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The Swan-Song of Parson Avery
1635.
When the reaper's task was ended, and the summer
wearing' late,
Parson Avery sailed from Newbury with his wife and
children eight,
Dropping town the river harbor in the shallop Watch
and Wait.
Pleasantly lay the clearings in the mellow summer
morn,
And the newly-planted orchards dropping their fruits
first-born,
And the homesteads like. brown islands amidst a sea of
=
Broad meadows reaching seaward the tided creeks be
Wrenn,
And hills rolled, wave-like, inland, with oaks and \Val
El=
A fairer hom a, a goodlier land, his cyc had never seen.
Yet away sailed Parson Avery, away where duty led,
And the voice of God seemed calling, to break the liv
ing bread .
To the souls of fishers starving on the rocks of Marble
head:
All day they sailed: at nightfallthe pleasuatlnadhreeze
died,
The blackening sky at midnight its starry• lights denied,
And, far and low, the thunder of tempest prophesied.
Blotted out was all the coast-line, gone were rock and
wood and sand;
Grimily anxious stood the helmsman with the tiller in his
hand,
And questioned of the darkness what was sea and what
was land.
And the preacher heard his dear ones, nestled round
him, weeping sore:
'l 4 .rever heed, my little children! Christ is walking on
@En
'To the pleasant land or Heaven, where the sea shall be
no more,
All at once the great cloud parted, like a curtain drawn
amide,
To let down the torch of lightning on the terror far and
wide;
And the thunder and the «•hirlwind together smote the
tide.
There was wailing in the shallop, woman's wail and
man's despair,
A crash of breaking timbers on the rocks so sharp and
bare,
And through it all the murmur of Father Avery's prayer.
From the struggle in the darkness with the wild waves
and the blast,
On a rock, where every billow broke above him as it
passed,
Alone of all his household the man of God was cast.
There a comrade heard him praying in the pause of
wave and wind:
•'All my own hnyc gone before me, and I linger just
behind;
Not for life I ask, but only for the rest thy ransomed
find!
'ln this night of death I challenge the promise of thy
Word!
Let me see the great salvation of which mine ears have
heard!
Let me pass from hence forgiven, through the grace of
Christ, our Lord!
"In the baptism of these waters wash white toy every
And let me, follow up to Thee my household and my kin!
Open the sea-gate of Thy Heaven and let me enter in!"
The ear of God was open to his servant's last requesti
As the strong wave swept hint downward the tweet
prayer upward pressed,
And the soul of Father Avery went with it tohis rest.
There was wailing on the mainland from the rocks of
Marblehead,
In the stricken church of Newbury the notes for prayer
Were rend,
And long by board and hearthstone the living mourned
dead.
And still the fishers out-bound, or scudding from the
11
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With grave and reverent faces the ancient tale recall,
When they see the white waves breaklug on the "Rock
of Avery's Fait"
gritttigiu.
How Nellie Lee was Pawned
Have you ever pawned a watch? Don't
start, reader. I know you are highly re
spectable, that you have a house in Gramercy
Park, and a balance of several thousands at
the Merchants' Bank, nevertheless you may
have been placed in circumstances which
rendered it necessary for you to pawn your
watch. I have known men as rich and
eminent as you, sneak into a temple of bar
ter where three golden balls shown conspi
cuous, and, under the name of John Jones,
deposits certain articles of jewelry as secu
rity for certaintriding sums of money.
I have known a clergyman pawn a dia
mond breast-pin on a rainy day, in order to
raise enough of money to pay his cab fare.
I have known a lot of literary bohemians,
in London and Paris, sup off an evening
coat, or a Spanish mantle. I once pawned
two Dresden china sheperdesses, and a vase
,of the same material, that ornamented my
mantel-piece, in order to raise the money to
buy the paper on which I wrote an article
for Blackwood's Magazine that brought me
in fifty pounds. I have been acquainted
with the descendants of the Medici in Lon
don, Paris, Vienna, and now I am going to
tell you the results of my acquaintance with
them in New York.
There is a certain side street running
across Broadway which I will, with your
permission, call Chickory street. Chickory
street is not its name, but as I am about to
relate some private matters in connection
with it, it would not be delicate or judicious
if I were to be geographically correct.
