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A.T lr.i 2 . "OFF C E OF . jil E
Be C f erso u t an, Kepn hi ica sa . ,
, Cheer Uj.-
Never go gloomily man -with a rhind,
Hope is a better companion -than fear,
Providence ever benignant and kind,
-tii - a'. ,- f - i ifi'1U.,r.,
Gives with a smile-.wJiat.you take with a tear; :
All will be rightj .. ;
Look to the light,T
Morning is ever thd daughter of night, -All
that is black will Bs all tliat'is briglit,'
Cheerily,, cheerily then! cheer up.!
-Many a foe. is a friend in disguise,
Many a sorrow a blessing most true,
Helping the heart to be 'happy and wise,
WhH lore ever precious" and joys ever new
- Stand in the van V Ff(, .
Strive like a man;!;
This is the brav.est Sid.clcverest plan,
Trusting in God while yob do what you can,
.Cheerily, cherily then 1. cheer up !
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Trori. the llevcrles'of a Bachelor.
Allies: S-zmfyizzff BesoInSso::.
After all, thought I, ashes follow blaze, in
evitably as Death follows Life. Misery treads j
on the heels of Joy; Anguish rides swift after
Pleasure. . . j
"Come to me again, Carlo," said 1, to my .
dog; and I patted him fondly once more, but
now ,only. by.the-light of the;dying4.mbers.
It is very little pleasure- onex takes in fond-
ling brute favorites j-Tuit" 'it - tsr-a pleasuer
that when if passes, loaves lid void.. It is on-;
ly a little alleviating redundance-in your sol-;
itary heart-life, which if lost, anotlier. can be .
.. time is leu out mis time you. are too laie.
But if your heart, not solitary not quiet- i gJie is onc gha cannot hear-you; she can
ing' its htnncfs with mere Ibve of chase, or not lhank you for the violets you put with-dogrr-Bot
repressing, year. after,, its 'earnest; in her-stiff; white hand.
Jqa3?after BomelhinS belter, and more! And l,'ien the grassy mourid-the cold sha-
spiritual lias lainy'iinKed itseir i.y poncis
trongras life, to another hearts-Is the.casliiig
off easy, then?., ., , ., . .. -
Is it then only a little heart-redundancy
cutoff; which the "next bright, sunset will fill
UP ' j
And my facy, as it had painted doubt un- j
der the smoke, and cheer under warmth of;
the maze, so now it began under the taint
light of the smouldering "ember5j ito..picture
heart-desolation.
What kind 'pongratulatory letters,
hosts of them, coming, from old and half-forgotten
friends, nowthatour "happiness is a
year, or two yea'rs'oTH! ' ' ' !"
"Beautiful'5;.' . " ' , '
- rAye, to be sure, beautiful !
"Rtch." . . . m.
Pho, the dawdler ! how little he
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knows ofhea
r. ; .-'fu'"1 ' t-'"'- f ... .wt.
f heart-treasure,1 who speaks.of wealth
' S1 s' t'i '1-1 -r- "' u 11
i who lores jhis -wife-, as a -wife should
to a man
only be loved'!. )
'Vnnnir."
fa" .
-w- -Youngnndecd: gDilclj-SS ; as. infancy;
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charming as the-morning. - ' i
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Ah, these letters bear'a stmg; they bring
, ... ' l- 'i.A'Ti f. c-,
to mind, with new, and newer freshness, if it ,
be possible, the value of that, whichfyou .trein- - J '
ble lest you lose. j ' . . . "
Howanondr vou watch ahat step-wf it 1 And' now Wlth lns Pale E,ster in the ravC'
lose not its "buoyancy; How vou study the col- ihat Jo ve 'lms come aWQy from thc ,nound'
or 6n that check, if it grow'not fainter; Hoiv;'AVhere worms feast' and centera on' the ho?'
tMmMn . .t i . - i . t' How you watch the storms lest they harm
VflH lrPtrinLP HI t in nctrn in t n, PVPS 11 IT J -
be not the lustre of Death ; How you totter ,
under the weight of that muslin sleeve-a '
phantom weight!.Howyou feartodoit,and
yet press orwrd, to note if that breathing be
quickened, as- vou ascend .the home-heights,
to look off ori sunset lighting the plain. r"eu aJlu "-'"' ".
