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TILE REPOSITORY
TII.LE cr . Enntal..
ON ono of tho very dear afternoons of May of
the present year, the Felton family went seated
in their back parler after dinner. The cloth had
been removed. Mr. Felton lighted a sego r, as was
his wont, and dosed his eyes to enjoy more per
ti•etly the tranquil sensation that stole over him.
'rho nurse brought in a bright eyed infant, and
-placed inn in the arms of the blooming- mother.
Tile wane wind blew through the opened window
.and lifted the child's curls; then n little more rough
\ Ix, till tliotender frame shuddered— and then, vie.
torious over the zephyr, the mimic man lifted his
•voice and crewed long and loudly.
The glad mother took him to the rocking-chair
in winch his father sat, and bending over, placed
-the rosy-bud lips upon the still closed eyes. Mr.
Felton smiled, without opening them. Ile knew
he was very happy; but ho was not a man of
words, end his wife was accustomed, and conten
ted, to read inn smile, nil that her heart needed.
The folding doors opened into the front parlor;
and sitting by the closed blind, was a young lady,
bending over a little table. Now and then, she
raised a pair of blue eyes, fixed them for a moment,
upon the group in the other room, and then re.
named her occupation.
Mr. Felton finished hls Begat, and rose to de.
pert.
"Oh-1 forgot: here are your tickets."
t4and cannot von go with us?"
"No: business first—the Messenger will be in
to.dny and I must be on the ground, to nee her."
"Well—then,—good bye."
Mr. Felton look hisway to Long mini; his wife
rang for . the nurse, showered kisses on the cherub
rice ns it vanished, and then went into the other
parlor.
"What a piece ofwork is man, Ktite:—or rather,
what a piece of business:is man! I was in hopes,
Mr. Felton would ha able to go to the Gallery with
us,to.day —hut you see how tt. is—business,-bus.
the limo."
"And yet 31M are very happy?" queried Miss
Felton, with nn nrch
yon,—vory,—very. I don't say that I could
not be nioro so, lilt would please your brother to
spend onehonr out of the twenty-four, in conver•
Fallon, or in afilirding himself rational entertain
inent,—but—"
"liu..—,"hushands are ris God pleases." as the
French woman said, and so you are very wisely
happy as you are."
"Yes, and so you would be, Catharine."
“Never."
"Which is to say, you know nothing about it."
"Which is to •cay, 1 don't know myself;" answer
ed Miss Felton."
"Which is to sny tho truth."
"Now don't suppose, 1 urn to be persuaded in
thia way, out of my common sense, my dear. Be
cause you have been deceived in yourself, and
have fancied you wern remark, without cause,
that is no reason I should full into the same error."
"Yety Oxcollont sense, Kato—which will Lo
proved pons9nse in good tune."
"Who—or how?"
"Experience."
"The nld argument of married people!—as if
olio could not judge as well what is necessary fur
one's happiness at my age as they ever can!"
"We shall see. What is this?" said Mrs. I'el•
ton, taking up the sketch, that was lying on the
table. "Our charming Selves, as I live! This, of
Mr. Felton is very good- 7 .but you had only to
make perfect beauty,you know, and you could
not help getting a likeness. You have wisely
avoided toy time, I see—and this sketch of the
darline, with his little hands streicheikoid, is ad
mirable:—after all, Catharine, von have a taste
for domestic pictures. lam sure you will COMO
round by and by, and it will be toy turn to take
the pencil. lime, lot me try. Tilburna in white
stain--but you don't affect splondon—in while
linen, them the great unknown; what pencil can
portray IMO—perfect bennty—grace—wit—ac.
complishments! chivalric, imaginative, poetical,
noble, proud, and with a numelbeg inning with a
Fitz—and ending with a what? Kate—what end.
Inv is worthy of such a beginning?" •
"Laugh on, ifyou will. Hut 1 have good sense
still oil my side. Taste, or habit of thought, or
whatever you please to call it; romance If you
chuose—whatever it is—l should never, I could
never, be, happy unless that taste was satisfied,
though all the world else were perfectly settled
that I was u fool, and the great unknown every
thing- that i•as desirable in "an establishment."
As Catharine Ndir!, Nlio rose from her seat, in
the earnestness of her feelings. At sixteen, girls
are apt to be 'ln earnest, and Miss Felton joined
to an LI )INOI/11 iSt len led Colltompt of the ways and
means generally employed to procure an estab
lishment,a romance, quite as unsophisticated. It
was not the weak ntfspi ing ore novel turned Main,
but the healthy result of natural feeling. She was
right in her principle, but she WEIS apt to bi
yvrong in her applications.
tMts. Felton did not reply to her lust remark.
She often heard her express the same sentiments:
/913 she linty smiled.
"What do you soy thou to our going now to the
gullet y! such a continual rain—rain—tie we have
had! wo may as well improve this pleasant alter
noon. What say you, Kate,—yea or nay?"
Yea, verily."
"Then it is an'imenimous vote."
•
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Mrs. Felton and Catharine stood delightedly
gazing at the pictureof "Joan of Arc in prison."
The gallery was dark and cool. A few persons
only unnamed, (Atli° crowd which had tilled it
through the earlier part of the day.
