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A widow bold was Betsy Brown, That chanced Tom Young to know, sir; ,che was in flesh a li:deems:, And he a Uuk grocer. Now Betsey rather fancied Tom, And Tom was wont lo utter, While wiling “firicin" and ••fresh lump,” He'd have n• othet but her. 'So they were wed—one ttt it ig 'twas, Iler sneurning laid aside. She at the altar altered stood, A flaunting. damning bride. And Torn spoke out the marriage vow That all his freodnin fettered, And thought that now lied Won his Bet, His lot in life he'd beuered. Mistaken Young—for, as a wife, Had he some young Miss taken, Instead of this hold, widowed one, He had not been forsaken. A while they happy lived, although She bad a teasing way Of getting what poor Tom had earned In weighing teas all day; Which, scarce in purse, then straight was spent Her person to apparel, That while, Tom brisling up hli wrath, Thought he such waste could bear ill. It chanced, houre'er. one stormy night The rain wan fiercely pouring, While Tom sat poring o'er the news, His spouse in arm-chair snoring— The door-bell rang—the night sofoul No wonder mode one Run it With savage force. Torn started up As though struck by a bullet. The door ajar, an ugly mug Appeared before hie night; Thought Torn, you're in a dripping elate To drop ire such a night. Oatspolre the stranger. "That you've wed A Betsy Brown, they dare hint— No heir I hope yet? No? Then here's To make myielf apparent." Then strode be in where Betmw sat, Despite all Tom's restraint; She cave one look, then shrieked, and swooned— 'Twas real and nofeint. To rub her then each tank a hand, And there was a great ado; One brought some water, one brought salts— At last they brought her to. "0, John. my fimt, can this be you!" Said she, "that broke my napping— It cannot be your spirit, for You entered without rapping. "We beard you met an awful fate On California's shore— A stage uppet, you'd broke yourskull— And so we gave you o'er." Said John, "No ouch stage tragedy Eer happened to me yet; ' A places full ;It" ore Iva.. all The auluf fate I met. .And now returned I claim my wife; So Young, you guy deceiver, Aa I put in a prier right, I think you'll have to leave herr And so be did, for at a scene His nature weak revolted; In fond embrace he saw them locked, Then took his hat and bolted So it 'turned out, Tom Young 'turned in. That night a single fellow; While over allot mug of punch 'The near-joined puir:got Brown with his gold now makes a show, As Californians must, And Bet holds high her head, but then Me keeps her in the "dust." Am for poor Torn, though once be thought Him happy in Bets onus, Now finds his little grocer's shop To ltini has ei.unter charms. gthrtigit,s'. From... Gay Livingston," a late English Novel Ralph Mohan. It was in the beginning of December, 184-- (paid Fred Carew); we were sitting down to Ainner after a capital day's cock-shooting-- besides myself there were Lord Clontarf, 111ohun, and Kate, my wife—when we were Ateturbed by a perfect hail of knocks at the 'gall door. Old Dan Tucker or the Spectre llorseman never clamored more loudly for Admittance: Fritz, Mohun's old Austrian servant, went down to see what was up, and, on opening 'the door, was instantly borne down by the tumultuous rash. of Michael Kelly, gentle. man, ageqt to a half a dozen estates, and attorney at Jew. In the two last capacities he bad given, It seems, great umbrage to the neighboring peasantry, and they had caught him at night as be returned home, intending to put him to death with that ingenuity of torture for which the fine warm-hearted fel !Owe are justly celebrated. They did not wish to hurry over the en tertainment, so confined him in an upper 'chamber, while they called their friends and neighbors to rejoice with theta, carousing 'meantime jovially below. The victim contrived to let himself down from the window, and ran for his life to the nearest house, which, Tuluckil7 happened to be the • Lodge. Two• boys, however, saw and recognized him as he entered the de mesne, and raised a whoop, to show that they knew where the fox had gone to ground. This we made out from a string of inco herent interjections; and then he lay pant ing and contorting himself in an agony of fear. EEC Mohun sat on the hall table, swinging his foot and regarding the spectacle with. the indolent curiosity that one might exhibit towards the gambols of some ugly new im rortation of the Zoological society. When the story was told he pointed coolly to the door. The shriek that the miserable creature set up on seeing that gesture I shall never forget. "Do you think I shall turn my house into a refuge for destitute attorneys?" Ralph said, answering my look of inquiry. "If there were no other reason, I would not risk it , with your wife under my roof. A night at tack in the west is no child's play." Kate had come out and was leaning over the gallery. She heard the last words, and spoke. flushing scarlet with anger. "If I thought my presence prevented all act of common