In Chiekory street resides a. gentleman
named Lazarus Levi, Esq., whose spacious
old-fashioned house is the repository of va
rious articles of property belonging to num
berless enlightened but distressed citizens
of the United States. The lower story of
Mr. Levi's dwelling is fitted up with a glass
front, very dingy and dusty, so that the
several articles exposed to view in the win
' dow are but dimly seen. There are flutes,
with tarnished keys, that have lain silent
' for years. The dust lies thick on the em
bouchure of each; for the lips that blew
there the graduated air have shrunk into
mere skin long ago, and the agile fingers
that ran over the holes are now louse bones,
that lie here and there, never to hang to
gether on earth again.
You can see all sorts of things in Mr.
Levi's window. California diamonds; real
diamonds very rare; banjos, relics of disap
pointed minstrels; guns, suggestive of sport
ing Englishmen hard up; silver tea-pots,
now black and uncheerful, hinting at terri
ble domestic distresses in some pour fellow's
home, and snaking ybu sec the thin wife
stealing out at night to raise money on the
family valuables to feed the children.
The interior of the shop is devoted to dry
goods. The details, however, can be but
dimly made out, owing to the extremely du
bious light that pervades the store. Even
in the broad daylight, a judicious twilight I
exists in Mr. Levi's. What the French call
a dernijour, is much affected by lovers and
gentlemen who spout their watches.—
Through this mysterious atmosphere ono can
feebly distinguish rows of shelves packed
tightly with dark bundles of wearing ap
parel, and Biddy's gown and Patrick's
Sunday coat lie there together until next
month's wages come to separate them.
Mr. Levi is my friend. I have occasion
ally
mercantile transactions with him; for I
am a literary man, and it sometimes hap
pens that I need five dollars. On these oc
casions I travel round my room, as M.
Xavier de Maistre may be supposed to have
done, in search of some appropriate token
of esteem, to convey to Mr. Levi, in order
to induce him to advance the required suns.
In this choice it is necessary to exercise dis
crimination. For instance, I know that it
will never do to present my stamped velvet
waistcoat three times running. And that if
I were to take my little French clock to Mr.
Levi too frequently, the article would pall
upon him, and my credit ho impaired.—
Variety is necessary to persons of Mr. Levi's
position. Continual partridge destroys their
appetite. They are epicures, and must be
fed with novelties.
OM
Accordingly one day, having need of the
traditional five dollars to meet the expenses
of a forthcoming literary soiree at my room,
I after some deliberation, determined to
present my Indian chess-board to Mr. Levi,
as a token of affection, and work upon his
feelings so far as to induce him to present
me with the longed V. The chess-board
was ivory inlaid. The men were delight
fully Oriental, being carved all over. I had
great faith in the article, as it had never
before been under Mr. Levi's charge.
I waited until evening. It was a lovely
evening for pawning. A thick fog, damp
and threatening rain, hung over the trees,
so that there were but few passengers abroad.
Chiekory street was almost deserted.
I rang at Mr. Levi's privatedoor. It was
a privilege I had earned, both by the con
stancy of my friendship and the usually
valuable nature of my presents. A delight
ful Hebrew serving-girl, with a nose mas
sive as Egyptian architecture, opened the
door and admitted me to Mr. Levi's private
parlor. In a few moments that estimable
gentleman entered.
"Alt! Mister Papillote," be said, holding
out his hand ,"how du youdo? Comoagain,
eh? Well, what is it this evening?"
"A little matter I want you to arrungefor
me," I replied, unrolling my silk handker
chief from the chess-beard. "I want five
dollars on this for a few days."
"Hum! On my word, Mr. Papillote, I'm
sorry to see a gentleman like you coming
here so often. It's really too bad."
Levi, as I said before, took an interest in
me, and sometimes talked to me like a father.
"i'dy good Levi," I answered, laughingly,
"don't take any serious trouble on my ac
count: I'm all right. You know the best
of us will get into difficulties occasionally.
By the way, would you like to go to the
opera to-morrow night!"