"Beautiful! beautiful!" murmured Catharine as
"I MUSH NO OTHER HERALD, NO OTHER SPEAKER OF MY LIVING ACTIONS, TO KEEP MINE HONOR FROM CORRUPTION."
she looked at Ike Plirpas.ing llovelmesa of the war.
rior victim; "Can any thing , he more periled? I
declare, this picture thrills MO like a trumpet.
moo:"
"Don't you think her eyes are rather fierce?"
"Perhaps they would be, but for the softening,
redeeming roundnesc of the cheek—and the fe.
minion grace of the fortm—but how 101 l of roUl
it is! how spirited the attitude! and how melan
choly the contrast between what she is dreaming
of, and what she is! Old• I hope she will keep the
illte.ion! if she could die now! at the head of the
artily, with the war cry ringing in her ear!"
Mrs. Felton passed on to look at a portrait, and
Catharine remained, en: ralienti by the beauty of
the lecture, and recalling all the noble apd morn
ltd associations it excited, till the tears fell fast
over her faro. As she wiped them from her cheek
and ball siuiled at her non entlitishmti, she look
ed again al the picture, and started to see the same
high look beaming out of thn dungeon. Its haughi
tv glance remained, and the stern "svencea!"
seemed bursting from the quivering and open lip.
Mrs. Felton touched her area; and alto started
again as if from sleep.
"Dave you been standing hero, over since I left
voti,(!allturitic?"
"y„"
"What n Ptrn n n girl yen are! Why, I halm
made the w huh+ circuit of tho gallory. Who
that behind us?" continued iUrs. Felton in n low
voice,
Cathnrine turned her head, and saw n tr,ontie
man extended at full lenoh, on one of the seats,
and leanina his bend en hie hasid. I - in looked tip,
as she turned, and snot her &no with ono ()l ova.
dent admstation.
"1 (hin't know, who it is;—l never saw hint
belbro."
"1 guess he thinks yon are crazy; standing be
fiae.one picture an hour to2ether." •
wo young: gin Is passed them ut the moment,
with shoulJers of two yards width, and two.littlo
bonnets between them; limn which proceeded
two little 'Juices, whence nature had long ago de
parted in disgnst.
"Oh, what is this? 79.--Mary and Martha—
sweet * face, isn't it?"
"Lovely! wlim's thnt she's got on? horrid ins't
it? Oh! have you rend Pilgrims of the Rhine?"
"No—hut Fred MacDonnld said there was the
sweetest slot)/ in it abut n fox and a cal!"
"Dear! so there is! oh, I met a Polo to-day!
such splendid moustaches! 'you can't imagine!"
"Mercy! I know two very well. Elegant crea
tures! nothing in the world to be seen but their
eyes! Oh, the sweetest .sinile they have! don't
you think them divine?"
"Yes indeed—what's this? 7 , l—Joan of Arc—
what's she? how she looks! she's chained! do
you know any thing about it?"
"Nu---rather a low thing, I fancy. See tho
straw all about."
"Horrid! route, let's go—T don't see as there
iR o creature hero one knows—let's go to the Ar
tist's Gallery."
They passed on, and down the stairs. Catha
rine looked after them. A smile lingered on her
lip, when she met, again, the eye of the gentle
man, who had been so long prone behind her. Ho
too smiled, as it' he understood what she thought.
There is something—very captivating in such a
snide, and Catbari.to looked again, not to see
whether she had ever seen him before, but how he
die actually look.
The sm vey was not very satisfactory. Ho was
a small man, and Mx dress of dark cloth, made him
look almost diminutive. His features strong and
sharp. Black eyes, piercing enough of them-
selves, were shaded by an habitual froven; and his
month, when the expressive smile had subsided,
was compressed and straight. There was a charm
about his faCe, as there is about every face, how.
over unfortunate: and the charm of his, was the
smile that played like sum inor lightning, ever the
gloom of his marked features.
Catharine wondered she had never seen him
before, and then, all at once, the illusion so corn.
mon to imaginative persons, came over her and
-he remembered, that she had seen him before
mid in the same place,.—a long time ago. But
when? Just then, the, stranger rose from his sent
and walked to the upper end of the gallery; and,
Catharine felt quite certain that he would stop be
fore n particular picture. And ho did.
"It is very strange," said she to Mrs. Felton,
"but I urn perfbctly confident that I have seen
Unit person belbre: only what puzzles are, is that
it must have been in,this same gallery, and just as
wo are standing 'nowt—for my memory of him,
is not only akin to the present, but absolutely iden
tified with it.. I feel as if I must have been look.
ing at tins picture, long ago—and as if this man,
were a shadow of former time—l remember him
—and now he will turn and go nut—now do you
doubt that I have the second sight?"
"I don't doubt you are lasing your senses; PO let
us go toot you promised, you know, too meet M rs.
Aiken, at five, and it wants but a quarter to that
time."
"Is it possible? and I have seen but one picture."
'You would seo hut ono picture now, iiwo worn
to stny till midnight. But wo will come ngnin."
The next day, it rained—and the next;—and
the first time it did not rain, Catharine proposed
to Mrs. Felton, that they should go early, very
early to the Atheneum Gallery.
