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t: Lv 'r- V - - ' r.rv- ' - .: -. , ., - - ' . . .,- .; ;r---- rA-'-''- -i V . " - , ;: .. , , , ,,,..-,. , ... - - - :-i i If f t -"-. - - v f ii i . , . . , , , . v , . - i h k r ! ! a. r;:, S . H h : - J u LL U LL U - ;L JJL JLL JULfl L V LL va,.?..- v. V r : : Hi- i m I -.1 t i .. . if 8 ' t a. V r 'iAUE R." MORRIS, PuWisher and ftpprietor. ' ; , ' 1 ' PUBLISHED EVERY WEDNESDAY MORNING. ; ; ; . " fefOLIJME COUNTY; OHIO, JUNE 27, 1855. ; ; i ;- "'' " And now. mv TTattia. von have heard I HITDIIWH A DT nnirPD , I carnival time; bat 6d1v tolerated tW bf ; aDNTLB VjriTH THT WIPB. JBu gentlel for you little know, ; How many tnals rise; - . -Although to thee they may be small,' ' .To her of giant size. , A : , , . ' 3e gentle ! though perchance tb at lip ! May Bpeak "a murmuring tone, The heart may beat with kindness yet, And joy to be thine own. Be gentle !. weary hours of pain , 1 . Tis woman's lot to bear; , . . Then yield her what support thou canst. "And all her Borrows share. : ' ' '. I Be gentle for the noblest hearts ?: , ai iijuuoa luajr uavo dujuo iioa, . . And even in a pettish word, " ' ::v-.-t May seek to find relief. " ' tor. Be gentle J for unkindness now ; i , V" f'That all the after years of life . J.'; fj.7-"?i In vain inay strive to calm. " ' ft Be gentle t-none are perfect v , u. """.Thou'rt dearer far than life, .. . -. "Then, husband, bear and still forbear Be gentle to thy wife. "" " - - 'rLZ ' r -THE PASTOR'S ELECT. $?.??V5 ;..' 11 ;'. '-V ;: HBT VIBGISIA" PflTOWNSKSB.' ije,t4-- ' '; " JTow 'tell me all about Weldon.'7 "! anvso- anxione t6 hear 'the whole story, -and-ifs snch a nice evening for this, too. It'iff jo great'a luxury to be all alone with yott, that the ram sounds .'really musical, t as it drops "against the panes." - She had trashed & lb ottoman 'to : his feet, lifted -hef sweet (ac&et in its frame work 6f ' cbrown," soft hair, to her brother's."?- ??r tVSo you have at last caught; me," and ; ' intend turning my confessor do ydu, lit tlff ais?" Bmilingly responded the young '-clergyman as he; turned his eyes from the - anthracite ' blaze, where ' they had been dreamily fastened for ' the last half hour, ,' and a beautiful, almost dreafny tenderness, deemed "to drift into them - as "they rested rpnhis "sister,- :u !f- ;--?? T fv Yjis'To think ypuWreally engaged, i ionert sayj if they knew it,; particularly the 4 T VlUUUt' Ml f uay Tf VU1U JVU1 feVV ywi MtW, 7 ooin'g'er of them? v I am somiCsthat appce- . "hensive their daily bequests of boquets and v"-. - ,- : ! r- ' ;fruits "would b6 sensibly diminished. " ' But ab'out the lady is she beautiful Weldbn? ; 'A- woman's first query!" and again Ihat irich smile went like sunhght brer the ': ' .;!graTe but handsome features of the young -pastor. , "1 am noi certain, came, wnew ser air artist would think her so.' ' ' Her fea 5 Htures'are ;nbt entirely regular, and er I Cheeks 'are . less rosy than -your own, but v the emotions of her' deep,, gentle, loving : nature, ' look out -of her dark blue eyes, ,-and there is a feweet heart chirdgraphy in v1he smiles that 'sbarkle at times over her i-. Vmall and rather pensive 'mouth. " : 7You 'aVe drawing a'charming1 Raphael picture, "brother ;:mincV'- She is young,' of . course?" . 'JVM Scarcely twenty-one.'"; '"""f'. ; "And no, I need not ask if her. mind ; Is vteM cultivated, for I know'; ybnr ; opin .' f ions respecting woman too well to doubt V''.r'Bui;ter8he intellectual in short, a V loofcwormT", ;: , " 7 ' : C: .. . . -;. r-'-jiivfeDj '' something of one Th? formic ' -f fibno'f her head indicates a superior men? , iat trganizationj but all the "faculties are -. well balanced" j: v " Ahor-'let me' see-irshe wealthy?" - "Only In the posiession 9f those great - jewels which are above all price." - J "I never s&w but one meml 1 member of it, and M was a oeggar,-. t " Weldon ! " clhe little fingers that had . peen piayiuiiy z Draicung memseiyes .wuu ' those 1 , of Jthe young man's" were suddenly .' withdrawn, the quick blood rushed into the ; ; C Quesjiojier's .cheeks,?and a lbok of mingled " '' asWnlshment and. displeasure filled, her . Drown eyes as buj? rpaimessiji cjutiuatcu, Weldon you are; not in earnest?" , ' " ."lYesl ain,'Hattie.' You know I would not lest on such a subiect." , , . . "ulyou'ioV. 8UT- - risei VAndr-and--5-V,.The little red lips trembled moment' and ? then . the tears . primmed over the. brbwhslashes, and jouT' p-j'And troubled. you too Hattie?' inter : ' ''- jogated thb young man, as he leaned, for,' . :fv Trar and, caressingly smoothed, down .the soirowful,-darling, as: though some great '..""