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TJV AUG. J. H. DUGAXXE.
Tell me, ye who long have threaded
All the mazes of the heart,
Are nol death avgl life still wedded "
Of the other each a part ?
Once a gentle form before me,
ri . ir ..i. . j i
oast a ngui arouna my soui ;
Holy eyes were bending o'er me
Music through my spirit stole.
A ihe star thai falls through heaven,
Once upon me shone a love;. -
For a moment only given,
Then recalled 10 light above.
Once my soul was fondly plighted,
To a sainted one of earih ;
Like two music notes united,
Notes lhai sever in their birth.
Yet not severed we though parted,
Still in truth our souls are one ;
Though on earth the gentle hearted
Hath her 'holy mission done.
'With the chain thai formed our union,
'Still our -parted souls are wed;
Eren now in -sweet communion
1 am drawn towards the dead.
In the spirit's tranquil vesper,
Where the prayer of love acends ;
Then a sweet responsive whisper.
With my voiceless 'inusitig blends.
Ami the gentle ray that falleth
From the gentle stars above ;
To my heart in musiccallefh
For its evening prayer of love.
Tell me then, ye spirit-seeing,
Is not death of life a part ?
I- not love the chain of being.
Of the dead and Initio heart?
A New Manufacture
The Algemeine Zeitung, a German paper,
received by the Cambria, gives a long account
f the creation, by galvanism, of an egg, and its
'ubsequent hatching, producing a fine, lively
.ird of a perfectly unknown species, and with
nt feathers. This feat was performed by Pro
fessor Geifling at Bruneberk, after fourteen
years spent in experiments. The Editor of
'he German paper says he has seen the bird
'bus produced, and remarks :
" This most astonishing result has almost up
set our previous notions of natural philosophy
and ihe governing laws of animal .organism.
As we gazed upon the featherless bird hopping
ahout, and feeding upon the seeds given it, we
tagan to doubt the reality of our own existence,
or that of any thing about us !"
A young buck, who belongs to the "Indepen
dent drink-or-lei-it-alone-just-as-I-please-with-""i-Mgntng-the-pledge
fraternity," popped th
question to a pretty girl of our acquaintance a
hhnrt time since who brought a still deeper
"lush to his always blushing countenance, by
feplying that as she had signed a pledge to
"either drink nor traffic in ardent spiriu she
did not feel at liberty to traffic herself off for a
nognhead of brandy ! Pittsburg Age.
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It is stated that the daily supply of water for
'He inhabitants of London, by water companies,
,s equal to a lake of fifty acres, of a mean
JeP'h of 3 feet.
The Bachelor's Bride.
" When I said that I would die a bachelor. I did
not think that I should live till I were married."
Shakspcarc.
" What treason to the country to write Lon
don and August on the same sheet of paper;"
said Mrs. Clifford to her son, as she commenced
a letter.
" I have had some such thought myself, and
really must accept one or other of the invita
tions I have for shooting."
" Shall you go to Sir Thomas Crofions ?" in
quired the lady.
" No ; for Lady Croftqn will expect that if I
kill her husband's partridges in the morning, J
shall infallibly make love to his daughters in
the evening ; her imagination is so fertile, she
never sees a man but she enumerates his acres,
speculates on marriage settlements, and has
visions of white satin, and all the pretty et cet
eras of matrimony."
" Lord Bardford's 1 there are no daughters
there."
" True, but his wife is a deep, deep blue
bores you to death wiih her literary attainments,
or non-attainments. I think I shall run down
to Dacre's I have not been to Woodlands since
I stood god-father to my little namesake Frank
nearly rive years ago. I shall feel at home
there ; no fussy parties, prim and starched as
an old bachelor."
Mrs. Clifford smiled.
" Well, if I am a bachelor, and mean so to
continue, I am, at least, not a starched one,"
continued her son, interpreting the smilo.
" Why should you be at all, Frank? you,
who have so many of the requisites to make a
woman happy ?"
Whr, my dear mother, women are so arti
ficial live for display sigh for an establish
ment and not to be too hard on.the fairest and
sweetest part of the creation, I ask so much in
a wife I require so many of the nameless
somethings and nothings indispensable to fe
male fascination-- and, not to speak it irreve
rently, when I think of the caprice, the vanity,
the jealousy, that are the usual characteristics
of the sex, 1 can but be thankful, I am a doom
ed bachelor. No," continued he, as if purtuing
a train of thought, " I have drawn an image on
my mind so fair, so pure, that I feel nothing
less than the realization of the idea will sa'.isfy
me; at the same time, I know that it is ono that
for me can have no existence- it was the dream
of my boy, and it is past." .r
FVank Clifford was handsome, candid, gen
erous, the soul of honor, with an income of
three thousand a year thirty-six and a bache
lor, and such he had mentally and verbally re
solved to continue ; and yet, in spite of .all this,
he had still his visions and fantasies starry
skies, flowery valleys the still quiet woods,
enjoyed wnh some dear sympathising friend,
haunted h's day dreams and night viions.
