" it 1 ri r BY JOHN G. GIVEN. M I S C 2 L L A 2 O U S THE YilUKEE cir;i.. BV, MRS. S. T. MARTYN. Seeal thou yon lonely cottage in tho grovo. With little garden neatly planned before; lis roof deep shade' by the elms above' Go lift the willing latch the scene explore Sweet peace, and love and joy thou there shall find. l or there Religion dwells; whose sacred lore Leaves the proud wisdom of the world behind, And pours a heavenly ry on every humble mind." IIcnti.ngdo. The long winter evening was drawing to a close the books and work had been put by the "big ha' bible" reverently deposited in its accustomed place at the cloe of family worship, and the cnecrlul circle ttiat surrounded tne nresiue 01 larm- er Lee, after an affectionate good night, had retired to their respective apartments. The farmer himseli rose from his chair, and carefully covering up the glowing coals which sent a fitful light through the now darkened room, was about to retire, when a sudden rush of emotions seemed to overpower him, and throwing himself on the wooden settle which occupied one corner of the huge chimney, he covered his face with his Hands, and wept aloud. "Father," said a soit voice at his side "dear father, you are not well. What can a" I do for vou?" "How is this, Grace?" ne answered almost sternly "I thought you wsre all gone, why are you still up at this late ?:our?" "Be"2use I could not go to rest while I know "thai y are suffering. Father," ? have watched vou and i I ailC LU11L111UCU mother all day, an I know vou have some sorrow of heart wrwFh you are umiug from us, while it is sinking ?u. lo "10 earth. May I not know what i s' l"at if I cannot assist, I may at least hav P "ie privilege of bearing it with you?" i l: While she spoke, Grace Lee had seated herself on a low bench at her father's feet, and clasping her hands upon his knee, looked up in his face with an expression of earnest entreaty that might have moved a heart of stone. But farmer Lee's heart was made of no such material. It was full of the milk of human kindness; besides, he dearly loved the sweet girl whose blue eyes were gazing so tenderly into his, and had sometimes been tempted to feel a little proud of his "wild flower," as the good minister once called her. lie cleared his throat, therefore, and fondly passing his hard and bony hand over her shining hair, said mildly, "you are a good girl, Grace, and a comfort to your parents, but this is a matter beyond your ability to manage, and trouble will come soon enough with out meeting it half way." "Oh, do not say so, dear father I am almost eighteen, and vou must not look upon me any longer as a child to be petted i and cared for. but a woman, who is both able and willing to take her share of the burdens it may please God to lay upon you. Tell mc what it is that afflicts you, and do not fear that it will make me un happy; I can bear anything but to see you miserable, while 1 am ignorant of the cause." "Child, you know not what you ask are you prepared hear that your father is a beggar that we must leave the old homestead where you were all born, and where we hive been so happy?" a cho king sensation prevented farmer Lee from proceeding, and Grace slowly repeated, as if mechanically "Leave the old home stead, and for what? Why must we go?" "You were a child," her father an swered, "and do not remember your Uncle Barker. He was in trouble, and I tried to help him out, but in some way, before the business was ended, I was obliged to mortgage my farm for a small sum which could be raised in no other way. The .interest has been regularly paid until within the last four years, and I have al ways hoped to get together enough to pay the principal, but somehow or other, in stead of this, I have got behind hahd and now the man who holds the mortgage threatens to foreclose, unless the interest, which amounts to more than two hundred dollars, u raised immeuiulil", ar.t! fhis b impossible, as even you must know." "But your brother uncle Thomas," said Grace, eagerly, "he has money enough, -will he not" help you in such a case as this?" "Perhaps he might, but he would want better security than I can give him; and, moreover, if 1 cannot now pay the money on the bond, what reason is their to sup pose that I could raise it any better next year to repay your uncle? No, no, Grace, there is no help for it, and we must bear it as well as we can, but the hardest part of all, is the thought of poor Philip, who is doing bo well in his college studies. Poor fellow, I can do nothing more for him now, and he must come back and try what he can do for the rest of you, by keeping school, or in some other way." During her father's brief narration, Grace had remained gazing at him, every faculty absorbed