When they entered, a gentleman who stood be
lone the "Joan ofArc," slopped aside; and Catha
rine was glad ofan opportunity to gaze once more,
.in the bountiful features, that had haunted her
like a presence, since her former visit. She look
ed ut the picture, till gradually the scone before
her of dog radulion and suffering, faded away, and
another came over her oyes. Yet the principal
figure remained. There was a crowd and many
cries. Hut the cries wore execrations, and the
Crowd were bbadthirsty and superstitious wretch.
es. There was a public marketplace and a mil
lion or bonds—and a stake—end a far off cry of
"sorcery!" "witchcraft!" Then the flames curl
rd about the form of the hemine—but the proud
glory of tho face was unblenched. The eye shot
thrill the glance of command, and the pale cheek
was fixed and stern, as when the pulses boat to
victory.
As a new burst aflame, seemed to curl around
the light form of the victim, Catharine started and
shuddered.
"This is indeed, the true triumph ofart," said u
low voice at her side. "To be able to cull up such
pictures to the fancy,—lo enthrall—to subdue—
to pale the cheek, with the reality of the horrors
it images—this is worth being a painter tor! and
were I n painter—l would not resign the flush
of pleasure,or pain it may be, that a picture brings
np tr om the heart, for loud plaudits eternally."
The person that spoke was the same that had at.
tracted Catharine's attention, the day she had
been before at the gallery. She suspected ho was
an artist:—and yet be had said, "if I were a paint
er," implying that he was not one. She replied
to his remark; and he smiled and repeated hers,
irh the pleasant preface of, "as you just now,
truly observed"—(it is so pleasant to find that
one's sentences, at sixteen, urn worth repeating,
b y a dark, stern looking man!) and Catharine
thought when ho talked and smiled, lie looked al
most handsome. They had talked of painters and
paintings—and then of scenery—and then of pic
turesque scenery on Connecticut. river—and then
a Bellows Falls in particular—finally of several
persons whom they discovered they both know;
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and although the gentleman contradicted revere! I
of Catharino's favorite opinions, and maintained I
two or three that she did not agree to nt all, she
thought him very, very 'agfeenhle, and wondered
more than ever, who ho could he.
Mrs. Felton said. "Shall wo go now? It is two
o'clock."
"Is it possible?" answered Catherine, looking
ahem the gallery, for the first time, and seeing
it nearly empty. Mrs. Felton looked at her coin.
minion—lint Its none (Oho three were acquainted,
there was no hope ofan introduction—and the gen
tleman bowed cud departed.
"nave you seen most of the pictures, Kate, to.
day?"
"Just as many as I had beihre I name."
"You are a strange chill. Who was it Sou
were talking with when I Funk° to your;
"I don't know him name," raid Catharine, and
she colored slightly, without imagining why.
Mrs. Felton was looking sit a French muslin,
which hung at a shop window, and did not nutlet,
her embarrassment.
When they reached Chesnut Street, it wax half
past two o'clock 1/inner had been waiting some
time, and Mr. Felton had come as near to being
audibly vexed as he over did , at their long delay.
lie was reading a newspaper, as they came in, and
read aloud:
"!A now enrnhatant has appeared in the arena.
The young member from A—tins astonished
oven his friends. nig smitten outpouring yester
(lffy, in the house, of eloquent remonstrance a
Arainq the late proceedings of the administration,
the indignant force of his-arguments and the cut.
ling sarcasm with which lie adduced some illus
trations of the conduct of the collar men, altogoth.
or marked him out as destined to a high rank as
an orator and statesman, and a terror to spine evil
doers we could name."
"The member from A—"said Mrs. Felton,
"why that is your friend Tagfuot Waddle, is it
not?"
"Yes—end T am n little surprised at his break.
ing nut in this way: lie was a dull scholar in col
lege I remember."
"Tagfoot Waddle!" exclaimed Catharine, "you
are joking! there can't be such a name!"
"Indeed there can," replied her brother "and
he may be thankful he had not gat the whole."
"The whole! I hope there is no more to it?"
"Yes there was—the original name was Bunt.
ing—old Waddle Bunting
,of Philadelphia: uncle
to the yOung member. I visited him several
times, on my return from the South. Ile was the
oddest being, I believe that ever lived."
"Well, I don't understand now," said Catha•
rine, "how Tagfoot came to ho harnessed to all
this euphonious set of names?"
"Money, Katie : money does every thing you
know. Old Bunting was rich as a Jew—and he
101 l to his sister's . eldest son, the protty sum of
$'20,000, on condition of his changing the very
decent name ofJohn Russel, to the very indecent
ono of Tugfoot Waddlo."
"Twenty thousand dollars!" exclaimed Cattle
rine indignantly, ' "and could ho yield to a
temptation so paltry—and make 'hirnsolf ridicu
lous fot lilb! And how does he look? though you
need not toll me, I know how Tagfoot Waddle
must look; Tagfout Waddle!" repeated Catharine
over and over and_ the more sho repealed it, the
more unaccountable it appeared, that any person
of common sense should have required the as
sumption of such a name, and doubtly , so, that
any body could be found willing to take it.
"I ought to tell you, Kato," said Mr. Felton,
"that Waddlo had a motive beyond money, for
exposing himselfto so much ridicule. His moth
er and sister are placed in comfortable circum.
stances by his means, and his younger brother
i s a t Cambridge."
"But I thought you said he was at college with
you."
