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r -; -.-V- I OTTAWA Wmm TMBM Tl '- - 1 - OUR C 0 U N T R Y H E R C 0 M M E R C E A ND HER. FREE INSTITUTIONS. VOL. IV. OTTAWA, ILLINOIS, FRIDAY, JANUARY 5, 1814. NO. 29. wi.vriiB. . The spirit of Winter uroso on the air, Willi shivering limbs all naked and bare ! Born in the depth of an Iceland cave, Cradled and nur.ed on a stormy wave, lie slumber'd a season, and then came forth Hi steeds were the bitterest wind of the north; A fiozen cloud was hi whirling car ; llerkness and Fear were hie heralds of war; J I in iciclc-tcelh did rattle and shake Like a hurling atone on a frozen lake, Or the clattoring bone of a gibbettcd form That i driven about by the merciletm storm; Hi long skinny arms he waved in tho breeze, And strippid of their verdure the plants and tho leave: Wherever ho srnotcd, his withering breath All delicate being crumbled in death ! . From the Preterit. Tilt iti:ne.iiui:iii:u lio.nu, II I ITIHI Vllill CHILD. Our birih is but a sleep and a forgetiing : 'J'llM Soul lllllt rinl'i Willi UN, OUT life's Slur, Hath bnd rite were its sutlinj;, And vomfth from afar; ' Xnr in enliio forgctfnlnm, And not in utlrr nakediir., liut trailing clouJs of glory do we como From Ciud, v!io it our homo. WonnswDRTii. -A child lay sleeping by the sea-shore. The tiilo was coming in go fast, thai the foam of the great waves already dashed neir the fuel of tlie slecninr one. A white gu!l came riding thither on t'.te lop! ..To In if. n.... i : i.,' u uiu wj.it. ic new inii-iip in mc air, and screamed as lie flew. ! Whereat tlie sleeper awoke, and look ed around him. The place was wild and lonely ; hut iho red, round sun was rising tip out of the ocean, and as the sea tiymphs danced up to meet him, ihe points of their diamond crowns glittered among the green billows. A'hfiro run I?' said lhr rliild. Me rubbed his eyes, looked all around with wonder. 'How came I here?' he said : .This is not my home!' Suddenly, he heard soft, sweet voices, lliey camo front above his head, and the Pai'PH nf tint rtnia stirwwl lliam Then ho remembered that he was n King's son, and had onco lived in a glori ous palace. How hud he wandered thence ? Had gipsies stolen him, as he 'slept in his gulden cradle? Those soft, sweet voices sounded like old times. 'I heard them in my father's house,' said he; oh, I wish they would sing to me ugain.' In tlie simplicity of his littlj heart, he thought some one among the rocks sung ;,. l. :.. 11. in iif'ij iu uic vimll'3 ill iiii; .nr. lit; crept into a cave, and asked, 'Where is my home ? Ye that sing here so sweetly the songs of tny father's house, can ye tell mo where is my home ?' Tho waves dashed loud against the rocks, but there was no other sound ; on ly, as he ceased to speak, echo, with hol low lomis, answered, 'home.' Where Y my homo?' he cried with passionate eagerness ; and echo again answered, 'home.' Afraid of the loneliness, and of the mocking sounds, the child crept out of the cave, and camu into the morning sun shine. ; He walked on and on, and tl seemed to . him as if the smooth, hard beach would have no end. The great waves, as they caino tumbling and roaring to his feel, seemed to speak into his heart, with a deep loud voice, 'home ! home 1' . Then the tears rolled down his checks; for he felt as if he were waudetiug alone ' in a sinnge place. ' As he went along, crying bitterly he met a lame old woman, who said to him sharply, 'well John, where have you 'been ? A fine piece of work is ihis, for ' you to walk in your sleep, and so bo whimpering by the sea shore at break of day ! I 'must tia you to the bedstead ; and then all tho walking you must do in your : dreams.' . . ' The boy looked timidly at her, as she .took him by the hand ; 'and he wondered within himself if she were the gipsey that had stolen him. Then he remember ed tho melodious voice, and the echoes, .'in the cave, and how the great thundering 'Waves seemed to speak' into his heart. -- Why don't you talk ?' said the. old wo man) ! should think you would be glad to go home.' ' : .. The boy answeredf It sometimes scones tome as if 1 once lived in a beau tiful palace, and, ad if the hut where we are going were' not my home.' "' , 'That, comes of walking in your sleep,' jrfaid the" old woman ;. these are dreams. Come home, and go' to' work, for dream 'ing' Will get you no breakfast.' 