humanity, I would leave your house this instant, Col. Mohan." Ralph smiled slightly as he bent his head in courteous acknowledgment of her inter ruption. QM "Don't be indignant, Mrs. Carew. If you have a fancy for such an excitement, I shall be too happy to indulge you. It is settled, then. We back the attorney. Don't lie there, sir, looking so like a whipped hound. You hear? You are safe for the present." He had hardly finished, when there came a rustling of feet outside, then hurried whis pers, then a knock and a summons. "We'd like to spake wid the curnel, av ye plase." "I am here; what do you want?" Mohun growled. "We want the' 'torneY. We know that he's widin." "Then I'm afraid you'll be disappointed. It's not my fancy to give him up. I wouldn't turn out a badger to you, let alone a man.". You see , that ho took the high moral ground now. "Then we'll have him out in spite of yez," two or three voices cried out together. "Try it," Ralph said. "Meantime I am going to dine; good night." A voice that had not spoken yet was heard with a shrill, gibing accent. "Aid thin the best of appetites be to ye, curnel, and make haste over yer dinner. It's Pierce Delaney that'll give ye yer supper." Then they went off. ,‘ "The said Delaney is a large quarryman," Ralph observed. "He represents the physi cal element of terror hereabouts, as I believe Ido the moral. We shall have warm work before morning. Ile does not like me.— Fritz, send Connel up; he is below some where." The keeper came, looking very much sur prised. He had been in the stables, and had only just heard of the disturbance. ..Get the rifles and guns ready,frith bul lets and buckshot," his master said. "We are to be attacked, it seems." The man's bold face fell blankly. "By the powers, per honor, I havent the value of an ounce of poudther in the house. I meant to get some the morrow morning afore ye were up." Muhun shrugged his shoulders, whistling softly. "Man proposes," he said. "It's almost a pity we found so many cocks in the lower copse this afternoon. I have fifteen charges or so in my pistol case. We must make that do, lading the rifles light." Then he went , to a window, whence he could see down the road; the moon was shining brightly. "I thought so; they have got scouts posted already. The barbarians know something of skirmishing, after all. Maddox, come here." . The groom was a strong English boy, very much afraid of his master, but of noth ing else on earth. "Saddle Sunbeam, end go ont by the hack gates, keeping well under the shadow of the trees. When you clear them, ride straight at the rails at the clad of the paddock.— You'll get over with a scramble, I think.— Keep fast hold of his head, you musn't fall. Then make the best of your way to A—, and tell Col. Harding, with my compliments, that I shall be glad if he will send over a troop as quick as possible. They ought to be here in two hours. And mind, don't spare the horse going, but bring him back easy. You will be of no use here, and won't have him lamed if I can help it.— You'll have to risk a bullet or two as you get into the road; but they can't shoot. It's odds against their hitting you. Now go." The groom pulled his forelock as if the most ordinary commission had been given him, and vanished. "Connel," Ralph went on, "go and saw the ladders that are in the yard half through. They will hardly try the barred windows; but it looks more workmanlike to take all precautions. Then come back, and help Fritz to pile chairs and furniture all up the staircase, and about the hall near it. Line the gallery with mattresses, two - deep, leaving spaces to fire through. Light all the lamps and get more candles to fix about, we shall not see very clearly after the smoke of the first dozen shots. When you have finished, come to me. , Now shall we go back to dinner?" I am not aelnuned to own I he 4 little ap- "NO ENTERTAINMENT IS SO CHEAP AS READING, NOR ANY PLEASURE SO LASTING." COLUMBIA, PENNSYLVANIA, SATURDAY MORNING, SEPTEMBER 25, 1855. petite; nevertheless, I sat down. Kate had gone to her room. If her courage was fail ing, she did not wish to show it. Suddenly our host got up and went to the window. His practiced ear had caught the tread of the horse which Maddox was tak ing out as quietly as possible.. We watch ed him stealing along under the trees till their shelter failed him. Then he put Sun beam to speed, and rodo boldly at the rails, A yell went up from the road, and we saw dark figures running; then came a shot,just as the horse was rising at the team He hit it hard and the splinters flew up white in the moonlight, but he was over. We held our breath, while several flashes told of dropping shots after the fugitive. They did. not stop him, though; and, to our great relief, we heard the wild rush of the fright ened horse subside into a long, stretzhing gallop, and the wind brought back a cheery hullo--"Foreard, forr'ard away!" "So far so good," said Ralph Mohun, as he sat down again, and went in steadily at a wood-cock. "Don't hurry yourselves gentlemen. We