It was a bright day when we travelled to
Woodlands ; the meadows were enamelled with
a thousand gay blossoms ; the busy hum of myr
iads of insects filled the air with their soft
drowsy music, and Clifford felt how soothing
are such sights and sounds to man's unquiet
spirit. And then how cordial was the welcome
that awaited him how happy was Dacre as he
romped with his children on the lawn and
how proud of the gentle being who shared his
joy at the long-promised visit of his friend !
" You have greatly improved this place, Da
cre it is impossible to conceive a fairer scene.
How gracefu'ly blended are theae flowers with
that green-bowery looking wilderness in the
back-ground ; it is like a fairy land."
"Yes," said Mrs. Dacre, "and created by
the magical wand of Affection, aided by the
fairy Goodwill."
" Mary made all these pretty flowers grow,"
said the lovely girl insinuating her little hand
into het mother's" Mary does every ihing
that is nice."
" Your portfolio boasts some exquisite paint
ings," said Clifford, as he turned over the leaves.;
I did not know you wre so line an at list."
" They are indeed beautiful," replied Mrs.
Dacre, " but 1 may not claim the merit thai
belongs to Maiy."
At this moment dinner was announced, and
he could only (yonder who Mary was. In his
bedroom some bold spirited drawings attracted
his attention, and his eye quickly detected the
name of Marv in the corner ; all .ju tho room
bespoke female taste and consideration, and
Dacro had said all had been arranged by Mary.
Some of Dacie's occupations were too common
place for the somewhat fastidious Clifford, and
he delighted in solitary rambles"; in one of these
he passed a neal cottage ; the gay flowers in
the Utile garden before it arrested his steps,
and he paused to admire ihe deep crimson
stocks, and ihe beautiful double wall flower of
ten seen in such perfection in the cottage gar
den of . An agrd woman invited him to
rest in her humble dwelling.
" Take this seat, sir," said she, pointing to
one whose very look bespoke comfort and ease ;
" I suffer a great deal from rheumatis, and Miss
Mary from ihe Great House sent me this chair."
Clifford seated himself in it.
" Oh ! she's a nice' lady, so free and kind ;
she brought me these worsted stockings her
self," continued the garrulous dame, putting out
a foot not exactly a prototype of Taglioni's.
Clifford had a Byronic passion for the name
of Mar), and it had come upon his ear ho often
in his brief sojourn at Woodlands, that he be
gan to feel quite a sensation when it was named,
and no small curiosity to see her who had a
right to the title.
But it was the first of September, and guns,
dogs, and birds, were formidable rivals to the
unknown Mary. The sky was clear the air
bland the birds, " those fairy-formed and many-coloured
things," sung gaily and the stream
looked pure and bright, as it " broke into dim
ples and laughed in the sun." Clifford and
Dacre were outeatly, and with a quick eye
and sure aim, returned laden wiih the spoil.
Dacre lingered behind to give some directions,
.and as Clifford crossed "the lawn, ho heard the
gay laugh of children, and the tones of the most
musical voice mingling with theirs. He paused
to listen the sounds came nearer, and tn a
moment he was in ihe midst of tho group.
"Oh ! Mary is come home dear, sweet Mary
and we are so happy burst from the lips of
the delighted young one?.
Clifford was slightly embarrassed, but seeing
Dacre, he said, " V i 1 1 you come and introduce
me to this lady, who I presume boasts some
other name than my favourite one of Mary V
0 yes, her name is Dacre; the orphan child
of my poor brother Frederick," he added iu a
lower tone ; " and this, .Mary, is my old friend
Clifford, of whom you have heard honorable
mention. But tell me how are the Powells and
Grace, and how came you home so early ?"
" To answer your last question first, Grace
drove me in the pony-chaise to park gate and
wo had such a delightful ride, every thing
looked so fresh, it seemed to have the charm
of novelty. I had been as happy as a bird ; but
I began to long for my dear dulce domnm, and a
romp with my darling pets," said Mary, as she
stooped to kiss the children.
