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From Graham's Magazine.
C0UI3T CANDESPINA'S STANDARD.
A BALLAD.
BT GKORGH. BOKKR.
The King of Aragon now entered Castile, by
the way of Soria and Osma, with a powerful ar
my ; and having been met by the queen's forces,
both parties encamped near Sepulveda, and pre
pared to give battle. This engagement, called
from the field where it took place de la Espina,
(The Field of Thorns,) is one of the most famous
of that age. The dastardly Count of Lara fled at
the first shock, and joined the queen at Burgos,
where she was anxiously awaiting the issue ; but
tae Drave vouni oi canaespma (uomez vonzaiez
stood his ground to the last, and died on the
field of battle. His standard-bearer, a gentleman
of the house of Olea, after having his horse killed
under him, and both hands cut off by sabre
strokes, fell beside bis master, still clasping the
standard with bis arms, and repeating hi3 war
cry. Mad. Anita George's Annals of the Queens
of Spain.
Scarce were the splintered lances dropped.
Scarce were the swords drawn out.
Ere recreant Lara, sick with fear.
Had wheeled his steed about.
. Ilia courser reared, and plunged, and neighed,
Loathing the fight to yield,
But the coward spurred him to the bone,
And drove him from the field.
Gonzalez in his stirrups rose,
Turn, turn, thou traitor knight !
Thou bold tongue in a lady's bower.
Thou dastard in a fight !
But vainly TftWaat Gome cried
Across the waning 'fray.
Pale Lara and bis craven band
To Burgos scoured away.
Now, by the God above me, sirs.
Better we all were dead,
Than a single knight among ye all
Should ride where Lara led !
Let ye who fear to follow me.
As yon traitor, tarn and fly ;
For I lead ye not to win a field,
I lead ye forth to die.
Olea, plant my standard here
Here, on tins 'Httle mound ;
Here raise the war-cry of thy house,
Make this our rallying ground.
Forget not, as thou hop'st for grace,
TK tact mm T shall KiKVM
"Will he to hear thy battle-cry.
And see that standard wave.
Down on the ranks of Aragon
The bold Gonzales drove.
And Olea raised the battle-cry,
And waved the flag above.
Slowly Gonzalez' tittle band
- Gave ground before the foe.
Bat not an inch W the field was won
. Without a deadly blow ;
And net an inch of the field was won
That did not draw a tear
Fretn the widowed wives of Aragon,
That fatal news to bear.
Backward and backward Gomez fought.
And high o er the clashing steel,
Plainer and plainer rose the cry
Olea for Castile !
Backward fought Gomez, step by step,
Till the cry was close at hand.
Till his dauntless standard shadowed him,
A tkM li. a clan?
' Mace, sword, and axs rang on his mail,
. Yet he moved not where he stood,
. Though each gaping joint of armour ran
A stream of purple blood.
As pierced with countless wounds he fell.
The standard .caught his eye,
' . Aad he smiled, like an infaat hushed asleep.
To hear the battle-cry.
' Now, one by one, the wearied knights
Had fallen, or basely flown ;
Andom the mound, where his post was fixed,
Olea stood alone.
Yield up thy banner, gallant knight.
Thy lord lies on the plain.
Thy duty has been nobly done,
I would not see the slain.
Spare pity. King of Aragon,
I would not hear the lie ;
My lord is looking down from heaven.
To see his standard fly.
Yield, madman, yield ! thy horse is down.
Thou hast not lance nor shield :
Fly ! I will grant thee time. This flag
Can neither fly nor yield.
They girt the standard round about,
A wall of flashing steel.
But still they heard the battle-cry
Olet for Castile!
Aud there against all Aragon,
Full armed with lance and brand,
Olea fought until the sword
Snapped in his sturdy hand.
Among the foe, with that high scorn
Which laughs at earthly fears,
He hurled the broken hilt, and drew
His dagger on the spears.
They hewed the hauberk from his breast,
The helmet from his head,
They hewed the hands from off his limbs,
From every vein he bled.
T ' TT 1 J " ,
ue raised one aying peai,
That rang as if a trumpet blew
Olea for Castile !