have three quarters of an hour yet; they will take that time to muster. Clontarf, some Hock?" The boy to whom he spoke held out his glass with a pleasant smile. The coming peril had not altered a tint upon his fresh beardless cheeks—rosy and clear as a page's in one of the Boucher's pictures. A good contrast he made with the mis erable attorney, who had followed us un invited (it seemed he only felt safe in our presence,) and who was crouching in a corner, his lank hair plastered round his livid convulsed face with the sweat of mor tal fear. It struck Mohun, I think. lie laid his hand on Clontarrs shoulder, and spoke with a kindliness of voice and manner most un usual with him— " Wen quell the savage mountaineer, As their Tinchell cows the game; They come as fleet as forest deer, We'll drive them back as tame." Even at that anxious moment I could not help laughing at the idea of Ralph quoting poetry—of that grim Saul among the pro phets. I went to keep up Kate's spirits. She bore up gallantly, poor child, and I left her tolerably calm. She believed in me as a "plunger" to an enormous extent, and in Mohun still more. lVhen I returned my companions were in the gallery. This ran round two sides of the hall, which went up to the roof. The only ac cess to the upper part of the house was by a stone staircase of a single flight. The kitchen and offices were on the ground floor, otherwise it was uninhabited. 'Ralph had his pistols .with him, and his cavalry sword, long and heavy, but admira ble poised, lay within his reach. "I have settled it," he said. "You and Connel are to take the guns. Smooth bores aro quickest loaded, and will do fur the short distance. Clontarf, who is not quite so sure with the trigger, is to have the post of honor, and guard the staircase with his sabre. Th row another bucket of water over it, Connel—is it thoroughly drenched? And draw the windows up" (they did not reach to within ton feet of the floor); "We shall be stifled else. But there will be a thorough draft when the door is down, that's one cum fort. One word with you, Carew." He drew me aside, and spoke almost in a whisper while his face was very grays and stern. "You will do me this justice, whatever happens. Unless it bad been forced upon me, I would not have risked a hair of your wife's head to save all the attorneys that are, patronized by the father of lies. But, mark mel if it comes to the worst keep a bulletthr. her. Don't leave her to the mercy of those savage devils. I know them. She had better die ten times over than fall into their brutal hands. You must use yourown discretion, though. I shall not be able to advise you then. Not a man of them will be in the gallery till I am past praying for. Nevertheless, I hope and belie% e all will he right. Don't trouble yourself to reload; Fritz will do that for you. I have given him his orders. Aim very coolly, too; we must not waste a bullet. You can choose your own sword; there are several behind you. All! I hear them coming up. Now, men, to your posts." There was the tramp of many feet, and the surging of a crowd about and against the ball door. Then a harsh, loud voice spoke— "Oast for all, will you give him up, or shall we take him, and serve the rest of yez as bad? Ye've got women there ton,—" I will not add the rest of the threat for very shame. I know it made me more wol fish than ever I thought it possible to feel, for lam a good natured man in the main. Mohun, who is not, bit his moustache furi ously, and his voice shook a little as he answered— "Do you ever say a prayer, Pierce Delaney? You need one now. If you lire to see to morrow's sunset, I wish my right hand may wither at the wrist." A shrill bowl pealeirout from the assail ants and then the stout oak door cracked and quivered under the strokes of a heavy battering beam; in a hundred seconds the hinges yielded, and it came clattering in; over it leaped three wild figures, bearing torches and pikes, but their chief, Delaney, was not one of them. "The left-hand man is yours, Carew; Can nel take the middle ono," said Ralph, as coolly as if we had sprung a pack of grouse. While he spoke his pistol cracked, and the right-hand intruder dropped across the threshold without a cry or a stagger, shot right through the brain. The keeper and I were nearly as fortunate. Then there was a pause; then a rush from without, an ir regular discharge of musketry, and the clear part of the hall was crowded with enemies. I can't tell exactly what ensued. I know they retreated several times, for the barri cade was impassable; and while their shots fell harmlessly on the mattresses, every one of ours told—nothing makes a man shoot straight like being short of powder—but they came on again, each time with added fero- • city. I heard Mohun mutter more than once in a dissatisfied tone, "Why does not that scoun drel show himself? I can't make out De laney." All at once I heard a stifled cry on my right, and to my horror I saw Clontarf dragged over the balustrade in the gripe of a giant, whom I