VOLUME 19.
TILE WEEKLY OBSERVER,
MatZl PA:
SATURDAY AIORNING. SEPTEMBER '30.'1848
TAYLOR MEETING
For the Erie Observer
ou Saturday evening last. understanding that there
ass to be a Taylor meeting at the Court HOMO, we walk.'
Am to hear what could ho said to uphold that sinking
mac . When.wo entered, we •found the meeting thinly
,;tended, and James 0. Putnam, Esq., who had kindly
c aseated to come from Buffalo and che'er ,up the des
i,,aiag Taylor men of this place, on the stand. From
la remarks we judged that ho had just opened his bat
tly, as ho was making all the excuses and apologies_
neat at the commencement of a speech in a bad cause.
The first half of his speech was consumed in endeavor
to make whigs believe that Taylor was a whig—the
a d "Dimon pure"—that he occupied a position elevated
iNTO the fogs of earth, and hence the very groat trouble
ern of candor have had to perceive his whigery, or tell
ractly whore he did stand ; in ahem, that Gen. Taylor
,as a superior being, scarcely partaking of human frail
0, or subject to human weaknesses—a kind of poll&
: dtiodnerid, calculated and fitted to redeem this bound
.llcountry fmni the curse of locofecoism, and that ho—
Nr, Putnam, of Buffalo—alone, of all that assembly,
1 , 1 1,1 per' oive it. lie was "on Pisgah's top—could see
r aw, bathe freer, and felt more glorious than he
tut did before," and tho audience, when they got up to
,h e re he was, and could see Taylor as ho saw him—a
c hi t —would feel so• too, would " see clearer, breathe
, t r,at,l feel their political strength renewed," and af
erconqiiming about an hour in this interesing subject,
sid ptoved nothing at all except that the Whig party aro
; :,e greatest „poptital dunces of which wel have any ac
aunt. they ieni up a general shout at the proof of their
two foolishness and depravity. , .
After linishing this part of his speech', he took up what
ned forTerly to bo tho Whig principles:, 1 Ile assumed
..he most ultra wing positions relative to internal improvo•t'
mats obat die general goiernment had power under
the Coitgitution to go to all lengths in appropriating
taw,. for building canals, railroads, tunneling moun
tilos, and building tape-worms, the very doctrines
:hat we h'are beard repudiated over and over again by
t whig orators of ibis Community. lie then reviewed
he tariff; maintaining the most ultra whig grotinds, a
protective tariff to enrich and pamper the ittanufae.
:INN et the expense of the farmer and mechanic, and
enable glittering wealth to ride down and oppress
w•orthi• laborers of our country.
fin then attempted to throw a few shot at Mr. Van
TM and the Barnburners generally—claimed the Whig
rather Taylor party as the only true free soil party on
• face of the earth—said that General Tailor was in
rot of the IVahnot Proviso, ,and that Gen. Cass was
,•dfied to veto it; said that lie did not blame Mr. Van
because Gon. Cass introduced the two-thirds rule
.11 the Convention of 1814 for the express "piirpose of
leatingitim: thinking that ho could make the people
:•I:tve that Gen. Cass was in the CoUvention, and not
tually affected by the two-thirds rule with Mr. Van Bu
s: in short he filled his speech with a series of the
:nit unblushing and barefaced falsehoods that 1 have et
L , y time heard from a public speaker, winding up by
ying that Gen. Taylor and the universal whi l i g party
ere in favor of everT measure for the welfare of the
..nntry, and that Gem Cass was pledged to volo every
tnetostra. ,
Mt.. Pathan' wanted to elect a wilig president and get
A. country under a whig administration, fearing that in
fitv years; the people would become so in Pressed with
'erorrect policy pursued by the democrats, that they
Juld not be induced to change—that if the country could
.ce see the democratic policy working in all its beauty,
; %avid bo useless for the whigs to attempt to ever again
time power—the only rational thing he said during
tic evening.
Ile was followed by Mt. Clapp, of tho Buffalo Express.
‘ho ftled himself Mr. Putnani's "dry nurse." told 60111 e
"morons flurries, and sat down, showing his good sonso
in doing. co. 011.31.RVATUS.
IT Col. J. R. Snowden ( Treasurer of the Mint at
and lady, arrived in this city, on Saturday
‘.txing. tic is stopping with his brother-itt.law, Jadge
tiompßon.
TAII or, 011(3.4Ni Dtscos•'Ttstt:u.—Fayotto county
a Ohio, ha, heretofore boon it strong Whig county, sup. ,
oning all nhig papers—•the Banner and intelligencer.
lloth have 'been discontinued since the nomination of
;Pn. :Taylor, for want of suppOrt, and Taylorism has no
v,:an in that county.
•t CHANCE FOR AN AsTo r ocOortt.—,One of the political
;IPtr advertises for an astrologer to read the stars" in
/otter, as publiffitecl in the Now York Express'
Ifni manic tvl—:Oen. Taylor's last—which the N.
Wane says, •.is the next best thing to none at all"
—it ii said in Now Orleans was written by the editor of
New Orleans Picayune—professedly a neutral print:
A eerretpondent of the New Orleans Morning Chronicle,
:t only detects the finger marks of the Picayune editor
.1 the phrase "riven from the context," and several
allich occur in this Second Allison letter, but
I.ldA:
"The fact, too, of the presence of the editor of the
P i'arine, at Pascagola, when it was written, and its ap
;,tarance in the city shoultanously with that of the letter,
ce confirmatory proof of what however is sufficiently
manifest on the face of the letter."
If thin he no, the Picayune 'editor will have a bone to
lick with him of the Tribune. •
L 7 Gen. Peter Sken Smith, the great leader of tho
Philadelphia Nativists, and a brother of Gerritt, the nom
t.” of the Abolittoniats, says that Lewis C. Levin has
IteilPtaced m notnivation in utter disregard of precedent
t , ,ot .g the Natives. Ho says ho intends to vote the Na.. "," itnenene Electorial ticket, and for an independent
'''`Algit and Ready candidate for Congress, if any be pre.
