Raftsman's journal. (Clearfield, Pa.) 1854-1948, March 12, 1856, Image 1

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tlnjuld yoa feci inclined to censuro
- Faults yoa may in others view,
Ask jrvur own heart ero you venturo,
If that has i.ot a failing too.
Let not friendly vows lc broken,
lather strive a friend to gain ;
" JUsnr a wurd in anger spoken.
. ! --. Finds Ha passage home aain.
i Do lift, then, in Idle pleasure, .
Trifle with a brother's fame ;
t'unrd it as a valued treasure
Sacred as your own good nauio.
Io not form opinions blindly
llastines to trouble tends";
.. Those of whom we've thought unkindly
- Oft become our warmest friends.'
Froiu the '-iealpel."'
. BIB. W. R.
The bright frost-sparks were on the trees in
the forest, and when the moon, with her mild
torch, lighted them up, they glittered like so
inany fairy diamonds; they glowed with light
and lustre, changing from sparks of light to
bluo and green gems; and all the air flickered
with these specks of frost, painted into dia
dems by the rich, soft moonlight. There is
nothing bo beautiful in all nature as one of
these evenings; the air is so still that if the
soul listens, it cannot shut out the angels'
whispers that come to us mixed up with music
that cannot be printed. Angola never speak
when the sun shines, nor when the white robe
of winter has folded all nature into its pure
mantle ; no, they only come when the moon
bines in late autumn, when the nights are
clear and the air keen, and the frost sparkles
with cold. Then all earnest souls can hear
them. They do not address the ear; they
speak to the spirit,and fill it witli love and har
mony, with mercy and blessings.
Spring, with its flowers and birds, bad come,
ml scattered its smiling glances on all the
works of God. Summer had succeeded, and
ripened the fruit, and dressed np the year with
full-lapped bounty; and then had come one
of the frost-nights, mingled with moon-fire
the nights on which the mercy-angels are
abroad on errands of goodness.
I had saf it long lime fn my window, watch
ing tho white, fleecy clouds that floated over
the deep-blue iky. They were brilliant with
reflected light, and as gaudy as the royal diamond-spangled
robe of some eastern queen.
I went to the window, and returned to my li
brary, and then went again, with uncovered
head, into the boundless sea of mystic cold and
light, and listened Ut the seraph voices, (I lis
ten with my spirit,) and tlen returned again to
my warm room, to enjoy the delightful con
trast between bathing my body in dead heat,
and plunging my living spirit into tho fathom
less sea of glittering light.
Why I could uot sleep, I know not ; but I
could not. I was too happy; I felt a serenity
that spoke of mercy, of some good to be done;
some suffering spirit, that needed the hush of
a ltst blessing, was speaking to me, and sccm
el to say : -Can jou not watch one slurt hour,
when I have not slept for two long nights, and
shall never sleep again till I awake into ever
lasting life? Know you not that love darts
her message into tho human heart through
space, over seas, mountains and jJuins; and
wben sorrow pleads fur mercy, tho spirit hears
it it hears it just as a merciful God hears our
prayers and listens to our wants?"
My soul was so full of thought and blessings
that -I was in a sea of thankfulness and joy,
when I was roused by the patter "of two little
feet on the door-stone. I knew it was a child's
step, it was so soft, and yet so confident ; a
child's step has no fear in it the innocent
hav no fear. Tho little rap fell on the door;
it wsms a soft rap, for her little hand was cover
ed with a mitten to keep the frost-diamonds
frira biting it. 'The frost has no feeling for
little hands; it only loves to shine and spar
klu, and sparkle and shine, before the warm
sun shall come and spoil its beauty and power
to harm. I opened the door, and in stepped
little Julia, muffled in a shawl, and mittens,
and hood ; and her little shoes wet; stiff with
cold, and they creaked on the floor, and her
face was all covered with love, and looked very
bright, and the still tear stood in her eye, and
she could not speak. .
."Oh, Julia!" said I, "are you not ccld,
child? and why is my darling cut alone?" ,
"It is so light sir, that I could come easily
without being lost." .... .
