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" :IP PAID .IN ADVANCE,' ' ,.. . - ,.,, m :,IS . .!, !,f &-,, , ,:! ; .iw n. , ;:,-.,', .. S I N. G L ;E ,C,( 0 E ; I E ;S Z. RAGAX, .Editor and Proprietor.. flfllOM TOK OLtTK WANCff.) ; ) T9A nvr.tv , w J r. - t'.sv. The .Lost and. Restored. 1 1 BVMtUAS LINN. Had I been blessed with a mother' Watchfpl ioye, I might have been other than I have been ; had her guiding hand trained my. wayward feet in infancy, there might have been less hours of woe in store for me, and fewer blight, ed years. But no such blessed lot was mine ; she only lived to press her babe to her bosom and then with a kiss and bles sing tor her husband and child, closed ter.eyes on earth for a happier land'. -My father, too,' died in my childhood. Lett to the care of relatives who indulged my every whim, I soon leaned my pow er. My will was law, my slightest wish obeyed. Petted, spoiled and self-willed, I grew up to womanhood with no wish ungratified, no passion unrestrained, and at the age ot eighteen made my debut in the fashionable world.', --Gay, beautiful and accomplished, I was mnch admired, and for a time reigned supreme, the life and the star of the bright circle in which 1 moved. Yet underneath all the pride and passion of my nature lay an under current of tendernes and deep feeling, waiting but for some master hand to touch the hidden spring aud bid its warm foun tains gush fotlh into new life and beauty. Suitors thronged around me, and with honeyed words and hollow hearts, laid their offerings at my feet; but from them all I turned proudly away, save one. Gay Lawrence was a perfect specimen of manhood; handsome dignified and re served, so different from the butterfly throng ; when others flattered he was si lent; when others praised he only smiled. Yet there was a magic power in the rich tones of his manly voice which drew me avay from the giddy throng and bound, me a captive prisoner at his side. 1 thought it his wealth and spotless name which caused me to launch my barque with his on the troubled sea of life, and learned not till long years af terward the whole soul worship which thrilled my being for him, Surrounded with eveiy luxury which the most deli cate taste and unbounded . wealth could lavish ; with a husband who' idolized me, for a time our splendid home seemed an Eden of bliss. Gradually I withdrew from the gay world till when two years had finwn and a sweet babe smiled on my bosom. I thought mvself wholly wean ed from its snares anuv fascinations! It was a new joy to watch the expanding of that immortal bud, and in 'he few brief months of its young existance I experi enced a new, strange happiness unknown before. And yet 'twas a little .thing which sundered our hearts and well nigh wrecked the happiness of two lives. Had my babe lived my heart might have remained pure and true, and its stormy passion waves forever slumbered in their sluggish beds, But God took my idol from me, and left my soul-shrine dessnlate. I watched the cloning of the violet eyes and the last flutter of the little life, while o'er my heart settled a dark despair.' In that hour of bitterness and trial, my hus band forgetting his own great sorrow, strove by new acts of love aud devotion to break the fatal spell which was destroy ing my voting life, We went more into society, frequented places of amusement and in scenes of pleasure and excitement I strove to drown the memory bell which tolled out their ceaseless chimes on ray soul. We went one evening to hear an Italian singer I was enrapturrd, entran ced ; I marked the kindle of the glorious eyes, as the crowd thundered their ap plause, and noticed, the rich hue, which mantled cheek 'and brow 'as boquet after boquet fell at her feet, and longed like ber to 'stand where an admiring world should oast their glittering laurels at my feet,, ',' '..:,"-.' , In that hour a new ambition fired my ouls i went iron) mat place witn a strange, wild purpose burring within my bosom. There was a wild sparkle in my eye, and an unnatural glow on my usu ally pale cheek, as on reaching' home I made known mj purpose to my husband He only smiled at my earnestness, say tng he could never . allow the charms of . . I . I M .1 l his (lamng to oe exnioueu io ine puouc gaze, and drawing my head down to his bosom bteaihed soft, soothing; words in my ear, telling me that there must the tron enre he had wooed and won forever rest, sheltered from the cold world's' snaies. Ah ! he little knew then, 'my'1 husband, the fatal spell which had even then taken possession of my soul. It haunted my night dreams, and day by day gained new strength upon me till my whole life and being seemed centered in that one wild desire. We had many subsequent con versations on the subject, and by every method and entreaty 1 strove to gain my object, but all to.no purpose; he who was gentle ana viewing in eugni eise was firm ana unoentnne in mis. une day I sought my husband with a firm re solve to gain my point even though his T I i l I t - .1 - . priceless love snouiu dq me sacnn.ee.' i .; nil) i. iii-i (.