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I have sworu upon tho Altar of God, eternal hotlllty to every form of Tyranny over tuo Mlml of Man." Thomas Jefferson.
PIUNTED AND PUBLISHED BY II. WEBB.
Volume 5 V.
B1LOOMSBUIRG, COMMBIA COOTTY, PA. SATOKBAY, DECEMBER 11, 184.
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POETRY.
TBIB3 BAIAOT.
BY J. K. DOW.
)read sovereign, thou! the chainlesa will
Thy eourco the nation's mighty heart
H'lio ballot hox tby cradle still
Thou speak'st, and sixteen millions start
Thy subjects, sons of noblo sires,
Descendants of a patriot band
Thy lights a million's household firoe
Thy daily walk my native land.
.nd shall the safeguard of the freo,
By valor won on gory plains,
Become a solemn mockery
While freemen breathe and virtue icigns!
Shall liberty bo bought and sold
By guilty creatures cloihcd with power
honor but a nama for cold,
And MiNcirLU a withkrrd i-lower t
no parnciuo o accnraa'i siuui
Has pierced thy sacred sovereignty,
A rwl nil twlrt thtntr nnA nil ,vlii fan.
Mu"t ct, or never maru bo free.
o party cn.uns nuuiua us nerc.
No mighty names shall turn tho blow :
i iikii. wiiuiiiitfLi iiiivtitiii' iilv. mmiju.ii.
And lay the base apostates low.
The wretch, with hands by murder red,
May hope for mercy at the last;
And its who deals a nation'a bread,
May have oblivion's statute passe.
But ho who steals a sacred right,
And brings his native land to scorn,
Shall die a traitor in her sight,
With none to pity or to mourn,
hrom tho Metropolitan Magazine.
Tim CRUSADER'S SOW.
TO THE HEBREW MAIDEN.
BY IIK3 CRAWFORD.
Hebrew maid, veil thy beauty,
Lsst my heart a rebel prove,'
Breaking bands of holy ditty,
For the silken ohains of love,
Look not on me sweet deceiver,
Though thy young eyB beam with light
Thoy might tempt a true believer
To the darken shades of night.
Hebrew maiden, while I lincer,
Hanging o'er thy molting luto,"
Every chord beneath thy finger
Wakes a chord that should bo mute,
Wo must part and part forover,
Eyes that could my lifo renew !
Lips that mine could cling to aver 1
Hebrew maiden, no adiutt !
THE HEBREW MAIDEN'S ANSWErf.
Uhiistian soldior, must we sever!
Does thy creed our fates divide t
Must we part, aud part furavar ?
fckall another be thy bride ?
"pints of my fatter slaeiiuijr,-
Ye, who once in Zi.n trod,
Tell me of the Christujn's God !
I the Cross of Christ the token,
V Of a saving faith to ttmn ?
fn my eatly vows bo broken ?
Spttits answer wu ! Thty dan : .
Mercy merey sbono about him
Ail the blessed with him trod,
V'e nan ne'er be savad without him,
Chrihtun, 1 bel'uve thy- God.
From tho Brother Jonathan.
THE FIVE FRANC PIECE.
It was past midnight, and the bride had
long been in her bridal chamber, when the
young bridegroom escaped from his friends
and found his way to a private staircaso
whero a confidential maid awaited his com-
ug, on a landing piano near the door that
was to open for him above. 1 Go in,' said
Anna, in a low whisper, ' my lady is wait
ing for you.' The husband of an hour tap
ped at tho door, opened it, and threw li un
ci fat tho feet of a young and beautiful wo
man, isite was scaled near the tiro, in iuc
aleeant undress of a rich widow, to whom
a second marziags had given riso to new
hopes and fears. ' 1 beg you will rise,' said
she, giving him her hand. 1 No, no, my
dear madam,' said the young manjgrasping
her extended hand in his and carrying it to
his lips. ' No, let mo remain at your feet,
and do not, do not withdraw this little hand,
for I foar you will vanish and leave mo; I
fear it is all n dream; it appears to mo I am
the hero of a fairy tale such as I remember
in my childhood, and that at the moment of
possessing all in this world I wish, tha de
ceitful fairy wil fly away with my happi
ncss to laugn witn tier companions at my
regret and despair' Banish your fcar.my
deer Frederick; yesterday I was the ividow
of Lard Melvil, to-day, I am Madame de la
Pour, your wife, dismiss from your imagi
nation this fairy image of your childhood
for there is no fairy talo to relato, but a truo
story.'
