The Centre reporter. (Centre Hall, Pa.) 1871-1940, February 08, 1883, Image 3

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    AB
FIFTY T0.DAY.
Senn
[The following lines written for the Lands
dale (Pa.)" Re; orter,” are from the pen of Mrs
A. R, James, 01 New Britain, Pa.]
Fifty to-day! How the years go by
Both with cares and joys well strewn,
There's an infant's ory, the shout of a boy;
And next, a man full grown,
The parents, who guided our childhoods
steps,
Have long since been laid away ;
There are onildren still to brighten our home,
But we are the old folks to-day.
Yes, the years go swiftly and silently on;
Some full of sorrow and pain |
And some, so full of hope and joy
They make us young again,
#But God is God to the sorrowing,
By night as well as by day,”
And our tears shall be dried forever
When he wipeth them all away.
Aud if another year we see
Roll in the ages past,
May there be no sad repinings
For Joys that could not last ;
May there be no painful heart throbs
For the golden days misspent,
Or base ingratitude to God
For any mercy sent,
We are getting along to the time of life
When childish sports and ways
Are only memories of the past
Of early, happler days—
We are getting along where the resy tints
Of life are not se bright,
‘Where the “orb of day" bas turned to meet
The coming hours of night,
For the hours of night will surely come;
fhe sun will sink to rest,
Rut to rise aga!n with & new-born light,
Flooding mountain and ocean crest,
*Tis & beautiful sigut when tue King of day
Drops the sable mantle of night,
More gorgeoas tho’, when at midday
The monarch is clothed with light;
But grander far when the purp.e tints
Soften the orim: on hue,
And white, flecoy ciouds enhance the scene
As they float away io the blue,
Bo it is with the life that bas nobly borne
The burden and heat of the day,
For the soul has grown purer and fairer to
see,
Tho’ the body has gone to decay.
Oh! may it be ours to resemble the sun
In his glorious onward way;
And the night of our life be LiLo bestof our Lite
Tho’ we've had a long bright day.
QOutwitting the Brigands,
It was on such a morning as we fog-
nurtured islanders seldom witness at
home, that I stood upon the deck of
the good steamer Coumoundourous,
watching the nearing shores of the
Pirmeus, which, ax all the world knows
or should know, is the port of the
classic city of Athers. The beautiful
uncleuded sky; the bright outline of
the sun-bathed coat; the air laden
with the scent of the distant Hymet-
tus; the far eminence with the grand
old Acropolis standing out white and
bold in the clear stmosphere; and
close at hand the moldering tomb of
Themistocles—all combined to arouse
such poetic fancies in my mind that I
forgot for thé moment tne prosaic
business upon whieh I had come. The
screaming engine ¢f the busy little
railway which carries the traveler
from the Pi:mus to Athens, soon re-
minded me, however, that I was ac-
credited with a mission from a Lon-
don Greek firm to their (riends in the
Atticeity ; and I was soon whirling
over the sacred ground
Where history gives te every rood a page!
We passed the monoments of those
doughty champions of the War of In-
dependence. K:raiskakis and Misu
lis, and many other objects of intercst ;
and after a ride of three or four miles
I found myself at my destination,
After a few days I certainly had a
very pleasant time of it, the few hours
werk each day acting or ly as a stimu-
lus to my varied pleasures ; and, hav.
ing examined the Acropolis and
lunched by the fallen pillar of Jupit.r,
seated myself in the ruins of the Pnyx
—whence Demosthenes declaimed
and Pericles evolved his plans—I
locked around, like Alexander, for
more worlds to conquer.
I thereupon consulted my genial but
unwashed host, Kyrie Antonio Perl
eles Pappademetracopoulos—who, al-
though Plato was to him a text-book
and the ss yings of Bocrates as familiar
as the story of Tomn y and Harry to
an English scnoolboy, was always as
dirty as a sweep—upon the propriety
of betaking myself to where
The mountains look on Marathon,
And Marathon looks on the sea,
For one might as well go to Zgypt
without visiting the Pyramids, or to
Rome without entering St. Peter's, as
to "do" Greece and leave Marathon
unexplored. And when my host tried
to dissuade me by assuring me that a
Greek gentieman’s ear had been sent
a fortnight before by the brigands to
Is obstinate relatives, to hurry the
for his ransom, it so
ed my blood that I vowed I would
go if I returned as close cropped as an
English terrier. Bo away we started—
myself and Themistocles, the son of
mine host, a sallow, unshaven youth,
dirtier than his father--mounted upon
two high-spirited donkeys, our ‘revol-
vers well primed and our commissariat
stocked
well stot) Kirie?” sho uted my 1 cn
named host as we cantered off.