The Jew's eyes glistened. They love
music, those Jews.
[Atlanta Monthly.
"Hare you got tickets?"
"Here are two. Cau you let me baTethe
money?"
"Well, really, Mr. Papillote, chess is not
a valuable property justat present. It comes
hard on the intellect, sir."
"Dot this is an Indian chess-board. It
belonged to the Rajah of Gendarcool, and
was taken from the royal table by an uncle
of mine in the Albieore Fencibles, who was
at the siege of Gundarcool. It is a histori
cal chess-board, Mr. Levi. Do you play
chess?"
"Not exactly, air. But I came very near
learning it once."
"Yon know that a pawn is inseparably
connected with the game, I suppose?"
"NO ENTERTAINMENT IS SO CHEAP AS READING, NOR ANY PLEASITRE SO LASTDIG."
COLUMBIA, PENNSYLVANIA, SATURDAY MORNING, JUNE 26, 1858.
"1 have heard so.nething of the kind, sir."
"Completely in your line of business, yon
EMI
Mr. Levi stared. My joke was completely
lost upon him. It was a very mild joke,
certainly, but then, could a better have been
expected from a man who was begging for
five dollars?
"I'm sorry yon don't play," I hastened to
continue, covering my jocular feature with
some other remark. "I should like to have
a game with you. That oboes-board, I as
sure you, is worth thirty dollars if it is
worth a penny. Think of the association,"
Heaven forgive me, but the Rajah was a
creation of the moment. I bad been made
a present of the chess-board by a sailor who
had voyaged to Calcutta; but one must be
a little deceitful now and then in this wicked
world.
"Well, I'll let you have the money," said
Mr. Levi, "though we're rather short to
day. A great deal of business doing just
now, Mr. Papillote;" and, laying the Ra
jah's property on the table, ho disappeared
into the office to make out the duplicate.
"A great deal of business doing!" That
meant, when translated, a great deal of
misery wandering about the street; a great
many homes gloomy for want of petty sums
of money; a great many poor students
moaning over their valuable books, sacri
ficed to keeping life enough in them to read
those that were left; a great many drunk
ards, craving for their accustomed poison,
and getting it at the cost of necessaries; a
great many mothers shivering in blanket
less beds that the little ones might not starve.
This was the terrible kind of business that
was doing. •
I was reflecting on all this when I heard
the parlor door open, and a light step fall
softly on the carpet. Thinking it was Levi
returning with the money, I did not raise
my head. Presently a voice—ah, how un
like Levi's btittery Jewish accents!—start
led me from my reverie.
"I can play at chess," it said very softly,
I looked up, suddenly. A little fairy
creature, about sixteen years old, with long,
fair hair, and large, beautiful blue eyes,
stood just within the door staring at me,
like some timid bird at him who wanders in
lonely woods, half fearing to approach, yet
longing to come nearer.
"And who on earth aro you?" I asked,
abruptly; and as I spoke I saw at a glance
that the Wed of the children of Israel; did
not run in their clear, blue veins.
"I'm Nellie Lee, sir," replied the appari
tion, "and I'm in pawn."
"In what?" I exclaimed, under the im
pression that I must have been deceived in
the absurd statement I had just heard.
"In pawn, sir," she repeated as simply as
if she n-as saying that she was in bed.
"And who put you into pawn, in the
name of all the Medici may I ask?" I said,
scarcely able to keep my countenance.
"Father pawned me for money to buy
paints." answered this extraordinary de
posit, "and I'm so lonesome—oh! you can't
think!"
"What is your respectable parent, may I
inquire?"
"lie is an artist, sir, and he has just got
an order, sir, and he wanted money for the
canvas and the paints to finish the picture.
ffe paints beautiful pictures; indeed he
does!"
Sho seemed so very anxious about my
not doubting her father's ability that I
smiled a sort of assent, as if I were perfect
ly convinced of his Tare talents, and was
intimately acquainted with the merit of
every one of his productions.
"Where do they keep you?" I asked, half
jestingly, for the whole affair seemed so
like a vaudeville, that I expected every mo
mentto hear some unseen audience applaud
ing the performance. "Do they put you in
the safe with the jewelry, or lay you in on
the shelves with the gowns and the coats?"