'v,So.the liilc boy wetii io her hut; and when'he had milked the cow, and drawn ;the water, and split wood for the oven, alio made really for him a, nice breakfast. !fche was very good to JuTrtv according to fiet ' way J imTwricn lie had done, his work, she was always willing he should run1 in the field's to play, with other child " ' " " Gradually he forgt the voices in tlie air and tho echoes in the cave, until il secmed to him as if he had always lived in tho old woman's hut. liut, a long, long tine after, it chanced that the cow rambled frm her pasture, and John was scut to find her. He wandered far, into a deep, thick wood ; and there by the side of a running brook, in the midst of white shining birch stems, that stood thick arond, like slen der columns of silver, the old cow was lying on the grass, with her feet folded under her, peacefully chewing her cud. The full clear moon bhonc on the brook, and as the waters went rippling along over the stones, it seemed as if the moon were broken into pieces, and every little waielcl was scampering oil' with a silver fragment. The thoughtful lad lookd at the moon, fast tending to the west ; he looked at her image in the brook ; and lie listened to the deep silence of the woods. The same sweet voice, that he had heard be for, seemed to conic from tho brook ; and the notes lliey sung were like snatches of and old familiar tune. A sain he remem bered, but more dimly than before, that he had once lived in a glorious palace, full uf light and music. He stood leaning against a birch tree, and looked with earnest, thoughtful love at a pale evening primrose, which grew by the brink of a rivulet. Py degrees, the (lower raised itself, and assumed the look of a tall and graceful girl, playfully dipping her feel in the water. ,., Then the heart ol the youth was riht joyful ! He sprang forward, ex claiming, 'Oh, il is long long years since we parted. Do you remember Isow 1 trieJ to kiss your image in the great crystal mirror in my father's palace ? and how provok ed 1 was that ever, as I tried to kiss your image, I kissed myself?- How glad 1 am to sen you again ! Will you lead me to our homo V Tho tall primrose waved her yellow blossoms in the evening air, and made no answer. The youth stood amazed. Where had the maiden vanished ! Whence did she come? What meant ihesj recollections of a fur-off home ? In the deep solitude around, it seemed as if all things tried to tell him if he could but understand their language. Slowly and sadly, ho relumed to his hut, driving the cow before him. The niht was beautiful, but soHemn ; for ail was dusky light, and slar-stillness. The lone traveler gazed at the silent sky with earnest glances, and still his busy heart repeated ihe question, 'Where is my home ? Where is tho beautiful maiden V It seemed as if the stars might tell him, if lliey would ; but the stars passed into his heart and found no voice. Tor a long, long time, he remembered this scene with strange distinctness. At early dawn, at evening twilight, in the deep woods, and by the sounding shore, ho thought of those soft, sweet voices, and the beautiful maiden. His heart de sired to hear and sco them again, with inexpressible longings. At last, after weary months, he met thetn thus : he rose before tho sun, one bright' May morning, and went forth to gather violets for ihe children, in the field before him he saw a beautiful child, with white garments and golden hair. He called to her, 'little one, you will take cold in the damp grass !' Hut the child turned round laughing, and threw flowers at his head. As lie camo nearer to her, he perceived that she had thin transparent wings of lovely purple; and sometimes she went skimming along the grass, and sometimes she sailed round his head, tossing flowers in his face, singing, 'follow, follow, follow mo ! Follow me by rock ami tree ! Ever toward llio rising sun,' Follow, follow, lundy one ! WIutu thy homo it thou xlialt know Hut long tho path the juiiiiify blow, : Follow, follow, fillow me ! . , Follow ine ty lock and lieo ! , Fvt-r towiird iho rising sun, Follow, Tullow, (oiifly out'.' ( Thus she went on singing and dancing, and sailing in the air. Sometimes she ran before, him silently ; Hut if he quest ioned her, she skimmed swiftly away, as if she were skating on ice ; and he could only sec the sbining of her w hiio gar ments' among the trees !n iho distance, 'ho' would wate till ho came near, and then begin to sing, ' ' . ' 'Follow, follow, follow mo !' tn this way she led him to the top of a .high mountain, and then flew away far up into the sky, and so out ol sight. 1 lie ymili gazed upward till he could noting er ee the waving of her garmeuts, or the glittering of her wjngs. 