guessed at once to be the man we tad looked for so long. Under cover of the smoke he had swung himself up by the balustrade of the staircase, 'and grasping the poor boy's collar as he looked out incautiously from his shelter, dropped back into the hall, carrying his victim with him. With a roar of exultation the wild beasts closed round their prey. Befhre I had time to think what could be done, I heard, close to my ear, a blasphemy so awful that it made me start oven at that critical moment ; it was Ralph's voice, but I hardly knew it —hoarse and guttural, and indistinct with passion. Without hesitating an instant, he swung himself over the balustrade, and lighted on his feet in the midst of the'crowd. They were half drunk with whisky, and maddened by the smell of blood; but, so great was the terror of Mohun's name, all recoiled when they saw him thus face to face. his sword bare and his eyes blazing. That momentary panic saved Clontarf. In a sec ond Ralph had thrown hint under the arch of a deep doorway, and placed himself be tween the senseless body and its assailants. Two or three sings were fired at him with out effect; it w:1 . 1 ilits tilt to take aim i n such a tossing man. De laney, sprum,s'.utt etubbed musket. "At In heard .7,1„ 1 , ohl laughing low and ft,ittrely in his i10.:14 he stepped one pace torward to a: vet his enemy. A blow that looked at , at might have felled Behemoth was warded dexter ously by the sabre, and. by a quick turn of the wrist, its edge laid the Rappareo's face open in a bright scarlet gash, extending front eyebrow to chin. His comrades rushed over his body rani ' ons, though somewhat disheartened at see ing their champion come to grief; but they had to deal with a blade that had kept half a dozen Hungarian swordsmen at bay, and, with point or edge, it met them every where, magically. They were drawing back, when Delaney, recovering from the first effects of his fearful wound, crawled forward, gasping out curses that seemed 'floating on the torrent of his rushing blood, ' and tried to gra- - p Molina by the knees and drag him down. Pah! it waste sight to hauntone's dreams. (You might have filled my glass, some of you when you saw it was empty.) Ralph looked down on him, and laughed again; his sabre whirled round once, and cleared a wide circle; then, trampling down the wounded man by main force, he drove the point through his throat, and pinned . him to the fluor. I tell you I heard the steel plainly as it grated on the stone.— There was an awful convulsion of all the limbs, and then the huge mass lay quite still. Then came a lull for several moments.— The Irish cowered hack to the door like pounded sheep. Their ammunition wait exhausted, and none dared to cross the hideous barrier that now was between them and the terrible Cuirassier. All this took about half the time to act that it does to tell. I was hesitating whether to descend or to stay where my duty called me—near my wife. Fritz knelt behind me, silent and motionless, he had got his orders to stay by me to the last; but the sturdy keeper rose to his feet. "Fais," he said, "I'm but a poor hand at the swording, but I must help my mas ter, anyhow; and he began to climb over the breastwork. The colonel's quick glance caught the movement, and his brief impe rious tones rang over the hubbub of voices loud and clear. "Don't stir, Connell: stay where you are I can finish with these loom& alone." As he spoke, lie dashed in upon them with lowered head and uplifted sword. I don't wonder that they nil recoiled; his whole face and form were fearfully trans- figured; every hair in his bushy beard was bristling With rage, and the incarnate devil of murder was gleaming redly in his eyes, Just then there was a wild cry from with out unswerecl by a Abriek from my wife. who had been quiet till now, At first I thought some fellows had scaled the window; but I soon distitigui.lied the accents of a great joy. My pm. Kate! She had roughed it in barracks too long not to know the ra• tie of the steel scabbard.. When the dragoons . came up nt a hard gallop the.o was anth•, g left in the court ynrd but tie i in' dyi M •htri b-d followed the E . :p.m to get a : • , roke fit the hindmost. We clambered dawn into hall, and, just as we reached the door, we saw a miserable crippled being clinging round his knees, crying for quarter. Poor wretch! he might as well have asked it from a fam ished jungle tiger. The arm that had 11d len so often that night, and never in vain, came down once more; the piteous appeal ended in a death-yell, and, as we reached him, Mohun was wiping cooly his dripping sabre; it had no more work to do. I could not help shuddering ag I took his offered hand, and I saw Connell tremble for the first time as he made the sign of the Cross. The dragoons were retnrning from the pursuit: they had:only made two prisoners; the darkness and broken ground prevented their doing moro. Ralph went up to the of&oer in command. "How very good of you to come yourself, [larding, when I only asked you fora