"Yes, ho was. * His uncle paid his college ex•
ponces—but his widowed motile: was quite pour.
Another thing—whatever people may think,he is
not in much danger from their ridicule. They
would he daring, indeed, who would insult John
Russell,—Tilgfoot thought ho be—and you see ho
is making a figure in the House, in spite of //in
nn
"Yes'—replied Catherine, musinglY — . and how
did you say ho looked? red haired, I guess: since
he has such a fiery temper—and eyes that look
every way: as if they would say: "Does any body
dare to insult Tagfoot Waddle, member from
A !"
"I never behold hint." replied Mrs. Felton.
And Catharine could not persuade her brother to
enlighten her any farther.
A month after this conversation, Mr. .Felton
with hit; wile and sister were pacing the deck of
a steam-boat which was bound thr Portland.
The sky was as blue as the smooth wave; and the
air bracing and cool.
A gentleman who stood near the companion
way looked towards them and Mr. Felton limn°.
diately went to him.
"Who is that?" said Mrs. Folton,"my husband
scorns to know him very well,—they are shaking
hands, I can't imagine
.who it can bo."
"But I can," said Catharine; laughing and
blushing, for:she at once saw it was the incognito
of the gallery.
Mr. Felton now came towards them, and in
troduced his companion. "Mr. Smith—an old
friend of mine."
• "Smith," thought Mrs Felton, "I wonder if
hs is one of the Exeter Smiths?" . .
"Smith!" thought Catharine, "what a name!"
And they both curtseyed and smiled' as sweet
ly as it his nem° had not been Smith.
Mr Smith seemed pleased to recognise the in.
tolligent face of Miss Felton, and alluded to their
meeting in the gallery; thence the transition was
easy to many subjects they had discussed ut that
time, and Catharine thought ho had lost none of
his powers cirri - inking himself agreeable.
"Do you co on to Portland?"
"No"—onswered she hesitatingly.
It but a short time, however, before she told
him, without any hesitation, that they wore to
stop in York harbor; go on board Capt. Croft's
vessel, the schooner Maly Ann; that Capt. Croft
was a particular friend of theirs; and that then
and there, they were to visit "Dom-Daniel's cay..
ern in the depths of the ocean."
"How! what do you mean?"
"I wish we may make it out a more romantic
expedition, than I four we shall. Capt. Croft has
a diving.holl on board, with which he is exploring
the wreck of sunken glories, in the shape of
white wax, bales of duck, and other gems of the
ocean; and Mrs. Felton and myself intend to-find
out tho latest sleove.pattorns for sea-fairies, and
leave our card at Boum of the country seats and
coral groves, one hears of. It is at least a per
fectly safe curiosity—there is not the slightest
danger to bo apprehended. Capt. Croft tells us; or
my sister and myself wero both too arrant cow
ards to tempt our destiny in this way."
Mr. Felton approached them, and asked Mr.
Smith ifho stopped at Portsmouth.
"If you had asked met that question half an
hour ago," he replied, "I siould have said yes:
now I have a great inclination to say no."
"Then Miss Felton has enlightened you, as to
our projected tour? I wish you would join our
party.'
"It is a pity to spoil such a picture",said Mr.
Felton, "so I will not contradict you."
"And you?"
"That will I, with the greatest pleasure," an
swered Mr. Smith. And it was all settled. Mr.
Felton looked extremely pleased: Mrs. Felton
smiled mischievously at Catharine: and Catha
rine herself, though she was very glad of so pleas
ant an addition to their party, felt rather uncom
eortable. She was not quite at ease, with Mr.
Smith. Very foolish other, to ho sire: but some
how or other,he had struck her imagination. Iler
imagination was always playing truant. This
Mr. Smith, with his ugly time—but his (ace was
no longer ugly: and Catharine remembered, how
she had laughed at a lady of her acq it:0010nel!)
for asserting that Mr—neither stammered nor
squinted, though he was notoriously given to both
prne::ces. People do change so on acquaintance.
She listened to Mr. Smith, who was talking with
Mr. Felton and another gentleman, on soma po
litical subject, and she was proud of the good sense
he showed, and the energy and strength with
which he defended his opinions. There was
nothing ornamented or laborious in his manner
of speaking, but it was manly and forcible, and
Catharine was -proud of him. Already her face
flushed with satisfaction. She had begun to iden
tify his success •with her own happiness. The
symptoms were alarming. Thank fortune! Ina
name is . net . Tagfitot Waddle. Smith, though a
very common name, was beorablo. There were
Jo MOP and florae° Smith from Engli,nd—mines
to he proud of. It might be refuted into Smythe;
It might he worse.
"Why is that flag hong out?" she asked.
"It is a signal, 1 believe, to Capt. Croft," repli
ed Mr. Smith; "do you not see his vessel eff there
to the loft?"
"Yes, I do*--it is but n little way off— shall wo
go along side, as the sailors say?"
"Oh, no, ulna vessel is more than two miles off
the captain-of the boat will send Os there."
"is it possibly it is so far off? and it looks so
near:"
As Catharine spoke, n boat manned by eight
rowers, shot up to the side of the steam-boat, and
Capt. Croft stepped on deck. Introductions---a
pulogies—compliments, floived—bagga go lower
ed, and in five minutes this boat was bounding
over the water like a spirit.
