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Do what thy duty calls each day, Regardless what the world may say. Though scoffs and Jeers thy frenzied foes Roll on thee like a flood, And weave a subtle web of woes, They cannot harm the good Tho clouds and shadows hero yon have, Project a glory to the grave. Do right, and bravely bear each blow, A blessing will be given ; If not in this bleak world below, In yonder smiling heaven. ' Walk In the way, by virtue trod, " Do right, and leave the rest to God." A Woman's Secret. RICHARD PENSON was a native of Westmoreland, bis place of birth being the small village of Bedstone, on the borders of Gilgraith Forest, some miles north of Appleby. His father bad been what is called a "statesman" in those parts, that is, be farmed bis own land ; but long-continued ill-health, the death of bis notable wife, and other crosses and losses, so reduced him in the world, that he died when Richard, his only child, was in his twentieth year in little better than insol vent circumstances, the son, who, from his desnltory and rathor bookish habits, bad never been of much use upon the farm, finding himself, after every thing bad been disposed of, and all debts paid, the master of about 200 only, and destitute, withal, of skill in either bead or band to turn bis modes capital to account. Being, however, so young, of stout frame and sanguine temperament, he might not for some time have fully realized the undesirableness of bis position and prospects, but for the light unexpectedly shed over them by the dark, scornful eyes of Judith Morton, a damsel of about seventeen, and the daughter of John Morton, a statesman of comfortable means, with whom, while his father yet lived in reputedly fair circumstances, he had been on terms of sweetboart intimacy, or at least as much so as somo half a dozen other bo vine youths whom Judith Morton's hand some person and comparatively cultivated airs and graces attracted round her. Tho first time Richard Ponson met her after the final winding up of his father's affairs, he was so thoroughly made to understand that an idle, know-nothing young fellow, with 200 for all his fortune, was no match for Judith Morton, that the next half-hour was passed in mental debate as to which of the three expedients for ridding himself of hateful life banging, drowning, or poisoning he should adopt ; and be at length decided upon almost as desperate a leap in the dark as either of them, by forthwith writing to a London attorney, Whose advertisement, setting forth a will ingness to accept an active, clever young man as articled clerk, at , a moderate premium, had strongly arrested his atten tion the day previously at Appleby that he Bhould be in London for the purpose of having a personal interview with the ad vertiser as quickly as. the coach, leaving Apploby on the following morning, would carry him thither. Three days afterward, accordingly, Richard Pcnson presented himself at the attorney's oflice. That worthy's business lay chiefly at the Old Bailey, aud he was rigidly reputed one of the sharpest, least sorupulous. practitioners that classic institution could boast of. lie quickly discerned with those keen, vulpiue eyes of his, that there was the stuff for a clever fellow in Riohard Pensou j and a bargain was finally struck, by which, in consideration of the greatest part of his cash, aud bis services for live years, the ' young countrymen assured himself of board, lodging, and a small salary during that period, and his articles at the end thereof. Ponson took readily to his new vocation, and ultimately became noted as a keen adept in the tortuous, shifty prac tice so highly appreciated by tho class of clients with whom he had chiefly to deal ; though I do not believe ho would havo lont himself to any decidedly unprofessional ex pedient, dangerously near as in the fervor of bis temperament be might at times have ventured near the faiully-traced boundary lino, which marks the limit which an at torney may not overstop in defonse of the most liberal and interesting of clients. For the rest, Richard Pensou was a fairly conducted, pleasant, companionable young follow, except when, more freshly-primed than usual, and alone with some one or two of his intimates, ho got maudlin about Judith Morton her charms, caprices, cru elties. A detestable infliction, I well re member, were those obliging confidences ; but rested so slightly upon my memory, that the solo and hazy Impression I derived from them was that he had been jilted by a handsome young shrew, who, most likely on account of her brimstone temper, had not yet obtained a husband, when Richard Ponson finished his time, and inscribed bis name on the roll as an attorney of the Court of King's Bench. Boon after that evont he left town for Westmoreland, in re newed quest, I had no doubt, of bis old flame. I neither saw nor heard any thing of him again till about three years after ward, when I met him just by the Groat Turnstile, II ol born ; but so changed was he, that I, for some moments, vainly cast about in my memory as to whom the pallid, care-, worn, poverty-stricken man whose proffered hand I mechanically held in mine, could be. "You do not remomber me?" ho said, with a dull, wintery smile. The voice, and a peculiar north-country accent, enabled me to do so