(oil ' .! I 'ill-') !i There'-was1 a1 ' thonghtful,' serious- look' resting On his face as'l eniered 1 b iW pre enee which I'iiad'heve'r seen there' before. Could it be the fearful foreboding of the dark ' winged evil near.7. I sealed myself ort'a hw douch at his side, anil with all the earnestness of ray natnre pleaded by cause.1'1 I had expected reasoning and re proaches, but none fell upori my listen ing ear j I looked up into the searching eyes bent above me, and read in "their calm; unimpassioned gaze'i an answer" to ray pleadings I was maddened, wild; I threw the circling arms from - me and sDod up before him in all the pride and dignity of my womanhood. Oh, in that hour of passion and blindness I forgot my woman's mission,1 my wifoly duty, all, all save that one wild longing which held captive my soul. Bitter words were on my tongue, wordsbich echoed through my soul-deplhs long afterwards of a home and life far away where no tynnt husband should bend my wil, to liia. As I turned to leave his presence my husband cast upon me such' a look of mingled pity and tenderness, a look winch haunted me through all the weary years of bur estrangement and separation. That night I left my husband's side when I thought him sleeping and hastily parepared for flight Selecting a few ar ticles from my wardrobe, together with a few.momentos of past hour, my fingers sought the door knob when a strange, unacountable impulse caused me to turn and gaze once more on tho face which had. beep so dear to me, A few faint beams of the rising moon struggled in through the half closed shutters falling on the brown locks with a dim glory. An anxious and troubled expression rest-; ed on the pale features, (the olden look of yesterday) his slumbers seemed rest less and disturbed. ' ' j, , I thought I heard my name murmered in his drenn 8, and bending low I caught trie words, U, Isabella, come back to me I' ' 0, how those pleading tones pierced my very soul and well nigh un bent my purpose, but the syren finger of tame was beckoning me on, on. and heed ing not the voice of love and duty, my feel pressed the stairway. The door of our littlo parlor stood ajar, and I could not resist the impulse once more to stand within its hallowed retreat. I paused a moment by , the low casement where I had sat so many happy hours j the vines seemed never to have twined so graceful ly, or the June roses to have blossomed ... :i ' i : ii . 1 so sweeny mere oeiore. in one corner hung my guitar, with its silken 6trines neglected and unstrung, and there as last I leu it, With its musio book open at Ins favorite song, stood my piano,' silent and still, while the blue eyes of my lost dar ling looked down reproachfully upon me Irom the wall. Casting one Ion 2 linger ing look on each familiar .thing; my feet crossed tno tnresnoui ana trod the vann ing pathway to the little mound beneath the' willows. ! I plucked one whi.'e rose from the hallowed spot, and went foiih alone into the cheerless night. ' Morning found me at a railway station bound, not knowiug whither or where. I had seen an advertisement In the daily papers, of a celebrated music teacher, ' residing in a large town aooui one nunarea miles dis tant, and thither I resolved to direct my wandering feet. On, on, the iron steed bounded every moment bearing' me from the ties of kindred and home. Stranger eyes bout their curious glances upon me, that one. so young, so beautiful, should be traveling alone' and unprotected., and I shrank away from their cruel,, searching gaze, like the guilty thing I watt. , , ' Night found me in a strange place, without a friendly roof to shelter my weary head. 0, in that hour of desola tion how the lone dove yearnod for iti lost home neBt in the safe retreat of a hus band's love ; but my, wayward heart had forfeited all cjaim to the priceless treasure. 