The exhilarating motion of a swift boat, con
trasted with the monotonous, rolling., half-sicken
ing one of the vessel they had been in was de.
lightfill, and when they found themselves at the
side of Capt. Croft's vessel, Catherine could hard
ly believe it possible that they had come two
miles.
"Welcome, ladies, to the good schooner Mary
Ann,"said Capt. Croft, when they reached the
dock, crowded with men, bales of wet duck, and
machinery, and the masts hung with thousan d s
of yards ofduck, drying in the sun; while twenty
men were actively employed in unfolding and dry
ing the remainder.
'il"Not exactly in a fit condition for ladies, to be
sUre, but she makes her own apology: now let me
give you seine refreshments; and then I propose
that you improve this fine afternoon, to make you
descent. I have been down twice to.day, and the
water is perfectly quiet: the ground swell above
to be sure, but you don't feel that after you are a
fathom or two below."
"Then why ttot go immediatnlyr said ,Mr.
t'vn, trlto hail ililaik . n glass of wino, and was al
ways prompt' "I see no need of delay."
"None in the world. Wo aro not sure of to.
morrow...-and even today----tho wind may rise,
in which caso yon conld not go down."
"Why?" said Catharine, "is it dangerous?"
"No---:not dangerons e —but you would find it
unpleasant, if the water was agitated. It is per
fectly still now."
Capt. Croft gay% orders to the men who stood at
the other end of the ship, and in a few moments
the diving.bell slid out from the deck, and stood
over the water, about three feet above the surface.
"Who shall go first?" was thegutstion.
"Why not all go together?"
"Oh that is not possiblo. Only two can go, at
a time, besides the bell.man who directs tho ma
chine. The seat will hold but threo. Will you
go first Catherine?" asked Mr. Felton.-
"Yes—" said Catharine with a shudder at
the thought of it; "there is no danger, you say?"
"Not the least in the world. You see those
cords from above, where the men are, which go
into the bell? those are the signal ropes; and the
man inside will direct the motion, up or down,
one way or the other, by pulling them. So you
see the.machine is perfectly manageable."
"And suppc.so a shark walks in?"
"Oh; you must take your chance. If you will
go to shark's domains, you must expect hint to call
upon you."
Mr. Smith asked Catharine Waite would accept
his escort, and Catharine was very willing to ac•
"Take a glass of of wine," said Mrs. Felton.
But Catharine had grown very brave, and said it
was quite unnecessary. She was equal to it.
Capt. emit told her sho had better tie a hand.
kerchief about her head. "The compression of
the air, when you first go down, is unpleasan4 it
is like water poured into your ears."
• Catharine recollected her escort;and she thought
she should prefer the unpleasant sensation of
which captain Croft spoke, to the unpleasant con.
selousness of her own appearance, with her head
bound up as if it was broken: and she declined.
A small boat was now lowered, and Catharine was
handed into it. It passed round to the bell: under
it: then the bell was•luwored a little, Mr. Smith
held his hand for her to step on, and she sprang
into tho seat. The man fblluwed ana Mr. Smith.
They were ull in their places, and the beat floated
out, from beneath.
The signal was given, and the men above cheered
long and loudly. The water pressed up into the bell.
till it nearly toucheditheir feet,& the air became as hot
as a furnace. Catharine closed her eyes. There was a
rushing in her cars like the sound of many waters,and
then a sensation of something tight round her head
like an iron band She hail no idea of tirue,till she felt
herself supported by her companion, and him say
anxiously.
"Are you faint, Miss Felton?"
"Not at all, now," the answered; and she started
at the strange sound of her own voice.
"flow far down arc we?" said Mr. Smith to the
bell-man.
"Six—ten—nbont eighty feet, sir."
"And the hell is still."
Catharine looked at her companion's face. It was
deadly pale.
"You are faint, surely?"
"Not in the least," replied Mr. Smith, casting his
eye towards the lights at the top of the bell, "it is
the reflection of the green water—you too look very
pale."
Through these lights, Catharine could see the fish
float quietly by, and below them on the bsittom,lay a
large shining flounder as motionless and as aritocratic
as might be.
"Poets do not • tell the truth after said Mr.
Smith; "where are the "purple mullet and gold fish,"
and "the sea-flower' with its leaves of blue?" alas
alas!"
"Shall t move the bell ma'am?" asked the man.
~
"Why? •
"Only to show the facility with which it can be
managed," replied Mr. Smith. "Raise it a little.?
The man pulled one of the ropes, and the bell ro.i.e.
"Now to the right."
"Now to the lett."'
And the obedient machine moved in the directions
indicated.
"Now let as be perieetly still," said Catharine "I
want tofeei that wear° really under the "deep, deep
There was silence. Her companion held her hand,
and a quick pressure of it, showed that ho understood
the feelings that subdued her. Catharine was glad,
•-•-511AKS •
very glad, that she could associate with this impres
sion of the sublime, that of sympathy with one, in
whom she felt a great and increasing interest. A lto-
Fether the feeling was worth all the trouble of gain
ing it. It is so seldmu that one has the opportunity
of feeling really sublime. At length Mr. Smith broke
the silence, by asking the man, how long it would be
practicable. to stay.
"There is air for one, an hour and is half," he re
plied, "for three, half an hour, Olcourse."