Frederick de la Tour had every reason to
believo that a supernatural boing had taken
his fortunes into keeping; for, during the
last month, cither by accident, chance or
destiny, an inexplicable alienees had ma'de
him rich and happy beyond his most ean
gutno wishes, tie was young, not nicra
than twenty-five, alone in the world, and
living with the most self-denying and rigid
economy, when one day as he ws walking
in the streot of Saint Honore, a splendid
equipagowzs suddenly drawn up opposite,
to him, an elegant woman leaning out of tho
coach window and seemingly much ogitatcd
called out to him, ' Mr. Mr.' Ho stopped
The footman descended from his station, let
down the steps, and with his plumed hat in
hand respectfully invitod the astonished
Frederick to entor tho carriage, Ho did
so, .and thus, is if by magio, found himsolf
seated nest to a woman both you it? and
beautiful, and dressed with great olegance
and richness. He had hardly time to look
around, before the horses were again at full
speed. ' My dear sir,' (said the lady who
was thus running away with htm, and in
the sweetest lone imaginable,) ' 1 have re
ceived your refusal. I hope I shall see you
affain at my little soiree to-morrow even
ing.' Me! Madam,' said Frederick
ics, sir, you Uh I beg a thousand par
dons. I hope yon will forgivo the mistake
I have made,' said tho lady, with an np
pearanco of surprise, 1 but you resemble so
perfectly one of my intimate friends, that T
mistook yon for him. Oh, excuse me, sir;
what must you think of me? but the likeness
is 60 striking it would have deceived any
tie.' Before thic explanation was nt end,
the equipage entered tho court yard of a
splendid mansion,and Frederick da la Tour
could do no less than band Lady Melvil
from her carriage.
Now Lady Melvil, as we havo said be
fore, was handsome and not one of those
disagreeable red cheeked, heavy stepping
immense English women, who when they
smile, oper their pale lips affectedly and
show you thirty-two frightful big teeth.
No, sho was a French woman, anil hqr
beautiful black hair contrasted well with
her brilliant, complexion, aid her coral lips
permitted un occasional glimpse of the
whitest teeth in tho world. Frederick de
la Tour, dazzled as he might well be, by so
many charms, had no difficulty in believing
that Lady Melvil had mistaken him for
soma less happy mortal, and ho thanked his
stars for itj as-it enabled Jiira to know my
lady, whose obliging and very flattering in
vitations ho eagerly accepted, and, strange
to tell, soon bocamo not only a marked fa
vorite), but among the moot constant and
welcome guests at her table. The rich wi
dow was surrounded by suiters who were
dismissed ono by ono,and it was so brought
about that before tho end of a fortnight tho
young clerk had an interview by her lady
snip a own appointment. Marriage was
proposod by her and of course accepted
by Aim, in a delirium of love and astonish
ment.
Frederick de la Tour stood before tho
small glass in his modestly furnished attic
and looked at himself from head to foot.
Ho won uot certainly an ugly man, hut he
could not consider himself handsome; his
dress was such as became- a clerk with a sa
lary of as many dollars only as there are
days in the year, and ho could not there
fore attribute his good fortune to his tailor,
Ho concluded ho must bo lovod for himsolf
alone, or else that lady Melvil was under
somo strango and unnatural delusion. When
the marriage day arrived, and when tho fu
ture husband was in presence of the notary,
his astonishment was rc-doubled. He would
bo worth millions. Ho would have (oaid
the marringo contraot) a ennntry seat in
Bargunda, a domain in Normandy, a houso
in the street of Saint Honoro in Paris, and
"arious othor goods and chatties of which,
until that day, he had never heard a sylla
bio. Lady Melvil had riches across the
channel also, mines in alos, and grazing
lauds in Devonshire.1 It was to the young
man a golden dream from which he dreaded
to awake. Tho mayor had sanctioned and
tho priett had solemnly blessed tho tinieu,
yet with religion and tho laws to aid his
reason the feeling that it was but a splendid
dream, would not leave him oven at the feet
of his lawful wife in tho bridal ohainbcr.
ha preened. her lis ml t-lii lipr, Jteiigraspj'
convulsively the embroidered night uress, in
his fear that all would vanish.
