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J. Ii. BOARDLIAIT,
Editor and Proprietor.
vol. xxr.
ianriljj gownal gctoitir ia Xfclus, politics, gitaatart, gflrintlfurc, HaiI:tl5, fa.
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NUMBER 36.-
IIILLSBOROUGII, HIGHLAND iCOJNTT, OHIO, TIIU11SDAY, JANUARY 7, 1853.
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III.
Poetry.
SONG.
BY SIR WALTER SCOTT.
Th following celehrnted song wns written
by Sir Waller Scott, anil occurs In his poem of
"itiirmion.'' It Id culled
"WHERE SHALL THE LOVER REST?"
Where shrill the lover rent,
Whom the fiitps i"vor
From liin trim maiden's brensl,
railed forever?
Wlierti through proven deep ni)I liigli,
Founds the f;ir liillnw,
AVIiere curly violets die,
Under tl.o willow.
Tlier9 through tlio rurnmor day,
Cool hI renins nro hiving;
There while the teincHln mvny,
fenrre are honhs wavlnc
Thero thy rest sliult thou tako,
Tatted forever.
Never tiguin to wake
Never, 0 never!
Where shnll the tmltor rent,
lie, the deceiver,
Who could win maiden's breast, t
T! uin, nnd leave hor7 '
In the lout battle, f
Home down by the flying.
Where lui lilies war's rattle
AVitli groans of the dying!
Her Willi; shall the englo flap
O'er the false-hearted:
liin warm blood the wolf shall
K re life be parted.
Eliiime mid dixhonor sit
Hy his frrnve ever!
Blessing slmll hallow It,
Never, 0 never!
lap,
The Home Circle.
NIGHT SONG.
FROM THE GERMAN.
Heart, be still!
Tn the darkness of thy woe,
How thee silently and low;
Come to thee, wlmto'er God will,
lie thou still!
lie thou still !
Vninly all thy words are spoken;
Till the word of (ioi hnth broken
Life's dark mysteries good or ill
lie thou still!
Sleep thou still!
'Tis lh FmIIi.t'h work of grace;
Wait thou yet befcro His lace;
llo thy sure, deliveiarce will -
Keep thou still!
Lord, my God!
IW Thy grace, 0 may I bo
All-siihini.xslve, silently,
To the chaslenings of Tl.y rod
Lord, my God!
Shepherd, King!
From Thy fullness grant to ma
Still, yet fearless faith in Thee,
'J ill from the uiht the day shall spring
Shepherd, King!
The Value of Beauty.
''Mamma, am I pretty ?"
"No, my dear, but beauty is of no
conHequenoe."
Now, what nn unmitigated fib! and
every day of that child's life sho will bo
finding it out. Why not tell tho truth,
that beauty ia of consequence, as is ev
ery thing that God has made. Why
not tell her th;it tho eye is irresistibly
faschiatud by it; that a handsome child
is always moro noticed, by a stranger
than a plain one, just as when one
walks in a garden, a beautiful flower
invites admiration abovo its fellows;
but like that, if upon examination it
bo found scentless, if it pierces with
fcharpness the hand that would caress
it tho gazer plucks it but to throw it
asido, or passes it for one of lesser pre
tensions, whoso sweetness will enduro
long after its pale hues have faded away.
It i.s right for people to bo pleasing,
and it is not ouly right, but a duty,
for everybody to look as beautiful as
they can. Tell your child all this, but
tell her that for tho higher order of
beauty, something besides tho body
must be decorated. Tell her that the
BOul must be washed of bad passions
tho cobwebs brushed away tho dust
of Eclfishness wiped off, and its cham
bers aired of tho foul atmosphcro of
uncharitubloncss. Tell her how re
Hpleudent the soul can mako tho body,
how, like the light within a crystal vase,
it makes fair what elso were dark and
dim to human sight. Tell her how bo
fore it men bow down, hushing the hot
breath of woildliness, as before God's
own presence. Tell her to tread the
carthwith the triumphantstep of one who
is heir to all heaven tseooud to non.
Oh, I havo soon such! Lofty yet
lowly. No earthly artist could trace
their beauty, or sculptor mould their
symmetry. To hear tho rustle of their
garments was to foul" the sweop of -an
augol's wing.
