part of the wife, to which the miner laughingly prom ised'a punctual attention. 'Margarita, as she replaced the basket on her head, heard the clear, manly voice of her husband, far above her, singing the refrain of a ballad once very popular among the miners of Za catecas, which described the good fortune of a poor adventurer in that town in former days : '. 61 lan minas de San Bernabe No dieroiHan buena ley, '' ;' " No caxnrin Juan Burra Bon la hija del viny. , Which may be rendered : , . If Saint Bsynnha'ft mine : ' ' Hud not yielded on ho fine, . Juhii Barra t:e'cr had w-dded ' A maiden of ihe viceroy' line., Manuel's song ceased when he reached the Rinconada, a sharp angle in the path, beside which the precipice sank plump down, a sheer dement of more ban five hundred feet. The recollection of what STEUBEN VILLE,- his wife had just told him edit a cold shud der through his frame, and he had not re covered his usual gaiety when he reached the mouth of the shaft. Here, in the ga lera, or, great shed surrounding the pit, he found the English director, Don Jayme, the overseer, Miguel Gomez, and several clerks, miners, porters, and mule-drivers. Don Jayme seemed to be in a bad humor, and the overseer looked black and sullen. "In good time, my man," said the direc tor. "We are all ready for you ; and now let every one here be attentive to his du ties. There has been too much careless ness heretofore, particularly in the bl listing. Many complaints have been made among the townspeople and proprietors, of the Oc cidents which occur here. You, I am told are a very skillful and quick-witted work man," he continued, addressing Manuel. "It is well that we have some on whom we can rely." Gomez listened to this significant speech without venturing to reply, but his swarthy face grew livid, and his eyes flashed with a baleful fire. Two horses, especially train ed to the duty, were now attached to the malacate, a machine by which the buckets were raised and lowered in Iheshafl. Man uel then placed upon his head a conical hat, having a socket on the top, which held a lighted candle. He took .in one hand a small rope, of which the other end was held by the oversoer,and by shaking which the matchlightcr was to give the signal when he was ready to ascend. On the promptitude with which his ascent took place depended, of course, his safety from the effects of the explosion. Manuel now stepped iiitojtheucketjjvhich was slowly lowered down the'shaft" a distance of about a hundred yards. Two arreadores, or dri vers, held the horses' heads, and waited in anxious silence for the signal from Gomez. All was still as death in the gal era. "Let go!" shouted the overseer. The drivers loosedthe heads of the hor ses, and the well-trained animals dashed off at once, and circled the malacate at full speed. In a minute the bucket rose to view empty ! "Back! Down with it!" Forlifo! for life ! exclaimed the director, stamping with impatience and angor. "Oh, what idiotcy, what iusunity, is this!" The men hastened to obey his order, but before the bucket had descended a dozen yards, the roar of the explosion emote upon their ears, and a cloud of smoke and du6t was driven violently up the shaft and filled the galera. When it cl arcd away, the fanes of all present were seen to be pale with horror. "You villain !" cried the director to Go mez ; "what is the meaning of this !" "Upon my life as I am a Christian the rope shook in my hands," replied Go mez, whosft teeth chattered, and whose whole frame seemed to tremble with ner vous agitation, while his eyes carefully avoided those of the director. Uhe latter did not waste another word upon him but seizing a shovel he sprang in to the bucket, along with two of the mi ners, and was quickly lowered down the shaft. Hern they set about removing as rapidly and carefully as possible, the pile of earth and stones with which the ex plosion had filled the bqtlnni of the thaft, not doubting that they should find the man gled remains of the poor match! ignter be neath them. While they are thus engaged in a fruit less search, let us follow the actual course of Manuel's proceedings. He had just light ed the matches, and was on the point of stepping into the basket, when it was sud denly drawn up. A conviction of the over seer's petfidity instantly flashed upon him, and with it a sense of the horror of his po sition. But Manuel was, as the director hud said, a quick-witted fellow He knew that the workmen employed in the shaft had, a few days before, come upon a small side cut, or