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[PVous the PitUburgh Cltnmidr.]
OUR DEFENDERS.
Tlie following noble poem of Thpmas Buchanan Bead,
/ £ .tirTlhe heart like the blast of a trumpet, and
*!lvh is eouai in effect to Tennyson’s “ Charge of Bala.
ü b m ” has recently b««n twice recited in Pittsburgh, by
X-.K ktiA more lately by tho aatbor himself. It
Mr ; fo"rn.ri«ns of Kome and was first read
* ‘o! .bn rntna of Titus’ Baths, as they were gathered
ir«rbrete lL“rih of July. >• would like to«e
th« words set.to music:
Our flag on the land and our flag on the ecean,
An Angel of Peace wheresoever it goes,—
Xobly sustained by Colombia’s devotion,
■p,o Angel of Death it shall be to our foes.
True to our native sky,
Still.shall our eagle fly,
Casting bis sentinel glance afltr
Though bearing the olive branch,
Still in his talons staunch,
tirasping the bolts of the thunders of War I
Hark to the sound, there’s a foe on our border,
A foe striding on to" the gulf of his doom,
free men are rising, and marching in order,
bearing the plow and anvil and loom I r
Host dims the harvest sheen
Of scythe and of sickle keen.
Tlie axe sleeps in pea* by tie tree it would mar.
Veteran and youth are out.
Swelling the battle shout,
Grasping the bolts of tho thunders of War!
Our brave monntain eagles Swoop from their eyrie,
Our lithe panthers leap from forest and plain,
UI t of the West flash the flames of the prairie.
Out of the East roll the waves of the malnl
Down from their Northern shores,
• Loud as Niagara pours,
They march and their tread wakes the earth with its jar,
Under the Stripes anstStara,
Each with the sonl of Mars,
Grasping the holts of the thunders of War 1
ipite of the sword or assasin’s stiletto,
While throbs a heart in the breast of the brave,
The oak of the North or the Southern palmetto
Shall shelter no foe except in his gravel
While the Gulf billow breaks,
Echoing the Northern lakes,
And ocean replies unto ocean alar.
Yield we no inch of laud.
While there’s a patriot hand
Grasping the bolts of the thunders of War I
ftkri ||ißteUflttg.
MY CAPTURE AND ESCAPE!
an incident of the war
In the ranks of my regiment I arrived
in Washington City, in June, 1862, and
was soon after sent out to the sacred soil
of Virginia. Our regiment was sent to the
advance of the Federal lines, and portions
were sept out on picket duty. Wheh it
came my turn to advance near the enemy’s
lines, I felt some apprehensions for my
safety, and though I was a soldier, I must
frankly confess I feared the rifles of the
Confederate sharp shooters. Near where
our pickets were stationed, was a little,
old-fashioned log house, that looked com
fortable apd cheering, and often made me
feel sad, when seated in some nook or
corner of the bushes, watching the enemy.
How that old log house made my heart
palpitate, and drew from me deep and
heavy sighs. Not that I had lost one par
ticle of my patriotism, or felt any the less
brave and willing to fight for my country;
but it would bring to my mind pictures pf
home, and of the many pleasant scenes I
had passed with sisters and brothers around
the family board. I noticed that the house
was occupied, and fair forms flitted in and
out, and one in particular that drew* my
attention. I became deeply interested in
the inmates of the house —and, as I
thought the matter over, it seemed as
if I could not restrain my curiosity, but I
must visit it. Standing as it did, between
two hostile armies, what could induce its
inmates to remain, with destruction visible
all around them.
It was a beautiful afternoon, in the lat
ter part of June, that I was again on
picket duty in the vicinity of the log
house. I was determined that day to sat
isfy my curiosity and visit the house.-
Leaving my companions, I stole across a
field or two, watching with a vigilant eye
every bush and fence to prevent surprise.
As I approached the house I heard aplain
tive song, but sung so sweetly that I wept,
though I felt ashamed of myself as a
soldier for my weakness. I drew close up
beside the house, and in a crouching posi
tion I silently listened. The song ceased,
a heavy, hasty step sounded on the floor.
“Father, what is the matter ?” I heard
a voice exclaim, that was mingled with an
agitated and'moumful quiver.
“My dear, dear daughter, you and your
mother must depart at once. You must
go to Washington, and from thence you
can find your way to Massachusetts, where
your unde lives. Tell him that I, his
brother, implore him to protect you until
I too can reach you. Our country is torn
and distracted, and utter ruin seems to
hang over it. Oh, God, when will all this
end ?”