'Oh, would that I, too could , fly l',Jio exclaimed. He looked down upon the broad green fields and the winding river, jljnilay at liis(fucif like emeralds set in silver; and the world seemed more lonely than ever. He lean ed his head upon his hand and .vighcri. Suddenly ho heard a tuneful voice ; and it sang the same notes that puzzled him on the sea-shore. He turned quick round, and the beautiful maid of tlie prinr.ose stood before him ! . flushing deeply, and trembling with delight, he rose and said, 'A pleasant May morning to you, fair maiden ! Tell me yonr name.' With modest and simple frankness, she replied, Thanks, for this friendly greet ing. My name is Mary; and my father is Joseph the miller. You can see our mill, if you look wheie tho brook goes rushing down the sides of the moun tain. ' 'Now, this is passing slrangc,' thought he; 'did I not sco this very girl riscoul of a primrose, by the side of the birch brook I Is she not, moreover, the very one whoso image I tried to kiss in my father's mirror?' Hut be kept ihcsw thoughts to himself, feaiing she would again disappear. He said aloud, 'You arc abroad early this morning, lair maid en.' She replied, 'I came hither for a rare blue flower, that my liule sister dearly loves. It grows only on the mountain top, as if it liked to live near the sky. See, my basket is nearly filled with flow ers ; but I have not found our favorite blue-eye yet.' The youth eagerly inqu'ned of what flower she was in search ; and never was he so pleased, us when he found a group of them nodding under the warm shelter of a rock. They rambled over the moun tain, till the basket and the maiden's apron were filled with flowers ; and then slowly they went down to the cottage by the mill. The good mother came to the door, with clean white cap, and silken kerchief folded over her bosom. The youth saluted her respectfully, and she, w ith warm, friendly heart, asked him to come in and share their breakfast. As l.e ate of ihcir fresh honey and cakes of sweet meal, il seemed us if he had known lliem for years. 1 do not remember the face of the old miller and his wife,' said he within him self; 'but as for that 6veet Mary, with her large blue eyes and golden hair, I certainly saw her in my father's mirror.' From that day, he went very often to the mill by the mountain stream. And, as he and Mary stood arm in arm, watch ing the pure white foam, as it went tum bling and sprkling over the wheels of the mill, or looking up, with large still thoughts, into the silent sky, he w as often puzzled to know whether his companion was an earthly maiden, an angel, o a fairy. Her voice was so like the voices heard on the sea-shore ; and she so of:en sung snatches of songs, that seemed like familiar music long forgotton. Still more remarkable was the deep expression of her gentle eyes, which he said looked liko the tones of his father's voice. Then that marvellous vision of the primrose by the brook ; and the fair child, with shin ing wings, who first guided him to his Mary. Even the blue flower he gathered on the mountain top perplexed him, like things seen in a dream. And though tho beautiful girl assured him she was Mary the millers daughter, she at limes confess ed that- she, too, seemed to remember a far-ofl' radiant home, and, in her dreams, heard voices sinking, 'Ever toward the rising mm, Follow, follow, lonely one !' Then, the maiden really seemed to have fairy gifis ; for, in the darkest night and the cloudiest day, wheresoever the youth saw her, a warm and mellow gleam, like sunlight, shone all around her. Ever since ho had known her, the stars seem ed to look, liko mild eyes, into his heart ; and when he was thinking of her, things inanimate found a voice, and spoko to him of that fir-oir, gloiious home. Once she plucked a rose, and gave it to him ; and eve.r afier, even when tho leaves were withered,. whenever lie looked at it, a smiling face came out from ihe ccnlre, with gentle, earnest eyes, and golden hair, and, in soft sweet tones, said, 'Re member Mary !' They often talked together of theso things; and one day the youth said, 'What hinders us, dear Mary, that we do not set out on a pilgrimage in search of our lost home' . . With a srnilo, she answened, l'crhaps it will be our Father's will that 1 shail go before. If I do, will you nut dream you hoar my voice singing, ' ' follow, follow, lonely on !' Her words mado the youth sad in his heart. 