'Twas a rueced, thorny oathway mv blind Will had marked put before me, and now I must reap the consequences of my own rashness and Tolly.; I secured lot myself private lodgings, sought out the old tutor, who. received me with a kind, oncouraging smile, sounded my voice, and for its depth and clearness, pronoun ced it very fine, assuring me, by cars and cultivation, of a brilliant success. ' I pla ced myself under his instruction and toil ed hopefully; unceasingly, hardly' allow ing myself 'time for food and repose. At the end of three months I was considered competent " for ; my , hew ' 'vocation, ' 'and made Hiy" debut on the stage',' as. a pupil of the celebiated Gerard' de Norval. The brilliancy 'of ahfr gas light the sea'of human laces turned upon me at the rising of the curtain in the first act, so complete ly bewildered methat for a moment my Benses seemed paralyzed with fear, and my voici thrilled forth a low' trembling strain, like the wail of a frightened bird ; but gradually, as I became accustomed to the sight,- strength and courage, $am to my aid, and forgetting the 'scene wound me, I poured my whole soul into the. work before me. The intense stillness of the listening crowd, broken onlyfby the deep murmurs of applause at the conclu ' ' STEDBEOTILLEi; WEI)NESl)A : till I'ilii ii!fr .(' .., -rlh; U.ili j -fifi t i J't-i . '. -,07.l i;i .?.!!(: J, :;.u ;i'"'!ri:i sion of every song, alone told my triumph. From that timanif fame was establish ed in. the musical world. ! I sang in every town and city within ihree hundred miles from my former home, winning fresh 'lau rel8 everywhere, while every lip "and tongue :echoed 'the ; praise, of Gabrielle, the queen of son?, ffor thus thev had styled ,me, as I would not' suffer my spotless name,' the name of my husband so loved and retered, to become the theme for gossip atnong the gay World. ! Every. where 1 moved, an adinmnrr train follow. ed in my trail, seeking to learn the. birth and hta'.ory of the new star, which had so suddenly arisen In the! world of song'. Mostly Kills, rare boquets and ended bil let doux, breathing passionate words of love aud adoration, found their way to my boudoir ; but all were powerless alike to move mj heart, 'for1 its secret portals were euarueo Dj" a noly talisman, e en Gay Laurence's priceless love. the star of my destiny had risen Inch in the cloudless heavens. Fame's serpent nngers had woven a glittering coronet, to twine around my brow. The goal of my ambition was woii. For this I had eiven my peace of soul, for this I had bartered the hoJiest boon of woman's life. , In the till night watches, o'er weary leagues and trackless wastes, my spirit cried out in bitternass for its early love, but the memory-voices brought back one only mocking echo, lost, lost, i r . ,.. rive years had flown since my cruel desertion, but in their flight had brought no tid'ngs of the forsaken one. I had performed my rounds in ceaseless circles, like the charmed bird, gradually nearing the home-nest, till I was to sing that night within ten miles of my former resi dence. I sat, in the twilight of early June time, musing on the strange events of my past life, when a tide of varied recol lections flooded my soul at the thought of being so near the object ot my former lovo. A withered, rose fell from the volume I held in my hand, and lay trembliug in the sunshine at my feel: ' At the sight of that cherished keepsako. a thousand ten der remambranccs awoke anew to life, which I had hoped forever burieJ with the retnrnless pastremembrances of the sweet babe, sleeping beneath the willows, of hi.n, whom' I had promised before God and the angels, to love through all coming time; and beneath their spftning touch, she, the haughty, world renowned singer, wept in humbleness and shame, and in that hour of sorrow and contrition I would have given world could I have felt his kiss of forgivenes on my lips; his hand in blessing on my head.' A strange fancy seized me that night, and guided by its impulse, I pushed aside the glittering pile of costly robes, and arrayed myself in a simple dress of spotless white, twined one rose bud 'mid the folds of my midnight hair ; and but for a yearning, weary look round the eurving lip; the face and form which I surveyed in the mirror' were but little1 changed from: that fearful flight of ytjr ajjniie. a levensn excuement lent a new charm to my tongue, and 1 had never sung with a greater brilliancy than on that eventful evening. ,i A mysterious presence seemed ever near me, and my glarice constantly wandered over the crowd of Spectators, as rf seeking some familiar face. I had reached the concluding piece; 'twas a favorite sons of my husband's, and its sweet strains gushed forth with' a strange power and earnestness," when, as my glance wandered again, its accustomed round, it met the gaze of a starching eye, and seemed rivited to the spot ; that no ble foriri, that lofty brow and wealth !bf gold brown locks; I could not be decieved. It was he, my long lost hdsband. 