FANNY FERN.
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FarnKS not Happiness. Tho late
Stephen Girard, of Philadelphia, when
surrounded with iinmenso wealth, and
Bupposed to bo taki'.ig supremo delight
in its accumulation, wrote this to a
friend:
"As to myself, I live like a galley
BlavOjConstaiitly occupied, and often pas
ting the night without sleeping. I am
wrapped up in a labyrinth of affairs,
and worn out with cures. I do not val
ue fortune. The lovo of labor is my
highest emotion. When I rise in the
morning, my only effort is to labor so
' hard dm in r tho day, that when night
comes I may bo enabled to sleep sound
ly." - - , . , -
. Doting, but indignant Mother, (to
Master Johnny, .who has boon "iuto
luiachief").. "1 bhall box your curs
soundly for this, t'omo hero to mo this
minute."
, Manler Johnny, (who has beard Lis
-i!icr"do liUwute,"). "Now Madam,
.N. i l'ieayuuc.
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you.
Sweet Letter from a Sweet Woman.
The workinrr-incn of Sheffield, Kn"-
lnnd, having intimntcd to Mica Florence
iS irlit i nnlo their intention of present
ing her a Bet of tahlo cutlery, manu
factured by themselves; that lady re
turned tho following characteristic ra-
"I am exceedingly sorry to liavo al
lowed your letter to remain so long un
answered, but my occupations have of
latobeen ho pressing that it has been
unavoidable. Tho proposal which
your letter contains 5s peculiarly grat
ifying to mn, ns coining from a place
connected with which I have associa
tions' that will nWays be dear to me,
and I nhould ot onco frankly accept the
offered kindness if I could securo one
point, which would bo essential to my
comfort in so doinp;, viz., that the
amount of subscriptions tdiould bo fixed
on a scalo which could not possibly
prove burdensome to any one. It is
not for mo to dictato, but I shall be
greatly obliged to you, if possible, to
press this point, and to nssurc my
fricndi that it ift not a splendid speci
men of what I already know Sheffield
can accomplish, that would bo gratify
ing to me, but merely a token, and the
simpler tho better, of good will and
sympathy from a body in whose wel
fare I hhall always feel an especial in
terest. So strong was my feeling on
this point that my first impulse on re
ceiving the proposal was to request that
thoso who had this kind thought would
content themselves by simply append
ing their names to a testimony of good
will; and could this be so, I should be
more than satisfied. 1'ut this I must
leave for others to decido.
FLORENCE NIGHTINGALE."
Coffee and Milk.
Dr. D. A. Caron, of Taris, has re ccnt
ly been engaged in investigating tho ef
fect of breakfasting on this favorito
beverage;, and from tho results, he
thinks that ho is justified in asserting
that most of tho nervous and allied
disorders which affect the dwellers in
large cities arc traceable to this source.
He further informs tis that when the
coffee is mixed with milk, its nutritious
properties aro neutralized because of
its fermentation being retarded. Cof
fee and milk in a bottle were twenty
seven days beforo thoy began to decom
pose, whilst milk ana sugar were only
three days. It is evident that the as
tringent proportion of the eoffeo hinder
the digestion of tho milk; and at the
samo time, the cafeine (or active prin
ciple of coffee) is set freo, and nets on
tho mcmbrauo of tho stomach in tho
same manner as vegetable alkalies, pro
ducing the most disastrous consequen
ces to tho digestive apparatus. Ho tried
many experiments on himself and
friends, and found that in a few hours
tho pulse was lowered from 80 to 68,
from that it went down to 5(3, when ho
took some food, and it immediately
roso to 72. He concludes by informing
us that many cases of irritation, ner
vousness and hysteria have been entire
ly cured by a gentle course of tonics,
and giving up the use of coffee.
Mtcx ov Business. Rare, almost as
great poets, rarer perhaps than verita
ble saints And martyrs, aro consummate
men of business. A man to be excell
ent in this way, must not only bo vari
ously giftod, hut his gifts should be
nicely proportioned to one another. Ho
must have in a high degree that virtue
which men have always found tho least
pleasant of virtues prudence. His
prudence, however, will not bo merely of
a caulious and quiescent order, but that
which, being ever actively engaged, is
moro fitly called discretion than prud
ence, llo roquires a great knowledge
of character, with that exquisite tact
which feels unerringly tho right moment
when to act. A discreet rapidity must
pervade all tho movements of his thought
and Ection. Ho must be singularly free
from vanity, and is generally fouud to
bo an enthusiast, who has theart to con
ceal his enthusiasm.