"I know it is light, but it is very cold ; you
came alone, did you not?"
0 yes, sir, Mr. Doctor, I came (done, but I
was not afraid, nor cold any ;" and her bright
red lip trembled, and she could not speak ;
imd on hr cheek the frost had painted a full,
red flush, and the skin was whit as the snow
flake. She looked very beautiful, and her
heart was full, too full to tell mo more.
And too were not afraid,you said, and you
nro ouly nine years old, I think, and have
come three miles,' fn the night, too, all alone
did you cbrno to me, Hiss Julia "
"Yes, Mr. Doctor; my mother is very sick,
and I came fo get you to cure her, and she said
God protected all good children, and then she
seemed to be with me all the way, and I was
not afraid ;" and here the dear child burst into
tears. ' ' ..;- " ;
I was very busy warming the child, for I was
enchanted and bewildered by the fidelity and
confidence of the charming little girl," for I
off? swa her light form tripping along
the highway to school, her blue eye as mild as
a summer dew-drop, when sho lifted towards
me something, that glittered, and said, in her
sweet, low voice, "Please win you go and see
my mother, tb-night, Mr. Doctor 1 She sent
you this gold ring she had no money and
she cried when she gave it to me, and said it
was one my dear papa gave her when they were
married in New Qork city, and sho wanted to
keep it for me, but she will give it to you, sir,
if you will come afid sec her to-night ; she is
afraid she will die before to-morrow, and then
sho cannot tell you what she wants to; and
she is all alone, too, only a little girl, Katy
Wharton, caaie over to stay with her while I
came after you ; so please do go and see my
dear mother to-night, good Mr. Doctor."
The fervent love and artless simplicity of the
chiM had so overcome me, that I had prepared
myself to start, unconsciously. My wife had
risen from her slumber, aud was listening to
the story cf the child, and when I returned to
the gate with my robes and cutter, I found lit
tle Julia and my good wife waiting fo accom
pany me. 1 oldmg them closely in my thick,
warm robes, I drove rapidly over the ground ;
a slight snow had fallen and coverad the dark-
brown earth.' My residence was near a thick
wood, and my track to the dwelling of the sick
woman led me through a thickly settled part
of the large aud flourishing village of A .
The house was small, and forbidding in its ex
terior, and when we reached the gate, little
Julia bounded from the sleigh with the elastic
step of a young fawn, glided across the yard,
and entered the house in advance of us, and,
rushing to the bedside, she held up the ring
and cried foy, as her tiny arm clasped her sick
mother's neck, while sho covered ITcr pale
cheek with fervent kisses. "Dear mother,"
she said, in a soft, low voice, "don't cry now,
nor cough any more, for the good doctor has
come now, and the lady has come too, to help
ma to take care of you;" and she ran to the !
able to bring some drink for which her mother
had motioned.
Myself and companion stood by tho bedside
of a sick and dying woman, who had been
whose parents had taught her to love self arid
forget all else in the world beside.
Come into the apartment, gentle reader, and
see where the daughter of the rich and proud
sometimes ends her days. A small room, with
scanty furniture, some poor, and a part of it
very rich, the broken fragments of a splendid
outfit, given her by her father when sie left
New York for her home in the West.
The whole scene was reall- comfortless, al
though the hand of taste and pride had evi
dently tried in vain to hide the. real facts by
great tact in arrangement, and perfect neat
ness throughout the room. The address of the
lady at once marked her as one who had been
lired in a far higher circle of life than she now
occupied, for she saluted us with that dignified
simplicity that always characterizes the wo
man of good breeding. Our fiist duty was to
provide for her comfort, and then receive her
bequests, for she was rapidly drawing towards
the close of her weary pilgrimage.
My wife had arranged her conch anew 5 her
cough had been quieted by a soothing draught,
and she lay resting her failing body, gathering
strength for this last conflict with her fate,
when little Julia rushed up to the bedside and
asked, in a very earnest tone, "Dear mother,
do Isaiah, and David, and Joseph have to go
to a.sonp-house in heaven to get something to
eat? or do they have bread enough in heaven,
mother ?" "My strange child," said the dy
ing mother, "why do you ask me that?"