EnlcsanbShctejjts.
THE RESCUE;
OR, UNCLE GEORGE'S STORY.
BT DICKENS.
We had devoted the morning before my wed
ding day to the arrangement of 'those trouble
some, delightful, endless little affairs, which the
world says must be set in order on such occa
sions ; and late in the afternoon we walked down,
Charlott and myself, to take a last bachelor and
maiden peep at the home which next day, was
to bo ours in partnership. Goody Barnes, al
ready installed as our cook and housekeeper,
stood at the door, ready to receive us as we cros
sed the market-place to inspect our cottage for
the twentieth time, cottage by courtesy, next
door to my father's mansion, by far the best and
handsomest in the place. It was some distance
from Charlott's house, where she and her widow
ed mother lived ; all the way down the lime
tree avenue, then over the breezy common, be
sides traversing the principal and only street,
which terminated in the village market place.
The front of our house was quakerlike, in point
of neatness and humility. But enter ! It is not
hard to display good taste when the banker's
book puts no veto on the choice gems of furni
ture, which give the finishing touch to the whole.
Then pass through, and bestow a glance upon
our living rooms looking down upon that greatest
of luxuries, a terraced garden, commanding the
country anil not a little of that cduntry mine
already the farm which my father had given
ine, to keep me quiet and contented at home. For
the closing perspective of our view, there was
the sea, like a bright blue rampart rising before
us. White-sailed vessels, or self-willed steam
ers, flitted to and fro for our amusement.
We tripped down the terrace steps, and of
course looked in upon the artificial grotto to the
right, which I had caused to be lined through
out with foreign shells and glittering spars,
more gifts from my ever-bountiful father. Char
lotte and I went laughingly along the straight
gravel walk, flanked on each side with a regi
ment of dahlias ; that led us to the little gate,
opening to give us admission to my father's own
pleasure grouud and orchard.
The dear old man was njoiced to receive us.
A daughter was what he so long had wished for.
We hardly knew whether to smile, or weep for
joy, as we ail sat togetner on the same rustic
bench, overshadowed by the tulip-tree, which
some one said ray father had himself brought
from North America. But of tlte means by
which he become possessed of many of his choic- !
est treasures, he never breathed a syllable to me.
His father, I very well knew, was nothing more
than a homely farmer, cultivating no great extent
of not too productive sea-side land ; but Char
lott's lace dress which she was to wear to-morrow
again another present from him was, her
mother proudly pronounced, valuable and hand
some enough for a princess. j
Charlotte had whispered, half said aloud, that
she had no fear now that Richard Leroy, her
boisterous admirer, would dare to attenipthis re
ported threat to carry her off to the continent in
his cutter. ,. Richard's name made my father
frown, so we'said no more ; we lapsed again into
that dreamy state of silent enjoyment which was
the best expression of our happiness.
Leroy's father was called a farmer ; but on our
portion of the English coast there are many things
tha n well undert9-a rather tliau drij- Ma
distinctly expressed ; aud no one had ever en
lightened my ignorance. My father was on speak
ing terms with him, that was all ; corteous, but
distant ; half timid, half mysterious. He dis
couraged my childish intimacy with Richard ;
yet he did not go so far as to forbid it. Once,
when I urged him to allow me to accompany
young Leroy in his boat, to fish in the Channel
one calm and bright summer morning, he per
emptorily answered, " No ! I do not wish you
to learn to be a smuggler." But then, he instant
ly checked himself, and afterwards was more
anxious and kind to me than ever. Still Richard
and I continued playfellows until we grew up,
and both admired Charlotte. He would have
made formal proposal for her hand, if the mar
ked discouragement of her family had not shut
out every opportunity. This touched his pride,
and once made him declare, in an off-hand way,
that it would cost him but very little trouble to
land such a light cargo as that, some pleasant
evening, in France, or even on one of the Azore
.Islands, if orange groves and orange blossoms
were what my lady cared about. It is wonderful
how far, and how swiftly, heedless words do fly
when once they are uttered. Such speeches did
not close the breach, but instead, laid the first
foundation for one of these confirmed estrange
ments which village neighborhoods only know.
