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THE WEEKLY LEDGER.
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Long ago, a poet dreaming,
Weaving fancy’s warp and woof,
Penn’d a tender, soothing poem
On the “Rain upon the roof.”
Once 1 read it, and its beauty
Filled my heart with mem'ries sweet;
Days of childhood flitted round me,
Violets sprang beneath my feet:
And my gentle, loving mother
Spoke again in accents mild,
Curbing every wayward passion
Of her happy, thoughtless child,
Then 1 beard the swallows twitt'ring
Underneath the cabin eaves,
And the laughing about of Willie
Up among the maple leaves.
Then I hless’d the poet’s dreaming—
Bless'd his fancy warp and woof;
And I wept o’er mem'ries treasured,
As the rain fell on the roof.
Years ago I lost the poem,
But its sweetness lingers still,
As the freshness in the valley
Marks where flow’d the spring-time rill,
Lost to read, but not to feeling;
For the rain drop never falls.
O'er my head with pattering music,
But it peoples mem’ry’s halls
With the old familiar faces,
Loved and treasured long ago;
Treasured now, as in life's spring-time,
For my heart no change can know.
And I live again my childhood,
In the home, far far away;
Roam the woodland, orchard, wildwood,
With my play mate's, still at play.
When my gray hairs press the pillow,
Holding all the world aloof,
Dreaming sweetly, as 1 listen
To the rain upon the roof.
Every pattering drop that lalleth
Seemeth like an angel's tread,
Bringing messages of mercy
To the weary heart and head.
Pleasant thoughts of years departed,
Pleasant soothings for to-day,
Earnest longings for to-morrow,
Hoping for the far away;
For 1 know each drop that lalleth
Comes to bless the thirsty earth;
Making seed to bud and blossom,
Springing all things into birth.
As the radient bow, that scattereth
All our faithlessness with proof
Of a seed-time and a harvest,
So the rain upon the roof.
Think of it!— Over six hundred milliontsof
dollars, says the Shasta Courier, have been
shipped from the port of San Francisco with
in eight years! And what have wo received
in return therefor? Nothing except food aud
raiment aud luxuries. All our gold hath
gone for that which perishetb. We have
nothing in exchange therefor that we may
call permanent wealth taxable things—
nothing.
But all that we possess in exchange for
our precious metal ie that which perishes in
the using. If half or even one quarter of
this gold had been retained aud invested in
various enterprises in this Slate, it would not
only have paid its owners a bigger per cent,
on the investment, but have also made Cali
fornia the richest State in the Union, in pro
portion to population, and her people the
richest people on earth. But it has gone to
enrich other States and other nations, while
we, by our own folly aud lack of wisdom, are
left to be the “hewers of wood and drawers
of water” to those who know how to use us.
Columbia. —The Tuolumne Courier says;
“Columbia will soon he “herself again!” New
buildings are springing from the ruins of the
late Uire in every direction. Old blocks are
being repaired, and new and beautiful fire
proof blocks are arising to take the place of
the old pine shanties of former times. Some
of these, when completed, will vie in beauty
aud elegance with any of similar proportions
in the Stale. The frames, too, are a vast
improvmeut, generally, upon those they re
place, aud some of them are being finished
with neatness and taste.”
That is true California energy, which no
disasters or misfortunes can dampen. We
hope it will be long ere Columbia shall re
ceive her third scourge from fire.
One Thousand Years. —Five years hence
the Russian Empire will have enjoyed an un
interrupted existence of one thousand years.
The event is to be celebrated by the erection
of a magnificent monument.
Rich Claim. —The Butte Record says a
China merchant has ottered $200,000 for the
Cape Claim,'near Oroville. Yes?
Thomas Dick, the world-renowned Chris
tian Philosopher, died recently, in Scotland,
at the age of 83 years.
Norway has one railroad, which is about
forty miles long.
Ouc hundred millions of eggs are annual
ly consumed in New York city.
The height of fashion—dresses three in
ches below the shoulder.