"No, sir, I live up stairs with Mr. Levi.
Father wilt come, though, in a few days,
with the money and redeem me."
All this as seriously as if it wt.+ the com
monest thing in the world for distressed
fathers to pawn their children, and keep the
duplicates in their waistcoat pockets."
"have you ever been in pawn before,
Miss Nellie Lee?"
"Oh, yes, sir. Father painted the 'Seven
Sleepers of Ephesus' with what he got on
me last fall."
"This was really more than I could stand,
and I lay back on the old hair-bottomed
sofa and roared with laughter. The deposit
stood before me with a grave and patient
demeanor, neither surprised at my merri
ment nor apparently thinking that there was
anything at all singular in her position."
"You say that you play chess," I said, at
last checking my merriment by a great ef
fort, out of respect for the fair face and
beautiful eyes that I saw before me.—
"Would you like to play a game?"
"Oh, yes," answered the deposit, "I
should like it very much. You can't think—"
We eat down to play chess. I do not
know how long we were at it; but this
know, that if the entrance of Mr. Levi had
not disturbed us, it would have continued
probably to the present day. There was a
first move. Then a long conversation, dar
ing which the blue eyes seemed to be in
tently studying the black eyes. Then
another move. Then more conversation,
until at last the rival forces on the Rajah's
ivory battle-field got into such a state of
confusion that Mello,* Herr Harwitz would
have become a lunatic at the first glance be
cast upon them.
As for me, I thought of nothing but the
simple, beautiful young creature who sat
opposite to me, and, in spite of myself; vis
ions of such a being moving about my lonely
chambers, making the gloom gay, and caus
ing the bachelor's barren life to bloom like
the dry rod of the high priest. 4
In the midst of all this in came Mr. Levi
with my five dollars and the duplicate for
the chess-board. He seemed rather aston
ished at the quiet intimacy which bad been so
suddenly established between myself and
bis deposit.
"Mr. Levi," said I to him, "I had no idea
that you lent money on this species of per
sonal security. I have a richold uncle, who
won't die and leave me my share of his pro
perty, that I would be very glad to raise
something on. now much will you give me
on him? lle's in an excellent state of pre
servation, and has served in the last warl"
"Oh!" he replied, laughing without pay
ing any attention to my proposed avuncular
exchange. "Nellie Lee is a captial girl,
and it's sometimes as well that she should
be away from her father. ne—" and here
he made an expressive pantomime sug;es•
tive of rum. Hooked at Nellie. ller large
eyes were filling with tears.
"Don't be angry with me, Nelle," continued
the pawnbroker, kindly. "You know that
ho has very bad habits or you would not be
here. My wife is very fond of her, Mr.
Papillote; for that matter her father adores
her, and as ho never will finish any of his
pictures without the spur of some terrible
necessity, We.contrive to getlito to put Nellie
in what he calls pawn, and then he is sure
to work to get the money to redeem her.—
Nellie, child, don't cry."
I went up to the poor child, and took her
hand gently in my own.
Lee,"l said, "youlove your father
very much."
She nodded her head, and shook off a tear
or two that fell upon her hand.
"It is but right you should do so. But
you are in a strange position hero. Your
father is not fit to be your guardian, and you
will not always meet with pawnbrokers as ,
kind as Mr. Levi. Now whatyou might to do is '
to intrust yourself to the care of some man
who is young and strong,andwho, with your
fair face and good influence tostimulate him,
will work for you day and'night, and love
you as dearly as ever your father did."
She shook her head gently, and still the
tears fell.
"You think such an ono cannot be found.
You are wrong. If you could bring your
self to accept his protection; if you could
persuade yourself that a love suddenly born
can be as vigorous and lasting as one that
takes years to mature, you never would re
pent of it; I swear it."
"And where is there such an one?" de.
manded Levi, with a mingled incredulity
and curiosity twinkling in his black Jewish
eyes.