Is you? sleep, quiet sleep, after .tW she tli breathing be regular and sweet!
has' whispered,, you her fears, and in theJ , 1Jut da mes-the..night rather
same breath-soft ag a flghfharptas an ar- when you can catch.no breathing,
row-bid youbear it brav6.y'? ' ' Aye pUt y0Ur ir'awaX-compose your-
Tj-i, . i ; - you self listen again.
fresher, a little kindling.-before the ashes
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she triumphs pver.djsease
But, Poverty, the Worlds afmoner, has
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come to you with reidy, sparp hand. 1 18 1,01 -vour T V 7 . ' " "
-i Alone, .with .your Jog living on hones, and 3 is- your loy?d b s fehead that is 30
you, on hope-Lkindling each morning, dying C0W alld ryr Ioved boy nver 10
glbWly each-'night-.this could be borne. Phi- '9" agaipho ia dead! .
lo-opby Ypuld-hrpg home itsstores to the I &h the lrS-the tears ; mhafc blessed
loneman . . Money, is. not -in his hand, but UlinBs are t6arsi everfear mvht0 ,et them
Knowledge- is-in'M. brain'! andirora that'fullon l"s forehead,-or-his lip, lest you awa
brain.liedraws.o.ut faster, as he draws slower hc Iiim- Clasp liirn-ciasp him Ijarder
trom his pocket: He remembers: and on r.e-
memorance
The
fancies,
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used
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not in dread, but in 'cdm'panionshfp. His'
lie-can liveior davs.-and wnnks. y-ML" aowu, guuuy yi -.; wf'v,
rmrfirll JWXSt ,:k . he is Rtiffi" h h sLirk and.cold. '. .
o -"v." "." ' i-ii xii :. jj ' -jfi nr ,s."F t" ii.--. --. i
.Vnel'Sft-lv 'him j.m coVlge. is elastic ;.,is is opr pr.iu,c. 11
i " .. . ;.--,! i l- I1 U-1--, Mluuo'f ...-.
io.ram-peltinggr. )nd.1iis dog crouches '-oAta- 1 1 P ?Mn hfr, nir.,; ' '
' frr i-JK'KiMr. 7.."V poAvn Xltrflf V,rA rWiifr it f inn t iPRfll
crust he divides with him, and laughs. He
crown's" Himself with glorious memories of
of the prisoned, and homeless Gallileo.
He hums old sonnets, and snatches of poor
Johnson S plays.
He chants Drydeh's odes,
and dwells on Otway's rhyme. ' He reasons
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-------.---- m lUgvuw, uu uuu.u.
j mnta nun, aim luuyna ut ih wurju , lur uiu
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Worldj'thanlr Heaven, has left him alone!
Keep your money, old misers, and. your
palaces, old princes the world is mine !
I earn. not. iFYirtiine. what vou me rlenv
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i ou cannot rob me ot tree nature's grace,
you cannot shut the windows of the sky:
You cannot bar mi' cionsidnt feet to trace
The" woods and lawns, by living streams,
at eve ;
! Let health, my nerves and finer fibres brace,
Anil I, their toys, to the great children, leave ;
! Of Fancy, Reason, Virtue, naught can me
I bereave!
But if not alone !
If he is clinging to ypu for support, for con
solation, for home, : for life she,' reared in
luzury perhaps, is faint for bread? -
Then, the iron enters the soul ; then the ;
nights' darken tinder any sky light. Then I
the d&3s grow long, even in the solstice of
Winter.
She may not complain; what then ?
Will your heart grow strong, if the strength
, of her love can dam up the fountains of tears, '
and the tied tongue -not tell of bereavement 1
Will it solace you to find her parting.' the
poor treasure of food you have stolen for her, '
with begging, foodlcss children!
J 13ut this ill, strong hands, and HcaVcn's
j help, will put down. Wealth' again; Flow-'
ers again ; Patrimonial acres again ;4 Bright-'
! ness again, liutyour little Uessy.-your n.
! yoritc child, is pining.
Would to God ! you say in agony, that
wealth couii bring fullness again into that!
blanched cheek, or round those little thin
ijps once more; but it cannot. Thinner and
thinner they grow; plaintive and more plain-
tivc her sweet voice.
"Dear Bessy" and your tones tremble;
vou feel that she is on the edrc of the ";rae.
