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TO AUGUSTA,
The following exquisite poem from Lord
Byron to his sister will be read with renew
ed interest because of Mrs. Stowe’s slander
ous article:
Though the day of my destiny’s over,
Ana the star of my fate hatu declined,
Thy soft heart refused to dlscov, r n.
The faults which so many couid find ; N
Though thy soul with my grief was acquainted
It'Bhrunk not to share it with me,
And the love which my spirit hath painted
It never hath found bat in thee.
Then when nature around me is smiling,
The last amile-whlch answers to mine,
I do not believe it beguiling.
Because it reminds me of thine;
As when winds are at war with the ocean,
As the breasts I believed In with me,
If ihelr billows excite an emotion.
It Is that they bear me from thee.
Though the rook of my last hope la shivered
Ana Us fragment* ai 0 sunk In the waves,
Though I feel that my soul is delivered
To pain—it shall not be its slave.
There is many a pang to pursue me;
They may crush, but they shall not condemn
They m»y torture, but not subdue me—
’Tls ol thee tr.at I think, not of them.
Though human thou didst not deceive me;
Though wom?n thou didst not forsake;
Though loved, thou forberest to grieve me:
Though slandered, thou never couldst shake
Though truatedrlhou didst not disclaim me;
Though parted, it was not to Ay;
Though watchful. It was not to defame me,
Nor mute that the world might belle.
Yeti blame not the world, nor despise It,
Nor the war of the many with one—
If my soul was not titled to prize It.
’T was folly not sooner to shun;
And if dearly that error hath cost me,
And more than I on'ce could forsee,
I have found, that whatever It lost me
It could not deprive mo of tho“.
From the wreck of tho past which hath per*
lshed
Thus much I at least may recall.
It hath taught mi that what I most cherished
Deserved to be dearest of all.
In the desert a fountain Is sprlnglua,
In the wild wa»te there still Is u tree,
And a bird In the solltudo singing,
Which spooks to my spirit of thee.
§)}tattUHttfoU&
In the Heart of iho Kuriti,
I think we created some excitement
at Falmouth. Unconventional in our
attire, merry In our deportment, excit
ed in our demoauor, and altogether
imbued with that excellent' Mark
Tapleian philosophy of being “jolly
under any circumstances,” it is small
wonder that wo did create some excite
ment at Falmouth. We have none of
us a word to say against Falmouth, —a
charming,health-giving, and delightful
spot, in the most beautiful of all Jing
rliah counties, Cornwall, —Indeed, we
‘are all of us ineliued to murk with a
white Btone the day that the Falmouth
expedition was proposed in a certain
smoking-room, of which history know
eth not, but individuals a very great
deal. The little army that invaded the
place of which I am speaking, where
the sea is of the bluest and the harbor
of the grandest description, was mixed
in its lasles, luluul, umi temper. In this
consisted our jollity. We gave and
took; smothered our absurdities ; ad
vertised our excellences; offended no
one, and seldom laid ourselves open to
giving offence. I am not egotistical,
'for I am apeaking of the party in its
collective form We bebaved'prettlly on
all occasions. It was too hot to put
ourselves out of temper, and the society
too pleasant to suggest boredom. If
young Cecil, the budding poet, chose to
read Tennysons's Idyls, —backed up
most strongly by Isaline Langsworthy,
with the fair hair and blue eyes,—on
the pleasant cliff underneath the castle,
we raised no objection. Those who
cared to hear Cecil spout listened ; and
those.who detested poetry went to sleep.
If the famous Farquaharson, briefless
barrister, orator,and sucking politician,
chose to discuss Mr. John JStuart Mill
and the female franchise, woman’s
rights and the rest of iL, —backed up
most strongly by Maude Carrutkers,
with the raven hair and olive complex
ion, —we allowed him to rap liis knuck
les on the table, und tala us into a
semiddlotio state of stupor. If Harry
Armstrong found delight in bringing
his London mauuers into Cornwall,
and preferred the society of a certain
Boft-eyed little divinity who sold news
papers aud gum-arabic in the town to
our sweet sodiety, we allowed him to
make excuses for deserting us, aud,
with the exception of a little innocent
and unavoidable '* chaff,” lie was free
to “spoon ” all day in the stationer’s
shop for aught we cured. We excused
Lilian Corner's scales and morning
exercises, for the sake of her Heller,
Hiller, tiohubert, aud reveries, with
which we were favored in the evenlug
If we behaved oyrselves very prettily.
The “ irrepressible Edgar,” us we used
to call the youngest mule member of
our community, was allowed to give
full vout to his ovorllowlug spirits all
day long, provided he woke us betimes
In tbe morning to get our matutinal
plunge iu the blue waters that curled
themselves refreshingly into "Kuminor
Cove.” And what or our host aud
hostess? Theirs iudeed wus a rulo of
love; aud us they allowed us to do ex
actly as wo liked, we were the more con
siderate Iu meeting their wishes, and
pulling all together.
We had vainly Imagined that we had
seen everything worth seeing In the
envirous w Falmouth, aud enjoyed
ourselves us much as is consistent with
human nature, when our party receiv
ed a valuable addition. A certain sweet
songstress of whom the world will ere
long hear a great deal more, came down
amongst us to breathe her native air,
aud get new inspirations and health
from the woods aud caverns aud rocks
•-and sea-music, with which wo were
surrounded.
But the songstress did not come alone.
Hhe brought her sweet voice and all
our old nut songs; the songH set to
words wnloh were poetry, and the
words wedded to inusiu which breathed
of love, und wi\s therefore quite unsala
ble; she brought her cheery manner
and her Indomitable pluck,—she has
beet; In the saddle during the late
American campaign for days and days,
boo this sweet sougstrees of mine,—
And she brought her brother.
Her brother wus suoh a good fellow
that I must really introduce him with
a little bit of practice. He was, If I
may make use of au expression, most
puzzling at school, and most useful In
after life,—a walking oxymoron. He
was an Englishman, and not an Eng
lishman. An Englishman he was In
heart, and Bpeecn. und bearing; but
deßtiuy had stolen him away from his
native land years ago, to shed his
cheerness on other climes.
Bo muoh, however, did ho lovo tho
old country, thutouoe In every three or
four yeare he wended hie way back
again,—the luck swallow!—hla pockets
full of gold, and his heart full of love,
to spend a holiday In England and a
little fortune In generosity.
Buring these holllday trips he never
left his sister of his parents; and as his
sister and his parents had chosen to run
down to Falmouth,like a dutiful fellow,
Washington followed them thither.
We were at breakfast when Washing
ton burßt In upon ub at Falmouth ; and
breakfast at Falmouth was not Buch an
early meal as It mlght-have been. With
thatgeneroslty and unselfishness which
1b characteristic of Englishmen, I will
at once exoulpate the whole mule por
tion of our party.
The irrepressible Edgar was bound to
wake us In the morning; and wo were
alwuys on our backs In tho sea by eight
o'olock. But the women I oh,, those
dear women I Well, generally speaking
wo had but little to complain of. They
wore oheerful, and bore tho fatigue
which strong logged men not unfro
quontly lmposo upon fragile women
without a murmur | but they were not
proof against tho nightly exeralso of
that highly nooosHary, but eminently
fomalo organ, tho hutuuh tongue I At
ten o'olook, deooptlvojyuwns woro cho
rused forth, to take us elf our guard,
and persuade us to allow them to go to
bed. Not an objeotlon was urged. The
poet perhaps looked somewhat more
laohrymoso than usual, and the orator
came to a dead strain an able harangue
on the "Female Franchise j" but Isa
line's hand was squeezed by the poet,
and Maude's eyes followod by the ora
ator, without another murmur at ten
o’olook.
T am bound to oonfess that I don't al
together consider that the poet or the
orator were quite fairly treated. Tan
minutes after Isallne and Maude had
disappeared In a bevy of beauty, the
strangest, wildest and most dlsoordant
nolsesprooeeded from tho upper regions.
That strange freemasonry of women
whloh exists solely and entirely In the
upper regions, at a time which should
be devoted to sleep and rest, puts aside
all thoughts of weariness previously as
sumed. Then oommenoe the monkey
Sl)c puiJa|t«f futcllujcncct:
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tricks of women. They wrestle and they
plunge, they dance fandangos in limit*
ed attire, they vie with one another in
featsFef agility and fancy; they talk,
they do one another’s hair, they do any
thing but that for which they left the
sweet society of males —go to sleep!
The consequence is that, having de
voted the freshest part of the night to
folly, they have to devote the smallest
part of the night to sleep. And when
the morning comes, the great hungry
'men, ravenous from fresh air and
Sit water,have to flingpebbles andsand
a n M gravel up at the windows in the up
per regions, from which the tantalizing
sirens will never emerge.
And so It came about that Washing
ton found us at breakfast at an unortho
dox hour, and we all got outrageously
chaffed. We very soon saw that there
were to be no half-measures with Wash
ington. He did not intend allowing
the grass to grow under his feet. His
stay in England was limited, and that
which had to be done was evidently to
be “ done quickly.”
I must say that, up to the time of
Washington’s arrival, we had not made
the most of our time. In the' little
smoking-room in which the expedi
tion had been arranged, all sorts of ex
cursions and drives, and picnics and
sails, bad been mapped out.
But, once at Faljcaonth, we dreamed
away our time. It was very pleasant.