troop. Come in; you shall have stone supper iu half an hour, and Fritz will take care of your men. Throw all that carrion out," be went on, as we entered the hall, strewed with corpses. "We'll give them a truce to take up the dead." Clontarf came to meet us, he had only been : tunned and bruised by the fall. pale face flushed up as he said, "I shall never forget that 1 have to thank you fur my life." "It's not worth mentioning," Mohun re plied, carelessly. "I hope you are not mneh the worse for the tumble, Gad! it teas a near thing, though. The quarryman's arms were a rough neclacc." At that moment they were carrying by he disfigured remains of the dead ColossuQ. Ills slayer stopped them, and bent over the hideous face with a grim satisfaction. "My good friend, Delaney," he muttered, "you will awn that I have kept my word.— If ever we meet again, I think I shall know you. Au reroir," and he passed on, I need not go through" r the congratulatory scene, nor describe how Kate blushed as they complimented her on her nerve. For tunately for her she had seen nothing, though she had heard all. Just as we were sitting down to supper, which Fritz pre• pared with his usual stolid coolness, and when Kate was about to leave us, for she needed rest, we remarked the attorney ho vering about us with exultation on his face yet more servile and repulsive than its ab ject terror. "Mrs. Carew," said Mohun," "If you have quite done with your protege, I think we'll send him down stairs. Give him something to eat, Fritz; not with the sol diers, though; and let some one take him home as soon as it's light. If you say cue word, sir, I'll have you turned out now." Mr. Kelly crept out of the room, almost as frightened as he had been two hours be fore. The supper was more cheerful than the dinner, though there was a certain con straint on the party, who were not all so seasoned as their host. He was in unusu al spirits; so much so that Clontarf confided to a cornet, his particular friend, that "it was a'pity the colonel could not have such a bear fight once a fortnight, it put him into such a charming humor." We had nearly finished when, from the road outside, there come a prolonged, ear piercing wail, that made the window panes tremble. I hare never heard any earthly sound at once so expreqsive f utter despair, and appealing to heaven or hell fur ven geance. No all started, and set down our glasses; hut Muhun finished his slowly, savoring like a connoisseur the rich Burgundy. "It was the wild Irish women keening over their dead," ho remarked, with per fect unconcern "They'll have more to howl fur before I have done with them. I shall go round with the police to-morrow and pick up the stragglers. Your men are too good for such work. Harding. There are several too hard hit to go far, and my hand writing is pretty legible." The stout soldier to whom be spoke bent his head in assent, but with rather a queer expression on his honest face. "Gad!" he said, "you do your work clean ly, Mohen." "It is the best way, and the shortest in the end," was the reply; and so the matter dropped. The dragoons left us before daybreak; their protection was not needed; we were as safe as in the Tower of L•mdon. The next morning, while I was sleeping heavily, Ralph was in the saddle scouring the coun try. with what success the next Assizes could tell. I gn there ngnin this winter for the, cock shunting, but T don't much think Kate will accompany me. The Improvisatrice There Was once a poor artiA who lived in the village of Ehrenbreibtein, on the banks of the Rhine. lie had been married six years to a lovely woman. who was the joy of hi,. heart and the light of his home; she appreciated his art and stimulated his ever tions; she never annoyed him by complain ing of poverty. but in many a secret hour of labor contrived to procure means to relieve their real wants. The artist loved his wife even more than his art. for she seemed the soul that embodied and created hi + idea.; she seemed to lend wings to his which without her could not free itelf from the chilly atmosphere of earth. Soon after the sixth celebration of acir • ; 'a ; IN ; • C•s2 00 NO I ; IV= c nuptial day, the wife was taken ill and died. We will draw a veil between us and the sot.- rose of the husband; it is too holy to be pro. fancd by curious eyes. Ile buried his trea• sure in the warm bosom of earth, and over her resting place planted love's own flower, forget-me -nut•. Fur days he remained alone with his grief; he would take no food, would see no one; then he resolved he would Ilse no longer; in his despair lie went to the river side, determined to lay down life and end his misery. The Rhine dashed and rippled in the morning light; the blue waters of the Mo selle united here with her dusky brother, the bridge of boats swung to and fm, lis stately steamers or white-sailed sloops passed over the proud river. The Cathedral bell of Cublentz rang out the hour for mass, and the boatmen uncovered their beads as the sacred sound greeted them over the