JACKSON, AMADOR COUNTY, CAL., SATURDAY MORNING, OCT. 3, 1857.
From the Missouri Democrat.
The Rain Upon the Roof.
BT BUS. FRANCKS D. OAOK.
THE DEAD NUNS.
Not far from Carlaverock Castle stood an
Abbey called Holywood, evidently so called
from the ‘‘holy wood” or grove of oaks which
surrounded a large Drnidicnl temple still
standing. This abbey was founded by the
lady Devorgilda, daughter of Allan, Lord of
Galloway, who died, A, D. 121i9.
In times past, Holywood was a famous
nunnery, and for ages served as a retreat for
noble ladies from all parts of the Scottish ,
empire. Only the church edifice to the con
vent is still standing.
Though, as we have stated, according to
the most authentic sources, the daughter of a
lord of Galloway was the founder of the |
structure about the middle of the thirteenth
century, there are vague traditions afloat of |
the Abbey having been the abode of certain i
fair recluses, at least eight centuries previous
to that period; and it was even said the con- !
veut then built was erected on the ruins of a
former and far more ancient edifice. It is of
these ladies, that era, and this edifice, that
the subsequent legend treats.
In ancient days—centuries before the
foundation of the last nunnery—a convent of
noble Scottish ladies existed.
They were twelve in number, exclusive of
the superior.
At this era the Piets devastated the south
ern part of Scotland. The barbarians were
then encamped in the charming Vale of Nith,
and their approach to Holywood was momen
tarily expected.
It is far easier to imagine than to tell the
horror of the fair recluses of Holywood, at
the nearness of such ruthless neighbors as
the Piets.
They thought to fly. But whither could
they go? Where might they not exjieet to
encounter the powerful foe from whom they
fled ?
Poor maidens! In their dire extremity,
they betook themselves to prayer; and from
sun-down to midnight, on the Sabbath eve,
did they remain on their knees in the chapel
of the convent, pouring forth the - wishes of
their gentle hearts, and supplicating the as
sistance of that gentle God who never yet
deserted those who put their trust in him. It
w r as a touching sight to see their sorrowful
but still most lovely countenances, lit up by
the dim lamps of the place, turned upwards
in faith aud hope to the Father of Heaven.
Just as the midnight hour had censed
souudiug from the turret of the cloister, a
loud knocking was heard at the outer gate.
The sisters started from their kueesaud look
ed aghast. They deemed it was the enemy
whom they dreaded far more than death;
aud for a moment their confidence in the pro
tecting power of Heaven was shaken. But
it was only for a moment; soon the porteress
came and told the abbess that it was only a
poor old man who had frightened them, and
that he come to pray shelter from the storm
that raged fearfully without.
“Let him be at once admitted!” said the
abbess. “Be he friend or be he foe, in such
a night as this he shall have protection.”
A venerable, grey-headed, long-bearded
ancient, garbed in a long, dark, flow ing robe,
soon entered the chapel.
“Father,” said the abbess, “you are wel
come. We pray God for succor. Will you
join with us?”
“Willingly,” said the old man, “most wil
lingly.”
They prayed fervently together.
They then passed to the refectory of the
ancient convent, and when they had par
taken of refreshments, the old man thus said
to the abbess :
“Fain would I know, holy mother, what
mars your repose. Mayhap 1 can assist
you.”
The abbess told him all—her hopes aud
her fears, their dread aud danger of worse
than death—of that infinitely worse than
death.
“Be comforted,” said the old man; “you
hive helped me in my need. 1 will now as
sist you in your tribulatiou. Listen, my
children.”
They gathered around him.
“Prepare ye thirteen coffins, and with all i
haste.”
The nuns looked aghast.
“Place them six and six, side by side, down
the aisle of the chapel; aud let the seventh, |
for the abbess, be laid at the altar’s foot.”
The abbess shuddered, and uttered a pray
er for mercy.