passage, barely large enough to admit Ihe body of a man, and that, on tracing it to its termination, it was found to load to an immense chamber in the old mine of 8an Adrian. This famous mine, as is well known, was worked shortly after the conquest of Mexico, and, having yield ed immense wealth to its proprietors, was abandoned about the end of the sixteenth century-; on account of the difficulty expe rienced in its drainage. The workmen who had explored the passage had reported that the chamber was nearly full of water, and was so large that the light of their candlt s did not penetrate to the further ex. tremity. The recollection of this discov ery now occurred to Manuel's mind, and seemed to offer him a chance to escape. Looking eagerly around, he, obsorved the opening about three feet above his' hoad, and gaining it by a desperalrVringjh OHIO, WEDNESDAY drew himself up by the hands and plunged into the passage. Urged by the dread of the coming explosion, he rushed eagerly onward, and just as the roar of the blast filled his ears, he fell headlong forward in to a sheet of water, which spread about three feet below the extremity of the pass age. He sank beneath the surface, and when he rose, confused and breathless, it was to find himself floating in utter dark ness, without the slightest idea of the point by which he had entered, and with hardly a chance of discovering the open ing, which lay so high above the water. A more horrible situation can hardly be conceived. Still, even in this extremity, hope did not desert him. After some re flection, he fixed upon the direction in which he judged the passage to lie, and swam carefully towards it. He was soon convinced, by the space passed over, that he was mistaken in his judgement; but considering it better to keep on until he found the wall than to waste hisQ strength in swimming about at random, he proceed ed steadily forward for a distance, as he judged, of nearly two hundred yards. At length he encountered the wall, which rose perpendicularly far above his head, as he found by the splash of the water which he threw ngainst it. Coasting along it, and occasionally touching it with one hand, he advanced for about a hundred yards further, by which time his limbs were becoming stiff and benumbed in the ice-cold water, and his heart had almost failed him. But he was not destined to perish thus. He suddenly came upon a passage, the opening of which was a little lower than the sur face of the water. It was evident from this fact, a el1aS frortrtfjej jgfceof t!nrr'i'H-t, senor, far- -charity whr 4-my passage, that it could not be thatoy which he had entered. However, it offered him at least a respite from death, and he prompt ly availed himself of it. After sitting mo tionless for a time to recover from the ex haustation of his recent efforts, he rose, and proceeded to explore the pnssage. It proved to bo a sort of vaulted chamber, about his own height, and just wide enough for him to touch its sides with his out stretched hands. A soul-cheering idea sud denly flashed upon his mind. There was a tradition of an ancient adit which had been driven at vast expense through the mountain, to effect the drainago of the old mine of San Adrian. When the mine was abandoned, the adit, of course, was' no longer attended to ; its external opening became closed up, and, in the space of more than two hundred years which had passed, its precise locality indeed, everything but the mere fact of its existence was forgot ten. Manuel well remembered to have one day heard Don Jayme say to a Mexican gentleman, who accompanied him on a for mer, visit to the mine, that he should con sider the discovery of the old adit an ines timable service, as it would, probably, save the company an immense expense for drain age in their new works. JThe further the miner advanced the more assured he became of the truth of his sup position.' The adit as from its situation must be of great length ; and Manuel walked, as he supposed, nearly five hun dred yards before reaching the extremity. The water all the way was just up to his ankles, and he thought he could perceive at times that it had a slight current in the direction in which he was going. The pabsage was closed, as he had anticipated, by a solid mass of earth and stones, which he at once set about removing. Making good use of his long knife, he worked in defutigahly for more than an hour. At last he struck the rootsof a tree, a circumstance which assured him that he was approach ing the surface. The conviction