water. But the artist saw only the river rolling at his feet, and thought how soon it would bear away his lifeless body; his arms were lifted to make the fatal plunge, when a sweet voice rang on his car, calling, "Father: father!" Ile turned to see his little Julia, his only child, running towards hint; she had saved him. Her face was like her mother's; the stone large hazel eyes beamed t beneath the low brow, over which hung long golden curls; the same sweet month dimpled with smiles the rosy cheeks; and as Julia stood there, with he• little arms outstretched towards her father, his heart was once sn ore warmed into life by this ray of hope and love. He caught her to his heart, and cov ered her face with kisses, mingled with tears. Julia looked up and said: "Dear papa, I came to tell you a dream I had last night. I saw my- darling mamma; she came to tell use in a dre , s so white it dazzled like flame; wings like rainbows were on her shoulders; she had in her hand a crystal vase filled with little shining stones: she tusk a silver thread front her arm and strung them together, and then I saw they were beads around my neck, and she said, 'My child, these pearls are the tears your father has wept for me; they are holy; I bring them to you to keep you from all li.vl spirits; while you wear them you will lie gifted wish power few mortals possess. But you must be good and true; you must listen to the voices sent to teach you, and obey without question. If you forget my words you will lose both father and mother:— Then a cloud fell about mamma, and I slept till late this morning. When I awoke there was nothing around my neck. Was it only a dream, papa?" "I know not, my Julia. Never forget it, for if only a dream, it was a vision of your mother, and that is worth all the reality of life." After this, Roemmer (for this was the ar tist's name) permitted .Julia to accompany him in all his wanderings; but his dimly deepened; nothing could arouse or in terest him. One day he took Julia to visit an old aunt residing at Koppellen, the little village nt the foot of the castle of Stolzenfels. Here he made arrangements to remain, tell ing her he must go away for a short time, but would return again. Julia was left in charge of a kind-hearted woman; she lived quite alone, and was glad to have a compan ion; she was poor, receiving from the gov ernment a small pension as the widow or a man who had held some State office. Days, weeks and months were passed by Julia, ' watching and waiting for her father; stiil he did not return, and at length the poor chill almost ceased to expect him. She passed her time wandering over the mountains, among old ruins and wild forests, following the course of the Rhine in and out of the green islands formed by its rushing waters.. Every haunt in the forests, every stone of the ruins werelfamiliar to her. Julia hail no companions, but the birds sang to her more than sweet tones; she understood their unrevealed language; they told her of the spirits of the air, who ministered 'to the wants of the children of men; and though she could not see these radiant beings, she knew they were about her, and she looked up into the deep blue heavens with rever ence and childish trust. These were Julia's teachers; these the voices which her mother promised should direct her; she learned from them that the necklace of pearls still clasped her neck, but she could nut see it. The birds taught her to sing, and the flowers revealed to her the powers of weav ing her thoughts into verse; her voice would gush out into melodies so wonderfully sweet and rare that the old aunt would pause to listen, nod ask in wonder where Julia learned her songs; Julia would reply that , the spirits of the earth and air taught her, but she promised never to reveal the secret. The invariable answer to her question nt length alarmed the good v.-onion, she sent to her confessor to bring holy water to sprinkle on the child. - The priest was a good and learned man; he 9 nesti4med Julia. and teuel to her singing: he saw .he was gifted with singular and uncommon talents, and propopropto sed teach her to read and write, and rn place her under the care of the earci rneigter, to cultivate her wonderful voice.— The aunt readily assented. and. Julia. in i 'T ice of her entreaties, was obliged to yield I , to the ,hseipline of school and study-hours. Now she bad but one day in the week fer her wandering: and then like a bird let 1,,05e, she scull fl 7, to her favor:te Mends, and reftesh'ber: mind. And here. too, Julia learned patience and ul,c.llenco; the voices she loved whispered to Ler conso lation; they told her to be good and true. [WHOLE NUMBER, 1,469. !and bear uncomplainingly the burdens sent • by her llearenly Father. Jnlia performed her tasks cheerfully, and made great progress in her studies. Sh• could nut so readily follow the instructions of the music master; it was impossible for her to forget the bird voices and songs of the flowers: her soul was filled with harms riles heard in the forest and on the mountain tops: and what to her was the most perfect orchestra of instruments or choir of voices? Julia had not forgotten her father: she longed and yearned to behold him agabs.