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'POP GOES TIIE QUESTION."
By cumtus JARVIS
List to me inaidon, pray
Pop, goes the questlol
1{ 11l you nuirey Inc, yea oe nay
Pop. goes the question!
I've no time to pleack,or sigh,
Ao pniienee to wait (Or bye and bye,
!Hits' or rin sure to tly
Pip goes the quevtiou!
"Ask Papa," Oh! thhllado deq-
goes the linchtioit !
fathers and lovers ran ne-verngrea.,
vices the question!
lie caul. tell IN hat I want to Inew,
Whether you love me, sweet, or no,
To ash him woula be ery slow,
rep, goes the question!
I think we'd make such n chnrming pair,
np, gees the question!
Tor I'm good looking and you revery fair,
Pup. gees the question!
Well travel life's road in a gallant Ftylo,
And you shall drive ev'ry other mile,
er if it pleast: you, all the e hale,
Pop, goes the question?
If we don't linve nn ew.hantitig time,
gore the quehtiwi!
rht—ture it will Le no fault of thine,
.P‘ p. pes tin , quest itm !
To he sure my funds make n feel 'le show,
rolt lore is nourishing foml p.ll knOW,
AlLa eottagrs 11,t lITINIIIIIIOII.
hp, g yes the question:!
Then answer ine quickly. darling. pray,
govt, the questi ,!
Will you ttlaPr r nay?
tl,c i.)11
I've 110 Limn plond or rich
No pat ie T 1 ta, ti) N , ait for Liu and
Su: re me nmt ~r !'ul sure to 1)y,
tho • tw,tion
giqtrf Tia Ir.
THE THIRD BOWL.
'Draw your chair close up. Put your feet
on those skins. You will find them. soft and
Light another pipe and fill your glass,
Philip. 'lt is a bitter night. My old hours
shudder'wlMu I bear the wind wail over the
house- and through the oak-tree. Capital
punch, that! John has a knack at the article
that I have rarely seen equalled—never sur
passed. lie is a prince of servants, is John,
if he is black.. have had him with me now
—let me see, it must be thirty'yetirs, at least
—it is, thirty-two years next Christians week,
and I have never quarreled with him, and he
has never quarreled with me. A rare history
for master and man. I think it is because we
love each other's weaknesses, and here he
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'John, another bowl of punch, if you please.
What, not another! Certainly, man, I must
have it. This is only the second, and Philip,
yonder, I►as drank half, of course. Nut drank
any ! You don't mean to say be has been
drinking nothing but that vilu claret all the
blessed evening? Philip, you dog, I thought
you knew my house•rules better than that.—
But you always would have your own way.
One more bowl, John—but one. It shall
be the last ; and, Juhn, get the old Maraschi
no, one of the thick black bottles with the
small necks, land open it gently. But you
know how, old fellow, and just do your best
to make us comfortable.
How the wind howls ! Philip, ray boy, I
am seventy-three years old, and seven days
over. My birth day was a week ago to-day.
An old bachelor! Yea, verily. One of
the oldest kind. But what is ago ? What is
the paltry sum of seventy years? Do you
think lam any older in my soul than I was
half a century ago ? Do you think because
my heart beats slower, that my mind thinks
more slowly, my feelings spring up less free
ly, my hopes aro less buoyant, less cheerful,
if they look forward only weeks instead of
years ? I tell you, my boy, that seventy years
are a day in the sweep of memory ; and once
young forever young, is the motto of an im
mortal soul. I know lum what men call ol i d,•
I know my cheeks are wrinkled like ancient
parchment, and my lips are thin, and my hair
gray even to silver. But in my soul I feel
that I am young, and -I shall be young till the
earthly ceases and the unearthly and eternal
begins.
' I have not grown ono day older than I was
at thirty-tWo. I have never advanced a day
since then. All my lifelong since that has
been one day—ono short day; no night, no
rest, no succession of hours, events, or
thoughts has marked any ,adv' anbe.
I have been living forty years by
the light
r of one memory—by the light of one
grave.
Jolin, act the bowl down on tho hearth.—
Yon may go. You need not sit up for me.
Philip and I will see each other to our rooms
tonight, John. Go, old fellow, - and sleep
soundly.