in deep and painful inte rest, but as he ceased to speak, she started up, and witli sparkling eye and glowing cheek, exclaimed, "Neyershall Philip jjc. called home 6iF"such an errand while I live to prevent it. I am young and strong, and can find a way of helping you all, little as you may believe it. Is' ay, hear me," she said, as she saw that her father's face expressed strong incredulity "it was only yesterday that barah Carter, who has just returned from Lowell, told nie what high wages some of the girls earn, who are not older than I, and which of them do you think would have a dearer object to work for than I, with the old homestead, and dear Philip before me?" a. tear had ueen slowly sathermir in ) farmer Lee's eye while his daughter Epoke, and it fell on her neck as he kissed her, ana replied to her iervent appeal you are too young, Grace, to know how impossible it is for you to do all that your love for me dictates but I thank you for the will, and I shall never forget it." "But you surely will not refuse to let me go, dear father. 1 have been for some time thinking about the factories, and now i I am so certain that I could help you, and Philip too it would be cruel to denv me. , Mother, will vou not plead for me," asked me aruent girl, "yon Know not now my heart is set unon this tiling. heart is set upon tins thin Mrs. Lee had been apparently intent on some household duty during the con versation between her husband and child, but thus addressed, she took a step toward Grace, and only replied by inquiring in a low voice, "And what do you think Lewis Dayton will say to such a plan, Grace?" Poor Grace! The blood rushed over cheeks, neck and brow at this question, and a convulsive movement .of the lip told that a chord had been touched to which every heatt-string vibrated but it was ptfly for a moment, and then she said rathc-Jf proudly, "If Lewis Dayton cares anythinV i?bout me, he will like me the better foi do'n'S ra' ut' as a daughter and if his love cannot stand this test, it is better to know it tiOv th- hereafter." "Grace is right, wnV said the farmer more cheerfully "no m.n deserves our girl who thinks the less of Jier for any kind of honest labor, and though I have little confidence in her plan of helping her old father, I am willing she should go and try her fortune since she wishes it." "Now bless you for that word, dear father. I am certain of success if I only have your approval, and that cf my moth er, whatever others may think or say." It was with great difficulty that Grace obtained a promise from her father to wait six months before anything was said to Phiip about leaving college, but he yield ed at last, and through her agency, an ar rangement was made with uncle Thomas, by which the interest was paid up, and the troublesome creditor quieted for the present. Fanner Lee was certain that it was all nonsense, and that he was only j getting more deeply into trouble by this respite, but it was hard to deny anything to the favorite child, who had never i seemed so dear to him as now, when she i was so soon to leave them. ! The pleasant farm on. Beech Hill had been in the Lee family for two genera tions, and they were respected and be loved by all the inhabitants q.f the little town of Meredith, in which it was situa ted. The news flew swiftly that Grace Lee was about to leave home, to go into a facTory, and in that quiet community it occasioned quite .an excitement. It was not, a few years since, as common for the daughters, of . respectable, farmers to enter the mills for a season, as it now is, and Grace Lee, though a hardy mountain maiden, had been so muclwhc household pet, that few imagined how much quiet energy lay concealed beneath her gentle and lady-like demeanor. "I always knew that pride jnu&t have a fall," said Miss Priscilla Jones, whose envy of our sweet Grace had been nour ished until it became an absorbing passion and who had hastened to the store of young Mr. Dayton to tell him the news. "Grace Lee has held her head so high that neonle tlioudlt was the only girl in Meredith. -I woaTlcr what she will say now, don tvotrflj. Daytgn? The young meiclumUoiriy smiled, and said he presumed the whole affair was a mistake, but it was nothing to him cer tainly, what any young lady thought pro per to do. But though he affected great indifference on the subject, he was far from feelin;; it, for he admired the wild flower of Beech Hill more than he would have chosen lo confess, and his attentions had been so marked,, that neither Grace nor her parents could misunderstand them. But to marry a factory girl this, his fool ish pride whispered, was not to be thought of, so he hastened to the house of farmer Lec. to hear the report contradicted by the