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THE CRY OF SUFFERING WOMEN.
Help U3 now for we are weary,
Hope is dim and life is dreary
Sorrow is our meed
We are daughters, wires, and mothers.
We have fathers, husbands, brothers.
Whom we lore abore all others
. :Tis for tli cm we plead.
We can hope for no to-morrow
That will find us free from sorrow
While their shame we see ;
And the tyrant's chain has bound thorn
With his deadly snares he's wound them
And his strong arms are around them
IlOW CAX TIICT BE FBEE ?
lie has ta'cn our fireside pleasures,
ltobbed us of our household treasures
Leaving bitter woe :
From our pillow banished sleeping.
Bade our eyes grow dim with weeping,
While our hearts bare sorrow keeping
Heaven alone ean know.
Mast we see our loved ones perish.
And the last faint hope we cherish
Blotted out in grief?
Misery our life is wasting
From the years of sorrow hasting
From the dregs of woe we're tasting,
Is TiiF.r.E so nr. lief !
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CHAPTER XIV.
It la ten o'clock.
For au hour or more, the air has been filling
tip with thin, vapory clouds. There is no
moon-light, and the few scattered stars are
looking down upon the eaith, pale, and lan
qui.l; ami the night is quite dark.
It is favorable, however, for the poor Chris
tians. Under cover of the darkness, they can
reach their secret places of worship with less
risk or exposure. And an hour ago, one alter
another h.vl descended the rough, damp flight
of stops into the Catacombs ; and followed the
pale light in the hand of the guide, till the
rud, subterranean clmpel is filled.
On some accounts, the meeting to-ni-rht is
one of m jre than usual interest. For the few
past days, the Lord bad been pouring out his
spirit in a most copious and wonderful man
ner, filling up, with triple f astness, the tilling
rinks of his peopL. Hence, quite a number
of those present are recent converts ; and are
there for admission into the sacred fellowship
f the church, by the holy rite of baptism.
The cavern, therefore, wore a rather cheer
ful aspect, more so, at least, than it had done
for some evenings back. The old lamp in the
niche burned brightly. The eyes of Prytheus
sparkled with all the animation of h:s inner
life, while the gratitude of his heart spread a
fervid glow over his natural iy kind and benev
olent features. Then, in the looks of those
who had so recently pxssed out of darkness
into light, there were plainly visible the emo
tions of unutterable joy.
There were some things, however, iu the
cavern to-night, that were not in it the first
evening of meeting. True there was the
rude stone niter standing just where it did, and
the roll of unleavened bread, th goblet of
wine, and the soiled parchment upon it; and,
then, the stooping form of the holy man at its
tide, all just as they had been. But, in ad
dition to these, there were some sad remem
brances memorials of a people steadfast and
faithful unto death. Around the rough, ang
ling sides, and inhewn-out cavities in the soft
rocky walls, were a dozen or more veiled
earthen urns, filled with the ashes of the mar
tyred dead ; and. also, in the mouths of one
or two of the dark, vaulted passages, lay sev
eral torn and mangled corpse, just fresh from
the stanghter, to be deposited, with hymns
and prayers, in some yet deeper and darker
cavern.
These remains of their brethren, admonish
ed the living present to-night, to be watchful.
In fact, ordinary prudence had dictated that
no more time be spent in solemnizing the
mysteries of their faith, even in the deep pla
ces of the earth, than was consistent with pro
priety. The enemy were everywhere on the
look out, and might be .upon them any mo
ment. - . .
Prytheus, therefore, had quickly taken his
and at the side of the alter; and, having
looked for an instant at the interesting assem
blage of young and old before hita, he has
commenced repeating over in a low, solemn
Tice,thc lines of a familiar hymn. And now
their voices, all blending in its sweet and
plaintive harmony, fill the cavern with the
reat redeemer's praise.