'A strange, shuddering sensation crept round my heart ; the last note falteted od my tongue like a dying wailj'ighis, specta tors, all fled from my vision. ; ' :i ," ; ' I awoke to consciousness in my own; apartments, with a crowd of anxious faces bent above me; but refusing' all comfort and sympathy 1 wildly entreated to be left alone. Alone with my thoughts the events of the past evening rushed across my mind,1 and I knew the scene I had witnessed hid been no idle dream, buVa living 'reality.' 'A voice from the secret depths of my own heart pleaded a return, a voice from the' willow grave and Eden home whispered "come," and I obeyed the call.1' Way-wonv and eary with a fearful presentiment of evil pressing at my .heart, at nightfall I hastened up the gravel. i walk , that led h my husband's splendid mansion, the air of silence and desolation which reigned without,: bot strengthened ; my, fwnj Hurrying past groups of, affrighted servants, who paied upon me ns some spectre from the dead, up the broad staircase my feet flew rather than went, my heart told me where, paus ing not till I reached the door of my hus band's, apartment. Noiselessly I entered tbei 'darkened room. A ray of light from a hall closed shutter revealed to ma a irostrate form beneath the snowy cover el, ( It was my husband. I bent above (he palid face, showered wild kisses, on lip at)d brow, and fondly called, the en dearing nam, but no answering caress met mine, no look of recognition answer ed .my imploring, gaze,: iQ, ,my heart was wejl nigh breaking thaOrul kneeling by his" bedside, I poured forth one 'fervent anguished petition into the' ear of the All Mercifal;lifor'' ihe '"restoration.' to life and health of my precious one. ii 'i; It was agonizing to listen to his ravings, sometimes in fervent, anguished tones begging me not to leave him. and then in lowpiteous pleadings calling on his Isabel to come back' to him once more. Daysand Weeks I watched beside him, allowing no other to take my place, and though, to my questionings, the while haired physician would! answer me by a mournful shake of the head, yet I never faltered: or doubted, but my loved one would bo restored. My voice possessed a magic spell to hush into quiet his wild est ravings, my hand n soothing power to lull the weaiied brow to rest, and thro' the Ipng hours 1 sat and watched beside him, yearning so earnestly for the, be,am of intelligence to come hack once more to the gleaming eye. The crisis came at last, and with the awakening,; the kind old physician told me with tearful eye, he had hope of reason's return. . I watched his quiet breathing with flut tering heart and dimming eye. At last the eyelids slowly unclosed, wandering from one object to: another, reBting at last on my tearful face. There was a ner vous quiver of the pale lips, and then trembled forth the love words, ''0, Isabel ray darling, tell me 'tis no dream that you have indeed come back to me once more,'.' while my tongue faltered out in reply, "0, my husband, can you forgive me these cruel years of neglect and deser tion V He drew my head down to its old resting place on his.bosomi and there with his cheek pressed closo to mine, and his kiss of forgiveness on my lips, my weary head reposed in a sweeter slumber than it had known for five long yeais. nis recovery was rapid Irom then, and with my assistance he was soon able to go about his accustomed haunts. But the scenes through which I had passed the few past weeks, proved too much for my shattered strength, and I sank on a bed of sickness in all the delirium of a fever. Sometimes, i with wild songs gashing on my lips,: and the flush of triumph on my brow, before an assembled throng I stood, and again through blind pathways, 'neat'i starless skies I wandered, seeking my husband!s love.. It