We bathed till breakfast, ana basked
till lunch, and louDged till dinner, and
sang and strolled till tea, and talked
till bedtime; and so day after day slip
ped away, and Washington found us at
breakfast prepared for another day’s
dream.
I suppose we wanted a leader. Ener
gy_that is to say, personal energy—
was out of the question. Washington
assumed the vacant directorate and led
us. It was a case of
“Ibimusl Iblmua! unique precedes Wash
lnglou,"
To tell the truth, It was Washington
who persuaded me to go into the heart
of the earth.
He did not begin rashly or impetu
ously, He did not frighten me with
an accurate description of the “man
engine,” and the “bucket,” and the
interminable ladders; but in a light
and airy way,—before all the girls, by
the by, —he led the conversation gently
up to the mines and mining adventures.
He told us bow the Princess of Wales
and a tallented contributor to “Punch”
had been down the Bottallack; and
then taking stock of me, after a prelim
inary examination of my biceps and a
general examination of other muscular
developments, he asked me how I
should like to be introduced to the
Wheal Isabel.
“ Of all things in the world,” I said,
“ provided she be yonng and good-look
ing. But why Wheal? Is it a sign of
endearment or a token of respect ? Am
I to understand from the mysterious
word Wheal that Isabel is a Cornish
Countess, or a Gypsy Queen ? Introduce
me to the Wheal Isabel? Certainly!
Wheal or woe Isabel, could anything
unfortunate be synonymous with such
a charming appellation ? ”
“Hold hard! ” he said ; “this Cornish
alrof ours has filled you too full of ozone.
Restrain your ardor. Isabel is not an
enchanting maiden fashioned by your
poetical imagination. She is no gar
dener’s daughter, no maid of Tregedna,
no coast mermaiden, no Cornish beauty.
She is black, deep, dirty and terrible.
She will cause you a ten-mile ride,
trouble, fatigue, and some littleexpense;
but the Wheal Isabel iB worth know
ing.”
“In Heaven’s name, then,” said I,
“ who or what is Bhe?”
“The Wheal Isabel,” said he, “Is
one of the largest mines in this magni
ficent district; and if you would like to
be introduced to her you shall.”
“ Coal ?” said I, shuddering.
“Or tin?” echoed the mucilaginous
Armstrong.
“Gold, no doubt,” whispered Isaline
in my ear.
“Nonsense,” said Washington ; “cop
per.”
I very soon saw that at this very early
period of the entertainment there was
no getting out of an introduction to
Wheal Isabel.
The curiosity of the women was fairly
aroused. And that was quite enough.
Iu au instant th/** programme was
mapped out entirely to the satisfaction
of the girls. We were all to ride over
to the Wheal Isabel under the mentor
ship of Washington, and I was to be
the unhappy victim sacrificed on the
copper altar.
Friend Washington, who,atone time,
had been all cockuhoop about tbe dan
gers and during of the expedition, got
out of it. or rather oi the fatiguing part
of It, with that irritating air of indiffer
ence peoullar to leaders of expeditions.
“ You know, my dear fellow, I have
seen these kind of things so often be
fore, that it is really hardly worth while
the trouble of changing one’s olotheß
for It,” said ho, with that charming
tono of superiority whloh is so comfort
ing to the man who knows that he is
about to make a fool of himself for the
benefit of his fellow creaturcß. “But 1
would advise you go down.” ho added
suspiciously thatlwould back out of
it ut the last moment. “You will
never regret it.”
And then he cleverly magnified me
Into a hero, whereat the girls said pret
ty complimentary things, and the ex
pedition was finally arranged. Our oav
alcade was not altogether pretty to look
at, but I think It may be safely termed
a good one to go. Falmouth was not
great in saddle horses.
Wo had a ’bus-horse, a hearso-horße,
a lly-horse, a wall-eyed horse, and a
proken pummel. With these excellent
assistants to a ten-mile ride along the
Cornish roads, we started, amidst muob
laughter of parents, and oheerlng of
neighboring butcher-boys, on our Jour
ney to tho Wheal Isabel*
Very black and barren grew the land
as we neared the Queen of Copperdom.
The trees, somehow or other, left off
growing ; the fields seomdd sown with
ashes instead of grass; tall chimneys
emlttod huge volumes of smoke, and
deserted shafts, brokou wheels, and
grimy looklDg monsters met us at every
turn.
When four cross-roads met amidst a
labyrinth of shafts and out-houses in
the centre of a blackened heath, we
drew rein.
“I think this'must be the place,”
said Washington. He was right. A
stalwart Cornlshman came out to meet
us, and to him we presented our cre
dentials, addressed to the Captain of the
Mine.
The captain was somewhat disap
pointed, I think, when he found that
we were not all to be Indoctrinated
into the mysteries of mining. Miners
are, after all, but men, and the laugh
ing merriment of our joyous girls had
already won over the rough heart Of the
honest miner.
“ No, it is only this gentleman," Bald
the treaoherous Washington, with the
old tone of superiority again. “ I have
been down mines scores of times,”
This was all very well of Washington
vaunting hlB superiority In this way,
but why Bhould he, by Implication,
assert that I was a fool because I was a
novice, and because I had not been down
amine?
I was qulto prepared to go through
all the dirty work, but I wanted to be
thought a hero, not a Jaokasß.
The girls stood by me bravely. Tholr
sympathy relieved me from some of the
humiliation I felt, and they soemed de
termined, at all events, that I should
not go down Into tho heart of tho earth
without a ohoor.
I was handed over to tho tendar mor
ales of a sub'Oaptaln, who hlntud that
It would bo as well If two other minors
were told of as n private osonrt, to guard
me through tho lower regions.
"It's us well to havo two or throo
with you, sir," said he; "they troat
you with more respoot down below, and
thoy’ro a rough lot, I oan toll you.”
I assented of aourso. At suob a time
It would, by no manner of meanß, be
Eollto to dissent from anything or any
ody.
For tho next hour or so my life was
In the hands of the slaves of the Wheal
Isabel.
Tho Bub-oaptaln led me Into a little
out-house, where he personally super
intended my toilet. I had imagined
that it would be neoessary to put a rough
oanvas suit' over my ordinary olothes,
But I was very soon disabused of this
notion.
" We must have everything off, Blr,"
said my guide, In a soothing medloal
tone, as If he were about to operate on
me. "It’s an awfully dirty place down
there.”
; The ooßtume will beardesorlptlon. I
wob first encased In flannel, clean, of
coarse; and over this came an oldolay-
stained, muddy, stiff miner’s suit. My
feet were wrapped in two flannel dust
ers and then thrust into a pair of old
miner’s shoes, miles too big for me.—
On my bead was placed a very stiff bil
ly-cocked hat, literally as hard as iron,
smeared with tallow grease. On the
brim in front tbe captain dabbed a lump
of clay, and into tufa hestuck a farthing
rushlight. About half a dozen more
rushlights were suspended to my waist,
and I was then pronounced ready for
action.
On our way across the open to the hut
in which our party was resting, my at
tendant askea me which way I intend
ed to go down. Asked me, indeed I as
if I knew what the good fellow was
talking about. I was only anxious not
to look a fool and to do exactly what I
was told. I must own that I felt a per
fect child In his hands.
“Will you go down,” said he, “by
the ladders, or. by the bucket, or by the
man-engine?”
He might just as well have asked me
the Hindostanee for Wheal Isabel.
“ The ladders,” said he, by way of
explanation, “are the most tiring and
the most tedious. You will take a good
hour to get down by the ladders. The
bucket is a dirty way of going down ;
besides, in this mine, it is used alone
for bringing up the rubble and the ore,
and any interference with this arrange
ment stops the workings of the mine.
Now the man-engine is the quickest
way, and it is the way all the men here
go down. Would you like to try it?”
and then he added, looking at me, “ but
you must be very careful.”
This was the first suggestion that had
been made to me that there was any
danger in my undertaking. Now the
principle of the bucket and the ladders
I naturally understood, but I had no
more idea what a man-enginewas than
the man in the moon. My mentor, for
sortie mysterious reason of his own,
kept on quietly pressing tbe superior
advantage of the man-engine. And so
I consented. If I had only known
then, at that quiet moment, -away from
the laughing girls and the heroic Wash
ington, what I was undertaking, and
the mortal agony Iwas about to endure,
my prudence would moßt certainly
have got the better of my pride, and I
should have been whizzed quietly down
in the dirty bucket.
But as it was, in my ignorance and in
the innocence of my heart, I decided
for the man-engine; and in a minute
more I was ushered into the hut.
My quaint appearance was the signal
for a loud burst of laughter. Borne
would “never have known me, would
you ?” others pronounced me a fright:
but one little soft angelic voice declared
me to be “a handsome young miner.”
“You’re sure you are all right!” said
the same- little confiding voice. “Have
you had some brandy ?”
“All right,” said I, feeling very pale.
“I should think so. Particularly now.”
“But how are you going down?” said
the sweet voice; “the captain has been
telling us all about it.”
“ By the man-engine.”
“ For mercy’s sake, don’t! it’s very
dangerous if you’re not accustomed to
it. He told me so.”
That tone of entreaty persuaded me
more than ever that I would take the
most dangerous route. It was very
brutal I know, but at such a time I
would Boonerhave died than shown the
white feather.
They escorted me towards the infernal
machine like a criminal on his road to
execution.
“Set it a going, Bill,” said the sub
captain ; and then in a few terse sen
tences he explained the principle of the
engine.
