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THE DYING CHILD.
BY C. ANDERSON.
Mother. I’m tired, and I would fain bo sleeping j
Let mb repose upon thy bosom seek;
But promise mo that thou wilt leave off weeping,
' Bocouse thy tears lb.ll hot upon my cheek.
Hero it is cold: the tempest ravetli madly:
But in my dreams all Is so woiul’rona bright J
1 sco tho angel children smiling gladly.
When from my weary eyes I shut the light.. .
Mother, one stands beside me nnw I and listen I
Dost thou not hear tlio music b sweet accord 7
f3C(j imtv.hfs sweet wings benutiTtilty glisten!
Surely those wings were given him by our Lord 1
Green, gold and red are floating all around mol
They aro the flowers the angel senttcreth;
Shall I have also wings while life has hound mo 7
Or, mother, aro they given alone in death 7
Whv dost thou clasp me, as If I were going 7
.. Vvhy dost thou press thy check thus unto mine 7
Thy cheek is hot, And yet thy tears arc flowing :
I will, dear mother—will bo always ihlnel
Oh, do not sigh—lt mnrreth my reposing;
And if thou wcCp, then I must weep with thee 1
Oh, I am tlred—nly weary eyes ore closing!
Look, mother look 1 the Angel klsseth tqul
TO TltE GOLDBN EAGLE.
king of the air thy pinions sweep.
Like tempest clouds the azure deep
. Of the untrnvorsod eky;
Thou hast no partner in thy state,
\o envious rival that can mate
Thy majesty on high.
?'o the earlli'i kublmidsl peak.
Vhere nafight hut muttering thunders spedk,
Is but a resting stbne— . .
When thou hast taken thy viewless flight, .
Through climes maguiflcenllV bright,
Traversed hy light aloud I »
Ambition is the m'drk of mind—
The typo of genius unconflned— -
. A fid thing in pruud and high■
For limit wouldst reach llio'slar of dayi
To bathe in his eternal ray,
Amid the golden sky 1
How swells thy sndl .when lliou Art bomb
Up to the vermiol skies of morn, .
On heavenly ping |o rove, ’
As if 'twere true that thou didst'stand
Upon tins goldon-sceptered hand
6f old Olympian Jove t .
HcnacEUancotig,
THE MARKED DAtLi
- -Or'‘*; ■ •
tii b privates rbVenqb;
BY R. PROCTOft JONEAI
Vou look oVor Iho dark waters of a foreign land in
eearcli of romapcci lend a listening car to hear of the
Uccds of Italy’s BraVatfos unti dwell with raplute
upon the legends of the old world, while you think
not of the talcs which could bo told of the early'duys
of young America.
How often have I, when cvc had drawn her cur
tain o’er the face of day; wandered lofibmo secluded
spot with my ngedgrandairo to hear himloll of times
goho by, and watched his venerable countenance as
it brightened up with all the radiance of youth, when
ho related soino heart-enchanting legend of thb Re
.Volution.
But slay! I must not write a “legend” qb other
gentlemen have written legends before ,mc) and on
that account mino would be regarded as ffloglarlcs
“sent forth into the literary, world mo/ked with
another name, ns fllolfch children)” bo lllcrt
fore I must allow my “legends” 10 bo wrapped in
iho shroud of monopoly, and consigned to the grave
of oblivion, in order that I may ccapo the cognomen
«f “ literary foot-pad nHd highwayman.” A certain
fastidious legendary writer has recently enquired Iho
meaning of the word “legend.” According id the
lexicon, it certainly docs not Imply an ignis fatdua,
to bo used for Iho purpose of portraying the traitor
Arnold, as a persecuted patriot, or Aaron Burr as the
paragon of vlrtuoiie and honorable men. ' But moan
What It may, I do not wish to enter Into an argumrn
turn ad Aomifiem on Iho subject, and out of-respect
for this sensitive gentleman’s feelings, I will not write
a “ legend,” but rtmpiy relate a tale of the Retold*
lion.
It was a beauteous day in July,l77G,and the first
beam* of morning wore shining ffwcctly upon the
cmctald and undulating plains of Lohg Island. To
haVo looked upon thatloVcly sbeno you would huvo
boon enchanted with Iho dewy spanglots and sweet
modest flowers which wore spread luxuriantly upon
Its surface* and Imagined younolfln some Andalusian
retreat* setUtc from the cold and malignant blast of
crime. But tflat beauteous spot was sooti to bo
transformed Into Iho theatre of heart-rending tragedy,
■and that green swarb imbrued with the blood nf men,
for preparations woro being mode for a military ex
ecution.
, What a thrill of horror passes through odr hearts,
when wo hear of a military cxccutionl When wo
behold the brave warrior mounted on fits proud stood
hastening to Iho battle field, and the patriot grasping
bis musket in order to avbngo his country’s wrongs,
wo cannot wonder, although wo may weep when wo
•co their mangled bodies lying before us, for wo know
•uch is the folo of war ;• but lo‘bohol<J a soldier taken
from the ranks wherein ho has served, arid led out m
mock solemnity, to ho butchered in cold blood by his
comrades, the partners of his toilsome marches, and
deadly conflicts, our feelings uro shocked, and wo
Wonder why those who make end allow such laws
■*ro called Christians. Well may our fair laud of
America,os well os civilized Europe, bluslj when she
remembers her tolerance of military executions. .
Yes, the preparations for d dreadful scone had
•heady commended—for over that plain could .bo
•cen a long line of men clad In the scarlet uniforms
marching with a slow and measured tread. Slowly
they advanced until they come to the centre nf Iho.
plain, when the harsh voice of command bid them
“halt,” Then (ha checks oftho'privates assumed a
pallid hue,'and Iho eyes of tho oißcors'flashed with
•a unsteady glare, and all awoiled the result of fur
ther orders with on indescribable fooling of dismay
•nd horrid suspense. •'
But it soon was heard—dipw dreadful wore the
Words it uttered—“ Prisoners, prepare toiraeot your
doom." • . f
Tho condemned men advanced, and were led to
mi open apace directly.ln front of the mainline,—fine
noble looking men they were, and aloud with firm
Un damucd cnrrrogo to’ meet the fire of tlioao
caaly inuakola which would send tho rceklcaa bullet
, P mlo their hearts, and loy (honf mangled end
iS 1 T n 1,10 • od - sun fir,n u fi d tl,o y worfl ’
o they betrayed no emotion an tho commander
commontcii upon their fate.