“And you, George,” I believed this was
the voice of his wife, “where are you
going?” ,
I had now approached a crevice through
which I could see the interior of the
house, and whqp the question was asked,
I could see the man start, and look at his
wife in mute astonishment. His face
turned white, then scarlet, then dark blue;
his eyeballs seemed to start from their
B °ckets, and the veins on his neck swelled
t° an enormous size; he trembled and
reeled, and down he sat upon a chair.
“Where am I going?” he gasped, “God
only knows!”
“ Why,'what on earth do you meant”
fairly screamed his wife.
“I mean this,” said he, more calm: “I
am going into the Confederate army, not
from my own free will but from compul
sion, to save my property from confisca
tion, to save a home for you and Jenny.”
“Oh, father, do not join the confederate
army, but fight for the old stars and
stripes, and for the country you so long
loved,” and Jenny caught her lather about
the neck, and kissed him.
I could get but a single glance at her
face, but how lonely she looked, pleading
for her country and her father’s honor.—
The mother was standing beside him, and
the great tears flowing down her cheeks
and dropping on his head.
“ Come, dear father, let us go North;
Uncle David is a good man, and we can
live in safety there.”
The father sat listening to the pleadings
of the daughter, and these were joined by
the wife with such stirring pathos that he
yielded, and consented to leave imme
diately for Washington and join the Fed
eral army.
“You have decided me; I will go,” he
exclaimed, and the terror that agitated
him before had entirely fled.
“Bless you, father!” exclaimed Jenny,
as she drew back an old board that was
against the wall, over the mantel-piece,
and from its secret hiding place drew out a
a small, beautiful Star-Spangled Banner.
“ There, my father, under the folds of
that flag you must fight, if you will go to
war, but not beneath the Palmetto, the
Pelican, and Serpentand she threw it
around his shoulders, while his stalwart
form braced up, and his eyes brightened,
as he pressed the Stars and Stripes to his
bosom.
How I loved that girl, as she stood there
in all the majesty of her pride, gazing on
her father. I could have fought a regi
ment of rebels at that moment, or as many
more as might have been brought against
me. Had I been ready to marry at that
moment, I would have mode that girl my
wife at least a dozen times. But my
thoughts upon that subject were of short
duration, for just as the father was about
to make preparations to start from his
home, in stepped four rebel troops, under
the command of a corporal.
“Well, sir, we have called for you,”
said the corporal, “and I don’t think we
came any too soon j” and he snatched the
Star-Spangled Banner from off the shoul
ders of the man, threw if upon the floor,
and stamped upon it. “That is the way
we will set our heels on the necks of the
Yankee invaders.”
How my blood foamed, it didn’t boil,
but raved through my veins as if it would
burst them. Suddenly Jenny sprang for
ward, and pushed the corporal back with
such force that-he almost fell to the floor,
and snatched up the flag and flaunted it in
his face.
“ As under its folds tyranny was driven
from the land, so shall traitors be driven
out or hung; and if I were a man I would
punish you for the insult you offered this
dear flag of mine.”.
“I didn’t come here to fight the women,”
said the corpoal doggedly. “ Come, Mr.
Davis, you have been drafted, and must go
to the army.”
“ I will not fight against my will,” ex
claimed the man, exhibiting some signs of
resistance.
“ But you shall. Seize him, men!”
The rebels sprang forward and caught
Davis, but being a strong man, he hurled
them from him. Again they set upon him
with more success, and was proceeding to
bind him. I could stand it no longer. I
rushed to the door, seaming—
“ Come on boys; We have them now!”
I dashed into the house, and just at that
moment down went one-of the rebels,
leveled to the floor by a chair in the hands
of Jenny. Again the chair whirled in the
air, and came down on the head of the
corporal. The rebels were frightened and
fled from the house; but seeing I was
alone, returned to the combat. Davis was
still bound, and could afford no assistance.
The fight was unequal, and I was over
powered and taken prisoner. Davis and
myself were marched off to the enemy’s
camp, while Jenny and her -mother were
left alone in the house.
For two days I was a prisoner in the
enemy’s camp, near Fairfax Court House.
What had become of Davis 1 knew not,
and what would become of mel cared not,
now that I had lost the brave girl I had
learned to love. The day had passed
gloomily away, and night was come again.
