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Songs.
Alone on Earth I Wander, as sung by Mlle. Parodi, 25
Annie the Pride of my Heart, by Winner, 25
Aunt Harriet Beecher Stowe, by Stephan', 25
Annie Laurie, as sling by Miss A. Mandervill, 25
Ave Maria, 'oy Timken, . 25
Adi.n to the Village, by Mrs._Elmes, 25
Auld Lang Syne, by Burns, 8
Bruise not my Heart, by Hargrave, 25
By the Sad Sea Waves, as sung by Pared', ' 25
The Baby Show, by CO'lman, 25
Buttonwood Tree, by Winner, 25
Brides Farewell, by Williams, 12;4*
Bonnie Bessie Gray, by Glover, 25
Bay of Biscay'o, as sling by Mrs. Parodi, 25
Come out sweet maiden, by Stewart, 25
Child of the Regiment, arranged by Glover, 25
Cot in the Valley, by !Lewitt, 25
Carry Ray or Down the Willow Hollow, by Colman, 25
Death of Lady Wallace, by T. P. Campbell, 25
Darling, Nelly Gray, by Handy, 25
Down the Burn Davy love. by Burns, 25
Death of Ringgold, by Cooledge, 25
Dream is Past, by Glover, 25
Dermot Astore, by Crouch, • 25
Dearest! I think of Thee! by Crouch, 25
Ever of Thee, by Hall, 25
Far, Far away from Thee, by Hewitt, 12;4
Farewell if ever Fondest Prayer, by Berriut, 25
Gaily through life wonder, by 'Verdi, 25
Gentle Annie, by Foster, 25
Gentle Annie will you ever, by Forister, 25
Genius of' the Spring, by Maria B. Hawes, 25
Gleam of Autumn ' s Golden Days, by Colman, 25
Grave of Uncle True, by Colman,. 25 -
Gra Gist Machree, an Irish Ballad, by Crouch, 25
"Ho sleeps but not 'mid the Arctic snows," inscribed to
the memory of Dr. E. L. Kane, by Beckel, 25
Hard times come again no more, by Foster, 25
Hear me, Norma, 37 1 A.
Here's a health to thee Mary,,by Rodwell, 123,?,
Home Sweet Home, by Bishop, 25
Happy Moments now Returning, by Wieland, (G uitar.) 25
• I'm dreaming or thee, by Lee,
I would not die in Spring time, by Moore,
I'll hang my harp on a willow tree, by Guernsey,
I've Rowers to sell, by Golding,
I have no Mother now, by Mortimer,
In my Heart an Image Dwolleth, by Magruder.
I have no Joy but in thy Smile by Gosden,
I'll pray for thee, from Donizetti,
In a Lone Quiet Spot, by Hewitt,
In Vain I Seek for Joys Abroad, by Ulmo,
I'm Leaving thee in sorrow, Annie, by Baker,
It is better to Laugh than be Sighing, by Donizetti,
I have no Mother now, by Magruder,
John Anderson my Jo, by Hazelnch,
Juanita, Spanish Ballad, by Norton,
Kate Kearney, by Bradley,
Hattie Avourneen, by Crouch,
Kathleen Mavourneen, by Crouch,
Kind Words will never Die, by Horace Waters,
Kiss me Quick and Go, by Buckley, (Guitar)
Life is bat an empty dream, by Westrop,
Lillee Lee, by Glover,
Long and Weary Day,
Little Nell, by Boswell,
List to the Convent Bells, by Blockley,
Lays of the Night, by Glover,
Lela, by Hargrave,
Lilly Clyde, by Hargrave,
Let us Meet, by Colman,
My Mother Dear, by Lover,
My Native Island, by Langlotz,
My Native Home, by Deems,
My Sister Dear, by Auber,
My Mountain Kate, by Hewitt,
Moonlight on the Ocean, by Beckel,
May Breeze, by Kappes,
Memory, ballad, by H. G. Thunder,
Music and her Sister Song, by Glover,
Maniac Maher, by Hargrave,
Marseilles Hymn, by De Lisle,
Massa's Old Plantation, by Lake,
My Native Land Adieu, by Belisle,
Maiden of the Rhine,
Nestle thou Little One, by 11.faison,
Natalie, the Miller's aughter, by Bochsa,
Ohl No they shalt not see me weep,
