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From the New York Tribune.
A Farewell to Ole Bull.
Br ANKR C. LYNCH.
There was a fountain in my heart
Whose deeps had not been stirred
A thirst for music in my soul
My ear had never heard.
A feeling of the incomplete
To all bright things allied
A sense of something beautiful,
Unfilled, unsatisfied.
But, waked beneath '.h)" master-band,
Those trembling chords have given
A foretaste of that deep, full life
That I shall know in Heaven.
In that resistless spell, for once
The vulture of Unrest, . .
That whets its beak upon my heart,
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Lies, charmed, within my breast. . . .
Pale Memory and flushed Hope forget,
Ambition sinks to sleep ;
And o'er my spirit falls a bliss -
So perfect that I weep. , . " --'
Oh, Stranger!, though thy Farewell; notes
Now on the breeze may sigh
Yet treasured in our thrilling hearts
Their echo shall not die.
Thou'st brought us from thy Northern home
Old Norway's forest tones,
Wild melodies from ancient, lands
Of palaces and thrones.
Take back the ' Prairie's Sojitude,'
The voice of that dry sea;
Whose billowy' breast is dyed with flowers,
Made audible by thee.
Take back with thee what ne'er before
To Music's voice was given
The anthem that Niagara' chaunts
Unceasingly to Heaven.
The spirit of a People waked V
By Freedom's battle-cry
The 'Memory of their Washington'
Their song of victory.
Take back with ihee a loftier Fame,
A prouder niche in Art,
Fresh laurels from our vfrgihisoilj
And take a Nation's heart !
Seven Deadly Sins.
1 Refusing to take a newspaper.
2- Taking a newspaper and jibt payingor it.
3 Not advertising,
4. Getting married without "sending: in the
adding cake." - ' " '
5 Making a printing-office a loafing place.
6 Reading manuscript in the! "hands pf the
r'nnsi'or. '
' Sending an abus!ve.arTdjhre&teniBg' letter.
,n 'be editor. ' ' - . . -
fr the first:andJj!econ4HO.fipnco('.no::absolui
,,n'i can be granted. tThejsfourih ri! ultpardori-""lp-
For the baIaneecdi8pensaiinf,canT 6tly
e received by an especial bull f from the ag-'
ed miyBoston mspln 1 f'r
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STROUDSBUUG, MONROE COUNTY, PA., THURSDAY,
The Three Brides.
A TH RULING STORY.
I'&Da you see," said the sexton, "those three
hillocks yonder, side by side ? There sleep
;hree brides, whoso history I am about to re
late. Look there, sir, on yonder hill you may
observe a Imle desolated house with a strag
gling fence in from, and a few siunted apple
trees on the ascent behind it. It is sadly out
of repair now, and the garden is all overgrown
with weeds and brambles, and the whole place
has a desolate appearance. If the winds were
high now you might hear the cra7.y shutters
flapping against the sides, and the wind tearing
the grey shingles off the roof. Many years ago
ihere lived in that house an old man and his
son, who cultivated the few acres of around
that belong to it.
-The father was a self-taught man, deeply
versed in the mysteries 'of science, and as he
could tell the name of every flower that blos
somed in the wood or grew in the garden, and
used to sit up late at night at his books, or read
ing the mystic slrtry of the starry heavens, men
thought he was crazed or bewitched, arid avoi
ded htm as ihe ignorant ever shun
the giOeil .
and; enlightened. A few there were, and a-; pearance within and without. Roses bloomed
mongst others, the minister, and lawjer and(in ihe garden, jessamines peeped through the
physician of the place, who showed a willing- j laiiices, and the field about it smiled with the
ness to afford, him countenance, but they soon ! effects of careful cultivation. Lights were seen
dropped his acquaintance, for they found the jn the little parlor in the evening; and many
)iu man somewnai reserved and morose, and
moreover their vanitv was wounded on discov
ering the extent of his knowledge.
To the minister ho would quote ihe father
and the Scriptures in the otigiual tongue, and
showed himself well armed with the weapons
'ofrpolemic controversy. Ho astonished the
lawyers with his profound acquaintance wilh
jurisprudence, and the physician was surprised
at the extent of his medical knowledge. So all
of them deserted him, and the minister, from
whom he differed in some trifling point of doc
trine, spoke very slightly of him, and by and bv
looked on the self-educated farmer with eyes, of
! - : 1 n : . j t.r - - ii f i
ttver.-Miu. nc iiiMrucieu ms son in an nis.iore
ni lhf? Inlinnqitpc liinri mm lucinn- txl. !...?' .