“Never fear,” I replied, waving my
revolver defiantly, snd feeling that I
should be greatly disappointed it the
rascals did not show themselves,
On we went, enjoying the scenery
and holding a hybnd conversation
Teo 45 brakeen. Eugiise and I in sadly
orsma constantly. apheod ing
wT entirely forgot that there
istence.
“Now," sald I to Themistocles, after
a ride of some hours, during which
my appetite had become unpleasantly
sharpened, ‘let us look about for a
spot where we can bivoua¢ in come
fort.”
We soon found a delightful place,
sheltered all round, save where
through a small opening we obtained
a view of a charming landscape, Dis-
mounting and allowing our animals
to refresh themselves on the grass,
we soon made havoc of the good things
we had brought. I was lying upon
my back smoking a cigaretie after the
meal, gazing dreamily at the blue
firmament, and, being too lazy to rise,
had called on Themistocles to pass the
bottle.
“Has the fellow gone to sleep?”
thought I, still indisposed to turn my
head. “Themistocles!”
But Themistoeles heard me not;
and when 1 raise myself upon my el-
bow I saw him standing, as if struck
dumb and motionless with fear, star.
ing upon the opening, Instinetively
I leaped up and clutched my revolver;
but before I took a step the cause of
Themistocl:s’ fear became apparent;
and thre: shaggy forms behind three
blunderbusses aimed direct at me
made me ful'y aware that I was in the
presence of those scourges of Greece,
the brigands ! But oh! what a mets
morphosis! Where were the natty
green jackets with silver buttons, the
plumed hats and the foul ensemble
of the brigands of my youth of the
operas and the picture books? Three
ragged, disreputable-looking fgures,
clad in greasy sheepskins and dir'y
clothes, unkempt, unshaven, took the
place of those tinseled heroes, and
with siern gestures and muttered
threats ordered us to follow them.
My first thought was resistance, but
when Ishowed the slightest signs the
three bell-mouthed muskeis were
bent toward me, and I feit that the
odds were too many, and, determined
to wait events, grimly submitted to
be led down the mountain by our
unsavory guldes,
At lnat, after winding through ra-
vines and hollows, across glens and
over mountain paths innumerable,
his most unpleasant journey ended
by our guides calling a halt as we
gained the summit of an eminence
surrounded by (rees and tall rocks,
forming an extraordinary natural for-
tress. Beneath our feet, in a deep ra-
vine, with seemingly butone outlet, and
excellently sheltered by overhanging
follage, was the camp of the brigands;
aud here we found the rest of the
shaggy ruffians—with theexception of
one who stood sentinel—erjoying
thelr siesta with Indolent content,
A shrill whistle soon brought the
rascals to thelr feet ; and rushing up
to meet us, they displayed a dozen of
man race ss could well be found,
Be zing our seses by their bridles they
relieved our captors and led us down
the ravine; and having roughly as
sisted us to dismount, brought us into
the presence of the chief of the bani.
“ Bravo, lads! excellent !”” he shout-
ed, as his sparkling eyes bent upon us
in delight ; and after & cursory exami
nation we were conducted, amid the
excited gesticulations of the brigands,
and without undue ceremony, intoa
dark cavern within the ravine,
“ Shiver my maintops !" exclaimed
a voice as I groped my way in ; “they
might give us searoom, the vagabonds,
and not land us in this lubberly creek ;
and now they are shoving more craft
in to anchor 1”
“ Haul in, Jack, old chum,” answer
ed the other; “we must make the
best of a bad job, mate.”
To say that my hesrt leaped to my
mouth st hearing such unexpected
words and finding myself in the com-
pany of my own countrymen would
no more than describe the cheering
sensation that thrilled through me.
“ What cheer, mates 2?’ I cried in
the darkness, Answering exclamas-
tions of astonishment greeted my
words; and In a few minutes our
stories were told, and I learned that
my new-found friends were the Cap
tain and the supereargo of a ship then
lying in the port of the Pirmus, who,
seeking a like object, had met with a
similar fate to my own.
