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It is a place where poets crowned May feel the heart's decaying— It is a place whore happy saints May weep anmid their praying— Yet let the grief and humbleness, Ae low as silence, languish; Earth surely now may give her calm To whom she gave her anguish. 0 poets ! from a maniac's tongue Wan poured the deathless singing! 0 Christians Z at your cross of hope A hopeless band was clinging ! 0 men ! this man in botherhood, Your weary paths beguiling, Groaned only while lie taught you peace, And died while yet smiling ! And now, what time ye all may read Through dimming tears his story— How discord on the music fell, And darkness on the glory— And how, when one by one, sweet sounds And wandering lightsdeparted, He wore no less a lowing face, Beeanse broken-hearted— Ile shall be strong to sanctify The poet's high vocation, And bowed the meekest Criatian down In meeker adoration; Nor ever shall he be in praise, By wise or good forsaken; Named softly, as the household name Of one whom God hath taken ! With sadness that is calm, not gloom, I learn to think upon him; With meekness that is gratefulness, On God whose heaven Lath won him— Who suffered once the madness cloud, Toward His love to blind him; But gently led the blind along Where breath and bird could find him; And wrought within his shattered brain, Such quick poetic senses, As hills have language, for, and stars, Harmonious influences; The pulse of dew upon the grass, His own calmly number; And silent shadow from the trees Fell o'er him like a slumber. The very world, by God's constraint, From falsehood's chill removing, Its woman and its men became Beside him, true and loving ! And timid hares were drawn from woods To share his home caresses, Uplooking to his human eyes With sylvan tendernesses. But while in blindness he remained Unconscious of the guilding, And things provided came without The sweet sense of providing, Ile testified this solemn truth, Though frenzy desolated— Nor man, nor nature satisfy, When only God created ! Lit, a sick child that knoweth not liis mother while she blesses, And dropped% on his burning brow The coolness of her kisses, That turns his fevered eves around— "My mother ! where's my mother?" And ~ f such tender words and looks Could come from any other! The:fever gone, with leaps of heart Ile sees her bending o'er him; Iler face all pale from watchful love, The unweary love she bore him Thus, woke the poet from the dream His life's long fever gave hint, Beneath those deep pathetic eyes Which closed in death to save him! Thus ! oh, not thus ! no type of earth Could image that awaking Wherein he scarcely heard the client Of seraphs, round him breaking— Or felt the now inimortal throb Of soul from body parted, Hut felt those eyes alone, and knew "My Saviour ! not deserted !" Deserted! who Loth dreamt that, when The cross in darkness rested, Upon the Victint's hidden face, No love was manifested ? What frantic hands outstretched have e'er The stoning drops averted— What tears have washed thorn from tiro soul— Thnt ono should be deserted? Deserted ! God could separate From his own essence rather; And Adam's sins have swept between The righteous Son and Father— Yea ! once, Immanuel's orphaned cry, His universe bath shaken— It went up single, echoless, "My God, / am forsaken !" It went up from the Holy's lips Amidst his lost creation, That of the lost, no son should use Those words of desolation; That earth's worst frenzies, marring hope, Should mar not hope's fr uition; And I, Of, Cowper's grave should see Hos reserve inn vision! ilu a I SEB NI MISCELLANEOI The Graves of Shelley RY ITILLIAM PORTER 111 The Protestant Cemetery nt I out of the noise and tumult of du northern e;tremity of theTnnei, grass-overgrown heaps of whose the lovely resting-place of those w without the pale of the "Mother Cl nes bloom here the winter long, an shaped trees, which are scattere . , . ............. there about it, preserve their darkl foliage throughout the entire year. warm, sunny, and delicious envelop spot, broken only . by the drowsy hi and the fitful strains of ./Eolian musi passing breezes wake in the bough presses. The' division of the cemetery in . , icli Kea - is is buried is surrounded by a deep nd broad excavation, perfectly . impassable ex pt at one point, which is defended by a strong, igh gate. Why such precautions have been t. en to se clude the "heroic dust" of a few P testants, one is at a loss to imagine. A "cust e," resi ding near the place, removes, for a sli lit remu neration, the only remaining obstacl to your ingress, and you enter upon a leve pint of ground containing a few squarer s. The first object that attracts your Went ii, from its proximity to the gateway, is the .ve of Kent, which is marked by a simple marble slab of extreme diminutiveness, and o not re markable beauty. It contains, rudel sculp tured in bas-relief, a harp with three strings, the remainder are broken and wanting; an em blem of the half-strong song and unfinished career of the poet. Beneath the harp is chis eled the following inscription— " This grave Contains all flat was mortal of* Youxo ENGLISH POET, who in the hittermcs of his heart at the malicious touter of his enemies I de red these words to be gn en on his tombstone : "11 e lies one whose name sr writ in water." Feb. 2 , 1821." The grave lies quit alone, and is evidently mud: neglected; for ff. re is no inclosure around it, and no flowers are bout it; nor does even a mound of earth any nger define its outlines, 10 for the, winter's I • and the gacrilerrious feet of travelers have beaten and trampled it down to the original evel of the ground, and