-evil had. chanced me;but listen to. what . . ahalL-tell youT. and .then :see ?if . your own gf txue land-noble heart unbiased ' by social : - '..r' distinctiona and "prejudices, does not coin - v ineftd my" elections .Will youldo'this, Hat ';-"- tie; if JBQt for; my saker-foriHis Iwho said ' -that,thri)oor nd Lthe: xichi.were : rich in - - weet Hattie Marshall I Her one great . ' " foible 5 washerpride for ..her- handsome, -.v " nobte-hearted brother: it : was . hardly-- L v weakness, fofc he was' all that God had h?ft '. tO:her: of the .-household over f whom- the X:'''--?'pdnti daisies bad long spread their gold eabtoverinsr; land I fori a- moment, she had v loojdd with the world's eye upon bis be trothal tb.'the sister of a-mendicant." But hei'Jbr other'i srorda had silenced the pnde- 'ichispers in her heart, for Hattie Marsha . . htuL learned M bin who ;was meek and ji'-;;'i -lowly in spirit, . : '. , ; " give nie if .1 have done wrong," she whis pered, drawing up closer to .her brother, and laying her head in its old resting place against hi3 heart; . for very tenderly did brother and sister love each other. . . Weldon Marshall drew his arm around his sister's waist, and when the wind moaned around, the windows, and the anthracite fire mingled its ruddy glow with the silver astral light, and filled the parsonage sit ting room with a dreamy crimson light, he told a story of the past, and his eyes grew darker, and his low earnest tones full of pathetic eloquence as he told it : .;."Itis eight years next month, Hattie, and I was in. New. York, engaged in my collegiate studies. You see it was three years after our mother's death, and you were at that time with uncle Harvard, at tending school. " It was a cold, wild, disagreeable night, and I remember standing at the window of my snug sanctum, and looking out rue fully into the darkness, for I had made an engagement to meet several of my fellow students that evening iu a distant portion of thecity. r v. - : ' 'Dear me! how the wind blows!' I so liloquized, with a very feminine shrug of the. shoulders, as I drew the curtains clos er... . 'I've half a mind to throw myself on the lounge, . which looks so provokingly comfortable this evening, and not attempt an encounter with the elements. . . It's ab surd to think they'll expect liie such a night as this. In short, I won't tempt an influenza by showing my face outside the door,', was the conclusion of my mono- ogue. .,. . ,-.,".. -:. I remember that I wheeled up the sofa in a comfortable, proximity with the fire; ocated the lamp so that its rays fell softly upon the volume I intended to commune with, and that J had. settled myself for a ong, quiet winter's evening.- v But it would not do. ,.My.eyes wan dered listless along, the pages; they could not engage my attention. A strange, un accountable feeling i of restlessness and anxiety seemed to possess me. ..At last I -resolutely .closed the book, and a few min utes later I was in Broadway, mentallv censuring.my folly in. yielding to a feeling could not resist. . " Ah, me ! looking back through the eight years that lie between that .dreary night and the present,, how clearly can I discover ihe great father's love in it all! What is it you want, little boy?' I see him how just as though I had seen him this morning, and the light from the tall window is falling on . him just as it fell then, revealing his ragged dress, and pale, pinched features, and the cold rain is drip ping off his thick brown curls, just as it did then. "It k a strange, mournful pic turethe dark night, in the back ground, and the little ragged boy, and the brilliant lights, .and the'great store, with all sorts of rare, confections in front. " JTo wonder it touched my heart. The boy started as laid ,my hand gentnr on his shoulder, and looked up 'with his wild, eager bright eyes into my face. ' .' . , ' - Oh, sir!', he said, , after a moment's earnest ' perusal of my features. . , 'I was thinking if I only could carry one of those cakes , to' Ellen: 5he is very sick, and- (the little fellow's lips quivered,) we havn't uau tuiy ming 10 eai lor iwoaays. -, ' I did not speak another-word; but I caught hold of the child, and 'pulled him after, me into the store. . . ' ' y V" 'Handme down a plate of those cakes I cried, to the astonished clerk he turned with more, than ordinary alacrity to fulfill my request. I drew the boy. into a small sitting room at one end of the establish ment. i ovt eat these as fast as you can, and then tell me who Ellen is.';, His hungry look, the strange avidity with Which he grasped, the food, almost wrung tears from my eyes. . '; ... A " 'lillen is", my sister my only sister since the baby died. ' We are all alone how. Last, month, just after, they buried mother,' she grew siek.' I s'pose it' was because she cried so much"; and she's been growing worse all the time 'And there is nobody to take care of her now hiit. mn mv lifflA follntr?' ' 'Nobody but me- the money mother left is all gone, you see, sir, and though I sometimes earn a sixpence by selling pa pers or cleaning sidewalks, I couldn't leave iNellyCbr the -last week, she grieved so much worse. f O, sir.