Oh! Soon Return, by Hewitt,
Oh ! Cast that Shadow from thy Brow,
Oh! Let me Weep, by Colman,
Oh! No We never talk in French,
Oh! Whisper what thou Feelest, by Richards,
Old TesSie, by Converse, (Guitar,)
Pop goes the Weasel, by Converse. (Guitar,)
Strike the harp gently, by 'Woodbury,
Serenade, by Schubert,
Something You Cannot Help Liking, by Taylor,
Speak Gently, by Morse,
Sancta Mater, a Vesper Hymn, by Colman,
Star Spangled Banner,
Shells of the Ocean, by Cherry,
Ship Wrecked Sea Boy, by Forte,
Sunny Hours of Childhood, by Parodi,
Sleep Gentle Mother, by Lemon,
Standard Watch, by Lindpaintner,
The Longing, by Porter,
Teach Oh! Teach me to Forget, by Bishop, 121 A
Tempest of the Heart, by Parodi, 35
The Heart That's Ever Thine, by Jullien, 25
The Indian Captive or the Absent Lover, Magruder. 25
The dearest spot on earth to me is home, by Wrighton, 25
Troubadour's Song, by Verdi, 2s
Twenty Years Ago, by Langlotz, 25
Vilikins and his Dinah, 25
Valley of Chamouni, by Glover, 25
What's home without a mother, by Hawthorne, 25
What are the Wild Waves Crying, by Glover, 25
We Met by Chance,-by Kucken, 25
We Met, 'twas in as Crowd, by Bayly, 25
When Night comes over the Plain, by Jeffreys, 30
When Stars are in the Quiet Skies, by Ball, 25
When the Swallows Homeward Fly, by Abt, 25
When in Hours of Anxious Sadness, 25
Within a Mile of Edinburg,
by Scotch, 25
Yankee Doodle, as sung by Mad. T. Parodi, 25
Schottisches, Polkas, Quick Steps,
Marches, Dances, it.c.
Adrianna Polka, by Mack,
Amelia Polka,
Affection Schottisch, by Southgate,
Amulet Schottisch, by Mrs. Saylor,
Amelia Schottisch, by Cooper,
Annie Laurie Schottisch, by Winner,
Amateur set of Polkas, by Bellak, each
Aeolian Polka, by Colman,
Agricultural Quick Step, by Beek,
Brother Jonathan Polka, by Porter,
Bella. Donna Schottisch, by Holden,
Bohemian Polka, by Houser,
Coral Schottisch, by Kleber,
! Circassian Polka, by Be Albert.
Cherry Valley Polka Brilliant, by Bubna,
CollegeHornpme, Fisher's Hornpipe,
:Come Soldiers Come Quicic Step,
Douglas grand march, by Walker,
'Diamond Schottisch, by Saylor,
Daybreak Polka, by Szemeleuyi,
Deliciosa Polka,
Dahlia Gallopade, by Dis ter,
Durangs Hornpipe and Money Musk,
Dandy Jim and Old Dan Tucker,
Edinburg Schottisch, by Kersoen,
Emma Polka, by Miss Emma Todd,
Eugonia Polka, by Wallersteine,
Electric Quick Step, by Borchelt%
Eugenia Dance, by Bubna,
Four Bells Polka, by Cook,
Five Bells Polka, by Cook,
Fairfield Schottisch, by Colman,
Fountain Schottisch, by Magruder,
Fairy Lake Schottisch, by black,
Fanny-Ole Schottisch, John,
Filibuster Polka, by Thunder,
Few Days or Go-a-head Quick Step, by Magruder, 25
Gipsey Polka, by Bubna, 25
Gipsey Schottische, 35
Grand Russian March, 123/,'
Gallopade Quadrille, 12343
'Hand Organ Polka, by Lisle, 25
Henrietta Polka, by Pfieffer, 12 . 3,, , j;
Hard Up Schottisch, by.Bubna, 15
Hero's Quick Step, by Schmidt, 1234.
Hail Columbia, 15
Harrisburg Serenade March, by H. Coyle, 121,."
Jenny Lind's Favorite Polka, by Wallerstein, 12 . 1,1
John Allen Schottisch, by Clark, 12 . ,2
Josephine Maznrk Dance, 35
May-Did Polka, by Jullien, 50
Lancers Quadrille, by Bubna, 35
Love Schottisch, by Cook, 40
Love, Pleasure and Mirth Gallop. ‘,:.3
$1 50
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VOL. XIV.