"Here!" I answered. "I want but such
an object as this to becomo industrious. I
have abilities, if I turn them to account, of
that I am convinced; and, after all, if the
worst shotild come, nothing under hearen
can 'keep me from inheriting a portion of my
uncle's estate. If Nellie Lee will take me
for her husband, I call God to witness that
I will cherish and love her until death."
The little heart shook no longer, and Ifelt
a slight pressure from the small hand in
mine. It may have been a tremor, however.
"Her father would never consent," said
Levi, reflectively.
"Never," echoed Nellie, in a low murmur
"ho loves me so."
I could have said, "What love is this that
puts its idol into a pawnbroker's shop?"
but I dared not insult the pure heart beside
me, and I remained silent. There was a
long pause. No one seemed to know what
to say, and Nellie's hand still remained in
mine. Then we all heard a sudden, violent
ring at the hall-door bell. Levi started and
left the room, and still Nellie and I remain
ed silent.
In a. few seconds Lcvire•entcred, paloand
agitated. He stopped on the threshold, and,
leaning against the edge of the door, ho said:
"I am glad of IL She has no guardian
now but you."
"My father!" and with a shriek Nellie
slipped from me, and flew toward the Jew.
"Poor child!" he said, laying his hand
reverently on her head, as if misfortune had
rendered her sacred; "it is so. Ile has left
you alone."
There was a wild burst of grief in that
dingy pawnbroking parlor, and poor little
Nellie Lee sobbed, and fluttered like a bird
vainly beating against the iron wires of its
cage. The old artist was dead; the wretch
ed man, unable to resist temptation, had ex
pended the money he had. obtained from
Levi in drink, and was found by the police
in Washington Park stretched dead on one
of the walks. He had killed himself with
rum.
For many hours my poor child was dis
tracted with her sorrosr; and good Mrs. Levi
came down stairs, adorned with unredeemed
jewelry, and the black-eyed thick lipped,
Miss Esther, her daughter, was also there,
smelling of patchouli, and Levi himself was
continually coming in and out of the shop
with bottles of Cologne forthe child's temp
les, and vinaigrettes to hold to her nose.—
They were all so kind and so gentle to my
little 'Nellie in this her great sorrow, that 1
made a vow on the spot never to speak ill of
a pawnbroker again as long as I:lived.
But in time the tempest wore itself away.
Nellie came at last to listen to the few words
of consolation I cared to utter; for I am an
Unbeliever in verbal anodynes; and late that
evening I might have been seen sitting on
the old hair-bottomed sofa with a fair, round
face somewhat flushed by weeping, nestling
on my bosom, while Mr. Levi and Miss
Esther sat by the fire and occasionally look
ed around to admire us.
Need Igo much further? Need I describe
the quiet wedding at St. Thomas', where I
vowed to be a true husband to Nellie Lee?
It would not interest you very much; for
there were no orange blossoms, or brides
maids, and no reception and German cotillion
afterwards.
But I may as well inform you that all I
predicted has come to pass. lem now in
dustrious and independent. Nellie is the
dearest wife that ever wore a ring; and when
I visit Mr. Levi, which I do often for old
friendship's sake, I walk boldy into his house;
and have no pecuniary object in so doing.
On an inlaid-table in my drawing-room
stands an ivory chess-board. It belonged to
theßajah of Gundarcool, and was taken from
the royal table by a relative of mine in the
Albieore rencibles, after the siege of that
place. In short, it is the very identical chess
board which led to my finding Nellie Leo in
pawn.
The Barber of Nuremberg
rap)" Tub
The largo clock on the town house of Nu
remberg struck the hour of ten as the bar
ber of the University, after scraping the
chins of a dozen students, was preparing to
retire to rest, when suddenly the door of the
shop opened, and a man of short stature,
but robust frame, quickly stepped toward
him. The appearance and language of the
personage, whom the barber never remem
bered to have seen before in his shop, indi
cated a jovial fellow, and a man free from
all carp. His costume was rather singular.
He wore a broad-brimmed hat, an old-fash
ioned coat, and gray breeches, fastened with
copper buckles. His hair, curling, and
black as the raven's wing, fell upon his
shoulders; his moustaches were long and
thick, and his beard had at least five day's
growth. He bowed in a free and familiar
manner upon entering the shop, and uncer
emoniously seated himself in the arm chair
that received the barber's customers.