lips he loved best. It cannot be denied, 'WE UO WHERE DEMOCRATIC . l'RIXCIFLES POINT THE WAV; EBEXSBURG, THURSDAY, (that the heart of the young girl fluttered so wildly at his entrance, that she could hardly spcalc to bid him welcome, nor that a strange thrill of pain convulsed it, as he spoke of his surprise at hearing the rumor of herjntended departure. But it was with a calm brow and a firm tone that she assured him he had heard onlv truth, and that she was indeed to leave home for Lowell, perhaps to be absent for some years. There was no mistaking the expression of her lover's face as she said this it gave the death blow to all the hopes she had unconsciously cherish ed, and taught her that henceforth, Lewis Dayton must be to her as a stranger. After an ineffectual attempt to induce her to relinquish the idea, and a few common place remarks about other 'things, he took his departure, leaving Grace in a tumult of contending emotions, among which, gratitude that she had so soon learned the hollowncss of his professions, became predominant. "'Better now than later," she said to herself, while the tears of wounded feeling gushed from her eyes "I might in time have loved him so well, that the discovery of his character would have almost broken my heart. -I have now only to think of my duty to my pa rents, and dear, dear Philip." Philip Lee was two years older than Grace, and though an invalid from child hoot', was a young man of uncommon strength of mind, and loveliness of charac ter. From his inability to labor on the farm, it was early decided, that, if possi ble, he should have an education, and it was the first wish of his heart to become qualified for the gospel ministry. By great exertions and self-denial on his own part, he had succeeded with the little aid his; father could bestow, in fitting himself to enter college one year in advance, and the whole family were looking forward with i eager anticipation, to the time when they should listen to his voice from the sacred desk. To Grace, particularly, who idol ized her brother, this hope had become a part of her own existence, and she felt that no sacrifice was too great, no labor too severe, to ensure its accomplishment. But Philip possessed a portion of her own independence, and she must conceal her plans and wishes from him, or he would have refused to profit by her generous affection. The day of parting at length came, and accompanied by her father, Grace Lee left l':e. beloved home of hei childhood, to cntcT on the new and untried scenes that awaited fjer. All was at first strange and unpromising, and with a heart-sickness never before felt, she sought the sol itude of her own apari:?ient, that she might weep without restraint. But she Was young and hopeful, and the morning brought happier thoughts and renewed courage, for. was she not there to help those who were dearer to her ihan life? itself and would not this alone make everything tolerable and even pleasant? j it certainly was so, lor the light of love s.u uu ur "J-i arouna ner, gnuing , JIM i - I with its own radiant hues the monotonous labor in which she was engaged and j making even the ceaseless hum of machi nery sweeter music to her ear than the warbling ol the songsters in her own na tive groves. It was important for her to s lmporlainlor her to j and she did so, but j secure high wages not even lor this would she nerlect the cultivation of her mind, m the few leisure hours she might call her own. Her little might call her own. Her litke a sacred spot, where order and room was nearness presiaeu, and careiully tended liowers wou-cuosea books, and a good IUI.1CU1U" Ul U.,,SH" i,Uive -l,,e iasie anu i renncment of its occupant "Without in the least neglecting her daily duties, she was enabled, by a judicious improvement of time, in attending lectures, and follow ing a course of reading, to acquire an amount of useful knowledge, far exceed ing that of many a young lady who has spent years at. a fashionable boarding school. Her manners, too, though per" fectly simple and unaffected, were grace ful and dignified, and no one could look on her sweet face, through which heart and mind were ever .speaking, without a feeling of deep interest and involuntarv admiration. Four years had how passed away since Grace Lee became an inhabitant of Low ell and in that time, the mortgage on the "home farm" had been paid oiY by her, and her father now sat in his accus tomed nook, with the glad consciousness that the inheritance which had descended to him, would go down to his children unincumbered by a single debt. - Besides this, Philip had been compelled, by her sisterly affection, to accept of her assist ance in his course of study, and was now, thanks to her generosity, a