mDcratic Watchman. RE BELLEFONTE, PAT BEAUTIFUL STANZAS: here le no heart but bath lie Inner angulah, There la no eyo hut halh by tenre been wet, here it no vole° but bath been heard to lan gulch O'er hours of trarkoenn IL can no'er forget berrtretn - ntreek trowerverbrtgtrt" But furled 1 , 1/dßilentitit)l !Oilmen nre hid; eye that In Ito dewey light roponen, But broken etnr-benme tremble nentit tin Ild pare ft no lip'howe'en with Ipmghter ringing, However light and gdy ita words may Inf, la tt bath tremhh d at tome dark aprialeg Of stern affliction and deep mystery. e tire nil brother* In thin land of dreaming, Yet hand montw hand, and eye to eyn replica or deem that !plow n brow all beatning The flower of bre In winded beauty Ilea. ih, hloimoil light, thatglldeg our night of Hor Ohl holm of (Wend for one healing found; We know that peatto will nomo with thee to• morrow, And tho ntroctions spring not from the ground. ur Saturday Night. —We Buried Her • et Sundown. To-day. nn „ irpnu came to our pri ate room and astred• "Did yon kr , w , of Milwaukee, hen vest lived there '+^ •'Uul you know hw thon!,htPr, who nt tondedilio Ward school'' , ' Not tho very protty git I, who tuna. Po quick, uttrnr•trvv, and .o full of protr.- 54.?'' '• \ hut of Ivor? It i 3 ‘ottrc sine(' thrill ___6l, o NV , I .iLVI her in si•lniiii toot tins., IA !alio oiniamit, aid, (Ito pride of hot parvill4, and th , . loved nl all. What of her titer Is dead I" • 11 pil ' '.:44i• died in the• Pity morning mirk night aud liw i,eeper of tlw house where SIR` is MIN'S iii oiu L 1).1 LIlk• II uwnp LIII• afternoon . , for a dead person In the house 'tips "Toll us more." Anil Ira told ui n heart-rending hi.- tory. Year+ ago, t.inu as the etilentler coonds, tile one who had tired of iffy wag a child in Milwaukee, a didnnt crtt of the West She wag k, bright, attratiti ye, and over-potted to her nln n ffer temper we. 113 i in+ moot She 11‘...1 for excitement She went from the path her loved pa rent. hail o, well walked, and loitered in the bowers or that ineipient sporting where thotiosentaind title taste the fruit, and inhale the perfume of attract ive flowl!rs'growing .o benetifully on dawdle vines. Tha pokiiiin iwertit to her brain—the curly life became mulled rexent pleasures ware planted for future pains She came and want—rho reamed and courted I ku the butterfly that cares not for the winter—she .at, and rode, and walked and talked, and rei•tr , l with those who wereien.4ing on her roans 1.54 1i n0..., till home bovaiiii. 111,-.111 , . at .1, when Iho e who 1,, , .. 41 h..r In—t did kindly ask her of the preqent, -ti, rebell ed, and 11 - oiled more of the. r poison, which drove the goisi Iron, hei heart She thought lower, Isere h.,(1.1•••-- rnin MIN here and there amid VIM. , and flowers were walks on the road to hfc And when the llewer • foil and the thorn pricked her soul, in.d.end of re turning to the true lath and seeking only the love of one, ehn trird other labyrinth., rind yet other. lint alas I The flower,. fell 11 , 1 , .. nml rt, r . t wl) , .n. t h e ugly thorns f0110h..1 Then 410 kfir 11 , r 11.1111% Under a VRII and an 11,5111131111 Millie, she went to other ..it , e+ COMIC to tlua and Ilnin deeper of the pOISMI Whleh gave fewer and tet fewer hours of piea•ure and more find more da,+ of grief She wag sought by this one—by that one' She gave to tint one and to that one Ke-ping ntithing lor hortelf, liv ing only on the (rah, and nes er drinking of the pure water beneath With her back upon hearty, home, happinen, and true manly friendship, s h e sought her borne in the whirl, anal lived to float, anal drift, and be tossed flora arm to arm, as whim, fancy, or devil-leading passion drew the ribbon, or +hot glances from watching eyes that were but de tectives for baser souls * * • * * * With our friend we went ttater room. Up Broadway, and then Into a aide street, the ring of a door-bell brought a negro woman to open the walnut door of a palace, so called. Up stairs to a bralhnntly furnished bedroom-omm of us, beside the undertaker