When Clifford descended to the breakfast
room, Mary was seated at tho table, and as he
entered she was talking in a cheerful tone to
Mrs. Dacre, whose simple matronly cap and
fair gentle face, contrasted sweetly wiih the
profusion of dark brown curls which hung in
beautiful luxuriance over the more animated
countenance of her companion.
"Our truant has returned at last," said his
hostess, and she tells me you have met."
The brow of Mary Dacre was a sweet clear
page, where you might read all that passed in
her kind and noble heart, Her beauty did not
fascinate for a moment, but it attracted by its
gtace and intelligence; it was a face to gaze on
and return to, to flit across "tho minds' eye,"
haunt you at all hours, unbidden and unexpect
ed; in fact she was a dangerous invader of the
rights of bachelors-hip, and Cliford, scarcely re
sisting the fair assailant, found tho strong holds
of celibacy one by one giving away, and each
stern srininnl thai hniierio guarded ihe avenues
of his heart, deserted his post.
"l'hai folly!" thought he, as ho stood gaz
ing on the light form of Maiy, as she tiijled
like a wood nymph over the lawn, "to fancy so
voung and fair a creature would ever mingle
her fate wiih mine, nothing but love, the purest
and profoundesl could ever tempt me lb marry;
and then I must have equal devotion one who
should share my aspirings ifter belter things
than eanh can ofler, ajid r-ympailiize in all my
hopes. l.i is folly, rank folly, and gregiyu. ;
vanity, to imagine she could ever lore me ihtis."
But Mary was not insensible to the polished
manners and winning gtace of her uncle's friend,
nor did the delicate attention he paid, or the
friendly interest he evinced for her, pass unap
preciated. Agreeable first impressions facili
tate intercourse amazingly, and is one aston
ished what progress love makes in a country
house, where communion is unfettered and free.
"And so we are going to have a dinner-party
to-day," said Clifford to Mary, as she was
gathering flowers for the vases; "how 1 wish
it was over 1 hate such affairs."
"I see you are spoiled," said Mary, laughing;
"you have been petted by my aunt, praised by
my uncle, till you really are beyond bearing."
" Who are coming ?"
" A great many agreeable people."
"Country squires mostly are they will talk
of the corn law3 and tilhes, and the pedigree of
their horses, and other interesting "sayings and
doings." " Will you tell me any of their
names Vy
" Sir Edward and Ladv Talbot; he, grave
and sedate; 6he, all sparkle and sauvity. Mr
mm
" , .
and ihe four Miss Arnolds; he a clever, shrewd
man of the world; his daughters worthy of such
a sire. Pretty, accomplished, and sing and
play enchantingly ; Lord Lucas, fond of the
"feast," though not of "reason," he is a bache
lor," continued Mary, archly, 'therefore I must
be merciful to him. Then Mr. and Mrs. Pow
ell, my Powell's two sons, and dear graceful
Grace beauty, wit, and goodness enough in
her own dear self, to make the dullest dinner
charming."
" Does your enthusiasm extend to the whole
family? asked Clifford, assuming an indifference
ho did hot feel.
0 yes; indeed, I wear them all in my heart
of hearts.'
Clifford was satisfied.
You cannot imagine how much ore may be
extracted from such folks as 'these seem to hold
in contempt,' continued Mary, by the exercise
of a very lmle moral alchemy;-will you try
I will do anything for you.'
Well, be thankful then for this peiiito histo
rette you ought, for I had scarcely left ten
minutes for the graces.' And away-she ran,
laden with flowers looking, as Clifford thought, !
ihe very personificatioriof Flora '
Your niece is very lovely,' said Clifford, a
day or two after the above conversaiion, break
ing a long silence, and thus indicating the cur
rent of his thoughts.
1 Yes,' replied Dacre, 'pretty and portionless;
my poor brother was ever heedless of the fu
ture, and he left her little beside his blessing;
but I cannot talk of that even to you, Frank.'
Clifford spoke of his protracted visit. 'I have
been here six weeks ! surely never did time
pass so rapidly.'
'You must not, my dear fellow, think of go
ing yut-, we have all been so happy in your so
ciety.' Clifford wondered if Mary was included in
that imperial pronoun We. Another and an
other week flow on, and still he lingered: he
was less cheerful and when alone on his wan
derings, which became more frequent, he felt
life flat, void, fruitless but ever in his musings
he imagined a bright, fair vision, which he be
lieved was the only charm required to make it
very difierent he became decided that love
was not all a delusion an airy nothing spark
ling but to make the gloom more apparent at its
vanishing. 'Mary! he softly breathed, and, as
if she had heard the scarcely uttered sound, a
turn of the path brought her to his side.