.Pat,d. lie can't go Levin.
Oa Shrank river, Jasper county, lowa, old Hainlin
,4. 1h3 two sons murdered Nieoly, a boarder in their
and burnt his body to ashes in the night. Their
wa $lOO which Nicoly poured. The ruffians aro
i'sted, and one of the sons has turned state's evidence.
Fotirteen different lives of (Ten. TnylOr have.boen
i'4%.Atfd adapted to all sorts of tastes and shades of
'?ni.n. north and south, and in all Ilia live languages
Fqh3pl that number of lives is not too many for a can
: , date who is now in tho receipt of abuot four times tha
:Amber of rations a day.
it Two miles of the track of tho Galena and Chico.
Railroad has been laid down, and a car is now run
rig alien it loaded with rails to continuo the road. It
ttpe, ted the road will he finished rtetleci the wet prairie"'
to thn
Olt Vortfit, Ton 7111: Witomi CAM:AM:Tr.+
The raverenti gentleman in Tennessee tvho conducts the
June,boto' Whi ;! , has concluded at length to support
Gen. Ta)ler. llis reasons are:
rim That ii i 4 ptmaible that the Whigs may get en'
l' o :.ms‘un l of the old General, and manage him and
it•M
schnlion na they please.
That it is possible that Gen. Taylor may
in the course of four years; and then Fillmore, an
~Titseonatic Whig, will take his place,
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WHERE.
BY REV. RALPH WITT. •
A nurrte youth would follow Hope,
To roam through pleasure's fairy land,
The portali of delight to ope, ,
To feast the eye and All the hand,
To drink of fountains fresh and clear;
And rest in bowers safe and fair.
But still as oft as Hope Bald;—here !•
And bade Wm slezettrobliss !retore:,
The disappointed youth said—Where
• I
lie wandered from his . nntive vale,
Allured by voices from afar,
Boft breezes fanned his ready sail,
And o'er the wave arctic' a star ;
Ile trusted then the tranquil sea,
Some Paradise to seek and share,
But In the fairest Eden, he
O'crworn with weariness and care.
Ftill sad and listless, murmured—Wherel
Then, instant, as he lookcdheyond,
Sonic new teintation would arise,
Some seeming angel fair and fond,
Some casket that contained the prize,
' 'l' were hut a moment's space to reach,
The briefest Journey liere . to there,
Hitt ;Inn could soon encaiiipass each,
Yet as lie grasped the empty air.
Some distant cave would echo—Where'
Caine Beauty dazzling then his eye,
And cast her spell around his heart,
midnight seemed a sunlit sky,
' Such glitter did her glance impart:
lie sprang enchanted to adore,
To thitte"r in her silken snare;
C., Alas: the vista; soon was der;
A blighi—andigl the bower willitiet
~, •
And Beauty's rode witaimilig Vitae?
Then heard he on the Mr a blast,
A wildly sweet inspiring strain; -
Aloft a niournicd look lie cost,
And there was Hope's bright form agnint
• Before Min rose a rugged steep,
lts sunlit bore a temple fair;
•
Up; said Ambition, onward sit cep,
For fame's immortal Joys prepare;
But still his weary heart Enid—Where?
So tasted he life's choicest wine,
Wealth, honor, all they can secure; • '
Yet did his longing soul repine,
They were not tasting, true, and pure:
Still seemed the guerdon far above
The proudest height his foot could darer
Then came the word of heavenly loN'e,
fly yonder dews go breathe a prayer,
Ile knelt, and 10, his Ilser was There!
From Morris & Willis' Homo Jouriml
THE LbST GLOVE;
OR. Tux LADIPO PRZIBOINO-DIAID.
AT Ivn.ss msrrA vtcronlA rvituit,
ellArTlill 1.
A LITTIA: GIRT, was sting in the September
sunshine that fell in checkered gleams across the
old wooden steps in front of a decayed and totter
ing building, in one of the by -streets of the Empire
City. The sunlight seemed like it pleasant visitor,
as it crept from her little nuked feet and ragged
dress up over lieedimpled arms and shoulders, and
nestled -amid the shining earls, hanging in dishevell
ed profusion around her sweet and childish face.—
But as it grew more inquisitive, and stole under
her drooping lids; to discover the color oilier down
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sorrowful-looking tears, just creeping down to the
edge of those silken lashes.
Just at• this moment, a young man who was'pass
ing by, stopped short in his hasty walk, to gaze for
a moment on the sunshine, the tearsoind the beau
tiful little creature before him. He was a poet and
a painter: and struck by the exquisite grace and
beauty of hersface and attitude, perfect in their un
conscious and unstudied loveliness, he • sought to
impress the image upon his mdmory.
" What a glorious picture I have stumbled on,"
said he: "I must have that picture tears, sunshine,
and all. It will win me fame." ,Tlre little maiden
threw up the lashes glittering with moisture, and
perceiving a stranger, with an artless but sad smile,
held out her hand, and said
"Please, sir, just a sixpence for my mother."
The stranger looked at the little, pleading hand,
and forgot the beautiful face. It was just such a
hand as he had dreamed of, had sought for, but, hail
never before found. Even though belonging to a
child, its tiny proportions were moat exquisitely de
veloped—rounded, delicate, dimpled, tapering, pew
lea! In the rapture of an artist's joy, the yonng
man caught the beautiful little hand in his ant
pressed it to his lips. The child looked surprised
and frightened, but she said, meekly: •
• " Only a sixpence, sir," in her childish, musical
voice.
"Certainly, certainly," replied the artist, for the
first time comprehending what she said,' and empty
ing a handfull of dimes in her -lap.
"Oh, thank you!" stud she, her large blue eyes
darkening with a flash of delight; ."you are very
kind sir."
" I should like to paint your portrait, pretty one:
and 1 will give you as much more money, if, when
f,come for you to-morrow, you will go home with
me, and let me take, youi. likeness."
" What is that?" asked the wondering child'.
"Oh; I.( will show you, to-morrow—something
very pretty."
