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l)e Profundi. .
A l.AHKJtTATIOJ FROM THIS M.Atlt'E-HTIUCKES
HOl'TII.
Ah ! days go dark with death's eclipse !
Woo are we ! woo are wo !
And tbo nightH ate ftgen loiiKi
Vrom breaking heart, thro' pallid HpH,
Oh, my God 1 woe are we 1
' Trombleth the monrnorn' song ;
k blight is falling on the fair,
And hope i dying In despair,
And terror walketh everywhere.
All tlio hour lire full of tear,
Oh, tny God I woe are we )
Oriof kocps watch in brightest cye
Kvery hcait is strung with feira,
Woo aro we 1 woo are we !
All the light hath left the akio, ,y
AmHho living awe-struck crowds
See above them only clouds, V
And around them only shrouds.
Ah t the U-rriblo farewells !
Woe are they I woe are they !
Wbon last word sink into moans
While lifo'i trembling reaper-bells
Oh, my God ! woe aro we !
Iting the awful undertones!
Not a run in any day !
In the night-time not a ray
And tho dying pass away 1
Dark ! so dark ! above, below
Oh, my God ! woe are we !
Cowereth every human life
Wild the wsiling to and fro
Woo are we ! woe are we !
Djath is victor in the strife
In the hnt and in the hall
He is writing on the wall
Dooms for many foars for all.
Thro' the uides burns a breath.
Woe are thry ! woe are they !
Hot ith dread and deadly wrath ;
Life and love lock anus in death.
Woe are they ! woe rre all !
Victims strew ti e spectre's path ;
Hhy-yed ohildren softly creep
Where their mothers wail and weep
In the grave tbtir fathers sleep.
Slothers waft their prayers on high
Oh, my Ood ! woe are we !
With their dead ohlld on their breast,
And the altars ask the sky
O'l, my Christ 1 woe are we I
" Give the dead, oh, Father ! rest 1
Bpare thy people 1 mercy ! spare !"
Answer will not ooine to prayer
Horror moveth evtry whtre.
. An 1 the temples miss the priest
Oh my God I woe are we 1
And ihe oradle mourns the child.
Husbaud 1 ' at yc ur bridal feast
Woe are you I woo are yon 1
Think how those poor dead eves smiled (
They will never smile again
Every tie is cut in twain,
All the strength of love is vain.
Weep ? but tears are weak as foam
Woe are wo 1 woe are we I
They but break upon the shore
Winding between here and home
Woe are ye I woe are we 1
Wailing never nevermore !
Ah, the dead 1 they are so lone,
Just a grave and Just a stone,
Aid the memory of a moan.
Tray ? yes, pray ; for God is sweet
Ob, my God ! oe are we !
Tears will trickle into prayers
When we kneel dou at His feel
Woo are we ! woe are we !
With our crosses and oar cares,
lie will calm the tortured breast.
He will give the troubled rest
And the dead He watcheth best.
Mobile JinjUler.
The Condemned Sentinel.
A cold, stormy night in the mouth of
March, 1807, Marshal Lefebvre, with
27,000 French troops, had invested
Dantzie. The city was garrisoned by
17,000 Russian and Prussian soldiers,
and those, together with 20.0(H) or 80,000
armed citizens, presented nearly double
tho force that could bo brought to the
assault. So there was need of the ut
most vigilance on the part of the sen
tinels, for a desperate sortie from the
garrison, made unawares, might prove
calamitous.
At midnight, Jerome Dubois was
placed upon one of the most important
posts in the advance line of pickets, it
being upon a narrow strip of land raised
above the marshy flat, called the penin
sula of Nehruug. For more than an
hour, he paced his lonesome beat with
out hearing more than the moaning of
the wind and the driving of the rain.
At length, however, another sound broke
upon his ear. lie stopped and listened,
and presently he called :
'Who's there?" -
The only answer was a moaning sound.
lie called again, and this time he
heard something like the cry of a child,
and pretty soon an object came toward
him out of the darkness. With a quick,
emphatic movement, he brought his
musket to the charge, and ordered the
iutruder to halt.
" Mercy !" exclaimed a childish voice;
M don't shoot me ! 1 am Natalie I Don't
you kuow me ?"
"Heaven!" cried Jerome, elevating
the muzzle of his piece. "Is it you,
dear child?"