“And now,” said Captain Jack
Jenkins, ‘how are we to gel out of
this scrape? If I had Tim snd Joe
and Black Tom, each with a cutlass
and a barking-iron here, we'd soon
make a passage, I'd warrant!”
“That's all very well,” sald Will
Johnsen, the supercarge; '‘but we
haven't, If I'd but the opportuniiy
given me, I'd guarantee"
Whatever the supercargo was about
to say was cut short by the advent of
two shock -heads nt the little opening
of our prison, and two harsh voices
ealling us—as my guide Themistocles
informed us—to partake of a feast ; for
we learned afterward that the chief,
in commemoration of having made
such a good haul, had decided to allow
us, his prisoners, to partake of the
general festivi'y, But ss a prelimi.
nary, we had to undergo an examina
- | anticipated ransoms, First, we were
Captain using language mther wo
strong for ¢ transition to o these linen, 1 to
the great amusement of his tormen-
tors, who, with shuuilar gestisulations
to his, endeavored to imitate the sound
of the Captain's words, which, of
course, only added to his wrath and
their hilarity.
“You uncombed, dir'y faced vagn-
bonds !” he shouted, “if I had a few
of you aboard the Annie Martin I'd
twist your ugly heads over the yard:
arm in the twinkling of a jiffy 1”
Of course, they only laughed the
louder at his impotent rage, and I
thought it quite as well that they did
not understand the language in which
he gave 1t vent,
The operation of stripping us of our
valuables gave me an opportunity to ob-
servetheappearanceof mycompa nions
Captain Jenkins was the beau-ideal of
an English seaman. In age about 85,
of a large and robust bulld, a face
broad, manly and bearded, and limbs
such as would delight a sculptor to
copy. His helght was nearly six feet,
and he had an air of command about
him which was doubtless bred of his
occupation. The supercargo, Will
Johnson, was perhaps ten years
younger; nearly as tall as his friend,
strong and active : and take us sll to-
gether—for I am of no mean stature
myself—-we were three men who,
under anv circumstances, would be no
disgrace to our couniry; and if any
opportunity should arise for an attempt
at an escape I felt certain that we
should give as goed an account of our-
selves as any scratch three, here or
there,
Having satizsfled themselves of Lhe
value of my late father's watch, which
I parted from with some emotion, and
of the intrissic worth of the Captain’s
gold chronometer, as well as the su-
percargo’s watch and diamond ring,
we were interrogated, through Themi-
stocles, as to our means, For myself,
the name of the firm [ was traveling
for scted with a talismanie ¢ fect upon
them. and [ was immediately assessed
—potwithstanding my protestations
at three hundred pounds. At this
price, too, the Captaln’s freedom was
valued ; while the unfortunate super
cargo—whose business they persisted
in confounding with that of owner of
the cargo and ship—was unanimously
voted to be worth twice cur ransom,
Having arranged this matter to their
own satisfaction, if not to ours, we
were told to sit down and enjoy our
selves with what appetite we could
muster.
The smell of the roast lamb and the
freshly-baked mesl-cakes, however,
BOON Aroused plessanter sensations,
and dimmed for a time the mem: ry
cf our griefs: more especially so as,
under the apparent certainty of ob
taining his booty, the chief condes
cended to be quite patron zing toward
us, earv. ng the joints himself for us,
and delicately handing on the point of
a dagger eur several portions. After
we had satisfied our hunger with the
more solid viands we were regaled
with dried fruits as dessert, and a
large jar of a peculiar sherry colored,
but bad-tasting, wine of a resinous
flaver—which Themistocles described
as the common wine of the country—
was brought in and set down in the
midst of us. This we told them we
could not drink, and the chief very
generously ordered us a couple of bot-
ties from his own particular store,
doubtless the proceeds of raid upon
some well-to-do householder.
Will Johnson after a time managed
to ingratiate himself in the favor of
our shaggy host and his friends | y his
genial happy mauner and frank bear-
ing, favoring the company with many
remarks, which, translated by The
m stocles, evidently pleased them,
When, too, by sleightof-hand-—in
which he was an adept-—he performed
some simple tricks, and gave them =»
music-Jall song with a rollicking
chorus, and wound up with a horn.
pipe accompanied by the Captain
with a pocket-comb and a piece o
paper, the general enthusisem knew
no bounds, and the beetle-browed
yagabonds lasughed till the tears rolled
down thelr cheeks,
Will now became on such excellent
terms with them all that he proceeded
to take some freedom with them;
and when he snatched the horn
from the cup-Learer, and installed
himself in that official’s place,
Iadling the wine out of the wide
mouthed jar and handing it round,
to the company, his triumph was
complete,”
“For heaven's sake!” said he, as he
passed us, “don’t take ary of this
stuff, and don’t drink much of your
own."