The barber gazed with astonishment upon
the stranger, and could not recover from his
surprise at such familiarity. The other,
without noticing in the slightest the aston
ishment of the barber, passed and repassed
his hand over his heavy beard. At length
ho said:
"Con you share me?"
"Sir?" said the barber, with as much as
surance as if he had not understood him.
"I ask you if you can shave me?" replied
the other in a loud voice. "Have I come
fur anything else but that?" And again be
commencedstroking his beard complacently.
The barber was a tall, spare man, fur
nished with legs somewhat resembling spin
dles; he might have been about fifty years
of age, and courage, even in his youth, had
never been the most brilliant trait in his
character. Still, he had too much personal
dignity—he, the barber patronized by the
professors of the University—to allow him
self to be defied with impunity by a stranger,
in his own house. His anger was stronger
than the sensation of fear he experienced,
and he listened to the question of his inso
lent visitor with an assurance unusual to
"You ask mc, sir, if I can shave you,"
said he, continuing to whet a razor which
he was holding in his hand when the
stranger entered, "I do not see any obsta
cle why I should not, notwithstanding the
late hour of the evening. I can," continued
he, jestingly, "shave any man who has
never bad any beard on his chin. You
would not be more difficult to shave than
any other person, although your beard has
some resemblance to the hair of a hedge hog,
or any other animal of that kind."
"Alt, very well; you will shave me then?"
replied the other, seating himself comforta
bly in the armchair, unfastening his cravat,
and extending his large limbs, placing him
self in the position of a man who is to be
shaved, and rubbed and stroked his beard
and chin with evident satisfaction.
• The barber placed his spectacles upon his
long nose, and gazed upon the stranger with
a malicious and ironical air. Finally be
broke the silence:
I say, sir, that I can shave everybody
but—"
"But what?" said the other, discontentedly
"But yon I will not," replied the barber.
And he began to whet his razor as before,
without paying more attention to the new
corner, who appeared perfectly astonished
at the language, and regarded the barber
with surprise, mingled with curiosity.
But curiosity soon gave way to anger,
which was evident by the distention of his
breast and nostrils, and by the passion
which suddenly burned in his countenance.
By degrees his cheeks swelled out until they
had almost' acquired the size and roundness
of an enormous pumpkin.
"Not shave me!" said be, suddenly eject
ing from his longs and cheeks the quantity
of air which filled them. This explosion of
wind was terrible. The barber trembled
like a leaf, and bad not strength to utter a
$1,50 PER YEAR IN ADVANCE; ..$2,00 IF NOT IN ADVANCE
single word. "Not shave met" cried the
strarger, and silence continued to reign.—
"Not shave me!" repeated the little man a
third time, louder still, springing from his
seat with an extraordinary bound, consider
ing his corpulence.
The barber was alarmed, not without
reason; for the other placed himself before
him, with arms akimbo and flashing eyes, in
the most hostile attitude. The barber laid
his strop and razor upon the mantel-piece,
hardly knowing what lie did.
'To you wish to insult me in my own
house?" murmured he, with all the courage
ho could call to his aid.
"Blood and thunder! Who spoke of in
sulting you? I wished to be shaved. - What
is there in that so uncommon?"
"I do not shave after ten o'clock," replied
the barber; "besides, I work only for the
professors and students of the university.
I have been strictly forbidden by the Rever
end Doctor Religen Anhelat and the aca
demical senate to exercise my ingenuity
upon the face or head of all others."
"Doctor lleligen Anhelat!" repeated the
other, with a smile of contempt. "And
what dunce can he be?"
' "He is the provost of the university, and
the professor of moral philosophy," replied
the barber, greatly shocked to hear the
learned doctor spoken of in such a term.
"What! Is it this vulgar pedant, Anhelat,
who gives such orders? I have not time to
pass the whole night hero, and I have but
onn thing to say to you. It is, that if you
do not shave me, I will shave you, and in
the right manner, too. So think well of it;
you now see what you have to do." And
suiting the action to the word, he extended
his arm, seized the barber by the nose, and
forcibly held him upon the chair which be
himself had quitted.