gave him renewed strength, lie cut with his knife, and dug with his torn and bleeding hands, until, at length, a lucky push loosened a large stone- which was enclosed between two 6f thi roots of the tree. It fell for ward, and the bright rays of heaven pour ed in upon his dazzled and enchanted vision. He felt' a thrill of delight, such as one en tombed. before his time might experiep.ee when the doors of his sepulchre .flew out ward, and gave him back once more to warmth a..d light. With a little addition al labor he enlarged the aperture, .until he was able to force himself through it. ' But what was his astonishment when at length he stood under the open sky, to find that he was in the exact spot in which he had ta ken his noontide meal only a few hours be fore! A moment's consideration cleared up the mystery, , The fountain was not a natural spring, but simply the place of exit for the waters which slowly accumulated in the mine, and percolated through the mats of rocks, earth and vegetation, that closed the entrance of the adit. ' So exact how- DEC. , 12. 355. ever, was its resemblance to an ordinary mountain spring, that this was, no doubt, the main cause of the locality of the old adit having fallen into oblivion ; since no body, of course, dreamed of looking for it in the vicinity of a fountain. It was clear to tlio young miner that he had made a dis covery of vast importance to the company. With this thought in his mind, and eager to inform his friends of his wonderful es cape, he sat out at once up the mountain. He was fated however, not to reoch the galera without encountering yet another very remarkable adventure. But before describirg this, it will be necessary to re late briefly the events that had occurred at the shaft during the time he had spent in the mine. Don Jayme, after laboring for nearly an hour in his useless search, and being excessively puzzled by the disappear ance of the body, which he could in no plausible way account for, had left the task for further examination to the miners, and ascended the shaft in great perplexity. Presently a new cause of distress and anx iety came to disturb him. The news of the dreadful accident, as it was considered, had spread to the village of San Adrian, and reached at last poor Margarita. Hur rying in a phrenzy of agonized excitement up the mountain, she suddenly presented herself before the conductor, as he walked up and down the galera, with his hands behind him, in the true English style of moody meditation. "Where is my husband my Manuell" she exclaimed, in a peremptory tone. "I know he ia here with you. It is all a joke to frighten me. What have 1 done that you should wish to torment me in this wayl husband V "Would to God that it were a joke, my dear young woman," replied the director. "It is unhappily too true." Margarita, notwithstanding the agitation of her mind, saw that he spoke in earnest. Her thoughts immediately took another direction "Dead ! dead !" she exclaimed ; "and how did he diet Who has killed liiml It never was his own fault. No, my Manuel was not a drunkard. My Manual was not reckless. If he died, it was not byhis own hand. Show me the murderer, that I may call for vengeance on him." "My poor child," replied the director, "there is no murderer. There was careless ness, but no crime." "Never toll me that, Don Jayme," re plied the excited woman, all her Creole blood flushing in her cheek and sparkling in hereyes. "My Manual was no sot, no mad man, to throw away his life like Pedro Bra vo. If he is dead, 1 accuse Miguel Gomoz of his murder. There stands thtvillain look in his face and judge. It was only a year ago, a little while beforo Manuel and I were married, that he'offered the cargador Pedrasa the post of captain of the gallery if he would come behind Manuel and push him off the Rinconada. Answer me, Juan Padrazo, before the great God who sees and hears us, is it not true 1" Juan Pedraza, a miserable-looking man, with a face haggard from the effects of ha bitual intoxication, hung down his head, and made no reply. A gloomy silence en sued, which was at length broken by Don Jayme, who said 1 "Gomez, this affair begins to look seri ous for you. I am not your judge, but it is my duty to see that the mattor , undergoes strict investigation. Perez, and you, Fran cisco, I give the accused into your charge. See that he does not escape, and bring him before the ' alcaldo t to-morrow morning, when all now present will attend the ex amination." H - ' The nervous anxiety which had been de picted on the countenance of 'the overseer ever since the explosion, now suddenly gave way to an expression of ferocious de term i nation -f - ... ; 1. . 