instead of "daisies gro "ng o'er" his dust, waves 1\ the tall, lank grass, relied in the burning heat, and filled with u.,, • weeds. And perhaps it is we that Keats sleeps thus disregarded. His is n memory to be kept alive by a pile of nut le and a pompous in scription. He had ne e but enemies in life; why should they come t visit the resting-place of his ashes ? He spranc from the lowest grade of society; why should tl perfumed nobility of his native land care for 1: grave of an hostler's son? Neglected and pe secuted while alive, what claim has he in deli on the honor and adoration of mankind? remature his birth, premature his death, unf ished his song, and Incomplete his fame; is it of in harmony with his life and his death, th he slumbers thus neglected? His incolieret mnrmcrings, mnsi• eel as the morning song Memnon, will not these embalm his memory, d transmit it from heart to heart down the , iterations of men, transmuting the cold realiti of life into 'things of beauty,' and forming the into "joys forev er?" The part of the cemetery 'n which Keats is buried has never been fulq copied, and is no longer used as a place of into ent. The graves in it number perhaps fifty, . d are scattered about without the least regal rity, as are also the few cypresses it contains. Two tombs, near \ those of the poets, have hedge of huge cactus• es around them, and present a ost unique and striking appearance. Near le centre, and beneath a cluster of trees, is he tomb of an American from Massachusett which is the most beautiful, and with two three excep tions, is the only work of art deserving the name of a monument which the enclosure con tains. At the extreme margin f the ground, and at a considerable distance m the grave of Keats, is that of a child of telley. It is covered by a plain brown stone, I ing, flat upon the earth, and contains a • simple , nscription to the effect, that here lies buried a Rd of Percy Bysshe and Mary Walstonecraft elley. This grave is just beneath the pyrai 'd of Caius Cestius, which towers high over it spot " Like flame transformed to rhle." The part of the cemetery in wl eh Shelley is buried, lies at a considerable di tance from that which contains the dust of K , ts, and is both naturally and artificially of exceeding beauty. It rises gradually front th entrance up to the ancient wall of Home, a d is filled with lofty musical cypresses, benead which are clustered, to the number of severe• hundred, the graves of foreign Protestants, no ly adorn ed with magnificent marble monume ts. The greater proportion of those who here "Have pitched in Heaven's smile thei camp of death," are the countrymen of him whose 1. b fur nishes the principal attraction of the s ot. The grave of Shelley lies at the extre c mar gin of the inclosure, and is overshado •cd by one of the half-ruined towers of the and nt city wall. If is covered by a stone of dar slate, lying upon the ground, a little inclined in the direction of the slope of the hill, and rontains the following brief and beautiful epitaph: Percy Bysshe Shelley Cor cordittm. Natus 4 Aug., 1792. Obiit 8 July, 1822. " Nothing of him that cloth fade, But cloth suffer a sea-change Into something rich anti strange." ...- , Around the grave is n rim of box-plants, and within this stands a row of rose-bushis, which have muttered to a considerable degree 'ron: the numberless "souvenirs" they have bee' forced to furnish. Several tall cypresses en rele it, and against ono of which rests a corne of the tombstone. It is cared for with the reatest attention, and seems to be very much `visitedt indeed, quite a path is trodden from th gate way billow, among the thickly clustered menu, meats. Standing on the top of this sunny slpc by the grave of Shelley, a seena of beauty p ‘senU itself, which the world cannot rival. age you lies the "Eternal City," high above those convent-crowned hills towers the mighty 11eme of St. Peter's. At a short distance rises Mount Aventine, green with luxuriant vineyards, and gay with the fragments of crumbling arches, i At your right hand is spread out the silent, en, nest "eampagna," clothed with an atmosphere which is ever turning l'rOtll 1 - .ne to another of all the brilliant tints of the rilintiow„and all the various depths and thintnesses of shade and tinge, waving and changing in exhaustless, ev• or.varying combinations, till with gazing the senses become intoxicated with delight, enrnv. isbed with A range dream•shrolows iluncertnin, tantingbon arall L. STAR ABOVE THE HORIZON, PROMISING LIGHT TO GUIDE as, BUT TUE INTELLIGENT, PATRIOTIC, UNITED WHIG PARTY OF TIM UNITED STATES."---E WEBSTER, HUNTINGDON, PA., WEDNESDAY, MAY 11, 1853. undefined splendors. No artist lens ever imi tated, nor can human lang,tinge describe, Ric harmonious confusion of hues and shades in this magic aurora-borealittn panorama of light. which is shifting, and deepening, and fading before you. Now defining the minutest lines of the Apennines against the white lucid sky beyond, now pouring ont :in inundation of li quid glow over the level waste of the desert campagna, till it lies befOre you like a gorgeous mirage, radiant and sparkling, out of which rise cities, villages, villas, ruins, and temples, that in a moment vanish, and melt into a million hued chaos of colors, out of which is formed the next instant a still more enchanting scene of wonder and beauty. It was on a silent sunny April afternoon that I visited, for the last time, the Protestant cem etery. I found myself entirely alone; not a hu man being was in sight, and not a sound broke the dead silence, save the tinkling of bells from a herd of goats, which were feeding on the piles of ruins around me, and an occasional strain of music from the shepherd's pipe, behind a vol canic hill. Evening at length drew near, and the cypresses, waking at the voice of the rising breene from their day-long sleep, began to sing a dirge over the dead beneath their shade..., An eminence, surmounted by a solitary cross, rose at no great distance from me; I climbed up to its summit, and sat down by the cross.