licensed minis ter, looked up to by all who knew him, as a young man ot more" than ordinary promise. Once a year she visited, for a few short days, the dear spot where her a flections were garnered, and it always seemed to the household, a? if th- Min WHEN" TIISY CEASE TO LEAD, WE CEASE TO SEPTEMBER 19, 1S50. shone less brightly than usual, when they missed tho light of her smile and the mu sic of her voice from their midst. But now the farmer and his wife were growing jcld. and could no longer spare her, androrwhe next Sabbath, her brother was to preach" for the first time in the old church, cf Meredith, so Grace Lee bade farewell to the spot endeared to her by many recollections, and at the close of a bright summer day, found herself once more amid her earliest and dearest friends, under the paternal roof from which the had been so long an exile. It was a happy circle that surrounded the family altar that night, and as the young clergyman, in a deep, rich voice, that trembled with emotion, thanked God for the way in which he had led them, and above all, for the safe return of her whom he had made the messenger of mercy to her fath- er's house, Grace felt that such a moment more than renaid her for all the sacrifices she had made. "Grace," said a younger brother lo her, a few days after her return "Mr. Day ton doesn't dare to look you in the face, though 1 saw him stealing a glance, when he thought no one was observing him. Poor man his wife is anything but a treasure, if report speaks truth, and if he did not sell rum to make money, he would j have to shut up his store. How glad I am, that you did not have him- but arc you really going to be an old maid?" Before the quick blush that crimsoned the cheek of our heroine, at this simple question, had subsided, Philip exclaimed with a smile "I must not divulge the secrets of the confessional, but if common fame speaks truly, a certain manufacturer, whose wealth is his least recommendation, is about to visit Beech Hill on a special errand. Our dear Grace has performed her part so admirably, in his mill, that he ' wishes to try her services as a housekeep i er is it not so, Grace?" "Never mind," said the fond father, who savsJier embarrassment, "what com mon fame says. Hear the voice of expe riencing, while I say, that the woman, who as a daughter and sister, has, like our own Grace, been dutiful, affectionate, and self-sacrificing, will certainly, what ever her station in lile may be, make a virtuous and excellent wile." Lady's Wreath. The Climate cf California. Drowned, mklted axd Baked. A j California corres pondent of the Kenosia Telegraph, who formerly resided in Wis consin, says: If there be no other spot on God's green earth where a man could live but Ca;ifornia, I would advise him tobuiid an ark and take to the water. Of all the miserable climates that ever froze an Esquimaux, or crisped the hair of a negro, this takes the palm. From the first of November to the last of March, there is nothin g bul rain and mud, and I mm! nrwl r.nin in pnil!c nriptv nnd r-oncoa J !ess succession; and from .March to Io vemlipr. there is nothinor bur ilnst nnd sun ana shine, and dustand blow; and if a green thing can be found to eat in any i patch of ground, (there is not a decent garden in all California, from the f::ow i t0p flf sierra Nevada lo the sands of the j pacjflC ) it has been coaxed out of the , earth bv some one (who was lunatic i enough to have a decent heme) standing j over jt u ui, a umbrella all dav, empty- j jng waler unon n al night, t hat'has been brought seven miles from the river. This ! COun)ry is no more fit for a family to live in than the crater of Etna is for an ice S house. No schools, no churches, no j morals, no Christianity, and Iio God, but ! the Trinity of whores, whisky and gold. We get nothing to eat but what comes round the Horn. -Everything has been twice melted or baked at the equator and once frozen at the poles. Our very neces saries are the miseries cf life. Could you know when we are frying our lean, rusty, and stinking pork, and the wind was fair, I have no doubt you cculd smell it in Illinois. If you could not, we would throw in a little butter, and you would scon turn your head to leeward." tEight large and splendid ocean steamships are now being constructed at New Vurk, and all nearly completed. -In three months all of them will probably be finished and running. Four of the num ber are destined for the Pacific Ocean. A green youth, who had crossed the At lantic, told a story of a storm, when the rain poured down in such torrents, that the ocean rose six. inches. "There is no mistake," said he, '.'because the captain kept a mark on the side of the vessel. ; OT"rhe young man who was crossed in love