“Never fear,” sald Jenkins, making
a wry face; ‘one taste is sufficient.”
Avd so Will went round with the
cup, making a comical remark to this
one, and a grimace at that, until the
ohief—evidently fearing from their
hilari'y that they were taking too
much--ordered them to desist from
drinking and return to their several
duties,
Meanwhile, we were sent back into
our dungeon, with a sentinel stationed
at the opening.
“Not a word,” whispered Will, as
continued, “that
tioned, “this is a stopper out of my
medicine chest,”
“To be wure it Is, Jack,” returned
Will ; “and I must apologize for the
liberty of taking your laudanum
phial ; but my confounded back-tooth
was 80 palnful on board the ship last
night that I got up and tock it, and
luckily forgot to return it this morn.
ing. You must debit me with the
bottle and its contents, for I dropped
them both into the vagabonds’ win
jar 1?
“What!”
breath.
“Now, stop your clappers I” contin
ued the supercargo. ‘Jack, you know
I’m not bad atsleight-of-hand tricks.
Well, in the first place, having con-
trived to secrete the bottle while the
blackguards were relieving me of my
valuables, and then having atiained
the position of walter, what was easier
than to wriggle the bottle down ny
sleeve, whip out the stopper, and drop
the lot into their swipes; giving the
bottle a 2rack and stirring the lands
pum up, every time I dipped the horn
into it!"
“Bravo, Will!" eried the Captain,
seizing his hand and giving ita hearty
shake. “If that’s the case, we're safe;
for the black-faced rascals won’t wake
up for a dozen hours, I'll ve bound,
There! our guard has dropped off al-
ready”
And pure enough, the drowsy ruf-
flan bad planted himself right across
the opening and was snoring loudly.
“Now for it!” cried the impetuous
Jack Jenkins, rising.
“Hold hard!” said Will
them get well off.”
“Bo.settling ourselves down for half
an hour we talked the matter over,
At the end of this time we sent the
trembling Themistocles to see how
things were outside ; and after peep-
ing over the prostrate sentinel he
gave us to understand that they were
all sleeping except three, and they
were retiring to the further end of the
ravine, and would in a minute be out
of sight.
“Capital”! sald Will, with suppress-
ed excitement. “Now, each take a
pistol and a cutlass from the fellows
and follow me.”
we all exclaimed in a
“Let
One after another we stepped across
the sleeping brigand at the entrance,
Will relieving him of his pistol, dirk
and binnderbuss, while the captain
and I stood by ready to give him his
quietus at the slightest sign of his
waking. Then the four of us, gliding
like ghosts, assisted ourselves to
whatever weapons we could most
easily lay hands upon; and, as The-
mistocles was not of much use for
fighting, we gave him the bag contain.
the side of the sleeping chiel—ns well |
as several spare pistols to earry. Pick |
ing our way without speaking a word,
we advanced toward the open end of |
the ravine, and just sa we torned
around a jutting piece of rock we saw
the three sentinels, seemingly iu earn-
esl conversation,
“Halt,” whispered Will.' ‘Now for
# rush !” and each singling out his
man and clutching his rifie by the
barrel-—-for we avoided the noise of
shooting—we sprang forward. Al
most simultaneously, and before the
enemy bad time to observe us we
were upon them, and three riflestocks
descended upon three shock heads
with such force that two of the fellows
dropped like stones, Thestock of my
rifie glanced off the hard head of the
antagonist and creshed against the
rock. With a stifled cry he turned,
but in an Instant my hand was upen
his throat, and the sound died in his
gullet, while with the strengih of des
peration I dashed his head against
the wall-like rock, and after a strug
gle, In which he wounded me with
his dagger, he fell from my grasp, ap-
parently lifeless.
“Now,” said the captain, “where
are the donkeys? Come, Greeky!”
he cried to Themistocles; “bear a
hand ;"” and, looking around, we es
pied our four animals just as we left
them, but with a brigand sitting by
them. Here was an unlooked for ren-
coutre! He was fully a hundred yards
off, and to get at him we would have
to cross a small jlatean.