" Yes; und you are good Jerome. Oh,
vou will come help mamma. Come, she
is dying I"
It was certainly Natalia, a little girl
only eight years old, daughter of Lisette
VaiUaut. Lisette was lhe wife of Pierre
Vaillaut, a sergeant ia Jerome's own
regiment, and was with the army in
capacity of nurse,
"Why, bow is this, my child ?" said
Jerometaking the little one by the Rrm.
What is it about your mother?"
" Oh, good Jerome, you can hear her
now. Ilark I"
The sentinel bent his ear, but could
hear only the wind and the rain.
" Mamma is in the dreadful mud," said
the chill, " and is dying. She is not far
away. Oh, I can hear hear her crying.''
By degrees, Jerome gathered from
Natalie that her father had taken her
out with him in the morning, auU that
in . the evening, when the stornr came
on, her mother came after her. The
sergeant had offered to send man back
to the camp with his wife; but she pre
ferred to return alone, feeling sure that
she would meet with no trouble. The
way, however, had become dark and
nnoori'.in, and Bhe had lost the path,
and waynlered off to the edge of the
morass, where she had sunk into the soft
mud.
" Oh. good Jerome," cried the little
rmn. seizin tha man's hand ."can't von
hear her ? She will die if you do noi
' ... . - - Maw
come and help her I
At that moment, the sentinel fanoied
he heard the wail of the unfortunate
woman. What, should he do ? Lisette
the good, the beautiful, the tender
hearted Lisette was in mortal danger,
and it was in his power to save her. It
was not in his heart to withstand the
pleadings of the child. He could go
and rescue the nurse, and return to his
Cost without detection. At all events,
e could not refuse the childish pleader.
" Give me your hand, Natalie. I'll
go with yon."
With a cry of joy, the child sprung to
the soldier's side, and, when she had
secured his hand, she hurried him along
toward the place where Bhe had left her
mother. It Beemed a long JJstance to
Jerome, and once he stoppedfls though
he would turn back. lie did not fear
death, but he feared dishonor.
" Hark !" utter 1 the child.
The soldier listened, and plainly heard
the voice of the suffering Woman calling
for help. He hesitated no longer. On
he hastened through the storm, and
found Lisette sunk to her armpits in the
toft morass. Fortunately, a tuft of
long grass had been within her reach, by
which means she held her head above
the fatal mud. It was no easy matter
to e xtricate her from the miry pit, as
die workman had to be very caret al that
he himself did not lose his footing. At
length, however, she was drawn forth,
and Jerome led-her toward his post.
"Who comes there?" cried a voice
from the gloom.
" Heaven I" gasped Jerome, stopping
wd trembling from head to foot.
"Who comes there?" repeated the
voice.
Jerome heard the click of a musket
lock, and he knew that another sentinel
had been stationed at the post he had
left The relief had come while he had
been absent 1
"Friends with the countersign !" he
answered, to the last call of the new
sentinel.
He was ordered to advance, and when
he had given the countersign, he found
himself in the presence of the officer of
the guard. In a few hurried words ho
told his story, and had the officer been
alone, he might have allowed the matter
to rest where it was; but there were
others present, and when ordered to give
up hiB musket, he obeyed without a
murmur, and Bilently accompanied the
officer to the camp, where he waa put in
irons.
On the following morning, Jerome
Dubois was brought before a court-martial
under charge of having deserted his
post. He confessed that he was guilty,
and then permission was granted him to
tell his own story.
This he did in few words; but the
court could do nothing but pass sentence
of death; yet the members thereof all
signed a petition praying that Jerome
Dubois might be pardoned; ana uus
petition was sent to the general of the
brigade, aud through him to the general
of the division, by whom it was indorsed,
aud sent up to the marshal.
Lefebvre was kind ana generous to nis
soldiers almost to a fault, but he could
not overlook so grave au error as that
which had been committed by imooip.
The orders given to the sentinel had
very Bimple, and foremost of very neces
sity was the order forbidden him to leave
his oost until properly relieved.
To a certain extent, the safety of the
whole army rested upon the shoulde.sof
each individual sentinel, and especially
upon those who at night were posted
nearest the lines of the enemy.
" I am sorry," said the gray-haired old
warrior, as he folded up the petition ana
handed it back to the officer who bad
presented it. " I am sure that man
meant no wroncr. and yet a great wrong
was done. He knew what he was doing
be ran the risk he was detected he
has been tried and eondemned. He
must Buffer 1 "
They asked Lefebvre if he would Bee
the condemned.