A Tender Heproop. A very lit
llo boy had oue day done wrong, and was
sent, after parental correction, to .ask
in secret the forgiveness of bis boaven
ly Father. His oflenoo had boon pas
sion. Anxious to hear what he would
say, his mother followed to tho door of
his room. In lisping accents tho heard
him ask to bo made better, never to be
angry again ; and then, with child-like
simplicity, he added, "Lord make tm'
tcmptr belter too."
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rttODUCT OF THE KmTTINO Nf.ELiLE.
One hundred and fifty-two thousand
six hundred and forty-five pairs of wool
en socks wcro knit by the women of
New York, iu their fleisuro moments,
in tho year 18jG. Their cash value
was $IG,1!'J3. Of yarn spun iu the
State that year in tho houses of the far
mers, there wero G,070 lbs. Tho wool
en machinery is displacing tho spin-ning-whccl;
but far olf bo tho day when
tho swelling musioof tho spokes whirl
ed by our cousins' hands on tho hill
sides and in tho valleys shall bo at rest
forever.
Hens in Winter. If you want the
hens to lay eggs during tho winter, give
them chopped fro.-h meat and green veg
etables, such as raw onions aud pep
pers, boiled potatoes, cabbage, eto., wa
ter to drink, and a bed of sand gravel
to scratch among. Uuvnt boues, bro
ken fine, should be strewed over their
gravel bod. Tho roostiug places should
bo well protected from wind and storm.
Do not let them roost on tho trees in
winter, llcui lay all tho belier with
out tho company vi roosters. 0. Cult.
New Year's Addresses,
TO THE PATRONS of the NEWS,
January 1st, 1858.
ADDRESS NO. 1-BY AN OLD SETTLER
OF HILLSBOROUGH.
My honored patrons, I onro moro
Approach your hospitable door,
And now present my short Address
To palron and to patron?ss.
Another year I've paced around,
OVr mud and rocks, and frozen ground
With frost-bit fingcn, frozen toes,
And pendent ioicirs at nose,
Whilo the North west puccessful trios
To fi.rce the fears from both my ryes.
Oft in tho rummer's scorching rays,
July and August's burning blaze,
I serve you with The HiniiLANn News
With toil, and wear and tear of shoes;
Upon my arm my weekly pack,
News from all Nations at my back,
And with tho patienco of a Job,
Tell you the wonders .of our globe.
Disastrous news we hear from far,
The direful pound of bloody war;
From India's sunny climo it comes,
Echo of death-groans, puns and drums;
Christian and heathen blood is spillod.
Thousands on thousands men arc killed,
Mahoinmedan and Christian blood
Together flow, ono common flood;
What dire nmnuiit of human suffering!
To Moloch what a bloody offering 1
But treason, with her hateful form,
Threatens our country with a storm;
And with its foul, envenomed toncruo,
Threatens tho wrath of Drigham Young;
What mischief dire that imp of hell
Can do, no earthly tongue can tell.
Murder, adultery and incest,
The boast of this lascivious pest,
Who reitrns in that abandnncdjegion,
And holds adultery for religion.
This specimen of "squatter sovereign"
Our President will have to govern;
His hands, I judge, will havo enough in,
With Brigham and tho Border Iluffian.
That despcrafa gang of border knaves
Ilavo sworn to fill Kansas with slaves,
And force tho uvtlirm fnnti'tutiun
Upon tho Kansas Constitution,
And have a constitution framed.
Of which tho Devil should bo ashamed,
And sent the liratto Congress hall,
Where it will doubtless raise a squall;
But Mr. Buch. adopts tho brat,
As true-born, lawful Democrat;
And now the dough-faced politician
Will be once more in requisition;
They've saved the Union oft before,
Nowthey must save the thing once more.
Seven years ago, a gTand ftnality,
They framed by most sublime rascality,
But modern bogus politicians
Mend documents like quack physicians,
Whose patent nostrums mend ono sor
But make, instead, some half a score.