This indeed, with raised hands and elosed
yea, but an open, overflowing heart, he is ad
dressing a throne of grace, in a prayer that
bears every heart away with, it, in penitence
nd gratitude, to the Being to whom it is of
fered. Just as the amen and amen fell from the lip
Of all present ia ..j.n
--i sumc, muopiug, ana uoiu-
(Original Blornl
1 :P? .out h; 4im lamp in hi hnd. rani h
ur-
riedly along the entrance vault, followed close
ly by two persons, a male and female. They
were both in disguise. Stopping short as they
entered the cavern, they stood together in si
lence.
The exercises continued the bread and
wine as usual were dispensed another hvmn
sung, and the throne of grace again addressed
As to those present for baptism, it was not
necessary that they should be any farther in
strncted in the nature of the rite. They are
all known to the holv man. He had visited
them at their homes, and talked and prayed
with them in his little chamber. Hence the
rite was forthwith administered, and some
twenty persons initiated into the suffering,
bleeding church.
At the close of this exercise, which occupi
cd some time, the man who had last entered,
steped forward and whispered a few words in
the ear of Prytheus.
The countenance of the holy man brighten
ed with every word.
'I rejoice ! I rejoice !" said he.
The man then returned, and led the female
to the alter.
"Thou desirest a place in our master's king
dom," said Prytheus.
"I do," was the prompt reply of the female.
"His kingdom is not of this world," said
Prytheus.
"I expect my good things ia the life to
come," said the female.
"We must be born again."
"Whereas I was once blind, now I see." "
'The cross is in the way."
"With the help of the Lord, I shall take it
up."
"Thou believest ?"
"I do, in Jesus, the Saviour of my soul."
"Seest thou our brethren therel" said Pry
theus, pointing to the mangled and bloody
corpes in the vault.
"Death is the passage to life," said the fe
male, looking at them with a sorrowful smile.
"Who forbids thee a name among us V said
Prytheus, casting his eyes inquiringly around
him.
Vcrtitia was then baptized, at the side of
her father, who, all the while, wept with joy.
There is a brief silence. All are mentally
engaged in prayer.
The list duty now to these, our dead," said
Prytheus, turning round, and taking the old
lamp out of the niche in his hand-
Ho entered a narrow tortuous passage, when
the men taking up the dead bodies, followed
utter. The women likewise followed in the
melancholy procession behind, and as they
moved slowly along, all united in singing a
solemn dirge.
At length, arriving at a large cavity in the
rock, they halted ; and there while a hymn
was sung expressive of the glorious resurec
tion of the righteous, the bodies were care
fully deposited to await that great day when
earth and sea shall give up their deal, and
there shall be no more death.
Returning to the chapel, prayer was again
made. An affectionate farewell followed.
Then, in small parties, conducted by the guide,
they ascended the rocky stair-way, and dis
persed for their homes.
It is twelve o'clock dark dreary driz
ling. The Jewess has just returned from the door,
and resumed her seat. She has finished her
sewing, and had been to the door, watching
for the return of her sweet, dear boy who had
gone to attend that night's meeting in the
Catacombs.
Her movements indicate a slight uneasi
ness. In fact, her looks betray avery rapid
ly increasing anxiety. But then his absence
at any time would have accounted, in some
measure, at least, for this.
"It's time ho was here," said she; "but
they'll be detained a little longer, to-night,
with the baptisms; I might have thought of
that," saying which, she again took up the
dross in her hand, and after examining it
closely a few moments, commenced making a
slight alteration in it, which she thought
would improve its appearance.
At the same time, as she went on altering,
she beguiled the moments by singing, in a low
voice, a favorite hymn.
Directly, however, the dress is involuntarily
cast aside ; and she is again at the door.
Gazing anxiously down the street, and lean
ing her tall, slender form forward as far as
possible, she is expecting every moment to
catch the sound of his light, quick step, or
see his fragile form emerging from the dark
ness. But long long does she look, look earn
estly, tremblingly, till her eyes dim, and her
head aches.