was his' voice which recalled my wandering lenses to life and happiness again.; ; I aroie from that bed of sickness a changed bot better woman. Each had. much to, tell the other of the past, i My husband had; indeed long and vainly sought me. without, being able to obtain any. clue of the wandering one. He had henrdof the fame of Gabrielle the gifijed singer, .little dreaming that she and bis -lost darling Were one and the same. Learning that she was tt ping so near, he resolved to be one of the number to listen to her songs that night, ind renew among the countless throng, his search once moro, with but a faint hope of success. - He went, and found in the person of the far-tamed singer,; his. loisr lost Habelle. Thp . discovery was loo much for his shattered nerves, and a long illness fol lowed.. . ;: ( i Two years have passed since the prodi gal's return, two vears cf almost perfect joy. and peace, I sit in the twilight shadows and fold a sweet babe lo my bo. 8om, with eyes and hair like my lost darling's. The songs which I now sing are breathed for ray husband's ear alone, or in hushing mv infant to rest , and as I gaze into the violet depths of the eyes which look love vto mine, I breathe a silent prayer to the heavenly throne that her tender years may be spared so bitter a late as mine has been. , - , Ought a Man to laugh. ' ' ' Sometimes' the most sober do if. A correspondent, living in central Indiana communicates the following : "At . our eleven' o'clock preaching last' Sibbath, Oct. 3d, the presiding elder was filling the pulpit. A ministerial brother, in order the better to bear, took a chair and sat m, frpnt. of the desk on the platform. The sermon was. perhaps, half through and half the congregation were in tears, when our brother of tho platform, wiping his eyes, aud pushing his chuir unconsci ously back; lost hiij.centre of gravity, and his chair and self weat over the platform's edge -to .the, j floor.! The change (from tears Jo ,the., opposite stale was sudden. Grave as was.the elder it wasnotdifficulti to sep the wrinkles of laughter in sis face. I myself could, not restrain my . risibles, and as to the congregation ihe demonstra tion was almost general. - The. brother who fell gathered himself as fast as he cohld, appearing exceedingly mortified at Ihe 'mishap." We were witness ourself of a scene nearly similar to the above, on t, late Sabbajli, and thought at the time how necessary it was for a man to have his eyes about him all the while, as well as his ears. Meth. Prot. ' We' should be honest, because we are directed to be so by the most lofty and undying principles. Deceniber SiS, ..a-.-, ,!, i.. .. . . i; v .-n '.-i r.'t . . rpOM rHB DOLLAR. SKW&m'Kt-rEaitAD.) I i , ;;i:,-:, ;; tftSOM DtttpttilU 1 t ; -jnnnii .... i;.,: -i-;. !i. (."TT '- , i . ;'! ''i . BY J. OILL0N. Frans Dutchkin was a little old man; who lived in a little old house, on the banks of the Rhine, and it would have puzzled a wiser rierson th nn vnu nr I. kind reader, to tell which was ihe elder, the dry brown old house or brown dry looking old man who lived in it. Both seemed as though they might have chal lenged King Time to, a trial of strength and patience, ' and have, come off the Vir-thr.1" ' "'"!' ''! The little old house stood m the mirts! of great eosy-looking barns and outhouses, two or three times as large at itself, and evening and morning the air,, .was filled wiui iuc lowing 01 came, me bleating of sheen, the busy cackle of nnultrv and all the sounds, which speak of home comfort ana nappiness; but ft f ranz Dutchkin's cattle lowed of any such thine, thev for- ever forfeited their character for veracity, ior rranz was guiltless ot having Bhed one beam of joy or gladnesn on a human soul, since the days when he lay on his mother's breast and woke in her heart the sweet joy of maternity. Qne thing oniy rranz .Dutchkin. loved money. that he loved truly, and bowed himself. body, soul and spirit, in the dust before !. r. it a t . . ii. it was an ne nad to love ; the smiling face of a wife had never brightened the brown old house, nor the merry voices of children woke its slecninff echoes sinre Fianz Dutchkin called himself its master ; lie said women had grown lazy and ex travagant, and he was to poor himself to keep a wife in idleness. But if you had seen how scornfully the Rhineland maid- ens tossed their heads, and curled their I i . ' . . ongnt rea nps,' you would have sworn