" Well, I will go, sir, if mamma will let me." •
The artist, all enthusiasm at his precious
cry', stepped gaily down the street, and the little
girl bounded away in the oppesite direction, to buy
a loaf of bread for her sick mother.
" See here, Mr. Baker!" said she, joyfully, spring
ing into a little bakery where a hard-featured .man•
stood behind the counter—" I may have the bread,
now, for mother—mayn't I?" and she held out her
little hand, grasping 'tight the shining pieces of
silver. •
"Eh! where did you get that, little girl? Of
course, you can have the bread, when you can pay
for it."
"Given to me, sir."
- "Humph! on account of your bright eyes, I sup
pose. Catch me giving bread; or 'money," either, to
folks, because they are pretty;" and laying out a
loaf of bread, he took one of her dimes in exchange.
"Ohl" exclaimed the child, her eyes. falling on a
a?
few or gee ranged in the window,. "I'll take an
orange, ,too—it will please mother so." ,
Ario ter dime was taken: and with . the loaf of
bread/and the orange, she flew back to her comfort
less and destitute home. .
"See here, mother, what I've brought you!" she.
exclaimed, - gaily, bounding ihto the' wretched apart
ment; but she. stopped short, and letting fall her
treasures, sprung 'Abe bedside, where, pale and
motionless, a woman lay dying, alone and unatten
ded.. ,
• .
The ashy lids were 61oSed over her sunken eyes;'
her colorless lips were parted, and the breath came
slow and struggling,-from her scarcely heaving bo
som
"My mother! my poor mother!" shrieked
,the
child, winding her arms around the emaciated form
of her' parent, and covering her cold, clammy" hrow
with kissei. •
" My eitildi" said the mother, faintly—"l am dy
,
log, my Stella." _
"Oh, mothet:!" sobbed the little girl. And these
two words, and the tone in which they were said,
coming, as they did, from the heart of a child, were
fraught with an agony of grief and suffering:
"Stella," continued the dying woman, "title ring,
SATURDAY MORNING, SEPTEMBER 30 . 1
(with a strong effort taking it from her Anger 'and
giving it to the child,) keep - it alWaysl—never, never
pait with it—it may sometime bring you friends. ,
Stella—God bless thee, my poor orphan;" and clasp
ing her child convulsively to.her, bosom; she heav
ed a deep sigh, and sank back Upon her .
dead.
•
All that night, the little girl sat alone on the .
.wooden steps, now drying her eyes to look up a(the•
sweet, bright stare, where she thought• her mother ,
had -gone; •-• and again. sobbing and wailing most
touchingly, tilt, just as; the rosy, tint of dawn crept,.
over the great•city, froth ; mere exhaustion t 'the fell,
asleep on her hard ,
That day the artist did not' come. An affair 'of
itnpoitapce called hirri fitn the city for a 'couple of
weeks; and when he returned; and still fulf Of the
thought of the little maiden, went to look for. `her,
she was - gone, and the old house _wasruntentinted..
=NM
A month afterward, he sai l ed fur gloriou
CHAPTER 11.
Eight years after this occurrence, on ti
evening of October, soon after:sunset, a gel
was promenading through Broadway. .Jut
vance of him, tripping gracefully over the pi
a young girl of tight and elegant form, in a
but rather plain dress, and close cottage h
was admiring her graceful tind gliding ate
he suddenly paused. She h i ed dropped ont
gloves. He picked it up, It was a dui!'
creation of white kid, just the least bit in tl
soiled by'cOntact with the:pavement.
" Exquisite !" muttered' he, hurrying al
fair loser, with - tree commendable intention of
ing it, and, perhaps, making the acquainta
ady who wore suck a glove. . _
But berwas a moment toolate; for, just a
overtaking her, she turned suddenly and
the steps of an elegant dwelling. &lane
pretty feet on the edge of the marble door
stood forlialf a moment with her hand on
ished knob., The hand was ungloved,, -
snow s and beautiful as.it could be. She op
door without ringing the . bell, and disapp
the hall. Of course, she resided there .
.The gentleman placed the little glove in I!
et, took down the number of the residence, a'
ed aWay.
It was twilight when lie reached his 1,
and going immediately to his, rome, - he' tht.
self into an arm-chair by the itulowyand
a reverie; from whickhe, was awakened by
once of a visitor, whose, unceremonious
put to flight a whole clotid of 'angels
gloves, and little, matel hands' without thi
- "Why, sky, Ernest, haw do you do?- 7 .
hear me?" •
"Is it possible! I beg your', pardon! my
Hal—, how are your ex e laimed the
springing from his, chair, lid shaking hi
most sensibl y by the hand. "Why, how
changed; eight years have improved you
must confess."
"I can return the compliment, with intetJest," re,
plied Hal, gazing admiringly upon his friekid's ele
gant form arulatrikingly handsome and in Ilectual
countenance. "European polish has doe much,
even for you. . But 'how have :youlared; ow sue
ceeded? have you realized, half your, your dreams,
of glory? has the artist been as successful as the
poet ?—for we have occasionally been-taw red here
with some of your luxurious fancies, done 1p admi
rably in beautiful verse."
"I fear you flatter me, Hal: but with regard to my
painting, I have been almostas successfulas I could
,wish—tlittt is, for one who pursues it mere ly for. his.
owniamusement.". ,
"Quito an accomplished amateur, ell?"
The two friends sat, down to converse
times, and the happy present, and the pi
ft. pr.
Ernest Dunmore had indeed, not spent ei
in travel in cultivating his line taste and inti
gifts, without returning to his cluntry an'
ingly refined and fascinating man.
"By the way, Hal," said he suddenly i
ing his friend in a, glowing description of
cipations of the future, "can you tell me wl
lady resides at No.—Broadway?"
"Why, Isidore - Allen, our city belle. I
seen her? She is a beautiful - ,creature—ii
all of . us. , ,And that just reminds , . me tha
with a pressing invitation from the Bentley!
to attend a grand party there to-night.
will of course be there."
"Then I shall, certainly!" was 'the anir
"Why, Ernest, you must hove seen this
of beauty. In love, so soon, after resisti
blight eyes and beivildering smiles of for
fection for eight years!"
