. . ._ .... . _ _ , . . . . _ r . .• . :., . . _ .... i .. ... _ _ . _ ..„..„. ~.. r . 41 1-- . -.. T ll 4 . ~.. ~• . ~,,,„.:, _., .. _ .... ..: ~.... ::. E, .. ,__ ..... ._._........ .. , .. . , _ , _ _ ~.... . , A r . SAMUEL• WRIGHT, gditof and Pioprietor. VOLUME XXX, NUMBER 35.3 TUSBIALIED EVERY SITURDAY AtORYING , (Mice in Carpet Hall, North-westcorner of , IFront and Locust streets. er is of übseription. "'Se Copy per•taulini.if paid: st advance. If not paid within. h ree •cnouthe'rom commeneomen tot she year. 200 Gfaxxtiesi a 4 1=0=s3r103r. '•• l osuti•terteltins received fora less time than •ix .1.1.0 hi: and an paper will he dkeoldinaed anti: all crrreitragie Ire ptlitl.utt!est.mt the optiteol the pub. ether. ,L7'%lettacy nay he•eraittedbYlaan a IthePublisb erls risk. Rates of Advertising. aqua r. 10' ides) one week. •• three weeks, each •ohsequentiosertion, 10 (12 ineeJoneweek 50 three weeks, f 00 wet. ,iii-eaiten !insertion • 55 • L..trge r tdverthtentrill., n proportion A llhrrall I i eoulli will he made to qua rie rly.hulf. Carl or • I ray s Ivertise merit° are strie tt confined btltrir gtintions. Done Brown Soon lifter peace had begun to shed her benign influence over the European world, and the British Lion reposed in glorious ease after the toil of a thousand battles, the 'principal cit es of the empire—especially L 'whin. Dublin and Edinburg—iwarmed with military men of all ranks, either:re tired from the service. or takin4 their pie rem or leave of absence. Great numbers of these exhibited in mnebstable proofs of hard service, in the loss of legs, arms, or eyes. left on the different battle fields which have crowned our annuls with such imperishable glory; but it must be d 'rife:Pied that here and there these honorable souvenirs were isounterfeite I by persons unconnected with the army, to gratify some childish vanity, or to serve some base and dishonest pus- pose Dahlia was at that time, comparatively speak.ng. n tl city; fir the Union was .olly fifteen years old, and its peuuliat advantages had not fully developed them selves. Saukville Street was then a brilliant and fashionable promenade; and there, in a particularly handsome shop, Mr. John Brown had recently established himself as jeweller and silversmith; a em art little talk ative man, very anxious to pick up Gusto rners amongst the aristocracy, and to scrape an acquaintance even fur acquaintance sake. with everything di.stingne, especially in the military world. On • fine summer morning a very elegant looking person entered Mr. Brown's shop; attended by a fomman in splendid livery. who Ilieplayed all that graceful tact and sell possession peculiar to the domestics of very great people. The master was a very mar tial looking figure, attired in the very qaintessen,:e milatary mufti his deep blue sourtout braided and frogged with exquisite taste, while his snow•white trousers, highly polished boots and cavalry spurs, gave a finish to the tout ensemble which was al together irresistible. S # at le o+r, thought John Brawn, for he dittoed up to the stranger in one of those graceful steps which he had studied under M. Puipas, when qualifying himself to pop the question to the accomplished young lady who afterwards became Mrs. Brown. With his most elaborate bow, the little jew •eller (offered a chair to his anticipated cos• turner—who, he then first perceived, had lost both his arms, apparently on service, his coat sleeves being empty, and looped up in front to one of hi+ buttons: a circumstance that made him infinitely more intereiging than he otherwise would have been in the opinion of John Brown.'' "Mr. —aw—Brown," said the straliger, sinking with graceful lassitude into the prof• fered chair, "I am desirous of looking nt some plate —n small service, sufficient to dine a dozen or so—but of the most recher che pattern, if you plea.e—aav Mr. Brown." "Certainly, sir—with a great deal of pleas ure, sir?" said the delighted silrerstnith. as he directed two of his smartest shopm en to display the required articles on his highly polished mahogany counter; descanting elo quently on the taste, fashion, and moltuan ship of each, as Ile gracefully hold forth its elegant form to his admiring customer. "This, sir." said John Brown. holding up a richly-chased epergne ofielahorate design and faultless execution; "this is the identi cal pattern selected by V•ce Lord Lieuten ant—." "Ah, true?" the stranger interrupting