“And when the foe approaches, said the
calm old man, “wreathe your hair with the
fairest flowers, and then lay yourselves down
in them—every one as though she were I
dead.”
“Lord have mercy on us—Christ have '
mercy on usl” cried the abbess.
“Lord have mercy on us,” responded the |
sisters, appalled beyond measure at these
strange instructions.
“1 will be with you in the moment of dan
ger,” said the old man with a sweet smde.—
“When the foe forces this sanctuary, then
shall ye see me again. Bless ye all until that {
hour. Adieu 1”
They retired for the night. The next
morning the abbess sought fur the old man
but sought in vain; he had departed before
the dawn. But she did not neglect his coun
sel; the coffins were made aud placed as he
had directed.
Within a week from that day the Piets
were in the neighborhood.
It was midnight when the foe first burst
upon that hitherto peaceful solitude. Wild
shouts, dreadful imprecations, hideous cries,
confused noise, piercing shrieks; the clashing
of swords, the ringing of bucklers, the whiz
zing of spears, assailed the cars of the terri
fied virgins from all parts of the uuuuery.
The couveut was soou surrouuded.
The weak walls aud slight portals of the
edifice afforded no effectual barrier against
those reckless savages. Onwards they rush
ed through the halls—the cells—the clois
ters. Thu chapel alone was untouched, and
there were the sisters kneeling and praying,
each beside her own narrow resting-place.—
The trembling maidens had just relinquished
all hope, when the old mau, their friend of
the former night, appeared once more among
them.
“Betake ye to your shrouds,” said he, greet-
them majestically. “Your heads are
crowned with flowers; lay ye for the present
in yonr beds of death.”
They laid them hastily down in their cof
fins, and folded their hands on their breasts.
In a moment more they wereali unconscious
of existence. No human oy^*could look on
them and Itclieve that they were not corpses,
so wan, so woe-begoue, so death-like did they
seem.
In another moment the fierce Piets had
burst open the door; and, like the wild waves
of the stormy ocean in flood-tide, they tum
bled over one another into the sacred edifice.
A single glance sufficed to frighten even the
stoutest hearted among them; and every one
recoiled from the sight which met his eyes.
-A panic seized on the cruel marauders.—
They slunk tiff, and fled tar from that sanctu
ary, bumbled aud howling.
* * * * ♦
Next evening the army was leagues dis
tant; and never again did the Piets molest
the recluses of Holywood.
Is the Moon Inhabited ?
It has long been kuown that the moon re
volves upon its axis in the same time in which
it revolves round the earth, and consequently
that it always presents nearly the same side
towards the earth, while the opposite side is
never seen from our globe. No bodies of
water nor clouds can be seen on the moon by
the aid of the most powerful telescope, nor
is the apparent direction of stars close to its
edge changed by refraction, as would be the
case if an atmosphere enveloped the moon.—
Hence it has been infeared by Whewell, the
reputed author of a late work entitled, “Of
Plurality of Worlds,” that the moou has no
atmosphere or water, aud consequently no
inhabitants.
This inference is shown to lie inconclusive
by a recent discovery of the astronomer
Hansel, whose study of the moon’s motion,
continued for years, has established the fact
that the centre of gravity of the moon, in
stead of being like that of the earth, at the
centre of figure, is beyond that centre, and
farther from the side next to the earth than
it is from the otherside, by seventy-four miles.
The nearer side of the moon, therefore, is a
vast, extended protuberance or mouutain, sev
enty-four miles high; and any fluid, whether
air or water, would flow downward from the
nearer to the farther side of the moou, where
for aught we know, intelligent beings may
exist. The nearer side of the moon cannot
be inhabited, at least by beings to whom air
and water are essential, as is the case with
all terrestrial animals.