I was seated in a sort of brush tent, with
a guard pacing up and down in front of
it, paying more attention to me than I
thought absolutely necessary. While lost
in happy thoughts of ; home and Jenny, I
heard a rustling noise beside me, and a
delicate hand was laid on my arm.
“ Follow me, quickly, and I will save
you,” she whispered in my ear, and placed
her hand over my mouth.
She then withdrew, and 1, snake-like,
crawled out of the tent after her. Cau
tiously we moved along until we came .to
the guard)
ALTOONA, PA., THURSDAY, APRIL 17, 1862.
“ Who goes there ?” came quickly, and
down we dropped upon our faces.
The guard passed on, and we crawled
forward, stopping to listen. The guard
was returning, and we lay still until he
had again passed, and we then passed for
ward more rapidly.
“We are now beyond the camp, but we
have the pickets to pass yet. My father
is waiting for us just yonder,” said she,
turning a little to the left.
“You are a brave girl,” I ventured to
say, and there is no knowing what else I
might have said, but she placed her finger
on my mouth, with a gentle “Hush!”
Secreted in the tushes was her father,
who firmly grasped my hand as we joined
him ; Jenny then placed a musket in my
hands,’ and I could sec by the dim light
that her father was provided with one, and
she carried one, though, I must confess,
rather awkardly. I was all curiosity and
anxious to know how she, the' little, frail
creature, could accomplish so much.
“I am afraid we’ll have to fight the
pickets,” said her father; “ but it’s life or
death, and if we .can scare them We are
safe.”
In perfect silence we approached the
locality of the picket guard, and thought
we had eluded their vigilance, when a
quick and frightened challenge burst upon
us. This was followed almost instantly
by a flash, and a bullet whizzed dose to
my head.
“ Charge on them, boys,” shouted Da
vis, as he fired, and I quickly sent a bullet
in the direction of the rebel picket. I saw
Jenny’s musket come to her shoulder, and
us it was discharged she reeled and would
have fallen to the ground, but I caught
her, and in a moment she recovered from
the shock.
We heard the enemy’s pickets retreating
in alarm, and making the most of their
confusion we dashed toward the Federal
lines, some half a mile distant.
I had. made my escape, but not through
my own stratagem or skill, but by the con
stant work and energy of a young and
brave girl, whose patriotic heart would not
forsake her honored and beloved govern
ment, and whose determination rescued
her father from the hand of the oppressor.
The muskets she provided us 'with were
secreted in her father’s house. She had
loaded them, and at night eluded the vig
ilance of the enemy’s guard, and deposited
them where she delivered them to us. She
bid us a touching farewell, and in company
.with her mother, proceeded to the State of
Massachusetts.
Her father enlisted in the Federal army,
and now, side by side, we are fighting to
deliver his home from the hand of the op
pressor, while I look forward with pleasure
to the day when I shall be awarded the
hand of Miss Jenny, as a reward for my
efforts to save her father!
A Hint to Young Ladies.—Loveli
ness! It is not your costly dress, ladies,
your expensive shawl, or gold-laden fin
gers. Men of good sense look far beyond
these. It is your character they study—
your deportment. If you are trifling and
loose in your conversation, no matter if
you are as beautiful as an angel, you have
no attractions for them. If it is the love
liness of nature that attracts the first at
tention, it is the moral and mental excel
lence and cultivation that wins and con
tinues to retain the affection of the heart.
Young ladies sadly miss it who labour to
improve their outward looks, while they
bestow little or no thought on their minds
and hearts. Fools may be won by gew
gaws, and fashionable and showy dresses,
but the wise, the prudent and substantial,
are never caught by such traps. Let
modesty and virtue be your dress. Use
pleasant and trutliful language, study to
do good, and though you may not be court
ed by the fop, the truly great will love to
linger in your steps.
Eaiu.y Influences. —There can be no
greater blessing than to be bom in the
light and air of a cheerful loving home.—
It hot only insures a happy childhood—if
there be health and a good constitution—
but it also makes sure a virtuous and hap
py manhood, and a fresh young heart in
old age. I think it the duty of parents to
make their children’s childhood full of love
and childhood’s proper joyousness; and I
never see children destitute of them through
the poverty, faulty tempers, or wrong no
tions of their parents, withouta heartache.
Not that all the appliances that wealth
can buy are necessary to the free and hap
py unfolding of childhood in body, mind
and heart—quite otherwise, God be
thanked! but children must at least have
love inside the house, and fresh air, and
good play, and some good companionship
Outside; otherwise young life runs the
| greatest danger in the world of withering
! or growing stunted, or at best prematurely
i old and turned inward on self.