"Oh, you know the other day, when we were
so hungry, you made me read to you in the
Bible that 'God hears the ravens cry,' and then
you sent me down to the merchant's for a lit
tle flour, and when he sent me back because I
had no money, and you cried so, I kept think
ing about the famine in Samaria, andliow Jo
seph's brethren went down into Egypt to buy
corn, and Joseph wept when ho saw them, and
gave them something to cat; and I knew, be
cause yon said so, that even some good people
now could not get bread to eat because it cost
so much, and you said they had to go to soup
houses to be fed, and beautiful fine ladies had
to go there in the great city of Boston last
year, and I wondered if people were ever hun
gry in heaven." The poor child relieved her
self cf all this with great earnestness.
, A deep crimson flush overspread the face of
the poor mother, and her eye glanced wildly
at the face of my wife, as she said to the child :
"No, my dear, children are not hungry there;
but you must not talk so strangely."
Great God ! what thoughts rushed across my
soul at this strange scene ! Have we become
a race of demons, thought I, and do children
begin to doubt the justice of God ?
A sudden silence seized the group, and
through my soul rushed wholo years of anguish-
Children starving in a land of bread!
mothers, nursed in pride and luxury, brought
to feel the bony fingers of want, and grapple,
on a dying-bed, with pale famine's icy touch!
What, thought I, shall I hear 'next? Surely
something heart-breaking has preceded such a
train of thought in the mind of this child.
And who can this sick lady be, inquires the
reader, and where did she come from, and
whoso daughter was she, and had she any mo
ther alive; or was she some poor out cast
one of those -whom God almost forgets to coin
fort ? She was none of these '
Eliza E was the daughter of a rich mer
chant in New-York city. About twenty years
before I was called to see her, she was seated
in a gorgeous parlor, surrounded by splendid
mirrors, playing on her piano, and courted by
rich suitors, and flattered by a poet's love.
The world may not know it, but the western
physician docs, that among the surging tide
of wealth and home-hunting life that swells a
cross the great lakes, and spreads across the
prairies of tho West, even to the shores of the
Pacific, there are a smaller number of emi
grants that swarm out from the houses of the
merchant princes of our great commercial me
tropolis. The place is too strait for them, and
luxury, vice, and indolence have enervated
them too much to enable them to buffet tho
rude breakers of city life. These sons., from
the euchre tables, the drinkins saloons, and
club-houses of that refined and Christian city,
arc married to tho highest bidder who has cash
to give with his daughter; and the young pair
is shipped west with bales of goods and boxes
of merchandise, to-become aristocracy of tho
villages and cities of the West. While the
West is thus peopled with these ribbon men
and women from the commercial capital, the
hardy sons of toil and exertion flow back from
the farm and places of toil, to fill the places of
clerks in the great city's trading-houses, and
become the future merchants of the vast
Babel of trade.
Among these adventurers, in the year '34,
was a young merchant of much promise who
ranked much higher than the average of this
class of men. He had become the husband of
the accomplished Miss E . . The doting
parents had dismissed them with their blessing
and a stock of goods, and they had taken up
their residence in the village of F , where
a year or more of prosperity had placed them
at the head of the village aristocracv.
But fortune has her changes, and rolls her
mad waves over the hopeful and the stout
hearted. One of these tempests of fire, that a
just God rains on cities, as he did on Sodom
for her sins, came upon New-York ; and on a
cold night in December, the red tongue of the
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and scattered her proud merchants as beggars
in the streets.
The man of millions, in a single night, found
himself without means of a breakfast; the fam
ily that dwelt in a palace, were houseless
and naked ; the mothers who toiled for their
daily bread, wcro rich as the richest.
I shall never forget the strange scene that
was presented at our capital, for the whole
State suffered; so wide-spread was the desola
tion, that none could measure it ; but every
heart was touched with pity for the homeless
and the brcadless.