The late celebrated mathematician, Gauss,
proposed as a means of settling the question
whether the moou is inhabited, that a huge
monument should he erected on the Steppes
of Siberia, as a signal to the inhabitants of
the moou, in the hope that they might be in
duced to erect a similar signal to apprise us
of their existence. The discovery of Hansel
shows that such an experiment could be at
tended with no success, inasmuch as all the
inhabitants of the moon, if there are any,
being on the farther side, could never see a
monument on the earth. It may not be un
interesting to add, that it has been discovered
within a few years by means of ioug-contiu
ed, hourly observation with the barometer,
that the moon exerts no appreciable iullueuce
upon the pressure of the atmosphere; and
also, by means of lung-continued magnetic
observations, that it exerts an influence upon
the declination of the magnetic needle.
Brevities.
When you have strangers at the table,
avoid iiitruduciug a forward, blustering man.
His noise and nonsense will effectually seal
up the mouths of the company, aud you will
have the mortification of passing an unpleas
ant day from your want of discernment.
We can hear with a man who is only pee
vish when the wind is in the East; hut it is
intolerable to live with a man who is peevish
at every point of the compass.
When you are at another person’s table
never call for bread, beer or wine in au au
thoritative manner.
“I know of no such thing as genius,” said
Hogarth to Mr. Gilbert Cooper; "genius is
nothing but diligence.”
Very few men, properly speaking, live at
present, but are providing to live at another
time.
Those who are rendered unhappy by frivo
lous troubles, seek comlort in frivolous eujoy
meuts.
When there is one mau honest from prin
ciple, there are we fear ten men honest from
prudence.
Hope is a bad clock, forever striking the
hour of happiness, whether it has come or
not.
Excuses are the pickpockets of time.—
The sun does not wait for his hot water, or
his boots, but guts up at once.
i’eoce is the evening star of the soul, as
virtue is its snu, and the two are never far
i apart.
Truth is clothed in white. But a lie conies
j forth with all the colors of the rainbow,
Mr. Dubois is so skeptical that lie won’t
i believe even the report of a cannon.
The Wife.
She who sleeps upon my heart,
Was the first to win it;
She who dreams upon my breast
Ever reigns within it.
She who kisses oil my lips,
Wakes their warmest blessing;
She who rests within my arms
Feels their closest pressing.
Other day« than these shall come—
Days that may be dreary—
Other hours shall greet us yet,
Hours that may be weary;
Still this heart shall he thy throne,
Still this breast shall be thy pillow;
Still these lips shall meet thine oft
As billow mecteth billow.
Sleep, then, oh my happy heart,
Since thy love has won it—
Dream, then, on my loyal breast,
None but thou hast done it;
Anil when age our bloom shall change,
With its wintry weather,
May we in the self-same grave
Sleep and dream together.
Fur the Weekly Ledger.
THE PRISONER 3 DREAM.
N. C. BIIIOUS.
Cold and windy was the night. The whist
ling blast moaned and shrieked around my
strong dwelling, and anon came streaming in
through the iron lattice of my dark cell, which
confined me from the walks of freedom. I
was a prisoner, and fora dark and murderous
crime had long been thus confined ; with no
covering save an old and worn blanket to pro
tect me from the wiutry blast, 1 laid me down
upon my bed of straw, to sleep, if perchance
the Angel of Rest could visit the abode of
one thus cursed. She did, and soon the
stormy blast was forgotten; I was transferred
to the land of dreams. And methought 1
was a youth again, and the fond and endeared
home of childhood arose before me, in all its
former beauty and fertility. It was a cen
tral spot in a lovely valley, surrounded by high
and wooded hills, upon which roamed in free
dom the wild game of the forest, and at
whose feet gushed forth the living stream of
pure and crystal water, fertilizing aud beau
tifying that peaceful spot, where pleasure and
happiness alone could dwell. And here was
1 born and bred in the midst of my earthly
Paradise, the home of my childhood. I tho't
1 was a child again, playing as of yore amid
the green fields, with my gentle blue-eyed sis
ter and laughing brother; and I heard again
their sweet voices ringing in accents of pleas
ure as we chased the golden battel tty, or leap
ed the little brook in race for the beautiful