La Bella Donna Schottisch, by Holden, 25
Lover's Dream Schottisch, by Rork, 25
Love Not Quick Step, by Hartman, 12 3 0
Lancaster Quick Step, by 11. Coyle, 12 0
Ladies Reception March, by Fridley, 12,A
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Letitia Mazurka, Dance, by Bubna, 25
Mandaline Polka, by Mack, 25
Illusidora Polka Mazurka, by Talexy, 25
Mountain Sylph Polka, 25
Maryland Institute Schottisch, by Magruder, 38
My Partner's Polka, by Magruder, 50
Martha Quick Step, 15
Morgan Schottisch, by Bubna, 25
Mount Vernon Polka, by Mirtle, 9.8
Mount Pleasant Polka, by Boyer, 25
Marseillaise Hymn, by Spindler, 15
New York Ledger Schottisch, by Magruder, 25
New School Dances, Schottisch, by Bubna, 40
Our AmeriCan Cousin Polka, by Jarvis, 35
Opera House Polka, by Kerk, 25
Ocean Wave, by Russel, 6
Polka Des Zouaves, by Prince. 50
Pretty Dear Schottisch, 15
Peak Family Schottisch, by Kerk, 25
Pin Cushion Polka,ls
President's March, 6
Rainbow Schottisch, 35
Rochester Schottisch, 123/4
Ready Money Polka, by Bubna, 25
Rebecca Schottische, by James, 25
Remembrance Polka, by Hassler, 30
Rennie Polka, by Walker, 25
Rebecca Polka, by Vollandt, 25
Ringlet Polka, by Blasius, 25
Remembrance Quick Step, by Durocher, 25
Russian Grand March, by Spindler, 15
Russian March, 6
Reception Grand March, by Wiese], 12%
Rory O'More, 6
Silveretta Polka, by Kyle, 25
Snowdrop Schottisch, by Edwards, 25
Sontag Bouquet Schottisch, by Magruder, 35
Snow Flake Schottisch, by Bellak, 25
Sontag Polka, by D'Albert, 35
Saratoga Polka, by Korponay, 1234 .
Sultan Polka, 25 & 15
Star Company Polka, by Winner, 25
Sky Blue Polka, by Stayman, 25
Spanish Retreat Quick Step, 12
Storm March Gallop, by Bilge, 25
Sailor Boy's Set; Rat-Catcher's Daughter, &c., 25
Spanish Dance, Nos. 1 & 2, 6
Tulip Orange Polka Mazurka, by Jourdan, 25
The Gerald Polka, by Hogan, 25
Three Bells Polka, by Cook, 50
Thistle Schottisch, by Winner, 30
Traviata. Quadrille, by Ileflak, 30
The Titus March,6
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Uncle True set of Cotillions, by Marsh, 25
Vaillance Polka, 15
Wave Schottisch, by Magruder, 25
World's Fair Polka, by Beckel, 1234
Washington's March, 6
Wood Up, or the Mississippi Quick Step, by Holloway, 123/,'
Watson's Funeral March, by Kimball, 12%
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Bird Waltz, by Panormo, 25
Brightest Eye ' by Bellak, 15
Dodge Waltz, by Marsh, 123/..:
Diamond State L'olka Waltz, by Marsh, 25
Dreams of Youth Waltz, by Lcnschow, 25
Dawn Waltz, by 11. Lone!, 25
Ellin Waltz, 12//,
Evening Star Waltz, by Beyer, 25
Excursion Waltz, by Magruder, 25
Gertrnd's Dream Waltz, by Beethoven, 25
Home as a Waltz, 6
Juan Grand Waltz, 25
12 . 3,4
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12/,
Jovial Waltz. by Herz, 12%
Know Nothing Waltz, by Miss Clark, 25
Linden Waltz, by Czerny, 12,
Mollie's Dream Waltz, by Reissiger, 25
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Midnight-bour Waltz, by Wallace, •15
Moonbeam Waltz, by Bellak, 15
Morning Star Waltz, by Beyer, 25
Medallion Waltz, by Colman, 25
Ole Bull Waltz, by Allen, 1234,
Orange Waltz, by Marsh, 1'234
Prima Donna Waltzes, by Jullien, 38
Redowa Waltz, by Labitzky, 25
Shower of Diamonds, by Linter, 50
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Silver Lake Waltz, by Spindler, 13
Trivol km Waltz, 6
Traviata Waltz, 15
Airs from the most celebrated Operas,
arranged for the Piano, with and
without Variations.