instantly, and I blurted out, " Richard Penson ! But, good God 1 what has come to you ? Why you look like an old mau 1" " I am one," be answered. " Age is not always truly reckoned by years." " Surely," I said, after a slight pause, " that old craze of yours about the West moreland spit-fire you used to talk of, can not have made such a wreck of a sensible man?" " Certainly not ; or, at least, not in the way you appear to suppose. But come ; if you have an hour to spare, and will stand treat for a few glosses, I will tell you all about it." " Stand treat for a few glasses 1" The hot blood burned in my cheeks aud tem ples as I echoed - this sad confession of meanness and degradation from my former acquaintance ; but be did not appear to heed, or was callous to, tho implied mean ing of the exclamation ; and upon my stam mering out that he was welcome to as many glasses as he chose to have, be brightened up into a kind of sickly gayety, said, "I was always a trump," and led the way to a tavern in Chancery Lane. There, and at subsequent interviews, I was made acquainted with the following strange and warning story. Much of the dialogue, which be bad a morbid fondness for re peating, be bad written out. When Richard Penson, after feu absence of more than five years, revisited his birth place, he found Judith Morton still single ; and though in ber twenty-third year, as freshly beautiful, to his mind, as when ho had lost seen her. He soon found, more over, that it was quite out of the question that she should become his wife, albeit the refusal was this time more gently intima ted than on a former occasion. According to the gossip of tho neighborhood, one Robert Masters, a thriving "statesman," but about ten years ber senior, had been courting ber off and on for a long time ; but somehow the affair Beomod as far or farther off than ever from a matrimonial termination. It was also reported that a former beau of hers, Charles Harpur, who had emigrated to America, and greatly prospered there, with whom she bad con stantly corresponded, was shortly expected to pay a visit to England, and of course to Westmoreland. Thus admonished of the folly of further indulgence in his dreara fnnoles, Penson turned his lingering steps first toward Appleby, where, however, no opening for an additional attorney pre sented itself, aud finally he came as far southward as Liverpool, opened an oflice in Scotland Road, aud diligontly strove to edge himself into the legal business of that flourishing olty. The result was so dis heartening, that at the end of about six months' fruitless endeavor he had made up his mind to sell bis ofllce-dcsk, stool, chairs, and brass-plate, and return to the service of bis old master, who would, bo know, be glad to employ him, when an opening for the exercise of bis peculiar talents suddenly presented itself, aud he was tempted to venturo upon the perilous path tho near end of which was destruction. Ho was sitting, he told roe, in his oflice one wot, gloomy afternoon in January, be fore a handful of fire, alternately revolving In his mind his own dismisal present and future, aud two or three startling para graphs that had just been copied into the Liverpool journals from the Westmoreland county papor. To him they wore of great interest, but in somo degree unintelligible. . Robert Masters, the quondam bachelor of Judith Morton, before spoken of, bad, it appeared, been killed at a place in Gilgraith Forest by a pistol-shot ; and according to one account, robbery must have been the motive of the assassin, as the docoased's pockets had been rifled and bis gold watch carried off; while, according to another and later paragraph, Charles Harpur, a person of good property, recently arrived from abroad, bad been fully committed for the murder ; the suggested cause whereof was jealousy with respect to a Jemima Morton, a young woman, the paper stated, of great personal attractions. "Themis take in the Christian name, Jemima for Judith," mused Penson, "is obvious enough ; but bow comes it that both jeal ousy and plunder are spoken of as motives for the crime ? Charles Harpur is not a robber, and yet both money and watch were missing. I must even, poor as I am, pay a visit to Bedstone. Ha 1 Well, tfliis is strange 1" A slight noise at tho window had caused him to look suddonlyup in that direction, and to his great surprise, almost conster nation, he saw the handsome and excited countenance of Judith Morton, just above the dwarf Venetian blinds, tho dark, flash ing eyes, peering eagerly into the office, wherein she yet, be observed, diserned nothing. His sudden starting up revealed bim to her ; a kind of wild smile of recog nition glanced over her features, and in another minute Judith Morton was face to face with Richard Penson she, this time, the suppliant for favor. Miss Morton was habited in deep mourn ing, aud ber appearance and manner evinced much flurry and disquietude. Hastily seating herself, she drew forth a sealed packet from a large reticule, saying, as she did so, in reply to Penson's ques tioning glance at her mourning dress, "For my father; he died about three months since." Then holding tho packet or parcel in her hand, she gazed fixedly for a moment or two at her astounded auditor, as if to ascertain if the influence she once possessed over him