-how good these taste! can't thank you but I want to.' "; ; "'KBvLi mayn't l!take the rest home to Nelly? SEe'll be frightened,; I'm gone so long.1 t O, sir, if 'you'd on go with me. ' Ill come and see you and aNeiiy to- morrbw, I 'saidiyif you'li: tell ' me where ybu livand how while ybnare eating the remainder of your cakes, 111 get some thing'that Nelly. will Ukdbe'tter,' Jv. -'(I procured a basket which I . saw well stocked with a variety of jruits ana con fections most likely to tempt' the appetite of , an invalid, and adding to these all the money I had with me, -1 returned to the child. . r ' !- - ". Go home . to Nelly, with these as fast ar you eanAI saibLnd tell her that I will come, to see her tb-morrow morning. , Now be a, man, my little t boy; and take good care of sister: Ellen till then.' !; And are these for her?" said the child, as his large, wandering eyes roamed over the basket - 'And she has been moaning inher Bleep ' after an orange for a whole week. ' . O; sir: we will pray God to bless vou for all this; and; He will," for mother lasting remembrance who forget not the widow and the orphan;' and tears of min gled gratitude and delight were showering fast down the little fellow's face as we parted. ' " The next morning, Hattie, I received that letter which summoned me to my dying father's bedside. I had, of course, no time to fulfill my engagement with the little orphans, in whom I had become so greatly interested; indeed, the mournful circumstances which drew me once more to the home of my childhood banished them from my. mind. '. "If you will look down to that time, my little sister, you will remember that April was weaving her green carpet over the meadows before we parted, and I re turned to the city to complete my studies, and then to enter that "service in which, before my father's dying bed I had sol emnly pledged myself to spend all the life that God should grant me. 'v " I had forgotten the name of the boy's residence, but I know that I made several attempts to discover it after my return to the city, all of which : proved ineffectual. "It was the sunset of a bright day in the early May-time, and even the great city looked fairer for the sunshine that plated the housetops with gold, and swept the golden flakes and dimples along the pavements up which I was passing with some fellow students to supper. " 'Now, Marshall, remember to call for us in time, for the lecture commences at seven, and it will certainly be crowded,' called out one of my companions, as we reached a corner where our paths diverged. ' " I bowed my assent and adieu, and was hurrying forward, when my coat was sud denly grasped, and, an eager but timid voice said, .'Please, sir, is your name Mar, shall?' . ? : - y y--- I turned and looked at the speaker; it was a little girl, apparently about ten years of age; her long curls falling in a bright, tangled mass about her small, sor rowful looking face, while her large blue eyes were fastened, with a kind of panting eagerness, upon my own. . ".,'Yes, that is my name. And what do you want with me, my little girl?' "I queried, greatly surprised at this singular encounter, w. ..-. 'Oh, sir, do you remember a little boy whom you - met one evening last winter, who told you he had a sister Nelly, and ' the mystery was at once cleared up. ' x es, I remember it all, I interrupted. 'And you are Nelly, I suppose?' and I surveyed the child with enhanced interest. Her ragged garments, her pale, mournful face, bore a very legible history of sharp poverty and bitter suffering. - : Oh, I am so glad, sir!' and the light that broke into the little careworn face was beautiful to behold. 1 'I was almost sure it must be you when the gentleman called your name, and you looked just as Willy said you did. . Oh, sir, I have watched for you 0 many days I had almost given up hoping.' - . 