— At this moment the mighty chime of St. Pe ter's begun to fling volumes of sound into the balmy air, and hunereds of sweet-voiced bells , poured their music into the anthem of vesper prayer that was rising to the throne of the Vir gin. One by one the bells were hushed, and silence again resumed its death-like repose.— Piles of fiery crimson clouds reflected up the light of the sun from behind the horizon, and lit with a glow of divine beauty the last smile of day. Wrapped in a veil of golden haze lay, naked and barren, the Etruscan hills, where aloq' verdant slopes were spread luxurious ci ties, rich in all the arts of civilized life, before architect had planned the metropolis of the , world, whose flower-clad heaps of ruins strewed the plain below me. Coiling like a huge ser pent around volcanic hills, and crawling thro'gh sunken marshes, the "golden Tiber" opened its mouth and thrust its forked tongue into the evening sea.* Triumphant fleets, laden with the spoils of the earth, were but yesterday ri ding on its bosom, and marble cities lined its fertile shores. Scarcely seen in the gray dis tance towered up the "Monte Circello," silent and alone among the waves of the Mediterra nean. In the days of Homer dwelt upon its rocky peak, Circe, the fair enchantress, who entertained at her fatal banquets, Ulysses, and his shipwrecked mariners. Farther round rose the cone-shaped "Monte Cari," where Juno, surrounded by the anxious gods, saw t,c, final triumph of Roman valor. A convent, Abed with speechless monks, now crowns its summit. The Sabine mountains formed the last arc of the circle; bending, like a crescent moon, around the dark plain below; villages and ivied castles, robed in lucid twilight, were scattered gray and thick along their slopes and crags. As the circle of vision gradually grew nar rower, and these scenes inched into the purple dusk of evening, I turned to take a final gaze at the spot where our poets rest. Is it not fit ter, said Ito myself, that they should sleep here in the warm maternal bosom of the earth, beneath such a radiant sky, and surrounded by , such scenes of undying beauty, than that their remains should be mouldering in the damp vaults of a gloomy cathedral, and their features be caricattired by . stupid stone-cutters, on mar ble monuments in the niches above? Yes, more proudly are they sepultured, those fiery i hearted children of neglect and misfortune, ' than England's most worshipped poets beneath Westminster Abbey. Keats, ane lies far :own, at the IE city, the ins encircle o have died ireb." Ro i the plan-le -1 here and ever-green A silence the whole of flies, which the of the ey.. *The Tiber flows into the Mediterranean through a double channel, on the one of which lie the ruins of Ostia, and on the other is the little village of Fiumicino, at present the no called, "Port of Rome." Between the two mouths is a narrow prong•shaped tongue of sand extending into the sea. Death Warrant of Jesus Christ. Of the many interesting relics and fragments of antiquity which have been brought to light by the persevering researches of modern philo sophers, none could have been more interesting to the philanthropist and believer than the one we publish below. "Chance," says the Courier des Etats Unis, "has just put into our hands the most imposing and interesting judicial doc ument to all Christians that ever has been re corded in human annals"—that is, the identi cal death warrant of our Lord Jesus Christ.— The document was faithfully transcribed by the editor, in these words Sentence rendered by Pontius Pilate, acting Governor of Lower Galilee, stating that Je sus of Nazareth shall suffer death on the cross. In the year seventeen of the Emperor Tibe rius Cwsar, and the 27th day of March, the ci ty of the holy Jerusalem—Anna and Caiphas being priests, sacrifiscators of the people of God—Pontius Pilate, governor of Lower Gali lee, sitting in the presidential chair of the prmtory, condemns Jesus of Nazareth to die on the cross between two thieves—the great and notorious evidence of the people saying : I. Jesus is a seducer. 2. He is seditious. 3. He is the enemy of the law. 4. He calls himself falsely the Son of God. S. He calls himself falsely the Kingof Ism]. , 6. He entered into the temple, followed by a multitude bearing palm branches in theirhands. Orders the first centurion, Quilius Cornelius, to lead him to the place of execution. Forbids any person whomsoever, either poor or rich to oppose the depth of Jesus Christ. The witnesses who signed the condemnation of Jesus, are— 1. Daniel Robani, a Pharisee. 2. Joannus Robani. 3. Raphael Robani. 4. Capet, a citizen. Jesus shall go out of the city of Jerusalem by the gate of Struenus. The above sentence is engraved on a copper plate; on one side are written these words : "A similar plate Is sent to each tribe." It was found in an antique vase of white marble, while excavating in the ancient city of Aquilla, in the kingdom of Naples, in the year 1810, and was discovered by the commissioners of arts of the French armies. At the expedition of Naples it was enclosed in a box of ebony, as the sacrisity of the Charton. The French trans lation was made by the Cotnniiisioner of Arts. The original is in the Ilebrew language. TIGHT SCREWTNO.—Po you support General Taylor ?' 