43* A married monster said that he
lately dreamed that he had an angel by
his side and upon waking up found it was
nobody but his wife.
SStA sharp tongue is the only edged;
tool that grows keener with constant use.
[independent in everything.]
COL. WILLIAM GRAY MURRAY.
William Gray Murray was bom in
Longford county, Ireland, July 17, 1825.
At a Very early age he was brought to,
this country by his father, who settled in
New York city, and there engaged in the
mercantile business. From New York
the family moved 'to Lancaster city, Pa.,
where the elder Murray resumed his mer
cantile pursuits. In a few years the fam
ily again moved, and settled in Harrisburg
Pa., Which city always afterwards was
considered the family home, and where the
mother and sister of the deceased now re
side. .
From Harrisburg, in December, 1846,
young- Murray volunteered as a private in
the Cameron Guards, and went to Mexico
as 3d sergeant. While in Mexico he was
appointed 2d lieutenant in the 11th In
fantry U. S. A., and served gallantly in
that position during the war. His quali
ties as a soldier were intuitive, and he
seemed never so well satisfied as when en
gaged in .military pursuits. A daring
spirit, joined to a frame of great physical
strength, made him a formidable foe and
a desirable friend in any contest; yet, in
the walks of private life, few men spent
their years with less antagonism; and few
of the positive nature of that which once
animated the deceased had a happier fac
ulty than he of winning and retaining
friends.
After the close of the war with Mexico
young Murray left the army, at the ear
nest solicitation of friends and his family
to engage in a business which was deemed I
more desirable and less dangerous. He
settled in Hollidaysburg, Pa., and at once
took an active part in the general business
of that locality. Attaching himself to the
Democratic party with his first vote, .he |
soon won the confidence of the prominent
men of that organization, and was made
Postmaster of Hollidaysburg by President
Pierce. He retained this position during
the administration of James Buchanan,
and in every respect was esteemed a dili
gent, impartial, and just official. j
At the first outbreak of the rebellion,
the deceased expressed a determination to
enter the service of his country, and was
offered a captain’s commission in the reg
ular armyj but was compelled by the se
vere illness of his wife to decline the po
sition. On a sudden, the brightest link
in his affections was severed, and thus be
reaved by death, and left alone with a
household of young children, his first im
pulse was the arrangement of his business
with the amplest and most affectionate
provisions for the care of his children,
when he proclaimed his intention of re
cruiting a regiment for the war. His regi
ment was composed chiefly of the hardy
and intrepid mountaineers and farmers of
Blair and Clearfield counties—men inured
to danger and like the colonel under whom
they marched, they entered the contest for
the purpose of fighting for the Union and
the Constitution.
It is useless, in this brief sketch, to en
ter on a repetition of the details of the
battle in which Col. Murray lost his life.
The events of that fight have already been
impressed on the liistory of the struggle
for the Union, and no action will hereafter
shine with a greater splendor than tlmt in
which the 84th Pennsylvania Regiment,
at Winchester, on Sunday, March 23,1862,
behaved with such gallantry. Col. Mur
ray had two horses shot under him, and it
was while on foot, side by side with the
color-bearer, at the head of his regiment,
that he received his fatal wound. He was
cheering his men on to the charge, urging
them ■ as only a soldier can urge forward
brave men, when he fell pierced in the
forehead by a Minnie ball, and also wound
ed in the thigh. .
' Col. William Gray Murray has made
his own epitaph. He has earned a juster
meed of praise than we can offer to his
memory, and when the deeds of the bravest
who participated in that struggle are re
counted, his name will find that honorable
mention which must make it immortal
in the annals of chivalry.— Forney's War
Press.
* The Beautiful. —Beautiful things are
suggestive of a purer and a higher life, and
fills us with mingled love and fear. They
have a graciousness that wins us, and an
excellence to which we involuntarily do
reverence. If you are poor, yet modestly
aspiring, keep a vase of flowers on your
table, and they will help to maintain your
dignity, and secure for you consideration
and dqlicacy of behavior.
O* The Providence Press says that one
night lately, when the streets were a glare
of ice, a citizen was accosted by an Irish
man, who desired to be put on the road to
Woonsocket.
“Woonsocket!” said the astonished gen
tleman, “whom do you want to see in
Woonsocket in this kind of going?”
“An’ faith,” says Pat, “its meself I
want to see there, sure."