him with a bland smile; "so it is, Mr. —aw —Brown, I remarked it yesterday at his ex cellency's table; and on enquiry some of the castle people did, in fact,, tell me it was fur nished by you; which—mw—has induced me to come here, in preference to Smith and Bradford's where I was orignally rec ommended to go for my plate." John Brown was profuse in bows and ■miles and grateful thanks.to "the Castle people," for having Sent him Pm amiable a customer, who must, he conceived, hold Nome high office in the vice-regal establish ment, he even ventured to throw out a hint to that effect. "Ahl—ohf—ye4l" Mal the atranger, in a tone of happy indifference. "The Castle Staft—Comptrolle.-General of Private Dis bareementai" : John Brown hag never heard of this title before, but the daily creation of new places was then so notorious in Ireland, that the circumstance occasioned no surprise in his unsuspecting mind. "Quite a new (Ace sir!" observed John Brown, smirking and rubbing his hands, with a smile intensely obsequious,. "Just so. Mr.—aw Brown!" coldly respan= ded the stranger. "Made expressly for me; in fact, by my friend, the Mane Secretary!" Fervently did John Brown bless his stars fur having sent him a customer of so exalted a station as to be intrusted with the control of those private disbursements, a fair por tion of which he hims.tlf might hencefor ward look upon as his own. Ile therefore exerted himself so effectually to gratify the wishes of the distinguished stranger, that he finally succeeded in selling him a very handsome service of plate, sufficient to dine a dozen or so, and precisely of his excellency's pattern. EIECI [IEI 'the bill having been made out, and a lib eral discount deducted by prompt payment —such being the declared intention of the parchaser—the latter desired his footman to put his hand into his side pocket, and draw from thence his pocket book, which contained the said notes for considerable more than the amount required. The footman accordingly• searched hi+ mater's side pocket; but the book was not to be Nona. "Try my other pockets Richard!" said the stranger, "It must, of course, be in one of them!" "No, sir John," replied the footman, after tryim, all tho packets; "I can't find it any whore." -Deuce take it," exclaimed Sir John, with an air of amiable iaxtmc!•rrtce; ••I mti , t then hixe left it on his excellency's lihrary table. fo• I cams hero direct from the Castle." "Pray. S r John." briskly nterposed the silversmith, with his most iusittuatiug smite. Puny don't trouble your+elf any further 0a the subject, I shall do myself the honor 01 sending the plate to the Castle. and you can pay the little amount to the messeutzer: or indeed to-m•urrow, or sumo other day es it war suit your coat enieutte." "No, no, Mr.—my—Brown!" said the e'ran,ger, with a look of iotenhe dignity; "I cannot think of comma , cing with you in that manner. Let me see! Onl—ahl Richard. you shall go home for the money. ;tad I'll wait here till your return." "I bag a thousand pardons, sir John!" cried Brown, in a bll.tle, shocked at being the innocent Ca 11. 1 ,1 of no much inconveni- GM "Mike no apology my dear sir," returned the stranger, with a winning smile. "My time is not very valuable to-day. Begides, Mr. Brown, I dare say you can give me some useful hints on a variety of subject,. connected With this country. and of which. as a stranger. 1 am neces-arily ignorant." Time delighted John Brown expressed hi eadinsss to serve his new customer in any way; was highly honored with the cm& deuce thus reposed in him; would do his best posAble, &c. -Now, Mr. Brown," said the stranger, graciously acknorcladgiog these proffered services, "in the first place, will you be good enough to write a note for me?" adding, with a melancholy smile, "unfortunately, as you see, I cannot do it for myself." "Certainly, sir—with a great deal of plea sure, Sir John," returned the loquacious ail% ersatith. "I am sorry to perceive, sir. as you say; but you have been in some hot work sir, VI: eng.tge you have seen some wigs on the green." "Wigs on the green," exclaimed the ele gant stranger, with a very cold, aristocrati cal stare. "Beg pardon, sir," Mr. Brown, when he inC4lOll3 conscious of his vulgarity. , "Tie our Irish tactile of expression, sir, when we speak of a row, or a skrimmage. I dare say you have been in many vtal/Images, Sir John—may I make so bold as to ask—ahem —where you