'v ' -' ' ; ; 'V 'Poor child ! I have been out of town, or 1 , would have come to you as I prom ised. But where is Willy? and what do you want of me?' was well nigh ashamed after the latter question, . her poverty an sweredit plainly. " v ' ; " Oh, sir, "Willy is sick, very sick: and his face looks' so white lately, I fear he is going home to mother sometimes. You see I got better after you sent me the or anges, and Willy bought ; me some medi cine with the money you gave us, and we paid the rent for three months, so the wo man let us stav there But one day about a month ago, Willy was out all day in the cold rain selling papers, and he's been gettfng worse, and he's altered so now you'd hardly know him. ' But he's wanted to see you so badly that he talks about it all the time in his sleep, and for the last two or three days he has .been so wild about it that I have been out looking for you all day, and I couldn't bear to' go home at night, for Willy would spring up in the bed and cry . out so loud, " Nelly, " have you seen him??' and when I shook my head he would lie down with such ; a." look that I would go off ' in the corner and cry all alone, it made my heart ache so to see it. But now Willy will be so glad! Oh, please, won't you go and see him?' ' ' J" ' " 'I see, Hattie,' that your eyes are grow ing moist . witn tears; and ' u you could have heard the simple touching, pathos with' Which the fair child told her sad sto ry, you; would have" answered'' as', I did, 'Yes, Nelly, I will go no.' ; 7; ' : " 'Willy, Willy, I've brought him. The little hand which had guided me so care fully. up,the dilapidated : stairs was with drawn as the little; girl broke into that old attic , ; chamber,-, her eager; joyous tones making the bare walls . ring again 'I're brought runi, 'I've brought him.' , sfTne .dying daylight loosed with a sweet, solemn smile into the room, whose entire destitution one glance revealed to me. I had not time ' for . another, for a child's head. was lifted from a miserable matress in one corner. I came forward, a pair of attenuated arms were' stretched out, and. those large burning eyes were fastened a moment on my face as though life, or death rested upon their testimony. - Yes. yes, I knew you would come at lastj' and the little cold arms were wrapped aroHndmy neck. -'Ohr-' have watched and prayed, and hoped ko-long, and ' it seemed as if ybu never; would 'tjome,' but I knew yon would to-day,"-for' last night with the flowers woven all around her head, and a white robe flowing down to her feet, and she smiled so sweetly and said : 'My little Willy, he will come to you to-morrow; and his coming will be a signal, for then I too shall come to you.' "My tears were falling fast on the boy's brown curls, but a sharp pang reached my heart as he spoke these words. " 'No, no, Willy, you were only dream ing,' I said, as I lifted up my head and looked at him anxiously. , One glance at the rigid face told me enough the moth er had come for her child. - " 'Bend down, quick,' murmured the boy'a white lips. 'Nelly will be alone when leave her; for there's nobody to take care of her. vou see. and I want to cive her to you. Yon are so kind and good, I know you will take good care of her and not let her suffer; and mamma and I will 00k down, from our home in heaven and bless you for it all, and maybe we shall come, some time to take vou to us. You will promise me this, -won't you? quick, for I can't sec you.' and his glazing eyes wandered over mv face Yes, Willy, I promise it to God, to your mother in heaven, and to you,' I an swered solemnly. Nelly, you have heard what he said he will take "care of you. : Kiss me once more, little sister. There, there, mother has come for me! Goodby 1 ' The little cold fingers sought for our hands, and drew them together a smile wandered over the rigid face, and the last light of that May-day looked into that bare attic, where the beautiful clay was lying on the cold matress. . 'Oh, sir, is he dead?' asked the little girl, with her large, pathetic eyes, wander ing from the dead face to my own. My looks answered her, for my lips could not. - .- .-.v . 