.So darling boy, however, with his bright,
intelligent countenance, appears to relieve her
anxiety, which at length, has become sicken
ing insupportable.
"Why! what in the world! what has hap
pened him ! It's two hours past the time. O !
my boy my dear, dear boy !" she exclaimed,
as she closed the door, and hurried to her
room, ringing her hands, and threw herself oa
her knees.
. A few earnest, passionate petitions, and
the poor distracted mother is again at the
door.
"Oh ! my boy ! my only earthly comfort !"
and she sprung into the darkness, and started
off wildly down the narrow street.
In a few moments, there was a sharp, quick
rap at the door of Prytheus.
The holy man, fatigued with the exercises
of the night, had thrown himself upon his
couch, and fallen into a cloze of sleep.
Instantly, however, and just as he woke up,
the door was violently thrown open. The
Jewess stood before him, pale, excited and
trembling.
"Mj' son ! mv dear bov ! where ? where
is he V she instantly exclaimed.
"Has he not returned 7" inquired Prytheus,
rising hurriedly from his couch.
"Oh! no no! Why? what! O, Cod have
mercy !" she again exclaimed, ringing her
hands ; and instantly wheeling out of the door
was gone.
It was some minutes before Prytheus could
recover from his surprise. The most painful
apprehensions at once laid hold of his sensi
tive mind.
"Is it possible ! can it be ? Hardly, I
think. And yet it is some distance there from
this, and our enemies are concealed in every
nook and corner. Poor woman! what a tri
al ; and yet I can hardly think it," said Pry
theus, as he paced his little apartment in al
most as much distress as the poor mother,
herself.
The boy had returned that far with Prythe
us; ana the last words lie said at parting,
were, "I must hasten mother will be unea
sv." 'die doeth all things well," said Prytheus,
and falling on his knees, prayed earnestly
almost in a bitter agony for the mother and
her bov.
In a few minutes after; he wa& hurrying up
along the dark, narrow streat, in the direction
of their abode, with words of consolation on
his lips.
To be continued.
DESTRUCTION of the lNQUISIIIODT in SPAIN.
In 1809, Col. Lehm.mowshy was attached to
that part of Napoleon's army which was sta
tioned at Madrid. "While in this city," said
Col. L., "I used to speak freely among, the
people about the priest and Jesuites, and of the
Inquisition." It had been decreed by the Em
peror Napoleon that the Inquisition and Mon
asteiies should be suppressed; but the decree,
like some of the laws enacted in this country,
was not executed. Months had passed away,
Lut the prisons of the Inquisition were still un
opened. One night about 10 or 11 o'clock, as
Col. L. was walking the streets of Madrid, two
armed men sprang upon him from an alley ,and
made' a ferocious attack. He instantly drew
his sword, put himself iu a position of defence,
and while struggling with them saw at a dis
tance the light of the patrols French soldiers
mounted, who carried lanterns, and rode thro'
the streets of the city at all hours of the night,
to preserve order. lie called tothem in French,
and, as they hastened to his assistance, bis as
sailants took to their heels and escaped, not,
however, before he saw by their dress that they
belonged to the guards of the Inquisition.
The Colonel went immediately to Marshal
Soult, then Governor of Madrid, told him what
had taken place, and reminded him of the de
cree to suppress this institution. Marshal Soult
replied that he might go and destrov it. Col.
L. told him that his regiment (the 0th of the
Polish Lancers) was not sufficient for such a
service, but if he would give him an additional
regiinent,thel7th,he wouldundertake the work.
The 17th regiment was under the command of
Col. DcLile, who is now, like Col. L. a minis
ter of the Gospel, and pastor of an Evangelical
church in Marseilles, France. "The troops re
quired were granted, andIproceeded(saidCol.