• Phil, she was the purest angel that flesh
ever imprisoned, the most beautiful child of
Eve. I can see her now. Her eyes raying
the light of heaven—her brow, white, calm,
and holy—her lips wreathed with the blessing
of her smile. She was as graceful as a. form
seen in dreams, and she moved through the
scenes around her as you have aeon the angel
ic visitors. of your' sluinber move thr'ough
crowded assemblies, without effort, apparent
ly with some superhuman aid.
'The child of wealth, she was fitted to adorn
the splendid house in which she was born and
grew to womanhood. It was a grand old
place, but in the midst of a growth of oaks
that might have been there when Columbus
discovered America, and seemed likely to
stand a oentury longer. They are standing
yet, and the wind to-night makes a wild la
ment through their branches that sounds
mournfully above her grave.
I must pause to recall the s#enery of the
old familiar spot. There was a stream of wa•
to that dashed down the rocks a hundred
yards from thp . house, and which kept always
full and fresh, an acre of pond, over which
hung willows, and maples, and other trees,
While on UM surface the white blossoms of the:l
lotus nodded lazily on the ripples with Egyp
tian sleepiness and languor. • '
The.old house was built of dark stone, and
had n massive 'appearance, not relieved by the
sombre shade in which it stood. The sunshine
seldom penetrated to the ground in the sum
mer months, except in oue spot, just in front
of the library windows, where it used to lie
and sleep in the grass., ns if it loved the old
place. And if sunshine loved it, why bikU uld
not I.
'General Lewis was one of the pleasant, old--
fashioned nun, now quite gone out of memo
ry, as well as out of existence. He loved his
horses, his dogs, his place, and his punch.—
lie lCved his nephew Tom, wild, uncouth,
rough cub as he was ; but ;ibove horses, dogs,
house, or all together, he loved hi t s daughter
Sarah, and I loved her too. •
' es, you may look at me as you will, Phil
Phillips, 1 loved Sarah Lewis, and, by all the
gods, I love her now as I loved her then, and
as I shall love her it I meet her again where
she has gone.
'Call it folly, call it boyish, call it an old
man's whim, an old man's second childhood,
I care not by what name you cull it ; it is en
ough that to-night the image of that young
girl stands before me splendidly beautiful in
all the holiness of her young glad life, and I
couhl bow down on my knees and worship her
now again.
' Why did I say again? For forty years I
have not ceased to worship her. If I kneel to
pray in the morning, she passes between me
and God. If I would read the prayers .at
evening twilight, she looks up at me from the
page. If I would worship on a Sabbath morn
ing in the church, she looks down on me from
some unfathomable distance, some unapproach
able height, and I pray to her as if she were
my hope, my heaven, my all.
Sometimes in the winter nights I feel a
coldness stealing over me, and icy fingers are
feeling about my heart, as if to, grasp and still
it. I lie calmly, quietly, and I think my hour
is at hand ; and through the gloom, and the
mists and flints that gather over my vision, I
see her afar off, still the same angel in the dis
tant heaven, and I reach out my arms to her,
and I cry aloud on God to let me go find her,
and °tidier to come to me, laid then thick
darkness settles on me.
' The doctor calls this apoplexy, and says
I shall some day die in a fit of it. What do
doctors know of the tremendous influences
that are working on our souls? Ile, in his
scientific stupidity, warns me against wine
and high living; as if I did not understand
what it is, and why Lay vision at such times
reaches eo very far into the deep unknown.
I have spoken of Tom Lewis, her cousin.
humor said he was the old man's heir in equal
proportion with the daughter; for he had
been brought up in the family, and had al
ways been treated as a son. Re was a good
follow if he was rough, fur he bad the gord
nest' that all who came within her influence
must have.
' I have seen her look the devil out of him
often. I remember once when the horses had
behaved in a way not tQ suit him, and ho had
let in oath or two esoape.bis lips preparatory
to putting on the whip. We wore riling to
gether down the avenue, and he raised the
lash. At the moment ho caught her eye.—
She was walking up from the lodge, where she
had been to see a sick child. She saw the
raised whip, and her oyo caught his. lie did
not strike. The horses escaped for that time.
are drove them quietly through the gate, and
three miles and back without a word of anger.