We in Ohio, once ngain,
Have had a stirring, brisk campaign;
Our opponents 0, what a rare go!
Tried to get up a "nigger" scare-crow!
Against us tried to excito enough rnge,
lly the bug-bear ot ''acgro sufiragc,
Andsmeared their ticket o'er witli honov
But th' people knew who stole their
money;
So we elected Governor Chase,
By telling truth, wo won tho race
But tired of politics, I turn
To some congenial concern.
Whilo round our village streets I go,
Through rain and sleet, and frost and
snow,
What lots of pretty girls I meet!
And oh, my cyesl they look so sweet!
Yv ell dressed, well hooped, well educated
All number ones not overrated,
Bonnets retiring back with skill,
Saying "come kiss mo if you will";
And fairly showing every grace
That can adorn a pret ty faco.
There may bo danger, for I'm told
The lovely creatures may catch cold,
Or a sun-stroke, which much I dread,
Might strike the pretty creatures dead;
And then O bless their pretty lives!
What would wo do for charming wives?
' And as I traTcl, now and then,
I meet some thing, called gentlemen,
But such a curious looking tribe,
I cannot possibly describe;
A strange, anomalous set of chaps.
8ome dressed in hats, and some in caps;
Some wrapped in cloaks, and some in
shawls;
And some in shirt and overalls;
Their faces covered o'er with hair,
Like tho posteriors of a bear;
Some with the habits of the shoals;
Some pride in personating goats;
Some like thoso quadruped.! appear.
Which have tremendous length of ear;
Utliers, by all twill be agreed,
Appear like gentlemen indeed.
But, my respected patrons, now,
I humbly make my parting bow,
And hope, kind friends, before I go,
A generous gift you will bestow.
If, in theso Bank Suspension times,
Fato has reduced your stock of dimes
And half-dimet still in number shorter,
I'd thankfully accept a Quarter,
And wouhl not meeza at HALF A DOL-
LAll,
From 801110 rich gentleman or scholar.
Tatrons! another year has past
Last night the old year breathed its last;
Ana Willi tlie tm-tli ot tuoIVow Year
Tho CAltUlKll BOY with joy draws
near
Your festivo board, and craves rift.
For which his thankful voice ho '11 lift.
OF HILLSBOROUGH. ADDRESS NO. 2.-BY THE CARRIER
BOY.
Our thriving place, of great renown
Is truly, now, a ".Model Town,"
Though gossips say it's awful "fast,"
And will havo a bd end athiht;
But tako it all in all, I weeu,
A yrottiur town ia seldom muu.
A largo nnl liandsomo Collehe
stands
Which all the landscape w id s commands,
Upon a high nnd rising eround
( Perhaps it should be called a mound)
Where, from tho great well-spring of
truth,
Learning is taught to Female youth.
Oiir"CiVy Fathers'' pnon will meet
In their new Ham,, on Walnut street,
Which, with tho Untune Ho the below,
Adds new attractions to the row. .
Tho Ladies, now, with flounces wide,
Their hoops pp-e::d out from sido to side,
Tlio busy streets perambulate,
Attending Lyceum and Df.h.vte,
Showing that FuHhion has tho rule,
And Woman is its willing tool.
Death, with a cold, unsparing hand,
Has taken many to that land
Where all is happiness and joy,
And loveliness without alloy,
Where wo, my friends, at lust, may rest,
At God's litrht hand, forever blest.
Tho Money Panic ias played smash,
Having created quitofc crash;
And "hunger mobs," will banners flung,
Patroled the sheets, an(l thus they sung,
"Wo must have bread. r wo will nVhtl"
Which gave rich peopl; great affright.
Frofessor Morse, tho "li-rhtning man,"
In his smart head matured a plan
To stretch a "lino" from Newfoundland
To old Great Britain's nearest strand
By which our "Uncle Sam" can hail
"John Bull" much quickerthan by mail.
Our "City Pads" with willom frauaht.
To Philadelphia sent, aud bought
A lino "mashecn, ly which a fire
That oft produces suHeringJ dire
Can soon be quouched, with manly toil,
AnU thus tlie threatened dam-cr foil.