"Indeed, you tare mistakene. lam n
that I.have seen thisbelle of yours—at ler
never seen her face."
, "Well, you shall . see her `to-night. The WEN',
have heard of your arrival, and are on tip oe to be- ,
hold the wonderful Mr. Dunmore, the poet, the,
painter, and the millionaire."
"How very nattering!" returned Ernest, smiling
a quiet but perfectly satisfied smile, as hel turned to
the mirror to arrange his Wet fai the el'ening.—
What_ gentleman possessing grace, accompliSli- '
ments, intellect, and the advantages o personal`
beauty arid great fortune,-would not be little in
clined toward a pleasant feeling of vanity? . None,
certainly—at least, not Mr. Ernest Dunmore.
h was laic in the evening When Hal I-In leton rind
his friend entered_ the brillant and crowds rooms of
the Bentleys. A lady was at the Man . It was
Miss Alen, and the gentlemen edged t rough the
throng, - and
. reached the instrument jut.. as the
sweet voice of the belle was trembling o the con
cluding stanza. She was certainly a bea tiful crea
ture,ti,. just nineteen, with glorious dark ey s,Sweep
ing lashes, an exquisitely' curved mouth nd finely
chiseled' featuresti graceful form, too; hut her
hand—a 'shade of disappointment darken d the fine
face of Ernest—it was a very pretty hat d, slender
and tapering; but it was not the hand—it could not
wear such a glove.
"A radiant' creature! isn't she?" whis l
es she rose from the piano:
"Very pretty," was the disappointed r
"Very pretty!" was the rather indigo
!talon. "She is peerless, unequalled, di
."But her hand!" ~ At this moment, the
ed towards them, and Hal prm.ented his
Ernest Dunmore; and soon the two most d
ed personages present—the belle and
millionarie—were:promenading through t
assembly. Ernest found his bright comp
ly - bewitching.
,She ,was witty, learne
beautiful—he would.certainly , have been
had itnot been for the little kid glove Alia
on his heart, and the perfect little hand I
on the door:kitOb. - . ;.. As it' Was, his heart
palpitated slightly
,be,neath its tiny Areas
colored twice,and.stammered once—the , 1
ed' Mr. Dunmore!
The belle was unusually charming.'
she had made a decided- and most ogre
quest; she had quite a passion for painti
would hitve, a room prepared fur the exhi,
works to hisfriends by the day after to
•tte would be happy to wait on her ther•,
her opinion: no doubt' tier criticism
.value. And they'separated; triittonlly p 1:,
little glove! what, will be thy fate?
,
- _lsidore Allen was slOwly proMenadh
the exhibition-room ? leaning on the en
Dunmore. lie Was more thin ever en:i
her grate, her fine taste, and her lovelt
was- very entliuSiastic; and her cbservatit
correct judgement and • cultivated test
sighed as he stole aglance at her hand—
was not a perfect erm- r -and thought of ti
Carefully laid=on his dressing-table.
rirorryrAnzo_,m
„ , CHAPTER, HI.
of Ernest
j ichtintid
'-She
shriived
te. • Ernest
-it certainly
the glove so
"This," said Ernest; as ha'-'threw ak
,which hung - civet-a paintinffs "Iconsidt.
piece." .
"Beautiful! beautifu !""said - Isidore, and the tears
'sprang uucalled.into her dark,! soft ey it, at the ex
treme loveliness of picture.. Err est Preceived
them; and, thmighti them the !deares Arlbute that
could be paid to his powers es an arti t.
It was a picture of ttie little. girl, the sunshine,
- and the - old 'wooden stps. ,I"bere \vat' thexhildish,
;graceful attitude, the ittle f pleading hand
,so prettily, the daneingg curls of gold, and the tear
ful fringes ' ili Oki it': Lop 'fkiiii' " her' large; mournful,
;beautiful eyeP, and overall „the rich, . warm, glow
ing light, slumbering roftly,over-the rightlyb sor
'rowful picture.. -
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"Precisely!" exclaimed Isidore, afte regarding it
an instant; "it , iis:theiVery •fikeness of Stella May,
k
my pretty little dressing.hnaid. - • One I would think
it copied froth her, jest a . she looked eight years
ago, when mamma hiedtither home as my com
panion and assistant." I . ' -
"Indeed!" said Er est,l while a flash Of .surprise
and delight beamed o er his face; "will you tell me
something about your! St4lla May!" I •
• "With pleasdre; for I. at her alWays in con
nection with some romance or another; she is so pe
culiar, such a strange being. I woe! only a child
myself, when, one day, mamma mks visiting several
poor people, to whom she frequently afforded assist
ance, when she noticed a little girl Sitting. in the
doorway of an old building, weeping bitterly. She
spoke to her kindly, but the little girl only raised
her head aJnoment,and then sobbed more wildly
than ever. !My mother—my dear I mother—they
have buried my mother!' was all she could make her
say. Touched by her grief, and maims to know if
she was left frieddlesl,," mamma entered the house,
"which she found eilely deserted and unfurnished.
What little wretche furniture had remained,'had
been seized by the neighborsin payment for•various
little articles which they had sometimes given the
woman before she died... The mother had been bur
ied by the puor officers, and the child was left un
pitied, unprotected, homeless and destitute. Mam
ma took the 'little' si,eifferer into her carriage, and
brought her home. poi. days she refosed'all conso
lation, weepitigall day and . sighing all night, as if,
her young heart had broken with its grief. But we
were all very kind to her, and, gradually, she be
came inure contented; and _when,.
.at length, she
smiled, or warbled le herself notes . of music that
she had
.heatd, ehildl as I was, 1 loved her for her
beauty and sweetnesp",: We" knew there , Must 'be
most unused circumstance connected with her, for
she had a ring, engraVen, on the inside, with her
name, 'Stella May: l , and• then she was so naturally
lady-like and refined; so tasteful and intelligent, it
seemed as if the very- spirit'of :grace breathed and
lived'in everything' she said or did. Mamma con
gratulated herself on having found IMO a treasure
of a companion for her daughter; an', as for, me,
Stella was my dependence--for she
youthful patience by
a dried and withered specimen 'of of governess.—.