•'Then our time must be very nearly expired."
"Within five minutes," said the man, taking out
his watch. "Shall I sign to rise?"
As he oke, CI grating loud sound, like that of Mine
heavy body falling across the top of the bell, startled
them all.
"What can it he? how it shook ns!"
The man lmiitated—hosketi sai.r. - iously out at the
bull's eye, and then' raid,
"It is a cable chain how the confounded thing bas
got out here, I can't guess—hut here 'tis, that's plain.
I'll sign to raise, if you like,"
"By all means "
But the signal was not obeyed. It was repeated.
"The distress signal "
"I've made it twice, sir."
"What is the matter?, what shall we do!" ericd
Catharine, in great alarm. '
"Be calm—he quiet," said Mr. Smith, holding her
firmly with one arm, while with the other he clasp
ed a large iron hook which hung from the side of the
machine. "What is the reason they don't answer
you, do you think?"
"The d—d thing has got afoul of the bell—and they
can't move us;" replied the man, in evident arid pain
ful anxiety.
- .
"And the air will last but a short time," said Mr.
Smith.
"Oh what can we do! what can we do!" exclaimed
Catharine, in an agony of fear, she vainly tried to
control.
"I shall dive! and if I get up, PH send you wurd,"
said the bell man; and suiting the action to the word,
he was ont of sight in a moment. Here then they
werr; exposed to almost inevitable death. Catha
rine looked at her companion, but she could not tell
what were his emotions: his face was nearly hidden
by the thick vapor. that rolled up to the top of the
bell. She began to feel a sense of sutTneation, and she
breathed hardly and painfully; as if every breath
would be her last. - Then the thotight of all she left
above, and in her own green, 'Mini' home, came over
her—and the terrible death, she must die!-L-it was too
dreadful. She tried to speak, but she could not utter
a word. her companion at length broke silence.
"If lie has got safely up,,we shall very soon be re
lieved—if you can be calm."
Catharine was quieted by - the resolute tone, of her
companion, and she found she could breathe and even
speak.
"Is there any dariger hut he will get up? I thought
be could not help rising—shall not we too, go the same
way if we are not relieved soon?"
"I hoe very much- he will reach the surface in
safety—"
"And you fear?" • • -
"I fear—that he may hit against the vessel. For
that reason,l would not expose you to such a chance
if it is possible to escape it. But you aro very calm
—vou bear it nobly!"
The air was now almost exhausted. Catharine
heard Mr. Smith say; "I dare not wait longer, let me
hind this handkerchief round your arm and fasten it to
my own—and now hold your breath!"—he put one
arm round her Waist—The bell jarred..
"Thank God! we are rising!" exclaimed both the
sufferers at once, as n tplick grating sound showed
that the chain was removed, and the bell rose rapidly
to the surface. It was but a minute, and the cheers
of the men above came on their ears:
"A lady in the bell! yco! cheerily!" sum; the
hoarse voices of the sailars, and no band or music ev
er approached the sounds, in heavenly beauty. A
moment more, and the fresh air of the upper world
rushed in. They are safe.
The revulsion of feeling. was too much for the ex
hausted Catharine, and she fainted LI3 she was lifted
into the boat.
When she name td her senses, the first object she
saw was the bell man lying on the deck; his bend
bound with a handkerchief, stained With blood:—and
the next was her companion in danger and safely, anx
iously bending over her; A thousand thoughts rush
ed through her krain in an instant.. But for him she
must certainly Rave died. She would have fainted,
but for his courage—or she would have followed the
bell-man in the impatient fear of delay: his courage
—his composure had saved her life; and with a feel
in.. of overpowering gratitude , she clasped his hands,
and .- thanked him, us well as her gushing tears would
let her.
"Do not thank me," he replied smiling . , and yet as
if he sympathised in her enthusiasm. "I could have
done nothing, but for your own calmness and energy
—and the efforts of thiS brave fellow here."
"Yes," said Mr. Felton, "we could not imagine
why you did not come up—the men felt the signals,
and had put on more purchase, hut had no idea of the
entanglement, when what shota.appear above water,
but this glorious fellow—his head broke—blood pour.
ing out— and he ready to drop with exhaustion; how
ever he would'nt faint, till lie had got out; "Cable
chain over bell!" and then he sank away in an in
stant. Had'ut it been for that you were gone, I can
tell you; my dear. ,7ive Kate some of that wine.—
Well, Waddle, you've had a taste of the brine! I fan
cy you'll not he m a hurry to go azain!"
"Mr. Smith!" was all that Catharine could utter.
He answered her look of astonishment.
"I believe your brother did not intend the denounce
ment to happen quite so soon—however he must thank
himself. And now, since it has happened, he will
perhaps explain to me, as well as to you, why
wished me to drop my own name for the one I have
so patiently borne. I have been quite passive under
it, so far, but will now resume my, lawful cognomon of
Waddle."
' As he spoke he drew himself up with so much dig
nity that Catharine did not laugh. Somehow or oth
er, she did nix feel at all in a laughing mood. And
so--this man—the incognito of the gallery—the 'com
panion oilier danger—"the member from A—" this
man—who. with all his want of beautyi - grace, man•
ner,—any thing that she could have thought captivat
ing,—had interested her more than any man she had
ever seen; this man, was Tagfoot Waddle! What.
could be done? he never would change it again." A
las! she had no rich uncles, like old Bunting, to tempt
him back to his old name! Oh, if it were his old name!
or even Smith re fi lled into Smythebut Waddle!