Can vou, piuck iier "back Can endearments
stay hcrj business is heavy, away from the
ovcd chid. home) you go to fondIe while yet j
do7 of bead-stone!
The .wind, growing witli the night, is rat
tling at the window-panes, and whistles dis-1
raally. I wipe a tear, and in the internal ofi
pveverjCj thank. God, that 1 am no such
mourner.
jjut gaicly snaji-f00ted, creeps back to the
household. All is briVht arrain;
-rthe violet bed's not -sweeter
Than the delicious breath marriage sends forth.
Her lip is rich and full; her cheek delicate
as a flower. Her frailty doubles your love.
And the little one she clasps frail too too
frail ; the boy you' had set your hopes and
heart on. You have watched him growing, I
ever prettier, ever winning more and more
! upon your soul. The love you bore to him ,
when ho firetl"Pl names-yqur name and j
I I -1- L.1-1 - k 1 -t . I I
ers has doubled in strength now that he
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asks innocentiv to be taughtof this, or that,
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and promises you by that quick curiosity that
j flashes In his eye, a- mind full of intelligence.
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Jlood, that he perhaps may have had which 1
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unstrung your soul to such tears,.as you pray
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God may be spared you' again has endeared;
to.
him! Ho w ofren 'ou stcal t0 Ilis bed late at i
njShl and la3' J'our hahd UP011 thei
brow, vlierc the curls cluster thick, rising;
and' WnS with the throbbing temples, and &
"nutes together, the little lips j
IMo. thpro is nnthinnr!
Put' your hand how to his brow-i-damp ip-
j i u... L.'.tt. iw'll.r..t t '
" 7"1 utu.u, igm-ueep:
7$ cannot Imrt )'ou canq". wahen. nun :
xet mto'a blaze again
But courage, and paticnce, and faith, and.
hope have their limit. Blessed be the man
who escapes such trial as will determine limit!
To a lone man it comes not near; for how
can trial take hold where there is nothing by
which to try?.
A funeral 7
You reason with philosophy.,
You read Hervey and muse
A friend dies ? You sigh,
A grave-yard 1
upon the wall.
you pat your dog it is over. Losses ? You
retrench you light your pipe it is forgot
ten. Calumny? You laugh you sleep.
But' with that childless "wife clinging to
you in love and sorrow what then ?
' Can you take down Senaca now, and coolly
blow the dust from the leaf-tops ? Can you
crimp!yoiir Hp with Voltaire? Can you smoke
idly, your feet dangling with the ivies, your
thoughts all waving fancies upon a-churchyard
wall a wall that borders the grave of
your, boy ?
Can you amuse yourself by turning stinging
Martial into rhyme ? Can you pat your dog,
and seeing him wakeful and kind, say, " it is
enough ?" Can you sneer at calumny, and
sit by your fire dozing ?
Blessedjthought I again, is the man who es
capes such trial as will measure the limit of
patience and the limit ofcourage !
But the trial comes; colder and colderwere
growing the embers.
That wife, over whom your love broods, is
fading. Not beauty fading; that, now that
your heart is wraped in her being, would be
nothing.
She sees with quick eye your dawning ap
prehension, and she tries to make that step
of hers elastic.
Your trials and your.loves together have
centered your affections. They are not now
as when- you were a loan man, wide spjad
and superficial. They have caught from do
mestic attachment a finer ton,e and touch.
They cannot shoot out tendrils into bar
ren world-soil and suck up thence strength
ening nutriment. They have grown under the
forcing-glass of home-roof, they will not now
bear exposure.
You do not uow look men in the face as if
a heart-bond was linking you as if a com
munity that monopolizes your feeling. When
the heart lay wide open, before it had grown
upon, anihclosed ar&dd particular objects,
it could take strength and cheer, from a hun
dred connections that now seem colder than
ice.
And now those particular objects alas for
you ! are failing.
What anxiety pursues you ! How you
struggle to fancy there is no danger ; how
she struggules to persuade you there is no
danger.
How it grates now on your ear the toil
and turmoil of the city ! It was music when
when you were alone ; it was pleasant even,
when from the din you were elaborating com;
forts for the cherished objects ; when you had
such sweet escape as evening drew on.
Now it maddens you to see the world care
less while you are steeped in care. They
hustle you in the street ; they smile at you
across the table; they bow carelessly over the
way ; they do not know what canker is at your
heart.