L.) to the Inquisition, which was situated
about five miles from the city. It was surroun
ded by a wall of great strength, and defended
by a company of soldiers. When we arrived
at the walls, I addressed one of the sentinels,
and summoned the holy fathers to surrender to
the Imperial army and open the gates of the In
quisition. The sentinel,who was standing on the
wall, appeared to enter into conversation for a
moment with some one within, at the close of
which he presented his musket and shot one
of my men. This was the signal for attack,
and I ordered my troops to fire upon those
who appeared on the wall. It was soon obvi
ous that it was an equal warfare. The walls of
the Inquisition were covered with the soldiers
of the holy office ; there was also a breastwork
upon the wall, behind which they but partially
exposed themselves as they discharged their
muskets. Our troops were in the open plain,
and exposed to a destructive fire. We had no
cannon, nor could we scale the walls, and the
gates successfully resisted all attemps at for
cing them. I could not retire and send for a
cannon to break through the wall without giv
ing them time to lay a train to blow us up. I
saw that it was necessary to change the mode
of attack, and directed some trees to be cut
down and trimed to used as battering rams.
Two of these were taken up by detatchments
of men, as numerous as could work to advant
age, and brought to bear upon the walls with
all the power they could exert, while the troops
kept up a fire to protect them from the fire
poured upon them from the walls. Presently
the walls began to tremble, a breach was made,
and the imperial troops rushed into the Inqui
sition, nere we met with an incident which
nothing but Jesuitical effrontery is equal to.
The Inqusitor-general following the father con
fessors in their robes, all eme bnt of their
rooms, as we were making our way into the in
terior of the Inquisition, and with long faces,
and their arms crossed over their breasts, their
fingers resting on their shoulders, as tho' they
had been deaf to the noise of the attack and
defense, and had just learned what was going
on, they addressed themselves in the language
of rebuke to their own soldiers, saying, " Jf7iy
do yon fight our friends the French ?" - - .
Their intention, no doubt, was to make us
think that this defence was wholly unauthoriz
ed by them, hoping, if they could make us be
lieve that they were friendly, they should have
a better opportunity, in the confusion of the
moment, to escape. Their artifice was too
shallow and did not succeed. I caused them
tcTbe placed under guard, and all the soldiers
of the Inquisition to be secured as prisoners.
We then proceeded to examine all the rooms
of the stately edifice. We passed thro' room
after room, found all perfectly in order, richly
furnished, with altars and crucifixes, and wax
candles in abundance, but could discover no
evidence of iniquity being practised there
nothing of those peculiar features which we
expect to find in an Inquisition. We found
splendid paintings, anda rich and extensive
library. Here was beauty and splendor, and
the most perfect order on which my eyes had
ever rested. The architecture-the proportions
were perfect. The ceilings and floors of wood
were secured and highly polished. The marble
pavements were arranged with a strict regard
to order. There was everything to please the eye
and gratify a cultivated taste, but where were
those horrid instruments of torture of which
we had been told, and where those dungeons in
which human beings are said to be buried alive ?
We searched in vain. The holy fathers assur
ed us that they had been belied ; that we had
seen all, and I was prepared to give up the
search, couviuccd that this Inquisition was dif
ferent from others of which I had heard.
But Col. DcLile was not so ready as myself
to relinquish our investigation, and said tome,
"Colonel, you are in command to-day, and as
you say so it must be; but if you will be advis
ed by me, let this marble floor be examined.
Let water be brought and poured upon it, and
we will watch and see if there is any place thro'
which it passes more freely than others." I re
plied to him, "Do as you please, Colonel." and
ordered -water to be brought accordingly. The
slabs of marble were large and beautifully pol
ished. When the water had been poured over
the floor, much to the dissatisfaction of the In
quisitors, and a careful examination was made
of every seam iu the floor to see if the water
passed through, presently Col. D. exclaimed
that he had found it. By the side of one of
these marble slabs the water passed thro' fast,
as though there was still an opening beneath.