Two parallel horizontal bars provided
with iron steps at intervale of about ten
yards, wore forever working up and
down, up and down. The method of
getting down the shaft was by
passing from bar to bar, and from
step to step the very instant the work
“Change” was given. Itwasessentialiy
requisite to change themomentthe word
of command was given, and to make no
bungle or shuffl.e-'about tbe operation.
The engine waited for no man. There
was no possibility of calling a halt,
and no saving hand to catch one if a
miss was made. All one’s safety rested
with one’B self. One false step or false
clutch at |the next rung, and it would
have been all over with me. Now
this fun was all very well with tbe
daylight shining down the shaft, when
one could see the iron steps and see
the handles. but in the pitch darkness
it was simply awful. The rußhilghtrln
one’s hat gave little or no light; and it
was ten chances to one if the water
dashing off the sldeß of the shaft did
not extinguish it.
me at first for a turn
or tws) about a hundred yardß up and
dowifthe shaft, and oven in the day
light I bungled a little.
y You must ohange quicker, sir,”
said my guide; “if tho iron Bteps knock
against you, it will be all up with you.”
I was very pale, I know, after the
first short praotlce. I felt that I waß
doiug a madoap act; I know that the
men ought to have Btopped me; the lit
tle voice, now quite trembling, begged
me not to got but I bit my lips and
vowed I would not Bhow the white
feather.
“ Do you think you are all right sir ?”
said my guide. Will you go? You must
decide now finally.”
“ All right,” I said.
And then the bell rung and down we
went. I saw the little face,—it was the
very last thing I Baw,—and upon my
honor I really and truly felt that I should
never see that little face again except by
a miracle.
But there was no time then to think
of anything but my own safety.
That terrible monotonous word
" Change” came ringing out from the
dark depths of the Bhaft, uttered by the
sub-captain on the next ledge below me.
And I knew that my life dependedupon
every chango.
Hours, days, years, yes, and oenturles,
seemed to pasß between every change.
It was like a bldeouß nightmare, 'lire
awful suspense between every word of
command; the feeling that something
terrible might happen next time; the
loneliness of my situation, the darkness
of the shaft, the rush of the water, the
glimmer of the rushlights going down ;
the sad hollow eoho of the oaptain’s
voice giving the word of command, and
exhorting me to becareful, now kindly,
now fearfully; all these things com
bined made up as hideous a day-dream
as It Is possible to conceive.
For full flve-and-twenty minutes I
was in this awful suspense, and In that
time went through about five hundred
changes.
At last, half blinded with beads of
cold perspiration and nearly dead with
fright, I heard tho welcome bell ring
again, and I was safe on the first ledge
of the mine.
The man-engine went no further, and
the rest of thejourney had to be accom
plished by ladders. I never told the
men what I suffered, but In a rough,
kindly way I was congratulated on my
feat.
‘■l never thought you would have
come, sir,” said one. It frlghtenßmost
after the flrßt turn.”
“ Can’t you signal up that we are all
Bafe?” salu I, thinking of the little faoe.
“Yes, Blr, lo be sure.”
And they did.
The Blgnul came baok again, “Thank
Qod I" and alt the miners took off their
lints at the last signal, They are pious
fellows, these Cornish miners.
I was quite two hours away from my
friends, groping about, now on my hands
and knees, now down ladders from
ledge to leugo, now In u stooping posi
tion. now ereot In the durk. mysterious
corridors I found In tho heart of tho
earth It was hot—stifling hot, hottor
than tho vory hottest room InaTurklsh
bath. But tho stalwart, lialfolad men
working away at the ore wero to Inter
esting. and the metal pparkled to on the
ground, and the scene was so strange
and fasolnatlng, that I could not tear
myself away,
On and on I went, Btlll forever walk
ing on. I was very thirsty, and would
have given anything for a draught of
beer. But no stimulants of any kind
are found lu tho heart of the earth. I
was allowed, however, to put my
mouth to the bunghole of a water-bar
rel. and very refreshing was the draught,
"You oan walk on like this for hours,
sir,” said theoaptatn, seeing I was tired,
and still determined not to give In.
" Is It pretty muoh the same?”
" I think you have seeq all now,”
said he.
go we went back.
" Whloh way will you go?” said my
guide. ~ J
I teas very tired.
" In the buoket,” I said, without any
hesitation.
With my pookets laden with oopper
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ore, and in the roogh embrace of a stal
wart miner,—for it was close quarters
for two in the bucket,—we were swung
np to'the daylight.
Dash went the bucket against the
sides of the shaft, through which the
water oozed and trickled and splashed.
Lighter and lighter it became, until, at
last, I saw above me the clear, blue,
cloudless sky; and, half' dazzled with
the glaring light, and blinking like an
old owl, I arriyed safe and sound oh
terra firms.
They greeted me with another loud
peal of laughter, louder and merrier
than the last. My appearance was cer
tainly not preposessiDg. I was covered
with red mud from head to foot, hot.
dishevelled, wild, and weary. Ana
then “ I smelt so pah I” as Hamlet says.
However, a refreshing cold bath, a
hair-brush, rough towels, and a change
of clothes soon made me presentable;
and after an excellent luncheon in the
board-room of the owners of the Wheal
Isabel, we, were all very soon trotting
away towards Falmouth.
One wordmore. A brooch made from
the copper ore I brought up from the
mine rests on tbe neck of the owner of
the little face which is looking at me
as I write from a distant corner of the
room. Sometimes when lam out of
sorts —which is not very often —I wake
up suddenly from a disturbed dream in
my old arm-chair, and fancy somehow
that the little face is gone, that there is
a strange Binging in my ears, and from
a dark unearthly vault a voice keeps
moaning, “Change.”
The Fisherman’s Treasure,
BY E, F. Q.
In a small hamlet of the Terra dl La
voro, on the Gaeton Gulf within the
kingdom of Naples, lived an old fisher
man named Antonio Morino. He was
called a fisherman because, in his
younger days, he had pursued that oc
cupation for a livelihood; and because,
at the present time, he owned boats,
and frequently joined the toilers upon
the Gulf in their piscatorial cruislngs.
At the age of five and twenty he had
left his native land for a voyage to In
dia, having promise of much better pay
than he cduld possibly make at fishing.
The ship in which he sailed from Na
ples never returned, and Antonio Mo
rino was given up for lost, and almost
forgotten. At the expiration or fifteen
years, however, he once more made his
appearance in the hamlet, and was
warmly welcomed by his old friends.
He told how his ship had been cast
away in the Indian Ocean, and all
hands lost save himself.
At tbe age of forty, Antonio settled
down in his old home, and took a wife;
and in time a son was born to him,
whom he called Leonardo. He bought
boats, and spent a portion of his time
In fishing; but he evidently did this
only for pastime: for he never sold any
of his fish, but gave to his poorer neigh
bors what he did not consume in his
own family. He made no show of
money, and yet he always had it when
it was needed. His companions were
curious, and sought to fathom his se
cret, but without avail. Morino seemed
to have but one grand aim of life ; and
that was, to rear his son to a station of
honor and independence.
Now the story of Antonio Morino’s
absence from Italy was this: His ship
had been cast away upon the coast of
Ceylon, and such of the crew as had
not been drowned, with the exception
of himself, had been killed by the na
tives. Antonio had saved his fishing
apparatus, the peculiarities of which
interested the savages ,* and they spared
him in order that he might show them
how to use it. From material obtained
from the wreck he made lines, and
hooks, and note, and in time came to be
a favorite in the village, and was al
lowed much liberty. One day. while
out in his boat alone, engaged in fish
ing for the chief, he found a deep, rock
bound inlet which he had never before
seen, and where he was sure the natives
were not in the habit of stopping. In
this bay he fished ud several large
oysters, the shells of which he recog
nized to be such as furnished mother-of
pearl. He opened them, and found
pearls! He kept the secret to himself,
and when he had an opportunity he
went out and fished for ttyeso valuable
oysters ; and in three years time, he had
accumulated alargestore.many of which
were of extraordinary size and beauty.
By-and-by, Antonio madehis escape, by
venturing to run his boat far out to sea
and safely reached the Fort of Negom
bo, where he found aDutchshipbound
for Calcutta, in which he took passage,
paying the price in small pearl. Ar
rived in Calcutta, he soon found a ship
bound for the Mediterranean; but be
fore Bhe sailed he was waited upon by
a Bengalese merchant, who asked him
if he had any pearls to sell. The Dutch
captain, It seems, had suspected the
faot, and had told the merchant. The
Benguleso proved himself an honorable
man, and our adventurer offered the
bulk of his pearls, and received a sum
in gold equal to about two hundred
thousand crowns. The possession of
this sum would have made him crazy
If his conversation with the Dutchman
had not given him to understand some
thing near the value of the property he
held.
With his wealth, Antonio Morino
had made his way back to his home.
From Leghorn, where ho landed, he
had brought his gold down the coast In
hiß own boat, and concealed it in his'i
cellar, having dug a hole In which to
place it. And this gold the adventurer
was now keeplDg for his bod. He had
no ideri of investments, or interest; his
only concern beingtokeepaknowledge
of his possession from those who would
surely rob him if they knew the secret.
At tho age of twelve years, Leonardo,
grown to be a bright and handsome boy,
was sent to Capua, to sohool; and while
ho was absent his mother died. At the
age of eighteen he went to Lyons, and
thence to Paris, where he made himself
acquainted with mercantile matters.