The undertaker comes with his bill for the
dead body's funeral. He knows your grief;
he is respectful. You bless him in your soul;
You wish the laughing street-goera were all
undertakers.
Your eye follows the physician as he leaves
your house; is he wise? you ask yourself; is
he prudent ? is he the best ? Did he never
fail is he never forgetful ?
And now the hand that touches yours, is it
no thinner no whiter than yesterday ? Sun
ny days come when she revives ; color comes
back ; she breathes freer ; she picks flowers ;
she meets you with a smile; hope lives again.
But the next day of storm she is fallen.
She cannot talk even ; she presses your hand.
Vou hurry away from business before your
time. What matter for clients who is to
reap the rewards? What matter for fame
whose. eye will it brighten ? What matter
for riches whose is the inheritance it
You find her propped with pillows; she is
looking over a little picture-book, bethumbed
by the dear boy she has lost She hides it in
her chair; she has pity on you.
Another day of rival, when the spring
sun shinqs, and flowers open outof the doors;
she leans on your arm, and strolls into the
garden where the first birds are singing.
Listen to them with her ; what memories are
in bird-songs ! . You need not shudder at her
tears they are tears of Thanksgiving. Press
the hand that lies light upon your .arm, and
you, too, thank Goi, while yet you may !
You are early at 1iome mid-afternoon.
Your step-is not light; it is heavy, terrible.
They have sept lor ypu.
She is lying down ; her, eyes half closed ;
her breathing long and interrupted.
She hears you; her eye opens; you put your
hand in hers; yours trembles; h.rs does not.
Her lips move ; it, is your panic.
" Be strong," she says " God will help
you !"
She presses harder your hand: "Adieu !"
A long-bieath another; you are alone a
gaip. No.tears-now 5 poor, man ! You can
not find them ! ,
: Again home early. There is a smell
of varpish in your house. A colfin is 'there ;
they have clothed the body in decent grave
clothes, and the undertaker is screwing, ijown
the lid, slipping round, on tip-Joe. Does lie
fear to waken- her .
"He asks you a simple- question about 'the
inscription ppon the plate, rubbing it with hi
coartcufft , Ypujppkjjiii! straight in the. eye;
you motion to tljp.dopr ; ypu darp. not spqak. .
f Ife takes up his hat'und glides but steiiltli
fulasacat, & ' ' .
The man has done his work well for all.
It is a nice coffin a very nice coffin !. Pass
yqur hand over it how smooth ! ;
Some sprigs of mignionette are lying care
lessly in a little gilt-edged saucer. She loved
mignionette.
It is a good staunch table; you are a house
keeper a man of family !
Aye, of family ! keep down outcry, or the
nurse will be in. Look over at the pinched
features ; is this all that is left of her ? And
where is your .heart now ? No, don't thrust
your nails into your hands, nor mangle your,
lip nor grate your teeth together. If you
could only weep !
Another day. The coffin is gone out.
The stupid mourners have wept what idle
tears! She, wjth your crushed heart, has
gone out !
Will you have pleasant evepings at your
htSme now.
Go into your parlor Uiat your prim, 'house
keeper has made comfortable with clean hearth
and blaze of sticks.
Sit down in your chair; there is another
velvet-cushioned one, over against yours-emp-ty,
You press your fingers on your eye-balls, as
if you would press out something that hurt
the brain ; but you cannot. Your head leans
upon your hand ; your eyes rest upon the
flashing blaze..
Ashes always come after blaze.;
Go now into the room where she was sick
softly, lest, the prim housekeeper come af
ter.. They have put new dimity upon her chair;
they have hung new curtains over thebed.T
Thpy have removed froni the stands its phials,
and silver bell ; they have put a little vase of
flowers, in their place; the perfume will not
offend the sick sense now. They have open
ed the window, that, the room so long closed
may have air. It will not be too cold.
She is not there.
- Oh, God! Thou who, dost temper the
wind to the shorn lamb be kind !
'The enibers were dark ; I stirred them;
there was no sign of life. My dog was asleep.
The clock in my tenant's chamber had struck
one. v
I dashed a tear or two from my eyes ; how
they came there I know not. I half ejacula
ted" a prayer of thanks, that such desolation
had not yet come nigh me; and a prayer of
hope that it might never come.