lust—hem—ahem" 'One at Salamanca." replied the stranger with military nonchalance; the other nt Waterloo; and now for business. Do me the favor, Mr. Brown, to write a note to la dy Oct:olio—that is. my wife." "Certainly, Sir John," said the complai sant silversmith; "with a great deal of plea sure. Charming name, sir, Cecelia; 'tie my wife's name also, sir." "Very po-sible, sir," raid the stranger, in a tone of frigid indifference. "Fact. sir, I assure you," continued the communicative John Brown. "eftslie o'- Driscoll, sir—a distant relative of the O'Dris colls of Formateah, sir—a very ancient fain ily, sir, descended from the old Kings of Ulster." "Oh, true," observed the stranger, with smile. "You Irish gentlemen are so fond of quoting your pedigrees." Inexpressibly flattered nt being classed by so distingue a person in the category of "Irish gentlemen," John Brown, chuckled, and rubbed his hands in high glee. "Now then, begin sir, if you please," said the stranger "My dear Cecy." ' Just so," soliloquized John Brown, as he wrote the word+—•'apart for Cecilia: I generally do so myself." "My dear Cony," continued the stranger as Mr. Brown wrote from his dictation; "I have a pressing occasion for some cash: there fore send me by the hearer, without delay, the money box from the cabinet in the back parlor. Yours ever, "Just eo," said the silversmith, as he fin ished writing; those are my initiak. also. John Brown is my name, sir, as you will perceive by the brass window-plates." "And mine." respon•lMd the stranger. drawing hie self up with aristocratical hea ter, "is De Beauvoir—Sir John Da Beauvoir, of the Life Guards." "NO ENTERTAINMENT IS SO CHEAP AS READING, NOR ANY PLEASURE SO LASTING." COLUMBIA, PENNSYLVANIA. SATURDAY A This announcement finally completed the rapture of thesilversmith in whose:linguine imngination now floated visionary orders ; ad infinittim, viceregal services, and mess• plate for Life Guards i.nd Lancers, through the kind intervention of his new friond, the Comptroller-General of Private Disburse ments. IVith a joyfully agitated hand he folded the letter, and, in the Ceuta:don of the moment, sealed it with his own seal, as lie begged to know how he should address. it. "You need not give yourself that trouble:" said Sir John; "it i+ quite unnecessary, as it goes hy m handl Richard, ta,e that note to your mistress at the Castle, and bring toe the money box with as little delay as pos sible:" The footman accordingly departed with the note, and Sir John entered into friendly chat with Mr. Brown in the interim, on all the ordinary topics of the day; the Jecent war, the last Curragli Meeting, the forth conuing vice-regal ball, the approaching general election, the state of parties, &c., until, all these faithful subjects being ex hausted, Sir John be,r,an hi yawn, and won der what could detain his servant. Then lie began to 'pieh,' and fidget, and grow tes ty. "Ludy Cecilia must certainly have gone out with the %ice-regal party to the Phenix Park!" observed Sir John; "but Richard! duce take the l..)itilty! Hu should have come Duck arid told me so. plrtionlarly as he know. I lace all stppohitatent Ivith the Lord Lenteattat, which I cannot conveiii chtly lire kr Ity,.wit maid and did all he could to s.msnhe the iotpatience of his new patron; and in this ho succee lel for sine time, by tier-e great a.uav,,•rsatiowd talents on which he particularly prided himself, desealiting, aoth groat taste and delicacy. on the private histories of the Castle, the Fuer Courts, and the fifteen Acres. and lirsuriating on the ancient glories ,if the O'Driscolls , in a strain -1 eloquence that raised hint fifty per cent, .11 least in his ewit estimation. At letigth, however. the Comptroller-Gen oral of Private Disbursements declared he could not in common decency keep his exeel leney waiting any longer. 