On the very day that he was ouo-and
twenty ho came home, bringing with
him a beautiful girl whom he wUhed to
make his wife. She was a native of
Marseilles—an orphan—and her name
was Cora, Old Antonio loved her at
once, and the nuptial ceremonies were
not long delayed.
On the day Following the wedding,the
old man conducted Leonardo and Cora
down into the cellar, and showed them,
in the pit, twelve Btout earthen jars,
full of preciouß gold. And then he told
them the story of his adventures In the
Indian Ooean.
“My son,” he oonoluded, " this great
wealth I have saved for you; but we
must not expose It here. On the mor
row we will move It away, and Bet sail
for France. You and Cora shall make
a home In Marseilles, and I will be
happy with you.”
Cora asked If there were robbers In
the neighborhood.
“ Ah,” said Antonio, shaking hie
head "you don’t know our oountry.—
The nobles would beour robbers. Look
at Gregorio Barblerl, the Count of Mon
dragone, who gained a title and a castle
jUBt because he discovered the famous
medicinal waters: he would not hesi
tate to rob us, If he had an opportuni
ty."
, There seemed to be a direful magic
spell In the calling of that name; for
within half an hour after they had as
oended from the cellar, the Count of
Mondragone, accompanied by six serv
ing men, as evil and ugly as himself,
made Ills appearance at the cot, He
did not stop to ask questions, but hav
ing seized upon Antonio and his son,
auu bound them hund and foot, he bore
thum away to his oastlo of Mondragone,
wero thoy Introduced at onoo Into a
torturo ohambor—a dark, dismal, un
derground crypt—and whore the Count
made known fils buslnoss.
Ho had long suspected that Autonla
Morlno possessed muoh wealth, and had
closely watohed all his movomonts. He
had sent a spy to be present at the wed
ding of tho son with Cora, and had
learned that the old man had bestowed
on the bride a necklace of Oriental
pearls, And now he demanded to know
the truth. But Antonio would not tell
him, nor would the son. Then the Count
oallod In his assistants, and the old
flsherman was stripped, and oast upon
a raok, and his wrists and ankles lashed
to the rollers, poor Leonardo standing
all the while, so fettered that he ooula
afford his father no relief.
"Now, Antonio Morlno,” pronounced
the Count," tell me where la your gold ?
I ask not whether you have muoh or
little; but I simply demand to know
where Is It ? I will set your body on the
torment, and I will rock your limbs
from their sookets, If you do not tell me 1
Add If you die in your sllenoe, I will
put your son In your place; and he,
too, shall undergo the ordeal. Now,
speak. Where Is your gold hidden ? ”
Still the sturdy old Morino would not
disclose his secret. He had passed
throogh too many dangers in his life to
be. scared at 'threats, however terrible
they might be.
What could the old man do? He
knew that the wicked Count would
keep his word. Had there been hope
that his silence could have preserved the
gold to hiskon, he would have died ere
he would have spoken.
“ For the last time I ask you, Antonio
Morino, where is your gold? pursued
the Count.
Receiving no reply, he turned to the
ill-looking attendants, and said, in a
loud, stern voice, “ Is all ready ?”
A nod of the head from each of the
men was the sole response.
“ Then give one tarn of the rack as a
foretaste of what is to follow ” was the
Connt’s cruel order.
The men proceeded to obey; but the son
could no longer look upon the scene
without giving way.
“ Hold—hold!” cried Leonardo, as he
saw the strong men about to turn the
racking beams. “ I will tell!”
“No, no, my son !” said the old man.
“Torture can only slightly abridge a life
which has almost run its conrae. Let
this vile Count and his myrmidons do
the worst they can; I will endure it and
defy them.”
“How! Dost think Iwould havegold
that had cost my father’s life? No;
not a morsel of pain shall rack thy dear
old limbs, if I can prevent it! Look ye,
Sir Count ”
The old fisherman interposed, and
asked Barbieri how much gold would
satisfy him. ‘The base and covetous
man knew that father and son were in
his power, and he would have all, or
none. At length, when he saw that
there could be no possible hope, old
Morino spoke.
“The gold is in my cellar. In the
corner next the old fountain Is a flag
ging-stone of a darker hue than its
mates, and at the angle nearest the wall
is an opening large enough for the in
sertion of a hand. Raise this stone, and
you will find twelve earthen jars, with
leaden covers, filled with gold. It is all
I possess of wealth in the world. If you
will leave for my poor boy two jars—
only two.”
But the Count would not stop to lis
ten to prayers. It was now very near
nightfall; and as soon as he could get
his horses ready, he set forth, bearing
the father and son back, as he had
brought them, bound hand and foot;
and he said to them, if he found the
gold, they should be free; but if he
found it not, they Should suffer.
It was dark when they reached the
cot, and the women were not there, but
Barbieri thought not of them. With
lighted torohes he went to the cellar,
where he found the stone, as Antonio
had said ; and underneath it he found
the twelve jars; and having removed
one of the leaden covers, he beheld the
glittering gold. He handled the pre
cious pieces, that his eyes'might Dot oe
deceived; and he lifted more ofzthe
coins. With the assistance of his fcnen
he bore the heavy jars to the yard/ and
when he was ready to start away he
turned to give Antonio and his a
parting word, to the effect that, if they
made any serious stir about the matter,
they should both die.
Antonio Morino and his son were left
alone. The old man sank down into
his chair completely overwhelmed with
?rief, while Leonardosoughtto comfort
aim.
“ No, no, my boy—you cannot bring
joy to my soul again! Oh, how many
years have I preserved this treasure for
thee! For myself I care not; but for
my dear son ”
At this juncture, Cora and her maid
entered the cot. ,
“Oh, dear Leonardo, have those ter
rible men gone?”
“Yes, yes, my sweet-wife,” he ex
claimed, as he embraced her.
“And the vessel our father had pro
vided—is it ready for sea? ”
“ Yes, my precious love.”
“The wicked Count took you away
that he might gain from you the secret
of your hidden wealth?”
“ Yes. He would have put my father
to dreadful torture, ana I told him
where the gold was concealed. And he
has borne it all away! ”
“ Not all,’’returned Cora with bright
ening look. “When I knew that the
Count of Mondragon had carried you
away I could wellguesß his intent; and
I furthermore knew that my dear hus
band would not see his father suffer for
the Bake of preserving the secret. That
tbe wretch would return in quest of the
treasure I felt very sure ; and I natur
ally judged that he would bring you
back with him. But I did not mean
that he should rob you if I could help
it. Bo I oalled Lieette, and we went to
the cellar, and emptied all the gold
from the jars into leathern sacks which
we found In the upper ohamber. Then
we refilled the Jars with halts and boltß
of lead whloh we out from the old fish-
log note in tho Bhed. We filled them
almost full, bnl were careful to plaoe on
the top a layer of gold coin, so that, If
the robber should open them, as I
knew he would, he should not readily
dlsoover the cheat. Cheer up, dear
father, and prepare for flight. The
wicked Count has only gone off with a
lot of worthless lead, while almost the
whole of your gold is at this moment
in the boat which you left secured at
the landing-steps behind thecot. You
know the tops of the jars were very
small, and It required but little gold to
oover the exposed surface.”
The old man caught tbe heroic little
woman in hiß arms, and blessed her,
and then hastened with bis prepara
tions for departure. Every minute was
preolous; lor Barbieri might oome back
very soon. But they had not muob to
do. Their vessel, a small feluoca, was
lying close in by tho shore ; and before
midnight they had bid farewell to tho
Terra dl Lavoro for ever.
When, two houre later, the Count of
Mondragone came to the oot, filled with
wrath, aud swearing vengeance and
death, they were far away upon the
bosom of tne gulf, c&tohlng the fair,
brisk breeze that tipped the wave-crestß
towards the Tußcau sea—far away tow
ards the new home where peaoe and
comfort and joy were to be theirs, and
where Antonio Morino was to be am
ply blessed in the evening of his life
by the love and devoted care of those
for whom.he had so long and so self
eacriflcingly held his strangely gotten
wealth.
llow tho Japanese Women Bath.
A correspondent of the New York
World who has been visiting Yokoha
ma. describes a visit to one of the native
batn-houses there. “ Here, open to the
street, as usual, we found the place to
be a large, square room, with the floor
raised about two feet from the ground,
and a partition, about three feet high,
running through the centre. On one
side of this room, in the custom of
Mother Eve before she studied pomolo
gy, were collected from fifty to seventy
women and girls, and on tne other side
perhaps thirty men and boys, clad in
a curtailed pattern of the famous Geor
gia major’s airy suit, but that even the
shirt, collar and spurß were wanting.—
The old joke about a ’wet nurse In a
bathing house,’ was here practically
realized. Borne dozen native dryads,
whom I took to be the owners of the
lavatory temple, were scouring the dark •
haired, rosy maids with large bunches
of paper, while others poured water over
them from a well In the oentre of the
room, by means of wooden dippers with
long handles. The ceaseless din and
ohatterlng of the nymphs under this
process was absolutely aeafonlng. Far
from feollng any sente of shame by the
pretenoo of tholr own oountrymen, who
were enjoying the bath In oompany,
thoy gave not the slightest thought or
attention to the number of foreigners
who were looking on, Perhaps like
the poet’s ohlvalrous defenoe of Lady
Godlva, I ought t° say that they were
olothed in unoontolousnets of Immod
esty, It being a oustom to whloh they
are habituated from lnfanoy,
Tbree Persons Drowned While Balking.