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Fenihusiastic son of ihe
isolitar',
. Years rolled away, and the old- man died, j ,f a faIalftv pilrMieu lhis singular man. When
He-died, when a storm convulsed the face of j,he f0se wilhei.eil aj lhe leaf fell in the mel
Nature;when the wind howled' round 'he alumn f lhe v.iar, Adelaide, loo, siekehed
sheltered dwelling, and the lightning played : aml djed hj.e her : eg sis!e r, !' ,ho; aims
auwve u.K anu xw,ugn ne em . neaven
m faith and purity, the vulgar thought and said
that the Evil One had, claimed his own in the
elements. 1 cannot paint to you the grief of
ihe son at this bereavement, ilo was fur a
lime as one distracted. The minister came
and muttered a few cold and hollow phrases in
his ear, and a'few neighbors, Impelled by curi
osity to see the interior of the -old man's dwel
ling, came to ihe funeral. With a proud and
Jofiy look the son stood above the dust and the
dead; in the midst of the band of hypocritical
mourners, with a pang at his heari, but sereni
ty upon his brow. H'o thanked his friends for
lheir kindness, acknowledged their cour esy,
and then strode away from the grave io bury
his grief in the privacy of thedeberted, dwel
ling. He found at last the solitude of ihe mansion
almost insupportable, and he paced ihe ebony I , , . '" , 7 , ,.
,.... . ... . , . . ',!'he bridegroom:- When they-arrived at his
floor from' morning till night, in all The agony of
woe and desolation, vainly importuning heaven
for relief.. Ii came to him first in the. guie of
poetical inspiration. He wro'e -with wonder
ful, ease and power. Page after page came
from" his prolific -pen, almost without an effort ;
and there was a time when he dreamed (vain
fool !) of immortality. Some of his productions
came before the world. They were praised
and circulated, and inquiries set on foot in the
hope .of discovering the author, lie, wrnnpofl
fin 'the. veil of impenetrable obscurity, listened
to the voice of applause, more delicious be
cause it was obtained by siealthv From the
obscurity of-yonder lone mansion, andTrdiiwKi's
region, to send lays which astonished ihe world,'
jWas, indeed? triumph io llie visio'naiy bard.
Hi thi.rstjoj; fame had been gratified, and he
now began to yearn for the companionship ol
some sweet .-being of the other se,v, to share
,with.ihini:ih'e laurels -lie bad wonand to whis
'percouft)laiin in ;u'i'enr in moments -f de-Wndefity-'and'ro'Wpplilie
r.j.awHIcli the
deaThmisVitherhaAodr I'eSv'ould
pjclure to himself the felicity of a refined inter
course with a highly intellectual and beautiful
woman, and as he had chosen for his motto,
"whatever has been done may still be done,"
he did not despair of success.
In this village lived three sisters, all beauti
ful, and. accomplished. , Their names were Ma
ry, Adelaide and Madeline., 1 am far enough
past the age of enthusiasm, but never can I
forget the beauty of these young girls. Mary
was ihe youngest, and a fairer chaired, more
laughing damsel, never danced upon the green
Adelaide, who was a few years older, yas dark
haired and pensive; but of the three, Madeline,
ihe eldest, possessed the most fire, spirit, cul-
livation and int'ellect'uulity. Their father, a)
hum v 1 toi. uiiw vuuvuiliMif nv 111 nwui IIO.V
above vulgar prejudices, permitted the visits of
the hero of my story.- Siill he did not aliogelh
er encourage the aflection which he found
springing tip between Mary and the poet.
When, however, he found thai her affections
were engaged, he did not withhold his consent
from their marriage, and the recluse bore to his
.solitary mansion ihe young bride of his affec-
ijotis. Oh. Mr, ihe bouse assumed a new ap-
'a . time would the passenger pause by the gar
den gate, in listen to strains of the sweetest
music, breathed, by choral voices from the cot-
lage. If the mysterious student and his wife
were neglected by the neighbors, what cared
they I Their enduring and mutual affection
made their home a hi:le paradise. But death j
came to Eden. Marv suddenly . fell sick: and I
after a few hours illness, died in the arms of
her husband and her sister Madeline. This
was the student's second heavy affliction.
Days, month rolled on, and ihe only solace
of ihe bereaved was io sit with the sistets of ihe
deceased and talk of the lost one. To Ade-
aide at length lie offered his widowed heart.
I he bridal w;is um one ol revelry
and tnirih.
i V iKnr ITi tA l.i . . r. 1 1 1- .jT.fl I li a
J. K UIL T II t 'I II' I'l II, OIIU l
they Inert liajipiiy, and the rose
again
' blossomed in ihefr jiarden. But it seemed a.n
u,-hef husband and Madeline
Perhaps you. wiJL think it strange,
J u t
von no
man, thalr after ;al!', the wretched survivor stood
again ai the altar. Madeline! I well remember
her. She was a beauty iiMhe true sett.e of the
word. She might have sat upon a throne and
the, most loyal subject, a proudest peer, would
have sworn the .blood in her veins .descended
from an hundred king. She loved the widow
er for his power and his fame, and she wedded
hm. Tjiey were . married in that church ii
was on a summer afternoon L .recollect it well.