110 therefore wished Mr. Brown a good morning; assur ing him, .titlt a sweetly-patronising smile. that he would a n t o nly send him the money fir the plate as soot as he got to the Castle' but lie would also r.a•nmutend him warmly to his numerous friend+, civil and in ilitary, both in England and Ireland. From Cape Clear to the Giant's Causeway Ireland did Got contain it happier man than John It-own, after his morning's work— which he ungratefully ascribed lees to good fortune than to his own excellent tact a n d saran lute. For an hour or two he strut ted backwards and forwards in his shop. rubbin4 his Into 1+ in high glee, and crack log jokes with his shopmen: hut, unable any longer to confine his happdiest within his own breast he ordered his buggy; and drove to tho residedces of several of his friends, to whom, in the fullness of his joy. he related the transaction of the morning. and all his glowing anticipations there front None of John Brown's friends had ever befure heard of such an office as Cumptrol ler•Gcneral of Private ashursesnente. But this only confirmed Mr. Brown sutra strong ly in the idea that he alone, of all the Dub lin trade,men, was seloote.l for especial pa tronage by that high fenetionary. Some, it is trite, advise! him to be cautious in the matter, and to make sure of pity+llollt, at least for this first installment; while one. who aspired to peculiar sagacity. sneered so provokingly at the whole ;init., that John Brown droppesl a hint of trotting him nut some fine morning to the ••Fifteen Acres." Having made his reond of visits., and created, as he plainly perceived. a great deal of envy ;it his sop•;rior g fortune, our happy silversmith drove home to his snug little box on the Circular Rom!. where his fair hotpot eta receive! him with those dimpling smiles—the husband's most de lightful reward for all the cares and d.ua• gers that so ince4santly besot his path in this troublesome world. As the fair hand of Mrs. Brown poured out far her card apoai that "cup which cheers. but not inebriates." and loads I his Plate with eome delicious muffi is—toasted and buttered by her nw.i ilelicAte lingers he gladdened her heart with a relation of his morning's adventure; in which he was never tired of singing. ner she of echoing. the praises of the "Comptroller-General of Private Disbursements." "Who know*, my dear," said John, "to what the friendship of the great roan may lead?" "Ye., indeed, John," ndded hie wife "you may get some government place your self—" "Fiddle-de-dee!" interrupted Mr. Brown, snapping his finger. "That for your gov ernment place! I look for much higher things. I can assure you! What think you now,"—here ho veiled and winked var. mysterionsly—"what think you of being jeweller to the crown?" "Oh. Joha." cried Mrs Brown, gasping, "You take my breath away. so you do." "I'm for going it," cried John, "I always was a go-ahead fellow. out the silver altgether. after a few more good bargains, and stick to the jewelry." "That will be much genteeler," said his 1 wife, ••and more becoming the O'Driscols." "To bo sure is will," responded Brown.— J . B." "Only think num my dear eeey. when I'm kni'gbied by the Lord Lieutenant," ••Oh deariJohn!" exclaimed the delight ed spouse; ••du you really think it ever will be?" "Why not?" cried John, "didn't hia grace, the Duke of BMland, knight that fellow Baxter merely fur administering— .- g•ixter k such a vulgar wa lnut., tw.," attgerved Cecelia. "Ali:" said John, "you'll take the shine out of her, when you drive up to the Lady Lieutenant's drawing-room in your hand some. elegant new conch." —Not the buggy, John," said Cecilia, with a look of determination. ••Fiddle+tick, buggy!" exclaimed John. —You shall have the handsomest coach in Lmg Acre: for I am determined to have everything from L carriages are low, vulgar things," said Mrs. Brown. '•I hate jingles and jaunting cars. both inside and out." "And then," continued John in the nride of his heart, •'when the Castle porters shunt out. •Sir John Brown's carriage stops the way!' "Won't it be delightful," cried the happy wife, clapping her hands. "And you, my dear." continued John, "are announced by along file of footmen, with swords and bag•wigs, as Lady Brown "DearJonn," interrorted his wife, could o't we make it Ludy Cr Drise•dl Brown or ly 1301111 d 90 mile!' better, you know." "Weill, my dear," replied John, who was all compliance at this climax of imaginary happiness, "I'll consult the herald•at-arms on the subject; and if it can be done for lore or money, you shall be gratified." llere the ansio,ps silversmith gallantly kisses his wife's hand, when she threw herself into his arms in the exarbance of her joy. • "And when you are introduced to her ladyship," resumed Mr. Brown,working out his picture of vice-regal felicity, "with all yourjewels sparkling ah•iut you—" •'But no Irish diamonds, if you please," said the lady, with a w.traing shako of her fire•finger; mind that. Sir John." "They shall be atl of the purest water and finest carat!" said the embryo knight. Indeed, have already made a large pur chase—" "On, then," said the lady, smiling sweet ly no her considarte vp ;um, "that is why you sent to the in such a hurry to-day for the money-box." ••IVhat do you say?" cried John Brown. with a yell like war-whoop. and jumping' up from hit chair at if the tea urn had been upset to hi-, lap. ••Gnni heavcas, my dear." exclaimed Mrs. Brawn, in a frizio, - •what's the mat ter? Are tan scalded?" - "Scalded be said Brown. "What is that you say lib.iut mane)?" -rn.