Vn Tin t.h a marHhftl crifiil. Ollick
ly. " Shoufd I see him, and listen to
one-half his story. I might pardon him,
and that must not be done. Let him
die. that thousands may be saved,
The time fixed for the execution of
Dubois waa the morning Biiooeeding the
dav of his trial. The result of the in
terview was Marshal Lefebvre was made
known to him. and he was not at all dis
appointed. He blamed no one, and was
only sorry that he had not died on the
battlefield.
"I have tried to be a good soldier,"
he said, to his captain. "I feel that I
have done no crime that should leave a
stain upon my name."
The captain took his hand, and assur
ed him that his name should be held in
respect.
Toward evening, Tierre Vaillaut, with
his wife ane child, were admitted to see
the prisoner. This was a visit which
Jerome would gladly have dispensed
with, as 'bis feelings were -already
wrought up to a pitch that almost un
manned him ; but he braced himself for
the interview, and would have stood it
like a hero had not little Natalie, in the
eagerness of her love and gratitude,
thrown herself upon his bosom and
offered to die in his stead. This tipped
the briming cup, and his tears flowed
freely.
Pierre and Lisette knew not what to
say. They wept and they prayed, and
they would have willingly died for the
noble fellow who had been thus con
demned. Later in the evening came a compan
ion who, if he lived, would at some
time return to Jerome's boyhood's home.
First the condemned thought of his
widowed mother, and he sent her a
message of love and devotion. Then
thought ol a brother and sister.
he
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bright-eyed maid whose vine-clad cot
stood upon the banks of the Seine one
whom he had loved with a love such as
only great hearts can feel.
" Oh, my dear friend I" he cried, bow
ing his head upon his clasped hands,
" you need not tell them a falsehood ;
but if tho thing is possible, let them be
lieve I fell in battle !"
His companion promised that he
would do all he could ; and, if the truth
could not be kept back, it should be so
truthfully told that the name of Jerome
Dubois should not bear dishonor in the
minds of those who had loved him in
other days.
Morning came, dull and gloomy, with
driving sleet and snow ; and, at an early
hour, Jerome Dubois was led forth to
meet his fate. The place of execution
had been fixed upon a low, barren spot
toward the sea : and thither his division
was being marched to witness tho fear
ful punishment. They had gained not
more than half the distance when the
sound of some strange commotion broke
upon the wintry air, and very shortly ap
aide-de-camp came dashing to the side
of the general of the brigade, with the
cry :
"A sortie! . A sortie! The enemy
are out in foroe. Let this thing be stay
ed. The marshal directs that you face
about and advance upon the peninsula 1"
In an instant all was changed in that
division ; and the brigadier general, who
had temporary command, thundered
forth his orders for his counter-march.
The gloom was dissipated; and with glad
hearts the soldiers turned from the
thoughts of the execution of a brave
comrade to thoughts of meeting the
enemy.
Wbat Bhall we do with the prisoner ?"
asked the sergeant who had charge of
the guard.
Lead him back to the camp, re
plied the captain.
The direction was very simple, but
tho execution thereof Avas not to be so
easy, lor scarcely had tho words escaped
the captain s lips when a squadron of
Prussian cavalry came dashing direct
ly toward them. The division was quick
ly formed in four hollow squares, while
the guard that held charge of the prisoner
found themselve obliged to flee.
"In heaven's name, cried Jerome,
cut my bonds, aud let me die like a
soldier!"
The sergeant quickly cut the cord that
bound his elbows behind him, and then
dashe4 toward the point where his own
company was stationed. 1 be rattle of
musketry had commenced, and the Prus
sians were vainly endeavoring to break
the squares of French troopB. Jerome
Dubois looked about him for some wea
pon with which to arm himself, and
presently he saw a Prussian officer not
far off reeling in his saddle as though he
hod been wounded. With a quick bound
he reached the Bpo, pulled the dying
officer from his Beat, and leaped into tho
empty saddle.