had been weakened by time and absence. Apparently the scruti ny was satisfactory ; a bright gleam of female pride danced in her eyes, and there was an accent of assured confidence in' the tone with which sho said, " I am hero, Richard Penson, to retain you professional ly in a matter deeply afl'eoting myself, with the full persuasion that spite of perhaps in some degree because of bygones, you will not fail me in this hour of need." Penson's heart was in bis throat, and a few broken words could only gurgle through to the effect that he was soul and body at her service. The prideful 'smile shot more brightly than before across the face of the temptress, and the voice was gentle and caressing which replied,' " I knew that would be your answer, Richard." After hesitating for a moment, she took a note from her purse aud placed it before the wondermute attorney : it was a Bank of England note for fifty pounds ; and, iu the excitement of his chivalrous enthusi asm, he rejected it almost indignantly. " Nay, nay," said Judth Morton, "you must accept it. My father, as I told you, is no mora, and I am tolerable well off," adding, with iiisinuative meaning, "aud, better perhaps than! that, I am now my own mistress." Penson took the note thus pressed upon him, and an embarrassing but brief silence ensued, broken by Judith Morton, who, having unsealed the packet of papers, said, " These are oflice copies of the dispositions made in the case of Cbarles Harpur, of which you have doubtless heard." The attorney's countenance full as Judith pronounced that name, and she hastened to say, " It is not you will find for his sake that I am chiefly interested ; but first you must read those papers. I will go and take tea while you do so, at the inn below, where the coach stopped. I' shall not be gone more than half an hour." The peremptory mauner of the young woman forbade reply, and as soon as the street-door closed behind ber, Ponson ad dressed himself to the perusal of the depo sitions. It was some time before the pal pitating bewildermont of his brain so far subsided as to enable blm to distinctly seizo and comprehend what he read ; but pro fessional habit at length resumed its in fluence, and by tho time Miss Morton re turned he had thoroughly mastered the cane as far as it was disclosed by the depo sitions. " Well," said she, with seeming calm ness, "your opinion upon this sad affair." " There can be but ono opinion upon it," replied Penson ; " the fact lies in a nutshell. ITarpur met the deceased at a farmer's din ner, after which, both being elevated by wine, Harpur took offense at something it is not stated what that Masters said respecting you, and a violent quarrel and fight ensuod. Three nights afterward Masters is found dead, with a bullet through his brain. James Blundell, a re spectable man, whom I know well, swears positively that he heard the report, and about ten minutes afterward saw Harpur running from the spot, not far from which the body was next morning found ; his face, clearly visible in the brilliant moonlight, as white as chalk, and holding a pistol in bis hand. There can be no doubt, there fore, that Harpur killed the deceased, though perhaps under circumstances that, if provable, might reduce the offense to manslaughter." " You noticed that the man's watch and money were not to be found?" said Judith Morton. " Yes ; and that is certainly an odd cir cumstance ; but probably, as I see is sus pected, they were stolen by some person who discovered the body earlier in the morning than Blundoll and the constablo did." " Is there nothingwhich in your opinion affects the credibility of Blundcll's testi mony?" " Not essentially : to be sure there ap pears to have been ill-blood between bim and Masters, but that fact can not have any weight against the " "Not if strengthened made weighty," interrupted the young woman, with sug gestive emphasis. "I 1 do not comprehend you," starn mored Penson greatly startled, as he told mo, more by her manner than words. " You must then, and thoroughly," said Judith Morton, who was now deathly palo, " or nothing effectual will, I see, be done. There is no ono within hearing ?" "Not a soul!" " Draw your chair closer to mine, how ever, that I may speak the secret, which will place mo in your power, in a whisper : it was I who slew Robert Masters !" " God of heaven you 1 impossible 1" " It is true, and thorefore possible, as you shall hear but first let me ask you this question : With all my faults of tem por, caprices, vexatious follies, was I not always a truthful girl ?" " Certainly ; you were ever sincere and plain spoken." "I was sure you would do mo that jus tico : you will then have no misgiving as to the exact truth of what I am about to re late, which I will do as briefly as possible Concluded next week. An Intelligent Sheep Dog. An instance of extraordinary intelligence is given by a correspondent of Land and Water. The gentleman who witnessed the event was a short time since on a visit to Scotland, and during one of bis walks he came across somo men who were washing sheep. Closo to the water where the oper ations were being carried on was a small pen in which a dotachmeut of ton sheep were placed bandy to the men for washing. While watching the performance his at tention was called to a sheep dog lying down close