'I should never find tho way, with out you ho snrd and as ho clasped her mind, the warm tears fell on it. " Seven days after that, lie 'went tn see his Mary and tho sorrowing mother told him the Angel of Death had been at the mill. Her darling one had 'gono to ihe spirit laud. When that fair body was laid in the ground, John covered 'the place with die blue mountain flower?, and there ho sat and wept. The good mother spoke words of comfort ; but he heard her not. Soothing voices breathed in the evening air ; but he rose and stamped on the ground, and tore his hair, and screamed, 'Sing me these songs no longer! I have no home. They are all lies lies that yo utter. Has Mary, not gone away for ever, even as the vision uf the primrose vanished into thin air ? Find some other dreaming fool to listen to your song !' A grieved and mourning sound was heard, and died away slowly slowly, in the distance. Tho youth rushed down from the mcuntaiii, and roamed sullenly by the sea-shore. Although it was broad sun shine, the sky looked dark, and there was no light upon the earth. The pleasant birds were gone ; crows cawed in the air; and the wagons creaked more harshly, since Mary died. All at once, a tall figure, with a bn-s trumpet in his hand, walked up and blew a loud blast in his ear. In the name of the Furies, what did you that for ?' exclaimed the anjry youth. 'Pray excuse me, sir,' replied the fig ure, bowing low, 'you seem to be creep ing along in a gloomy way here. Men say you are in search of a lost home. Just see what a wondrous balloon I'll p re para for you '' He put his trumpet to the edge of the sea, and blowing strongly, a large beauti ful bubble sailed upward. There's a travelling equipage !' ex claimed the trumpeter. 'Spring on that, and yon may ride to Jupiter, or Saturn, if you choose. Tho y';-.!t!: jumped astride the bubble. It went bobbing hithe.aiid thither, as the wind carried it; and if it seemed likely to fall, the stranger blew lustily on his trum pet, and sent il aloft again. It kept very near the earth ; but the giddy youth thought he was high up in the blue ; And he felt great contempt for the pigmies that walked on tho ground. ; : liy and bye, other figures camo up be side him riding on bubbles. This irrita ted him, and he tried lo kick them out of tho way. At last, up camo a uionkey riding on a bubble, fiddling wiih all his might; and tho trumpeter blew stoutly to keep him aloft. Then came a Chinese juggler, dancing on a bubble, and tossing about live ivory balls the while. The blasts from the brass trumpet came so thick and strong, that he and the monkey kept close alongside of the youth. At this, he exclaimed sharply, 'A pret ty sight arc you two, jigging about on soap bubbles, in that ridiculous fashion ! Is it possible you are such fools as to think you imitate me, sailing on a rain bow !' 1 'Is it a rainbow you call it, sir ?' said the monkey, with a gnu : 'it's nothing on earth but n bubble I' This made him so angry, that he tried to knock them both down ; but ihu jug gler hit him on the forehead with one of Inn ivory balls, and he tumbled down senseless on iho beach. When ho came to himself, ho was lying in a cave, on a bed of sea-weed. A beau tiful fairy figure stood before him, with a garment of transparent silver gauze, through whhdi her graceful form was vis ible. She held towards him a goblet of wine, and, twilling round liko an opera dancer, began to sing ; Follow me, follow me,' 'l'o tin! I'uvt'i (if tho set, Whoro beuuty Lt glowing. And luiht wine in II twin; Follow nir, fnll'iw me, . '1 o tliu cjvih of t!io eea," I will follow thee to the end of the world, beautiful stranger !' exclaimed tho youth. ' Hi: tried to rise, but he grew dizzy, and leaned against a rock to recover his strength. As ho leaned a withered rose fell on his bosom. When he took it up, a lovely face, with golden locks, and sad earnest eyes, looked out from it, and said in low, plaintivo tones, 'Remember Ma ryl' He kissed it devoutly, then turned lo look at the gay, dancing stranger. Hut lo ! her beautiful face was tw isted into n resemblance of tho monkey. She grin ned, as she 6aid, 'It's nothing but a bub ble !' and so, with uwkward hope, went tumbling down on four feel into the hidden recesses of the cave. , The youth again kissed his precious rose. The mild, earnest eyes smiled up on him, and the lips snid, 4 Why seek you not your Mary, and your homo V 'It is it must bft so '.' ho exclaimed. I have a glorious home; and I will seek for it.' He went forth' from tho rave. Thfr landscape looked bright, the air was bal my, and the never. ceasing song of the sea had in it soino bass notes of the olJ fa miliar luir. ' The youth had remembered how Mary had repeated to him. "Ever toward the rt.iiig sun. Follow, follow, lonely one !" So he gathered his garments around him, and turned toward the East. But presently he heard a cracked, shrill voice behind him, calling, 'halloo! halloo! there !' Turning, lie saw a thin, wrinkled old man with a sharp visage, and a light little mouth. He stood in au enormously large nautilus shell, as big as a boat, and full of gold. He beckoned so earnestly, that the youth went back. 