' Rise, ray dear Frederick,' again said his
wife, 'draw thnt easy chair closo to mine,
and let me talk to yon.' Tho young man
did bo, but without releasing the hand of his
wife, and Madame do lu Tour began thus:
' T hero was once upon a timo
' Good heavens,' cried Frederick, I am
not wrong then, it is! it is! a fairy tal
Listen, my dear sir there lived once
young gitl whose family had been rich, but
when their daughter was but fifteen, they
had no other means of support than tiie daily
labor of her father. They lived at Lyons,
and I krow not what hope of bettering
their condition made them removo to Paris
Nothing is so difficult as retrieving our fall
on lortunes, anu again tilling tlie placo m
society; and moving in the circle that wc
have been obliged to give up. The fa&e
of this poor girl experienced it, for after
struggling four long years with poverty and
neglect, he died in a hospital. Her mother's
death soon folllowed, and tho young girl
remained alono in a cheerless garret a long
arrear ol reut unpaid, with the chillling pre
scuce of the two miserable untenanted beds,
to increase her sense of grief and desolation
If there was to be a fairy in my story she
should, without doubt, at this moment ap
pear; but theio was not a chadow of ono.
Tho young girl was unknown in Paris,
without money, with no frionds or protec
tor, to sustain and cherish her, and sho as
ked in vain from straugers that employment
which makes the riches of tho poor; guilty
pleasure, it is true extended its arras to al
luro her, but there are minds. so formed a9
instinctively to lore virtuo, and to detest
vice, and her's was happily of this stamp
hut she must eat, and the hunger of tho day
was increased by a sleepless night, bringing
a second day without food. You, Freder
ick.have just left a table groaning under the
weighf of luxuries, whore the rich vinos
have mantled in the glass, acid, although
you were made rich but yesterday, yet you
havo no conception of the deep misery of
which I speak, and you may well bo aston
ished that in the midst of the magnificence
which surrounds us, anil seated di we are
in ihesa ample chairs, embroidered with
silk and gold, that I can conjure up such a
scene but listen still.
Hunger onmpcllod this poor girl to beg;
she shrouded her head in a veil, onco her
mother's and her only inheritance;she bent
her body to appear infirm and wont down
from her garret into tho street. There she
extended her suppliant hand, alasl tho hand
was white and delicately furmed, and there
would bo danger in showing it, but sho
bound tho coarso veil around it as if it were
too hideous to be oeun. She took her sta
tion near tho entranco of the court vard far
distant from tho light of any lamps, and
when there passed a youug and happy girl
(alas! far happior than hcrsclf,)sho hold out
her hand and asked but a sou ooo sou to
buy a little bread; but at evening in Paris,
young girls are thinking of other things than
giving away sous, ii sue saw an olu man
approach, eho vonturod to imploro his aid
but old ago is often hard hearted and miser
ly, and tho old man would turn his head
from her and pass on. The evening had
been cold and iainy, it was growing late
and the various night watchman wero going
their rounds, when tho young girl, fainting
with hunger and disappointment, held out
onco moro hor hand it was to a young man
who stopped, drew from his pocket a piece
of money, which he dropped into her hand
as if he feared to touch so much misery,
A policeman, who no boubt had boon watch
ing the poor girl, suddenly appeared, and
seizing hor rudely by tho arm, 'Ah! I hove
caught you,' said ho, 'you are beggiug in
the street, to the watehhouso my old lady
Tho young man immediately interfered
taking her part with the groatest warmth
ho drew to his sido tho arm of the beggar,
whom ho had just feared to touch with his
gloved hand, at thecamo time saying to the
policeman, 'this woman is not a bcggar;it
a mjistakc, I aax acquainted with her. 'B
eat'Wafteelor'ier-of-Uie law logatnsi
street begging, 'Itell you,' S3id tho young
man sternly 'I know her and shall protec
her.' 'My good woman,' said ho, whisper
ing in tho oar of the young girl, whom he
supposed to bo an old woman, 'tako this
five franc piece, and lot me load you to the
next street.that you may fly from the fellow
who is watching you.' Tha five frauo
piece slipped from your hand into mine and
as wo passed under a lamp which until then
I had taken care to avoid, I saw your
tacl.'
My face,' exclaimed Froderick.
' Yes, my dear Frederick, your face; it
was you who thus preserved my honor and
my life; you gave five francs in charily to
Lady Melvil, to your futuro wife.' ' You,'
said Frederick, 'young, beautiful and rich;
you a beggar !' ' Yes,' said Madamo do
la Tjtnir, ' onco I was indebted to charity,
onco ouly and it was to you. The morn
ing after this day of misery, which I now
regard as tho most fortunate of ray lifo, a
kind hearted old woman took pity on mo,
(and sho has had causo to bless tho hour
elm did so) and found mc a place as seam
stress in tho establisment of a rich noble
man. My light hnartedness aud good looks
returned with my ability to support myself,
and I soon became tha bosom friend of tho
respectable house keeper. One day Lord
Melvil camo into my little room, as I was
at work, and seated himself by my side.