All hands were now at work for the lurthcrdis
covery, the officers with their swords and the
soldiers with their bayonets, seeking to clear
out the seam and pry up the slab, others with
the butts of their muskets striking the slab with
all their might to brerk it, while the priests re
monstrated against our desecrating their holy
and beautiful home. While thus engaged a
soldier, who was striking with the but of his
musket, struck a spring, and the marble slab
flew up. Then the faces of the Inquisitors grew
pale as Belshnzzar, when the hand-writing ap
peared on the wall; they trembled all over. Be
neath the marble slab, now partly up,thcrj was
a stair-case. I stepped to the altar, and took
from the candle-stick one of the candles, four
feet in length, which was burning, that I might
explore the room below. As I was doing this,
I was arrested by one of the Inquisitors, who
laid his hand gently on my arm, and with a very
demure and sanctimonious look said, "My son
you must not take those lights with yourbloody
Jiands, they are holy.' "Well," I said, "I will
take a holy thing to shed light on iniquity ; I
will bear the responsibility !"' I took the can
dle, and proceeded down the staircase. As wc
reached the foot of the stairs we entered a large
square room, called the Hall of Judgment. In
the centre of it was a huge block, and a chain
fastened to it. On this they had been accustom
ed to place the accused, chained to his scat.
On one side of the room was an elevated seat,
called the Throne of Judgment. This the Inquisitor-general
occupied, and on either side
were seats less elevated, for the priestly fath
ers, while engaged in the solemn business of
the Holy Inquisition. From this room we pro
ceeded to the right and obtained access to
small cells, extending the entire length of the
edifice ; and here such sights were presented
as we hope never to see again.
These cells areplasesof solitary confinement
where the wretched objects of inqucstorial
hate were confined, year after year, till death
released them from their sufferings, and there
their bodies were suffered to remain untilthey
were entirely decayed, and the rooms had be
come unfit for others to occupy. To prevent
this being offensive to those who occupied the
Iuquisition, there were flues or tubes extending
to the open air, sufficiently capacious to carry
off the odor. In these cells we found the remains
of those who had paid the debt of nature; some
of them had been dead apparently but a short
time, while of others nothing remained . but
the bones, still chained to their dungeons. -
In other cells we found living sufferers of
both sexes, and of every age, from three score
years and ten down to fourteen or fifteen years
all naked as when born into the world! and
all in chains! nere were old men and ared '
women, who had been shut up for many years.
Here, too, were the middle aged, and the young
men and maiden of fourteen years. The , sol
diers immediately went to work to release
these captives from their chains, and took
from their knapsacks their overcoats and other
covering, which they gave them to cover their
nakedness. They were exceedingly anxious
to bring them out to the light of day; but be
ing aware of the danger, I had food given
them, and then brought them gradually to the
light, as they were able to bear it.
We then proceeded to explore another room
on the left. Here we found the instruments
of torture, which the ingenuity of man ordeil
could invent. Col. L. thus describes four of
these instruments: "The first was a machine
by which the victim -was secured, and then,
beginning with the fingers, every joint in the
hands, arms and body was broken or drawn one
after another, until the sufferer died. The
second was a box, in which the head and neck
of the accused were so closely screwed that
he could not move in any way. Over the box
was a vessel, from which one drop of water a
second fell upon the head of the victim every
successive drop falling upon precisely the
same place, which suspended the circulation
in a few moments, and put the sufferer to the
most excruciating agony. The third was an
infernal machine, laid horizontally, to which
the victim was bound; this iusirun.cnt was
then placed between two beams, in which were
scores of knives, so fixed that, by turning the
machine with a crank tlie flesh of the sufferer
was torn from his limbs in small pieces. The
forth surpassed the others in fiendish ingenui
ty. Its exterior was a beautiful woman, or
large doll, richly dressed, with arms extended,
ready to embrace its victim. Around her feet
a semi-circle was drawn. The victim was pas
sed over this fatal mark touching a spring
which caused the diabolical engine to open;
its arms clasped him and a thousand knives
cut him in as many pieces, in their deadly
embrace.'