' Did I tell you I was her cousin also ? On
her Mother's side. Not on the General's. We
lived not far off, and I lived much of my time
at his house. Tom and-myself had been in
superable, and we did not conceal our rivalry
from each other: • •
'Tom,' said I ono morning, why can't
you bo content with half the: General's for
tune, and let mo have the other half ?'
" Bah I Jerry,' said ho, 'as if that would
be any more even, when you want Sarah with
it. ,In licaveik name, take the half of the
money, if that's all you want.'
"Can't we fix it so as to make an oven di-
gsalttob Ajiwrit..ll) ,
vision, Tom? •Take - all the fortune, and let
me have her, and I'll call it square.'
"Just what I was going to propose to yon.
Be reasontible now, Jerry, and` get out of the
way. You must, see she doesn't care a copper
for you.'
I twirled a rosebud in my fingers that she
had given me in the morning, and replied:
- Poor devil ! I did not think you Could
be so infatuated. Why, 'font, there is no
chance fur you under the sun. But go ahead;
find it out as you will. Lam sorry for you.'
A hundred such pleasant talks wo used to
have, and s4e never'gave either of us one par
: title more of encouragement than the other.—
She was like a sister to us both, and neither
dared break the spell of our perfect happiness
by asking her to be more. •
' And su time passed on.
• One summer afternoon we were off togeth
er on horseback, all three of us, over the
mountain and down the'valley. We were re . -
turning toward sunset, sauntering along the
Toad, down the side of the hill.
Philip, stir the fire a little. That bowl of
punch is getting cold it seems to me, and I am
a little chilly myself. Perhaps it is the recol
lection of that day that chills Me.
I had made up my mind, if opportunity
occurred,. to tell her 'that day all that I had
thought for years. I bad determined to know
once for all, if she would love me or 'no.
'lf not, I would go I cared not where ; the
world was brood enough, and it should be to
some place ul.ere 1 would never see her face
again, never hear her voice again, never Low
df:wn and worship Ler maghifieent beauty
again. I would go to itus,:a aml oiler myself
to the Czar, or to Syria and tight with Napo
leon, or to Egypt and serve with the men of
Murad Buy. All my notions were military,
remember, and all my ideas were of war and
death on the field,
I rode by her side, and looted up nt her
cea:••ionally, and thought :,he was lookinp;
lendidly, I had never.t!uun her more sa
-1:‘ yr:: attitude was grace, every look was life
and t-pir.t.
Tom clung close to her. One_would have
though.Lhe ,vas watching the very opportunity
I was after myself. :Now he rode a few paces
forward, and as 1 was catching my breath to
say, • Saralt,' he would rein up and fall back
to his place, and 1 would make some tlat re
mark that made me seem like a fool to myself,
if not to her.
What's the matter with you, Jerry ?' said
she, at length.
'Jerry's in love,' said Torn.
I could have thrashed him on the spot.
In love! Jerry in love!' and she turned
her large brown eyes toward me.
' In vain I sought to fathom them, and ar
rive at some conclusion whether or no the sub
jeot interested her with special force.
• The eves remained fixed, till I hlunaered
out the old saw, ' Tom judges others Ly him
self.'
Then the eyes turned to Tom, and he
pleaded gnilty by his awkward looks, and half
blushes, and averted yyes, and forced
By heaven ! thought I, what would I not
give for TOM'S awkwardness now ! The ras
cal is winning his way by it.
Jerry, is Torn in love ?'
"Die liairele of the question, the correctness
of it, the very simpliLty of the thing was irre
sistible, and I could not...,tuppress a smile that
grew into a broad laugh.
''Tom joined in it, and we made the woods
ring with our merriment.
I say, Tom, isn't that your' whip lying
hack yonder in the road ?'
Confound it, yes; the cord has broken
from my wrist ;" and he rode back for it.
Jerry, whom does Tom 'eve?' said she,
quickly, turning to me.
You,' said I, bluntly. ,
Why, of course ; but who is ho in love
with, rinean ?'
It was a curious way to get at it. Could I
be justified ? It wits not waking what I had
intended, but it was getting at it in another
way, and just as well, perhaps. It was, at all
events, asking Tom's question for him, and it
saved me the embarrassment of putting it as
my own. I determines) this in an instant.