'Willy, Willy, come back, come back to me!' she cried out in a voice whoso ex ceeding anguish will haunt - my memory, will haunt my heart till it has grown cold as the one that then lay .beneath me, and little Ellen Evans lay senseless as her brother in my arms. " 1 wo days later, in a pleasant part of the cemetery, the May violets were turned aside, and a child's coffin laid beneath them. For nine spring tides have, laid their crimson mantles over his bright head, and the shadow of a marble monument has fallen ' softly, over them. . Upon this is sculptured a beautiful child, and an angel with outspread wings is bending over him and pointing upward. Underneath is gra ven, 'his mother came for him at twilight' " It was with me a subject of much per plexity where .to place the lovely child, whom I always felt that Providence had especially confided to my care. I was all she had on earth to love; and as time brought its soothing balm to her heart the whole affection of her deep, warm na ture, was poured on sme; and even then, with the exception of yourself, she 'lay closer within the foldings of my heart. For a little while I placed her in the country among simple people, whose curl osity would be readily appeased; for I was exceedingly desirous that the world should never become cognizant of the part I had borne in her life, history. I read well her sensitive nature, and I knew there might come a time in her later life when it would cause her much annoyance and mortifica tion if the world knew our secret. ;- . "For this reason, sweetest and dearest 01 sisters, 1 did not communicate to you till I had obtained her . permission, which I sought m my last interview with her. could, of course, have received this at any time I had chosen to seek it, but I thought it would be unfair to obtain her consent to this matter before her matured judgment had ratified it.. . , ; v . " After much deliberation, I resolved to confide Ellen's history to Mrs. Whittlesey, tne laay, with whom 1 boarded, and in whom I placed entire confidence. '?(' She listened with intense interest, and her womanly sympathies were at once en listed m behalf of my protege. . Besides this,, she was a widow and childless;, and though by no means, wealthy, her circum stances were such that she could surround Ellen. with everything necessary to her well being and happiness. She proposed to ' adopt her in the place of the children God had taken from her; -.and to this proposition I joyfully. as sented, for there the religious,; social, and home atmosphere , would ; be . all that wished to be about my Ellen. a , u A "I was anxious, too, that she should no longer be dependent upon me, for I thought even a time might come when I should ask her a question, whose answer I would in no wise have regulated by her gratitude for the past. " You have often; little sister, heard me speak of Ellen Evans, Mrs.' Whittlesey's adopted daughter; but you little dreamed that I had such a personal interest in al that pertained to her ' " Her character and person hayedeve rtned 'with more than all which her childhood promised! 1 V-sister thajfc I shall bring you, ' Hattie, is an ele gant, accomplished, talented woman:- and more than an inat ana ine young cler gyman's eyes grew lustrous with the almost holy light tnat oeamea out from their dart ness "my Jiiien has ' the ornament of meek and quiet spirit, which is above, a .1 '.i price, her history, will you not welcome her to your heart? ' "I guessed well the pang which the knowledge of my engagement would give you; for as brother and sister have seldom loved, do we. love each other, and I know it must seem like bringing another to take your place. " But my Ellen is very gentle, and she will never come between, us. She knows, too, the story of otir'; orphafied youth, and of our affectionfor each other; and even now her heart goes out with great love after you. 'Tell her all,', she said to me in that last interview, 'and tell her that without her consent I dare not become your wife.' When I return to her questioning eyes, asking me if I have ob tained it, may I tell her that you are ready to love, to welcome her to bur home?" i And Hattie Marshall lifted her brown, tearful eyes to her. brother's face, and an swered, "Tell her, Weldon,' that my heart is waiting -to welcome her to a vacant place and it is the one hy 'your side. Horace Greeley in Pans. rJ . , The London correspondent of the Sun day Courier has been to Paris, and writes home thus of Mr. Greeley: ' "Mr. Greely'3 presence m Paris is an inexhaustible fund of romance. He as tounded the inmates of the hotel an his ar rival, by throwing off his coat, putting a arge green board over his head, and work ing away at an account of his travel, for the. Tribune. Scarcely had the agitation at the Tuilleries subsided when he threw lie "Flower Market" into the wildest ex citement. ? It appears that Mr. 