Tagfoot! what could be done! what could be done?"
She looked up-at Mr. Felton. lie wait smiling: so
was Mrs. Felton; and with such mischievous and ex
pressive smiles, that Catharine could only bash to
the tips of her lingers, and fix-her eyes on the green
water. She envied the placid wave, which connast
ed so strongly with her own tempest tout mind. Once
more she turned liver in her thoughtS, the possibility
of being "Mrs. Tagfoot Waddle;" and this time she
glanced at Mr Tagfoot Waddle. Ile stood a little a
part from the others, and an expression of gravity, al
most of melancholy, rested on his peculiar features.
It touched Catharine to the heart. How sail it must
be, to bear such a name! to bear it too alone! Proba
bly he would never wish; would never dare to ask
any body to share it with hint. She wondered if he
ever would. She heganto fear he would not After
all. what's in a name?" And Catharine was thinking
how much "experience" had done towards r*. inging
some of her opinions, when Mr. Felton spoke, and
she started, for she thought her cars had deceived
her. No: she had heard Very plainly, as was evi
dent from the response. Mr. Felton had said;
"Did yon bring Mrs Waddle with 3 r)LI to Iloston?"
And he replied, that Mrs Waddle's health was in
different. and the care of her children detained her.
----"Then there was a Mrs. Tagfcot Waddle! and
a number of little Waddles!"
CONTENTMENI%
There is a jewel that no Indian mine can hwy.
No chemic art can counterfeit,
It makes men rich in greatest poverty,
Makes water wine; turns wooden cups to . gold. ; g.
The homely Whistle to sweet muse's strain;
Seldom it comes to few from Heaven sent,-
That much is in nought—Cot:lT:yr.
In the condition of mon, It frequently happens
that grief and anxiety lie bid under the golden
robes of prosperity: aryl the gloom of calamity is
cheered by secret radiations of hope and comfort,
as in the works of nature the bog is sometimes
covered with flowers, and the mine concealed in
the barren crags.
[WHOLE NO. 288
A NTI- M ASONIC.
From the Lancaster Examiner & Herald,
liar. Stevens' Remarks,.
At a County meeting of the friends ofJOSZPit R1T141611
held in Lancaster on the 19th Sept. 1830. •.7
Mn. venturing to sty s (eV
Words on the interesting rubject which engtigeji
the attention of this meeting, I do it with.resil
. .
diffidence, knowing that I ' , peak in the pireiencat:
of More who are as. thorooghly acquainted Witt!'
the enhject as I rinqqibly can he; and whose 44.
tertninvinn to persevere needs no incitemint;-.
and could receive no strength horn any, rematite
of mine: The intelligent citizens of Lancisfeti4
county were amongst the first to perceive' tharrr•
evils of masonry, and to forma determined or-%4R'
ganized resistance to them; and through
vicissitudes of success and defeat s have they ;•:-
maintained the calmest equanimity add - the moot.' ..,,
unshaken firmness, thereby showing fo all that ; ,.' ;;"
their conduct was the result of sincere ennvic.;,( ? .
Lion. Before you, it would he a useless waiter.:'',Al
of time to attempt to unfold the revolting prin. - .:•
eiplen ofihe iniquitous institution. Those who
would desire correct information and - sound ,-;!
views on that subject, would do well to draw
upon the intelligent yeomanry of Lantister. ,
You have maintained a steady and an ,onwsird. - 4 -: ''
st
cotirse, while neighboring counties who started:l'''.
with flowing sails and a ptosperonn breeze, hies 11
unfortunately tacked about, shortened sail,' or '''.
run upon the shoals and quicksand. of time-serair.l ,"":
ing compromise which obstruct the trent, and*:4s‘;
prove fatal to timid, vascillatieg. and unikilfaV;;:a
pilots. -But now. when you have manfully. 4.
weathered the storm, and are about entering it;;;,...5.' . ,
secure and permanent harbor, it may not- be..-, , ;'
unprofitable. nor uninteresting, briefly to review . .; -. %'
the difficulties which you have overcome; and, ~
the dringer which you have conquered. ..'
When the freemenof America first .ventured.
to
to doubt the utility of secret societies and .in. .
...:,
quire into the truth of the allegations made
against them, the members of the fraternity, from • ,
~,
the wise man and the enlightened statesman
down to the drivelling bigot, seemed to be trans-, ';
ported with an unearthly rage, and to recoil with'
horror
horror at so sacrilegious a deed! Although it was
permitted freely to scrutinize the principles, the :-.•
conduct and the motives of all civil and religinus
cummunitiel; of judges, of governors and of,: `
presidents: yet it was deemed a presumpthous,....„;
and an unholy thing to lift the veil of this privi.• , "
leged order! They arrogated to thecuselvea", - .
higher privileges, immunities and righter, and `.:
had wrought themselves into the belief that
they possessed superior "Limier," and were men
of higher and better mould; than the common
mass of their fellow citizens. They had retell- •
ed in the fond 'delusion until there was,but few, ..:
even of the wisest of them however sane in oth-
er things, who did not i :1-,1 .`zoi-mis in thji.