'No.' • '1)o you support (ien. Cass?' 'No. 'What! do von support Van Buren?" 'No sir-ecif support Betsy and the children, lad it's mighty tight screwing to get along nt lint with roe!) only twenty cents a bushel.' Better than Diamonds. ANECDOTE OP FREDERICK THE I was standing in the broad crowded street GREAT. of a large city. It was it cold winter's day.— In one of the great reviews held a few years There had been rain; and although the sun was, before the Bavarian succession war in Silesia, shining briehtly, yet the long icicles hung from a new and important cavalry manoeuvre de the eaves o?the houses, and the wheels rumbled vised by Frederick the Great was to be perform loudly as they passed over the ground. There ed. Eight regiments, partly heavy, and partly was a cold bracing feeling in the air, and a light cavalry, were drawn out, and a hussar re keen, north-west wind, which quickened every gimont which had gained the highest renown step. Just then a little child - came running for intrepidity on all occasions formed the left along—a poor ill-clad child; her clothes were Wing scant and threadbare; she had no cloak, and The plan of the king was that all these reei no shawl; and her little hare feet looked red ments should pass close to him in divisions, in and suffering. She could not have been more an oblique direction, at a sharp trot, haat pre than eight Years old. She carried a bundle in rise distances, to a certain point, where they her hand. Poor little shivering ehild I I, even were to form with the utmost dispatch for the who could do nothing else, pitied her. As attack. she passed me, her foot slipped upon the ice The manoeuvre commenced, but one of the and she fell, with a cry of pain; but she fell, first regiments fell into disorder; the divisions with a cry of pain; but she held the bundle became confused, the proper distances were lost, tightly nigher hand, and jumping up, although and all the efforts of the officers to restore order she limped sadly, endeavored to run as before. ' were nnavailing. 'Stop, little girl, stop,' said a sweet voice; I As a natural consequece, the confusion was, and a beautiful woman, wrapt in a large shall, communicated in greater or less degree to the and with furs all around her, came out of a regiments which followed; and of course that jeweler's 'store close by. 'Poor little child,' on the left wing, the gallant regiment of NV— she said, 'are you hurt? Sit down on this step, I hussars, which was the last, passed the king in and tell me.' How I loved her, and how beau- a way that he could not approve. The last di. tiful she looked ! 'Oh, I cannot,' said the vision of this regiment was headed by lieuten child, cannot wait—T am in such a hurry.— ant M., an officer of the highest merit, who by I have been to the shoemaker's, and mother his distinguished bravery and good conduct must finish this work to-night. or she will nev- had risen from a private to first lieutenant. er get any more shoes to bind.' To-night said Frederick had expressedextreme displeasure the beautiful woman—`to-night I 'Yes.' said at the scne of the confusion, and his anger now the child—for the stranger's kind manner had concentrated itself against the gallant Bruton. made her bold— , yes, for the great ball to- ant at the bean of the last division. Venting night; and these satin slippers must be span- his indignation in the severest terms and with Bled, and'—The beautiful woman took the bun- uplifted erutehstick. he galloped towards the of. dle from the child's hand, and unrolled it.— firer, who to avoid any further explosions of You did not know why her face flushed, and the king's rage, immediately turned and dash then turned pale: but I, yes I, looked into the ed along the line, pursued by the king, whose bundle, and on the inside of a slipper I saw a passion was inflamed to the highest degree. It name—a lady's name—written; but—l shall is possible that the violent exercise of this not tell it. I fruitless chase contributed tomitigate the vela°. '- `And where does your mother live, little ! mence of Ids anger. girl 7' So the child told her where, and then He became more composed. The regiments she told her that her father was dead, and that had meanwhile drawn up in the best manner her little baby brother was sick. and that her they could; and at the king's command, a sec mother bound shoes' that they might have ' rood attempt was to be mode to execute the bread; but that sometimes they were very cold; mimmuvre,• but this time the troops were to and that her mother FlCnnetiffM, cried, because wheel to the left, so that the hussar regiment she had no money to buy milk for her little composing the left wing would be the first to sick brother. And then I saw that the lady's move. The manoeuvre was now performed in eyes were full of tears; and she rolled up the capital style, and the king loudly expressed his bundle quickly, and gave it back to the little ; satisfaction. girl—but she gave her nothing else; no, not No sooner had the hussars returned to their even one sixpence; and turning away, went ; quarters than lieutenant M---called upon back into the store from which she had just i his commander, the guises General come out. As she went away I saw the glitter "Well, my dear M ," said the general, of a diamond pin. Presently she came back, "What brings you hither?" and stepping. into a handsome carriage, rolled "I am only come to solicit my dismission." off. The little girl looked after her for a mo- The general looked at him in amazement. mein, and then, with her little bare feet colder "To solicit your dismission ! that is a request than they were before, ran quickly away. I which I