Arm n »” Bu ld the commander, Gen. Howe, **l
P° the execution which you frill ahorlly wltncaa,
jwvo oa lesion that will never bo forgotten.—
formic 08 Iho duty is, (tinrequisite—lt must»»o per,
# . n ■ , w must bo enforced or elao all order in tho
Mail d M °l Qt defiance, and no ofilocr of Hi*
6 f, ® B y ■ would be aafo from the vengeance
0 mfurlatod private,, who would consider Hlmaolf
Aggrieved, and would bry for iren&eanbe, only at being
reproved for. neglect of duty. The offences of these
men ;arq of dreadful magnitude; thf loader of the
revbltors, Fierro Lcrone, has. dared to raise his hand
against my rbspeotedand gentlemanlyofficer, Lieut.
Morton j.-and his Cotilpanibns who are to suffer by
his side, encouraged him in so doing. ..They have
been tried by a court-martial composed of men of
hhmano and'Charitable dispositions; and who would
rather forglVb Ihon condemn, but iho proof against
thorn was'too cleat—justice must'be done,—the
Criminals the severe sentence, and re.
coivo what is worso lhan dcallr—dishonor. Let this
terrible example cause you to treat the commands of
your superior officers with that respect which is due
thetn from Soldiers and men. Hoar now the sentence
by which iheso. men miisl.dic! Sergeant read the
law.” b
$ 50
. i’ho Sergeant obeydd the command and read lire
kw in regard to the punishment of offenders. It ran
thus—“lf any soldier belonging to, His Majesty’s
tropjjs shall revolt,.desert or refuse to obey the com
mands of hi& superior officer,ho shall bo arrested and
brought to trial before a court, composed of military
officers, and if found guilty shall be coftdcmnud.to
suffer death bjr ,thc muBkel, ip presence of the regi
ment to which lib Bebngsi . -ln caso he escapes the
fire of the first arid second platoon ho shall bb free;
both from punishfiibnt and tho service." , . . t ,
Ficire Lcrono at this moment requested leave to
speak, which wtta/granted him. In a firm voice ho
said—‘.‘Comrades,!have licen brought here todio—
to die like a dog—to dio for resenting an iinsult,givcn
to my only child,'by that tyrannical wretch, M.orlom
I do not grieve for myself* blit rity comrades tolib afb
to dio with mq have friends and homes far over the
Atlantic, in the land of happy; England, whU will
mourn their fate. They do not deserve, dealh;.ihey
only, said I was right in what 1-did j they, did not
urge mo on to the deed. 1 appeal to every father
who loves his child, if tho action I performed wits itbl
commendable? Who among you could sco his.only
daughter forced to bear tho base insults of any. man,
whether ho bo a'supcrior or not. Out for doing this
I am condemned to dio by the laws of that country
for which 1 have braved thoslorm of many a bailie.
Was il for this I have taken up arms against a’ pco*
plo struggling for their liberty? Was it for this
that I have endured hunger, thirst, cold and misery 7
Bui lam propared to die—l quail not beneath the
glance of death! It will soon bo over—comrades re*
member my death will bo avenged—lam ready now
~~sco that I can dio like a man. Fierro Lerno scorns
and despises his-accusers. Comrades, farewell—
Morton, remember the Day of Retribution.”-
At tiio conclusion of tbirf speech; Lcrono and his
companions prepared: themselves to receive the
charge..
Horrid suspense!
'Morton stood pale and trampling, with tho sl ?
small voice whispering in his car—“ Thou art a
perjured, unjust accuser und murdefor. You,have
obtained these men’s death, by the bartering of your
soul. Think of the future—and despair.”
All was now ready /or tho fearful work. The word
woa given, the loud report of the fire from the first
platoon was heard, and two of the hapless victims
fell mangled and bleeding upon the soil—and ere the
gloomy vapor had cleared away, (ho second was
heard vibrating more horribly through the air.—
Four men were there dead—murdered!—but the
form of Pietro Lerortc stood firm as before untouched
by the deadly fire;
Pitrre. Lerone xods Jree l
By what miracla wad ho saved! Deadly aim had
been token-at Ills hbart hy men who' were noted for
their certain aim: Tbo hand Of Provfdojieo had ro*
served him lo aVengb the llvbs of Ids murdered cojn
radefl. Morton, ftild and bewildered, gnzfcd bpoh him
(hough ho wa&dspirilscnt from tholnfernal world
lo load Tiis soul to the deep caverns of endless torment
Ho know'his dodm was fixed. Ho trembled as he
thought how vain all attempts to escape from the
chastening hand of the Almighty would be. Ho felt
os though ho was the victimized child of Cruel Dcs.
siotro stood as a inah awakened from a droahi)
and looked llpoh those around him .with sbrpHsc.—
Suddenly ho started, dhd with a wild shout exclaim
ed, “lain saved. Thank Heaven, my dead comrades
and my insulted daughter shall be avenged. 1 * So
saying he drew from his pocket a Icadbh ball) which
ho marked with his knife and carefully replaced in
his wallet. Turning to Mnrton with a bitter sneer,
ho said, “ Lieutenant) you have tried to bo revenged
upon tine \Vlio did not doeci’vo yohr wroth: Your
base conduct has awakened all the deep fired of hale
whibh Were buried in my bosom. You shall feel my
wrath at a fUlUro day: Farewell, but remember
Fierro and his tharkcd ball.