Sarah, could you love Tom well enough
to marry him ?'
I! Jerry ; what do you mean?'
Suppose Tom wants you to be his wife,
will you marry him ?'
**l don't know—l can't tell—l never have
thought of such a thing. You don't think he
has any such idea, do you ?'
That was my answer. It was enough as
far as it went, but I was no better off than be.
fore. She did not love Tom, or she would
never have answered thus. But did she love
me ? Would she marry me ? Wouldn't she
receive the idea in just the same way?
I looked book. Tom was on the ground,
had.picked up his whip, and had one foot in
the stirrup, ready to mount again. I gulped
down my heart that 'was up in my throat, and
spoke out:
Sarah, will you marry me P
'Philip, she turned her eyes again toward
me—those largo brown eyes—those holy q.yet
—and blessed me with their unutterable glo
nous gaze:, To my dying hour I shall not
forget that gaze ; to all eternity it will re
main in my soul. She looked at me one look;
and whether it was pity, sorrow, surprise, or
lovo. I cannot . tell you, that filled them and
overflowed toward mo from out their immeas
urable depths ; but, Philip, it was the last
light of those eyes pever saw—the last, the
last.
'ls there any thing left in that bowl ?
Thank you. Just a glassful. You will not
take any ? Then, by your leaTe, I will finish
it. fly story is neraly ended, and I will not
keep you up much longer.
'We had not noticed, so absorbed had we
been in our pleasant talk, that a black cloud
had risen in the west and obscured the sun,
and covered the entire ;Icy ; and even the sul
try air had not called our attention to the
coming thunder storm.
'As she looked at me, even as she fixed her
eyes on mine, a flash, blinding and fierce,
fell on the top of ri pine-tree by the roadside
not fifty yards front us, and the crash of
the
,thunder shook the foundations of the
hills:
'For a moment all was dazzling, burning,
blazing light ; thou sight was gone, and a mo
mentary darknesss settled on our eyes. The
horses crontehed to the ground in terror, and
Sarah bowed her head as if in the presence of
God.
'All this was the work of an instant, and
the next Tom's horse sprang by us on a furi
ous gallop, dragging Tom by the, pjrup. Ile
had heen in the act of mounting when the
flash came, and his horse swerved and jump
ed so that his foot caught, and he was dragg
ed with his head on the ground.
•There was a point in the rNel, about fifty
yank ahead, where it divided into two: The
Vile was a carriage -track, which wound down
the mountain by easy ile. , seents; the other teas
footpath, which WaS a short, precipitous
cut to a point on the carriage track nearly a
quarter of a mile below.
falling to Sarah to keep back and wait, I
drove the spurs into my horse and went down
the steep path. Looking back I saw her fol
lowing, her horse making tremendous speed.
She kept the carriage road, following on :if
ter Tom, and I pressed on, thinking to inter
cept his horse below.
'My pace was terrible. I could hear them
thundering down the track above. I l6oked
up' and caught sight of them through the
trees. I , looked down, and saw a gull be
fore me full eighteen feet wide, and as many
deep.
~ / k great horse ,was that black horse Cesar
and he took the gully at a flying leap that
landed us far over it, and a tnoruent later I
was at the point where the roads again loot,
but only in time to see the other two horses
go by at a fitrious pace, Sarah's abrest of the
gray, and she reaching her band out bravely
trying to grasp the flying rein, as her horse
went leap for leap with him.
To ride doze behind them was worse than
useless in such a chase. It would but serve
to increase their speed ; so I fell back a dozen
rods and followed, watching the end.
•At the foot of the locum:tin the river ran,
bread nod deep, spanned by the bridge at the
narrowest point. To reach the bridge, the
road tc eh. a short turn up stream, directly on
the bank.
'On swept the fires and the black horse,
side by side down the hillside, not fifty leaps
along the level ground, and 'then came the
turn.
.She was on the offside. At the sharp
turn she pressed ahead a half length, and
reined her horse across the gray's shoul
der, if possible to turn hint towards the
bridge.
'lt must be all over in MT - instant. The
gray was the heavier horse. lie pressed her
close; the black horse yielded, gave way to_
ward the fence, stumbled, and the fence, a
light rail, broke with a crash, and they went
over, all together into the de:qp„lllack stream.