• 'looney you wrote for, my dear," re plied Mrs. Brown, trembling,: for she bad never seen her husband in such a taking be fore, and bean to think that, us the weath er was intensely hot, he might have had a 'mike of the sun, or been bitten by a mad "Money that I wrote for?" screamed John Brown. "Certainly. my dear." replied his agitated wife. "Here is your note, begining us U. 11. 1- :111 'My dear Cecy.'" "Old" groaned the distracted silversmith, whit now began to see the abyss into which he had so heedlessly plunged. "Your own handwriting and initials," continued Mrs. Brown. OW uh!" subbed her unhappy husband "Arad though you forgot in your hurry to address the note," said Mrs. Brown, "it is sealed with your own crest—a bantam cock proper, with your motto, "Celer el aurlax.?" "Oh! uh! oh!" groaned the frantic silver smith: "Audaz with a vengeance, but cekr HOW no inure!" "And you direct me." continued Mrs. 8., "to send you the money box from the cabiner in the back parlor." "Arad did you do so?" shouted John Brown. "Certainly!" replied the terrified wife. "Then Fin dished, by heavens!" exclaimed Mr. Brown, flinging himself at full length upon the carpet. '•Three hundred and fifty guineas gone, slap dash, as I'm a miserable sinner!" It was some time before Mrs. Brown could be made to comprehend the nature of this dreadful business; and many weeks before her poor husband could leave his chamber. so seriously was his health affected by this heavy luss,and his still heavier mortification. He did, however, in time, regain something like his former equanimity, but not before be had been quizzed by his "good natured" friends to the verge of insanity; and to his dying day he went by the nickname of— " The Comptroller-General." A Disconsolate Widower. "What can I say to comfort you, dear Augustus?" and Anabel took her brother's hand in hers and pressed it warmly. "Nothing, my precious sister; such woe as mine is ton deep fur any plummet of con solation to reach." And "dear Auzustus" took out his Mask bordered handkerchief and applied it to his eyes. Anatal clasped her hands despairingly, and looked tearfully at him, marmaring ORNING. MARCH 31, 1860 nympatiziogly—"Poor, dear Augu-tua, how lie loved her!' Augustus sighed deeply, and moaned in a low tone--•'We Were so happy together, my poor Rachel;" and again the black bordered handkerchief went to his eyes. •'iy afflicted brother," murmured Ana bel, "how deep the waters you nre called upon to go through." Augustus shuddered, as if he felt the wild dashing-of the' waves, and said in n plaintive voice—" Dear Rachel, Low amia ble she was!" "Very, dear Augustus." "flow considerate, how devoted to mel" "Oh, exceedingly." "And how fine an appearance she pre sented!" and he raised his eyes to the por trait festooned with black crape, which delicate attention he hand himself paid it that mural ng. Anabel, too, raised her eyes, but was silent as she gazed upon the pictured furas of the departed Rachel, so angular, eu dark, so frowning. "I don't think you ever did Rachel's charms justice, Anabel. She was a lovely womn." "Oh, brother, I fully appreciated her, I assure you I did." "And you do not do justice to my depth of grief. Are you aware that I am a mourner forever? Poor, dear, dear Rachel, I have lost all in losing thee!" And again the tearful oyes were raised to the grim Rachel, who looked down with en expres siun on her face which said, "Indeed." There was a silence of several moments, during which Augustus looked thought fully into the fire. At length, he said— " Hand me my desk beside you, Amtbelt it will be a relief to my feelings to write an obituary." "Don't think of it at present, dear Au gustus; your nerves are not strong enough fat it now. Only think of the trying scenes through which you have just passed." *gland me my desk, will you? It is a sacred duty I owe my dend." Whilst Augustus