by. This animal, on the pen becoming ndarly empty, without a word from any one, started off to the main body of the flock and brought back ten of their number and drove them into the empty washing pens. The fact of the dog bring ing exactly the same number of sheep as had vacated it he looked upon at first as a strange coincidence, a mere chance. But be continued looking on, and much to bis surprise, as soon as the men had reduced the number to three sheep, the dog started off again aud brought back ten more ; and bo ho continued throughout the afternoon, always going for a fresh lot when only three were left iu the pen, evidently being aware that during the time tho last three were washing he would be able to bring up a fresh detachmont. tST" If a pail of water be placed within six inches of either side of the Btem of a pumpkin or vegetable marrow, it will, in the course of the night approach it." A Trey Narrow Escape. A New York paper says : A prescription was prepared the other day by an inex perienced clork, for a young lady residing in Fourth Street, and sent home. Some thirty minutes after, the regular prescrip tion clerk called, and was putting np tho bottles, when he observed a jar of strych- , nine in the place of some harmless prepa ration, and called attention to it. Tho young man who had put up the medicine turned pale as death when the discovery was made, and said, " Great God, I have just sent that to Mr. ,on Fourth street" Not a moment was to be lost, and indeed a great probability was that the poison had been already taken ; but the clerk deter mined to make an effort, seized his hat and rushed frantically through the street, until he came to tho house, and without waiting to ring the bell, ran up stairs, asked where Miss 's room was, of a lady he met iu the hall. She was alarmed at his man ner but as he told her life and death de pended upon his knowing immediately, sho pointed to the door from which she bad just issued. He entered unbidden, and just as tho young lady's mother was about to administer ono of the powders which was prepared in a spoon, nearly at ber daughter's lips. "Hold, for God's sako, madam I That is poison ! Give it to your daughter, and you aro her murderess 1" The wildness of the clork's manner frightened both ladies the spoon fell upon the bed, and the daughter's already pallid cheek bloached until it was as colorless as her night robe. Tho druggist was thought to be insane ; but a few wordB of explanation revealed all, and the tragedy was extinguished in the light of joy at the providential escape. The druggist returned, and relieved the poor clerk from his awful suspense, by telling him of the happy result of bis errand, when the clerk swooned away. This little sketch, though it may sound dramaticaly, is a simple transcript of , an occurrence of the "inner life" of a drug store. A Bad Spell. Among the guest at one of our well known summer resorts is a wealthy bache lor, whose bank account is much better than his orthography. A party of guests were playing a game where a ball made of a handkerchief is thrown from one to another with tho salutation of " Here comoB a ship laden with" ; each successive receiver being obliged to name a commodi ty for cargo, beginning with the letters of the alphabet in turn. When the handker chief alighted at the lot tor K, in the bache lor's lap, he shouted " Krockery," which excited a smile and the game hastily pro ceeded when it was found that it. was really given in good faith and not as a joke. The rogueishness of a young lady, however, caused the flying messenger to alight in his lap a second time at the letter S, whereat tbe reoeiver shouted " Sinna mon," so triumphantly, that somehow or other there was so much laughing that it was thought best to try another gnmo. HT" Theorists have hitherto supposed that the Paoiflo Ocean was provided like the Atlantic with what has been termed a "telegraphio plateau," but reports from tbe United States Survey stoamer Tuicarora show that the laying down of a Pociflo ca ble is not so simple a matter as was hoped. The first route on which soundings were attempted was the great circle route from Cape Blanco, near Yeddo, to Cape Flat tery. Everything went favorably for about four hundred miles, when suddenly the sounding apparatus iudicated an abrupt increase of depth, and over five miles of wire were paid out without touching bot tom. At this point the wire parted, so that the actual depth was not ascertained. Another attempt was made to sound a route farther to the North, but this too proved to be impracticable, so a third line was tried nearly parallel and comparatively near to the Japanese coast. This is now under survey, and has thus far proved practicable. The intention is to sound in a North-easterly direction to the western most of tho Aleutian Islands, a distance of some two thousand miles. Thence to the coast of tbe mainland the ocean floor is be lieved to bo reasonably level. tW A mau who was seen coming out of a Texas newspaper oflice with his nose split open, one eye gouged out, and an ear chaw ed off, explaiued to a policeman that he was not a subscriber to the paper he had sim ply entered tbe oflice to ascertain if the ed itor was in. "And bo whs in," be mourn fully added.
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