Dubois wrs fully resolved that he
would sell his life on that day sell it
in behalf of France and sell it as dearly
as possible. But he was not needed
where he was. He knew that the Prus
sians could not break those hollow
squares ; so he rode away thinking to
join the French cavalry, with whom he
would rush into the deepest danger,
Supposing that the heaviest fighting
must be upon the Nehrung, he rode his
horse in that direction, and when he
reached it he found that he had not
been mistaken. Upon a slight eminence
toward Hagelsberg the enemy had
planted a battery of heavy guns, sup
ported by two regiments of infantry ;
and already with shot and shell immense
damage had been done.
Marshal Lefebvre rode up shortly
after this battery had opened, and quick
ly made up his mind that it mnst be
taken at all hazards.
Take that battery," he said to a
colonel of the calvary, " and tho battle
is ours."
Dubois heard the order, and baw the
necessity. Here was danger enough,
surely ; and, determined to bo the first
at the fatal battery, he kept as near to
the leader as he dared. Half the dis
tance he had gained, when from the hill
came a storm of iron that plowed into
the ranks of tho French. Tho colonel
fell, his body literally torn in pieces by
a shell that exploded against his bosom.
The point upon the peninsula now
reoched by the assaulting column was
not more than one hundred yards wide;
and it waa literally a path of death, as
the fire of twelve heavy guns was turned
upon it.
The colonel had fallen, aud very kdou
three other orfli'tJis went dowu, leaving
the advance without a commissioned
leader. The way was becoming blocked
up with dead men and dead horses, and
the head of the column stopped and
wavered.
Marshal Lefebvre, from his elevated
place, saw this, and his heart throbbed
painfully. If that column were routed,
and the Russian infantry charged over
tho peninsur, tho result might be ca
lamitous. But see I A man in the uniform of
a French private, mounted upon a pow
erful horse, caparisoned in the trap-
Eings of a Prussian staff officer, with his
ead bare, and a bright saber swinging
in his hand rushes to the front, and
urges th column forward. His words
are fiery aud his look is dauntless.
"For France and Lefebvre!" the
strange horseman cries, waving his
sword aloft, and pointing toward the
tattcry. " The marshal will weep if
we lose this day '
The brave troopers thus led by one
who fenredtjot to dash forward where
the shot fell thickest, gave an answer
ing shout, and pressed on, caring little
for the rain of death so long as they had
a living leader to follow. Hoping that
he might take the battery, and yet
courting death, Jerome Dnbois spurred
on, and finally the troop came upon tho
battery with irresistible force.
It was not in the power of the can
noneers to withstand the shock, and the
Russian infantry that came to their sup
port were swept away like chaff. The
battery was quickly captured, and when
the guns had been turned upon those
who had shortly before been their mas
ters, the fortune of the day was decided.
The Russians and the Prussians
horse, foot and dragoons such as were
not taken prisoners, made the best
of their way back into Dantzio, having
lost much more than they had gained.
Jerome Dubois returned to tho guard
house, and gave himself up to the officer
in charge. First a surgeon was called
to dress several slight wounds which he
had received. Next, his colonel was
called to see what should be done with
him. Tho colonel applied tothe gen
eral of brigade, and the general of lri
gade ipplied to the general of division,
and the general of divisiou applied to
Marshal Lcfebyre. -
" What shall we do with Jerome
Dubois?"
" Ood bless him !". cried the veteran
general, who had heard the whole story.
" I'll pardon him to day, and to-morrow
I'll promote him if"
Aud Jerome Dubois, iu time, went
himself to see the loved ones in France,
aid when he went he wore, the uniform
of a ca j i tain.
Detroit Free Press Cnrrenry. "
It takes 12,000,000 clocks to tick off
the hours for this country.
The man who makes up his mind to
eat. grapes and not swallow the seedp.
has passed the first mile-post on tbe
road to ruin.
" No tonic like this bracing air," says
an exchange. Yes, aud you get it for
nothing, which isn't the case with btom
ach bitters.
The Philalelphia Chronicle laments
the fact thahere is only one brass as
sociation inthe United States. Isn't
that large enough to give your cheeks
room ?
Begiu a bridge on a road fifty miles
from anywhere, leave au opening un
guarded, and some one is certain to
come along and break a leg and sue the
county.
' Who'll be the last man on earth ?" is
the sudden inquiry by a Boston paper.
Well, if no one else will accept if our
country calls if but you probaby see
the drift.
When Edisofa brings that new electric
light into use the fellow who goes to a
party with a patch on the knee of his
pants must come out of that dark comer
and be exposed,
" A Brave Heart is Waiting," is the
title of a new song. We twig : waiting
for tho old lady to come dowu and open
the hall door. He'll catch it, though,
bravo or no brave.