'Stranger, I want your help,' said the little old man, in coaxing tones. 'I know where arc piles and piles of gold like this. If you will help me git it, you shall have half of il; and that will make you richer than a king's son, 1 can tell you.' The youth was tempted by tho other, and promised to enter the old mau's ser vice. A moaning sound, like sad wind-music, was heard in tho distance; but il passed away, and he heeded it not. He went to work with the old man; and they dug in dark caves, month after month, and year after year. He had scarcely time to glance at the bright heav ens and the flowery earth. His withered rose lay neglected in his chest, and all recollections of his home had passed away. His chief amusement was to pile up golden coins, lie said to himself, 'When 1 have a hundred thousand piles, each six feet high, I will build a palace of ivory, and all the floors shall be of pearl, inlaid with gold doubloons. My twelve milk whiti) horses shall have harness of pure gold, covered with seed pearl. Oh, then I shall be perfectly happy ?' So he tliggcd and heaped, and digged and heaped, till he had piled up a hundred thousand pillars, each six feet high. He of the brass trumpet blew loud blasts, proclaiming to all wayfaiers that here dwell a man richer than CiAsus. All men touched their hats lo him. Even the Chinese juggler laid his forhead-to ihe ground as he pas.sed. liut all at once the coins behaved in the oddest fashion. From many of liiem there suddenly grew out wings, so that they looked like golden beetles of a new and ungainly shape. They flew away, like a swarm of bees, and went skirling through ihe air, klip! Ulan! klip! klap ! cliekety, click ! Then the sharp-faced little old man, who first decoyed him into the boat, tit tered and laughed to see folks run afier the flying gold. The trumpeter laid down his trumpet ; said ho had a pain in his side ; and should go into a consumption if he blew any more. John resolved to lock up the rest of his coins, lest lliey, too, sliould fly away. Hut the piles till tumbled lo ashes beneath his touch. The people round him all said they were certainly gold. Ho tried lo believe them ; but w hen ho took up a com, he saw nothing but ashes. As he meditated on this, one of the f.y ing pieces alighted on iho table, and be gan to d incc a rigadoon. It tumbled over an! over, iiiul picsently sprang up in the form of a monkey, with a face liko the wrinkled old man of the boat. He turned a somerset in lite air, ana men came up with a dollar on his nose, singing, with an ugly grin, 'It's nothing on earth but a bubble !' Provoked beyond endurance, he sciz'ei! a urge slick and would have killed the bjast; but a venerable man, with Silver- while hair and a bland countenance, heh his arm, and said, 'harm not tho poor an iniul, but rather do him good. John covered his fjee and went, as he said, .'All things are bubbles! They loh mi; 1 should be like a king's son, if 1 heap ed up this accursed gold, that now gibes, and gibbers, and mocks at me ! 'And wast thou not a king's sou in the beginning said tho old man with solemn tenderness. ' What could the caves of tho eailli add to wealth like thine?' Then was the wanderer strangely mo', ved, and his thoughts were perplexei within him ; for there was something in that old man s (dear, mild eye, that re minded him of his beloved Mary, and the blue flowers on tho mountain top. With a ttoubled voice ho murmured, 'Tho sea and the earth, the mountains and the stars nil lie to me.' ' Not tho mountains and the stars,' my son,'-replied tho 1 old man. liut look! thy enemy is hungry.' The rich man turned, and saw the Chi nese juggler id rags, leading : half starved monkey.' His heart wan softened,' and ho took gold and gave hint, and said, 'lluy food for him and thee, and come to nit.1 again.' Itnt ihe gold that he gave return ed into his own hand, though they carried it away, with lliinkful henrts ; ami as ho laid it upon the tabic, ho found that that, and that only clnngcd not to ashes ; it re mained pure, solid gold., The white- haired old man smiled, and said, 'All is nut a bubble. That thru kerpel thou onest- That tli'iu givtst thou bast. , Wilt thou follow me to thy Father's . house ?' .'