43* Why are two young ladies 'kissing
each other an emblem of Christianity?—
Because they are doing unto each other as
they would men should do unto them.
Pat received the necessary directions.
HOW MORTARS ARE LOADED.
I took a position on shore, near the point
and along side the to witness
their practice. The firing of a mortar is
the very poetry of a battle. A bag of
powder weighing from eighteen to twenty
pounds is dropped into the huge monster.
The.derrick drops the shell in; the angle
is calculated; a long cord is attached to
the primer; the gunner steps out upon the
platform, and the balance of the crew
upon the shore. The Captain gives the
word, the gunner gives his cord a sudden
jerk, a crash like a thousand . thunders
follows, a tongue of flame leaps from the
month of the mortar, and a column of
smoke rools up in beautiful fleecy spirals,
developing into rings of exquisite propor
tions.
One can the shell as it leaves the
mortar, flying through the air, apparently
no larger than a marble. The next you
see of the shell, a beautiful cloud of smoke
bursts into sight, caused by the explosion.
Imagine ten of these monsters thundering
at once, the air filled with smoke clouds,
the gun-boats belching out destruction and
completely hidden from sight in whirls of
smpke, the shells screaming through the
air with an unearthly sound, and the dis
tant guns of the enemy sending their solid
shot and shell above and around us, dash
ing the water up in glistening columns
and jets of spray, and you have the sub
lime poetry of war. An incident, howev
er, will show how completely the battle
may lose its poetiy and develope into a
stern and suggestive reality.
Impatient of being at a distance, and
wishing to witness the effect of our shells,
which were playing upon the head of the
island, in company with one or two others
I strolled round the point until we came
in full view of the enemy’s lower forts.—
We kept along the banks until we passed
our pickets, and then took to the cornfields
and behind fences, until we reached an old
deserted mill, where we emerged ip plain
sight of the floating battery. No Sooner
had our party came in sight than a flash
Of light shot from its sides, and a shell
came screaming like a fiend over our heads
bursting a short distance behind us. The
poetiy of shells suddenly changed with a
double retrograde prose.
Okdeb. —Never leave things lying about
—a shawl here, and a pair of slippers
there, and a bonnet somewhere else-trust
ing to a servant to set things right. No
matter how many servants you have, it is
a miserable habit, and if its source is not
in the intellectual and moral character, it
will inevitable terminate there. If you
have used the dipper, towel, tumbler, etc.,
put them back in their places and you will
know where to find them when you want
them again. Or if you set an example of
carelessness, do not blame your servants
for following it. Children should be taught
to put things in their proper places as soon
as they are old enough to use them ; and
if each member of the household would
observe this simple rule the house would
never get much out of order, and a large
amount of vexation and useless labor
would be avoided.
fjf The mind of children is the the ten
derest, holiest thing this side of Heaven.
And is it not to be approached with gen
tleness, with love, yea, with a heart-wor
ship of the great God from whom, in al
most angel innocence, it has, proceeded ?
A creature undefiled by the taint of the
world, unvexed' by its injustice, unwearied
by its hollow pleasures. A being fresh
from the source of light, with something
of universal lustre in it. If childhood be
this, how holy the duty to see that, in its
onward growth, it shall be no other! To
stand as a watcher at the temple, lest any
unclean thing should enter it.
Points of Honoe. —Meredith P. Gen
try told Parson Brownlow that he only ac
cepted a seat in the rebel Congress to show
that he was not afraid of McClellan cap
turing Richmond. It was a point of honor
with him.
“Yes, Gentry,” replied Pro willow, “and
there is another point of honor, which you
have failed to mention. Buell and his
army are at Nashville,' and are therefore
nearer, to Bedford county than General
McClellan is to Richmond. You are like
a pismire on a chunk fired at each end;
you have a point of honor on either side
of you.” Gentry acknowledged the corn.
47- Smith once met two editors who
had always been at “ outs” walking arm
in arm in the streets.
“ Hillo,” said Smith, “ the lion and
lamb lie down together, do they ?”
“Oh, yes,” said editor No. I, “Jones
here did the ‘lyin,’ and I did the ‘lammin,’
and of course we came down together.”
Extent op the Union Lines.— A Se
cessionist of Prather an amiable! turn of
mind, accosted a United States officer
lately at Nashville, and in a jovial man
ner interrogated him as to how far the
Union line extended. “To the North
Pole,” replied Stars and Stripes, “and
when I left, there were two regiments
there waiting tor arms.” 1;
EDITORS AND PWSIM
Changing Step.— What 4sjaoeMwß
crous than an awkard couple walking arm
in arm and failing entirely to keep step?