Col. L. said that the sight of these engine
of infernal cruelty, kindled the rj.ee of the
soldiers to fury. They declared that every
Inquisitor and soldier of the Inquisition should
be put to the. torture. Their rage was ungov
ernable. Col. L. did not oppose them; they
might have turned their aims sgainsi him, if
he had attempted to arrest their work. They
began with the holy fathers. Tiie first they
put todeath in the machine fur breaking joints
The torture of Inquisitior put to death Ly the
dropping of hot water on his ..head was most
excruciating. The poor man cried out iu
ony to be taken from the fat.l machine. The
Inquisitor-general was brought before the in
f'ernal machine called "The Virgin." He beg
ged to be excused. ".So,--suia they, "you
have caused others to kiss her, and now you
must do it." They interlocked their bayonets
so as to form large forks, and with these push
ed him over the deadly circle. The beautiful
image instantly prepared for the embrace,
clasped him in its arms, and he was cut into
innumerable pieces. Col. L. said that he wit
nessed the torture of four of them his heart
sickened at the awful scene and he left th
soldiers to wreck their vengeance on the last
guilty inmate of that prison-house of hell.
In the mean time it w is reported through
Madrid that the prison? of tha Inquisitions
were broken open, and -iultitudcs hastened
to the spot. And oh, what a meeting was there !
It was like a resurrection: About a hundred
of those who had been buru-d fcr many years,
were now restored to life. There were fathers
who found their long lost daughters; wives
were restored to their husband, sisters to their
brothers, and parents to their children, and
there were some who could recognize no friends
among the multitude. The scene was such as
no tongue can.desbribc.
When the multitude had retired, Col. L.
caused the library, paintings, furniture, etc.,
to be removed, and having sent to the city for
a wagon-load of powder, he deposited a large
quantity in the vaults beneath the building,
and placed a slow match in connection with
it. All withdrew to a distance, and in a few
moments, the assembled multitude beheld a
most joyful sight. The walls and turrets of
the massive structure rose majestically towards
the heavens, impelled by the tremendous ex
plosion, and then fell back to the earth a heap
of ruin.
Pkaisixu God bt Steam. The bellows of
the great organ in Tremont Temple, Boston, is
worked by steam. So we 'Yankees are going
to be relieved of the work of praising God.
We have not even to turn a crank to griud
out our praise, but invoke the aid of steam
power. What would Fulton $ay could he
look into the Temple, and see that the verita
ble steam with which he propelled his boat up
the North River, is employed to drive an or
gan in paiscs of God? The time is not far
distant when we shall have miniature organs
attached to tea kettles, and boil tea to the tune
of Yankee Doodle. .
Beautiful. One pound of gold may be
drawn into a wire that would extend rouud the
globe, So one good deed may be felt through
all time, and even extend its consequences to
eternity. Though done in the first '. flush' of
youth, . it ' may guild the last hours of a long
life, and form the only bright spot in it.
A LITTLE ETOSY FOR THE TIMES.
A countryman one day, returning from the
city, took homo with him five of the finest
peaches one cowld possible desire to sec, and
as his children had uever beheld the fruit be
fore, they rejoiced over them exceedingly,
calling them the fine apples with the rosy
cheeks, and soft, plum-like skins. The father
divided them amoug his four children and re
tained one for their mother. In the evening,
ere the children retired to their chamber, tho
father questioned them" by asking, "how do
you like the soft rosy applos f " Very much
indeed, 'dear father," said the eldest boy, "It
is a beautiful fruit so acid, and yet so nice
aud soft to the last; I have carefully preser
ved the stone, that I may cultivate a tree."
"IMght and bravely dtne," said the father,"
"that speaks well for regarding the future
with care, and is becoming in a young hus
bandman." "I have eaten "miue, and thrown
the stone away," said the youngest; besidca"
which mother gave me half of hers. "Oh! it
tasted so sweet, and so melting in my mouth."