The repugnance manifested by Charlott's friends
was partly caused by the mystery which hung
to Richard' ample means. The choice was un
hesitatingly made in my favor. In consequence:
as a sort of rejected candidate, Richard Leroy
really did lie, amongst us, under an unexpressed
and indefinite ban, which was by no means like
ly to be removed by the roystering, scornful air
of superiority with which he mostly spoke of,
looked at, and treated us.
Charlotte and I took leave of my father on that
grey September evening with the full conviction
that every blessing was in store for us which af
fection and wealth had the power to procure.
Over the green, and up the lime-tree avenue, and
then, good-night, my lady-love! Good-night.
row ah ! think of to-morrow. The quarters of
the church clock strike half-past nine. Good
night, dear mother-in-law. And, once more,
good-night, Charlotte !
It was somewhat early to leave ; but my fath
er's plans required it. He desired that we should
be married, not at the church of the village where
we all resided, but at one distant a short walk, in
which he took a peculiar interest where he had
selected the spot for a family burial place, and
where he wished the family registers to be kept.
It was a secluded hamlet ; and my father had
simply made the request that I would lodge for a
while at a farm house there, in order that the
wedding might be performed at the place he fixed
his heart iipon. My duty and my interest were
to obey.
Good night. Charlotte," had not long been
uttered, before I was fairly on the way to my
temporary home. Our village, and its few scat
tered lights, were scon left behind, and I then
was upon the open down, walking on with a
springing step. On one side was spread the
English Channel ; and from time to time I could
mark the appearance of the light at Cape Grinez,
on the French coast opposite. There it was,
coming and going, flashing out and dying away.
with never ceasing coquetry. The cliff lay be
tween my path and the sea. There was no dan
ger ; for, although the moon was not up, it was
bright starlight. I knew every inch of the way
as well as I did my father's garden walks. In
September, however, mists will rise ; and, as I
approached the valley, there came the offspring
of the pretty stream which ran through it, some
thing like a light cloud running along the ground
before the wind. Is there a night-fog coming
on ? Perhaps there may be. If so, butter steer
quite clear of the cliff, by means of a gentle cir
cuit inland. It is quite impossible to miss the
valley ; and, once in the valley, it is equally dif
ficult to miss the hamlet. Richard Lerov has
been frequently backward and forward the last
few exenings ; it would be strange if we should
chance to meet here, and on such an occasion.
On, and stifl -on, cheerly. In a few minutes
more I shall reach tle farm, and then, to pass
one more solitary night is almost a pleasurable
delay, a refinement in happiness. I could sing
aud dance for joy. Yes, dance all alone, oa the
elastic turf! There, just one foolish caper ; just
one
Good God ! is this not the shock of an earth
quake ? I hasten to advance another step, but
the ground beneath me quivers and sinks. I
grasp at the side of a yawning pitfall, but grasp
in vain. Down, down, down. I fall hcadlonsr.
When my senses returned, and I could look
about me, the moon had risen, and was shining
in at the treacherous hole through which I had
fallen. A glance was only too sufficient to ex
plain my position. Why had I always so fool
ishly refused to allow the farmer to meet me half
way, and accompany me to his house every eve
ning ; knowing, as 1 did know, how the chalk
and limestone of the district had been undermin
ed in catacombs, sinuous and secret, for wells,
flint, manure, building materials, and other pur
poses ? My poor father and Charlotte !
Patience. It can hardly be possible that now.
on the eve of marriage, I am suddenly doomed to
a lingering death. The night mnst be passed
here, and daylight will show some means of es
cape. I will lie down on this heap of earth that
fell under me.
Amidst despairing thoughts, aud a hideous
waking nightmare, daylight slowly came.
The waning moon had not releavcd the ex
tremity of my despair ; but now it was clearly
visible that I had fallen double the height I sup
posed. But for the turf which had fallen under
me, I must have been killed on the spot. The
against it with my back and knees ; and there
were no friendly knobs or protuberances visible
up its smoocn siaes. xne cnasm increased m
diameter as it descended : like an inverted funnel.
I might possibly climb up a wall ; but could I
creep along a ceiling ?