cannot possibly grant, since I have des went with the little girl, mid I saw her go to a tined you to by - adjutant to my regiment; you narrow, damp street, and into a small, dark know that post is vacant." room; and I saw her mother—her sad faded "I thank yon for your confidence, but still I moniker, but with a face so sweet, so patient, must beg for my dismission, and request you, hushing and soothing a sick baby. And the sir, to support my petition to his majesty." babe slept; and the, mother laid it on her own "Consider, my sou, you have no property; a lap, and the bundle unrollfd, and a dim can. good civil appointment is not to be met with die helped her with her work, for though it was every day; how will you live?" not night, vet her room was very dark. Then "That is a point about which I hare no eon- after a while, she kissed her little girl, end cern. I ask for m y dismission. I have good rea• bade her warm her poor little frozen feet over sons for urging this request, which I should the scanty fire in the grate, and gave her a otherwise not have made." link piece of bread, for she had no more; and "And what may those reasons be ?" then she heard her say her evening prayer, and "One of them is quite sufficient—the king folding her tenderly to her bosom, blessed her, , would have struck me, to-day, with his crutch and told her that the angels would take care of stick. I narrowly escaped treatment that would her. And the little child slept, and dreamed have forever disgraced me. The reigment wit- —oh, such pleasant deems l—of warm stock- nessed the scene; I cannot find fault with any ings and new shoes; hut the mother sewed on, officer who refuses to serve any longer with me. alone. And as the bright spangles glittered I should be forced into quarrels every day, and on the satin slipper, came there no repining in. that I should not like." to the heart? When she thought of her little "Well, then, let me make a request in my child's bare, cold feet, and of the scant morsel turn," said the general giving his hand to the of dry bread, which had not satisfied he hun- lieutenant. "Be not too hasty. Defer your pe ger, came there no visions of a bright room and tition till to-mmorrow." gorgeous clothing, and a table loiided with all I The lieutenant promised to follow his advice, that was good and nice, one little portion of once more requested the general to assist him which spared to her would send warmth and in obtaining his wish withdrew. comfort to her humble dowelling? The king had that day a large company to din. If such thoughts came, and others—of a ncr. General W—, a favorite of his was pleasant cottage, and of one who had dearly of the party and eat opposite to his majesty.— loved her, and whose strong arm had kept The conversation turned on the manmuvre.— want and trouble from her and her babes, but Fredrick ascribed the success of the second ex• who could never come back—if these thoughts periment to the admirable direction which the did come, repingly, there came also another; general's regiment had given to the whole, and and the widow's hands were clasped, and her bestowed the highest praise both upon it and its head bowed low in deep contrition, as I heard commander. The general was of course high her say, "Father forgive me; for thou doest all ly graified, but observed with his usual fear. things well, and I will trust thee." Just then lessness, the door opened softly, and some one entered. "That capital manteuvre deprives my regi- Was it an angel? Her dress was of spotless meat of its best officer." white, and she moved with a noiseless step.— "How so ?" asked the king, eagerly. She went to the bed where the sleeping child "Lieutenant M—, whom your majesty lay, and covered it with soft, warm blankets. promoted from private hussar to officer on the Then presently a fire sparkled and blazed there, j field of battle, after the afinir of Burkersdorf, such as the old grate had never known before. solicits his dismission." Then a huge loaf was upon the table, and fresh The general paused. Frederick was silent milk for the sick babe. Then she passed gent- for some moments. ly before the mother, and drawing the unfinish- "Is the lieutenant really such an excollen of ed slipper from her hand, placedsthere a purse fiver?" inquired Frederick. of gold, and said, in a voice like music, "I know not one who surpasses him." "Bless thy God, who is the God of the father- "Why does he desire his dismission ?" less and the widow—and she was gone; only, The general explained the cause in the most as she went out I hear her say—" Letter luau unreservedmanner. Theking said no more, and diamonds!—Letter than diamonds !" What n now subject of conversation was presently could she mean? I looked at the mother.— started. With clasped hand and streaching eyes, she The troops were to manoeuvre again on the blessed her God, who had sent an angel to following meriting. The regiments were drawn comfort her. So I went away too; and I went up by 14—, who was in front of his divi. to a bright room, where there was music and aeon when the king approached. dancing, and sweet flowers; and I saw young "Is not your name 31—," inquired Fred. happy faces, and beautiful women richly dress. crick. ed, and sparkling with jewels, but none that I The lieutenant replied in the affirmative. knew; until one passed me, whose dress was of "Hark you, my son," resumed the king, with simple white, with only a rosebud on her bo his peculiar benignity, "you are captain. I nom, and whose voice was like the sweet sound would have told you yesterday, but could not of a silver lute. No spongier glittered upon overtake you. You ride like the very d—l. her foot; but she moved as one that trcadeth With these words he passed on, and M . . upon the air, and the divine beauty of holiness relinquished all thoughts of applying for his dis had so glorified her face, that I felt, as I gazed mission.