was engaged in this timeing work, Aanabel was pondering on the propriety of dispensing with the black crape fads un her new silk dress, "so that I may wear it in colors," was her inward ejueulation, "fur who knows, Augustus cony marry again before I have done mourning for dear Rachel!" She checked the thought —"How dreadful!" Augustus, the deeply sorrowing, marry before she had time to get out of her black! it was a entanie whispering, strreiy, and grossly unjust to the disco:isolate widower. She was roused front her sombre meditations by the voice I of Augustus. "This is what I have written, dear sister, and if you can offer any suggestions of a tender nature, pray do so: "Departed this gloomy vale of tears fir a blessed 1111141 of joy, Raehel, the beloved told tfnunuel consort of Augustus Childs, 31.1141 dau titer and heiress of Petei Beautilul and imetimplishel. amiable urnl intellectual, devout and chari• table. generous, devoted, charming in every respect, thus has tle.l to imgehe courts, amidst the shouts of the cherubic army, crying, %yeti:tune! welemnel—inie who walk ed the earth in scrap is guise." Ilere Aiiithel gave a slight etingh tot:lever something like IL laugh, and Augustus pans ed a moment and asked plaintively, "Du you ol t ject to anything?" "Oh no, by no means. It is so very ! touching, pray proceed." "(low deep the woe into which her nu merous friend,' have been plunged by her lamented absence in realms ef bliss. But their loss has been the tinge's' gain. But her husband, so fondly attaced to this fair object—what words can depict his over whelming grief—grief that will prove as lasting as it is deep! But here we drop the curtain; too sacred this woo for the common eye. S a ffi es it to say, he utters the senti• mentof the submissive Job—• The Lord bath taken away; blessed be the name of the Lord." "How pious! how touching! what pathos!" and Anabel raises her eyes, sparkling with ill-concealed mirth. "You must admit Rachel was no ordinary woman, Anahel." "I never knew another like her," said Anabel "She was too good for me," sighed Au gu.tos. "Oh, my dear brother, why say so?" ejaculated Anabel. "I can never cease to mourn poor Rachel; but I feel I must soon follow her. I cannot live without her," moaned Augustus. "You must make an effort to do en, Au gustus—you positively must. It is your duty to live. You must rouse yourself from this heart-rending state. You are not very old, only forty. Why, there may yet be a world of happiness in store for you." "None, none." moaned Augustus; "my heart is buried in my Rachel's grave." "You must make an effort to get it out from there, dear brother; indeed you must." "Oh, no! Would I were there too!" "This is positively wicked; indeed it is. You must net talk so; Rachel would not ap prove of it." "Ah! poor, dear Rachel," moaned Augus tus, piteously. "Come, now, take something to soothe you, and go to bed. Good night; don't des pair; you will be happy yet." Augusta. answered. "Never, never," and be (motioned repeating. like Poe's dismal raven, "Never, nevermore!" until the door atoned upon Anabel, and he was left alone ws:b his everlasting grief, and the dismally draped portrait of the lost Raabel looking down grimly from the $1,50 PER YEAR IN ADVANCE; 82,00 IF NOT IN ADVANCE. On reaching her room, Amthel threw her self into a chair, and laughed more heartily than was becoming, considering that dear Rachel had only been placed in her grave that morning. •"I really do belive that, after all, Augus tus will die of grief. You have no idea. Myra, how devotedly be was attached to dear Michell" "Indeedl" and Maria raised her proud, calm eyes and looked at her. "He enjoyed such bliss with his poor Rachel, that his marrieA life was 'a perpet ual feast of necta4d sweets.'" "When did he make that discovery?" "A few hours ago. dear sister. He is pei. fectly inconsolable, I assure you. I tried my very best at soothing him, but it is of no use. Ile will not be comforted, but is hopelessly wretched." "Time is a powerful soother," responded Myra. ''Leave the work to him: he will do it mot effectually, no doubt. As the poet expressed it— Time, that cued name, rotelt-d ITI • in patience' " "011 never, never. Why, my dear sister, you don't know how dearly he loved her.— lie never will get over it, I as ore you he will not. now we must have wronged him in supposing he married Rachel for money! 