last week, says if it wasn't for get ting wet he ' would drown himselP. He wil probably compromise matters by thooting himself in a looking glass. FOLLOW.' Corrtxpondence of thr Philadelphia I.",dger. Letter from Jerusalem. FilOU JVMES V.. EVE HII ART, ESQ. Jerusalem May 10, 1830. Glad as'a " bud I led Hhe-prison -."walls' of the Lazaretto .and Gaza, the ancient city cf Sampson's heroic feats, whose gates he carried to the mountains, nnd where he bowed between the pillars, crushing the Pbifstine lords and ladies in his last revenge; and then near Askelon. whose ruirts strew the shore, and bv the ; sites of other places that have left no wreeks behind; by Ashdod, where "Da gon fell flat and shamed his worshipers," and Gath, the city of Goliah arid Ekron, "now -ooted up," whose smitten people .sent away the ark of God, when the un driven kine went lowing along the hih- 'af ' beshemesh, rejoicing the hearts f the reapers in the valley. Our way had thus passed two days over a plainso level, so wide and cheerful, that we slack ed our pace to feast upon the scene. It was the season of flowers and the time of singing birds and the voice of the turtle and the carol of the lark were filling with sweet music this voluptuous vale of Sha ron. The day seemed like an hour, and the road like a garden Rath old olives here and there wh'te with vernal bloom, and crimson blossoms shone like leaves of fire amidst the luxuriant branches of the pomegranate trees; and there were pinks, bright as stars upon the ground, roses worthy the strains of the sacred bard, and lilies such as the delighted eye of I Clarist remembered when he ut'.cro the j parable of Providence. We went on through field of grain and 1 tracts of land, which men were plough- ! ing for Indian corn, with an instrument! like a bended stick, drawn by heifers, such as perhaps the earliest fathers of! mankind employed, tmd we readied R im- i la, beautiful among the palms, the. Ari j mathea of Joseph, who buried Jesus: ' thence through a gap and along a seques tered valley, up a declivity, by the vil lage of the repentant thief, frowning like a fortress, and on a real, if can be called a road, which is the dry bed of a winter torrent, filled with stones of every size and figure, wildly hurled together, like broken walls or fallen rocks, deep and slippery, winding and narrow, up and down, no turf, desolate and hot, every step ditficuit, and every turn perilous, the horse plunging, crawling, sometimes on the mountain top, sometimes in a moun tain gorge here a village; then vale of Jeremiah; by a Iloman ruin and orer which he smote the giant, an J up another rugged ascent, and soon, with its embat tled walls, be held the sacred city. How solitary she seemed to sit upon the desolate mountain "shorn of her charms." Her environs "burned up like a wilderness. The neighboring heights no longer crowned with groves, nor the declivities gay with gardens; the fruitful vineyards, the pleasant trees, the green pastures, and the stiil waters have disap peared. The soil that was rich in grain ! and flowers, that flowed with milk and ! honey, that was the pride cf Jew end praise of Gentile, has given place to na- ked rocks, and a sterility almost univer sa! reigns around. A few olives still givi their name to that memorable hill where the saviour wept over the unrapeming i city, and that spot called Gethsemar.e sa- i cred to his agony and sorrow, when he I prayed for the hour and the cup lo pass Some little culture is or. Zion where David had his palace, whe-o is now his tomb and in that valley of the son of Ilimon, the scene of infamous worship paid to Moloch. On the Mount of Scandal stands a strange tree, almost alone, which tradi tion calls the gallows cfJudns, the betray er. Some delicious verdure and cheerful pomegranates flourish at the base of Ophel, watered by blest Silva's brook; nothing grows upon the fieid of blood, it is as barren as the highway; no stream flows in Summer along the channel of Kedron; and that pool is dry where the tempting beauty of Bathsheba bathing provoked the guiitof the enamored King. Within the town the streets, though paved, are as dificuh to travel as the road outside, lined with' low, mean houses; now and then a heap of filth, perhaps a carcass unburicd. half rotten and half eaten; here a horde of htdious dogs, there a knot of savege Arabs, crowds of lagged pilgrims, snme beggarly looking citizens, some forlorn Jews in greasy robes and wide rimmed hats, some l uik ish soldiers with pipes and swords, some women hermetically veiled, without even visible eyes. Amidst such objects, and a sight unexpected as unpleasant,' one unconsciously uses the prop-belie word can this be the city whoso comeliness was a proverb; that