Bidding good-bye to hit* old companions) lie mount- j
cd a homo which stood near him, and rode rapidly (
away. Ho was soon far from tho British cump, on |
his way to join the American forces at Now Jersey. \
Pierre Lcrono,our hero, was an Italian. I.n Ills ,
youhgcKflats hb bad dunbed merrily beneath the ;
luxuriant vines of iho lovely valleys of his native
land. But, poverty, with her chastening hand) had
fallen heavily upon him, and misery stalked into his
once happy homo, and drove tho smiles of prosperity
from hU door; death robbed him of his most valuable
treasure) and best friend, his wife, which Ibfls nearly,
bowed him to the earth. Italy hud ihtn no charms
for him; so ho resolved to lake his only Child, Fran
ces) ahd depart for England. After a long and tedious
journey he arrived there n forlorn stranger and a
dejected man. For seven long and weary years did
ho toil on In that famous city, tho metropolis of the
world, London, in order to gain a livelihood for him*
self and child, yet scanty and miserable was tho fare)
■ poor Pierro earned by vending his plastcr-of-Puris
casts I day after d«y ho lolled on througlUlto streets
1 and alloys of this, mighty thoroughfare, in spile of
1 rain and cold, In tho vain hope ofJbccomlng able to
return to Italy with wealth sufficient to keep hiin
comfortably, until ho should bo called to lay himself
down In tho grave of his forefathers. But still poverty
kept him llfchl within her iron grasp; and Pierre
Lcrorie was no belter off .than when he' first scl foot
upon England’s soli. His daughter, Fences, was
now fourteen years of ago, and as beautiful as nature
could form her. Her lather viewed her with all a
parent’s pride, and wished that it was in his power
to make his swoel-Fonny more happy. She, poor
clrl. was gonllft.and contented, and would sit all day
alone In their little obscure garret, striving to earn
her dally subsistence by embroidering fancy hand
kerchiefs for the fashionable storekeepers of West
end. At evening, when she would hbor her father s
1. footsteps- upon .their narrow stair-caso, she wquld
bound to meet him and strive Ip comfort him by
pouring sweet words of consolation and comfort in
Ills oar. ,
I At this period the war of the Revolution was ro
, tfing-botween Groatßritsln and tho colonies of Ante-
Fioo. Upon each prominent stand of London placards
i woro placed inducing men to join the Eng isli army,
Tnd fight her battles in America. Tho nducomont*
which woro held out wore strong—land* were, pro
mised to thoso whowould servo faithfully to tho cjijw
of the wor-ond money ini my quantity to Iho vide j
when the rebels wore subdued, Pierro ho.rd of ho
know little of the land of America and the
. people whom ho.wos to fight ogarnsli and Iho hop®
of reaping a rich reward, induced him to come to this
country m a dragoon of, Hi.iMnjosty’o ''S" 1 } 0 ?!'.
i Hlo daughter accompanied him, nnd attended faith*
, fully to all hi. wanld anrf nooeanilios. The care and
affection she evinced towards her father, gninod lior
i the admiration of all, and mrmorou. woro the, ■inflca
and kind word, whloh woro.bestowed upon !■ ranees,
i tho lovely maiden of Italy. ■ tfomo two year, after
, Piorro hod boon In tho army, hi. regiment was nrdor-
I od to loin tho division under tho command of Gon.
Howe. In this division ivos a L outonnnt, named
; Morton, a dissolute young msn who belongod to a
nohlo fondly, hot hod loon forced to join tho.army
I by his father, with a view of brooking hlmofhia
vicious hshllv. Ho had for months noticed Francos,
I end eagerly, watched for an opportunity " ddr '‘“
bar j mooting hor ono ovomng ns olio was
I some refreshment, to l.or father hb accostedl or In a
f familiar tonoj-which «I>9 rewnWd in a manner worthy
**OUH COUNTRY—MAY IT ALWAYS BE RIGHT—-BUT RIGHT OR WRONG, OUR COUNTRY.”
CARLISLE, PA:, ’•THURSDAY, MARCH U, 1848.
the dignity of herself.and box; although thus repul
sed,-ho still kept on persisting in his insults,-until she
was obliged to coll. for. assistance. ' *
. Her futhett hearing of the matter; and burning
with indignation,hastened lo Morton's headquarters
to demand satisfaction. The haughty Lieutenant
treated him with contempt and imperatively ordered
him-to mind his business and return to his duty or
ho would havehim. punished. Tho proud spirit of
Pierre could not brook this.. Tho purple lingo ofoH.
gor spread ad a dark cloud upon his olive,cheek,and
ho seized, the insullor by iho. throat and threw him
upon the ground. ' The noise occasioned by IhesbtiP
flo alarmed Ihc.campi and Pierre was obliged lo re
linguish the victim, of his rage, tie told tho cause 1
which prompted him to act tlitis, and some of tho
standcrsby.commchdcd him for so doing. For this
they-’ were-arrested and‘condemned to .die. For
this was the bloody, trdgcdy of. Long Island enac
ted. , • .
• * . »' 9
On the morning of'the 3d of January,six months
after Piorro had stood a condemned man on Long
Islandf two armies could be seen approaching oacli
other inlh.c nblgbborhood of Princlon. They met
and a deadly conflict began—sheets of vivid deadly
firo poured from the musketry, and the cannonsang
the requiem of the victims of that bloody strife.—
Rank alter foHk fell frdni 'lho British. Legion, and
the disciples of Liberty were pouring down upon them -
with tciriblo slaughter; In the formost llne of the
Amcritan atmy rode a man with, swarthy skin and
dark’black eye. . He looked longingly upon tlio ranks
of Utp'invhilcrs, as if anxious to discover, some.par
ticular object which was contained there. Suddenly I
ihaltlarkcyo lit up with a glare of maiig
lignant fury, and ho bounded off with-telegraphic i
swlflnbss in that direction., A man' in scarlet uni
(bfm satv him advancing and strove lq.fly, but the
puFsuef gained, rapidly Upon him, and he. Was f&Fccd;;
la thrn and defend his.life. Each drc,w his sabre,
and fought with fienddiko fury, but the dark skinned
man soon unarmed his opponent. Again-did the
vanquished oho try to.escape, but & bullet from the
pistol of his enemy laid him prostrate in the dust
to .ho- trampled Undet the feet of his fleeing broth
ers. , ,
In tho farm of the dark shined man, my readers
will rcbngnije Pierre Letono | in that of tho British
officer, Lieut; Morton. ‘ Pierre had kept his word—
Morton and him liad-tncljigain; ,
After the battle a post, mortem cxamlnutlbh was I
held upon the body of Morton—the balljiod pierced
Ills heart. When tho surgeon drew it from the wound,
a horizontal mark was found upon it. It was the
ball marked by Pierro when ho stood Upon tho plains
of Long Island.'-
• ' ' TUB TIIREEI LOVEiIIS. • ••
. A ver; handsome youth,-with more charms in his
appearance Ilian money in his pocket, became, most
desperately in love with the daughtcrof a rich neigh
bor.' The father ofAntonio was dead and the young
man had speedily dissipated the. little fortune that
then.became his only portion; haweverhis worsten
cirilcs hover urged anything against Antonio,except*
log a few extravagances : and follies, which perhaps,
were mere fallihgs-ln on otherwise amiable ch’arac
ter. Finotln, the object of his affection,’was the on*
ly daughter of a rich noble, who perceiving in An
tonio poverty ulono, forbade his daughter, under se
vere penalties, to think; of Antonio, when; in fuel,
she could think of nothing else. 1 Love is the parent
of more Inventions than necessity. ; A-nlonio put on
the liumblo uttiro of o gardner. and so got employ
ed in the pleasure grounds of the rich father. -Never
were the flowers known'to flourish & luxuriantly,
for were-thoy not to form bbquots for Fiiiotte, who
was never seen without a fresh one in her bosom 7
Site look lessons, besides, of tho gardner in his gen
tle craft. IJow happy they were In such imploymont?