Atlantic City, N. J,. August 25.—Bur
ton Stout, sued lO.snd Miss Annie Rodgers
and Miss Martha Banter, of Philadelphia,
wore accidentally drowned while bathing
this morning In front of the Light House
Cottage bathing grounds. There were bnt
two others bathing at the time, who were
unable to render assistance, as there were
no appliances on hand to save life, and tho
United States Hotel life boat having been
hauled up for the season. Tho bodies of
Mr. Stout and Miss Hunter were washed
ashore ahout twelve o’olook noon and that
of Miss Rodgers at ona o'olook this after
noon. Their remaina were taken to Phila
delphia on the 4>lo train to their respective
homes, aocompanled by their relatives. At
the time of the occurrence there was but
little surf and the tide was down,
Dali Homes tn Bright Places.
When I live in the country, the front
door of nay house Bh&ll be made for use,
and not for BhoW; and the blinds and
windows ahali be thrown wide open
from sunrise until Bunset; and I will
issue invitations to the bees and birds
and butterflies to come in and out at
their own convenience, without fear of
molestation from me, or of danger 1 oj my
furniture or belongings. Ifafewmus
quitoes follow suit, I will accept them
as a necessary evil, and hot to be com
pared, in the way of annoyance, with
that air of sepulchral gloom which, like
a wet blanket of mist, surrounds the
exterior of most country dwellings,
where the men, women and children
skulk round like burglars to the back of
the house to effect and entrance, and the
closed door and blinds are suggestive of
a corpse awaiting burial. And yet I
think I understand how this bad cus
tom came about. It was from many
babies and much darniDg and bak
ing, and the dread of impending fly
specks on the gilt frame encircling
General Washington and the large
looking-glass. But, dear friends, put a
mahogany frame round the General,
and banish the looaing-glass, which
will, in a few years, if you neglect all
that makes home cheerful, reflect only
the imprint of life’s cares, instead of its
pleasures and contents. “ They are so
very few,” you Bay. Well, then the
more necessity for letting in the sun
shine. As I walk about, I notice the
careworn, pallid faces of the wives and
mothers about many of these country
homes, and the careless untidiness of
dress which, in a woman, means that
she has given the whole thing up,
either from overwork or lack of sym
pathy from the one person for whom
the shining hair was once neatly comb
ed, and the strip of white collar care
fully pinned, although it might be late
in the day before time was found to
do these things. When T see these
women at nightfall, in this neglectful
dress, sitting alone upon the back door
steps, while the husband and father has
strolled ofl to some neighbor’s, and lies
flat on his stomach on the grass, with
half a dozen other husbands and fathers,
browsing like so many cattle, without a
thought of those weary women, I fall to
thinking how much life would be worth
to me reduced tothis utilitarian stand
ard of cow and cabbage. Then I wonder
if those women were to throw open the
blinds and doors and windows of the
front of the bouse, and smooth their hair
a bit, and let one of the children pick
some grasses and wild flowers for the
mantel, and then tell their respective
Johns and Toms to bring into the house
the men they like to talk to at that hour,
so that all could be jolly together,
whether it wouldn’t change things for
the better. If that plan didn’t work, do
you know what I would do? I would
shoulder my baby, and trot down the
road to tbe nearest neighbor’s, and let
the old coffin of a house take care of it
self. I wouldn't rust, anyhow.
Now, it may be that these women
wouldn’t know how miserable they
were, if I didn’t tell them of it. So
much the worse, then. I only know
that if life were all work to me, it should
go hard but I would try to catch a sun
beam now and then, if it were only that
the children might not be demoralized
by growing up to look at me in the light
of a dray horse; if it were only that my
boys need not expect their wives to clo&e
their eyes and ears to the beauty and
harmony which God has scattered so
lavishly about them. Because there are
rocks, shall there be no roses ? Because
there is dust, shall there be no dew ?
Do you do well, my sisters, to make
your bouses so gloomy that your hue*
bands would rather roost outside upon
the stone fences, than stay in them?
Don’t have a “best carpet; ” don’t have
a “ best sofa.” Let in tbe sun, and tbe
birds, and the children, though it in
volve bare floors and wooden chairs,
and the total banishment of General
Washington and that best looking
glass. Eat in your “ best parlor,” and
laugh in it; don’t save it up to be laid
out in! Try it now, and see life isn’t
a differenttning to you all. As to your
“ work,” a great deal of it is unneces
sary. John and the children would be
much better without pies, cakes, and
doughnuts. Make It your religion to
give them wholesome bread and meat,
and then stop and take a little breath.
Nobody will thank you for turniDg
yourself into a machine. When you
drop in your tracks, they willjustshovel
the earth over you. and get Jerusha Ann
Somebody tostep lntoyourshoes. They
won’t cry a bit. You never stopped to
say a word to them except "get out of
mywayj' Tobesuroyou were working
hard for them all tne while, but that
won't be remembered So you just take
a little comfort yourself as you go along,
and look uftor “No. 1.” Laugh more
and darn less; they will like you twloe
as well. If there is more work than you
can consistently do, don't do it. Some
times there is a little blossom of a daugh
ter In a family who makes everything
bright with her Anger tips ; if there is
none in yours, do you be that blossom.
Don’t, even for John, let your children
remember home as a charnel-house, and
you as its female sextoD.
Fanny Fern,
Tuo Dead Letter Office—lts Curiosities.
Perhaps no division of any depart
ment under the Federal Qovernment
is engagod In more Important and re
sponsible duties bearing dlreotly upon
the Interests of the publlo at large than
the Dead Letter branch of the General
Post office Department. Here are col
lected all manner of letters, coming
from the wealthy and rellned arlßtoorat
and the humblest and most obsoure
oltlzen. The office Is under the Imme
diate supervision of Charleß Lyman,
EBq., coming under the Jurisdiction of
the Third Assistant Postmaster Gen
eral, General William H. H. Terrill.
There are employed In opening
and recording letters received ninety
olerks, male and female. The large
amount of matter received dally In
this division 1b Immense It Is sent
to the upper story, upon whloh floor the
Dead Letter Office Is situated, by means
of a dumb waiter. There are opened
dally 10,000 lotters, each clerk engaged
on this particular business being re
quired to open from 1,000 to 1,200 letters.
All letters containing valuables are re
corded, and the writers Informed that
they are held Bubjeot to their disposal.
To give an estimate of the amount of
matter that accumulates monthly in
this branch of the Post-office Depart
ment, we extraot some Items of Interest
In the lastannualreportof Mr. Lymen.
Whole number of letters received, 333,
805 ; whole number of letters and circu
lars destroyed, 157,836; total delivered
to owners, 156,061; total money letters
reoelved, In value, $7,333 31. The
prominent cause of the non-delivery of
letters Is the unmallable character of
many of them. The largest receipts
were during the war, when thousands
of letters failed to reaoh the sol
diers to whom they were address
ed. Many foreign letters are not
delivered on account of Insufficient ad
dresses. Thegeographlcal extent of the
United States and Territories being as
yet unsettled, and the constant arrival
of emigrants in search of homes In re
mote regions, and the continual chang
ing of the places of abode In thinly set
tled country operate to lnorease the
difficulty in the delivery of foreign let
ters, many bearing ouly the name, and
addressed "United States.” Many are
addressed without any destination bolng
attached, others are not stamped, and a
great many are stamped with United
States lntornal revonue stamps. From
a pile of letters are seleoted tho following
uddressos, somo of whloh betray lgno
ranee, but themajorlty gross oarlessutss;
"Mlstor Makartl, Karo of Mlstor Mul
doon, fornlst the Protestant Ohuroh, N.
V.j” 11 James Prince, Esq., California
" Harry ,0. Everzer, treasurer of the
Excelsior base ball olub, Illinois"M.
Gulllame Favle, Rue de Fremont, Vllle
do Onslllanq, Dee Flats Unis, Notd
Amerlque ;”-"For Bill Clemente, at the
Cross roads, Burbun Kountl, Kin
tuokyi” 'Secretary of the Insurance
Company, Philadelphia"Mlkul Kel
ly, hods man, Slnslatl.” "Bov. Ed
ward Cartwright, England.” ” Mr.
Edgar Smlth’ r (no city or State given).
" To the member or Congress from
Ohio.” Many others might be given,
but the above are fair specimens. In a
small room adjoining the main office Is
contained a large oolleotlon of valuables |
of all kinds, wnloh have been accumu
lating for some time. During the war
a large number of soldiers' photographs
were reoelved through the malle, all of
whloh have been preserved in portfolio
form. Among the large' number on
band, nearly every day some are reoog
nlzed and returned to those having
olalms upon them. Among the list of
other valuables Is a paokage of cocoons
sad raw Bilk, which was mailed from
Ban Francisco to Paris and sent to the
Dead Letter Office on account of non
payment of postage, the person to whom
the package was addressed'refusing to
pay the same. A great variety of other
articles are also to be seen, consisting of
ambrotypes. pictures, teas, coffee, soap,
apparel of all kinds, dolls, jewelry, and
in fact almost everything for which the
malls are considered a safe means of
transmission. Every year or two a sale
of miscellaneous articles of value, for
which no owner can be found is adver
tised in the public prints, and the an
nouncements invariably attract large
throngs of purchasers, some of whom
hope to make good bargains, while
others desire only to secure curiosities.