—Fracrick the Great and his Tintea, upon her, that she was indeed ns an angel of _ ------........a........._. - God. PRESENCE OF MIND.-It is recorded of Lord Barkley, that he was suddenly awakened at night is his carriage by a highwayman, who thrusting a pistol through the window and pre smiting it close to his lordship's breast, de manded his money, exclaiming at the same time that he had heard that his lordshiq had boasted that he never would be robbed by a single highwayman, but that he should be taught the contrary. His lordship, putting his hand in his pocket, replied—" Neither would I be robbed, were it not for that fellow who is looking over your shoulder." The highway man turned round his head, when his lordship, who had drawn a pistol from his pocket, in stead of his purse, instantly shot him on the spot. oar A meteor recently fell on the tower of London Cathedral, England, and set fire to one of the pinnacles during a violent snow storm. A ball of fire descended upon the centre tower of the cathedral, and burst with a loud explo sion, entitling beautiful rose-colored Names and accompanied by it Flash like light sing.— No other signs of electricity in the air either preceded or succeeded the appearanca of the meteor. siir A young dandy'almt starting on a sea voyage, went to a store to purchase a life pre. serves. "Oh, you will not need it," suggested the clerk, "bags of wind wont sink I" .):Ny LIND OLDSCIIMIDT.—In a letter writ ten from Dresden, 10th February, by Jenny to Mr. Zachrison, the Sweedish Consul in N. York city—a letter of business, and haying no direct bearing upon domestic affairs—there occurs the following passage, as we find it in the New York Musical World "We are, God be thanked! quite well. Otto is very good and kind. He labors always, is at home always, is kind always, is the same faith. ful friend always, thinks only of my welfare and my happiness, and maintains a calm, still courage in all circumstances." Bea-ROOM SCENE.—"Did I understand you to say, stranger, you was from Chicago?" "I said so." "Well, I've a brother there—Peleg Jones— a lawyer—know him, hey ?" "Y., I know Peleg Jones, lawyer." "Do you?" (much animated) "how's he ao. ing, precisely? Right unmet, ? Keen fel low! What do you think he will make if ho keeps on ?" "I think, if he don't have any serious pull barks, he'll make it regular built—jackass: (Exit Inquirer.) A Doo STORY,—.Husband.—Well, my love, I have sold Carlo. Wife, (*ho abhors dogs.—Now, Charles, that's kind in you. The dirty, nasty brute, yon ought to have done it long ago I Husband.—Yes, my hve, got fifty dollars ; el trade; ill in prpanl Z :t piece) The Blue Bird. We extract the following beautiful descrip tion of the blue bird from "Wilson's American Ornithology." Its appearance in latitude is from a week to ten days later than the time . mentioned in the article.. It is a universal fa vorite, and our readers will be pleased to learn something of its habits t The pleasing, manners and sociable disposi tion of this little bird, entitle him to particular notice. As one of the first messengers of Spring. bringing. the charming tidings to our very doors, he losses his own recommendation always along with ltim,and meets with a hearty welcome from every body. Though generally seimunterl r bird of pas sage, yet, so early as the middle of Febrnary,if the weather be open. he usually snakes his ap. pearanee about his old haunts, the barn, or. chord and fence posts. Storms and deep snows sometimes sureeell• ing, he disappears for a time ; but about the middle of March is again seen, accompanied by his mate, visiting the garden, or the hole in the old apple tree, the cradle of some genera. lions of his ancestors. "When he first begins his ninnurs," says n curious and correct obser ver, "it is pleasing to behold his courtship, his solicitude to please and to secure the favor of his beloved female. He uses the tenderest ex. pressions. sits by her, caresses and sings to her most endearing warbling'. When seated to. gether, if he espies an insect delicious to her taste, he takes it up, flies with it to her, and puts it in her mouth." If a rival makes his appearance, (for they are ardent in their loves,) he quiets her in a moment, attacks and pm , MI, the intruder ns lie shifts about, in tones that bespeak the jealousy of his affection, con• duets him, with many reproofs, beyond the ex. tremity of his territory, and returns to warble out his transports of trinniph,beside hisbeloved mate. Tho preliminaries being thus settled, and the spot fixed on, they begin to clean out the old nest, and the rubbish of the former year, and to prepare for the reception of their - future offspring. Soon after this, another so. einble little pilgrim, ( motadlla donvitt lett, house wren,) arrives from the south, and finding such a snug berth . pre.occupied, shows his spite., by watching a convenient opportunity, and, in the absenee of the owner, popping in and pulling out sticks; but takes special care to make off as fast as possible. The usual spring and summer song of the blue bird is a soft, agreeable, and oft repeated warble. uttered with open quivering wings, and general character, he has great resemblance to the robbin redbreast of Beta.; nail. had he the brown olive of that bird, instead of his own blue, could scarcely he distinguished front him. Like him, he is known to almost every child; and shows as much confidence in man by 11.1, (dating with