The other was a moment abashed by the
rapidity of this movement. Ito looked with
a mixture of surprise and rage upon the
author of this audacious action; and it was
only when feeling upon his face the co]d and
wet impress of the lather-brush, that ho was
recalled to his present situation. He tried
to rise, but was kept in his place by the vig
orous and inflexible arm of the little man.
Ile had no other resource than to turn his
head from left to right to avoid the fatal
brush; but his efforts were useless.
Hise forehead, his nose, his cheeks, and
his ears were daubed with the soapy matter.
When he attempted to cry out, his efforts
were not more successful; the indefatigable
little man filled his mouth with lather, and
continued with more energy than ever.—
With one hand he held him by the throat,
with the other furnished with the brush, he
pursued his operation, laughing heartily,
and enjoying with the most clamorous mirth
the scene before his eyes.
At length the barber succeeded in pro
nouncing a few words, it was to cry mercy
with all his might, promising to shave his
oppressor at all times whenever ho wished
it, notwithstanding the orders of Heligen
Anhelat and the academical senate. This
declaration gave him some respite. Ile
tremblingly arose. His first care was to
remove the lather, which attested to his hu
miliation, while the little man coolly seated
himself in the chair, nearly bursting with
laughter.
The stupefied barber prepared his instru
ments for the operation which he was to
perform upon his adversary, though in a
very different manner from usual. He work
ed slowly, thus giving himself time to recov
er from theshock he had experienced. Fin
ally, all being ready, he drew a napkin un
der the chin of of his new customer, and
was just commencing to cover his chin with
lather, when he cried, "Stop."
The barber frightened as a poacher taken
on some flagrant offence, drew back some
steps, looking at the other with terror he
could not disguise.
"Be careful; at least do not cut my throat!"
said the stranger, with a loud voice.
"My business is to cut the beard, and not
tbe throat," humbly replied the barber.
"Without doubt—without doubt. But I
am not obliged to believe you upon your
honor; so take care, I tell you. If you cut
my throat, I will blow out your brains, that
is all." And putting his hands into one o
the large pockets of his coat, he drew forth
a pistol and laid it upon a chair near him.—
"Now commence," continued he; "and re
collect that if you scratch my chin in the
slightest, or if you leave a single hair there,
your life shall pay the forfeit! I give you
warning."
The sight of this terrible weapon increas
ed the barber's terror. His hand trembled
alike leaf; he began to prepare thesoap, and
it took him teatimes longer than it Inaclever
done before on any occasion. Ito dreaded to
touch his razor to his chin; so he resolved to
continue lathering indefinitely, rather than
run the risk of receiving a ball in his head.
This delay was of benefit to him, for it en
abled him to gain more assurance; the strang
er found nothing to say. Oa the contrary.
his good humor seemed to revive beneath the
agreeable tickling on the brush, and begin
ning to whistle merrily, he blew the lather
from his lips into the barber's face.
Half an hour had passed, and he wag still
engaged in this preliminary operation, which
seemed to please the little man; for, instead
of complaining of its length, he ..continued
to bum and whietle, to the great displeasure
of our barber,- who experienced some diffi
culty in lathering such a variable phyraing
nomy. Nearly three quarters of an hour
[WHOLE NUMBER, 1,456.
he had thus spent in robbing the chin of this
singular personage, without perceiving any
release from his labor; for the little man
laughed in his face, and repeated the eternal
"Lather away!" the moment the barber
seemed ready to relinquish the brush. Be
sides, he remembered his chastisement for
his first resistance—and there, too, before
his eyes lay the threatening pistol.
Jt is impossible to conceive the agony oC
the barber. He felt as confinedin themagie
circle of some enchanter, whose power he
could not escape from. His stren.qth was
now nearly exhausted; keno longer had any
will, and each movement of his body was in
direct oppostion to what he wished to do.—
If he stopped a moment, the never endinsr
"Lather away!" resounded in his ears; if he
wanted to take his razor, he was prevented
by this cry and if he refused to share him,
he ran the risk of being shaved himself.