'Still, still the sound of that crash 'and
plunge is in my ears. Still I ciiin see them
go headlong down that bank together into the
black water I
'I never knew exactly what I did then,—
When I was conscious, I found myself swim
ming around in a circle, diving occasionally
to find them but in vain. The grey horse
swam aghore and stood on the bank by my
black, with distended nostrils and trembling
limbs, shaking from head to foot with terror.
The other black horse was floating down the
surface of the stream, drowned. His mis
trosii was nowhere visible; and Tom was gone
also.
.1 . found her at last.
.Ye s , she w•as dead!
'Restore her ? No. A glance nt her face
showed how vain all such hope was. Never
was human face so angelic. She was already
one'of the saintly—one of the immortals—and
the beauty and glory of her now life had loft
some faint likeness of itself on her dead form
and face.
•Philip I said I had never grown a day
older since that time. You know not why. I
have never ceased to think of box' as on that
day. I have nom lost the blesSing of those
eyes as they looked on me in the forest on the
mountain road. I have never eft her, never
grown away from her. , m the resurrection
we are to resuitio the be / ies most exactly fit
ted to represent our wale lives; if, as I have
sometimes thought, we shall rise in the forms
we wore when some great event stamped our
souls forever, then I am certain that I shall
awake in form and feature as I was that day
and no record will remain of an hour of my
life after her burial.
'W.e buried her in the old vault close by
the house, among the solemn oaks. Beautiful
angel-like, to the very last.
'IIy voice is broken. I can not say more,
Philip. You have the story. That is the
whole of it. God bless you, Phil, my boy.
you liave
'Good-night, boy. Go to bed. I'll stay
here in the old chair awhile. I don't—exact
ly—feel—like—sleeping--yet.'
I left him sitting there ; his head bowed on
his breast, his eyes closed, his breathing short
and heavy, as if with suppressed grief. 11Iy
own eyes wet e misty.
In the hall. 'I found John,sitting bolt, up
right in a large chair.
'Why, Jc,ln4o thought the Major sent you
to bed long ago 9'
'Yes, Sir ; the Major always sends me to
bed at the third bowl, Sir, and I always does
not go. lie's been a telling you the old story,
now hasn't he, Mr. Philip ?'
'What old story, John ?'
'Why, all about Miss Lewis, and Mister
T6lll, nod the General 9'
'Yes.'
John laid his long blnck finger knowing
ly up by the side of his nose, and looked at
me.
'Why John—you don't mean to say—eh 't'
'All the punch, Sir."
'What! Sarah and the black horse, anal--'
111 punch, tiir.'
'John, my maw, go in and take care of him.
Ile is either asleep or drunk. Curious that
Why didn't I think that a man was Intrily to
be believed alter the second howi,'and perfec:-
ly incredible on the third. By Jove ho is a
trump at a story, though.'
It would be difficult to describe all that I
dreamed about that night.
On) ,Ijootis.
EW (MODS ! NEW GOODS-!
THE LATI-•! , 1! SPIUM. :411,1•:;!
am moy reeeiving front New Voris mid illiladelphia
an immense steel: uf nem, desirable :111,1 1.11111111 606118,10
W1114:11 I would call the attention .01 all my old &kilos
anti customers. :IN well 111, trio 1 , 111.11 c gllllPriar. lliitog
purchased must of It goods front tin• largest impel tiog
houses in Now York, .1 ant enabled to gin e better Lai
gains than can be had at any other house in thecuuuty.,
Our ristirtnient of
NENV :STYLE DI: ESS GOODS
is largo. complete and beautiful. Another lot of those
elegant awl cheap embroidered Land
kerehiets, bleeveh, rfalar., ruffles. eel.loge, raid ihs'ert.-
ilL4b, Stock that. tar catvat, ahtl defies all
competition. Nltislias, L ooo g, d o
lie ors , ticking. , clerks. truilivhd...ils
itt,VeS and II —cry thah CS I, 11, 111, I USIA
ds, ( . t4R,11:11.112,, So. tC. a hill at•SOIAII,I., and
t cry in,. iu price.
t' kI:PIITINi;S AND 31A1 rINGs
. .