him in summer, as the other by his familiarity in winter. He is also of a mild and peaceful disposition, seldom fighting or quarrelling with other birds. His soeiety is courted by the inhabitants of the country,—few farmers neglect to provide for him, in some suitable place, a snug little summer house ready fitted and rent free. For this he more than sufficiently repays them by the cheerful. ness of his songs,rind the multitude of injurious insects which he daily destoyed. Towards fall, that is in the month of October, his song chats. ges to a single plaintive note, as he passes over the yellow many colored woods; and its melan choly air recalls to our minds the approaching decay of the face of nature. Even after the trees are tipped of their leaves, lie still lingers over his native fields, no if loth to leave them. About the middle or end of November, few or none of them are seen; but with every return of mild or open weather, we hear his plaintive note amidst the fields, or in the the air, seem ing to deplore the devastations of winter. In deed, he appears scarcely ever totally to for. sake us; but to follow fair weather through all its journeys, till the return of Spring. [From the New York Christian Inquirer. A. Scholar's Death-Bed. We have lately received from Berlin a beaiti• fol tribute to the memory of Auzustus Neander. The pamphlet, in itself a remarkable specimen of printing, contains a sketch of the theologi• an's last hours, by one of his students, under the title of Neander's Heim:mg, or G oi n Amy, which is followed by the addresses made at the house, the grave, and afterwards at the city, by Drs. Strauss, Krummacher and Nit Taken together, these various papers &line Neander's position and character admirably, and bring near our hearts a man who has always commanded our admiration. He was one of the most catholic spirits among the leading theologinns of our time, and gave himself without reserve to the pursuit of Chris tian truth. In the sphere of Church History, he was the elect minister of reconciliation. A like by his personal experience and his turn of mind, he seems to have been especially called to fulfil this office. In his own experience he passed through the three great stages of frith in his historical development. First a Tow,then a philosophical spiritualist, at last it Christian, his was an epitome of the ages of human pro. gress, and begining with Moses, he payed thro' the school of Socrates and Plato to the feet of Christ. Divine Providence thus taught him to reconcile the lessons of ages, and to teach men that Hebrew law and Greek philosophy were but heralds of the Christian gospel, to lead the mind to Him who is the perfect Righteousness, and the true Light. The circumstances of his death were very ex. prssive and affecting. The incidents, which we have never before sects in print, we learned from the publication that hos just conic from Berlin. His 'health had been failing for some time, and he was so feeble that he was led to his lecture room by his sister or noise friend. In the mid. dle of the week before his death, his voice fail. ed hint at the University—yet on reaching home he insisted on following his usual work, and in the afternoon dictated for three hours to his amanuensis. Only by the gentle constraint of his sister ' who since his mother's death had charge of his house, could he be Induced to give up work and resign himself to what was now apparently' inevitable. Almost (hinting upon his bed, he still talked of topics dearest to him, and insisted on seeing a theological stu dent who was going to a very distant post. Saturday evening he desired to go into his library once more, this pleasant sunny room where for so many years he had inhered among treasures to him dearer than gold. The physi cian seeing that resistance might only disturb him more, flavored his humor, and the theologi. an looked upon his books again, and to the Nur. prise of all, rose from the cushions and began a lecture on the New Testament—then spoke of his plans fur the next term. especially of his lectures upon the Gospel of St. John, that din. ciple whose absorbing love for Christhemodeep ly shared. Lastly, .he passed to his Church his tory, and with mind perfecly clear, began die. Wing at the exact passage whore ho beftire left oft; and spoke with his usual liberality of the worthy elements in the mystics of the latter Church. Overcome, he asked the hour, and tirtid "I am tired. I must go to sleep." Supported by his friends to his bed, he breathed out gent. ly his "Good night," and sank Into a sleep which soon became death. It wa Sunday then, and the Christian.; 'of 7 I, ~• • 'FS.r r NO. I°9. that city thought with solornn joy that the man, whose learning, piety And charity had l.teert their treasure, passed from the world on tAi day hallowed by the Snyilir'a resurrection. Thus , passed away a man in himself a wit• aces of 'God, stud an interpreter of the, great., company of witnesses of every age. `Such Men our century, with all the pressure of its mater nal interest, possesses, and their voices we are to hear more reyerently that any of the voices of the world. They ore clutinpionsof progress, upward as well as onwartl, , representativesofthe Diem g ov, rn men t which pre CCM earthly things, and winch must rule when then, pass away.