The prices received are generally fair,
and In some instances the bidding is
brisk on certain articles whioh are val
uable as curiosities or relics. Many of
the articles, especially of clothing, sta
tionary, perfumery, jewelry, &0., are
really valuable and useful. — Washing
ton Chronicles
A JLErTER FBOJtf EAST TESAEBBEE,
ROOEBSVILLE, HAWKINS CO., )
August 19th, 1869. J
Editors Intelligencer l ought at an
earlier day to have thanked you for your
very kind and complimentary notice of
East Tennessee, in your “ Editorial Notes”
after your visit in April last. Your very
kind mention of uS is all the more grateful*
ly appreciated, from the fact that we occa
sionally meet with articles like the follow
ing, which I oopy from " Moore’s .Rural
Acuj ForA:«*,” of June 6th, 1869, under the
head of “About the South
“ Roan Mountain, EastTonn.
I have been traveling all over the
Eastern part of this State to find a place
to locate. The country is, indeed, beau
tiful, but such natives you never saw.—
Notone houso in twenty has a glass win
dow. Houses are made of rough logs
and plastered with mud. There are no
schools, very few of the grown people can
read, fewer can write, and not oue of them
takes a paper. I tried hard to get subscrip
tions for the Rural, showing them my own
copy, but all to no purpose. They use the
old bull-tongue plow, and mark off their
corn land with a shovel plow. It is just
the country for bees, but no one raises
them; it is a beautiful climate for fruits,
but no one has any ; and stranger than all,
people seem opposed to any improvement.
But If immigration from the North contin
ues aB it has begun, things will have to
change here before long.
F. A. Rew. Ja.”
I have no idea who this Rew, jr., is, or
where he hails from, but I suppose he is
one of tho regular “ God and ’Morality”-*-
“ beat Government the world ever saw,” —
sort of carpet-bagger. 1 will describe him
more fully before I’m done. I once heard
of a lawyer openiug a cause in our Supreme
Court in this manner: “ May it please the
Court, the complainant’s bill contains just
forty lies.” This letter of Rew, jr., beats
that bill. It contains a suppression of the
truth or a direct falsehood in every line.
He writes from Roan Mountain, East Ten
nessee, which is at the extreme upper end
of the State, near tho North Carolina line.
I am glad that he was so nearly off Ten
nessee soil, before be slandered us so foul
ly. One would have supposed that as he
gazed from that moantaln top upon some
of the most beautiful, grand and awe-in
spiring scenery that the eye of man ever
beheld, that the truth, if if was in him ,
would have come out, but it didn’t. He
says that be has been traveling all over
the Eastern part of the State. The Eastern
part of the State is all East Tennessee, and
East Tennessee has thirty counties.—
lb has two hundred and fifty miles of
railroad, running from Bristol to Chatta
. nooga and other roads running across the
State, of which one hundred and 'thirty
miles are in operation. If he availed him
self of the mode of travel, he did not see one
such house as he describes in fifty. On the
other hand he saw fine, well built, comfort
able farm houses and town residences,
and Inside of them he would have found
every comfort and many of the luxuries at
| tainable in any section of the country, with
fruitjlrees abundant and bees innumerable.
If be had looked out of the depots, he
have seen almost auy kind of agrlcultura
implements manufactured in the United
States. Plows from almost every State In
which they are manufactured. If he had
visited the various county Beats, he would
huve found In each and every one of the
thirty-one, well built, substantial, and In
many of them, very handsome Court
Houses and Academies, and besides those
very many Collegiate buildings, Churches,
Ac., and In every voting distriot in oaoh
county a school house, built at public ox
ponso, under our common school system,
many of them, to bo suro, humble and un
pretending but novortholOßß a nuclous of
education, which la incline to make our
whole people equal in point of edu
cation to thoso of any State. If ho
had mingled with tho bottor educated
classes ot our pooplo, bo would have found
them equal in any respect to any people In
tho Union, and he would have found our
clergy, members of the bar, and of the mod
loal profession, the peers of any in the land,
and more political information among the
masses ofour people than those of any other
State. He says “ not one of them tukos a
paper.” I will venture the assertion that
before tho war there wore more newspapers,
magazines, ifco., &0., dtc., tuken In the town
of Rogersville, from which I writo, tbnn in
any town of tbo same population in Now
Eogland. I don't know the liutnbor taken
now, but this I do know, thoro are six dlf
, ferent agricultural papers taken at this
post oflloo, to wit: Agriculturalist, Rural %
Quit, tfc Cb. Gent, Stock Journal, American
Farmer, and Southern Planter and Farmer •
Twenty Northern nowapnpors aro tuken in
i the South lo oue Southern paper taken at
the North, and this is why tho Southern
; people are well postod as to what Is going
1 on In your section, whllo Northern people
| depend upon lying carpot-bag correspond
[ outs, ol tho Rew, Jr., order, for their infor*
matiou of us. But I promised to give
. you a dosovlptlon of Rew, Jr. Hore
it Ib. Rev. Dr. James Gallakcr, nu
omlacnt Presbyterian divine, at one
time pastor of the Ist Presbyterian Church
in this village, was once travelling upon a
Mississippi steamboat, tmd ;waa, with tho
other passengers, greatly annoyed by a
young man, who persisted In introducing
iufidel sentiments Into a Sabbath day gen
eral conversation. Dr. G. tried to reason I
with and convince him of bis error, to |
which he would reply by quoting garbled
extracts from various portions of the Bible
10 prove that the whole was lnconsisten
and fatso. Dr. G. finding it impossible to
convince the shallow (patted fool, turning
to tho crowd, remarked that tbo young
man's peculiar viewß of the Bible reminded
him of a dream he once bad. He dreamed
that a great storm and flood bad passed
over tbe land, and that after It two birds
went abroad to vlow tho land and make re
port thereof. The ono, a beautiful dove, aB
it flew aloft in tbe bright and oloudless sky
looked down with gladsome.eye upon the
green fields and bcautoous flowers, blue
mountains and sparkling waters, and turn*
log joyously it guthered and boro home
green loaves and fruits and flowers. Tho
other enmo buck moody and sullen. It
too had flown fur and wide, but it had no
oyu for the bright and bountiful, for tho
groon fields and flowors, lakes, moun
tains and rivers, but ovorlooklng all
there, it had sought horo, with oyo
and nostril, for somo done} oaroasN
orolhor gnrbago to prey upon, and had
found but littlo. Dr. G. did not givo the
name of the otbor bird, but tbo orowd
made tbo application,and carrion orow and
buzzard begun to bo appliod bo freely that
tbo Infldol buzzard loft, at tbo next wood*
yard. Nobody but a carpet-bagger buz
zard could travel through East Tennosseo ]
and make the report that Row, Jr., did*
One thing moroand I'mdonot Row, Jr.,
saye we “ scorn opposed to any Improve
ment.” On tho oontrary wo aro earnestly
begging for Northern and foreign immi
gration of the right sort, to oome and help
ua develop our great resources. We think
we have a great, a noblo oountry, one with
a great futuro before It Wo of tbe South
will gladly woloome all who oome with
kind boons and words, to use and onjoy
among us and with us, what is pleasant,
1 useful and good; but we want no buzzards
of tbe Rew t Jr., order. We went farmers,
dairymen, lumber dealers to saw up our
splendid timber; mechanic* to work It up
| into railroad cars, carriages, wagons, agrf
' cultural Implements and household fund
■ ture \ miners and monnfaotoriea to develop
1 1 our various reflourcea in this peoullar line.
NUMBER 35
To one and all of the above clauses, we say
come and look at things carefully witn
your own eyes, and if you can make a good
thing of it and better yourself by the move,
come and be one of us, and you will meet
a cordial welcome.
I had intended giving you some aooount
of political affairs, but my letter is already
too long. Yours, ever truly,
John:A. McKiifNY.l
A RACE FOB UKS ON A RAILROAD.
An Engineer Chased by Fire ot Seventy
Miles an Hoar—a Thrilling Barra*
tl ve.
Correspondence Grand Rapids (Mich.) Eagle.
* * • To make it an Intelligible mat
ter to the reader, let me say that the Buf
falo. Corry and Pittsburg road intersects
the Lake Shore road at this place. The sta
tion at the junction is called Brocton. Now
let it be understood that from this point to
Mayville, at the head of Chautauqua Lake,
a distance of only about ten miles, a train
is carried over an elevation of 700 feet. —
From the station to the summit the grade
is about 80 feet to the mile, with curves
which increase the distance to four miles.
It is over this road that the immense quan
tities of petroleum are brought.
On Tuesday evening about 9 o’clock, a
train consisting of six oil cars and two pas
senger cars reached the summit on its way
to the Junction. Here, by some cause as
yet unexplained, one of the oil tanks took
fire. The passenger cars were ut once de
tached and the brakes stopped them. Next
the oil cars were cut off, and the locomo
tive, tender, and box car containing two
valuable horses and two men passed down
the road, the engineer supposing that the
brakemen ou the oil cars would arrest the ,
course of those, but what was his horror
on looking back, to see the six cars In pur
suit of him down the grade, enveloped in
flames. They not only
took him, knocking the borads-aek} men.
flat upon the floor, and yet almost ihifneu*
lously not throwing the engine from the
track.