it was because no one would have him for all his gold.: Franz had a brother, Ru dolph, who resembled him bat in. one thinjr, the name of Dutchkin.. Thev had started in life with equal stores of this wotld's goods, but while gold flowed'in a steady stream into the strong box of Franz anu siuck mere as it wedged and welded fast, . Rudolph seemed sifted with ih.i fatal power of turning every coin he loucueu io air, ior none ever remained in his hands, and his fortune dwindled In spite of all his efforts to turn the tide the other, way. Such was his ill luck that I doubt not, had he been set down in the valley of Golconda, the diamonds would have turned to worthless pebbles at his feet. Though poor in ihe'wealth of this world, Rudolph was rich in heart treas ures. He hd a rosy-cheeked, rough handed, but tender-hearted wife, who toiled with him early and late, always cheerful and contented, and eight lusty little ones, who. made the house merry with their gambols. Nevertheless it must be admitted that, highly as these heart treasures are prized by 'their possessors, and I bave heard very poor men say worlds could not buy them, they are bet ter calculated to drag i man down to poverty's dark vale, rather than elevate him to the fair and sunny placid of afflu ence. ! Down the firiim descent Ttiidnlnh slipped, slipped, slipped, despite all his struggles, mi ne landed at the bottom, sick and penniless. : The true-hearted wife, rosy-cheeked no longer, wept, and labored, and nraved. but ten month tverA hard to fill, and one blustering Novomber uuy lounu tnem Keeping a lorced rast, with no prospect of a feast to ton nff wiih Then the poor wife threw her coarse shawl over her head, and with a sinking I . iv l e .i ... . . . a uean saiueu lonn anna the rain and sleet, to try if Franz could be nrevaileH nn !v the pleadinir of Buffer! n kindred ta nart wiih some of his hoarded wealth, i Alone L . II II vim muuuy roau sue toiled ; the blustering wind almost blew her away, the rain and sleet beat, in her face, but ahe heeded tnem not; her heart was at home with her sick husband and starving children. By.and by the window of the little brown house glimmered in the distance, and soon the poor .woman, timidly peeping m, saw rranz uutcljkin sitting in bis arm-chair before a blading fire, smoking his pipe in cheerinir comfort. ' While she gazed, there was a whirr among , the wheels of the quaint pld clock that stood on tne mantie shelf, blinking in ,lhe fire light. Out popped a little man in' a red night cap, who held a bag, marked gold, in each hand: he clanked them tmrethnr six times, nodding and rolling his head all the time at Franz, who nodded too. ana tnen popped back into the old clock, and all was silent. Six o'clock, yes, six o'clook, and the deepening gloom ' warned her, ' to hesitate .no longer.' Her : timid knock brought , Franc to llm dnnr onA as she began with trembling voice and sinking heart to pour forth her sorrowful tale, he made a motion as if he would push "her awav with his hunHs. savins "Go, go, I cannot; help it if my brother is iazy, ana nas a great pack of children be must feed himself." The hot tears streamed over ber cheeks, washing off the cold loir and sleet. kKa said, turning sadly away j "Pray Jesus kl. . ii t lue goia you nave rctused the poor mt .1 JIM . . ., . I , I. )'!; i :r-."H yi Iii i:i .,) neyer,weig)i, SO) heavy; . oayqf r ( soul.it cannot mount to glofy.". ., ., 1 "r r, 5; ' Franz Dutchkin stood ' looking' at her as she plodded along the darkening road, and not till she was lost amid mist, mud and darRness, did he turn to his bright room, and closing the door, , sat down again in his arm-chair before the fire; but a spell had fallen over him ; nothing was so bright and comfortable as before. When be looked into the fire, he saw the figure, hp I had been watching walking down its' glowing alleys, with sometimes for its ' companion the slender, boyish form of the poor scholar he had so rudely turned 'from' his door that day. If he looked at bis blinking old clock; their iaces peeped at him Irom every quaint moulding ; they were on the walls every where ; his, mind was full of them ; and ever as he begari to count over to himself tne weann oi bis bursting barns thejood rue s woras, "rray Jesus tile gold you ave refused the poor, may never weigh o heavy on vuur soul it cannot mount to so glory," blotted out . his calculations and ne Dau to begin ail over