lilly that grew upou its hank. The same sil
ver brook ran by our collage home, watering
the plants aud shrubs that around it grew.—
And we again played among the flowers aud
inhaled their sweet perfume, aud breathed
the balmy air of health aud inuoceuce. When
our feet were weary wiih youthful s(>oris, we
entered that ever welcome home, aud received
that mild and pleasing look aud sweet kiss
from that ever kind and affectionate mother,
aud those words of truth and learning from
that honored lather. Those indeed were the
days of my happiness; uo sorrow clouded my
brow or perplexed my mind to weariness, but
all were bright summer days, with no wintry
clouds to darken the abode of youthful aud
iuuoceut pleasure. In my dream, time flew
on; those happy days were passed, aud 1
stood upon the brink of manhood, preparing
to leave that parental roof, those green fields,
blooming flowers, and the scenes of youth,
never to be erased from my memory. My fa
ther was now growing old ; time had left his
mark in those silver locks, aud that wrinkled
brow gave evidence of departed youth; yet
his step was light, aud the words which fell
from his lips were still imbued with wisdoui
aud encouragement. The effects of age had
also falleu upon my kind mother, and those
raven locks were besprinkled with the frosts
of years; her toils fur her children were still
unceasing, aud her heart beat as fondly as
ever for our welfare and success in life. Would
that 1 had language sufficient to clothe my
thoughts iu expressing what is due my kind
mother, but language eauuot express such
feelings, aud 1 pass them by deeply engraven
upou my heart. That playful sister was uow
grown to womanhood, and stood by my side
in all the innocence of a lovely maiden. My
brother, too, with manly form and manner
was there; his every feature and actions were
the same as that kind father, whose protect
ive arm had extended over us so long. And
now 1 thought the time had arrived when we
should part. My father took my hand in his,
and raising his eyes to Heaven, invoked (Jod
to bless and protect me from the evil Vays of
the world. My mother’s heart was overflow
ing with grief; she laid her aged head against
my own, and we mingled our tears together
for the last time She sjioke uot a word, but
raised her eyes to heaven and in that silent
look was a prayer far more eloquent than
language can express. My sister wept, and
the tears run down those ruddy cheeks, sooth
ing a heart such as oveu womeu seldom pos
sess. No tears moistened the eyes of my
brother, uo sigh escu|>ed his lips; that calm
and impressive look, and heaving breast, told
of an aching heart within. I thought I rush
ed from the painful scene, but stopjiedto take
one last long look at the home of my youth
and all that was dear to me. And I thought
in my dreum 1 was wafted from that eudeared
spot "to a deep, dark dungeon, and with chains
about my body, weighed to the ground. Aud
I thought the darkness grew intense; I beheld
through the grated door the shining us of ten
thousand lights iu the far-off distance, aud I
heard the clauking of clmius, aud fiendish
yells as of demons let loose from the lowest
pit of torment. Nearer aud nearer they ap
proached, and their frightful visages met my
view; ray blood chilled iu my veins, my rea
son fled, 1 recoiled aud shuddered as the tho’t
of an encounter with such horrible beings
crossed tny mind Still ot» they came and
T NUMBER 50.
with terrific yells beset my dark abode. And
anon as by the door each monster passed, I
beheld such demon shapes and beard such
sounds as never were dreamed of by man be
fore. Suddenly all was still and dark, as when
a deluge descends upon a city and extinguish
es its thousand lights, and puts to silence its
ten thousand voices. But quick as thought
it was again resumed, and I heard each de
mon loudly yell, “Behold the Murderer I” In
an instant my dark cell was lighted up, and 1
beheld on each wall, written in letters of fire,
“Behold the Murderer.” And the iron door
of my cell turned upon its hinges and there
appeared to me a being of enormous size, and
with eyes flashing fire, and sulphurous smoke
issuing irom his mouth, he too exclaimed
"Behold the Murderer ! Soon shall thou
taste the bitterness of his cup.” And with
burning hands he grasped my body and snapp
ed the chains that bound me to my cell, and
I awoke and found me sitting upright upon
my bed of straw, shivering in the cold wind,
and 1 thanked God that I was still a prisoner,
and resolved in my heart to be a better man.