'Greeley appeared at the market at an unusual ear- hour. " The pert, sprightly flower girls were only just landing their sweet merchan- ise and unbundling their baskets, and the old woman who carry on this'poetic trade were all talking together with great volu bility, while the daughters Vere arranging their fruits and flowers. The market was almost empty- here and there a manager of a restaurant slyly looking out for some choice vegetable, and grinning politely to the young ladies of the market. . But the bustle of the day had not arrived, and quiet prevailed, when all of a sudden, if the story in the 'Siecle' is not colored, it roll ea ana inmoiea a man wnose appearance threw all the men and woman in the mar jtet in amazement. "Mn voiia ungrogii- arrf" said ' one.- - MQuet droit de- corps." said the other "dla carotte dhomnut fell in the next; so every one had his say, while all looked after him . with , perfect wonder. But he, unaware of this, sturdi !y fumbled on until he came face to face with" a singularly sharp potatoe, which fac mated his atention and led him to inquire about it of the old lady Who occupied the stall. .. . :. ' : ; '.' "- v ';. "At this moment the excitement which was intense as he entered the. market, and which' grew intenser the longer he lingered there, had risen to a dangerous, pitch. But Mr. . Greeley, little dreaming or caring for the storm, related to the French lady how, on his last trip through Iowa, he had met a potato of exactly the same . shapo, and how his conviction was that the seeds in Iowa were sown by "a French emigrant who had brought them, very likely, from the same stalk. While Mr. Greeley , was speaking, the old lady waxed indignant, and conceiving from the pleasantnass of his countenance that he was making to her some proposal of a doubtful character," in formed him' that her husband would - be there in five minutes and dispose of him. Scarcely had . he spoken when the hus band came up and asked Mr. Greeley what he would buy. ,Mr. Greeley not under standing ; the question,; and." thinking he asked him his name, .answered 'Greeley.' Upon which the man turned round convul sed with laughter to his wife, and after in forming her of her mistake, said he must be some eccentric. Englishman, as he . asked for "grey milk," Greeley being , taken by the French gardner for "gris lait? . And as it went the round that that droll man wanted to buy "grey milk" the hilarity be came uproarious, and Mr,. Greeley left the market full of pleasantness. Indeed, he is already well known, and a favorite with every one,' Taste fob Readwg.; Sir John Her- schel has declared that "if he were to pray for a taste which should stand him in stead under every variety of circumstances, and be a source of happiness and cheerfulness to him through life, and a shield against all ills, - however things might ' go amiss, and the world frown upon him, it would be a taste for reading." Give a man,' he affirms,, that taste, and the means of grati fying it, and you cannot- fail; of, making him good and happy for you bring ; him in contact with the best society in all ages, with the tenderest, the .bravest, and , the purest, men who have adorned humanity, making him a denizen of all - nations, a cotemporary of all times, and giving him practical proof that the ; world , has been created for him, for bis solace, and for his enjoyment. -London; Timet.) ; KTThe editor of the Elmira (N. Y ) Republican, , has found . out . . where the Know Nothings assemble!. . .It js in a cave close by the town, the entrance to which is a hble just large enough to . admit one man at a time: The last one in takes the hble along with him, and us .theyj.dcfy aeiecnon,-. - ,; .v, , ,,: ? ,w -f. - Miraculous Cure1 The bad debt. ' 'Hl wScdTery: of a ' BY THE OLD.''Cf. , " !";'! Jack Carysport was engaged , to Miss Melinda Winkle, the only daughter of a retired merchant, when she was a child, and started ' for Paris, where he was to study medicine for four, years; at the.ex piration of which time, .1 Miss Winkle would be nineteen, and ready " to assume the duties of a matron. " "There was no necessity for Jack's studying medicine, as he had ample fortune, but old Winkle in- ; sisted. that he ought to have a profession. rom time to time he heard from and of Melinda, and learned that she was. grow ing up very beautiful, and so changed that he wouldn't know her.