The mother of Finottn complained that the embroi
dery frame had been deserted ! ‘When,’ exclaimed
her daughter, 'could I hope to equel the, beauty of
nature's lovely tint?' Embroidery is an-unhealthy
employment! Whereas this balmy air, with odor of
the flowers and shrubs, inspirits my very heart!'—
The mother looked dt her daughter's blooming face,
and was satisfied; but the father was not so easily
duped, for it happened that while there was a nose
gay in every room, there was seldom a salad for-the
table: The master noticing tho nogleot, Antonio on
ly replied) by pointing to a beautiful bower he wos
then constructing Ho was abruptly dismissed on
tho spot, and driVen put like Adam, from his para
diso.of flowers. 'ln truth,* said tho mother, ‘ when
my 'daughter thinks proper td give rings to a gard
ener it Is high liHio ho shobld goiomcwhcrc else and
wear thcml ‘
FinclU look lb embroidery very diligently,ond ho.
came as palo as the lilly sho worked. The father
proposed falconry. Love transforms Antonio into
the master fulconcri ho rides by her side; wlml nfc
tho clianHs of floriculture to that of galloping in the
breezy air! Tho roses bloomed with fresh vigor,
add tho choslo falconer, in gazing oti thorn forgot to
recall his birds from their flight. Tho falcon woa ta*
ken from liis finger, on .which Firiclta contrived to
plucb oholhcr jewel, asn fconsolalioh for his disgrace.
After this, there being neither gardening nor fowling
to amuse her, tho languid girl fell into a state of
melancholy, that quilo disconcerted her parents.—
They sent for a noted physician, in spite of t|io fair
one’s opposition; who understood her own ailment
well enough to know that ho could offer no remedy.
Ills vigils raised the anxiety of the watchful Ante*
nio, who, contrived to waylay the physiblari, and
learned that ho could, do nothing for her.
•< Do of good cheer,” rbplied Antonio, “I know well
her complaint, and ifyoltwill lot mo have thooppor-
I tunily,sho will, soon oat, drink; and sloop, bo
1 merry and glad; instead of (ho poorfmoplng,’ pining
1 patient, you prescribe for in vain. 1 ' ,
r Ho then confidentially related their mutual love,
1 and the physician being a good nalurcd man, and
_ besides finding his advice in vain, consented to use
ids interest in the behalf of (ho anxious lover. Be
hold Antonio as the attendant of tho physician, wait
ing on th 6 invalid basket fn had.’ The now
mcdiclncs'hnd a wonderful cffcfltl the physician re*
ceivod a rich present from tho father; and in taking
leave of llio attendant, the fair Flnotta slipped a third
ring on hip hand. Bg.tenderly grateful \tfas tho at*
tondanh that he idld Hot pefCoitfo the b'ntranboof the
father. ‘ Antenfo was thrust out of the room qnrckbr
than ho expected,'and tho fair Flnolla was commam
clod, with.a stern rebuke to her chamber. Tho old
lady, thereupon, asking her husband tho cause of
this sudden change in affairs, ho replied—
“ Wife,! fear much wo shall have some troubles
with bur only child, if wb db not iriofry her, forfh*
with. lloroT found tho doofori irtaft aft his knees,
feeling her pulso I presume, that ho may stool away
her hand.” . , ~ ,
‘‘Husband,” replied tho lady,» thank Heaven, ho
was no lower in ronk. l.hoard that she bestowed a
ring upon that gardener, who was fonder of flowers*
than vqgjlablcs; and It is much Ip mo if sho has not
bestowed some sweet looks, at least, upon our last
falconer; ho would ‘nevor havo dared otherwise, \o,
look first, as I saw look al hot* ono nfomfng; Ah I”
qnpth ehe In grief, “ would wo had loft heir Intvo Am
tomo; my heart misgives mo, thol wo shall ,bo
brought to disgrace on her account. If lie is poor,
ho is nobly born, ; and have wo not money enough for
both?” . : . .
Her husband Wisely.agreed In these sentiments;
but would Antonio be tcoollod? Tho old lady prom,
isod to undertake this, and after a proper lecture to
her daughter on her Indiscretion, sho expressed her
sorrow,* and dutifully wrote a toiler to her loVor, who
camo joyfully in his own character asa gentleman,and
was most graciously received. When tho wedding
day arrived, and the company assembled, and tho
mother perceived, With surprise throo handsome rings
belonging 1 to lici* daughter on the band qf tho intern
ded bridogtooin; before sho could ask any questions,
Antonio took.Finoila by tho hand— , •
“1 think, Madam,” said he to tho lynx-eyed moth
er, “that I pon guess what is passing In your mind.