Intemperance still stalks about
Death and destruction mark iN route-
Many have yielded to its power
First tempted in an evil hour,
To taste the fatal, maddening bowl,
hose quenchless fires d-:my tho soul.
And now, as I present my lay,
Upon this happy New Year's Day,
I hope, kind friends, you '11 not refuse
To give tho CARBIl-;il BOY his dues;
l?y that, i mean, donate a Qi'arter,
Or elso a Dime hut nothing shorter!
And that long life you may enjoy,
Will ever prnv
THE CARRIER BOY!
Sorrow. A holy believer of time
past siys: "Shall I think it much to be
crossed, who deserve to be crushed?
God is teaching mo by his rod. Upon
this rod I havo found honey. Tho hon
ey that Jonathan tasted on tho rod did
enlighten his eyes! O, that it may bo
so with me!'1
A clergyman who had heroine some
what mixed up in laiuUpcculalions, re
cently announced to his congregation
that his text would be found in St.
Paul's epistle to the Corinthians, sec
tion four, range three, west!
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The women of Poland have a watch
ful eye on their daughters, and make
them wear litllo bells on their persons,
to denote .where they are and what
they are about.
Best TuiMis to Give. Tho
best thing to give to your enemy is
forgiveness; to your uppnncut, toler
ance; to a friend, your heart; to your
child, a good example; to a father,
deference; to a mother, conduct that
will make her proud of you; to your
self, respect; to all men, charity.
Luminous. We find the following
notice In a Pittsburg paper:
Kniiet'. Tho Analysis has taken such
a position in Science, I shall prove there
is none such, if so, ami teacher or pupil
can lake tho stand on Wednesday even
ing at 7 o'clock. John Barry.
Wo dissent in tolo from Mr. Barry.
We maiutain, that Analysis has such, or
at least, if on tho contrary, then there
is. Wo were uot able to be on the stand
at 7 o'clock; but we will maintain our
opinion to the death. If so bo, why
not?"
Youth's Department.
SUNDAY-SCHOOL HYMN.
BY A. STROW WEST.
We bless Thee, Lord, for this plud dny,
lis sue red rest, Ms OHlin delimit;
We bless Thee Hint Thy Spirit' r.iy
lieuiiied eurly on our Nature's night;
And lnlilit us from ourselves to (lee,
Aud led our youthful hearts to Thee!
We bless Thee for Thy Holy Word,
To guide the wuywiird steps of youth;
A nd Unit our minds ere early stored ,
With the pure precept, of Thy truth;
We bless Thee tliut our hearts cun urova
The joy of Thy redeeming love!
Savior of sill In merry still
Trilled lis through unr future years;
. Long: us wt seek to do Thy will,
Cuiiiinii our hopes uud e.ilm our fjuru;
Till tioiiehl into Hie promised rest,
Iu Thee wo uro furorer bleKt!
(H.3. Advocate.
Cons. Why bus nun riht to scold bis
wile uliuilt Jus cufUet Wheu ho Us plenty
of iruii nil. i .
Why is praising children" like opiuinl llu
ruosn It's I it u it .t i mn.
Why is, bank note like a. fisliT Hecnusa,
If vou keep It two days, it' lik.-ly to spoil. .
Why are jukes like nuls? Heaiuse th dry
er lliey mo tlie butter tliey crack.
Why Is n riinisellur like a huicln r? Do you
(rive it up? lloouuso the bettor it Is, the more
ho kills.
Answer lo (Jliaruiio m lual week's paper, u
Farmer's Department.
Seed Corn.
A. Daly, Bath, writing to us, pays :
"Farmers have suffered much in con
sequence of the failure of their peed
corn during tho last two seasons the
result of tlio severe cold of the two past
winters. Now we may depend on an
other failure the next Reason, if wo do
not select seed which has been thorough
ly dried before the cold weather com
menced. Much of the coin now stand
ing out, or in the husk, is badly-frozen,
and tlio germinating power of such seed,
if not entirely destroyed, is at least
much impaired. Farmers whose corn
is thus injured, should obtain good dry
seed for next year's planting, as by this
means they will prevent disappointment
in raising (ho next crop."
This is a good suggestion. Let our
Farmers profit by it. I'.d. O. Farm.