Amanda Mazurka, by De Bubna, 25
Anvil Chorus, (from Il Trovatore,) 15
Anna Bolena ()atop, 15
121/.4
12 1 2
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Air Montagnard, simplified by Benoit', 15
Album from La Traviata, arranged by Detta, 25
Bohemian Girl, 15
Brighter than the Stars, by Max Tzorr, 23
Cavatina, by Hunter, 15
Drops of Water, by Ascher, 50
Don Pasquale Serenade, arranged by Spindler, 15
DrQuella Pira, from 11Trovatore, by Tzorr, 25
Fierce Flames are Raging, by Tzorr, 25
Fine Dn Regiment, by Spindler. 15
Gran Dio, from La Traviata, by Detta, 25
Gipsey Chores, from La Traviata. by Data, 25
Grave of Uncle True with variations, by Bubna, 40
Galop Bacbique, 15
Home, Sweet. Home, with brilliant Variations, 50
Hymn to the Virgin, by Schwing, 33
Home Sweet Home, 15
Hob Nob and. The Morning Star, 0
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In Whispers Soft, Sc., by Delta,
Kate Darling and Life lot us Cherish,
La Traviata a Fantasia by Junkman, 75
La Bayadere, by Beßat:, 15
La Traviata, (drinking song.) 15
Lucy Neale and Dance Boatmen Dance, G
Libiamo, from La Traviata, by Verdi, 25
Monastery Bell, 15
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Maiden's Prayer, by Spindler, 15
Macbeth, by Spindler, 15
Miscrere, from 11 Trovatore, by Max Tzorr, 23
Negro Medley, by Minnielc, 25
Night Dews are Weeping, 25
Robert Lo Diable, 15
Rigoletto, 15
Shower of Pearls, by Osborne, 3734
'Twas Night and all was Still, by Tzorr, 25
Thou art the Stars, by Detta, 25
Wreath of Flowers, Nos. 2.3,4 & 5, each 35
Waltzer and Air, from La. Traviata, by Detta, 25
When in Conflict Fierce, by Tzorr, 25
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REMEMBERED BLISS.
BY MO. D. Prixyricr
Alas! alas! I did not think,
Amid past hours of deep delight,
That aught could break the golden link
That then between us seemed so bright
We little dream what time may bring ;
The heart is a mysterious thing;
A change came'o'er thy gentle brow,
And we are but as strangers now.
Yet sometimes in my sadder moods,
Amid the scenes of toil and strife,
And oft in woodland solitudes,
Afar from dark and busy life,
Thy image rises to my eye
As bright as in the days gone by;
Thy voice, low, musical, and clear,
Steals like a spirit's on my ear;
The vanished joys come wildly back
Along life's dark and arid track;
Old thoughts within my bosom stir,
And I am still thy worshipper.
The bird that o'er my pathway flies,
The fleeting vision of a dream,
The star that lights awhile the skies,
Then turns away its silver beam—
These, these are emblems to my heart
Of what thou wart, of what thou art,
The bird, the dream, the star are flown,
And I area left alone—alone;
Yet still I hear with sweet delight
The song the bird saugin her flight;
The dream with all its fairy train
Still haunts the chambers of my brain;
And often when I gaze afar
Through tears where beamed the vanished star,
It seems again to burn on high,
The glory of my clouded sky,
And on its lovely disk I trace
The pictured image of thy face,
And kneel in worship as when first
Its Eden-light upon me burst.
3 dui - .s,.firrp.
THE CRUSADER' S TEMPTATJOH;
-OR,-
THE ENCHANTRESS OP THE OLD TOWER
BY F. CLINTON BA.RRINGTON.
Arthur Templeton, a young and noble
knight, was proceeding on a special mission
from the camp of the returning Crusaders to
the Count Fontenay's castle, some twelve
miles distant. He had been entrusted by one
Baron Rodney, the Commander of the Chris
tio.o host, with a letter to the Baron, and or
dered to proceed in advance of the army, that
the old Count might make. preparations for
the reception of his old comrade and particu
lar friend.
The young crusader had already proceeded
several miles in advance of the crusaders,
and two-thirds of the distance he had to
traverse. He was near his native village,
which even lay beside the route he was called
upon to pass, and 'it was very natural that
his thoughts should revert to the friends and
relatives he expected to meet, after his two
years of strife and wandering in the holy
hind. Ho was a brave and most honorable
young knight, but was not returning with the
honors he had expressed the hope of winning,
when two years before, he bade adieu to the
idol of his heart, the gentle maiden, Edith
Brenneth.
" I wonder," he soliloquized, as he rode
along, " how dear Edith will receive me,
when she knows that I am the same poor
knight I was two years ago ? Her stern old
father said I never should have his daughter
unless I returned powerful and honored—
alas for his resolution ! I can only tell them
that the Baron Rodney has spared no pains
to keep me in the back ground, and I sus
pect even that he has prevented all knowledge
of my meritorous services from reaching the
village. Faith I what if my suspicion should
prove true—that the Baron himself is in love
with Edith ? Guess I'll call up my faithful
squire, and consult him again on the sub
ject."