snd his assist ant, with a plain coffin. Softly—in herl, Ah She will not waken. We loaed, and the mars came into our eyes, for all she was but a dead unfortunate. She was once agirl—once a woman—once a loved child, beside whose little bed fond parents have stood and gazed on her sleeping beauty, and thanked God for her coining. Finery everywhere. Silks, Jewelry, articles of the toilet—pictures on the dresses spoiled by wine, books of prose and poetry A slipper on her right foot—silk stockings fitted her beautiful ankle— little plain gold and three diamond rings on the fingers of her left hand, with a single diamond stone ring on the fore finger of the right. A watch and chain lay motionless on the bureau, stopped at filteemminutes past four. Wonder if her life ran down then ? God only knows I A little white kitten, with rib bon of blue about its neck, was sleeping on the pillow, beside her was an empty ounce ylal, which had contained lauda num, She lay partly across the bed—one hand under her head, as If sleeping -- her beautiful hair disheveled, but such a sad, sick, desolate look bn her face, the tears would not keep back. She had died as she lived, in her finery. In her hand was a letter—a good, kind, heart Written letter from ono who had known her—who, for years had tried to save her, for he loved her dearly. And the letter, with tills chapter, was sent .to the writer, miles wway, that ho may know that the wayward, giddy, whirt , tug, careless, beautiful, thoughtless girl he loved, for all she was not true to her self, wart taken to a quiet grave by once who have kind hearts, and who will never reveal his secret, for thus do those fraternally bound by each other: She his gone, poor heart-wretched, desolate-souled, beautiful ono. Let us hope to the care of those who will not pluck to destroy—who will fold her in loving embrace, and keep her with re newed purity for the ono who so loved her, whose honest love and kind in terest had sui little weight with her here. Her trunk Naas full of finery, and cordsitrul pictures, and letters from the gay and - rrninghtless—full of odd and ends of a poisonous festival I And in little box, as if sacred, the picture of father, mother, a sister and two brothers. What shall we do with thetv ? Send them home? They know not whore she Wile, or is I They only know that she is away, hut tinder what name, what do ing,,alive or dead, they know not, for all they have often sought, as we know. Shall we tell them, or carry the secret with others and others, we hold, to the grave? What would our readers do? What would he right? * * * * * A lowan and a carriage. At desk or nearly. Steadily we move on down the atrcot, meeting thousands. We plainer in a plain coffin, for her life had ( boon too !Hain of joy to Mock her corpse end a great agooy with a gilded casket The beautiful one she had despiscd-i—would not preserve--would not confide to the keeping of the ono she loved her, No in fatuated was she with the life she wanted to lead, so we would not insult her corpse with the bate of her life I She rested-- but oh that sad, heart wrecked, pity-pleading face, setanoig to cry out from its perishing "0:1 God I 0I man! Give—give-- give I 0 ! give me back to that life, that truth, that purity, that heart—that 01 that would have been toy salvattlun God, pity ine, for the world does not I And give our rod, if I cannot have that hope, that faith, that bliss, that happy future I might have had but for care less wanderings. Over the river we bore her away We met others like her on the streets, little eareing or dreaming whi, was la the lrbar , e ahead, or the carnage following. We took her viva„ . µ. as they will be ta ken. v If the gravei Of tho last onrs could try out I Who could listen to the ter rible wail ? The lave and passion songs or oarth ; time discordant unisOnA of per dition, - hf themselves to curse millions and hold their souls down to agony oh I the present; the future The ininute ; the eternity I Oh I Fath er in Heaven, givens all will and pow or to save, but no heart t