Tim throe rings which Imvo caught your eye, wore
really bestowed by your daughter oh a gordonor, a
falconer, and tho attendant of a phykloton } but least
any ono fllmuld liftpoaoh tho honor constancy oi
•tho donomknow that 1 am ready to maintain it; in
token 1 huvo put oh'these sovclal low
els. 1 *
Thb heatls of tlio parents woroso greatly lighten*
eil ty this confession; that tho marriage was made
doubly a. time of rejoicing; and tho fair. Finella
had’never, cauao to regret tho triple wooing of the
falconer, and the’physicians alien.
• danl. .-I t •
THE UP AND THE HEART.
BY JOHN QUINCY ADAMS.
Quo day between the Lip and Heart -
' \'?K wordless strife arose, '
-Which was exported in the art
purpose to disclose. ■
Tho.lln called forth tho vassal Tongue,
"■ *Amf bade him vouch—a Ho I
The slave his servile anthem sung;
S^ n l) bray’d the sky.
. The heart to speak in vain essay'd; •'
. ~'Jfor could his purpose reach—
"llia will; nor vuico, nor tongue obeyed.
.> Hl* silence wos hi# speech.' I .
Mark thou their difference, child of earth,
While each jwrforms his part,
Wot all the Up can speak is worth
•Thdsilcnco of tho Heart.
, A - : : :
GOING TO HOUSEKEEPING.
V- ' BY JACOB JONESI
“You're the most provoking man I ever saw in my
life. ' 80 you must be banding -the' smoko beef, and
the crackers, and tbo toast, to Miss Blink, and must
smile and simper at everything she said at tbo table
to-night, when you know it was only yesterday that
she told roe that my new silk dross was rather skimp
M the akifl. Let mo tell you,. Mr. Jones, you have a
Ivory sheepish look when you ore tfylttg to fhrike
| yourself agreeable.’'
“But, thy dear”
“Don’t dear me. If a husband slights a wife in
public what edn'sho expect,from strangers 1”
Knowing from past experience that It would be
impossible to get the advantage of Mary Catharine in
argumoiu v J urow off my boots—-put on a pair of
; myself in an arm-chair—drew the
I lamp towards me, and made a desperate attempt to
bo deeply interested' in (ho newspaper of the, proceed
ing day. ' This seeming indifference but added fuel
to tbo flame; and the comparisons which were drawn
for my special benefit, by my affectionate but- some
what excitable wife, willdoubtlosssuggcst themselves
to such of-the readers of tho Gazette as.have been
fully initialed into tho mysteries of tho married life.
But Maty Catharine has a heart—largo, warm, true,
and coallj r rtorked upon—and I knew how and when
to touch .it, My head drooped a little, and just such
’ a sigh escaped mo .as might have emanated from
some poor wretch who hod tost father—-mother—
brothers—dsfcrS-*-hindrcd—friends —and had been
* left hojfeltiS find fordtikctJ, like one of Byron’s heroes
of “dark imaginings.’'' I knew that my wife's heart
| was touched—and tHat, like tho rock after it had
been smote |»y Aaron’s rod, streams of relenting love
would gush< forth with connubial liberality.' -
*‘il/i«/crdoncm” •• [No answeK] “Jacob.” [Still
no answer.']' * “Dear Jacob!” ,
The last was irresistible. I looked up, and saw a
pair of b;wht, blUo eyes, glistening with,love and
asking for forgiveness rid piriiilly os a pair of bright,
blue eyes sue for ponloH. rea
tfer, if teasnod, can readily imagine what
“Ah, Jacob, I know I was wroflg to talk the way
I did—but Ibis boarding is chough to ruirt
temper in the world. Nothing-to .do-anofhlijg Jp
occupy the mind with—nothing to.look forward to—
confined to your bed-room from week’s end to week’s
end—and forever eating salt raackcral. Iw.U soon
ccome like Lot’s wife.”
- “1 aruglad you-mentioned tho subject, my dear,”
I replied, "for I have been thinking seriously to day
of going to housekeeping.”
Like nil. boarders, visions of elegantly furnished
houses, well stocked larders, sleep inviting couches,
and delectable couks, had time and again danced
wildly in tho imagination of my wife; but tho bare
idea that these dreams—conjured up by the delirium
of boarding-house mania—were likely to he realized,
and may be sooner than sho expected, set Mary Oath*
anno half wild. She sprung towards me, and before
I had time to make, the slightest. preparation, a pair
of warm lips pressed mine with a vigor and sudden
ness that sent my spectacles flying.
• “Don’t deny it, Jacob. I know you had something
on your mind, the moment you come home. Do tell
me all about it—that’s a dear, kind, good, old hus
band,” -
“Bui 1 ! have nothing to tell you.”
“Haven’t you been looking at a house 1”
‘ I have.” - .
“H.avcnVybu been pricing furniture 1”
Hlliovc.”
"I know it—l knew ill Put mo In a house of my
own, Jacob, and 1 would be the happiest creature and
tuo best wife in the world. I would let you smoko
In the parlor—have ns much company as you liked
—sleep in bed in tho morning, *jubl as long os you
wonted—and would never ask you to gel up in the
middle of the night to see if the stove wanted more
conk Do let us live in Cheshul street I”
‘‘C/icsnu/street?” I interrogatively echoed, with
a look of horror! - “Don’t you know, Mrs. Jones, that
my Income is exactly twelve hundred a year—and
don’t joH UHow that if I look a house in Chcsuul
street; three-fourths of that income would be consum
ed for rbnll” . ‘ . - I
“ Whrttyrfx td Spruce sticctl”
“Impossible.”
“Walnut I*’
“No.” .
“Pinel” d
“No.’’
‘-Archi’ '
, “No.” ; •
“You needn’t sny another word, Jacob. I know
by youf loans, tftij you have inode (ip your mind to
go into demo mean, shabby, disreputable neighbor
hood ” ■ '
“You are mistaken, my dear, I have, my eye on
ono of the nicest, gontoelcst, sweetest houses you over
saw." >
“Just tell mo where It is?” - . . r
“Dofaro I dndwbf youf qu'csWn, my love, 1 must
‘*Wm you tell mo where that house Is—yes or
nolV
"Only lioqrt’--
“No I won’t.”