He reined in his horse, looking behind him,
and waited till his follower rode in view,
then he beckoned him to hasten. The man
put spurs to his somewhat jaded steed, and
soon reached his master's side, when the ques
tion which had risen in Arthur's thought was
only discussed. The squire, who was a mid
dle-aged, quiet sort of an individual, did not
venture to express any decided opinion, but
allowed the knight to think and reason as he
pleased.
Suddenly, upon passing an old tower, a
short distance in advance of his squire, the
crusader was startled at seeing three beauti
ful young girls, who were seated on the green
sward near the foot of the ruined edifice, with
a repast of choice delicacies and wines before
them, which they were enjoying in the noon
tide shade. No sooner did their eyes rest
upon the knight, than they started up, has
tening towards him, and causing him to rein
in his steed.
" Sir knight," cried one of the gay beau
ties, in the sweetest of tones, " will you not
come and join us in our pleasant repast ?
We can refresh you a little, give your ja
ded beast some fresh grass, and thereafter
you can proceed so much more rapidly
that von will lose no time by accepting our
cheer."
"Fair maiden, I am charged with a flies,
sage, and cannot delay—"
"Nay, but you will arrive full as soon.—
Do not turn a deaf ear to our appeals, for,
as a true knight, thou shouldst be ready to
hear the wrongs we have to narrate to
thee 1"
" Faith, I will tarry for a few moments, if
so be that you will excuse my dust-covered
attire. • It were a difficult thing for mortal
man to resist the invitation of such charming
fairies as yourselves 1"
" Flattering knight ! if you think thus of
our attractions, what will you say to those of
our mistress, the fair lady Edith ? '
"Edith !" queried the knight, looking from
one tc-the other of the maidens, as if equally
bewiTdOred by his eyes and his thoughts.—
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HUNTINGDON, PA., JUNE 15, 1859,
Dismounting, he led the horse to a pile of
newly cut grasss, indicated to him by one of
the girls, and then attended them to their
rustic board. The servant, on riding up, and
seeing his master thus engaged, lost no time
in baiting his own steed, and then threw
himself at length on the green sward under
the trees, where he lay motionless, while the
crusader partook of the dainties spread be
fore him, and answered the questions show
ered upon him by his charming hosts.
" You spoke of your mistress" said the
knight, as he arose—" is she near ?"
" She is on yonder tower."
The quick eye of Arthur caught a glimpse
of a white dress, as the wind blew out its
long train from behind one of the raised cor
ners of the old battlements of the tower, but
he could not see the face, nor even the figure
of the wearer.
" You will certainly go and pay your de
voirs, sir knight ?" pleaded one of the girls,
with her most bewitching smile.
The knight hesitated ; but the mention of
the name of Edith had caused him so much
curiosity, that he finally concluded to gratify
it, saying to himself:—
"it will require but a moment, and then I
will hurry on my way."
"But you must proceed to the tower alone,"
said one of the girls. " The ascent is easy
and direct; you cannot miss the way to the '
spot where our lady is standing."
The knight bowed, promising to come back
in a moment and take his leave of the girls,
and then went to the tower. After some dif- '
ficulty, he made his way to the battlements,
but no sign of any woman was seen, and all
his search, in the shades of twilight, which
had now commenced casting their shadows
around him, was fruitless.
"I am tricked," he finally muttered. " I
will instantly return and. leave this evil spot.
Ah, my head I how it whirls I and how ob
scure and thick are my thoughts becomino• ''' I
Those girls were certainly fairies, and they
have drugged or poisoned the wine !"
He made his way back to the spot where he
had left the three maidens ; but a single,
glance showed him that they were gone with
every vestige of their late presence. He then
perceived the absence of his horse. Alarmed,
he commenced calling his squire. Receiving
no answer, he proceeded to the spot where he
had seen his squire dismount, and found that
his man and the horse he had ridden were
also missing. Still he called till he felt him
self confused and half insensible, and then
he resolved on proceeding afoot.
But everything seemed strange to his vision,
ana it was not long before his sight grew so
indistinct that he did not know where we was
going. Finally, he sank down in a troubled
sleep, and slumbered several hours, although
it seemed to him but a moment. On recover
ing his senses, he found that the green sward
was no longer beneath him, nor the bright
sky above him ; he was in a splendidly fur
nished apartment, and lying in a soft and re
freshing bed.
" Where am I?" he murmured, looking
around ; his eye speedily rested on an open
letter, which lay upon the coverlid within
his reach. Ile instantly seized it, recogniz
ing it as the sealed document with which he
had been entrusted by Baron Rodney, and
read as follows :
" TO TILE COUNT FONTENAY.—On receipt of
this, by Arthur Templeton, Knight, you will
please cause the bearer to be put out of the
way, as I am fearful lest he trouble me in my
proposed union with the Lady Edith -Bren
neth. From your old friend and servant,
TUE BARON RODNEY.