The night was intensely cold ; the water froze
in tho hydrants, and the devouring clement
rioted unrcbuked on the labors and the hopes
of men. The sun rose in tho east on a sea of
smouldering ruins ; all night had mothers
mourned and wept, and when daylight came,
fathers of stony hearts, that never prayed be
fore, prayed then :
"Give us this day our daily bread !"
So wide was the desolation that no one could
see its shore, and thinking men rushed up to
the capital, to ask the loan of a million of dol
lars, to blunt for a little time the sea of suffer
ing that none could really fathom. I saw the
whole struggle, and beard the prayers of the
sufferers, and the proud buffetings of those
who held the purse-strings.
Men implored for the love of God, and the
tears of suffering and helpless women and chil
dren, that aid which the State alone could
give. They repeated the golden rule, and
wept hot tears of suffering, for the fire had
painted with red flame a red spot far once
in tho heart of the golden princes. They
knew that men could sufljbr; they had seen
their own wives and daughters clinging to
them in despair, covered with silk, and spark
ling with bright jewels, and asking where they
should sleep and cat. And the dry-souled
politician now spoke with a tongue of fire,
and repeated those golden words, "Do unto
others os you would that others should do un
to you," and wept for aid ; but those words
sounded as strangely as the song of a seraph
chanted in the halls of Bedlam. "Now," said
the wily wire-worker, "is the time to punish
New-York. She has refused us all succor at
the West, she has no heart ; when the flame
has died from her ruins, a heart of ice will a
gain beat in her bosom. By the grace of God
show her no mercy, for she deserves none.
Give her the silver rule sho repeats the gold
en one, but will never live by it."
Such was actually the language that fell
from the lips of Chetstian men, stung by tho
demon of a golden selfishness. Said one, "I
will vote to relieve this cry for mercy, but tho
words stick in my throat so mnch selfishness
deserves no pity." The boon was granted, and
the tried and suffering city drew one long
breath of love and gratitude to the bounty of
the State. Reader, we must now return to the
bedside of our sick patient, prepared to un
derstand who sho was and tho causes of her
condition. Sho was the daughter of a wealthy
merchant, who lost his last dollar in tho huge
iire of '35; he saw the labors of a' long life
swept from him in an hour, and the hope of his
family went down in that whirlpool of fire,
i His 'son-in-law had a few thousands in his
western' home, but an inexorable necessity I
stared him in the face, and ho informed his
daughter of his fate and asked for aid, arid
with'that uoble impulse that over guides the
great-hearted, full-soulcd woman, she resolv
ed to send her father all to save him from
want. Their business had been prosperous,
v-and they lived in the first sunshine of gay
Her husband responded with as full a heart,
and in a week his splendid stock of goods had
disappeared tinder the hammer, and the cash
was forwarded to the parents in New-York;
and then came the new life in which the heart
grows amid the rushing of wild tempests, and
we feel that life has a dignity in it, because we
have humanity in our hearts, and can weep
with those that weep, and rejoice with those
that rejoice.
Our patient had the form of a queen, and
her face bore the impress of nobleness and
love no daughter of the Tyrol was ever more
lovely. Uer husband was a man, and only
needed the rod and the scourge to make him
shine. He sought a position as a clerk, their
servants were dismissed, and she resolved to
learn the art of managing her own house. She
could play her piaub,but could not make bread
for qer husband and child. She knew not how
to wash and iron her own carmcnts. She
had been taught tlwt to do so was vulgar; but
now it was to contribute to her father's com
fort, and send joy to her aged mother's heart,
it became a pleasure and a joy.
George had returned one morning 'from the
store, and found his wife weeping. He spoke
words of comfort to her, and asked her tUe
cause.- She responded, in a tone of firmness,
that she was ashamed of her education, aud
had resolved to learn to work ; "I will know
how to maktt bread for my husband in less
than a week." George smiled at his wife's
resolution, and a shade of saditcsss passed
over his face. Their life's morning had open
ed bright and cloudless as the rays of early
dawn. One year of life had been all sunshine;
now they were without means, his store clos
ed, his fine house rebanished: their parents
w heels of fate revolved so fast and so rudely,
that the stoutest were often crushed in its wild
whirl. Their infant smiled in its wicker cra
dle ; Mary said to her husband, "We cannot
keep servants, and you and our darling maj
starve, for aught that I can do for you what
a poor creature am I ! Why, I cannot make
bread !" When the husband had left for his
business, meditating on the change in their
condition, Mary started for the minister's
house, and frankly told her frit nd -her rcsolu
tion,for all knew by this time their necessities.