A New Hampshire Judge's Charge.
In the life of the late Gov. Plumer, is the
following account of John Dudley of Ray
mond, N. H., who was a Judge of the Supe
rior Courhof that State from 1785 to 1797;
This extraordinary man, who was for
twelve years J udgg ol the Superior Court,
had not only no legal education, but little
any kind. But he had a discrim
inating mind, a retentive memory, a patience
which uoMabor could tire, an integrity proof
alike against threats and flattery, and a free
elocution, often bold, uncouth, clear, and ex
pressive, with a warmth of honest feeling,
which it was not easy to resist. His ideas
of law may be inferred from the conclusion
of one of his charges to a jury. It was
somewhat in this style:
"You have heard, gentlemen of the jury,
what has been said in this case by the lawyers
the rascals 1 but I won't abuse them. It is
their business to :<jake a good case for their
clients; they are paid for it; and they have
done it in this case well enough. But you
and 1, gentlemen, have something else to con
sider. They talk of law, Why, gentlemeu,
it is no law that we want, but justice. They
would govern us by the common law of Eng
land. Trust me, gentlemen, common sense
is a much safer guide for us, —the common
sense of Raymond, Epping, Exeter, and the
other towns, which have sent us here to try
this case between two of our neighbors. A
clear head and an honest heart are worth
more than all the lawyers. There was one
good thing said at the bar. It was from one
Shakspeare, an English player, I believe.—
No matter. It is good enough almost to be
iu the Bible. It is this; "Be just, and fear
not.” That, gentlemen is the law in this
case, and law enough in any case. “Be just,
and fear not.” It is our business to do jus
tice between the parties, not by any quirks
of the law out of Coke or Biaekstoue, books
that 1 never read and never will, but by com
mon sense and common honesty, as between
man and man. That is our business; and
the curse of God is upon us if we neglect or
evade or turn aside from it. And now, Mr.
Sheriff, take out the jury; and you, Mr.
Foreman, do not keep us wailing with idle
talk, of which there has been too much al
ready, about matters that have nothing to do
with the merits of the case. Give us an
honest verdict, of which, as plain common
sense men, you need not be ashamed.”
An unloving woman is an inqiossibility, un
less we can imagine a pillar of ice to stand
against a July sun. But all women love,
and that passionately. Those who profess
that they do not are only trying to hide a
hitter disappointment behind the transparent
mask of affectation.
To Copy Manuscripts. —Photography is
most successfully applied to manuscripts. A
precious collection of charters, etc., will soon
be published. The time is not far off when
every man will have iu his office a photo
graphic apparatus to copy his letters.
Thgre are in the English language 20,500
nouns, 40 prououus, 9,200 adjectives, 8,000
verbs, 09 interjections, etc. In all, there are
about 46,000 words, and the number increa
ses yearly.
Realities or Life. — A jierson being asked
what was meant by the realities of life, an
swered : " Real estate, real money, and areal
good dinner, none of which can he realized
without real hard work.”
"My dear,” said an Irish gentleman to his
wife, "1 would rather the children were kept
iu the nursery, when I am at home, although
1 should not object to their noise if they
would ouly keep quiet.”
A hurdup male acquaintance was over
heard soliloquising thus:—“they say a gold
eagle is round, and so it is ; but give a wo
man one to take to a dry good store, and
she’ll soon make an eud to it.”
To catch mice, place sweetmeats in your
mouth on going to-bed, and keep your month
wide open. When you feel the whiskers of
the mouse, bite I
Vermont has but one city, and no soldiers.
She lias uo police, and no murder has been
committed within the State for the post ten
years.
The tale-bearer and the tale-hearer should
be hanged up both together, the former by
the tougue, aud the latter by the ears.
The man who was "carried away by ex
citement,” has been brought back by "calm
deliberation ”