"P. S.—Can you accommodate me and a
few retainers at your castle for the coming
night ?"
"And so," soliloquized Arthur, "this is
the sort of message I was desired to carry to
the count. Whoever may be these maidens,
they have evidently shown me a groat favor
in thus preventing me from bearing this let
ter to its destination."
A soft step beside the bed caused the knight
to start and turn his face in that direction.—
He beheld the object of his long cherished
affection, Edith Brenneth, who clasped him
in her arms, and showered repeated kisses
on his cheeks and lips.
" Oh, my Edith !" said the knight. "Is it
indeed you 2"
Yes, dear Arthur," and there were tears
of joy in her eyes. "My maids gave you too
much of the drug; they almost poisoned you ;
but do you feel better ?"
" Almost well, dearest, and your presence
will soon effect a perfect cure. But was it
you who laid the little plot to prevent roe
from falling a victim to Baron Rodney 7"
" Yes." -
" But how did you know that the Baron
had such a murderous design ?"
" By my father."
" Your father I And pray, have you learn
ed from the same source that I have won
none of those honors and rewards I was led
to expect ?"
" No, no ; but I have learned from him
all your noble and generous deeds—of your
bravery and discretion—of those honors you
have earned, but which the Baron Rodney
has prevented you from receiving I"
"Is it possible that your father is aware of
all this ?"
‘f None better. lie has faithfully repor
ted to me all your movements, since the
day you left our native village for the holy
land.
" And how has he been able to gather all
these accounts ?"
" He shall tell you himself."
The door opened, and the crusader's squire
made his apperance, at the same instant that
sounds of a fierce combat were heard proceed
ing from the neighboring wood.
"What is that?" asked Arthur of the
squire,
" A fight between the Baron Rodney and
the Count Fontenay. While your message
was retained, I sent a challenge to the Count,
which invited him to meet the Baron in dead
ly conflict. The Count has eagerly complied,
and the two forces have just met not far from
the tower. I have only to say, that I hope
and expect the two wretches will destroy each
other ?"
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The young knight, on arising and passing
to the - window, saw he was within a room in
the red tower, whither he had gone to find
Edith. Wondering at all he bad endured
during the last few hours, he continued sev
eral moments looking out upon the struggle
between the Count's retainers and the crusa
ders. When he at last turned to his squire
for some information, he saw that the stern
old Count of Brenneth had taken his place in
the room. Startled and anxious, he cast
himself at the nobleman's feet.
" Arise, my son, and kneel no more, save
when we shall all how together, including
your Edith, and worship the true God I"
A suspicion suddenly took possesion of the
young knight's heart—one which caused his
face to flush and his form to tremble.
"Is it possible?" he cried. " Blind that I
was not to see it sooner ! For two years,
Count Brenneth, have you attended me as my
faithful squire !"
" True, my son, because I discovered that
my Edith was greatly attached to you, and
wished to know whether you were worthy or
not. Now lam satisfied, and so is your king,
who from this time forth makes you the Bar
on of Templeton. Not a word, my boy ; sa
lute your beloved, and may you both be hap- .
py, and none the less so because your ene
mies are dead !"
He pointed, as he spoke, to several of his
servants, who were bringing the dead bodies
of the Count Fontenay and the Baron Rod
ney down the road. The lovers were mar
ried the next day, and the Count of Brenneth
returned to his own castle, from which he
had temporarily fled to avoid the attack of
Count Fontenay, Who had laid a plot to ab
duct the lady Edith. There a happy and
honorable life awaited them all, and the cru
sader was well satisfied with the result of his
temptation, as it had given him the gentle
enchantress of the old tower.
In almost every parlor the object that first
attracts the eye is the soft fabric, enwrought
with beautiful colors, that covers the centre
table and the piano. Do our ladies know
from what materials this downy cloth, blush
ing with bouquets of flowers or fruit, upon
which their gloved hands rests so cosily, is
made? Have they an idea that it was woven
from the wool of Angola or Thibet, and comes
into their possession uncontaminated with
previous plebeian use 7 Never were
they more mistaken. This necessity of lux
urious habits—this soft ornament, rich with
Tyrian dyes, and variegated with figures that
almost rival the richness of nature herself,
once hung in tattered shreds from the beg
gar's back, was begrimed with the filth of
the foulest retreat of obscurest poverty; was
saturated with every filthy compound, and
footed with the vilest odors. Rags that have
been swept into the streets, and picked out
of the mire with the ragman's crook; tatter
ed garments, no longer capable of concealing
the nakedness of pauperism itself, that would
no longer hang upon the trampler's limbs,
by the ingenuity of art have been resurrected,
and wrought into the tasteful fabrics that
now adorn the boudoirs of beauty.