0. nu; it was genuine love that induced him to take for his fa•her•in•law that vulgar, fut old plebeian, Peter Smith, Esq. And he's grown so pions, too, I know he will end it by becoming a tninister: this terrible grief has turned all his tit 'tights henvenword." "I am happy to hear it," responded Myra, quietly, ••fur they were very far from that direction before." Weeks progressed, but Augustus remain ed shrouded in woe: not one ray of peace had warmed up his deadened henrt. lie would t rite on nothing but black edged pa per; covered every article that had belonged to dear Rachel with black crape; shut up her chamber, and every time he missed the closed-door shuddered as if ho saw her pale ghost stalking about; read her printed obit uary at night, before retiring, and paid his devotions to her pictured form almost hour ly. He kept the last pocket handkerchief she hof used c.i.refully folded up in tissue paper among his shaving articles. ai. sisters began to think that ho would never get over it, and as to his marrying again never, never! ••Don't even hint of such a thing, Ana bel," he said with horror, when she ventur ed to suggest, perhaps, ono day, he might replace the I .st Rachel. "I meant years and years MT, dear Augustus," she said, al most timidly. •'Of course, not fur twenty years, or perhaps fifteen." hush: I venerate Rachel's mem ory teo deeply. I laved her most devotedly. Pray never speak in this heartless strain again; it is very repulsive to my feelings." oaly mean to console you. Augustus." You take a must remarkable way of ad ministering ounsulati ~, . when you know that my sorrow is as deep as on the day when I buried Rachel." "B.it you must foal so lonely," persisted Ansbel. "L otely? Have I not my sisters and Ra chel's treasured mom try? No, Anabel, I can never marry All I ask is a quiet rest besides Rachel's colfmod form." "flow shocking! D net, I pray, indulge in such gloomy thoughts." "You ask me to be gay," said the discon solate widower; "hot you ask an impossi• bility; something uttlerly impracticable; state of feeling I can never again reach." "Oh. no, Augustus, not gay—that you can never be again—only a little' loss gloomy. Don't o.itik about dying, and the grave, and tombstones, and all that sort of thing." "When I die," continued the bereft one, "you will see that I am placed beside Rachel. On our tomb you will have en graved—'They were lovely in their lives, and in their deaths they were nut " "Yes, brother," said Anabel, with a little hysterical sob. "You will have the last pocket•handker chief Rachel used placed over my face." "Yes," replied Anabel. "hiy will you will find in the tin case. I have left everything to Myra and your self." "Oh, thank you, dear brother. How eon. siderate in you!" "My death will be your gain, Anabel," and the bereaved sighed submissively. "My good brother, don't suggest such a thinb. But you know I have long wished to go to Bumps, and your lamented death will give me an opportunity of doing so." "Go, go, enjoy what I leave you, Anabel. The day will come when, like me, you must lie down in the dust. I have heaped up riches." "For me to enjoy! flow kind in you. brother. Oood•bye!" And Ansbel extend. ed her hand. •What do you mean?" said Augustus, drawing hack angrily. "Oh. I crave your pardon; I really forgot. I dreamed I had read your will, and was just leaving for Europe." "I may live many years yet," said Au gustus, moodily. "Certainly, only I thought you were re solved to die. I began to fear you contem plated suicide." "I am miserable enough for anything. I believe I will go to the club." ••Pray do; rao doubt it will help you to *root Rachel." [WHOLE NUMBER 1,545. "I do not wish to t.rget her: 'the heart that has truly loved never forgets.'" "Oh nu, Augustus, nut exactly forget her; only soften your giant grief that is wearing away your very life." Augustus stood a ranmont and contempla ted the fair face of the deceased Rachel; then, as if overcome by the remembrance of the past, he snatched up the deeply °raped hat that stood on the table, and wended his way to the club, too much afflict ted to stay quietly at home. The .text morning, at breakfast. he looked up from hit place, nod sail in a &stun! tone —"Anab 1, you will please never allude to my marrying again. You wounded my heat beyond expression, last night." "0. .leer brother. I am very sorry; but I hate known of several gentlemen who, when they were unfortunate enough to lose their