They both started for the residence of Dr.
P , and it was soon arranged that the la
dies would alternate in their visits, and aid
the resolute wife in acquiring a knowledge of
arranging her house, setting her table, and
cooking her food. In a few weeks she had
acquired considerable knowledge of the duties
of a useful wife. She knew the joy of contrib
uting to her own and her husband's wants, and
no bread was ever so sweet to her as that
which Mary set before her husband made
with her own hands. But a year passed, and
her parents sunk under the heavy stroke of
disaster; the current was too deep ; it bore
them to the grave. Now more than ever Ma
ry felt the blessedness of her good deeds to
her parents, and learned that to be useful was
to be happy, to bo good was to be like the
George struggled on with his new position
in life. Pride rose up and mocked him, but
he looked it steadily in the face, till his man
hood outgrew hi3 early training and learned
the real power of self-dependence. But woe
betide us when all the winds blow calamities
to our hearthstones ! George was seized with
ajtyphoid inflammation of tho lungs, a disease
that sweeps hundreds of stalwart men in mias
matic districts to a sudden grave ; and in a
week tho noble Mary was a widow and Julia
an orphan.
She thought her cup was full before, but
now it ran over with bitter sorrow, and she
bowed her head before the blast, and said in
the deep faith of a smitten spirit, "Thy will
be done, O God !" The black hearse came,
tho pall covered the form of her husband.
With Julia and a few humble friends she fol
lowed their stay and support to the grave; the
last hymn broke on the silent air ; 4he coffin
was lowered; the earth fell heavily on tho lid;
fainter and fainter grew the sound, and a long
earth-raouud covered the body of the noble
young father.
It is natural and seems appropriate for the
young and the old to die; but when the thread
is cut in full life, and hope, home, wife, child,
arc all made desolate by the blow, it looks as
though the law of life was reversed in its en
actment, and a great wrong was done. Our
friend now missed the hand on which she had
leaned, and turned herself to find same ray of
light beaming on her destiny ; she saw no star
beyond her on the sky-verge of her com.
ing days, but she committed her all to the
hands of that great and loving One who stills
the young raven's cry, , and looked up with
cheerful hope. .
What now, was to be done? The fire had
devoured her father's wicked gains, gathered
up by speculation in bread, and the tear and
heart-buinlngfi of hungry children, and heart-
compelled him to recall the whole.
broken mothers ; her father, mothor and hus
band were dead, and naught was left to her
but poverty and her h'ttic feeble Julia. She
had learned how to work, could cook her own
food, and she resolved to know more of hon
est, inspiring toil. In less than a month she
had command ol her needle, as a tailoress and
dress maker, and with her superior genius, she
soon found employment among the best of her
sex; for the truly noble among them, who had
known her as the gay and beautiful wife, now
beheld her with admiration for her courage
and her vigorous struggles with the reiterated
blows of a mysterious Piovidcnce. She felt a
deeper joy for the blessings of her humble ta
ble, because procured with her own hands, and
Julia was delighted with all the little gifts tjiat
the heart of a mother so joyfully brings to the
lcing it loves. In tho fierce fires of suffering,
Mary had learned that other hearts could suf -
fer, and to the poor she liecame a messenger
of mercy, wherever suffering human hearts
could be found. She made the widow's heart
to sing for joy, and the orphan, at the sight of
her loving lace, smiled through its tears. She
found "that to give is more blessed that to re
ceive." rtie was known ly all tho pooras the
"good Mary," who came to make them happy,
and if she had nothing to bestow, sho smiled
on the sufferct, and his pain grew lighter un
der its sunny power. Through long years the
loving Mary had supported herself and child
by the toil of her own hands. Unfortunately
she had removed from the scene of her trials
to the village where I found her, for better
prospects, where at last her powers sank un
der accumulated labors, and a severe fever
had brought her far away from her humble
friends, on that cold night I found on her last
bed of rest ; neglected and forgotten by the
busy world, attended by two little children,
adorned with most saintly meekness and full
of the most joyful expectations of a bright and
immortal future. As the night was far advan
ced, and my duties for the next day vcrj- ar-
dous, I left my excellent Wife, whose heart was
ever open to the child of want, to watch tho
balance of the hours before day, and made my
morning I had heard too much for sleep a
thousand unavailing thoughts rushed through
my brain.