The mass of old,•greasy woolen rags sub
mitted to a process which is one of the mir
acles of modern art, is prepared for respin
ning, and comes out of the manufacturer's
hands an object upon which an eye cultiva
ted to appreciate the beautiful, loves to dwell.
The metamorphosis of the crawling worm
into the pain ted-winged butterfly, is not more
wonderful. Science and art have not made
a greater progress in any other department,
than in the utilization of worse than refuse
materials, by converting it into the most cost,
ly fabrics.
The imagination of those radiant with
health and beauty, and proud of the gifts of
nature and providence, may find a protable
field for exercise as the eye rests upon the
rich ornament that covers the piano or the
table, by traveling back to the abodes of pov
erty, where want grins a ghastly smile and
vice degrades that image of God, and there
finding the materials that now contribute to
deck their bowers of taste. We know not by
what singular associations the objectg which
contribute to our luxury, link us with the
abodes and habits of wretchedness. We
think not how much that now adorns our per
son and marks us as the possessors of com
petence, and the participants in the richest
bounties of Providence, comes from the very
haunts of impurity and uncleanness.
ENVT.—Envy is a mean passion. It nei
ther consults reason nor waits until the judg
ment is exercised. It uses all the applican
ces that can be brought to bear upon its sub
ject. Like the cormorant, it eats out the sub
stance of everything outside of itself and then
turns and preys upon its own vitality ; and,
strange to say, that in feeding upon itself', it
grows and strengthens and becomes more ca
pable of performing its destructive work.—
The envious person can never be happy.—
The thing is impossible. As well expect the
cormorant to be out of pain and experience
pleasure with its sharp beak on its own heart,
and drawing forth the fluid by which its life
is sustained. If the silly bird that drinks its
own blood can be at rest and satisfied, then
may an envious man pronounce himself con
tented. But while the wound is open and
bleeding, the process of destruction must be
going on; and the result is inevitable. When
the last drop is drawn forth, the work is fin
ished. Envy destroys itself with the destruc
tion of its possessor. But the worst of all is
that while envy is doing its work of destruc
tion in the heart that entertains it, none of
the parties are at all hurt or disquieted. The
vile passion can only prey upon itself. It
can do no harm outside of the poor mistaken
bosom that affords it a harbor.
ItEß—Lawyers have grown so very genteel,
they have altered their very name and nature.
Once upon a time they used to be called at
torneys—now, forsooth, they are solicitors ;
formerly they were styled lawyers, but now
nothing but banisters will do; and nice ban
isters they are for a feller to lean upon that's
going down stairs to the deuce —Sam. Slick.
Editor and Proprietor.
NO, 51.
A Miracle of Art.
Wouldn't Get Mad.
Old Harry Brewer, or " Hot:Corn Harry,"
as he was more familiarly known about thd
east side of town, was for many years it
shining light in one of our African churches ;
and was, by long odds, the most powerful
exhorter of the congregation. Old Harry
was, most undoubtedly, a good Christian ;
and proved it by living up to the precepts hd
taught. His extreme good nature was pro
verbial, and many a bet was lost and won by
the young men of Grand street and the Bow.:
cry, in vain attempts to make Harry lose his
temper. "Go way, boys, go way I" was his
answer, when they played their wild pranks
upon him. "De good Book says: When any
one smites on de one cheek, you must turn
him de oder."
The nearest approach that Harry was ever
known to make towards losing his temper,
was about ten years ago. He had a plan
whereby he preserved his corn perfectly
fresh and green till December or January ;
and at that season of the year, he would go
out and make the streets resound with his
cry of "Hot Corn ! hot corn ! pipin—just
come out de bilin' pot !" and he realized a
handsome profit from its sale.
During the year in question,. Harry was
unfortunate, as his corn decayed ; and out of
a large quantity he had put away, fie only
saved enough to go out with, one or two
nights.
In the early part of December, Harry's
voice was heard in the Bowery singing his
well known song; and in one of the bar-rooms
a bet was made that Harry could be thrown
off his guard. In a few moments, Harry en
tered the bar-room, and set his bucket on the
floor; but before he could get ready for busi
ness, he was being pulled around in all sorts
of ways. One pulled him by the whiskers ;
another by the coat-tail ; and altogether he
vas being made anything but comfortable.
