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( ( - - r'. V 1 . 1 ' i-in i ' 1 s -- NX .J J. Ii. BOARDLIAIT, Editor and Proprietor. vol. xxr. ianriljj gownal gctoitir ia Xfclus, politics, gitaatart, gflrintlfurc, HaiI:tl5, fa. (Ono Dcllnr a "Zcai; I Clriclly in .Advance. NUMBER 36.- IIILLSBOROUGII, HIGHLAND iCOJNTT, OHIO, TIIU11SDAY, JANUARY 7, 1853. i Mi V 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. - 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. " "'1 L M M II 1 11 I V Uill'iN i . - 1. - - - - j v V II llU 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." -4, 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! - - . . . - - 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. - , 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'.-