During ihe ceremony the blackest clpud I ever
saw overspr.ead the heavens, and the moment
the-third bride pronounced her vow a clap ofj
thunder shook'ihe building to its centre. Allj
ilie.females shrieked, but the bride herself made J
the response, wiih a steady voice, and her eye I
rrl t q1 a fiorl ivltll n will! iiru ua cllf nn73r1 iirinii
house bhu'stiiik upon the threshold ;' biit this
was lhe timidity of a maiden. When they were
alone, he claped her hand it was cold as ice!
He looked into her face ' Madeline,' said he,
' what means this'? your cheek is as pale as
your wedding gown !'' The bride uttered a
frantic s-hriek.. My' wedding gown!' exclaim
ed she ; ' no, ho,' ihfs is my sinter's ahr.oud ! the
hour of confession ha.i arrived. It is God that
impels me to speak. To win you I lost my
own soul. Yes, ys I am a murderess ! She
smiled" upon me in the joyous affection of her
young' Heart bill I 'gave' her the faial drug !
Adelaide twiiied her while arms abriui my neck,
bul l administered llio poison ! , Take me to
your arms; I have, lost my soul for you, and
mine you must bo !' ,
' And then,' continued he, in a hollow voice,
1 at that moment came the thunder and the fl;ih,
and Jhe-guiliy, woman-fell dead on-' the" floor !'
The-countenance of ihe-narrator expressed all
ho.fell. ' -"bowsl s - !i '-"i' '
' And the bridegroom !' asked IVvihefiuland
DECEMBER 18,a845.
of the destroyer and the(viciirrjs what became
of him?'
' He stands before you !' was the thrilling
answer.
From the Christian Pnrlor Magazine.
The White Rose of ihe ITIianii.
ay Mas, eliza l. echkmerhorn.
During the Indian wars on the western frontier,
the Miami Indians took captive a female child,
whose family name was Slocum. She was adopt
ed into the family of the warrior who took her
captive, and finally married an Indian chief. Af
ter she was the mother ofjseveral children, every
inducement was ineffectually used to persuade her
to return with them to their home, the place of her
nativity. This incident forms the subject of the
following lines.
Let me stay at home in the beautiful West,
Where I played when a child ; in my age let me
rest ;
Where the bright prairies bloom, and the wild wa
ters play, .
In. the home of my heart, dearest, friends, let me
stay.
Oh! here let me stay, where my Chief in the pride
0.a brave warrior youth, wandered forth by my
side ;
Where he laid at my feet, the young hunter's' best
prey;, . ..
Where 1 roamed a wild huntress oh! friends, let
me stay.
Let me stay where the prairies I've' oft wandered
through,
While my moccasins.tbrushed from the flowers
their dew;
Where my warrior would 'pluck the wild blossoms
and say,
His White Rose was the sweetest oh ! here let
me stay.
Oh! here let mo stay, where bright plumes from
the wing
Of the bird, that his arrow had pierced, he would
brins;
Where, in parting for battle, he softly would say,
'Tis to shield thee I fight oh ! with him let me
stay.
Let me stay; though the strength of my" chieftain
is o'er,
Though his warriors he leads to the battle no more;
lie loves through the woods, a wild hunter to stray,
His heart clings to home oh! then, here let him
stay.
Let me stay where, my children in childhood have
played, !
Where through the green forest they often have
strayed ;
They never could bend" to the white man's cold
sway, j
For,their hearts are of fire oh ! here let them stay.
You tell me of leaves of the Spirit that speak,
But the spirit I own, to the bright stars I seek:
In the prairie, the forest, the wateis' wild play
I see Him, I hear Him oh! then let me stay.
Itleditations on an Old CoaS.
-Quacque ipse vidi, .
Et quorum pars magne fur
I hate a new coat. It is like a troublesome
stranger that sticks lo yon most impertinently
wherever you go, embarrass all your motions,
and thoroughly confounds your self-possession.
A man with a new coat on is not at home even
in his own house ; abroad he is uneasy ; he can
neither sit, aland, nor go like a reasonable mor
tal. All men of sense hale new coats, but a fool
rejoiceih in a new coat. Without looking at
his person, you can tell if he has one on. New
coat is written on his face. It hangs like a label
out of his gaping mouth. There is an odious
harmony between his glossy garment and his
senseless, phiz ; a disgusting keeping in the
portrait. Of all vile exhibitions, defend me
from a fool in a new blue coat with brass but
tons ! Avatint, thou blue coat !. Hence, hor
rible substance, broadcloth mockery hence !