But all that could be got from Harry was
" Go way, boys, go way 1"
All attempts to provoke him farther, failed ;
and, a last resort, one of the young men took
up his pail of corn and said:—
" Harry, I've a good notion to throw all
your corn out in the street !"
" Hush ! hush !" said Harry, "don't talk
dat way, for you make me feel bad ! for if
you frow my corn in de street now, you must
ruin de old darkey. Ain't had no wood to
saw hardly dis fall, and no white-washing.
My wife been sick dis two months, and my
corn's all rotted ; and I ain't got nuffin' to
'pend on, but de Lord 1"
" Well, Harry 1" said he who held the
bucket, " you have got a good backer, so
here goes the corn !" and suiting the ac
tion to the word, he threw the corn into the
street.
Harry looked very sadly after his proper
ty; and, as he picked up his empty bucket,
he said :
"De Lord's will be done 1" and then star
ted on a brisk trot from the scene of his
temptation, as he resolved not to give way to
the wrath he felt risine , within him. In
Elizabeth street, a new building was in the
course of erection, and into the cellar of this
building Harry descended, while the young
men who had followed him, crept stealthily
after, to see what he would do.
Away back in a far corner 'Tarry went,
out of hearing from the street, and there,
upon his knees, he gave vent to his feelings
in this wise ;
" Oh, Lord ! I'se most tempted to git mad,
but I won't do it for the sake of a pail ob
corn. Dem was the wickedest boys that I
eber got amongst; but you made 'ern, and I
won't complain. It's a hard case, and you
know I ain't hab no work most dis fall, and
Hannah's sick ; and I only a little corn, and
dens wicked boys trowel it mose all away.—
But I won't git mad at 'ern ; for you hab say
dat justice am yourn. But give 'em justice,
and make 'em repent of deir evil ways.—
Take 'ern, oh, Lord! and hold 'em ober the
bottomless pit, and shake 'em ! and if your
a mind to, singe 'em a wery little ; but, oh!
good Lord, be wery careful, and don't let em
fall in ; and when it feels so hot dey 'gin
to repent, den let 'em go agin, and dey'll be
better men !"
His prayer ended, Harry came forth, look
ing as good-natured as ever ; and the young
men, who were in waiting for him, took him
back into the bar-room, and the proceeds of
the bet, five dollars, was handed over to him,
which amply remunerated him for the loss
of his stock in trade.—X Y. Mercry,
A PRINTING OFFICE ANECDOTE.-A young
English lad, just "come over," became an ap
prentice in a printing office, to " learn
the trade. " When learning the letter
boxes in the " case," he asked the prin
ter's "devil," a mischievous young scamp,
where the Ei box was. The "devil" pointed
him to the L box. After having studied over
the "case" long enough to know all the "box
ess" of the alphabet, the foreman asked •him
to "go over," them, naming each letter-box :
the juvenile John Bull did so, and got them'
all right except E and L.
"You've got those two mixed up," remark
ed the foreman.
"Well," replied the young Englisbor, " hi'
asked that party (pointing to the devil,').
where HE was, and 'e pointed 's finger to
HELL I"
The foreman gave the "devil" a sharp look,
and he grinned satanically.—Chicago Sun
day Leader.
" ATARRY TIIIs FALL."—I gave her
4. rose and gave her a ring, and asked her to=
marry me then ; but she sent them all back,
insensible thing, and said she had no notion•
of men. I told her I'd oceans of money and:
goods, tried to frighten her with a, growl ; but'
she answered she wasn't brought up in thec
woods to be scared by the screech of an owl:•
I called her j beggar, and everything bad
I slighted her features and form; till at length -
I succeeded in getting her mad, and she raged(
like a sea in a storm. And then in a moment
I turned and smiled, and called her my angels
and all ; she fell in my arms like a weary--
some child, and exclaimed, "We will marry
this fall."
la. "My lad," said a traveler to a little•
boy whom he met, clothed in pants and a
small jacket, but without a very necessary
article of apparel, " my lad, where is your•
shirt ?" " Mammy's washing it." "Have'
you no other ?" "No other I" exclaimed
the urchin, in surprise, " would you want a••
boy to have a thousand shirts ?"
017LTIVATED Wa4cNr.—Sheridan said, beau- •
•tifuliy, " Women govern us ; let us render
thornperfect. The more they: are enlighten—
ed, so much the more shall We be. On the.
cultivation of the mind of women depends•
the wisdom of men. It is by -women that
nature writes on the hearts of men."
From the small hollow of the dice-box
arise, fear, rage, convulsion; tears,. blasphe-,
rnies—as many as ever flew from the box•
of Pandoria ;,and.not even . .hopp.reruains,bk:
hind..