I awoke in deep despair; my soul was very
sorrowful. What marvel, thonght I, that the
starving child, who walked alone over the cold
earth by tne nuMjr -flight to get a doctor for
her dying mother, should ask ii .. folks
in heaven kept "public soup houses' where
all the por could have enough to eat ? The
story of my patient had chilled mo to the
bone, and 1 sat speechless for some time on
the bedside.
The sun was shining cheerfully w hen I cross
ed the yard for my faithful pony, and I soon
made the few calls my limited practice re
quired, when I again sought tho humble cot
tage of my patient. I had bought a few com
forts at the country store, and found my angel
wife, ever faithful, and now gone to her re
ward at her post by the bedside. She had
been weeping over the little Julia, who slum
bered sweetly by her mother's side. She, too,
slept. Both awoke shortly after my entrance.
Gazing tenderly upon her little face, the
mother closed her eyes and murmured a few
words of prayer, and then addressed mo as
calmly as though in health. "Doctor, you
know all of my history that is of consequence,
except what relates to my dear child. I have
penned a few directionf for one of her aunts,
who will doubtless discharge the trust I be
queath to her. Would to God I could lighten
the pecuniary part of it. Yonr kindness
has brought you here, as I learn it ever docs
at the summons of the wretched ; I shall need
no medicine, the lamp is exhausted ; the flame
even now flickers; in a little while I shall go
She had wearied herself by the exertion of
speaking, and dozed; I went into the little
kitchen to consult with my wife upon our fu
ture cfl'orts. I kept my eye occasionally on
the face of my patient, and had withdrawn it
but for a moment, when I saw her move con
vulsively; I ran to her, and she asked dis
tinctly for water; she swallowed a little, and
thanked me, even gracefully, so quiet was she;
sho closed her eyes, and her pulse fell rapidly.
Suddenly she drew her child to her breast, and
calmly uttered, To God and you I leave her!'
My wife was instantly at her side. I turned
my eyes towards her face; it was placid
heaven; the spirit of the good and beautiful
had fled to the home of the Immortals.
Father M'lvor was one of the worthiest of
the Presbyteriau clergymen, but, like his an
cestors, very much set in his own way. lie
came from the Scotch, and it was one of his
forefathers who prayed at tho opening of one
of their ecclesiastical courts : "Oh, Lord,
grant that we may be right, for thou knowest
we arc very decided-"
A Western editor, in speaking of a friend,
says : IIe has his weak poiuts, but telling
the truth is not one of them." Nice puff, that.
A Yankee has invented a plague which kills
off all who do not pay the printer. It's mor
destructive than the consumption -
Why is Ilorace Greely liko a field of dam
aged wheat ? Because he has bea. struck by
Ku.tt. - . :..' ; -
In the beautiful valley of Piedmont there
exists a people whose history, iu point of pe
culiarity aud interest, rivals even that of the
ancient Jews. Their origin is a subject of dis
pute. Some attribute it to Peter WaM, a.
wealthy merchant of Lyons, who bfing deeply
impressed by the sudden death of a friend, with
the sense of human frailty, renounced the world
ami devoted himself to the promotion of re
ligious truth. Others maintain that the Pro
testant doctrines are of much earlier origin,
and that Claudius of Turin was their founder,
a devoted Christian of the ninth century.
Whoever their founder" mav have been there-
is strong historical evidence of the ancient or
igin of the WaUlenses, and that they received
large accessions by the labors of Waldo, be-
ing also, especially favored by him with a
j translation of the Bible into the Waldensian
tongue. They were originally called Yallen
ses, (men of the Valley,) which being easily
changed into Waldcnscs the Papists took ad
vantage of this circumstance to disprove their
ancient origin.