“Leave him to me !"’ oriel Jenkins;
preparing to rush forward. Bat under
the advice of the supercargo he stop.
ped. We could have picked him off
eaddly, but dared not for the noise of
the rifles,
“Hang it!” impatiently muttered
Jenkins, “we shall be trapped again,
after all ;” and without farther parley
the impetuous fellow started off, run.
ning on the tips of his toes with a
drawn cutlass in one hand and a pistol
in the other. Just as he was within a
few yards of the brigand the Iatler
turned round, and seeing how matters
rtood sade for his rifle, which was
leaning against a tree sn few yards off;
but a revolver hurled deftly by Will
Johnson—for we had all followed
oatohing him directly in the face so
effectual y stopped his progress that
he fell stunned to the ground.
*“You persist in doing all the work,”
hat us, dda ott we go!” and in
R motut Wo was on dus sah,
Greek companion, were making with
break neck speed for Athens. Up
hill, down dale, on we went for a
couple of hours without stopping or
meeting a human being ; then, just 1s
we were about to cross the summit of
mountain at which we had arrived, a
harmless-looking peasant wished us
“good-day,”’ and was about to pass on.
“Belize him!” cried Themistocles ;
“he’s a scout.”
Bo seize him we did, for caution’s
sake ; and as there were no trees near,
we tied his hands and legs together,
and left him begging for mercy. But
there was no wercy in us, more espe
cially as Themistocles explained that
there was such & curious and myste
rious connection between the brigands
and villagers that 1t was by no means
unlikely ~had we allowed him to go
est village and roused a swarm of seri-
brigands about us.
Having traveled for four hours, and
as our asses could scarcely get along
for fatigue, we called a halt; and, after
resting ourselves and watering our
animals, we continued our journey
until late at night we reached Athens,
where, round the hospitavle board of
our host, we soon forgot our troubles,
Chambers’ Journal.
The Fashions.
Stylish Trimmings.
In the trimmings of this season the
two extremes of utility or elegance are
at once observable, and this is as it
should be, A walking toilette does
not demand the elegance of garniture
deemed necessary for a dress to be
worn at a reception or ball, while the
medium between the twe would be
equally undesirable for either purpose,
The eloth or stufl gown is nowadays
combined with some contrasting ma
terial, decorated with braid or orns-
mented with self-trimmings; while
laces, soft chenille fringes, embroi.
deries or pearl fringes are allowed to
run riot on the evening eostume. In
the softened light of the drawing-room
the latter look aa if they were direct
im portations from fairy-land, while in
the dsy time and under the bold gsze
of thesun they seem conspicuous and
one is tempted to say, tawdry. By
the way, that word ‘tawdry’ is de-
rived from Bt, Audrey, at which place
fairs were held, where bargain-seeking
dames were induced to buy worthless
things because they were cheap.
Practically, Bt. Audrey's still exists,
and the same results follow all pur
chases made there—i, e., dissatisafac
tion, The old seying that “nothing
is cheap unless one wants it,” isas true
to-day ss when some wise body first
Oa cloth costumes braid garniture is
A few such coos
tumes are trimmed with rows of velvet
pe greater in the future. Boutache,
Hercules and tubular braid are all in
use, the preference being given to the
drst two. With the soutache either
elaborate designs or plain lines are
followed, but with the Hercules a
fancy iu noted for architectural effects
in large outlines upon plain skirts
The drapery is then ornamented with
pisin rows of braid, and the basque
with braided culls and revers. A 0os-
tume after thisstvle is of the brightest
terracotta cloth ; the braiding reaches
quite to the knees, snd is done with
bisck Hercules brald.
A nis
Influence of a Name.
am———
When one reflects how much of a
man's success in life depends upon his
name—how ridiculous he may bz
made by being called Peter Potter or
Loveland Bnooks—it is really sad that
parents pay so little attention to the
effect of their choloe upon the future
of their children. They will register
their first born as Muoggins Macpher.
son, if they happen to have a rich
uncle who boasts Muggins as his sur.
name ; they will spoil a pretty patron
ymie by christening their ctild Jere-
miah Seymour or Aminabab Clifford ;
they will even turn him out anony-
mous'y upou the world with such an
apology for a cognomen as John Smith
or William Jones, Patrick O'Brian, or
Angus Cameron. And yet a little
fancy or a little care might make an
have known a man whose whole oa
reer was embittered and darkened by
the culpable cruelty of his parents in
christening him Barnabas. He was
naturally known as Barabbas from
his school days onward and only the
force of great innate integrity oan pos.
sibly have saved him from faally
turning out a robber and a cut-throat,
As it was, he refused knighthood se a
colonial judge, because he could not
bear the idea of-being addressed as Sir
Barnabas,
Demorest for Feorus:y is one of the
brightest of the leading magazines of
the country, It is filled with the
Fious Reflections.