7 "Stand off!" he exclaimed, drawing his knife; "back, for your lives II am inno cent of Manuel's death ; hut L will not stay to have my life sworn away by heretic Jews.spjtofuJ women, and drunken villains. Out of the. way, Perez! Follow me at your peril." With these words he darted out of the galera, and fled down the mountain at a pace which defied pursuit. At this moment Manuel.wliose strength had been nearly exhausted by his labors in the mine, was painfully ascending the difficult path. He had nearly reached the Rinconado, and had paused for an instant to take breath, when a man suddenly turned the corner before him with full speed it was Miguel Gomes. ' He held in one hand a drawn knife, and looked backward -over his shoulder,' bp if expecting to br (Dfncntl fnttlltpcf. pursued. But when, on turning his head, he beheld directly before him the figure of his victim, standing motionless, with pallid face and bloody handstand eyes steadily fixed npon him, he recoiled with a cry of horror and affright. Whelher.it was a mere accident from the dizziness of the sudden shock, or whether it' was an access of suicidal frenzy, can never be known 5 but the unhappy wretch disap-. pearcd from the sight of ihe'horror-elrick- en beholder, one last scream of despair ascending as the criminal shot downward to his frightful and inevitable doom, Manuel, overcome by a sickening weak ness, leaned against the steep side of the mountain ,snd wiped away the coldpergpi raiion which gathered visible on his brow. Whi le standing there, voices reached him and in a moment, Margarita, the director, and a party of the miners appeared. His wife sprang into his arms crying, "ah ! I knew it was but a joke to frighten your poorliltle Margarita" but the reel for a moment shrank back affrighted, thinking it must surely be the dead they beheld. Soon, however, they surrounded him, and poured out their congratulations upon his marvel lou8 escape. I need only add to the foregoing narra tive that Don Manuel Campos, theT.pres ent resident manager of the new mine of San Adrian, will receive with great hos pitality, at his house' in Zacatecas, any English traveler that may pass through that city, and will, jf desired, relate al' the particulars of the remarkable accident lb "which he was mainly indebted for his rise in the world. Dona Margaiila, his very lady like wife, will confirm the ac count by her testimony, and by the ad ditional token cf a long haired, black eyed urchin, some five or six years old, bearing the identical name of Adriano, in commemoration of the event which hap pened shortly before his birth ; so that the essential truth of the elory may be considered as established beyond the pos sibility of doubt. THE VILL A'SALVIATI; OR The Wife's Eevenge. Tuts villa, originally in posces'ion'of the Medici family and subsequently of the Strozzi's, was afterwards purchased by Count Juliano, one of the must distin guished of the Florentine nobility. With every personal advantage youth, high station and immense wealth he was mar ried to one his equal in every respeet, and might thus have seemed an exception to the lot of humanity his life realizing, as it were, every possible element of happi ness. Still he was not happy. Amid all the voluptuous enjoyments of life pas sed in successive pleasures, the clouded brow and drooping eye told that some secret sorrow preyed upon him, and that his gay doublet, in all its bravery, cover ed a 8 ad and sorrow heart. His depres sion was generally attributed to the fact that, although now martied three years, no child had been to their union, or any likelihood that he should leave an heir to his great name and fortune. . Not even to his neatest friends, however, did any confession admit this cause of sorrow ; nor to the countess, when herself lament ing over her childless lot, did ho seem to show any participation in the grief. The love of solitude, the desire to es cape from all society, and pass hours, al most days, alone in a tower, the only ad mittance to which was by a etair from his own chamber, had now grown upon him to that extent, that his absence was regarded as a common occurrence by the guests of the cast'e, nor even excited a passing notice from any one. If others ceased to speculate on the count's sorrow, and the daily aversion he exhibited to mixing with the world, the countess grew more and more eager to discover the