I shouted as I lay ; no one answered. I shout
ed again and again. Then I thought that too
much shouting would exhaust my strength, and
unfit me for the task of mounting. I measured
with my eye the distance from stratum to strat
um of each well maiked layer of chalk. And
then, the successive beds of flint they gave me
the greatest hopes. If footholes could only be
cut ? Though the feat was difficult, it might be
practicable. The attempt must be made.
I arose, stiff and bruised. No matter. The
first layer of flints was not more than seven or
eight feet overhead. Those once reached, I could
secure a footing, and obtain a first starting place
for escape. I tried to climb to them with my
feet and hands. Impossible ! the crumbling wall
would not suoDort half my weight. As fast as I
attempted to get handhold or footing, it fell in
fragments to the ground. '
But, a better thought to dig it away, and
make a mound so high that, by standing on it,
I could manage to reach the flint with my hands.
I had my knife to help me ; and, after much hard
work, my object was accomplished, and I got
within reach of the shelf.
My hands bad firm hold of the horizontal flint.
They were out with clinging: but I found that,
by raising myself, and then thrusting my feet in
to the chalk and marl, I could support myself
with one hand enly, leaving the other free to
work. I did work: clearing away the chalk
above the flint, so as to give me greater standing
room. At last, I thought I might venture upon
the ledge itself. By a supreme effort, I reached
the shelf; but moisture had made the chalk unc
tuous and slippery to the baffled grasp. Tt was
in vain to think of mounting higher, with no
point of support, no firm footing. A desperate
leap across the rh flf J l not tH slightest
nope: because, even if successful, I could not for
one moment maintain the advantage gained. I
was determined to remain on the ledge of flint.
Another moment, and a rattling on the floor soon
aught me in y powerlessness. Down sunk the
chalk beneath my weight; only just failing to
crush me under it. Stunned, and cut, and bruis
ed, I spent some time pfostated by half conscious
but acute sensation of misery. Sleep, which as
yet I had not felt, began to steal over me, but
could gain no mastery. With each moment of
incipient unconsciousness, Charlotte was present
ed to me, first, in her wedding-dress; next in our
terrace beckoning me gaily from the garden be
low; then we were walking arm-in-arm in smi
ling conversation; or seated happily together in
my father's library. But the full consciousness
which rapidly succeeded presented each moment
the hideous truth. It was now broad day; and
I realized Charlotte's sufferings. I beheld her
awaiting me in her bridal dress; now hastening
to the window, and straining her sight over the
valley, in the hope of my approach; now stricken
down by despair at my absence. My father, too
whose life had been always bound up in mine !
These fancies destroyed my power of thought.
I felt wild and frenzied. I raved and shouted,
and listened, knowing no answer could come.
But an answer did come: a maddening answer.
The sound of bells, dull, dead, and in my hideous,
well-hole, just distinguishable. They rang out
my marriage peal. Why was I not hurried alive
when 1 first fell ?
I could have drunk blood, in my thirst, had
it been offered to me. Die I must, I felt full well;
but let mc not die with my mouth iu flame ?
Then came the struggle of sleep; and then fitful,
tantalizing dreams. Charlotte appeared to me
plucking grapes and dropping them playfully in
to my mouth, or catching water in the hollow of
her hand, from the Httle cascade in our grotto,
and I drunk. But hark ! drip, drip, and again
drip ! Is this madness till ? No. There must
be water oozing somewhere out of the sides of
this detested hole. Where the treacherous wall
is slimiest, where the green patches are brightest
and widest spread on the clammy sides of my liv
ing sepulchre, there will be the spot to dig and
to search.
Again the knife. Every blow gives a more
dead and hollow sound. The chalk dislodged is
certainly not Wioister: but the blade sticks fast
into wood the wood of a cask; something slow
ly begins to trickle down. It is braivjr !
Brandy ! shall I taste ? Yet, why not? I
did; and soon for a time remembered nothing.
I retained a vivid and excited consciousness up
to one precise moment, which might have been
marked by a stop-watch, and then all outward
things were shut out, as suddenly as if a lamp
had been extinguished. A long and utter blank
succeeded. I have no further recollection either
of the duration of time, or of any bodily suffering.