Sei.ectini Seed Corn. A farmer
in the West, says he selects his seed corn
in tho following manner, which, from
several years' practice, be thinks valua
ble :
"I go info the corn field as soon as
all the sap is dried in the cob, and se
lect the stalks having two cars. I pull
the tup car, and put it carefully away
by itself in some dry place. By pur
suing this plan, I find each year that
my corn is greatly improved, both as it
respects quality and yield."
Cutting Timber.
If oak, hickory or chesnut timber is
felled in the eighth month, (August,)
in the second running of the sap, and
barked, quite a largo tree will season
perfectly, nnd even the twigs will re
main sound for years; whereas, that cut
in Winter, and remaining until the
next Fall, (as thick as your wrist.) will
be completely sap-rotten, and will be al
most unfit fur any purpose. The body
of the oak, split into rails, will not last
more than ten or twelve years. Chesnut
will last longer, but no comparison to
that cut iu the eighth month. Hickory
cut iu Ihe eighth month is not subject
1 to be worm-eaten, and will last a lung
t.nie lor tenting.
When I commenced farming, inlS02,
it was the practice to cut timber for
pot-fcneing in the Winter. White-oak
, posts and black-oak rails, cut at that
time, I found would not last moro than
ten or twelve years. In ISll.'i, I com
, lneiiccd cutting fence timber in tho
eighth month. Mary of tho oak rails
cut that year are yet sound, as well as
, most of them formed of chesnut. If
' the bark is not taken off, this month,
however, it will peel off itself tl e sec
ond and third year, and leave the sap
perfectly sound. The tops of the trees
aro also more valuable for fuel, than
when cut in tho Winter or Spring.
I adviso young farmers to try the
experiment for themselves; and ;f post
fences will not last twice as long, I for
feit all my experience as worthless.
New Jersey Herald.
The Poppy.
A letter received at the Patent Offico
from Cerniany, says, the poppy is cul
tivated in southern Germany to a large
extent, as a substitute for sweet oil.
It has supplanted the use of tho im
ported (dive oil wholly in that coun
try. It is further stated that the soil
and climate of tho United States is
highly suited for tho culture of this
article, and they might provide the
whole Union with sweet oil, and thus
save a largo sum of money, which goes
to France and Italy.
Soitdtiu.M a SurvEss. We received
a jug of Sorghum molasses from Jacob
Clarke, Esq., of Clermont co., Ohio, and
take great pleasure in saying that it
will not only pass, and is not only pala
table, but excellent, not only excellent,
but first class to sar loast, quite as
rich as the best N. Orleans, to some,
perhaps more tastes, much better. It is
veritable 'lasses, luscious on cakes, de
licious on warm bread, delightful be
tween slices of bread and butter. Its
peculiar flavor is very agreeable, and it
has a ruby glow of luxurious sweetness,
in tippoaranco captivating, to thoso who
prefer sweetness for dessert instead of
tho waste of sweetness on tho desert
air. Mr. Clarke had twelve acres of the
Chinese Sugar Cane, aud lias made sev-
cnty-ono forty gallon barrels of molas
ses, ten barrels of which ho has had re
fined by Mr. Chas. Louis Gciso, of this
city. It is of the refined article we
speak. It is now offered for sale at )2
uud 28 Fast Fifth street, at CO cents
per gallon. If Mr. Clarke sells his
seventy-ono barrels of Sorghum at thin
rale, ho will receive f 1,700 for tho pro
duct of twelve ueres of ground one sea
s Jti. Cin. Coin.
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The best Fruit Jluuk for giving in
structions in regard to the propagation
and management of fruit trees, is
"Uitrrg't Fruit Garden." It can be
found tit most book-stores, prico 1 23.
Tho best work on the varieties of fruit,
or manual of pomology, is the new edi
tion of "Pawning Fruits nnd Fruit
Ten t a A mericii" just published by
Wiley fi, Halsted, New York; price
?1 GO. O.Cult.
.
Dr. 11 ays says, the largest iceberg be
ever measured, was about two hundred
and fifty feet high above the surface of
tho water, and two miles in length.
Tho proportion of tlio amount ubove
tho water to that below, would be about
as ono to seven. This would mako the
entire depth of tho luas, about two
thousand feet.
Original Story.
Written for the News.
The Girl-Friends.
BY MARY B—.
CHAPTER I.