Though three, years the 'youngest, he was more
ready than I id every branch of stud', which mem
ma allowed her to . pursile, merely to'g miry me. Mu
,sic,-of course, Who not included. 'But ror this she had
such a passion, and- iseenied so' utterly wrapped up
'in it, that I really felt grieved not to bate hershare
inmy lessons. She never said anything about it,
but the tears
,would Start to leer eyes when 1 left her
for the practice-rpm; so, at' length I persuaded
mamma to let her rake 'teasel's, too. And such a
mitered talent as she has iA really wonderful!—she
performs the most divinely on the harp of - any one
4a.....-1.....d I - Theo she hes such an exquisite taste
in dress! I ,do 'notl pretend to exercise the least
judgement : with regard to the . arrangement of icy
wardrobe—site so far - excels ice in all such matters.
- Dqhfittil4§sl n Y,,itaitmar. mtlllll9 - e.oliagrol -- tt
thesbing-maid! 1 d'o believe, if she'Were to be bro't ,
out:.-despite the'ethjantages of foitune;—sho would
throw me - quite intolthe shade!".
"That would'he 'quite impossible, Miss 'Allen.—
But do you, never introduce this fair ,!wonder to your
friends?"' f I .
"Al4l see!",
: said the lady laughing,
. .
Italy.
pleaeant
ntlema n
at in ad
live, Was
tasteful
t. He
ry when
4 of her
ity little
e world
fret the
return
co of a
I he was
nounte4
ing her
sill, she
he pol
hite. as
lened the
eared in
is pock
d walk-
gings;
ow . him
.nnk into
he pros
, ntrance
kite kid
wi't you
lid chum
!reamer,
s friend
ou hare
r natty, 1
upon old
rotnising
0 tut years
ellectual
exceed-
terrupt
hie anti
at young
like:to get a glimpse other rare beauty! ,Cory well!
—as you are an artist, and she look's so very much
like this painting of yours, I wilt huinor_yriii;' if pes
sible: But she has too much native delicacy to ev
er yield to my anti itations to appear in the parlor; j
so I shall have to bring her here. , • Mr. Hazleton
will call for us Jo-morrow?" she said, tu3 that gen
man approached.
"Certainly; I shall -only feel too much •,honored:"
And the three continued oh their . way round the
room. - - I—.
are you
eviitches
t I came
s for you
iss Allen
nted re-
! paragon
lig all the
eign per-
The nest day, as the snowy fingers 'n't Stella May
were wreathing 1114 dark hair of• her mistress into
shining braids, Isidore said—" Would you not like
to visit the exhibition-room of our now artist this
afternoon, Stellar
.t certain
I have
"Yes, lady, very pull," replied the young girl;
but—"
"Nay, Stella, yoil moat 'go, just to oblige me.—
There is a picture tliere that I admire very much,
and I know you wo uld . love to Bee it." • •
"Indeed, lady, l' l cantioi tell you how much I lovei
everything. beautiful—my harp, my Bowers , and,my
ovyn beautiful Mistress," said the y oung maiden, in
a trembling and slightly mournful voice; "but such
things make.ine Sad and unhappy; when I know I
ought to be grateful and contented. {But I willgo."
How wildly the , heart of Ernest Dunmore throb
bed and palpitated When his eyes met those of Stella
May. Thebtightpstdream, the loveliest fancy, the
sweetest vision cif fliis poet's soul, looked on . him
through those eye S---the one embodiMent of all his
heart had longed An; and not found lived, breathed
before him! The Pure, girlish, spiritual brow—the
deep, dreamy, shadowy eyes—the _sweet mouth,
beautiful in its expression, of subitied repose—the
eloquent color,Comidg.abd going in ter cheek, jest s s
the thoughts carneand went in hereon!: There was
u proud reserve mingled with the ineffable grace of
horinianner, that nn princesi could surpass. , Ernest
almost forgot to notice her hand, till she raised it to
smooth back a truant cud that had stolen from the 1
confinement of liei• straw hat. It 'Was the hand he
had looked for eightlyeand, She wore but one glove
—where was itsi i Mate?. •Ernest - lsmiled, and his
heart gave a bound against the little white treasure,
that had again found its way - to his vest-pocket.-
And he had once held that heautiful 'hand in Ids—
had'pressed it to' hislips:'ivould he ever clasp it
again? For ,EineS(Dunrnore,was a proud million.
aire..and'Stella MY was a dressing-maid!
They paused firatbeforea lovely Ipict. Tea' sunset
—an Italian seeng. ; Stella vied at it with a flush
ed cheek and brightening eye: ',...,;'• :: ,
'Do you love Italy?.—would you Alike to visit it,,
Miss Mayr 1 tl
• ":I have dreamed of, it ever," replied the young
girl, raising her soft eyes innocently to hercoMpanr:
ion's face. I;;
There was something peculiar in his earnest gaze,
and the silken lashes drOpped slowly toward the
deepening color i t her cheek. Isidore Allen observ
cd the manner of both, and when'Stellti , raised:her
1 eyes, she ,curled her full lip very slightly, but it
ealletlthe crittison to that' gentle brow, and a 'bash
of pride to tliose, l 'deep, beautiful eyes. Isidore was
sorry in a moineni—sheiviis . usually_ so' kind,and
considerate; but I! . .kn i est - ha excited her athbitiOn,
and she, was jealousi—of her dressing-maid. , 'Rut
she Itnew,Mr.Dtininore to be proud and fastidious,
f a e n a d ra.
the next, ino nein she smiled at her own. , vain
1 : c
"And now for the pictur I told you of, Stella,"
said Isidore; art the four paused in front'of 'the veil
ed, . ;• . . „ .•
painting. '{ ,` .• -' 1 '
“Cfnly ii'slicpence, please; sir,
my -- mother;' 'repeated Ernest,
fixed on' the maiden's face, as he I
win. ! - , --,
o'red Hal,
ME
nt ejacu
/
iner
lady turn
4ietid, Mr.