It is suggestive of a heavy wagonjohing
over a rough road, or music played hnily
out of tune, or anything ebe 'tttofcHKpi?
greeable to sensitive nerves, and isadto- •
gether meet wretched and uncomfortable
both for the spectators and thepartiee dMi
cerned. Oecasionally, by accident they
fall into keeping step for a while, and for
a time they move harmonlotisly and vrith
graceful identity of motion. But for the
most part their progress consists of a lu
dicrous jogglety jerk, fearfully trying to
comfort and temper. This is but an illus
tration of the discomfort which some inen
endure through life,:merely for ignorance
of knowing how to “keep step.” Man
and wife have need particularly of learning
this accomplishment AsJongaafoey
jog along life’s road in the double harness
of matrimony, “keeping step,’’ .they an
happy and comfortable. Suddenly none
little eccentricity—a foible in one or foe
other—interferes with the pleasant con
cert. Now is the' time to “change: Stop,”
by yielding a little on both sides to restore
the harmony which was lost. But if hath
hold out stubbornly, and refose to make
allowances for the difference, of opinion
and feeling, then all peace is forever .ban
ished from the family circle, and
one party can brow-beat the other into
subjection, there must always be bicker
ings, jealousies and petty conflicts, which
will make home—which should be foe
happiest spot on earth—the most wretched
Scene at a Review.—There was a
beautiful instance of fine horsemanship
displayed at a late review held atTienna,
upon the occasion of the military order of
Maria Theresa, when some thirty thousand
cavalry were in line. A little child bathe
front row of the spectators, becoming
frighened, rushed forward just as a squad
ron of huzzars were charging af full
swooping down with maddening velocity,
nay, almost on the child. Terror para*
lyzed alike the spectators and the mother
of the child, while the lovely and amiable
Empress almost fainted with horror, for
the child’s destruction seemed inevitable.
The little one was almost under the horse’s
feet—another instant would have sealed
its doom.—when a huzzar, without lessen
ing his speed or loosening his hold, threw
himself along his horse’s neck, and seizing
the child placed it in safety in front'of 1 his
saddle without so much as changing the
pace or breaking the alignment in the least.
A hundred thousand voices hailed with
pride and joy the deed while but two voices
could sob their gratitude—the one a moth
er’s the other that of her sympathizing and
beloved Empress. A proud moment that
must have been for the huzzar, wh<m his
Emperor, taking the enameled crass of
merit, attached it to bis breast—a proud
monument alike for the sovereign and'the
man. .
Destruction of Was.—A correspond
ent of a Western paper, who has lately
visited New Madrid, says, that the town
presents a very sad spectacle. Whole
blocks of houses have been- destroyed by
the rebels in order to obtain a clear sweep
for their guns; and even this wholesale
destruction of property does apt appear so
badly as the buildings which are putsally
destroyed, bored through and throngh with
shot and torn with shell, leaving just
enough of them to show what they Once
had been. There are none of its-inhab
itants left—not one—and many years Will
elapse before the town will be what it once
was.
tar When a person is very ill, he says,
“Godhas afflicted me;” bid; if hefeels
very happy, and very well, how .rarely
does he say “ God has made me happy.”
Hpw prone are we to think God is at
burials, but not at bridals ;, how prone to
think God is in all that is dark* sepulchral
and gloomy, but not in the midst of all
that is bright, giving it greater brightness
and in all that is joyful adding to its in
tensity and its purity.
43T A gentleman once said to, few son,
who used to stay in bed late in die morn
ing, “Your brother gotup this morning at
five o’clock, and found on die sidewalk a
purse of gold.” “Very well,” replied the
lazy young man, “if the poor followto whom
it belongs had in feed till ten, he
probably would noi have kid |t”
Or Here is a crinoline storyreported by
an African h»veler: A Arab,
reading near the frontiers.
lately paid his first visit to AMyy t and
was present at a ball. On 'return
home he said to his wife ;-—“ What strange
creatures these Fbsncfe wcanieh
Would you believe if i
carry an open umbrella'
coatsl” Such was the ides 'Af
crinoline fey the so® of Mtdy^a^®^
|WSam.~“ Gcmbo, rou
live, nbwi’ehr - *’ 1
6umi>6.~“ I doesn’tlive no vAapnow.
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moved on on account of
NO. 11.