Had I died by alchoholic poison and it is a mir
acle the brandy did not kill me then would have
been the end of my actual and conscious existence.
My senses were dead. If what happened after
wards had occurred at that time, there would
have been no story for you to listen to.
Once more, a burning thirst. Huuger had en
tirely passed away. I looked up, and all was
dark; not even the stars or the cloudy sky were
to be seen at the opening of my cavern. A show
er of earth and heavy stones fell upon me as I lay.
I still was barely awake and conscious, and a
grcan was the only evidence which escaped me
that I had again recovered the use of my senses.
" Halloa ! What's that down there ? " said
a voice whose tone was familiar to me. I uttered
a faint but frantic cry.
I heard a moment's whispering, and the hol
low echo of departing footsteps, and then all was
still acain. The voice over head once more fed-
JtMflMl ma I
' Courage, George; keep up your spirits ! In
two minutes I will come down and haul you. i
Don't you know me ? "
I then did know that it could be no other than
my old rival, Richard Leroy. Before I could col
lect my thoughts, a light glimmered against one
side of the well: and then, in the direction oppo
site the fallen table of flint, and just over it,
Richard appeared, with a lantern in one hand,
and a rope tied to a stick across it in the other.
Have you strength enough left to sit upon this,
and to hold by the rope while I haul you up ? "
" I think I "have, " I said. I got the stick un
der me, and held by the rope to keep steady on
my scat. Richard planted his feet firmly on the
edge of his standing place, and hauled me up.
By a slight of hand and an effort of strength, in
which I was too weak to render him the least as
sistance, he landed me at the mouth of a subter
ranean gallery opening into the well. I could
just sec, on looking back, that if I had only main
tained my position on the ledge of flint, and un
proved it a little, I might, by a daring and vig
orous leap, have sprung to the entrance of this
very gallery. But those ideas were now useless.
I was so thorougly worn out that I could scarce
ly stand, and an entreaty for water preceded even
my expression of thanks.
" You shall drink your fill in one instant, and
I am heartily glad to have helped you; but first
let me mention one thing. It is understood that
you keep roy secret. You cannot leave this
place unless I blindfold you, which would be
an insultwithout learning the way to return
to it; and of course, what you see along the gal
leries are to you nothing but shadows and dreams.
Have I your promise ? "
I was unable to make any other reply than to
seize his hand, and burst into tears. How I got
from the caverns to the face of the cliff, how
thence to the beach, the secluded hamlet, and
sleeping village, does really seem to my memory
like a vision. On the way across the downs, Le
roy stopped onoe or twice, more for the sake of
resting my acling limbs, than of taking breath
or repose himself. During those intervals, he
quietly remarked to me liow prejudiced and un
fair we had all of us been to him; that as for
Cliarloote he considered her as a child, a little
sister, almost even as a baby plaything. She
was not the woman for him: he for his part, liked
a girl with a little more of the devil about her.
No doubt he could have carried her off: and no
doubt she would have loved him desperately a
fortnight afterwards. But when he had onoe got
her, what should he have done with such a blue-
eyed milk-and water angel as that ? Nothing
serious to annoy us had ever entered his head.
And my father ought not quite forget the source
of his own fortune, and hold himself aloof from
his equals; although he might be lying quietly in
harbor at present. Really it was a joke, that,
instead of eloping with the bride, he should be
bringing home the eloped bridegroom !
I fainted when he carried me into roy father's
house, and I remembered no more than his tem
porary adieu. But afterwards, all went on slow
ly and surely. My father and Richard became
good friends ,and theold gentleman acquired such
influence over him. that Leroy's pleasure trips "
soon became rare, and finally ceased altogether.
At the last run, he brought a foreign wife over
with him, and nothing besides a Dutch woman
of great beauty and accomplishments; who, as
he said, was as fitting a helpmate for him, as
Charlotte, he acknowledged, was for me. lie al
so took a neighboring parish church a:id its ap
purtenances into favor, and settled d-jwn as a
landsman within a few niles of us. And, if our
families continue to go on the friendly way they
have done for the last few years, it ems likely
that a Richard may conduct a Charlotte, to enter
their names together in a favorite register book.