It was now with thejengineer u race for
life, and he gave the engine every ounce of
steam. Looking south from the place of
my residence at that terrible juncture, one
of the most magnificent spectacles was wit
nessed that a man sees in a lifetime. A
sheet of intensely bright flame, sixty feet
high, was seen coming down that southern
slope, apparently with the speed of a me
teor, and really very nearly the speed of a
hurricane (eighty miles an hour,) for pur
sued and pursuer flew over the course, or
rather down it, and arouuii the curves, at
the rate of more than seventy Imitea an
hour, as the engineer declares, nnu aa every
body can believe who witnessed tbespeetu
cle. The whole heavens were illumluated,
and the landscape was lit up ns by the
noonday light. Onward and downward
flew the engine, and behind it flew and
thundered the huge fiery demon. Twice
its prodigious weight was driven against
the fugitive, as if instinct with a purpose to
drive It from the track. It seemed as if to
the heroic engineer and fireman there was
a perfect environment of peril The speed
of the engine was such that, it ceased to
pump; then again, the Cincinnati express
was aae at the junction at this time. The
engineer of the oil train whistled “open
switch,” and Bbaking hands with the fire
man, they bade each other farewell, know
ing that their lives depended on the open
ing of the Lake Shore switch by their
friends below, and this was to imperil the
express train coming down from the West
with its living human freight. The engi
neer on this train saw the fire when it first
broke out at the summit, and supposing be
could clear the Junction before the llamiog
terror reached it, he, too, put his engine to
the utmost speed on a level grade. A mile
short of the junction he saw that the effort
was a vain one, for the flying conflagration
had rushed out upon the Lake Shore track,
and was roaring onward in the direction of
Dunkirk. He cheoked the onward course
of his own train, and brought it to a stand
still. It did not proceed until 3 o’clock in
the morning.
The case took in another danger, and it
was imminent. A heavy freight train was
coming up the Lake Shore road. All I
will say of the escape of this. Is that it did
escape to the side track, and only escaped
by tne last minute of possibility. .
Banning on to a Bate distance from the
depot, the engineer of the oil train detached
his eDglne and left the six cars to consume.
He says his situation was fully realized by
him. He expected to lose his life. At
every moment he expected the engino to
leave the track. He saw be was going at
a perilous rate of speed, but there was no
help for it. The demon was behind him,
ana he declares that it looked like a demon.
With that fondness or real affection for his
engine, which these men display, ho said,
“I thought everything of my engine, and
was determined to stay by It to the last.”
The fireman made ono attempt to escape by
jumping from the tender, but the engineer
restrained him. Altogether the occurrence
was a remarkable one, and In part remark
able for this, that no llyes were lost. Tbo
brakemen on the all cars bad gone back to
the passenger cars, when the oil cars start
ed. It whs well tney did. Unless those
rear cars bad boon detached and slopped,
their inmates would have been burned to
death.
Confession of n HnrUeror,—Eight Mur*
uer»byn Man Twenty-two Years old.
Tho Knoxville (Tnnn.i Prong gives a de
tailed uccount of a murder which lutoly
occurred in Fentress county, Tonnussoo,
tbo capture of tho murderor and tho testi
mony ugulnst him /
“On tuo 20th of last November a citizen
of Fontroas county went to tho houso of old
Mrs, Galloway and found tho old lady, bor
daughter and two grandchildren lying upon
the floor with tbolr hoads split open with
an sxo and tho floor dolugod with blood
and brnlus. Nocortolu duo could be found.
One of tbo children, a boy seven yours of
ago, showed signs of lifo, and wan removed
to a neighbor’s house. Two days aftor
terwards the little fellow showud signs of
consciousness, and wus askod. “ Who had
done it T Hla reply was " Cul," This in
formation, connected with olhor circum
stances, directed suspicion to Calvin Log-
Btonjwho had about that lirno fled to his
horde on Green river, in Kentucky.
“ Ho was pursued, captured and brought
back to Fentress county,by which time the
little boy, who seemed to bavo boon pre
served by a special Provldonco, was so
nearly recovered as loglvo a oorruot account
of tbo whole bloody tule. From his testi
mony it nppeuts that Logstoti camo lo tbo
bouse with two women, his aunts, named
Brown, and demanded of ’Granny’ her
monoy, with threats of a presented pistol.
Falling to get nny ho put up his pistol and
snlzed au axe he found in tho bouse and
struck the old lady on tbo bond, uud tbon
served tho youuil woman and a four-yoar
old boy in tho sarao manner. Ono of tho
women then seized a shovel and dealt tho
little witness a blow, which Is tho lust thing
he recollects.
"Upon the return of the prisoner to Fen
tress county the citizens eroded an Ira
promtu gallows for his accommodation, but
by the efforts of Judge Houk, Judgo Lyncb
yielded Jurisdiction. Failing to get n Jury
in that county, the venue was changed to
Scott oounty, whore, after a long and labo
rious trial, tho verdict has boon rondornd of
guilty of murder in tho first degree, with
out any mitigating olrcumstaoces.’ and sen
tence of death pronounced by Juugo Houk,
to tuko effect on the 18th of October, proxi
mo. An appeal wus taken to tho Kupromo
Court, and the prisoner and his guard ar
rived here yesterday. Although the pris
oner is only twenty-two years of ago, ho
freely confesses lo eight murders.
Thrilling Ncoao on h Ntentnbonl
On Monday morning, shoilly ofior tbo
steamer Lady of tbo Latto bad left tbo land
ing at Capo May, on her way to this city,
the packing neur tho boilers, in some un
accountable way, became ignitod, and sot
fire to some light woodwork nenr by. A
dense volume of smoke ascended from the
engine- room, to tbo great fright and dismay
oi tho passengers. An indiscreet lady,who
happened to bo in the vicinity of the engine,
ran Into the cabin crying "Fire I” at tho
top of her voice. The passengers started
from tbolr seats, and seeing tho smoke, a
most thrilling scene ensued. Ladles
screamed and children cried, while tbo
obopk of many,a brave man turned pale,
for tbo engines were obliged to be stopped
and tbe boat was nearly out of sight of iho
land. Tbo officers of (ho boat acted with
tho greutest presence of mind, ami in about
ten minutes quieted thooxclted pasiongers,
although it took great exertions to prevent
soveral young girls from leaping over
bourd, A hoso which was in roudiness for
luob emergencies was turned on tbo burn
ing woodwork, and a very fuw minutes
sufficed lo extinguish the flumes. It Is al
most miraoulnus that, iu the intense con
fusion, no uno wm» Injured, its many hun
dreds of passengers wero ou board, many
of thorn ladles and children. That such
was not tho case is duo to tho efforts of the
officer* ol the boat,— Philadelphia /nearer,
Au Old Jnil lllrd.
Tho oldest prlsonor In tho Ohio l'on*
itontlary is John Gull, who has boeu In
tho Institution about thirty-three yours,--
110 was oonvlotod of murdor In thn seo
ond degroo, In Stark oounty, Ootobor 14,
183(1, and sentenced to the pouttenllary fur
life, Tho old man’s mind bus boon impair
ed for a number of years, but ho la consid
ered perfectly harmloss. Ho imagine* that
he goes out ovory night and comes buck
loaded down with monoy. The "almighty
dollar” »oem* to bo his nocullar forto. anil
ho always counts It by "touu" and "mil
lions twloe over." Iu his own imagination
be la tho riohost man now living* Gull,
bolng a pioneer In tho prison, is, oroourao,
allowed many apodal privileges not enjoy
ed by tbo tbo modern donlzena, Ho works
at ploosuro. eats by himself, goes to bed
when bo picnics, and allowes no ono to
•bridge bis rights. He Is an old fogy in
every sense of tbe word, and nothing dis
pleases him so much as modern Improve
ments. Wbsn the directors and warden
deolded to ohange the "zebra- atripod coat”
for blaok, Gull was highly incensed at tbe
Idea, and, to this day. refuse# to wear any
thing bat the old style.
-raTe oE advertising.
Badness advxrtisxkxkts, $l2 a year per
qnara of ten lines; ftj per year for each ad
ditional square.
Rxal Estate Advxxtisikq, lo cents a line for
the first, and 5 oents for eaoh subsequent is*
sertlon.
Qxnerai* Advertising 7 cents a line for the
first, and 4 cents for each subsequent inser
tion.
Bpxoxai. Non cats Inserted inLoeal Column
16 cents per line.
Special Notzoxs preceding marriages and
deaths, 10 cents per line for first insertion!
and S cents for every subsequent lnsertlonjl
Lixoaj. im oth e b Nonas— >
RTegntora* -,otln— , rV -
Administrators' nrttinAa 2.50
Assignees' notloes,_ 2.50
Auditors’ notices, 2.00
Other “Notloes/'ten lines, or less, “ w
three times, 1.50
Mnte Items.
Conneautvllle has a new organ for the use
of the borough schools, which coat $175.
Mercer county has thirty throe port of
fices, three of which are money-order offices.
A drum oorps of twenty members—Allen
Butz, leader—has been orgaulzed iu AUon
town.
Samuel Wells, Esq., has been appointed
Superintendent of the Pottaiowu Gas
Works.
Tho furnace of the Pottstown Iron Com
pany has been completely repaired, and
will soon be put in operation.
There were 327 deaths in Phll’a lust week
—beiDg ID less than during the 'preceding
week.
Johnny Prendegast, an ethiopian come
dian of repute, died very suddenly recent
ly, at Pittsburg.