- - - - . ' His studies completed, Jack hastened home, and no sooner arrived, in. Boston, than he went in search of Tom :. Winkle, to learn how his sister was old Winkle Ived on a fancy farm about forty miles from Boston. Tom told him that his sis ter had grown up, handsome and attrac tive that she had received a first rate education, and was witty and accomplish ed; but " that, she had been infected with the .Bloomer mania, and nothing could cure hef . of, her ridiculous determination to wear pantaloons, and adopt the habits of the ruder sex. He said that his fath er had. remonstrated in vain,. ; and that nothing could cure her. folly. . ? Now Jack abhorred an unsexed woman; and in spite of his solemn engagement to marry Melinda, he -resolved, if he failed to convert' the young lady ,'tp his ideas of propriety by a; system -of ? tactics he had rapidly conceived, he. would -abandon her to some less fastidious -. suitor Having imparted this project, to. Tom, he started by railroad for Winkle ; Lodged -and in a couple of hours - was" shaken warmly by the hand by Mr. Winkle. The . bid gen tleman prepared him -, for .a great change in his daughter,- and hoped he would not! be too much shocked at her costume' ' So much promised, he ' introduced the lover to the presence of his lady and her cousin Maria, a very, pretty girV, staying with her to keep her company. - -- - ; ' i Melinda wore ' a jaunty ' black velvet riding cap beneath which herhair appear ed, cropped short, . like a man's;, a frock coat buttoned up to the throat: a pair of faultlessly-fitting pantaloons,' and" little high-heeled boots. If; she had been- a vaudeville . actress, Jack would have been delighted but he was very sorry to see a lady so "intimately associated with his happiness, .in this equipment. ; She, how ever, .was evidently proud of . the indepen dence she exhibited. ':'-:-X -W'-. Jack kissed her; but he " kissed her. cousin, too, not; entirely to, tne satisiac- tion of the Bloomer. 7 n " I was just going out to shoot wood cocks 1" said Melinda: "there's my'gun id"the corner.' "': ' ' ' " i.--' ' "Do you ride as well as shoot l'i asked Jack. -', - - -' . . ' .'-1.-.- Do I ride !" exclaimed Melindal' "I don't do anything else! "I've just been putting my .horse up, to. stone, walls;, hell make a .capital fencer." V; 'Of course you discard the side-Bad- die?" - -t ; . - ; '.'- ' Not so bad as that,",, replied "the Bloomer slightly blushing. .; ' y :-': v ;-; , I'm going to see my grapes, Jack," said old Winkle; " so you must take care pf the ladies.'.' V ,T "",.-. -V-i' ':' "Dear girl," said Jack, addressing Maria, When Winkle had retired, "though F humored MrWinkle's joke,; when he introduced ; me ; still, thfe mbmenV I saw you... "I; knew that you .were none other than' my Melinda you are ; just what I have painted ybu )n my dreams I,'!;; 'C' :!l : And l who- do you .'take me for, then you blockhead?' asked Mehnda. ; "'"For just twhat- ypu, are, v my boy !" cried Jack, slapping; her on the back " honest Tom Winkle ! Handsome enough for a girV' to ' be" Bure, but altogether too rough for 'one.l',"; : j. ;v. Z-'. "But I assure you, Mr, Carysportr' said Marian -;:'f :' "Don't assure me that yon are not your own sweet self," said Jack, tenderly;' "but tell me all about, your life here? 'What a charming retired place I How abundant is the country in resources for the. gratifica tion of true' feminine ' tastes ! With its birds and flowprs for admiration, and "cul-- ture; its pleasant ; walks," its.cehery? for the pencil; Andithen1:bQoks7imn"sic,;-.and household work -' for .in-door employment on rainy days and evenings. Suchdoubt- lace VTnv -1aoi fM?n(1n. han fraiiiiT it.' " " But let me tell you, Mr. Uarysport-?' interrupted the real Meli nda: '-A ; ;--; " " Be quictj Tom ! " 'cried J ack,' impa tiently. "Do be -off with - your gun or go ' into the stable von we're "always a troublesome boy.' ' You must know I have a world of things to -say to your sister." '. v-"I shall stay where I am 1" said Melin da.' throwing - herself into' a chair, and rwking'somewbatjiolcntly.''.;..- ' "WelL hold your tongue, then 1" said Jack', turning his ' back on her, and con tinning tb converse with 'Maria. t-. "Dear Melinda," said he, :.' this jpkev of trying to nass Tom. here,- off as yon, reminds me'of the Bloomer " Mania; . We had accbuhts of it in "Paris, ' and iC made' the . j " J h ' "11 . '!'iJ"; ::.';" Frenchman iaugft-JconsumeQiy,.ftc.pnr fX: pense. - Once in a while yow see a woman' in the streets of Paris dressed in male attire, and such travesties are common in license of the seasonJtV . " "It is' an absurd' mania, ip.Hftsure, cried Maria: .? j VvtW " I am glad to hcarp 56ndenjB it, returned Jack,' warmly,4 pressing her hand, " for sooner than marry a cpnfirme.d Bloom er, I would bestow iny hand and name on a street singer oj jrlightoaisajr. "Don't ybu "wanto 'look,, al the grounds?, '"IsaiblMeUnda ijjgbdue6! -and agitated voice. , . . , "I . want ftb: talk with' your sisterj you ; little rascal lrt cried Jack; and taking he?" by the shoulder's, .he 'tputhertin of th room and locked the door on lher. : .r ' Ten minutes ; afterwarks shefi.pecrea through the front window blinds,; and saw Jack kissing Mariaj It was part of hi system. ...