again. Twas strange, he wondered at himself: such acts were no new thing; they constituted is iiie; out, neyer nelore had they dis- irbed him. He filled his nine, heaned the great logs on his fire, and tried to iorgec,- out in vain; tne blazing fagots crackled the poor woman's words; they formed the burden of the cricket's song ; tne very smoke or his pipe twined itself IlltO her fane, as it rtirled nnwardd and faded away. At length, being unable to oanisn tnese tnonguts, rranz no; only suffered them natientlv. hut even becan J . ' - o to calculate how much gold would be re quired to weigh down a man s soul, and almost to wish, wicked fellow that he was, that 6ome demon would give him' tne trial, not that he wished or was wil ling to be' damned, hot then be could think of twenty plans to keep the gold ana cneai tne devil, in such, thoughts as these time slipped bv : the fire smoul dered to glowing Coals ; shadows crept out on me wans; the wheels oi the old olock began to rumble, and forth from his retreat started ihe little man in the red night cap, and clanged his bags Io eelher twelve times. This Franz exnecU ed ; but what was his astonishment when, instead ot retiring modestly into his den, as was his wont,: the goblin, ; demon, or whatever he was, , winked his eye and nodded his head at Franz : and. after ciiltine a few funnv canon, seated himself on the mantle' shelf. Franz' was bewil dered ; he rubbed bis eyes, and looked and mbbed them aeain: but thev ner- sisted in saying that the little man in the reu night cap was silting there, knocking his heels together, and nodding and wink ing as though there wjs some deep secret between them. I can do it for von. Franz Dutchkin." said he, with a knowing wink ; '! can uo ii. ijook at these; they are full of eold." And he shook his tinv hairs tri- umphantly in the air. Franz could not forbear a laugh. A thousand such Lilli putian bags would not have been a dron in the bucket to his desire. "Never fear," said the little demon, frowning angrily, lI could pour enough gold from them to buy you, if I pleased. Lay down and put your strong box on your breast, and I will pour in cold as Ion or as von ran , . D 4 bear its weight ; but have a care you do not let me give you more, than you can lift, for though I may give, I cannot take it from you." '' Franz did as he was bid; and the little demon,. perching' himself on the side of me dox, commenced pouring id a steady stream of gold from his little bags! At first Franz was very cautious trying the weigm oi tne box every second or so but at last the rlilterinc stream so bewil dered and excited him, that though be leu cue weight beginning lo crush him, he could not bear to orv enouch. . He fried its - weight once more, and found his utmost strength barely sufficient' to move ii; &top, stop now," cried he, but with a sigh for he still longed for more. . . i "Oh ! no. not vet : vou are not allow ing for mv weight." said the little demon briskly, at the same time pouring in such a quantity that Franz soreamed out in agony he was dying. With a malicious laugh,' the little demon sal for a time watching his ineffectual strnircrlen' and mocking his sgony, and then skipped off anu leu mm writlnug and groaning in despair. . : Vain were all his struggles ; days, months, years passed slowly by, still he lay weighed to the earth by the load of wealth which ' seemed crushing ont bis life,-and yet. he could not die. '' After many years, or ages, as they seemed he knew instinctively that the end of all things was at band, and the messengers, of God were gathering the righteous to gether, to save them from the destruction which was coming upon the world. ' His heart was filled with terror and despair, for, he, was pinned to the.eirth by his cursed gold, and must perish with it in the flames. While he was weeping and struggling, there entered an angelic form, i .-is. Ml.': .- : " .jj.TrlvV ciU 'a 8"-l ' ; rfJ:',M) f;;M ("ivS 'im-i ! n-f'i;'? fj:t) VOii. 4-XO.' 5f., bright and majestic, followed by his poor brojther,, hia; wife and chiWreBKfind merrjf ''-'' friends and neighbors. ;,They,canue and stood sorrowfulfy around him,' and the angel said: "You are all this poor teaV friends or neighbors ; there mast be somi among you whom ,he has, helped, in pov erty or sickness, or cooifortec i,n sorrpwf Any one "he has helped may ' help him now."' "'" ' ''' ,"'."'