"Lather away!" cried the stranger, with
stentorian voice, thrusting his fingers in the
curls of his thick, black hair, and opening,
as he smiled, an enormous large mouth.
"I cannot any longer," at length said the
barber, letting his hands fall with weariness
and fatigue.
"You cannot any more, do you say, my
old man? I will cure you of that. Come,
take some drops of this wonderful liquor—
the elixir of Mephistophiles the friend of Dr.
Faust." As he said this, he drew from his
pocket a bottle of red liquor, uncorked it.
and before the barber knew what he was
doing, be forced him to swallow half of it.—
"Sow, lather away." continued he, "there
is nothing like it." Confounded by the
rapidity of this action, the pour num had no
time to reflect, and dipping the brush again
into the soap, he continued as before. Re
vived by whathe had swallowed, he felt new
life diffused in all his members, whilst the
little man unceasingly cried, "Lather away!"
The college cloak had struck eleven nearly
half an hour before, and midnight approach
ed. The barber continued his unlimited
task, and the stranger his eternal vocifera
tions. The "Lather away, my old man!"
constantly came from his lips, regularly ac
companied by a deep sigh of dispair exhaled
from the barber's breast; finally, the dark
ness became so great that the latter could
hardly see his brush and soap box. The
lamp, after throwing some glimmers from
its vacillating light, like a dying meteor, at
length went out. In the fireplace a few red
coals remained, sending forth but little heat
and a very feeble light. The room was on
ly lighted by the pale rays of the moon.—
The agonies of the barber increased with the
darkness; his hand could scarcely hold the
brush, which he managed. at hazard, some
times missing it. But through the clock had
struck the midnight hour, he gave no sign
of fatigue; his constant theme still continued,
"Lather away!" Another half hour had
passed, and the terrible and supernatural
accent of the little roan became less shrill.
ffe appeared to sleep, and his "Lather away!"
was repeated at long,er intervals, and in a
hollow voice. Soon he was asleep and be
gan to snore. From time to time a prolong
ed murmur, "Lather away," come from his
mouth as from the bottom of a tomb. A
cloud having eclipsed the moon, the deepest
obscurity reigned in the room, and the bar
ber was seized with unspeakable terror.
his house opened upon the cemetery of
the college, surrounded on all sides by high
walls; and regularly closed every evening.
All combined to render his position more
perilous. The perplexity of the barber had
attained its highest point. What he suf
fered was really beyond his strengh, and he
felt that he should fall senseless upon the
door. Still, suffering had even given him
some courage, and suddenly turning round.
he rapidly walked to the door, intending to
escape.
But, alas! he hod hardly stepped upon the ,
threshold when nery, "Lather n‘rry!" struck:
his ears like a clap of thunder, and ho stop
ped, perfectly motionless. His re<nlution
was shaken, he returned to his task, and be
gan to moisten the little man's cheek as
heretofore. The cries of the little man then
became more violent than they were the
proceeding half hour. His sleep seemed
disturbed, end lie again commenced his
old habit of singing, whistling and laugh
ing in a fearful manner.
"Lather away'," continued be. with his
insupportable sneering, "You are not wea
ry, I hope, my old man! Do you wish a
second portion of my elixir"'
"We need more light than elixir, - re
plied the barber, with some effort.
'!th, well, we shall not want light.—
[tore are two which are sufficient for you."
The barber drew back astonished. In tho
midst of the (I.trkness tin saw two glittering
eyes fixed on him, they were those of the
little man. 'Beneath their reflection his
cheeks became a deep scarlet; his thickhair
seemed. transformed into black serpents,
and when he laughed, his mouth and throat
seemed like the opening of a fiery furnace.
The sight of such a terrible spectacle froze
the blood in his veins. Ito saw safety only
in flight; and throwing far from him Ilia
brush and soap box, ho endeavored to rush
to the door, murmuring in the anguish of
despair, "Lord, Lord, have compassion upon
me! I have shaven the evil one!"
Recovering a little of bis strengb. he
darted across the cemetery; be sprang ever
tombstones, hillocks, graves, and all that
appeared in his way. But hardly half a
minute after his flight, his ears again
heard the stranger's frigtful bursts of