An entire news stock ui tin es ton and
enitiztal carpeting, lynu;;ltt %ery Mal Li sold
rer) low. Also m bite [lid colote4
1;411,1's
A large otipply of lthlies and oentlefuen's boo s .
and gaiters. Intending to I,;ito up the On ref.) dLf t -
Inent. 1 1%111 Import• 01 Wlllll. 1 line 1/11 11111,1 ill 11.:11%
11110. 1%/W 1.1'11 . ..5. Also 1.411111; will ina,l%. I ',of f i ng
hand, which I till sell for lest than Ntl,llt to
rlune it out. Come our ;111%1 all lit Et, Old stand on East
Multi street. and select) our Hoods trout the hugest and
elleveNt stork es et. I..rought
apr-I CI It It LES 6( LIIY.
VW ST(I R E
' 9D R G
NEW GO( IDt.!—The un
acr.ig is now opeuing in the store room of 11 il;tam
Leonard. on the corner of IL,umer 811 , 1 Luther streets,
in the Borough of Carlisle, a large and general assort
ment Of SIAM'. AND FA NCI Uhl" ri)B, end,rBc-
Ing almost every Find and variet) of goods aJaut,d to
this market, I ,, gether with au asmatinent of IihIICI:•
111 ES. Ills stock ha% hue Ice)) nearly all purchased ait hin
the la.st two weeks, liners will have the advantage ul
selecting troll a Fl(F.slt STOCK, ao wvll as of the late
decline in the price of many articles. lie will le happy
to ON hibit his gads to nil who may tower him with a
call, and pledges himself to sell every article as low or
lower than they can le purchased elsewhre.
('artiste, Nov. 15, 1e5.1. RUBEHT DICE.
SPRIN T
G6uvuz!" - . le sub
j.. is now opening a large and general aseort,
ment of LA 1.11.:51.11tL6S GOODS, tioncistiug ul Mick and
Colored
Lawns, Silks, Chant Ilareges, :Slow; de Mines, French
and'Engli,liabo a general variety of goods for
boys wear. a full assmtment of Ladies and Chlldrens
Hosiers, Moves I tamiloTchiefs, abs Enigli=h and other
STRAcV BoNNETii, Itonnet Ribbons, Bonnet Lawns,
with the mmaLvariety of Spring thuds at moderate pri
des. GEORGE MTN Mi.
NEW .t xi) SEASON
. •
AILIJ undersignedhav•
ng milarged anti fitted up the Store-room formetly or
ettpled as the Post Office, immediately 4. pposlte the mil e r
of the American Volunteer, in South Hanover Street
has opened a largo and general assortment of
NEW AND SEASONABLE BRA' GOODS,
comprising a great variety of fancy and staple French.
British and domestic weds, a general assortment el
Ladles' Leghorn, Straw, Neapolitan and Gimp Bonnets,
illoomera of various kinds and quality, OuntioUn,
Youth and Children's Panama, Leghorn and Straw
hats, white and colorrd'Carpet Chain. Groceries ,tc.,
all of which will be sold at the lowest lakes.
May '65 ROBERT DICK,
p ONNETS, BONNETS._
The subscriber is just receiving another supp ( iy of
Spring and Summer bonnets consisting of English Straw
chip, Braidoatin Straws, Neap°Main, anti llermliraid.
also a now supply of very choice Colored and - Whits
Bonnet Ribbons varying in price from to 50 colts
per yard. ,
Also a large assortment of Childrens rind MissesFtraw
anti Braid Ham. • \-- OEU. HITNEIt.
May 16.'65 •
lIAY A N STRAW CUTTERS,
CORN Sitimuns.—A large assortment of lm
proved Ilay, Straw and Fodder Cutters, now on hand.—
Also, double and single corn shellens for either band or
horse power. of the very latest, manufacture, including
the prendum - shellerat the into Pennsylvania State FAil.
For sale by PAsenni. mounts L Co.,
Agricultural Warehouse and Sued Starr, corner ot 7t13
nd Market, Philadelphia. p e e, 6, 1854—tf
WOOLLEN YARN —A lot of very
Superior Wavy and liven Woollen Yarn must
received, much better than the city yarn, all colours.
nevs Clll6. 00114)?.