These defalcations bring out the tri
fling natures of men. Somo of the de
faulters will wait to grasp for ten cents
more after packing away a clear hundred
thousand dollars.
A Forgotten Paragraph.
Yesterday afternoon a boy about
twelve years of age called at the post
office and dobired to secure a let ter which
his mother had posted an hour before.
lie described the envelope and direc
tion, but it had already been seut away
in the bag. The lad seemed bo anxious
about the missive that the clerk finally
asked him if it was a matter of life or
death.
"That's exactly what it is," replied
the boy as he turned a shade paler ;
" you Bee, ma writ to her Bister and for
got to put down : P. S. We aro all
well ; and so my aunt won't know but
what half the family are dead and the
other half dying !"
"I can write that on a postal and
send it along after the letter," suggested
the olerk.
" I guess you'd better," replied tho
boy as he tendered a penny, "'cause
as long as we ain't dead there's no use
iu worrying my aunt about it. Write
just like ma does, if you can, and don't
get it S. P. instead of P. S." Free.
ite.
It ia our duty to confer all the happi
ness we cau on those about us. Where
fore, it is incumbent upon every father to
- 1. .i ii
give ms uoy a inree-uouar pair oi uoois,
a twenty-cent knife and a fifty-cent
circiiB ticket.
Wrestling with (Jlant Powder.
The accidents that occur from tho use
of giant powder, writes a Downieville
miner to the Mountain Messcrtyer, com
pared with those arising from the use
of black powder, are in number alto
gether most favorable to the former.
Men that have used tho black powder a
lifetime, and the giant since it first came
into use? are most frequently the ones
that are injured or killed. They have
become too familiar, and consequently
more careless in handling. Either it is
a question of doubt whether an accident
ever occurs from using powder in mines
at all ; if all the disasters we hear or
read of could be traced up, nearly all
would be found to be carelessness or
pure absence of mind of the persons
using them ; and those that have used
them longest may be the next victims.
Miners know that the giant caps are
more dangerous than tho powder itself.
I will mention three cases, one my own.
We often read or hear how people lose
their fingers or their lives by investigat
ing the fulminate in giant caps with a
pin, a nail, a knife, or even carrying
them loose in their pockets, the mercury
getting warm and exploding with a light
concussion, and portions of the copper
entering the vital parts and causing
death. The appearance of a miner on
our streets recently, minus two fingers
and a thumb, through the explosion of a
cap he was cleaning the sawdust from
with a woodon splinter, shows that great
care is needed in handling them. Tom
Callison & Co., at Alabama Hill, about
four years ago, were thawing out eight
cartridgesunder the stove one cold morn
ing before daylight, previous to going
to work. The paper wrappers aro well
saturated with glycerine and easily take
fire. A cinder or spark came iu contact
with one of the wrappers, and instantly
each cartridge was shooting and hissing
out a blaze that seemed of the infernal
regions ; they did not explode, but Tom
did. He shot out of the window and
took the sash with him ; cut his feet
with the glass, and landed on the cold,
beautiful snow. He was lame for three
weeks. The cabin was in a blaze, but
that they soon extinguished. I came
within an inch of my life within the
last fortnight. I had drilled a twenty
inch hole in the bed-rock, about 150
feet from the mouth of the tunnel. The
tunnel is very crooked. I fixed my giant
cap on the fuse, and about eight inches
of giant cartridge. With the cap and
fuse in one hand, and tamping and
tamping-stick iu the other, and, con
trary to my previons cautiousness, I
carried the candlestick, with lighted
caudle, in the same hand with tbe
powder. Tho candle had burned low
and I hurried on to light another.
Walking quickly threw back the blaze
of the candle and ignited tho powder.
T heard a hissing uoiso, lJut we had
broken through into the old gronnd,
and I fancied it might be the wind. I
turned my head to reach for a new cau
dle, my other one at that instant had
gone out. I saw then, with horror, my
giant cartridge was on fire, and I iu
total darkness, but by great ooA luck
the cartridge projected one inch farther
forward than the cap beside. I turned
it up, and looked right into it. They,
the cartridges, are about an inch in di
ameter, but that one looked at least a
foot. I would not swear, but it seemed
like three feet, with au intense red
glowing heat in the bottom. I started
to run in the darkness, and held on
for an instant to the iufernal thing.