wife, found another, and I thought---" "Ilushl hushl not another word on this sad subject." Three months passed slowly but sadly, Rachel was in her grave, and its long shad ow fell gloomily upon Angustus' heart and hearth. A weeping willow had been plan ted over the dreary mound, and waved its loag branches solemnly in the trees°. A few flagrant violets grew out of poor Ra chel's head—that is, the bead of her grave; and at her feet a charming rosebush flour ished in charming luzurianoe. It was a dainty little spot, poor Rachel's grave, and here Augustus paid a visit every time he spied the church-yard gates open. Here be stood on Sunday to think of Rachel perhaps, or to gaze more conveniently at the girlish be tuty of Miss Viliars, as she tripped through the church-yard into the side-door of the church. This last idea was promo!. gated by those proverbially spiteful crea tures—the old maids of tho church, who. having lost all their youth, envy the young. and who are as crazy or get married at for ty as they were at twenty, and who tear to shreds the character of her more fortunate sister, who win in the world's lottery that prize, a husband. So said Augustus, when Anutrel told him of sundry remarks that had been made onicerning him. "But it was not an old maid that slan dered you, Augustus; it was a 'parried lady. Mrs. 3lountjoy says she has watched you in church, and you look out of the window with one tearful eye on Rachel's grave, whilst the other is smilingly exploring the pretty face of Miss Villers. She even says she saw you on last Sunday gather a boa plot from Rachel's grave, and present it to Miss Villers as she was going into church, who, placing it to her Grecian nose, thanked you with her sweetest smile, little dreaming it smelt of mortality. Poor, dear Rachel, I don't know how she would relish fur nishing bouttnets for her rival. I don't say this, Augustus, Mrs. Mountjoy • said it. Don't frown so angrily; of' course I don't believe a word of it. I know bow devotedly attached you wore to deur Rachel and how you planted her grave, and even took the watering pot in your hands and watered the plants to make them grow, and h. w you treasured up in tissue paper the last handkerchief she used, end how you put her bonnet on a tab'e. mei had a little railing !mitt around it to keep profane hands away, awl how touchingly you draped her picture iti crape! 0, no, I know you will never, never marry again." Augustus was silent. Was it ominous? Four months and two weeks—then a tall tombstone reared its lofty head amid its sis ter tombs in the church-yard. It was a charming device—a stone figure bending over a stone urn, which urn was supposed to contain the ashes of the departed Rachel. "What is this, my dear?" asked Mr. Mountjoy, as he stood before the gleaming marble. "Its this figure the bereaved hus band?" "Oh no, my love, by no means," said Mrs. Mountjoy; "ore you not man enough to know that this is the deceased Rachel her weeping over her own ashes? It is most touchingly appropriate; we wives feel it to be so, I amain you—for if ever crea tures had cause to weep for their own deaths we are the ones. Scarcely is the turf heaped above our cold clay when the first mourner at our funeral straightway goes and forgets what artnner of women we were. Mary slips very quietly into Jane's place, and Ruth sits as comfortably in the corner of the pew as if six months before Ann had not sat there before ber." "My dear your remarks astonish me. If you died. I as sure you , most solemnly, I would weep fu r you forever." ' , Yes, so you would." said Mrs. Mountjoy calmly; ''but how lung, think you, is amid. ower'e forever? Only until he gets another MIII —Ob. Sarah. bow little islet' you base in man'. lace." "1 have great faith hi it so long as it lasts but when a woman is under ground bcr chances are mall." "No protestations, my /ova; I do Dot re quire them of you. Do as you plisse whets I am gone; Vi! promise you we: to haunt your new wife. There comes Mse , Villere N see the tomb. Mow do-you like Its c 0.7 dear?" it is a loss." =led the young lady. enthusiastically. ••I hope when • I.die my husband will trait we so just such a knob stone as this." "No doubt." responded Mrs. Montjoy. "be will treat you to this eery one. Two of you can easily get under it." The yourg lady frowned and walked away. Ss months and two weeks, end Autos-
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