Their history is the contest between Protes
tant ism apnd the Papal power. It is a history
of the most violent and inhuman persecutions,
and furnishes us with a beautiful example of
firmness and Christian fortitude. Great and
learned men they had not ; but all were abl
to read and write, and their pastors were usu
ally men of no ordinary powers of argumenta
tion. The bishops of Hone, at first endeavored to
pursuade this people torenounco their heresy,
and accordingly pent monks to confar. with
them; but the later soon returned, somo of
them ' declaring that they had learned mora
scripture from the Waldensian children than
f rom all the religious controversies they had
ever heard. The Waldcnsians, at length, pro
posed to defend their princixdes in open da
bate. The bishops and monks could not hon
orably decline so fair a proposition. They ac
cepted the terms of debate, and Montreal near
Carcossone was selected as the fdace for ami
cably and fairly deciding the great contost be.
appointcu tune this ecclesiastical discussion
commenced, and was earnestly prosecuted
for several days 5 but Popery having failed to
support itself by scriptural argument, abrupt
ly terminated the discussion and had recourse
to physical power. The ambitious and tyran
nical pope, Innocent the III., instituted ths
Inquisition and the Waldeusians were the first
'- if? inhuman tortures. Thousands
were subjected to vue . . .
, . , punishment
whose only crime was that of a rcdfiuw-
A few princes were convinced of their loyalty,
and seemed desirous of favoring them ; but tho
false and slanderons reports of tho papal
church too easily instigated these rulers against
the helpless Waldcnscs. Falsehood and cal
umny were heaped upon the peaceable Men
of the Valleys, and the civil and papal power
now united for their extermination.' It was a
contest, oa the part of the Waldensians, for
principle, on the part of their enemies for
plundei. For a period of more than four cen
turies did th!s righteous people endure all th
persecutions that the malice, avarice and blind
zeal of their enemies could deviso ; but in
stead of being annihilated their doctrines wera
disseminated, and settlements established in
the valleys ofPrcgala, Fraissinaire, Loyse,
Dauphing, in Provence, Flanders and Calabria
in Austria and Germany, and. at one time,
they numbered in Europe, eight hundred thou
sand. It is said that they still exist in tho
valleys of tho Alps, protected by tho fast nessea
of their mountain homes, and the power of
him for whom they suffered, "a ptcvliar f co
plc zealous "J" good works."
A pretty woman is one of the "institutions"
of the country an angel in dry goods and
glory. Sho makes sunshine, blue sky, Fourth
of July, and happiness wherever she goes. ;
Her path is one of delicious roses, perfuma ,
and beauty. She is a sweet poem, written in'
rare curls and choice calico, and good princi
ples. Men stand up before her as so many ad- .
miration points, to. melt into cream, and then'
butter. ..Her words float round the car, like
music, birds of Paradise, or the chimes of the
Sabbath bells. Without her, society would
lose its truest attraction, the church its firmest
reliance ; aud young men the very best of com
forts and company. Her influence and gener
osity restrain the vicious, strengthen the weak,
raise the lowly, flannel-shirt the heathen, and .
strengthen the fainthearted.- Wherever you
fiad the virtuous woman, you also find . plea
sant fireside, bouquets, clean clothes, order,
good living, gentle hearts, piety, music, light,
and model "institutions" generally. She is
the flower of humanity, a very Venus fn dimi
ty ,aud her inspiration is the breath of Heaven. .
A nev stove has been invented for the com-
fort of travellers. It is put under the feet,
and a mnstard plaster upos the head, "which ,
draws the heat through the whole system.
Said to be a Yankee invention. Patent righta
sell cleverly.
Why is a man who owns a calf,' like a loco- '
motive ? Because he can boast of a "a eow '
catcher." The young man who sent this, .
is incoming so brilliant that he charges & dol
lar an hour to allow people to look at fcim in
the tan. ... , . , '' 1 ', .-. .