Quick as thought I threw it back from
me as far as I could, expecting the
shook would make it explode ; bnt it
did not. I heard it hissing in the dark
for some time, until I suppose it burned
out. I emerged from that tunnel in hot
haste, a frightened, but, I hope, a wiser
man. There ore numbers of narrow es
capes we never bear of, but tho fatal
ones shock the whole community.
Words of WNdom.
Virtue requires no other recompense
than the tribute of self-approbation and
respect.
The couscieuce has to do, not with fit
ness or expediency or advantage, but
with right and wrong.
He that doth a base thing iu zral for
his friend burns tho golden thread that
ties their hearts together.
The reputation of a mau is like his
shadow gigantic when it precedes him,
and pigmy iu its proportions when it
follows 111 111.
The greatest thoughts are wrcnged if
not liuked with beauty, aud they win
their way ruont surely when arrayed in
their fit attire.
Whoso will feel the tendered partici
pation iu joy, let him not look at happy
ohildren, but at the parents who rejoice
to see them happy.
Only they who carry sincerity to the
highest point, in whom there remains
not a single hair's breadth of hypocrisy,
can see the hidden springs of things.
Besides tho pleasure derived from ao-!
quired knowledge, there lurks in the
mind of man, aud tinged with a shade of
sadness, au unsatisfactory longing for
something beyond the present, a striving
toward regions yet uukuowu aud un
opeued. The eye is coutiuually influenced by
what it cannot detect; nay, it is not go
ing too far to say that it is most influ
enced by what it detects least. Let the
painter define, if he cau, the variations
of lines ou which depends the changes
of eiprewuoii in the human countenance.
Fame ia a revenue payable only to onr
ghosts; aud to deny ourselves all r rt sent
satisfaction, or to expose ourselves to so
much hazard for this, were us great mad
ness as to starve onvselves or tight
desperately for food to be laid on our
tombs after our dentil.
Items of Interest
A tiny thing A fork.
Green and black tea aro produced
from the same plant.
The locust makes a noise by fiddling
on its wiDgs with its legs.
Iu Europe there are only forty trees
that attain a height of thirty feet.
If your foot is asleep, wake it up
quickly, for the poet tells us that the solo
is dead slumbers.
A party of boys, who were caught iu
the act of stringing up a canine on a
ru Jely constructed scaffold, ar e Baid to
have a hang-dog look.
A " bark in distress," may mean a ves
sel iu trouble, or it may mean a dog with
a caudal tin-pan attachment. Ship
news reporters should be more particu
lar. " This is Neptune," said the professor,
placing his finger on the outside ball of
the system, " and we are now two thou
sand, seven hundred and fifty millions
of miles from the sun." Rheumatic
student on the back Beat involuntarily
turns up his collar, and shivers percepti
bly. What was it that Thaddens of War
saw ? What kind of grub was it that
Henry VIII? What did Darwin?
Whom did Gladstone ? What did Count
Schouvaioff? Now, what did Hamlet?
What did William Tell ? When did
Bonaparte ? Why did Marshel Ney ?
Why did Theodore Hook ? Upon what
did. Archbishop Trench and what did
Captain Cook ? What did William Penn ?
What did Bismarck ? What did Leigh
Hunt?
" Gooil-hye, sweetheart," was his last
words to the beautiful girl who hung
over the front gate and pouted her sweet
red lips to be kissed ; and then as he
walked down the street he eolioquized :
" If I had all the money I have squan
dered on oysters and ice-cream and
buggy rides for that girl, I could buy
me an overcoat now," and " whew !" he
Baid, as the wind whistled around the
corner, "I'm a-going to need it pretty
Boon too."
Two English sailors bought a Him
alayan bear and brought it home on
shipboard to London, muzzled with
leather thongs and bound by a stout
chain. As they were leading the animal
along the streets to Jamrach's famous .
repository it got excited, tore its muzzle
to shreds, attacked its captors, who fled
ior ueur ine ; ciikbku a woman, uisem-
! wi ii 1 1 iil a AalwIti.aA an1 wal oatiTiir
mieguided dog that had attacked itwheu
it was killed. As they only got ten
shillings for the skin, the sailors lost by
tho operation.
A fOEil OF .CHAPS.