Touching Incident.
The St. Louis Democrat of the 24th ult. con
tains the following keart-rendiug account: On
last Tuesday six or light convicts were started
off for the penitentiary. They were handcuffed
first, and then a blacksmith sent for, who rivet
ed them in couples with heavy iron. Afterwards
they were marched from the prison hall into the
office, to await there the a nival of the coach.
It was a huuvlliatiug spectacle and the dogged
eye and burning cheek of more than one prisoner
told that a tender cord was touched amid all the
surrounding obdurateness. But there was a pas
sage in the scene which was imbued with pecu
liar feelings of another kind. Among the ciuii
nals was Daniel Cullen, convicted of the foul mur
der of bis own wife, and sentenced to a term of
ninety-nine years in the penitentiary a prisoner
for life. Shortly before the arrival of the coach,
a woman, bowed and decrepid with years, and
bearing an infant in her arms, entered the cff.ee
hesitatingly. Scanning the faces of the crowd,
her eye fell finally upon Cullen, and with a shriek
of recognition, paiu and half joy it appeared, she
ran to him, and fell weeping on his breast. It
was his mother, come to bid him farewell, and
show him his own child for the last time. The
scene was a moving one. The man at first was
ashamed to give way to his feelings, and for a
while remonstrated gently with his old mother as
she fondled with him. At last, however, nature
could contain itself no longer he fell back upon
his scat and cried like a child. The marshal and
jailor, with all tler familiarity with distresses
of the kind, found a difficulty in mastering their
own promptings. When the conveyence arrived
it required no little exertion to part the mother
from the son.
The Ottomans.
A late traveller in Turkey thus describes some
of the peculiarities ia the manners and customs
of the Turks :
"They abhor the hat; but uncovering the
head which with us is an expression of respect
is considered by them disrespectful and inde
cent. No offence is given by keeping on a hat
in a mosque, but shoe must be left at the thresh
old- The slipper, and not the turban, is removed
in token of respect. The Turks turn in their
toes ; they write from right to left ; they mount
on the right side of a horse. They follow their
guests into a room, and precede them on leaving
it. The left hand is the place of honor ; they do
the honors of the table by serving themselves
first. They are great smokers and coffee drink
ers. They beckon by throwing back the hand in
stead of throwing it toward them. They cut
the hair from the head. They sleep in their
clothes. They look upon beheading as a more
disgraceful punishment than strangling ; they
deem our short and close dresses as indecent ;
our shaven chins a mark of effeminacy and servi
tude. They resent an inquiry after their wives
as an insult. They commence their wooden
houses at the top, and the upper apartments are
frequently finished before the lower ones are clo
sed in. They regard dancing as a theatrical per
formance, only to be looked at and not mingled
in, except by slaves. Lastly, their morning
habit is white ; their sacred color green ; their
Sabbath day is Friday ; and interment follows
immediately on death."
Precept is instruction written, ia the sand
the tide flows over it and the record is gone. Ex
ample is instruction graven on the rock, and agf
may pass away before that lesson is lost.
j The Truant Girl in Male Attire Her
mysterious History.
On Wednesday night the gentleman who adoj
ted the girl, Eliza Ann Peacock, who some weeks
since fled from Philadelphia, disguised ia male at
tire, a full account of which is published yester
day morning, arrived in the City to claim his lo?t
child, her arrest having been announced to him
by telegraph. The young truant was at the
house of Officer Wooley, in Greenwich street,
whither he immediately repaired, and on her see
ing her parent she rushed to his arms and evin
ced the greatest delight. The father also seemed
almost overcome w ith joy at recovering his long
lost child. The cause of the sudden derarture
of the child from her home is explained by her
adopted father, who states that he adopted her
about seven years ago, she having then receutly
been brought to tins country and being of illegit
imate though liigh foreign birth. Finding her
unusually promising, he took a deep interest in
her and gave her a useful as well as an ornamen
tal education.