stingnisb
he artist
ic brilliant
nion real
4, brilliant,
fascinated,
wars lying
c had seen
h u lled and
,
re, and ' he
ceonylish
-1 •
bethought
able eon
igs.,,Ernest
ition•of
orn.mi;3lld
I , and bear,
I could be of
lased. Poor
g throug h
ide the cloth
r my master-
'ou would
CHAPTER IV.
to buy bread far
keop,ig his eyes
rew Aside the cur-
, - Stella gazetilit it a momryand then up into.the
t
face of 'the 'artist, 'with a I ok of we deri lig ' inqui
ry.' Their eyes met, and fella burs into teark—
'Peithaps' iv WWI the memor3 Of her mo her—perhaps
'it was this thoughtless and,Fruel remiMiing of what
;
she had been—that so tan ted her.
' The artist was' embair seed. It
subject' to mike • apologies for; and il
and Miss Allen both looks surprised,
and 'said 'frankly—"Forgi e me, M
have wounded your feelin g . It
and; indeed, I em verthay to meet
tle girl who,' you see, I ha4'never foi
"Then' this is a portrait ii id• our Stet lsidore,caressing the you g girl to i
j ured 'fallings, '' l ' '
"Let us return, Miss 'Allen; I do
said she; in n low 'done; told they
That evening there was nib compan,
and'Stelltichme crowd, at' Isidore's rl
for her.
"Oh, that Mr.', DunmOr•
,lovely upon the canvass',"
watched her - beautiful cOm
over the hirp, lost in he!
rounded arm gleamed out
like moulded snow, as the si
ly band swept over the rp
shadow of a fluttering ro.i,
color hovered on her cheel
al eyes were cast upward
gainl look, as her bright,'
gush of music thrilling u
and melody. • •• , I
The two maidens were I
did not•hear;the . ring of Ith
gentleman who stood, hat
parlor. It was Mr.' ID
charmed into silence, and
till tho last quiver of the
dore, perceiving him, exch
“spell-bound, Mr. null
- Stella started and blul
hastily,'would have retro
but Ernest detained her
song. She recovered her
lately, and complied grace
The evening passed by
a man of rare accomplish
sources of amuseihent atid
first time Stella hattevet
booksstid her own highlti
companions. It wee nn
ing eagerly to every see;
drinking in the enthuehis
she forgot herself, her cirri,
ness of her life.
But she was doomed to,
dream: Isidore saw it a!
from her eyes as she saw
the sweet loveliness atilt
Stel In , you may retire,
and stingingly. . •
The young girl's cheek
arose with the proud digni'
,Mr; Duminito good event
A flush of indignation n
head of Ernest Its she 'disa l ,
became cold and constrain!
Isidore saw she had ma
ten her position as a lady
her life felt humbled. Si
butishe failed; a
visitor loft.
• Whoscan tell the deep
phin's heart, as she •thret
strove ttr hush its wild
ever cast its dim elutdOW
young heart,, and now the ! !
Storm of anguish•that thre e
flower •of hope she liat) , dir i l
had ever appreciated hdr -
away to the pauper's
night ebe sobbed herself A I
The iteit morning Stel
nothing, though her head
face burnt with-fever. I!
her with her cruelty; but I!
Would only deepen the wo
ly that AO might keep he I
Solitude•ivas grateful to tl
BRIM
Three veeke passed 'll%l
had called but once on'th,
winning liti , regard, she 1)
with Hal ilazleton,:for
she bad the most
destingue. „
The Aliens nem all l i o
Stella had gone down to
seating herself by the epq
her face in her hands.
she still sat motionless,
struggled up from her
almost incoherently:—
"And this is fate—my
happy—cherkhed, loud,
Oh: I am BO 0 11efir v l
'PY r -
"Would to'be loved, el
you happy, dear Stellar
in tones of thrilling ten,
round, her waist and line;
"Ernest!" murmured
her beautiful young foe
" Stella! vision of my
of mine! beautiful etnbo
painter ever yearned for .
my Stella!" 1 I i
There was a hush thrJ
broken, at last, by a !owl
heart too full of happinei
1:3103
- It was a beautiful J tin
light and heavy vitlt pc!
the air floated over a de%
the close, populous city.
the chinch that morning,'
the elite, drawn thither
glimpse of the bride of
aire. It was rumored,ll
dressing-niaid to' be the
complishthents.. Theiv
sneers, and still more Wo
were all hushed %hen' tl
walked up the aisle. '
miration was all the sou
to the rare loveliness of
There was no bashfulne
cple—only a beautiful t
graceful as the veil that
stood by the'side of her
Isidore Allen and Hal lltt
The' priest; in his •el
comimenced the Orem
thought—who should 4i
important momenta no,
prime Of life, stepped fo,
daughter! . .7 It' wari rid t'
ceremony p r oceeded.'l .•
gtelln May wasrthei
The bride and groom
with their attenlants
World stared in 'time su
•nouticed
wife. • .•• • •
"My daughter! • 0.
child! -and.may yoni
heart's choice!" and the
his *unie and kissed her
Soniething told*Ste,ll.
she wound her tuir itrth
eat her warm tips to his
4 ! Stella!" said Ernes
is a mistake!" !'
"Let thia.be tho nro l l
king a gold locket frOwl
as a delicate
is friend Hal
but lie rallied,
iss May, if I
uintentional;
again the lit
gotten."
la, 'is iir sa id
.emove her in-
of feel well,"
etired.
in the_parlor,
i quest, to play
°. could pi .l
thought 1,
anion,'whl
wn sweet
from he
mall fingeri
livering at
.o-leaf on a
; and her h
ith a drea
pa tremble'
I from a suull
!tore her thus
-
IWore, as she
was leaning
(melody.m tier
ailing sleeve,
of that love
ings; like the
lily, the soft
right, spiritu
iny; clear, for-
I with the rich
full of beauty
Itbed that they
nor notice the
st inside the
I"e' too, was
nd motionless
and•lsi
iingly:
oth so ohs(
door-bell,
in hand, ju
nmore. `
wood mute 1
. arp died ,1
lined, long'
'lmre?"