How fresh all things look,' she exclaimed;
how pleased and glad nature appears! listen to
the matin song of the birds, is u not sweet mu
sic, is ii not all delightful ?
'It is lovely, but n is someihing brighter than
all that makes ii appear blight to me!'
Need we go on, or say how beyond 'all count
of time' that morning walk was extended, or
how Mrs. Dacre forebore a reproof when they
entered long after luncheon, or how Mr. Dacre
smiled when Clifford said,
"How noiseless falls the foot of time
That only treads on flowers,"
and smiled still more when he asked for ten
minutes chat in the library Mary in ihe inte
rim, with eyes overflowing with tears, whose
source did not spiing from wop, was quite con-
fidential with' Mrs. Dacre; and ii would have
been difficult to have found a more happy par'y
than thai which met at tho dinntr-hour that
day.
But spring has come, with all its green buds,
and every blade of grass is full of fragranct?,
and the air is 'making sweet music, while the
young leaves dance; and Mary, wiih a tearful
eye and smile like a sunbeam has piNt received
the nuptial blessing. In the primitive looking
church where her vows were registered, ihurw
were no inspiring painting no goiluc aisles,
sparkling shrines, or delicate carving.; but af
ter life how dear was ihe memory of thai hum
ble sanctuary where Mary Dacro had become
a bachelor's Bride. E. S. F.
A Skeleton Head on a Living Body
The European papers papers cont.iin somo
wonderful (lungs. Among them is the follow
ing ;
Paris is horror-red just now, with the detail
of a surgical disclosure, showing the ground of
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pereu through ihe noble circles ul fcitiropp. li
has been credibly asserted for a year past, that
there was shut tip in a Hotel at Berlin, a young
Polish Countess, immensely rich, and wanting
a husband, but who had a drawback, (or rather
the make-d raw-back) of a skeleton head upon an
otherwise healthy body I The siory has been
somewhat doubted, but a celebrated surgeon,
Drieffenbach, has lately published an account
which we condense as follows :
On a certain evening three persons called ,ou
this celebrated practitioner. An Italian and a
Polish gentleman came forward, leaving a veil
ed lady in the back-ground. On the retirement
of the other two, the incognitia timidly looked
around, advanced hesitatingly, and finally un
covered her head. A man whose profession
was to look on horrible scenes was not likely
to be easily moved, but from what now met his
sight, he started back with a scream of fright
and horror. A grimacing skeleton, wiih the
bones of tho head scarcely covered with a red
dish epidermis, stood before him. The tongue
lay entirely visible, and all ihe passages of tho
no'se and throat without a covering. In the at
tempt to speak, the tongue played like a serpent.
j half protruding from a corpse. The eyelid
i were turned inside out, and of the upper jaw
there remained but a small portion entirely de
prived of teeth.
Such was.the portrait of a lady of eighteen,
daughter of ono of the most brilliant and weal
thy families of Europe, who had been to this
degree a victim of scroffula !
The Surgeon goes on to narrate that he could
not, at midnight, when this interview took place,
stand wilhout almost intolerable dread before
this frightful appnration, but she at last attempt
ed to speak to him. It was an appalling at
tempt at utterance. She could make no artic
ulation that he could understand but she pointed
with frantic vehemence at his nose. He at
last comprehended that she wished a surgical
supply of this member to her denuded face, bu:
he shook his head in despair. The scene of
abandonment to grief which immediately fol
lowed, was, ho declares, wholly indescrible.
She threw herself on the floor in an agony of
convulsive despair.
The Surgeon departed next day for Vienna,
and thither the lady followed him. Another
interview, with her and some of hor relatives,
ended iu his giving his attention to see what
could be done. He called together a few me
chanical artists, and the fiml result was a falsso
palate and set of teeth which enabled her to
chew and articulate distinctly. After a few
months more, he succeeded in drawing the skin
over a frame nose, and finally he has sent her
into the world, nol beautiful but at the samn
lime not hideous. She frequents, balls and ope
ras wilhout a veil, and by the aid of flowers in
her hair and other adornments, passes without
attracting extraordinary notice in public. It is
said to be one of the greatest triumphs ever at
tained in the surgical and mechanical, arts.
The lady's hand is now open to compeiiou.
Mr. Barntim, of the iNew Yoik Museum, it
is said, has sent home $14,000, as the proceeds
of but six weeks exhibition of Tom Thumb.
Tho aggregate of profits made by him out of
that unfortunate little monstrosity, U not far
from a hundred thousand dollars.