“Just ono"
“A !<,/'*
Unfortunately, I atrf of an excitable, temperament.
I jumprd4o’ my feet—accldtbnfalijfr trod on the tail of
my wife's pet dog—on'd not only kicked the poor
flif soltiUg up a piercing howl/but tho kick
wos accompanied by an expletive, which I am remind
ed of to, this very day. Tho room was paced hufnqd
ly, and. by aavngo threats and stein resolves—dis
jointed and but half expressed,' it is true —I endeavor
ed to fbreo j«J Wife’ into submission. It Is almost
unnecessary to add, that the attempt ended, os all
previous attempts had ended, in .a cpmploto and Ik
mohtublo failure. First caino a white hamlkerchlef
—then tears—then sobs—and then a brief, broken,
but still griphio sketch of her sufferings and my vil
lUi"i°novlr.kiiow now~(«olO--wlinl it is h> Hnvo—
(aoli) —n h.ppy inommil—(s“h.) You treat mo—
(sub) —wome limn o hruto—(>uh.) If W
bnow (soli)—how ynu .wore— (sob) nt mo— —
'.I_I--I_«wcnr, Mn. Jono.l I no.or sWoto m
mv lifo, I only said something to tho dog,
••You can’t iroposo-(soh)—upon mo any longer
—fsalO—you looliod nt mo when you—(soli)—said,
■'ll It’s n 'plooo-t-(soh)—with nil tho rest—(sob.)
You used lo stay ol homo—(stih)—with mo, but now
you oro 'Oill— (soli)— every night of your life—(n
succession of violent sobs.) ; , ,
I was amazed—horror-struck—itppallcd at this
charge, and in a low, meek voice, replied—
“ Mrs. Jones, you know—you ought to know—that
I have not been out of this house a single night foi
two months, bxqept Idsl evening, when I was com-*
pelted.to go lb the ofiico id juako up obr balance
shoot.” 1
. “What was that play-hill—(sob)—doing in your
hat last night—(eob)—if you were at the of—of—of
flee!*’—loud oiid prolonged sobbing.)
. The truth dashed across my thiHd in a twinkling.
I had purchased a bunch of cigars on my way home
tho preceeding.evcnirig, and the heartless scoundrel
lof a tobacconist-had wrapped Up the “high flavored*'
in ono of tho small bills which Had Bfebn .Issued from
tho WulriUt Sifeet Theatre , morning; On my
wife’s dressing bureau—crumpled and ragged—repo
sed the* evidence of my seeming guilU “Great At
traction!" “ Pllblic opinion challenged and icqmr
cd.l” “First night ofttib Huinallo Footpad!” “Mr.
TbdfHni ln IwA-hibccsi"
Many a man had btJfeH imprisoned for Urc/or sus
pended by tho'nebk, on circumstantial evidence less
clear and conclusive. What was to be .done! As
serting .my innocence was out of the question, with
that play bill staring mo in tho foco. Like a Chris-,
Han dnd philosopher, I implored forgiveness—promis-1
ed amendmcnt~-and seasoned the proffered proposals
of peace with a.premised , indemnity In Uie shape of
a silk dress, which should have a skirt of sufficient
dimensions to satisfy the capacious' notions of even
Mis& Blink herself. },’.•*
. ll Do yoU think, Ja-ja-cob," half-sobbed, half-sighed
my wife, “that a maroon colored silk, with gaiters
and gloves to match, would bo.becoming to me!" t
“Becoming! Why a maroon colored silk would
give d warmth to your complexion that would make
you oppear to others—what you always appear to
me, my. dear—reallybeautiful 1" ,
“Ah, Jacob, you arc always flattering mb; Be
sides, you know, wo can’t afford it."
“Can’t afford it 1 Didn’t you tell mo, you over
heard Miss Blink say that you had the poorest dress
es of any lady in the house!”
As I expected; this tearing open of n hcal
fcd wound Had the effect of effacing alt remembrance I
of tho Scene which tvo Had passed through, and di
recting the remains of my wife’s wrath towards the
person end peculiarities of Miss Blink; As I fully I
endorsed her sentiments respecting that interesting
young Indyf rind obhscd her with all the reckless de
votion of a fond, faithful} on'tl. litily sympathising
husband, I was at once fully restored to life confi
dence, affectioni and love nf Mrs. Jones, and the “in
demnity" frdely accepted!
That night, offer wo retired {o rest, the subject of
housekeeping was. resumed With great warmlh*.—*
Plans and arrangements wore discussed and re-dis
cussed; and Mary Catharine, at length, became so
much in earnest, that she actually sat up In bed, In or
der to tell mo -how she wanted the parlors furnished.
Her enthusiasm carried her so for, that she more than
once, begged mo to gel out of tho.bcdtiind light-the
lamp, for the purpose of. ascertaining how many
breadths of carpet there were in the room, with a view
of assisting her in some calculations which shb was
moking in reference to contemplated piircliascSjbut
as I have a constitutional objection—founded on rheu
matism—to any unncccssory exposure of person, du
ring the hours usually devoted to reposot the.request
was not complied with'.
With the morning camo reflection, and with reflec
tion certain unpleasant doubts and misgivings. - .A
comfortable, gcdtoeMooking house, Insoch a neigh
borhood os my wife Jcsired, could not bo obtained
under five hundred dollars per annum, which deduc
ted fy>m the sum total of my income, would leave a
balance of Sbveri hundred a year, out of which the
table was to be' supplied—wages paid--lho fires kept
up-Llight provided—to .soy nothing of tho other ct
cclcnis tfhrch cnlci so largely into the “incidentals”)
of both country and city life. Thcsj doubts were
communicated to fnv wife; blit she regai ded the re
sult of my cyphcnngs,* flot os a. demonstrotion of
Euclid, but ns downright inventions, manufactured
for tho purpose of defeating tho darling wish of her
heart—tho ond arid dim of d life thus far soured and
saturated with boarding-house sufferings.
“You ore (bo most changeable rtfanVMr.’. Jones, I
over knew in my life. Yod don’t know your own
mind a minute at a time. Last night you were bent
on going to housekeeping. This morning you ore
opposed to it. And now, I suppose, I must end my
days in this room—drag out a miserable existence on
tea and toast—liver and bread puddings."