men called the pcr- fection'of beauty and the joy of the earth; was it here that God thought fit to put . VOL. GIVO. 0. his name, whither David bronht the Ark with songs of music; where Solomon sat upoa his ivory throne, a city where peo ple were a peculiar treasure, tut who for got the cause that cherished them that saved them that gave them food and habitation- they farot- the miracles of Egypt, of the wilderness, of Canaan the i - . i "-I c II- divided waters, the falling manna, the gushing rock, the defeated foes, the abundant posse ssion. They followed after stage idolaters, heathen abomina tions, and "oft forssook," "Their living strength, and onfif cucnted left Hid righteous altars, bi-wjnj lowly do An To vestal jjoda ." .. Sacrificing on the eminent places, in the valleys and under the green oaks, tj license, homiciJe and ha'.c, they stoned the Prophet cer.t to warn them of error and of danger, of sin and retribution and filling full the cup of thi ir transgression, they crucified Hi u who troagh; them' a new covenant, who taught them a new commandment, who would have gather d them under His wings- The day of vis itation came. The city wns encompassed round about with trenches she was cast down one stone was not left upon another unparalleled affliction befel hoi her land was wasted and neglected her inhabitants were scattered and sloin she was trodden upon and spoiled of lhj Genii h?s. Behold, to-day,' Moslem sentinels are a, the gates a Moslem mosque stands over the foundat ions of h. r temple, ;.na r.c.i sons are strangers within her walls he has been forsaken; but not forgotten bv reaved, but not forever. Is it not writ ten her wandering ch ildren shall retu n they shall come from the four Cjiners of the eailh, from beyond the seas, from the distant isles, from all the ccjnlries whither they have been driven, with arts knowledge and gold planting a new ua toin on the heigls of Zion, comforting her waste places, and causing peace to dv.ell again within he borders and prpsptr.ty withiu her palaces. JaS. D. EvEItHAIil. The Root cl Etil. Dow, Jr., in the Sunday Mercury, thu discourses on the importance xf mone : "My hearers this is not only a great but a curious and mysterious world we live in and pay rent for. All discord is harmony; all evil is good; all despotism is liberty; and all wrong is righi for as Al exander Pope says; "What ever is, is right, except a left boot, and wanting to borrow money." Vou may want sense, and the world won't blame you for it. It would gladly furnish you with the article, had it any to spare, but, unluekily, it has hardly enough for home consumption. Howev er, if you lack sense, you are well enough off", after all; for then if you co mm it a fox pau as the French say, yor? are let go with the compl-iiut. "Poor fool! he doesn't know any be tter!"' The truth is a gnat deal of brains is a vast deal of botheration. An empty skull is bound to shine in copmpa ny; because the proprietor of it hasn't enough to know that there is a possibility of his making a nincompoop of himself, and therefore lie clashes ahead, hit or miss and generally succeeds beyond the bound? of all expectation. Let a man be minus brains, and plus brass, and he is sure to pass through the world as 111011211 ne were greased from car to ankle; bat rig fori 11m up a complete machinery of thought, and' it is as much as he can do to tend it- lie goes to his gra e milled and tumbled curses-life for its cures, and moseys into eternity packsaduled with merited misery. Oh! for the happiness of a fooL" Very Explicit. A Y alike n.lmg to a Dutchman, exclaimed: "Well, stranger, for acquaintance sake, what might your name be? Vy, my name is II ounce HollenbetV- cngracnsteinourgh. 'Cape Cod! If that ain't as long as a pumpkin vine! Well, 1 hain't no time to lose, I'm on a speculation. Tell me the way to Harrisburg." "To Ilarrisourg? Veil, you see dat foat. poa tier h li!" pointing' in the direc tion. "Oh, yes, I scj it.' "Veil, den, you must not take dat iai. Y"ou sea dat roal bv der oal bank?v "Ye?." "V eil, Out is not der roat, too; but you must ro rig hi by der parn dere, and vtn you see ion roat crooks shust so, (bend itiT his elbow and describing it at the same time,) and ven you kit dere keep along until you kits furder. Veil den, you vou "will turn der potatoe batch round der bridge over der river up stream, ant der hill up, ant directly you sec my brodder Fritz's parn, shinkled mil straw, da!s der house vere mine brodder livec. He'll tell you so pctter as I can, and you go a little bit furder you see two roats you must take bote of dem." The Y'ankcc rode off at the tp of his ?pccd. .1 'A r 1 1 t 1 --: .'5 4i 1? 1 5 i !
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