The greatest pleasure of life is loving;
the great plessure, content ; the great
est possession, health ; the greatest
eusne, sleep ; and the greatest medicine,
a true friend.
All we want in Christ we shall find
In Christ. If we want little we shall
find little, if we want much, we shall
find much; and if in utter helpless~
ness we cast our all on Christ, He
will be to us the whole treasury of
God.
Faithful prayer always implies cor.
relative exertion; and no man can
ask honestly and hopefully to be de.
livered fiom temptation, unless he
has himself honestly and firmly de-
termined to do the beet he can to keep
out of it,
Do not wade far out into the dan-
gerous sea of this world’s comfort, —
Take what the good God provides you
but say of it, “It j asseth away, for in-
deed it is but a temporary supply for
tsmporary need.” Never suffer your
goods to become your God,
Talleyrand's Advice.
In these days there is much said
about reforming chi stianity, or possi
bly of putting it aside altogether, and
replacing it with what 1s called ‘The
Religion of Humanity.” The sugges-
tions are not novel, The religion of
Christ had scarcely made its way in
the world before men were ready with
improvements of its methods and sub~
stitutions for its doctrines.
But chrietiavity still lives, and few,
save students of ecclesiastical history,
can recall the seores of its imitations.
The theophilanthropist Lareveliere-
Lepeaux once confided to Talleyrand
his chagrin. He had labored to bring
into vogue a sort of improved chris-
tianity, whieh should be both a be
pevolent and a rational religion.
With expressions of mortifications
he admitted that he had failed, for
the skeptical age would have nothing
to do with his improved religion.
“What, my friend, shall I do?” Le
mournfully asked,
The wily ex-bishop ana diplomas
politely condoled with the disappoint.
ed reformer. He hardly knew, he
said, what to advise in 8s matier ro
difficult as the improvement of chris
tianity. *‘Suil,” said he, after a mo-
ment’'s pause, and with a smile,
“there is one plan you might try.”
“I recommend to you,” he said, “lo
be crucified for mankind, sad to rise
again on the third day I"
It was a lightning flash, and the
reformer stood, at least for the moc.
ment, awed and reverent before the
stupendous fact suggested by the great
diplomat,
——
What is plagiariem? Among all
the questions connected with literary
criticism there is, perhaps, none to
which it is more difficult to give a sat-
isfactory answer, Of course iil is easy
enough to define plagiarism in the ab-
stract as a form of theft, the things
stolen being thoughts, phrases images
and the like; the difficulty is to de-
cide whether in this or in that case
the offense has really been committed.
Sometimes the evidence for the ao
cuser may be obviously too crushing
to be set saide; such ss when a ser
mon or an essay or a poem which pro
fesse to be the work of one man is
discovered to be identical, sentence
for sentence and word for word, with
the previous work of somebody else.
In sueh a case it is tolerably clear
that deliberate “conveyance,” Pistol
loved to describe it, must have been
practiced by preacher or tssayist, or
poet No. 2. Literature is, however,
full of duplicates, the existence of
which cannot by any means be so
readily explained. Some thoughts
have a trick of turning up again and
sgain in the same kind of dress, and,
though sometimes the similarity of
costume is s0 marked as to strongly
suggest a suspicion of literary larceny,
the kindly critic Is generally free to
believe either that the reproduction
has been unconsciots—a vague remi-
niscence having been mistaken for an
original ides—or that the correspond-
ence is altogether fortuitous, and that
two minds have hit not only upon the
same thought, but the same form of
expression, while working in entire
independence of each olber,
©. blessed health ? thou ait above
all gold and treasure ; ‘tis thou who
enlargest the soul, and openest all ite
powers to receive instruction, and to
relish virtne. He that hes thes, has
little more to wish for! and he that is