.hell crimsc
led from tl
y begging
self-poziei
lolly to his
i elightfully
ems and
infortUritiot
et with al
oughts had
!under, the
nt of his ti
i t of his dati
iumstances,
Vin, and . rising
t ic apartment,
for nnother
.sion
immedi
regaest.
Ernest was
inexhaustible
It %vss - the
i
,teu a person;
been her only
, that listen
ie and
soul-lit eyes,
all the sad-
quick svn
and disphl
int bile v
young or p
now,'!
ing from 'her
rsure flashed
is rivalled by
,Enid, quietly
! pale, but slid
n, and bidding
• partmenti
ie white fore- .
hid manner
rew dead!
y of a quee
g, left the •
ounted- to t 1
peared, an,
I,cl.
le a mis-ste , had for,t;nt
and, for Ou r tirat time In
e strove [el be gay and
,d in a few moments her
isery in thp desolate or-
herself briter couch and
,ItiolAin,g? • A 'cloud had
In the 'happiness of that
I loud had In.rst in a wild
tened to annifillate,every
cherished. Sensit i to
frOrAlit; &roitii
- ince they bard . her l-6
mOther i•
l•place. Long after mid
r,
sheep.
a was ill; But she said
iched intensely and her
.idore's heart reproached
':he knew that an apology
ind, so she told her kind
room if she was well.
e orphan's heart.
IMMO
tty, and Ernest Dunmore
belle: Hopeless of ever
d renewed her flirtation
phom, perhaps, after all,
, if he was not quite" so
t to a brilliant bridal party.
be deserted pa Hors, Jim)
ndid centre-table, buried
ulf an hour passed by, and
,ut by-and-by the words
bing, heart, broken and
fate-I—while Isidore is so
worshipped, even by him
retched-:—so very piny-
cashed, worbhi Heti, make
said a rich,'_ manly voice,
erness, as an arm stole
her to her feet.
e frightened girl, hiding
in Lis bosom.
_reams! radiant spirit-lave
ment_of all the puet or the
I am thino—all thine
ugh the lofty apartment,
sob, coming up from u
Ert VI.
morning, radiant w ith silt-t
-riune where, occasionally,
y garden in the midst of
There was a wedding at
'and it was crowded with
ut of curiosity to get a
nest Dunmore, the million
had chrism-. Miss' Allen's
ariner of his wealth and ac.
were many smites, sonic.
dering remarks. But they
lebridal-party entered and
suppressed murmur of ad
d, os every eye was riveted
he bride's yount,r, (item—,
.9, no awkwardness to ridi
midity, as softening and as
. floated round her, as she
etrothed before' the altar.
leton were their attehdahts.
iqal robes, stood tip and
ny, when they suddenly
l e the
e the bride away? - At this
le-looking man, still itt the
ward.and gave away—his
e for extdanation, and the
. ,1 •
're of Ernest Dunmore.
mucediateiy 'changed places,
ntb the Whole fashionable"
priielia the good man pro
d Harry 'Hazleton man and
btosai yoti my, beautiful
hdppy KMi your v • oUng
ffireingp r folded Stella in
v bite brow 'fondly:, .
it Was indeediter father, and
I , around his iieek'and press
leheek:- ' • •
in surprisp,giperhaps this
eno !the stronger, to
hie bOotn, containing two
miniatures—one, evidently a likenes
the other the very counterpart of the
"NoUr mother, looked just, us you d
I married her," said :tlr. May, regard
daughter with eyes dim with tears.]
" But!we parted in bitterness, and we
and when I repented and went to se
she had gone none ;knew whither.
learned her mournful fate; but I Ott h
have been for many years. to-day, ,
Beaten bless those who have been
and he lookedgratefully at Isidore,
to her husbanth
"I always knew Stella May won
mance."
,ct A'nd so we must go South, first,
the orange flowers and myrtles nrou
romantic, home, mpst weT' said Ern
he handed his bride into the earriag
Italy afterwards?"
"If be wishes It, Ernest. But,
eiiiiiosion I have dropped one cif — rny
•'Oh! never mii4l, dear," said' Er]
little white glove out of hie vest poet
ing it to his wife with a very demur.
"this will answer." '
"The glove I lost last fall!" said tt
look of wonder.
" Ahem!" said Ernest
A Visit to Mount Ve
I shall omit the description of th
sions, and describe my visit at midni
mit or Mount Vesuvius. ' Stepping
numerous' tiacres on t' , e stand, at
hist evening I was at Naples,.l w
alone for Kesina, at the toot of the
miles from the city. The ride alo
through the pretty -suberbs, with the
the waters of the bay, the approa
and the development of the red
(bawl, the mountain was a rare sight
was seated on a puny, attended b
mounted, and having u large torch.
and animals are at the station alw
there is a tariff of, prices for them.
der the direction of the police, who
watch iilng the route half way up t
route to the hermitage i's a circuitu
quired nearly three hours. From th
view is had of the Bay and City of
lava stream and belchings of cinder:
and lava every few minutes from th
stream, which a few days since had
es, now merged together, was about
three or four - rods wide, and lost
space on the mountain side, where,
coaled. The'crater, which is a regil
top of the mountain, was sprinkled 1
red-hot pieces from the beichings,
from the crater, in nearly a perpend
'great height, then falling . on the cid
and rolling down the sides.