"Indeed," answered the father, thou hast not
been prudent. However it is very natural and
child-like, and displayed wisdom for four
years.- "I have picked uj the stone," said tho
second son, "which my little brother threw
away, cracked it, ana eaten the kerne! it
was s'.yct as a nut to the taste but my peach
I have sold for so much money that when I go
to the city I can buy twelve of them."
The parent shook his head reprovingly, say
ing; 'beware my boy of avarice. Prudence is
all very well, but such conduct as yours is uu
childlikc and unnatural. Heaven guard thco.
my child, from the fate of a miser. And you,
Edmund?" asked the father, turning to his
' u
tLinl son, who frankly and openly replied: "I
have given my peach to the son of the neigh
borthe sick George, who has the fever. He
would not take it, so I left it oa the bed, and
have just come away.' ".Now," said the father,
"who has done the best with his peach?"
"brother Edmund!" the three exclaimed aloud?
"brother Edmund!" Edmund was still and
silent, and the mother kissed him with tears
of joy in her eyes. '
Silks. The most practical effect of the hard
times that has come under our notice,'is that
mentioned in the Cincinnati Gazette.' The un
pleas.au t medicine will surely work, for the pro
sint at least, a radical cure, if we only permit
its operation to be general. Tho article 'alluv
ded to, was to tnc effect that the ladies of Xew
York had formed a society for the promotien
of American industry, the members pledging
themselves to wear nothing wich is not made
in America. U'i the i'Vtii ult., a i-'oinc was
given at the Astr Ilo-ise, at which every lady
present appeared in calico or muslin-de-laines
of home manufacture. We hope" they didn't
spend enough on the Soiree, to make up tho
difference in price between silk and calico.
Xow why is it, that we cannot raise our own
silk? Xo man is nigg.ird enough to wish his
wife to dress in calicoes if he can . reasonably
help it. If the encouragement that is extend
ed to the importer was given to the silk grow
ers at home, women would not be obliged to
betake tliemsrrives to calico, or wear foreign
silks. We believe that this country can be
made the great silk producing country of the
world, if we only t-xtcnu the proper encour
agement to the cultivator and manufacturer.
A Dr.?fi.NH Cosclitsio.n. Noah B. was un
fortunate erough in his old age to become ad
dicted to rather strong potationsnd when un
der the inti.iencc of tho spirit, was mere than
usually religious. Now, one Saturday after
noon, baking day, Lis wife, who was a very in
dustrious old lady, and in every way a model
housewife, asked Xoah to go out into the yard'
to split some wood to her.t the oven with. No
ah concluded before he set about it, to start off
to the tavern and 'imbibe,' whereby, of course,
the baking was neglected. Coming back in a
short time, and utterly oblivious of his good.
woman's request, he seated himself in an old
arm chair; Noah was very much attached to that
old chair, for like himself, age had made it
tottering in the legs, and somewhat weak in
the back. 'Wife,' said he, 'wife, do yer think
the Lord in his goodness (hie) kin send us in
to fire everlastin' ? No answer from his wife. ,
'Wife, kin the Lord intend to burn us all in fire
everlasfia' V Mrs. B. by this time was quite
incensed at her husband's direlections; still no
answer. Wife, (hic do you think the Lord
means (hie) to burn us all in fire everlastin V
This was more than human patience could
endure, and she couldn't bold her tongue any
longer; she would peak out if she died for it:
"No ! yer old fool, yer ! not of he Mailt for
yer to split the tcood ."
C3Dr. Htnscu, hospital physician at Con-!
stantinople, has given a detailed account of a
race of human beings having tails. They are .
from two inches to two feet long. The race
are cannibals, and arc called Xiam-Xiams, and '
exist in Nigritia Africa. They go entirely
naked, and are extremely sensual; the stron
gest is chief, and it ia doubtful if they have any .
religion. They arc difficult to civilize, their
instinct teaching them to search for., human
flesh, and when slaves, having sometimes been -known
to kill and devour the children oftheir ,
masters, they are httle popular. The Turk
have long known this rftc.
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