In a half-hour more, I was sleeping sound
ly. My reverie was ended.
From the Louisville Journal.
' -A Pedasjai,
' N ERECTED IX Itd-iOI- OF
HENRY. CLAY, .
To be read, commencing at either the base or.apex,
His'e ,
To the skies.
Sublimely great,
Surmounting hate,
. Oh. gloriouJlHy.
' ' W'Un can repay
v. , The el .
Rare conservator,
Hles.s'd mediator,
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riA' .
r, ' 'Contending ever, . I ' : :
Fullering never, .
Foremost m fight,1 " ,
Battling for right, "
Constant in action, .
Despising faction, .
Thee! noble Harry ol the West,
ShrineiUn each patriotic breast,
We proudly hail, ana oft exulting claim
Kentucky's favored son, sated with fame,
When dangers lower the only hope of all
In peace, the object of envenomed gall,
Sublimelv standing 'mid each party storm
Unmoved"; immocablc vve're marlfd thy form
Now curbing factions as thev wrangle wrongly,
Uniting now our federal ties moi'c strongly,
Like some bold beacon cliff 'mid storms grown gray
Stemming the angry flood, we view thee, Henry Clay.
Elktdn, Todd co., Ky. JOHN HOl'LEY.
Picture o Bistrc'ss ica BreSiiiid.
Mr. W. H. Levan has been Tisitin
Europe and contributing letters to the
Berks and Schuylkill Journal. A late
number of that paper contains rt picture
of the "worst part of Ireland." We sub
join it :
That ride, from Marlow to the lakes
of Killarney, was one of the most melan
choly days of my foreign travel. Of en
closures, walls, hedges, or of regular di
visions of the fields, I could discover uoth
ing worthy of the name, and of pretty
gardens, fruit trees, or even flower beds
I found none. Instead of cheerful farm
houses,-1 saw fallen huts and ruined cot
tages. As often as we stopped I survey
ed, the interior houses, which excited my
astonishment. Sometimes I had no oc
casion to get off the coach, .for from my
elevated seat I could perceive through
the ho'es of the roofs the interior of the
dwellings we passed. Those who have
never been in Ireland may think I am
coloring the picture which I am about to
give. To such, if they arc not devoid of
human feoliug, I could wish 110 greater
punishment' than to force them to travel
through the counties of Kerry, Cork, Tip
perary, &c. But theyitcll me I Visited the
worst part of Ireland. Thank God if it
is-BOj for -I little thought -so much wretch
edness could or did. cxhit in this bright
world of onrs. I never met with a n.ore
hospitable, generous, witty people than
the Irish. But thc wretchedness of the
great mass of the population is utterly
beyond description. I have been into cab
ins dug out of the bog, with no walls,
but the peat mud in which they have been
excavated : with the roof of turf and
straw and wator standing in puddles on
tho out side, without chimney, window,
door floor, bed, chair, table, knife or
forfi fche whole furniture consisting 01 01 sanu was consuming, uy mis siowm.iu
so'mc straw to lie down upon, a pot to 06, until there was not a grain of it left,
boil, the potatoes in, a tin cup to drink
out.of, aud.a wieker-buaKet to taite up
the potatoes after they are boiled-, which
is' set down in the middle of the floor,
andrparoiits and' children squirt down ori
the ground, anH'cSftjfeii'food'witlf 'their
fipger,s,' sometimes v(l salt, .but oftener
wifliouf.And this is literally the whole
of their 'living, day after day, and. year
after year,, excepting that on Christmas
day they contrive to get a little piece of
meat and a bit of bread.
Ypu will be curious to know whether I
have seen many living so ? Yes, hun
dreds hundreds ? aye thousands . I
could hardly credit my own senses-, until
I went into the cabins, and felt my way
in thc smoke and darkness, and actually
put my hand on the turf sides. Hero
they all lie down, parents and children,
brothers and sisters, on the straw at night
huddled together, literally naked, with
oftentimes the ass or the horse, in the
same room. It may perhaps sound strange
but it is not thc less true, that the Irish
man feeds his pig quite as well as his chil
dren. It is admitted into his cabin-in
which it lives. It has its coi'ner, as thc
children have theirs. On the pig rest
the best hopes of every poor Irish peasant,
for it frees him from his greatest load of
anxiety " The pig pays the rent," is
the expression you hear constantly re
peated. If you hurt a pig they say, "Let
the poor thing alone, it pays the rint for
us," or if you praise one, "yes, it is a use
ful beast, it is our rint," That source of
ail tiic poor irishman s cares.