Ho was a man about sixty, tall, thin and in
manner cold and reserved. ' Young wo
man,' said ho, ' I know the story of your
life; will you marry me J' Marry you V
I exclaimed. 'Yes mc,' said he; I am
rich, and am dsterminod my riches shall
not go to my unworthy nophewe. I am a
martyr to tho gout, and would rather be ta
ken care of by a wife, than by mercenary
servants. If I may believe what I have
heard respecting you, you possess elevation
of mind and correct principles it is in
your powor to beconia Lady Melvil, aud to
prove to tha world that you arc as worthy
of good fortune as you have been praise
worthy in atrucgliug with adversity.' ' I
loved you Frederick,' continued tho brido,
' and although I had sean you but a moment,
yet I could not banish your image; and
aonatliiirz whispered to me from the inmos
recces of my heart, that our lives woia id
be passed together. When I looked at LoitJl
Melvil, and observed his serious melancholy
face, his oyon bright and piercing, with aa
oxpre3icn of successful etinning. I could
not help thinking that tho sirango step he
meditated waa but to gratify a feeling of ro-
vongo, and I was unwilling to ba his instm'
men!; and thus, although the noblo Lord did
not receive a refusal, yot ha saw my hcsU
tancy and agitation, and like most persona
who moot with unexpected obstacles, he ba
camo moro eager, and pressed his suit with.
unwonted ardor. Those with whom I liv
ad, and every body I saw, advised mo to
profit by this ficakof an English Lord witk
millions; a part of whoso fortune at least,
in the event of my doing so, must soon ba
mine. As for myself, I thought of you;
my gratitude lent a thousand graces to your
person. I recallodd continually tho kind
tone of your voice, although heard but for
an instant. You had never oven Icoked id
my face, and yet I was near sacrificing ttf
this dream of the imagination my good for
tuno and your own, but I had taken a leas
son in the miseries of a lifo of poverty and
suffering too sovere to suffer thesa romantic
feelings to overpower my better judement..
Your imago was reluctantly thrust asida by
tho poor sowing girl, and I bscama Lady
Melvil. It was indeed, my dear Frederick)
a fairy tale, that I, a poor, destitue, friend
less orphan, should become tho wife of ono
of tho richest of England's Peersj that I &
modern Cinderella, in my splendid coach
with servants in heraldic liveries, should
drive through tho streets in which, but a few
short months before, I had stood as a bsg2
gar; that I, clothed in silks and ladiant witH
with jewels, should look from my high es-'
tate,' upon the very opot whoro I had tromb'
lingly extended my hand for charity. It
was a turn of fortune's wheal too incredible1
fori belief; In truth a fairy 1ale but.tho -fai-.
ries of this world of ours, my dear Fredar-
lek, are tho passions of mankind.'
' Happy Lord Melvil,' cried Fredsriokj
' ho could enrich.
' Ho was indeed happy,' said Madarad
do la Tour, ' and tho event proved that tbia
marriage which tho world looked upon as
folly on his part, I caused by my good con
duct to ba regarded as tha most sensible
thing ho could have done ho was rich not
only beyond his wants, but beyond even his
wishes. Ho could never manage to expend
his income, and had tharcforo no need of
endeavoring to acoumulate. Ha rightly ba
lievod that ha might trust in the attachment
of a wife who owed every thing to him
and never did ho for one moment repsnt
that he had manied a French Woman. I
reposed, on my part, perfect and entire con
fidence in Lord Melvil as to any provision
in tho disposition of his fnrtuna, and with
sincority and tsndemoss watched over his
declining years. Ho died, leaving ms tho
whole of his immense riches, and then I
inwardly avowed to marry no other mart
than the man who had relievad mo in my
greatest nood but how oilsnt you are,' (said
Madame de la Tour, pressing the hand of
tha husband sho had onriehod and would lovd
with such devotiou,) ' and you never want
into society, or to the play, nor to cencerta
ah I if I had but known your name' .
while aha thus playfully reproached her as
tonished husband, eho took from around
her nsok a chain of rubies to wiieh .waa
suspended a diminutive sill: pursa, from tho
latter she draw aftveftranc piece in a littlo
frame of gold.
It is the sxae one,' said she, putting it
into Frederick's hands. ' Tha sight of this
cherished piece of silver gave ma a sapper
and a roof to shelter me, until the next day,
when at uiyjrequest.it was so zrrangsh that
I could keep your fortunate gift it his na ver
for a moment left mo. Ah I how happy I
was when I first saw you in the street of
St, Honore with what joy I ordered my
coachman to otopI was nearly frantic with
agitation and delight, and I imtaediately a
dopted tho only pretext I could so sudden
ly think of, to get you into tho cariisge. I
had but one fear you wight be married
tliad that been the casa youTouId never