-. He said this pcrsuadingly ; and he that heard, again believed, and turned his face toward the East. 'Shall I carry nothing with me ?' he inquired. Thy withered rose, and the gold thou gavest to thy ene my, replied the venerable guide. ,, llefore they had proceeded far, the the trumpeter and the old man in the boat halloed after them, and the siren of the enve sang her song. liut they kept bravely on, over toward the mountain in the East. The flowers grew thicker in their path, and sent up their fragrant breath, nn offering of love. In the trees seemed to be a multitude of harps ; and unseen hands played the eld familiar tunes. . . When they renchc'J the top of the mountain, John turned to speak to that kind old man, with solemn, friendly voice ; but the child with whito raiment and shining wings stood before him. She carried in her arms long wreaths of tlie most beautiful flowers; and as she dan- ccd round and round him, she twined them playfully about his limbs,' singing. "Evi-r toward ihe rising un, ., . r ollow, follow, lonely one, Loud sound tho noti' of lofty chrer, ' He strong cf heart thy Home in near But presently, when abroad river came across their path, the mar) slept shudder ing back, saying tho waters looked cold and deep, and he could not wade through them. , . The child dipped her wreath in the wa ter, and straightway a glomus rainbow spanned the river. On the opposite side appeared Mary, with a rose upon her bosom, anil a bright revolving star on her forehead. She loo began to sing, ' "Loud sound the notes of lofty cheer. Ho strong of hi'art thy Homo is near !', Then a bright smile lighted up the face of the wearied traveller. He folded his arms, and the shining child guided him across tho rainbo w with her wreath -.of - flowers. r " On the other side, stood a stately pal ace of gold and pearl; and when he en tered he beheld the self-same crystal mir ror, whero he, in the far olden time,' had tried to kiss the image of his Mary. - 4 The coins ho hud given his enemy changed to golden harps, and mado hea venly music. 'Ihe withered rose bloom ed again in more glorious beauty, and the whole air was filled with its frtgrant breath as il waved gracefully in the gen tle breeze. Then John fell on the neck of his be loved, and said, We have found our Fath er's house. This is our Home.' I'overlj. . As poverty is the lowest, so it is the most impudent, of the whole family of vices. Pride is a gentlemanly failing, and sins sweetly and respectably. It smells of evil, and turning its varnished cheek to the sun,' walks abroad in purple and fine linen. Nay, it rides in a coach and four, and in the hours of, penetential castigation bolts itself in a pew of the beat upholstery and a (It of humanity, lasting at least n couple of hours, calls itself a miserable sinner. Hence, pride as its worst has its good graces. At all events il never offends that extraordinary ab straction, public decency for though wa hear much about il, it is, nevertheless,' something as difficult to discover as a city police man. No;' pride, buing a vice that is well lo do in the world, may be called respectable. Pride keeps a. ba rouche ! Drunkenness may or may not be respected according to its education,' we mean the peculiar bottle il studies. For the drunkenness that ponders over ehampaigne, is a very dillerenl vice to the drunkenness that takvs libations from quarterns. Arrogance is also a vice that may have its laudation. It rarely consorts w iih beggcrs ; but is at least among that suspicious class, the respectable." Covet ousncss and avericc aro called vices; for our pari, we have ever thought them among the noblest virtues. And, so,' in deed, in their heart of hearts, do'nine men out of ten tli ink them. 1 And this is what they do : they give therh hard names, and then,' (o make amends for the seeming harshness, take ihcm to the bosom ; in ihu same way that a foolish mother, whcrV she sees ber b'.by doing nil sorts of mis demeanors, cries, 'You little wretch,' and then catches the child in her arms, and covers it with kisses. Thcro are a four other vices that may ull ofthem bo turned into passablo virtues, il is found in good" company; Last, cruelty ontj reldslinci each and all of tbeso may have a ;ij another thrilling musical nj tho long eels of biped thistle, London rune ii.