Hickory township, .Mercer county, re
joices over the discovery of a vein of coul
measuring four feet.
The Beaver county fair will be held this
year on the 29th and SOih days of Septem
ber and the Ist of October.
The Knights of Pythias are to have a
grand pic-mo at Tyrone on the 27th Inst.
Five hundred invitations have been sent.
The Pittsburg papers are discussing the
necessity of retrenchment and reform iu the
municipal government of that city.
The frost was so heavy in Wayne county
the two eveulDgs preceding tho eclipse ns to
kill whole fields oi buckwheat.
Oliver Watson, of Williamsport, has pur
chased tho “Little Falls Farm,” Virginia,
owned by Dr. Hugh Morson, and contain
ing 870 J acres, for $28,000.
A man named John Buzby, living at
Fort Washington, Montgomery couuty,
was found on the railroad truck recently,
with bis left arm suvurod nt the shoulder.
•Not sinco Moses Armstrong com
mitted suicide by cutting his throat ut a
tavern on tho old Brownsville pluuk road
about three miles from Pittsburg.
Shatnburg claims to have the largest pro*
ducing wells lu the oil regions, viz: Tho
Lady Stewart well, 180 barrels per day ;
Emery well, 150 barrels per day.
The Crawford Journal has again changed
bauds,-Messrs. Cbalfaut A Tyler having
purohused the office from-Messrs. Hollister
A Metcalf, tho former proprietors.
The Clatlon RcpuMican says that several
barns in tLu>t _vicinity have been burned
from spontaneous combustion, caused by
housing buy in an unlit condition.
Allen Eggo will Jprobably loso his cyo
from tho splushing of moiled iron into It,
recently, at the foundry of Thayer, F.rd
man, Wilson A Co., lu Allentown, where ho
was employed.
Harry C. Ueckoudorn, of Reading, has
received letters patent for improvements to
Sewing Machines, and cotuemplates the
manulacturo of the improved machines in
that city.
Auctioneer Lyon sold 20 shares of Union
Bunk stock of Roadiog ut public sulo, on
Saturday afternoon last; the first tenabareH
nt $3O per share, and the second ton at
$29.50 per t-hure.
The Farmers’ Club of Philadelphia wore
entertaiued with a complimentary banquet,
given by Hon. Asa Packer, at tho Mansion
House on the 19th iust. A large number of
distinguished guests wore present. N
The OU’.Creek and Alleghonyißlver K.|R.
has received as its Managing Officer, Mr.
John Pitcairn, Jr., formerly Superintendent
of tho Middle Division of the Philadelphia
and Erie Railroad.
Mr. Joseph Weaver, of Marysville, Perry
county, raised from a aluglo potatoo, weigh
ing two and a half ounces, twonty-threo
pounds of potatoes, measuring a half
bushel.
Rev/J. Pastorfield, pastor of tho M. K.
Church at Marshalton, Chostor Co., oat his
foot badly recently. Ho was cutting wood
when tbo axe slipped striking his instep,
compelling him to use crutches.
On the 7th inst., a man named Francis
Popham got on tho curs at North Point,
Dear Clinton, in an intoxicated condition
and fell through between the cars onu was
immediately crushed to doath.
The other day a man was killed on tho
Pan Handle Railroad, at Burgettstown,
Allegheny county. Weary, ho nut down on
tho track to rest and lell asleep, when the
fast line came along and munglod him
shockingly.
The family of a Mr. Pugh, residing In
Butler county, wero poisoned lately by eat
ing mushrooms. One of tbo children died
a few days after partakiug of tho poison ;
the rest of the family aro still alive, but in
a crilloal condition.
There is a dwarf pear tree on tho premia
ises of Mr. John Hykes, in Londonborry
township, Dauphin county,on whicbhangs
212 pairs, measuring 7i iuchea'in curcum
ference, The tree Is threo inches thick and
11 feet high.
In connection with thn colobrated Qirurd
estato, located In Philadelphia and vicinity,
tbo nnnual reoelpts from tbo farms umount
lo $7 332, and tho total receipts from roul
estate in tho city, in round numberH, $2K7,-
000.
William Flollli. of Lower Oxford town
ship, Chester co., bad n vnluuble horse klll
od Auj,, 7th, by falling from Iho Imrn
brldgo, stopping on tho end of n plunk
which wus somowhut rotted, ho broke
through nnd dlod tnstnntly,
Mr. Culob Ilaldwln, of Kust (\uln Chester
oounty, lost u vnluublo inuro recently.—
Hbo boonmo frightened nnd run off, throw
lug tho wagon off tho sldo of Iho roud nnd
Iho oeoupuntu out, nnd shortly uflorwurds
plungud ovor n preolplcu nud wus killed.
llooontly n lltllo girl übout three yourn
old, fell from ft second slory window of one
of tho housoH of tho Wost llrunnh Cump
Mooting, »t Wftyno Hlftllon, Lycoming co.,
and broko bor neok. Dumb, us u matter of
oourso, was almost Instnntnnoous.
Tbo Phllodolpbla nnd Erie Hullrond In
Is doing ft tromondous freight business ut
prosont. A trnlnof novonty lour cum puss
id Youngsvlllo one dny drawn
by a slnglo engino. No wonder tho com
pnny are making arrungomonts to put
down ft doublo truck.
Workmon nro busy In putting up 11:0
Soldiers’ Monutnont nt Norristown. Tho
base Is ft lnrgo block of bluo mnrblo, wbllo
tbo shaft will be pure wbllo mnrblo. On
tbo sides of tho huso will bo engraved Iho
numes of Iho dopnrtod sold tors of Montgotn*
ory county. Altogether It will be u vory
line nnd eredttublo uffulr.
A numbor of cltlr.ons have organis'd
therasolvos Into the “Clarion Borough Oil
Company.” Col. J. B. Knox Im President,
(5. J. Khea, Secretary, und Ur. James Boss,
Treasurer. Thocompany huHalrondy leased
■ouio land nonr tho mouth of tho Clarion
rlvor, and mado arrongoraents to pul down
ono well Iramudlutoly.
Philadelphia roconlly burnod up 80,000
barrolu of whiskey, Slnco thou she him not
bad a drop of rain. To bo deprived of
whiskey und water Is considered by some
a grout misfortunes; to bo deprlvod of both
Is a horror, whoso mngnltudo Is boyond
any but tho descriptive powers of a ** sen
satlonul” reporter.
A wire rope cable, /W7S foot In length, bos
boon inado at Trenton, to be used In draw
ing coal trolnsovor the mountains on tho
Lehigh and Susquehanna road, at Solo
mon"* Gup. The cable is tho largest In tho
country. Iu making wire ropo tho walk
bas boon dlsponsod with, by a now Inven
tion of Mr. Koobllng, which twists It In tho
middle.
On tho 13th Inst., ono Albert Brown, a
negro, committed n rapo on Lcnora Han
non,' wbilo, aged Id vears, In Troy twp.,
Bradford county. Tho family wore übsont,
aud tho wretch In human form took this
opportunity to accomplish his design. The
details are of tho most rovoltlng obaructor.
The negro was lodged in hill on Sunday of
last week.
£Tke Norristown Republican soys : “ The
country Is Buffering hereabout owing to tho
absence of rain. Slight showers occurred
on Saturday, but the crops oro still so much
parched that should no rain como libido of
two or three days much damage must bo
the result, not only to tho crops but from a
continued suspension of buslnoss requiring
wntor along tho Schuylkill river.”
Tho Philadelphia Ledger attributes tho
unusual hoalthfulness or that city tho pros
out season to tho abundance and cheapness
of fruits of all kinds. It says that some dajM
recently good poaches woro as low ns twen
ty to thirty cents per basket, and llvo and
six cents pur hnlf peck. Tho city has not
boon so well supplied with fruits and yego
tnblos for rnuny years. Melons sell atone
third of tho prleo of lust year.
lleaonily a young son of Isaac Boar,
of Mlddlusox township, Cumberland coun
ty, ugod rnur or llvo years, wus playing
about tho barn where tho men wore thresh
ing in attempting to step over tho tum
bling shaft of tho Hofmrutor, while tho
rnaablno was In operation, his pantaloons
wore caught, anti ho was whirled around
with auen forco— striking his bond and
body ugutnit tiio ground—that ho wus kill
ed almost Instantly.
Tho Oxford (Chostor county) Press saysi
“Jonathan Miller, on Isaac Kirk’s farm,
In West Nottingham township, brings us a
oloso clustor of ihreo tomatoes on onn stora
which aro vory lino and largo, euoh weigh
ing a pound. John V, Matuowa, of Lowor
Oxford township, has loft us ono wbloh
wolghs It measures 18} Inches
arouud ono way. nod 14 Inobos tho
other, 0. K. McDonald, Esq., of East Not
tingham. grow one which wolghs ovor two
pounds.”
Tho Philadelphia oByHOuardi,>Col. flt.
Clair Mullholland. and the Vetorau Light
Artillery or Philadelphia, Captain Brady,
areoncampod together at Camp Hapoook,
Knaus*' Hill, on the Lehigh, near Bothlo
hem. The GuaVds-flfteen companlea. oon
eolidated into eight—number about 875
men. The Artillery number thirty men,
with four six pound guns. The command
will return to Philadelphia on Saturday.
The Guards have * full drum oorpa and a
band of eighteen plecei.