Thc high rent which he has to pay to
some lord, who perhaps squanders his
thousands in London yearly, is the worst
of his earthly sorrows.
The distance from Marlow to Killar
ney is about forty miles, yet thc whole
distance I did not find a village, nay not
even a single, 1 will not say regular, but
even a tolerable human habitation. We
stopped to dine, but the sight of the house
(?) took away my appetite. Although I
am not over fastidious, I always like to
know what I eat. The landscape was
eveiy where bare, and devoid of foliage
of any kind ; the color of the land was
the most nielancholyin the world, name
ly, brown, and dirty red or lilack. It
was all peat and moor, and even a rising
ground afforded an extensive prospect
still nothing was to be seen but a greater
extent of peat and rhbor, yet more barren,
rocks, bleak: mountains, and ruined cab
ins. When I asked what had become of
the inmates of those ruined cabins, the
answer would invariably be, "starved or
gone to America." It made me melan
choly to travel through this country. But
how much more melancholy must it be,
to live there dependant on a hard master,
and, moreover the father of a row of rag
ged children !
Now if 3Tou take the wages of an Irish
laborer to be as at present, sixpegooa day,
and suppose his wife earns in addition
fourpence, daily and upon this pittance
they and theit family can exist we have
for th year three hundred working 'days,
a total product of three thousand pence,
or twelve pounds about sixty dollars
as thc income upon which a laborer's fam
family support life. But if we calculate
the days many numbered of care and
anxiety, on which no work is to be liad :
if we take these into account, the income
of the poor Irishman, whose labor is his
only means of support, must be still con
siderably lessened.
The coach was continually surrrounded
by beggars. Sometimes they would fol
low for miles, with the most piteous ap
peals for alms : " Good luck your hon
or, something for a poor man to-day, and
may thc Lord carry you home safe," or
" for the love of God, something for a
poor blind woman to keep herself and
ten children from starving." Such were
a few of thc petitions that were made to
us for charity. The German gentleman
had been to Italy, but he told mc there
was ho wretchedness therein comparison
to what we had witnessed that day.
We arrived at Killarney at ten o'clock
at night, where we were surrounded by
a crowd of people awaiting our arrival.
It reminded mc of my reception at Bou
logne, where a babel of voices and the
pressure of the multitude give you ah i
dea that you arc about being plundered
or carried off nolens vokns at themercy
of the most stalwart among them. Here
jaunting cars from different hotels await
the coach to convey you to any one you
may have fixed upon. I was recommen
ded to the "l.oyal Victoria Hotel," "ded
icated to the Queen by her most gracious
Majesty's special permission," at the foot
of the lakes, " patronized by thc Nobili
ty and Gentry of the United Kingdom,"
and I can assure you I was fully compe
tent to do justice to an excellent supper,
after travelling from six in the morning
until ten at night without having eaten a
meal.'
Wlaici-i Would You Choose?
Supposing the body of the . earth were
a great mass or ball of thc finesf; sand,,
and that a sipgle grain or particle of this
'sand should be aunihilateduvery thousand
Wears. Supposing then that your choice to
bchappy all the while this prodigious -mass
on condition you was to be miserable ior
ever after; or supposing that you might
be hannv forever, after, on condition you
k'ould lie miserable until, the whole. mass'
Qt sanu were tnus annimr.iu-u, ... iuuic
of one sand, in 'a. thousand) years.-1 -.
wliicli'of'ti-ese two cass 'would you make!
your choice s
jFrohi thc y. Y! Home Journal.
liossutliN Praj'or on Hie Grave
of those vJio had fallen ittHa
polna. Those readers who have with some in
terest pursued the glorious struggle of
thc Hungarians, -will doubtless remember
that one of their most victorious battles
was fought at Kapolna. The Austrian
were driven from all their positions, and
relinquished their attacks, retiringin good
order certainly on their retreat to Pcsth,
but leavings thc Hungarians unequivocal
ly masters of thc field of battle. It was
an advantage dearly purchased, however.