Havit g ascended a few miles ahoy
at the termination of the path, an,
practicable for e horse to go, our an
and then came the most difficult asc
Tha whole . mountain, rising ,steep
mile, want a mas 4 of volcanic - matte
ditii;ront eruptiolis, and composed o
lava, and- cinder S; and beside and
i l
beds no th ing by ashes , which is o
substance It is impnsible o ascend
god beds or roc e, and equ lly so tc ,
sand, where you cannot k ep your
way is to go along the ed e of lavt
foothold in the sand as mu h as pos
on to the rocky edge; but t io'n we :
1
4 0 114..clitt.WX-.4earlY .1341 ...wil, fra
light, stOpping,•every few moment,
exha:ted :tretigth and roc ver brew
eleven o'clock at' the su tmlt. I
negtion thdt there are tw. attenda
log of the ascent to assist, by rope.
traveler;' but i refusedthei oars', n
outdone by a,guide. Rest ng a fell
wetting our dry throats, 1 e starter;
the•cruter, and, - gropping ' ur way
the immense masses of la a, in le
hour we *ere withimeacl irot the t.
which rolled down the craer. Hel
view the showers above, Which se
they would on owl heads.
sight, and at every erupti.n the ro,
cussion within the crater , dded mu
In returning we passed o ,er beds
hot, which had been ejecf , d from
four days' prev:ous. Ha ing a rri%
the descent was over a be. of sand'
cumbered with a single tone, an,
and rapid one; for, what with the
every stride ‘t.as equal to .ix feet, t
rapid from the impetus fo ward, tin
matter to keep our cquilib iurn.
us to where we left our I
and which ha 4 taken an
OVetCtOttle
Remounting our nags,
station, where, having pa
in the (lucre which bud w
solitude of the early mar
along the road to Naples,
glad I had been, and not
13ostuti
dal Itogion
Et tract of a lent r addre!
kin to the Xavy Depar
MONTIIRRY, (Cali
"This part of CaWorld
of great excitement from
extensive gold region on II
menu) river. MI our to‘l
gold is obtained on tl
three feet deep—the woH
axe and shovel to, dig up t
*wash it in. Many men,
and June last, obtained ti
I have niy.ielf see,, eight
age filly ddllars each per
I was with! them. This
has been finli4l, over a tru e,
We ; understand there
in Wnshit4tcli about ti
„inn, with ;specimens of
of Culiforniln nre rapidly
Yet Mr. Webster once s
thins Were not worth n dl
this (Weription that the
recede!
We have had the plea
Shipman Edward Fitzge
evening in the southern
es faun Commodore Jon
navy agent at Monterey,
Pas on the Ist of Angu•
Pacific to Vera Croy,
period of 10 ilnys—from
miles) NI 48 hours.
Ills 'despatches, and
*flogs, enntirm ,what is
above of this new El Do f
nothing like this gold r;
by aeeident'.. The ice
towns, the seamen the
of gold, which is said to
surfaee in great abut,*
details last evening,at t'
them out this morning.
tonibb our reatiers in our
IE7- A writer,spookin
stirs that he should not
no tin t n the night to visit
niwife that was a physlt
her called our, a n d kept
NUMBE
Num
of himself,
ride.
now, when
ng his bright
e both proud;
rch for her,
1 hare at last
!Tier than I
daughter.—
ina to you,"
ho whispered
d have a NI,
nd roam amid
d your lather's
st Dunmore as
, "and go to
really, in the
loved."
/ebt, taking o
•et and hand
countenance,
!ol bride, with a,
uvitts.
:le other excul-- !.
!lit to the sum
into one of t1.,1
:is o'clock, the
s, on my way
mountain, lire
ig ,the shorce,
setting st:n on
h of darkness,
tream of lava
,In an hour I
~ a guide, also
These guides
ays ready, and
They are un-
nantain a's;rict
he ascent. The
is one, awl re
mce a beautiful
.Naples, and the.
, red-hot stones,
a crater. The
several bra nch
a mile:long, and
'tself in 'a level
it collected and
liar cone' on the
with myriads of
which shOt up
cular line, to a
pe of the crater,
the hermitage,
I t ! as far as it is
mall were tied,
nt Fever made.
above us for a
thrown up by
beds of rocks,
between these
a coarse black
over the rug
go up over the
foothold. The
keeping your
.iblo by holding
lipped at • every
• to recruit our
h, we arrived at
have forgot to
is at the begin—
: the exhausted
.t wishing to be
moments, and
for the foot of
.ver and among
t than half' au
i d pieces of lava
le we tarried to
-med as though
It was a fearful
obling and con
-11 to the scene.
f lava yet quite
Ithe crater only
led at the brink,
and ashes unin
-1 it was a 'novel
step and slide,
Ind they were so
kit was no easy
len minutes bru't
iilc in distance,-
. much labor to
rses, a t
tour of s
due time at the
e, I took my seat
eturn, and in the
rapidly whirled
and aking limbs,
go again—Cor.
se were i;
the no.'
ited my
I•
i s r i g th :t s.
ar '
i ishing to
. fCalifo
sed by
mend, du
liontas 0. Lim
id
fly 1, ISIS.
MEE
esent in a stato
Idkcovery • .of un
e s of the Sacra
coining Vacated.
of the earth to
ring only a pick
a tin • pat) to
.
a is at pr,
he late
he branc
, ns are bt
, e surfuc
men nee
'te dirt, u
luring th
.0 10 thir
• months of Muy
y dollars per duy.
company) avcr
o or three duys,l .
public land, undL ,
intuited miles',"
en (in t
ay fur t%
old is on
t of °tie
ire fuller
Is extrao
he gold.
Idevelopi
lid that tli
!liar! is
l ehigs art.
detuils received
dinury gold re.
The resources
g themseh•es.—.
l ese new acquisi
it a country -of
to ret-,
!log Passed-Mid
whoarrived last
brings despatch.
Ir. Larkin, our
a. lie left San
aveled from the
recedented short
, Yera Cruz (275
lure of se,
aid Beale
oat. li
es, and,
Californ
t, and t
the tin)
lexica t
mints he hiinself
Larkin's letter
i'ere is said to be
.ently discvered
re deserting tho
sels, iii svatch
etl over a large
'o received these
!n hour to brio::
II mouse' and as .
IF'cts 1 / 4 • Union.
- I
the ucc
aid is NI
ado. T
Tion, re
!tellies
be gath6
ance.
m late
They wi i
ext pap 1
!female iihysicatia •
[e his Wife called
mat), If we had
mould like to bare)
against
Ice to ha
an other
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