-.. s. . .. .-'"A -f : ' At the dinner table, Melinda appeared in the' habilimbnts of her sex looking very beautiful, though ' if must ' fee confessed; . her .eyes : were a c little-red' and swblleli She blushed f and - heMkrat .h hanoVIo J ack v -tt ' i ?r ?sV .rhivtof.'' '". Amazement !" cried JackT , VhereJ Tom?" ; ' : ' :-'." "; ;: ;.1'w't ' "Tom is in Boston as you know rcry well, or ought to know,1 said Melinda'5 " Then this ; ladv". said - Jackr flew turning to Maria. It's ' mv ' cousin Uaria. as ron. were told this imorhmg,' only ybu Vbuldii'tle-- lieve' it," said Melinda reprbachfuDy,? ZXj "I beg your pardon,-Miss Maria,?,';'sai J -Jack,' with 5 a iroguish twinkle 'In hf .e,. " and I; hope you'll excuse any thTngJftat passed. between. jisii-- " You.x3rK& the"polbgyv'tPne,, said Melinda, pouting. 'i-:?- "f-r. How could I recognize yon 1n"that absurd costume?" asked Jackii ' v.My sentiments f.' cried tW4nT0e" but; sVe wouldn't Esten to lprhii he, jumping up in alairm :"ttey&Jb'.-- Iiouse is on Ire! Don't joftjwaeU tKpS smell of leather and wooreabiirainf!' w ? I do i" said Marii. iarmrd in;t ; i "There's no .occasion,"" said-MelmdaJ " Just now I threw a pair of - boots, ana ; some clothes I wanted to-get rid of, in th kitchen "fire-the owner havuie nb further 'Pair! of " pantalobns among; :th'emf"' Y--es.1'-r- safd- 'Melinda iantfy:Tlie?:,ba6hgrfe who has given np'busmessr". ; J "Hurrah I''sBouted' old"Winklc. see through. -it all. y acs;'S xnrea, yon. i Will you forgive "me?" asked Jack: : "There's iny hand." iaid Melinda, frankly. -.- I forgive yon,' and thank ybd. too l .The lessoa Vas a sharp one; but 1 - one,' needed St '-to cure my' folly;1 Bible -and the -Discoveriea oT ,j , ; - ;5 . , Science. .,..;?'.. -v The .following ; eloquent, passages are- from Lieut Maury's late work, the ';Phya- ical. Geography of,.. the ,bea : "The Bible frequently makesalluslpn- to the . laws of-nature, their' operations .... and effects.1 But such allusions are often so -wrapped - in the fold - of th peculiar and graceful drapery! withwhich its Ian- guage ; is occasionally clothed,4 that'' the ' meaning, ' though -peeping out 'frohj Its . thin covering all the while; yet HVeHh-; some concealment.until the lights ami reve- lations "of science are' thrown. upon it; then it bursts but and sWike-hs wi he mbrefeforceahd beauty v i&jf. ptiir 2 knowledge of nature ajid, her laws has incre'asdi sahas our unr6tao4- ing of '! mahy "passages jW tWebeenj improved.5 '.'The' BibieaUejthe ear; " the'rouhd wbrld; - yet' for ages it. Wf the most ; damnable' heresy .for chris'tia. ; men' to sav'the world is round;' and final-- ly, sailors circumnavigated v the. : f proved the' Bible to bo, right and, 1 christian "men of . science from the stake-. " Canst thou- tell the sweet influence of h Pleiades?" - , -';?j'- ;. 't Astronomers 6f the present daylf 91 have not '' answered ' the. question, ,ha.re thrown so mnch Jight npon'it as to b? , that, if ever it be answered by.-miit must ,con.su too science irjjuwui. It has recently . been all but proved.that ; the earth and sun, with their splendid etB nue1 of comets, satellites, and planctS,ie all in motion around some poihtb?ceue -of- attrton ep)aceiT&l; r';jHnipi an$ that pbint is. in.thedireeUon-pf theta Alyon, one! of the Pleiades I Who- but b . astronomer, : tnen, coma; ley. - iuerr,w jjj v influences? ";'" .'.;'t;'.ji;,,jVJ .; :i And . as. for. the gencraLaj3temqf.K ve4 mospherio circulation -whictf riiavttbeen ... so lonjg: endeavoring -to describe, theJ)lM4 -tells it aU in a stngle iehichsi 'Thfe wind goeth toward the South andtnrneWabbav ; into the North; it whirleth about; cbntini : ually, and the : windrcturocth again .i ' cording, tp his .circuits'WEccl. i,,fi,'; The ; crowded; - deck or an" UWiUI w vhiuviuiw. ' . -r .. uauiornian o xue shipper x saouiw like to have a sleeping b-.rth' tow,' if ' youv '; plcase.'-;-; t;..i; iVt' Skipper "Why, where have yott ' beeit sleeping these last two nig utasincc - we left?" ... .. . y, -,t- -w,,.', ' Califoraiah-T.'life t've ' been sleeping on top of a sick maivbutlie'V getting beU tor now. and he wpnVstjiRdH.j longer. ' . ' Happiness" cart bV made "quite.. of cheap materials ts of deaf onceT- i4" -J ':V'