Many a noble and heroic eye closed for
ever on the fatal plains of Kapolna. The
dead were buried with all the pomp and.
ceremony of military mourning ; the flag
ofHungary was lowered over their graves,
as if to take a last farewell of its gallant
champions, whilst the thunder of the can
non spoke the soldier's requiem
Kossuth afterwards visited thc graves
of the fallen herde3j when a scene of great
excitemont and p'owerful interest took
place. No doubt many, of your readers
have now seen and heard the great Kos
suth and we may justly picture to our
selves thc sublime, almost spiritual, ex
pression which no doubtpervaded I1I3 no
ble face and figure, when excited by some
great thought and splendid imagining.
He stoodby the last resting -place of many
of his dearest friends, and of thousands
whose fearless hearts but a few short hours
before beat in unison with his own in thc
aspirations after national liberty and glo
ry. Kdssuth raised his face to heaven,
and uncovered his head, an action in
which he was imitated by all present ; a
smile of unearthly beauty played i-ound
his lips it was not kindled by joy but
by faith as he clasped "his hands togeth
er, and, with a bearing that can never be
forgotten, uttered the prayer, of which
the following is a translation from tho
German :
" Exalted Kuler df tbc Universe, God
of the warriors of Arpad, look down from
Thy starry throne upon Thine unworthy
servant, from whose lips thc prayer of
millions ascends to heaven, extolling the
infinite power of Thine omnipotence.
My God, Thy bright sun shines above
me whilst beneath .my knees rest the
bones of my fallen brothers. ' Thy stain
less azure over-canopies us; butbeneath
the earth is red with the sacred blood of
the children of our fathers. Let the
fructifying beams of thy glorious lumina
ry shine upon their graves, .liat the crim
son hue may be replaced with flowers,
and the last resting-place of the brave
still crowned with the emblems of liberty.
God of my fathers and of my race, hear
niy supplications : let Thy blessing refc
upon our warriors, by whose armes the
spirit of a gallant nation seeks to defend
Thine own precious gift of freedom.
." Help them to break the iron fetters
with which blind despotism would bind
a great people. As a freeman I pros
trate myself before Thee on these irek
graves of my slaughtered brethcrn. Ac
cept the bloody offering which has been
presented to Thee, and let it propitiate
Thy favor to our laud: My God, suffer
not a race of slaves to dwell by these
graves, nor pollute this consecrated soil
with their unhallowed footsteps. My
Father ! my Father I mightier than all
the myriads of earth the Infinite ltuler
of heaven, earth. and ocean let a reflex
of Thy glory shine from these lowly se
pulchres upon the face of my people.
Consecrate this spot by Thy grace, that
the ashes of my brothers who have fallen
in this sacred cause may rest undisturb
ed in hallowed repose. Forsake us not in
the hour of need, great God of battles!
Bless our efforts to promote that liberty
of which Thine own spirit is thc essence;
for to Thee, in the name of tho whole
people, I ascribe all honor and praise."
Cold Comfort.
One of the papers in .Portugal, gives
some statistics which could only be ob
tained under ono of those governments of
thespy-and-secret police sj'stcm. They re
port the state of matrimony in that Coun
try. "There are in Portugal S72,G3 4. mar
ried couples, of which the present con
dition is very nCarly as follows: women
who have lef ttheir husbands for their lov
ers, 1 275. Husbands who left their wives
for other women,2,yGl . Couple3 who have
agreed to live separately, ;,120. Cou
ples whok live iu open warfare, under tho
sanicTOof, 132,003 Couples who cordi
aly hate each other, but dissemble tfieir
aversion, under thc apperance of loVCj
162,320. Couples who live in a state of
tranquil indifference 510,132. Couplc3
thought by their acquaintances to bchap
py, but who are not', themselves, convin
ced or their own felicityrl,102. Couples
that are happy as compare with those
that arc confessed unhapp', 131. Cou
ples indisputably- happy in each other, U.
Total, 872j634;"
jg"I3oyvwhat js your father; dpjug
to-day!", "Well, I 'pposc he's failing: ; I
heern bin tell . mother yestejjlay, toga
rqunrf to Jhcishop.. and ctjtrstpd.all,sho.
couldrr-and do it rght, ofLtoo-rfor he'd
got everythiug ready tt. make. a. bu-4 u
except that'"
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