For some months past 6he has Secretly harbor
ed the idea of returning to England for the pur
pose of searching for her mother, of whom ahe
either had some indistinct recollection, or had
heard spoken of by some person at Philadelphia,
acquainted with her history. With a view of
accomplishing this purpose, knowing that if her de
sign was known her intentions would be thwarted,
she secretly left the roof of her friend's and cam
to this city, intending to labor uutil she could
earn sufficient to procure a passage for England.
On arriving here she purchased boys clothing,
and having dressed in it, applied at various places
until she succeeded in getting employment in the
store of Mr. Yenables, in Canal street.
Since her abrupt departure from home, the
greatest concern has been manifested by her guar
dian for her safety. Messengers were dispatch
ed in every direction, and advertisements insert
ed in a large number of papers for her discovery.
The letter which she exhibited at various places
to influence iu procuring fir her a situation, she
wrote herself. Yesterday morning .lit, W ith her
parent, took the cars for Philadelphia. She has
recently been left a large fortune by some family
connection living iu England, .V. Y. Trtlmnt,
20t.
mysterious Abduction.
The Jersey City L'nitu ttatcs that a young la
dy disappeared from that vicinity on AVcduesday
night, under mysterious circumstances. She re
turned from a short walk, with a female friend
just at night. On arriving at the door of the
house she sloped, and telling her companion to
go iuto the house she started quickly down the
road as she said to look for her handkerchief. -Her
companion waited for a momeut on the steps
and saw her go a few yards, stoop down, and then
turn back towards the house. The friend then
went into the house. - She had hardly shut tho
door behind her before she h .aid a faint cry.
Thinking that her friend was only calling to her
not to shut the dour, she mischievously locked it
ran up stairs, intending to keep the young lady
waiting at the door till the servant bhould open
it. From that moment notluog has been seen or
heard of her.
Her father and brothers fancied le had gone
np stairs : the friend in the same way, lancicd
that 'she had stayed below ; and it was only after
coming down to the parlor that both discovered
the absence of the "daughter of the house."
Search was immediately commenced and this
young lady's shawl four.d close to tlie house, but
no other traces have been discovered. She is
young pretty and accomplished, but is not known
to have bi-en upon intimate terms with any of
the opposite sex.
Capital pob tub Yousa. It is a consolation
for all right-minded young nicn in this country,
that though they may not be able to command
as much pecuniary capital as they would wih to
commence business themselves, yet there is a
moral capital which they ean have that will
weigh as much money with those (people .w hose
opinion is worth having. And it docs not take
a great while to accumulate a respectable amount
of capital. It consists in truth, honesty and in
tegrity; to which may be added decision, firmness
courage, and perseverence. With these qualities
there arc few obstacles which cannot be overcome.
Friends spring up and surround such a young
man almost as if by magic. Confidence flows
out to him, and business accumulates on his
hands faster than he can ask it. And in a few
short years such a young man is in advance of
many, who started w ith him, having equal tal
ents, and larger pecuniary means; ere long our
young friend stands foremost, the honored, trust
ed, and loved. Would that we could induce ev
ery youtlxf ul reader to commence lifb on the prin
ciple that moral capital is the thing after all.
ZZ7 A descent was made upon the lottery
dealers in New York on Tuesday. They arrest
ed B. B. Mars & Co. They issued flaming circu
lars, schemes under the head of " Grand Consoli
dated Lottery," $100,000, $50,000, 25.000
prizes. In tlieir circulars they present this ex
hortation; " To all unlucky buyers we say, try
again; ' don't give up the ship and success will be
yours. " The officers secured a large nunibcr
of their circulars and schemes, together w ith
30 letters which they were about mailing, and
about 500 others which they had received from
various parts of the country, nearly all of which
contained money in sums varying fiora $3 up
ward, and asked for schemes, numbers, Ac.
Some of these letters were quits racy in their
Style, being not only from young men and, mai
dens, but also from elderly ladies and oki men.
who,' it would appear, had been, fcr some Urn,
patrons of B. B. Mars A Cp. Many of the letters
implored and beseechtd. to have lucky numbers
' sent to their writers, as they bd lrcdy exj end
j id tonsidcrallt uns lo np purpose.