So lung and in such sweat ft 1, . 1. p, to.; ~ 0 1
lush vanity, had they worn : :.• •-tuos, ti.•., iiar.,a,
the mitres, and the je, , l of till; ;11;:p , -iL• vt . ,
kings, and aristuerats,that • 1 ,i.:, 7. r.7,,,- - :_: i .;sk.,ro
unalienable rights, far 5k , :• , , , ,, ~ ‘,41-, ,:. I.: ttl:lei a
untitled freemen! Ins'.' rid cii titw. ,, 1: 'V 'ty
argument the reasonable- doubts :::.2. d-i'.'- hies
& ~,ggestions of inqiiirinslitinds,they treatedithe • ..'
inquire's ea impertinent intermeddlers .id thing* •,
7 '
which were above them; and attempted to‘deter "
.:
from investigation by bitter denunciations ~and
personal vengeance. Although the impression -
of things past soon fades from the mind and be-
comes dim, yet there are many among you who
will never cease to remember the foul slanders ,
and malignant calumnies which were indiecrimi-
nately poured forth by this banded brotherhood
against all those who first ventured to condemn
and denounce the principlp of the Order. ;In ..
faithful obedience to the spirit and precepts. of
this chartered conspiracyy - they attempted to
destroy their characters and °nitwit:is Truro .
nom:sass!" No charge was too foul; no epithet
too harsh; and no motives too impure to, fasten, ..;.,
as far as persevering and concerted wickedness:: ~
could effect it, upon the spotless characters Pr -,
Adams, Everett, Granger, Rush and a hundred , .." .
others who had the patriotism and the nerve to "" .
speak of this Institution as freemen should ever'-`
speak to fellow freemen. I well remember that ••-•
for this alone, in your own city, the servile and
licentious press ceased not, day 'nor night, to
pour forth its filthy stream of rancorous false; •
hoods, upon the head of one of the ablest men, '.,
and most disinterested patriots of the, common.. ,-
wealth, who is a resident among you. So ab.
solute was the power of Masonry over the:
whole
whole press of the Union. that it implicitly ~ -,,'
obeyed its mandales. whether issued for the
moral destruction of their fellow citizens or .•
for the concealment of crime. So interested', 1 ,- ;
or sn intimidated was it.that it preserved the
silence of the grave in relation to one of the :.,
most interesting and momentous transactions:'
and
and periods of our own history. When it was ,'
proclaimed to an astonished people, that 'an I:
all-pervading conspiracy existed amongthem
directed against their equal rights. property,.,,
reputation and lives; and that in strict accor.
dunce with its principels, a fellow being-an'
~''`,
American citizen—had been deprived of life .
against every principle of PUBLIC 1a..; and se ,
powerful was its organization—so thoroughly:,,"
did it control witnesses and jorors, that the ...;,
snows murderers trampled upon the foritis.or,;-
law, and bid de fi ance to justice, scarcely is sin. ,--.;. ,
gle portion of the old press noticed the fact, or ; r'
published the allegation or the proof. While.
that
that same press published With avidity estpry
case of outrage or murder prompted by indt- -'
vidual depravity, however high or influential • :
were the culprit, it concealed one of tenfold .
more awful and alarming import. with all its • ..
attendant train of proteuting perjoriesi t So far •
as personal sympathies were concerned, the -,.-
murder of Morgan was but an ordinary matte, "*,:,'"
and would ere this have sunk into the black : ;".
oblivion of crime, and ceased to be a matter,of:
comment. But when that event was Proved -
be the deliberate result of chartered and or- ,
ganized iniquity, extending from pole to pole.
and from the risingt,tp the setting sun, how base.
ly deprived, or hoar criminally timid must that
press be which for a single moment could con-
~.;:?;
ceal it from the people! I am well aware of the J '-'
risques they would have incurred by an oppo. 1. ,"!,
site course. lam not igdorant ofthe poweror,
the disposition of the lodge to inflict puitqlfs , ;-- . ' . ./.
meat nn , all who exercise the rights of freenterl':l;i'
against its interests.. But when the well heler-,t..:
of your country is in danger, should they; broils• - • - ?:"., ,
lowed or excused on account of pecusisity)* - , :‘,„
terest, personal popularity, or lots of patrook,:'.' , ,,
age? lure is the plea of themoprin.cipl4,4;46...Y"'
Lard, who earns his daily tread hy4fisilishirtilerrr . "
I . pray you. sir, let nut this hingtestlthS_lNMight::4„:
uncalled for, harsh or tincnicrtentii. 1..
.we • :.'-- 4. 7 ?
not, unnecessarily, wound the feelings 4;.;..
humblest human beiog. But I ennlot, : • ,•., t
in measured terms of those treae• - • • '''*-;:.' ,
nets, who stand on the watch
~ 1 -',-'1 , 1;. , - i - . ,
and sufFer the citadel to be taken wit - . : ' f` t .k 41?
ing one cry, or striking one patriot " '' . .vs :"..•-;:';
l) rictot
I know there are (*any honestaserstv .;.t: •
'the evils of Masonry isagiforiArginaYei-Ifierr,l
bate never taken the trenblitiaitnadOel
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