source. All her blandishments to win his secret from him were, however, in vain. Vague answers, evasive replies, or direct refusals to be interrogated, were all that she met with, and the subject, was at length abandoned at least, by these means. ' ' ' Accident, however, disclosed what till her artifice had failed'in. The key of the secret passage to the tower,' and which the count never entrusted to any one,-fell 'A VOLUME !. NUMBER 49; from 'his pocket one day, when riding from the door. The countess eagerly seized it, and guessing at once to what ft belonged, hastened to the count's cham ber. ' , The surmise was soon found to be tor reel. In a few moments she had entered he winding stairs, passing up which, ehe reached a small, octagon chamber at the summit of the tower. Scarcely had her eager eyes been thrown around the room. when they fell upon a little bed, almost concealed beneath a heavy canopy of silk. georgeously cmbroided with the count 6 armorial bearings. Drawing rudely aside the hangings, she beheld the sleeping fig ure of a little boy, who. even in his infan tine features, recalled the handsome traits of her husband's face. The child itart. ed and awoke with the none, and look-" ing wildly up, cried ont, Papa,' 'Mama.' Almost immediately, however, discover ing his error, he searched with anxious eyes around the chamber fur those he wa wont to see beside him. - : W ho arc you V said the countess, lit a voice that trembled with the most terrible conflict of terror and jealousy, excited to, the verge of madness. 'Who are you ! 'II Conte Juliano,' said" the child, hau ghtily, and showing at the same time a little medallion of gold embroided on his coat, and displaying the family arms of. the Julianos. 'Come with me, then, and see yottr 1 father's ci'stle,' said the countess ; and she led him down the steps of the steep; stairs into her husband's chamber. It was the custom of the period, that the lady, no matter how exalted her rank, should with her own hands arrange the linen which composed her husband's toil et, and this service was never permitted ' to be discharged by any less exalted mem ber of the household. When the count returned toward nightfall, he hastened to ' his room an invitation, or rather com-1 mand, to dine at the court that day, com polled him to dress with'all speed. He-, asked for the countess as he passed up the ; stairs, but paid no attention to the reply ; ' for as he entered his chamber, he found she had already performed the accustom cd office, and that the silver basket, with ; its snow-white contents, lay ready to his ' hand. With eager haste he proceeded to ' dress, and took up the embroidered shirt ' before him, when, horror of horrors! there lay beneath it the head of his child,""sev- , ered from the body, still warm and bleed-1 ing the dark eyes glaring at if with , half-extinguished life, the lips parted tf , if yet breathing! One cry of shrill and shrieking madness was heard through . every vaulted chamber of that vast castle. 1 The echoes were still ringing with, it as the madened father tore wildly from cham-" ber to chamber, in search of the murder-'4 ess. She had quitted the castle on horse- ' back two hours before. Mounting his swiftest horse, he followed her from cas- , lie to castle. The dreadful chase eonlin-. tied through tlie night and the next day. ... A few hours of terrible slumber refreshed . him again to pursue her. And thus he "? wandered over theAppenlnes and . the -vast plain 'beyond them, days, . wteks, ' months long, till in a wild conflict of his ' baffled vengence and insanity; he died J-' one was never nearu 01 more 1 Mr. Brown, why do you wear ihal -r bad hat I' 'Because Mrs. Brown row '. she will not go out of the house with .me until 1 gel a new one,' . ' , f. Patrick, when will water stop running ' down hill r J , " '' , When it get to the bottom, sure, you spalpeen.' " ' ' " " ; " ' ' " To' Shake orr Trouble. Set , about , doing good for somebody; put on your, hat, and, visit the poor y inquire, into their wants. and administer unto them; eeek . out the desolate and oppressed, and tell 1 thsm of the consolations of religion, -I havo tried this, and found it the best med- 1 icine for heavy heart. ";v ; "'li'"J TauuNo.The rules to form young man are, to talk little, to hear much, to : reflect alone upon what bai passed ia t company, to distrnst one's own opinion!, " and alue othetsthst dis.rvo it. - "i . Tie first intercourse tetweca Eurcps-" i ans and the Japanese took placo ia the) year 18,; - -'Jj '' V