"And Ibon wilt do na i nil bsve done before,
And inelte thy liesrt for esrlhly gorls shrine:
Tlier" bll A Hi rli nn'f priceless trensn res pour,
There Hope's fair flower In votive psrltmls
twine;
A nd I lie ii wilt mee the ree ompenne nil must ,
Who give to murtal love llieir f.ulh uud Uusl."
"It is the silent grief that kills."
These words fell from the lips of El
sie Ncal, as she walked back and forth
beneath the elm trees, that encircled her
humble homo.
"Yes, Nellie Lyle," she said, pausing
before her young friend, who sat on the
low porch, "yos, it is the silent grief
that kills. I am but uttering a truth,
which lias been experienced by many
of earth's pilgrims. And alas! I must
also suffer, and be still."
Again she commenced her restless
walk, in the shadowy moonlight. The
years of her life numbered but one
score. It was the time when hopes
should be bright, and the young heart
care-free. Yet on that sweet June eve,
her eyes wcro misty with toars, and her
lips trembled over sorrowful words.
Intellect was traced on the fair, high
brow of Elsie Ncal; the light of her eyes,
thoso "changeful, glorious orbs," some
times liquid with tenderness, dreamy
with thought, or lustrous with excite
ment, spoke of a lofty and sensitive
soul, whose capacities were great, cither
for joy or woe. She was proud, very
proud.
It was traced oftcnest, in the sudden
flash of her eye, in tho haughty move
ments of her slight form. But despite
this fault, and the humble dress of pov
erty, she was very beautiful to sonic,
in the dawn of her twentieth summer.
Beautiful to those who knew her well,
and could appreciate tho riches of her
mind.
Nellie Lyle seemed bereft of her ever
ready, sweet, consoling words, when she
gazed upon her loved and cherished
friend, and thought of the cruel wound
that had pierced her heart.
Again Elsie paused in the moonlight.
Again her low, tremulous voice broke
upon tho stillness. "To think how
happy I might have been, Nellie. To
think, saddest and bitterest of all, that
my mother should have been the one to
blight my hopes; just for a prejudice, an
unreasonable di.slike! How her crush
ing words ring in my ears now! She
knew me, Nellie. She knew what to
say, to make mo yield; but she has nev
er looked down into her child's heart,
and read there its strength to love, or
she might havo paused ere she scut from
my side the one who alone could have
made this troubled life happy to me!"
'Why did you not plead with her,
Elsie?"
"Nellie, if you had heard her words,
you would not ask me such a question!
'Elsio Ncal,' (she said) 'if you marry
Philip Deane, you marry without your
mother's consent.' Her pride prompted
these words, but in a moment that pride
was stilled, and her voice trembled with
tenderness, and her dimmed eyes fill
with tears. 'Elsie,' (she continued) 'my
only child; if you leave mo alone, my
tried heart will bo broken. It will uot
be long, at the most, till I shall lie down
by your father's side, in tho graveyard
beyond the White Chapel!'
"I might havo faltered, Nellie; I
might havo risen up in defiance to her
will, had it not been for tho vision that
roso up before me; and tho solemn
words that floated back to me, across the
years that have fled since he left us, mad
me dumb.
"That touching death-scene of long
ago, came like a flash to my memory
I saw the troubled look that passed over
my dying father's face. I heard his
voice, pleading that I and my mother
should bo all in all to each other. In
that solemn hour, Nellio, ho cutroated
tno never to leave or forsake her; and I
answered, never! never!
"My silence must have touched my
mother's heart, for sho drew her ar
around me, and kissed mo again and
again; telling mo that Philip Deane
could never mako my life happy, lie
was too proud, too stern, too reckless
she said; and I was proud, and our
pride would rise up, and darken boll,
our lives.
"Nellio, our lives are darkened al
ready. Something is lost. Some beau
tiful light has pone out in my hcot
and it's very dark here;" nd the young
gill pres. cd her baud, w Lei e l.cr L1. at
wai beating wildly.
"Still," sho said, "if bad married hirn,
I- should havo been faithless to the
promise made my dying father; nnd it
would have been a wrong to my moth
er. It would havo been a sorrowful
remembrance to mo, Nellie, tliat I
had caused her nged heart one pong of
pain. Oh, it is a terrible thing, to pivo
suffering to any sensitive heart! She
thinks sho has done all this for tho
best, nnd perchance she has; but File
has grown dark to her child, very early,
very early.