Bui come, . thou old coat fair and free ; bo thou
my muse ; be thou my Charon ! Conduct me
to the Elysium of thread-bare essayists, batter
ed beans, and, jobbing taylors, where the geni
us of shreds and patches dwells in some fairy
Monmouih-street, while eternal cabbage.springs
beneath his. feet.
An old coat- is like ah old acquaintance.'
However stiff you may have felt with either ' ai
the first Introduction, time makes-you perfectly
easy, with both ; with both you take equal liber
ties ; you treat neither with ceremony, An ac
cidental breach with either is soon repaired..
An old coat is favourable to retirement and
stiidy. When your coat is old you feel no ten
tle'iic'y io flaunting abroad or to dissipation.
Bu'ffoii, thoy tell us, used to sit down to write
in his dress wig, and tJaydrrto compose in b
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new coal and ruffles. I cannot conceive how
they could manage it. I could, no more write
an article in a new coat than in a strait waistr
coat.
A happy thought, by the way, just strikes
me. You may tell by the manner of an auihor
how he is usually dressed when composing. I
am convinced, that Sir Walter Scott writes in
an old coat. Lord Byron without any coat at
all. Geoffrey Crayon in the ordinary dre?s of
a gentleman, neither new or old. Cobbet in a
coat very often turned. Moore iu a very hand
some brown frock, and nankeen trowsers. Cro
ly in full dress. Leigh Hunt in a night gown,
of fantastic pattern, and somewhat shabby. Mr.
Wordsworth in a frieze jacket and leather gai
ters. The late Mr. Shelly wrote in dread
nought. Coleridge in a careless dress, half
lay, half clerical.
I cannot say that I have so much attachment
to other aged articles of dress as io an old coat.
An old waistcoat is well enough; but old breech
es are treacherous friends, loo apt to desert you
on a pinch ; their friendship rests on a very
slight foundation, and they often fail ihose who
are in need.
Not so an old coal ; it sticks by you to tho
last. With a little care you may wear it for
years, nay, for life. The vulnerable pans of
an old coal are the armpits, the elbows and tho
skirts ; of those you musi be cautious. I re.
member a friend who was rather attached io
gesticulation, and used to elevate his arms to.
an indiscreet height long after his coat had
leached its grand climacteric ; this should be
avoided.
The indifference with which you enter into
all sorts of places and adventures when your
coal is old, your gallant independence of the
weather, your boundless scorn of coaches and
umbrellas, the courage with which you brave
every accident by flood and fi eld, are all con
spicuous advantages in an old coat.
The last benefit 1 shall notice of an old coat,
is, the exercise it affords the genius of the wear
er. Judgement taste and fancy are equally
strengthened by the patching, disguising and.
selling it off to the best advantage. I found a.
friend busily engaged on a blue coat, that to all
appearance, was iu the very last stage of de
crepitude. First, he patched the elbows, &c.r
and strengthened the tottering buttons. Next
came brushing and dusting, a ticklish operation,
let me tell you. Then came watering; your
water' is a sore refresher of your whoreson' old
coal. Then came a second brushing, with a.
soft brush. Then he took a sponge, dipped in
ink mixed wiih vinegar, and rubbed the seam
withal. Lastly, he polished the buttons with a.
piece of soft leather. After all this, the coat
was not be recognized by its most intimate
friends. There was as much difference be
tween it and its former self, as between an old
beau of sixty when he first rises in the morn
ing, bald, grizzled, rough and toothless, and the
very same beau shaved and dressed, with His
false teeth, his painted eyebrows, and new
black wig.
Good Precepts.
We are not lawyers, and charge no fee for'
advice.
Don't kiss your wife while promenading "in
Broadway, at noon.
Never put sulphurate of antimony in a'aher
ry cobbler.
It is good to raise in the world,-, but never
hoist yourself up by the waistband. :
When vou build a castle in tho air, "stand
from under," lest it may fall and crush you.
Keep your jacket on, but mind and don't tear
your linen. r
Do not steal your neighbor's newspaper but
subscribe for one yourself.
Never wind up your waich wiih a piece of
soap. . I f '
Don't pound your corns with a shoemaker'
hammer. ,
Don't. scratch ynur.head with a .currycomb
Never pick' your teeth, with a, crow-bar.
Don't take your soup, with a shovei-
Don't drink more than ten todies at one tim'el
Never sleep wiih your feetoul of thewindow.
Pause and consider, before you set the.North
River on fire. Y. Aurora.
There are no, less than, 9000, different spas
ciea of roses and 50 of pinks.