“My dear, I hove not •
“I see how it is. You wont tq kill me. But I’ll
disappoint you, Mr. Jones. Not another.week will
I stay in Philadelphia. I shall go homo, and {toy
homo, until you have spirit enough to support mo os
a wife should bo supported. Not go to housekeeping,
indeed, after what you promised 1"
.♦•Will you listen to mo ono moment, .Mrs. Jones!
I havn’l changed my mind. I was merely estimating
what our expenses would be."
“That’s just your way. Tho moment I want to
go anywhere, or to buy anything, then you must
commence Cyphering—cyphering-;- is if that would
do any good. I-Jvor since we were married, you have
made mo keep an account book. Did that bring any I
of the money back, afler it was spent! Just answer
mo that, Mr. Jones." t
“My dear,” I replied, “my only object iVda to show
you what wo had to depend upon. Wo certainly
cannot keep house, in the style you desire, on twelve
hundred a year; and tho only way loft for me is to
Increase my income by some means. . You know,my
love, that I have a literary turn. Suppose I try my
hand in writing love talcs for the prixes which the
newspapers am! rriogntfneS a'dferiWa nearly fcvery
month!’ 1 ...... j i*. *1 /. ••• *r •
“I ani perfectly astonished,' Mi. Jones, that a man
at your lime of life—for yoii know, JoCob, that vpu
are as grey as. a rat—should think of writing a love
I said nolhing—what could I svy!—but quietly
took my hat and cane and sallied forth; in search of
a house I I wis successful { und shall merely add
that I hive rented a house which has* g!»cn complete
satisfaction, to my wifo. Bho is perfectly delighted
With tho in-door arrangements, and out-door arrange
ments, and insists with great energy that tho garden
is not only ittge enough id taf*fa’ ail Ihd vegetables
wo may, need, but Unit llio soUulry npplo-troc—leaf
less and almost branchless—*fbd whjch I mistook for
a clothes lino post* will afford us all tho fruit Wo may
fttfnt tho coming summer.
We expect to bo “fixed" in the course of a Week
of two;’ and when $e nfo ai ItfAt settled in a house nf
our own—enjoying the waking realities of boarding
house dreams-it is not unlikely that the readers of
tae Gaxetto may again hear from Mr. and Mrs. Jones.
AlWcUom*
lipw ninny nufrer un'roiptitiHl affection 1 Thy ore
attached strongly to those who return lliom cold
words, indifferent looks, and oven avoid thoir pres
ence. A word, that might not l>o olherw so noticed,
orton sinks deeply in the heart of one whoso ufo is
bound up In onolhot. Where an object la cherished,
each motion is.watched with solicitude, and a stiiflo
oi*os oiiiuisito pleasure, while a frown, sends a dag
eor to the lioarl. Thera is no greater sin than to
crash those worm alTccllons gushing freely from a
generous heart. It dries up lire fountain of tire soul
—fades the smile on the cheek, and casta a shadow
over every bright and glorious prospect. Prow pear
to tire heart that loves yon, return Ihp <h*ora received,
and if you cninjol ,|ovp in return, ho careful not to
hrulso it or break It hy a careless word—on unkmd.uk
pression, or an air of Indifference.
(Ej’"Willinm," said a carpenter, to his apprentice.
"I’m going away to-day. and woht you to grind alt 1
the tools," “Yes sir,” Tire carpenter canw hpnrej
at night. “William, have you ground all the tools
right.sharp 1" "All but the hand-tdw" said Bill;'l
.Wouldn’t got quite all the gaps out ofthuf." ,
At «2 oi> PER ANNDIt. ‘
NO. ii.
From the St. Louis liovllle. .
A STOUT OS' LEAP TEAR*
BY JOB MILLER.
Sam simltli Sallibmo oh Now Tcat’i day, in dia*
liabillc. Hia board was Unshaved, lila liatr was un
comhbll; Hia boots were unbliiokbd, add.lie was lean,
ing back In a pltiiJrcAijilc altitude; with his heels
against the mantle piece; smoking a cigar. Sam
thought to htmscirthat, it was Jeap' year; and how
glorioils it Would bo If tho Radies, could dulg be in*
duccd lo p‘op the question, m accordance with;theit
uncicnt'privilogcs. As ho sot watching the >mo ӣ
which so gracefully curled, his fancy glowed with
.the idea. How delightful it would be lo have tho
dear croaltires fondling oh him, and .with lender
glances bHabafrofing lo do the agreeable I As,ho
meditated his hoarl'softcncd. and,ho began to feel a
squeamish, womanish sensibility diffuse'itself over
Ins fculingsj and he thought ho would faint with pro
priety llio first Uirte a yodng lady would sqnocte hid
honcK, :i.-, -• . i .. - j
Rap, rap; rnp, sounded.al tho dbor.‘ Wl Sam peeped
through tho Vonltlan blinds. ( . ■■ , » : .
** Mercy;’’ exclaimed he} ** If Hero isn’t Miss Jones
and 1 all in my dishabille, and looking like a'fright
—goodness gracious j I must go right away and. .
fix myself.” . iiLil
■ As he left the foom Miss Joqcs entered, aha
will) a composed air intimated ■ that she would
wail. 1 , ( *
Mias Susan Jones was a firm believer in yrqman p
rights; and now that tho season was propitious,* she
determined lo take tho advantnge thereof, and' dp *
little courting on her own hook. It was oho ofwo*
man’s privileges, which had been usurped by thetyj
rant, man—and she was determined to.assert hot
rights in spite of the hollow formalities of a false
•system of snoteiy; . •. *, ...
with d pnlpalaling heart, Sam Smith ;
went through a scries ,df personal adornments. .The %
last twist was given lo his collar, Ihbhsl burl -lo
his whiskers, and with while'cambnek in his hand
he dcccndcd lo tho parlor. Miss Joncsruahed lore
ccjtojilm,- and grasping his hand with' fervor, ssld,
u Dearest, how beautiful you look,” accompany
ing her ivbtds wllh a glance of undisguised admira-
lion. ' r , . ‘ i i
“ Sparc the blushes of a modest young'man,”, saW
Sainj applying his fcambric to his fuco to hide, his
Conlusjdn. . t . - <
Nay, my love, why so coy?” said Susan, liirnnot
nwny those lovely eyes; dark os jet, but sparkling as
(ho diamond.. Listen io (lie vows bT.fnnd affcfclioh.