." A solemn 'silence ' reigned ; and' l Franz looked from face tn7faoe! he tried .in vain to remember one kind act, but in its stead a long array of harsh deeds and harsher words filled his heart With re morse and tinged his cfleek' with a blush of shame., The angel turned sorrowfully lo Rudolph, saying, " You are his brother yos were sick and your children want-, ed bread '; surely then he gave you of his' bounty. 1 You can help him." But Ru dolph sadly shook his head, and his wife covered her weeping face. Then the angel wept and turned away, and all, friends, neighbors and brother passed from the room. The last lo go was the poor wife,' who. turning her face, all streaming with tears, as he had seen it that November night, said : " The gold you have refused the poor has weighed you to the earth, so that you never can mount to glory." ,She then disappeared. '' "' 3 . There are moments into " which 4he agony ages is compressed, and the soul suffers an eternity. Such to Franz was that which followed her departure, when.; he was left to meet bis doom in 'utter loneliness, unseen end unpitied. ' ' Hia; agony was too great to bear. While ; He shrieked . and struggled, the earth gave1 way beneath him, and he felt himself fal ling fallingfalling till he was "brot up Bit Bianumg, as sailors say ; by his Diue cueu nearth, and opening bis eyes, o touna hirasolt reposing among the dead mbers. He sat un and ruhberl bin nv. The moon wss shining brightly through iae nine wmaow; but no trace of box; gold or demon remained. He looked fearfully at his old clock, and actually trembled when the fit tin man in ia raA night cap popped out and proclaimed four1 OIO0K. ' ' Franz sat for a few momenta in.!i)f thought;. then starting up, he aroused nia Bleeping servants, and sach a bustling and running to and fro I am sure had never ' . . ., i - i ueen seen since me old brown hoose was bouse; and before. another hour had issed, Franz was rapidly ' drivinrr his wagon, nchlv . laden with onnd ihimra. towards the town. Great was the amaze. menlof poor Rudolph and his wife when Franz drove dp in the earl rlavliirht nnrt they learned his errand, (for he kept his dream to himself.1 and meat th .. Q ; prise of the neighborhood when it waa noisea aDroad tnat Franz, after turning a beffSrar from his door, had nnrmierl and brought him back to be clothed and fed.' . 9 . I . ... many were me ongnt spots o. wit expen ded on him. to the effect thnt suriilen amendment boded death. Nevertheless, Franz Dutchkin lived to a good old age, growing better each day, loving gold less and his fellow men more; but he avn away the quaint old clock which had taught him such a lesson, for the little man with his bags of gold awoke u'nplea sBnt thoughts whenever he appeared. Rudolph did not lontr deserve the of poor, for through the assistance' of TO . cram na nis own exertions, peace and plenty soon crowned his dwelling. , , , ' '': Plowerg. ' How the universal heart of man blesses' flowers J They are wreathed around the cradle, the marriage altar and the, tomb f The Persian in the far et delights, in their perfume, and writes his love in nosegays while the Indian child bf ther far west clasps hjs hands with glee, as ho gathers the . abundant , blossoms the il luminated scripture of the prairies;., ;,The Cupid of the ancient- Hindoos lipped his arrows with flowers and orange buds" are the bridal cron with t, a nation of yes terday. Flowers . garlanded altar ; and they hang in votive wjceatha. AH these are appropriate uses.:. Plow ers should deck the brow of the youth ful bride, for they are in themselves a lovely type of marriage. They should twine round the tomb, for their perpetu ally renewed beauty is a symbol of the resurrection, they should festoon the al tar, for their, fragrance and their beauty ascend in perpetual worship before the Most High. Lydia M. Child. ': ' , A Schenectady paper describing the effects of a squall upon a canal boat, says;' ' "When the gale was at its highest, the1 onfortunate craa keeled lo larboard, tod I the captain and inoiher. cask of; whiskey! rolled overboard." ., ,. Vi f, , , One of the most . distinguished medical practitioners osed to say, that he considf ered a fee so necessary to give weight to' ah opinion, that when he looked ai his own tongue in the " glass, he slipped a quatler from one pocket into the other. . J :. 4 tm8ll,!oy.wlking in th street vX a big baton, a stranger icries out "Halloo'' hat, where are you going with that boy!''