— Years had passed and nothing had been heard of him; inquiry had been made for. him in vain. Julia had asked the winds. the waves, the trees, flowers, birds, to tell her of her father; they answered her, it was impossible to reveal the future; that life was unfolded day by day, and its evil as its good was enough for the passing hour. Julia was now a child no longer; sfteen summers had deepened the shadows of her eye., and darkened to chestnut brown the golden curls; childhood's rosy cheek had paled, and the mouth was less perfectly rounded, but more tremulous in its curves. j One day, as Julia wandered among the ruins of Stolzenfels, a party of young men met her; one of them stood before her as if struck with wonder and astonishment, ex claiming, as hel l lifted his hat, •'The very face of the picture: the very image I have so lung sought: — Julia knew little of the trays of the world, but she felt embarrassed at the words and fixed gaze of the young man; she turned and fled down the hill, not knowing why she was so agitated and frightened. Returning home, she related her adventure to the old aunt, who, after some reflection, said the young man might refer to some picture painted by Roemmer, Julia's father, as she rentrmliered he fre quently painted his wife', thee in his pic tures, and Julia was 110 W the very image of her mother. At evening Julia stood in the cottage door; her thoughts were with her fuller; a yearning desire to know more of him filled her soul. Suddenly a strange voice greeted her, she turned and saw the strauger from whose gaze she had fled in the morning. With a cry of delight she ex claimed, "Olt, sir, tell me of the picture; was it my father's?" Surprised at such n greeting, the young man looked at her a moment in silence, then said: "I came to beg your pardon for my insulting rudeness this morning. I have in my possession a picture of a young girl at a spinning wheel; the face is so true a likeness of your own that, on suddenly meeting you this morn ing, I forgot eveaything in the surprise and pleasure of having fund the original. "But who was the artist?" interrupted "The anist's name is Roemmer." "My father!" exclaimed Julia. "Oh, .i...0.va• it painted? where did you find "I bought it a year since.," returned the young Wan, "at Baden. The picture was eNhibited at a bookseller's; I was told the artist needed money. I afterward endea vored to find him, lint be had removed to another lodging., and no one scented to e know where he was." ':A yoa r then my father lives: Poor, did you say? 11} father? Oh, where shnll I seek him?" The old lady now appeured, and havine, heard all the stranger s.tid of the picture, explained to him the cause of Julia's agi tation: he offered to go in search of the art ist, to do anything in his power to aid them. .Julia thanked hint, but said if her father lived she would find him. When the stran ger departed, she smiled sadly as she F/lid farewell; she knew at his second coming she should be far away, fur even then she determined to depart nt dt.ybreak, secretly and alone, and search through the world till she funsl her father. Four months after this, in that quarter cf ! the city of Dresa:en inhabited by the poor land wretched, in an attic room, at an old man and a young girl. The naked and broken walls were concealed by sketches on panel and canvas; an easel stood before the shabby window, on which was an on.. finished painting of Psyche opening the fa tal casket of Prosorpine. when returning Goa Hades. The girl reclining nt the feet I of the old man might bare passed for the Psyche glowing out from the canvas; her pale, exquisitely moulded face. was unearth- 113- in its beauty, like that of Psyche. telling of long suffering. weary watching. and pa tient endurance. Bat nose the soul !Ica overcome all obstacles. and from every fea ture beamed boe, pure, unselfish love.— Julia had found her father. In these brief months she had known the bitterness of dis appointment; had endured scorn, jeers, in sult and cruel indifference; had been stung Iry poverty and want; but all was forgotten when at last he was found. In that wretch ed dwelling she found her father, alone, for saken, ill, bereft of reason. She lied watched over him day and night. tende I him an only a loving woman ean minister to sorrow and suffering, and at 'ungth he re covered to find the guardian angel by 105 side was Ids own :Julia, his long neglected, ;tiniest forgotten child. The star of his life, his hosed wife, seemed to have returned from the 14.0 d of the blest to lift his soul from the gloom and darkness of years.— , strength - returned to 6 the artist. led r! se that we see them in their tumble duelling. he has left his bed for the first time since Julia's coming. Well might, her face beam with love and hope!
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