Hero let us rcsh'said she,* drawing him to a
hcrc,with my arm around llicc,wi)ll protest my folia
affection.” t ,
*«Lcavt3 pie,’ pli, leave me,” murmured Sam; “think
of my youth; my inexperience—spare; o!i; spare
palpntating heart!”. ... t •.
“ Leave thee,” said Susan pressing him plosor to
her, “ never,until the story of icstless nights, of .no*,
quiet days; of ospiralions, Fond emotions; and .undy
ing love, is laid before thee. Know that foFyejats I
have nursed for iheb a secret Need 1 tell how
each manly beauty moved me | hpw I worshjpwsd
Jikb a Sunflower In the lurid light of lhoSe. > scanet
tresses; how my fond heart was eirtraped In the mesh
ss, Of those fnogoiJicent whiskers; how X was willing
to yield lip to the gpvcfnittent.of that “imperial,” thy
manners, so, modest; so dciocnlc, enchanted tp®T|*i o y
to me—for ihy joy was my joy. My heart is Ujijw
(aho it—but first let mo snatch one fuss
from (hose ruby lips.” • .• >■
.The overwrought feelings ■of the delicate
veto f6p strong, - ,ahd!,hp fulnlod from/excess ,of joy*
ftlcanivnilo .iho enaniofed maiden bung fondly, over
him, and— , ,
- Slowly the eyes of Sam Smith opened—andl gatca
>vildiy roupd him—.then.meeting Ihp ardentgape
his “lotar, 1 * he blushed deeply; .and hphind. his hand
kerchief faintly faltered out— Ask MV Pal”
TI<B XJNKlrtDßsi* OUT, OP .
A jeweller of this city who shell bo nameless, was
lately applied to by a nice looking man, to make a
cold ling for him, having irt it a blade, very jlolicm
and keen concealed,' except on a narrow scrutiny and
opening with a spring. The bargain was made.to
furnish it for thirty dollars. On the appointed ijay
the purchaser appeared, paid lho stipulated, pncpj
which was fobbed very complacently, and with an
air of satisfaction pul it uh hi* finger. . The jeweller,
of course very innocently, asked whirl no wsnled do
do rfith sutli on arlit'lo, to which the reply was to
cut open pockets with. •*Ah, *'replied the
doubtless in ameiemenl, ** how ,con you, do. such
things with such an instrument; ond not bo delect*
cd 1" . , ~
Tie performer replied iliai Ilia art consisted in ill
verting the nltenlion of the people from everything
lliot looked like a design upon Ihom—that lie rubbed
hia forehead, adjusted Ilia lint, &q„ and dial discov
ery came 100 late. Ho tlien liado him good morning,
and wont bin way. Shortly after, tho jeweller, a, ho
walked around Iho counter, wok accosted by ihoclerK
—“wby what ia the ninllor with yoiir pantaloons 1",
**llow come you lo tour thorn - so 1" “Nothing that
I know of!" woo the onawer, " where 1" “ Why;
just look." When lo! bin pocket woo found ,lo bo
cut by the '.‘artist," with hio now instrument, ond hi?
pocket hook gone, with not only the thirty dollar,
just pnid, hut four hundred beside. Verdict of. tbs
public—" Served him right.”— Balt. Suui
"’Come, Simon, got up itiy good hoy,' ill ofttr shu;
" iVlial oh dot, Mo*'as,’,wliat If it h’o orfeMiso 1“
'Sposo if sun yiso two hours 'fore, day; poof Simon
must git up onus sun yiso 7 Don't como dut gonio
ober dis child, no liow !"
A Harrs Man.—The editor' tff .tlifc Pillabiirff
Clifonicio must he o happy ft iiow,'. Just hear how ha
talk,!, . , ■ ,
«' Xoik ohdnt llio enjoyment of wooilh—it - never
woo—it never con ho enjoyed, ,An obundonoe.of
irtiont'J (a a hoop of mliory; 'A titan who owna j
small house—a amail farm— a small wifi— a .big
dog—a good cow—two or throe fat pigs and two
children ought lo he satisfied, If lio isn't bo neref
can lib."-, ■ . . ~,
Tlio human family can learn from (ho sferK wj
finest trail In. & good character— the young one nevcf
ceases (o fintf feud for the nged parent.
ttTSponklng without thinking laihooll
taking aim. .
n->M O n should become intelligent, not for (he sake
of bccomfn* egroout'lo to eociol* or even to.our
iTicnJ.i but fur till) miko ofllio 1(010 wo ero compelled
to spend with oursolvce, Qf all, poor dovlle on Ijno.
rant mm left olene is the ino»t to be pilled.
A Witt* Toast.— Who (ini Colonel Greene; of
Uyr Boston Post, could have given llio following
ty toast: C,
n Texas.— Sha flogged her father before she was
of age, and then married a man sixty yoarsoldot
than herself" • : . ,
Tnc French Thr«*nb,—A gildsd chair, covered
with velvet, and Iho IcUors "L. P.’’ (Louis PUUUppo)
on the back,’surmounted by a golden crown,
luted ihp Tyrone of Franco, which U\q neopip dost
tryyed In front of the Puiuqe on tUu pf ?cW
rua ; ry. / " . ~ ‘ 1 •-
ftoiiMP to com Oi»>—(}mnow|\cfo lir Hlb' \
.Uvlghl of Iho fuller and brrthh wni (larforminr
Mto operation of (having a homier with u vw'jr. dull
r °’°Slop r (aid t||o .hoonior, " tllhf vfont ; «l«i M .
» What’a do tnoVUfboM?" ■_ . j ,
■« Thai ra?ot i/AAtiidK’ of,
n Wolf, no nml»a for C eroo-offl"
do raior don't brookj dp pp*ffl “
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