"Oh, Nellie,'' continued the weeping
girl, kneeling down beforo her friend,
and folding her white arms across her
lap, "Oh, Nellie! you know me! You
have always understood me! You know
how I love my mother! how I wor
shipped Philip Deane! Can you dream
of the anguish of my heart, when I
told her I would give him up for her
sake?"
"Do not cry so, Elsie. I know you
suffer; but a brighter morn will come,
after the stormy night! Your mother
may change."
"It would be all too lute! Ho has
gone far from here. I may never see
him ngain. Oh, Nellie! when I saw
him coming, looking so lofty, so noblu,
with a smilo upon his countenance, I
could but weep bitterly! He looked
startled and bewildered when he saw
my tears. Then I told him I wns
lost to him I never could bo his wife!
told him the cause. He was wild
and wicked, my mother said; and I
told him to forget all, and would have
said more, but he stopped me. 'El-
sic. J'isie: mocK me nor- wnn suen vain
words!' I cannot tell you of our last
. t . .i i
hour togothcr. When we parted, ho
bowed his proud head upon my hand,
and the hot tears fell there! 'Is it in
deed possible?' ho whispered. 'Must I
eave you, Elsie? you, whoso life I
thought to make so joyful by my great
love?' "
She bowed her head a? though the ten
der memory of his last words had brought
a new pang.
Nellie Lyle looked down upon her
young friend, and sho thought how
trong had been the fetters that bound
that young, loving heart to earth. 1 cr
chanec tho mightiest one had been bro
ken, to woo tho soul heaven-ward.
"Elsie," said Nellie's sweet voice,
"There is a love, whose power far
exceeds all earthly uffeetions. Earthly
Jove is sweet Divine lovo immortal!-
Now that the sweetness of earthly love
.s lost to you, will you not look up, and
ot radiance Jrora above scatter tho
darkness all away? Elsie, dear Elsie,
won't you look up?"
Tho bowed head was raised.. Thero
came an answer, solemn and thrilling :
"Dear Nellie, thero lingered so much
joy nround my earthly pathway, that I
did not think of any brighter life be
yond. An earthly love, so sweet and
strong, possessed my heart, that it long
ed not for the love immortal! And now
that I am stricken I cannot look up!
No sweet voico ever whispers to my
troubled heart, 'Be still.' Oh, Nelliei
I havo idolized Philip Deano."
"Then with tho poetess, I may an
swer, f.lMO,
"Aud thou has! met the recompense all must.
Who give lo mortul love their failii Bud trust."
"Then you do not jdty mo," mur
mured Elsie. "My punishment is just."
1 "Pity you! oh, Elsie! I have always
oved you sineo I first knew you.
Could I shield you from the slightest
pang, gladly would I do so. Wo are
different, Elsie, aud yet wo aro so
much ulike! Even spirit-friends, are wo
not, Elsie?"
"Ay, twin-souled, sweet sympathizer!
"Life would be still darker, if you
were gone;" and tho tears gushed from
her eyes.
Nellie put her arm around her neck,
and her brown curU floated over El
sie's black hair. ToarB came to Lcr
eyes too, and she obeyed that sweet
command, 'Weep with those that weep.'
At last Nellie whispered, "I must go,
Elnio. Pupa will think strange if I
stay so late. See, the light i burning;
ho is waiting for me."
Leaving a kiss upon Elsie's brow,
sho passed out the gate, across the
street, to her home the most beautiful
homo in the village of Bloomvalo. Tho
oot'ago was built iu somewhat antique
:-tylo. Tho windows aud doorwuya
were arched aud beautifully ti.nej;
whilo in front a Ion;; J i.u.:i extend 1,
ils whitu pillars wre:,thu,l v, ii'i tl.o
graceful branched of too eo!u . Musi.
Within, all li-spoko tdeg.tiioi and i -fiiieiiicnt.
In one room t.,t.i rM t
iu his huge at in -i 1 ilr, vi t i i i
reverie; bis ty-s 1 i.t t a, 1 .
portrait Liiuiuj , u.i..t t'.-