1. Why all this toil for triumphs of an hour 1
i, Lite's a short lummer man a flower ;
8. My turns we catch the vital breath and (lit
i. The rradlv and the tomb, alas ! so nigh.
5. To be ts letter far than not to lie,
6. TIioukU all iuuu'm life may teem a tragedy ;
7. But liuht rares e.ik when mighty gitelaare
dumb,
8. The bottom Is but shallow whence they oome.
!. Your fate id but the common lute of all;
10. 1 Biuiuuled Joys here to no mau befall.
11. Nature to each allots his jiroiK-r sphere
1J. Fortune makes folly her peculiar care.
13. Cnstoin does often reason overrule,
II. Aud throw a cruel sunsiuue ou a fool.
15. Live well, haw long or short, ptrinlt to heaven
16. They who forgive most shall bo moBt forgiven.
17. Sin insy be clasped so close we cannot see lUi
face
8. Vile iuterconrie where virtue has not place;
19. Then keep your passions down, however dear,
Uh Thou pendulum betwixt a aniile aud tear. a
-21. Her sensual snares let taithlesa l'leasure lay
it. With crntt and skill, to ruin aud betray.
23. Hoar not too high to fall, but stoop to nse,
21. We masters grow of all we despise.
'.",. (ih, then, lenounce that impious self-esteem ;
'X. liwhcs huve wings, and grandeur la a a ream.
21. Think not ambition wise because 'Ha brave,
II. The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
29. What la ambition 7 lis a glorious cheat,
3d. Only destructive to the brave and great.
HI. Whnl a all tbe gaudy glitter of a irowu 7
31. The way to blins lies not ou beds of dowu.
33. How long we live, not years but actions tell ;
34. 1'liat mau Uvea twice who lives the first Hie
well.
3J. Make, thtn, while jet ye-may4your Oodr our
friend ;
III. Whom Christiana worship, yet not compi-et.,.
37. The trust that's given, guard, aud to your,,.
be Just ;
34. For, lite how we van, yet die He must.
I, Touug ; 'J, Dr. Johnson ; 3, Tope ; , Pn.rv .
5, Hewell ; tl. Spencer ; 7, lauiel ; H. Kir Waif -1
llaleigh ; 9, Longfellow ; Hi, Southwell ; 11. t!r -greve
; 1'.'. Churchill; 13, Kocheater ; H. Ane
strong; 15, Milton ; It llailey ; 17, Trench ; 1
HomerviMe ; 111, Thomson; Sil, li run ; Ml, Bil
let!; V2, Crabbe ; S3, Massiiuter ; U4, Crowley ; '.
Iloiittie ; 111, Cowper J 'J7, Sir Walter Daveuam
an, may; .'O.Willis; 30, Addison; 81. Dryd. :
3J, Francis l.iilarles : I ,-t, WatUins ; 34, Herri, k
3.'., Wlliiam Mason ; 36, Hill ; 37, Dana ; 3!l, Hhiti.
apeare.
Knew His Drill.
After the peace of 181", the duke of
Wellington took into his Loudou house
hold several of the veterans of hispeni
sular army, whose habits, being more i t
accordance with the battle-fields of BpaL.
than the saloons of Apsley house, were
source of unfailing amusement to II..
great general's fashionable visitors. O
battered old fellow with one eye, wi.
had figured conspicuously at Ortnes and
Toulouse, was installed in the garden
ing department, the duke answering alt
doubts of his fitness by saying, decisive,
ly: " Well, bo's dug trenches in every
vineyard ol tne soutn oi ranee; j buouki
hope he ought to know something v!
gardening after that."
Another veteran, who had been woun '
ed at Waterloo, was under discussion t
evening ut dinner between the duke s
Lord Anglesea, when the subject of t
discourse entered with tbe measur
step of the parade-ground, carrying
huge pie. "Now," said Auglosea, "I
us try if the old boy remembers his fa
ings;" and turning suddenly round 1
oried sharply: "Attention!'' Tho
soldier instinctively dropped his ban, .
and the plute likewise, whieh d
ploded like a bouib.-duill over the i;
carpet in a shower of Bteaming gravy
The poor fellow's look of dismay at t!
catastrophe drew a smile from the i
duke himself; but the jester hastei;
console his victim with tlie
that uo f'.tiglish 8i.1ier could be ! '
lor knowing his drill.