— God given them to no and blesses no ih the gift. The scholar may be a hero, and his death bed May be se heroic as-the soldier's,. and no bler by . far. Honor to the man whose life and death alike prove his- devotion to Christ and the Church. Is Religion Beautiful l Abysm! In the child, the maiden, the wife, the mother, religion shines with a holy, benig nant beauty of its own, which nothing of earth can mar, Never yet was the female diameter perfect without the steady filth of piety. Reap ty, intellect, wealth: 6,1 arc like pit falls, ditrk in the brightest day, the divine light, un less rligion throw her soft beams around them, to purify and exalt. making twice glorious that which seemed all loveliness before. Religion is very beautiful—in health or gel, nest, in wealth. or poverty. We neverentertkc sick chamber of the good, but soft music seems to float on the air, and the burden of their song " Lo l peace is here." Could we look into thousand, of fitmilie§ 153".? day, when diseuittent. tins fighting sullenly with life, we should fad the chief muse of unhappy nes,, tftnne of religion in 71 , i7r0n. And in felons' cells—in pinees of ',rime, mit cry destitution, ignorance—we should behold in all its most horrible deformity; the fruit of irreligion in woman. Oh, religion! benignant majesty. high on thy throne thou sittest, glorious and - exulted. ,Not above the clouds, for earth-clouds come never betwem thee and the trimly pious soul—not beneath the clouds, for above thee is heaveno peningthrongh abroad vista ofexceeding 1 matity. Its gates in the splendor of jasper and preci. ous stones, white with dewy light that neiher flashes nor blazes, bat Motility prymedeth from the throne of God. Its towers bathed in rein!. gent glory thou times the britrhtnes; of ten thousand suns, vet soft, ondazzling to the eye. And there religion points. Art thou weary? it whispers, "rest—sap there—forever." Art thou sorrowing? "eternal joy." Art thou weigh ed down with unmerited ignominy? "kings and priests in that holy home." Art thou poor? "the very street before thy mansion shall he gold." Art thou friendless? 'the angels shall be thy companions, and God thy friend and Father." Is Higion beautiful? We ahmwer, all is deso lation and defori&ty where religion is not. American Free Schools. If there is anything which is peculiarly the pride and glory of American citizens, aside from their political freedom, it is their Common Pre Schools. in Massachusetts, New York, Ohio, Indiana, and many other States, their organization and practical working, are more or less perfected, and receive very general act, miration and support at the hands of the citi zens at large. We nay rosy general, bermur not mtircrsal. The Bible known as King James' translation, without note or comment, is a very general text hook, though not univer sally so. In our State, their origin was coeval with her territorial forntation an well as 'erec tion into a State. For the celebrated ordi nance pasted by Congress, July, 1787, organi zing the northwest territory, of : "that re. ligion, morality, and knowledge; being neces nary to good government, and the happiness of mankind, schools and the means of education shall forever be eneottraged." And the same sentiments, in nearly the same language, were retained in the late Constitution of our State: and in the fill of Rights forming part of the new Constitution, (See. 7.) words very similar are used to assert the same principle. We have, fir these reasons, watched with no little anxiety, the effect of the resistance offer ed in certain places, first, to the.use of the Bi ble tts a text book, and finally to the whole common school system, by Roman Catholic clergy. This has been particularly the ease in New York, Philadelphia, Cincinnati and De. troit, though to some extent it is coexistent with the spread of the Roman Catholic religion, We had, as it now seems, vainly hoped that this mittanee would be short lived, and that sooner or later, we could all give Common. Free Schools a cordial, hearty, united, and. , generous support. We go for the perpetual continuance of the largest possible liberty in matters of religions belief. Nor would we offer any violations of conscience. But we do think the Roman Catholic clergy are laboring under mistaken notions in their opposition to Common Schools in the United States. Mistaken, we say, in regard to the 'ul timate results to be apprehended from a con tinuance in their present hostile attitude to FREE SCHOOLS in FREE AMERICA. Our rea sons for thinking they are mistaken, are as fol. lows : 1. Their church acknowledges n foreign head, who ia temporal sovereign over the Stated of the church in iudy. Examinatiiiolittorneys. The following racy examination of a candi• date for admission to the bar, is taken from a Western law journal, and Is decidedly a good hit. The examiner commences with ; - "Do von smoke?" "I do sir." "flare you a spare cigar?" "Yes sir' (extending a short six.) "Now sir, what is the first duty of a lawyer?" "To collect his rovi.n "Right. What is the second ?" "To increase the number of his clients." "When does your position towards your cli ent change ?" "When snaking a hill of costs." "Explain ?" "When they oeeupy the antagonistic position; I assume the character of plaintiff and defend. "A sun t eenled, how do you stand with the lawyer conducting the other side 4" "Cheek by jowl." "Enough sir, you promise to become an or• nament to Mar profesoon, and and I wish you suneess. Now aro you aware of the duty you owe me?" "I am Air." "besori; it?" "It is to invite. you to drink." "But suppose 1 detainer (Candidate ucratching his head.) "Thera is no instance of the kind on record on the books!" I cannot answer the question, •:. • "You are right; and the confidence with which you make an assertion, shows that you have read the law' attentively, 'Let's take a drink and I will sign your certificate." Spo Alt jag of t 1; one of our exchangre mnriesble pc:we:mem down to within*, fvw r
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