The Mariettian. (Marietta [Pa.]) 1861-18??, March 28, 1863, Image 1

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Son Pair lino of every description neatly
and expeditiously executed, and at prices to
suit the times.
It isn't all in "bringing up,"
Let folks say what they will
To silver scour a pewter cup-- ,
It will be pewter still.
E'en he of old, wise Soloman,
Who said "train up a child,"
If I mistake not, had a son
Proved rattle-brained and wild
A man of mark, who fain would prase
For lord of flea and land,
May leave the training of a lon,
And bring him up full grand;
May give kim all the wealth of love,
Of college and of school,
But after all, may make no more
Than just a decent fool.
Atuother raised by Penury
Upon her bitter bread,
Whose road to k nowledge is like that,
The good to Heave u must tread.
He'a got a spark of Nature's light,
He'll fan it to a flame,
Till in its burning letters bright
The world may read his 1191110.
If it were all in "bringing up,"
In cc misel and restraint,
&.me rascals had been honest men—
I'd been myself a saint. •
0 ! it isn't all in bringing up,
Lot folks say what they will ;
Neglect may dim a elver cup—
It will be silver still.
Sweet are the gentle zephyrs
When spring is drawing near;
sweet are the warbling of the birds
Veto the passer's ear.
Every scene abounds in gladness;
Azure is the sky above;
And amidst joys so delicious,
Who can hinder thoughts,l
When with beauty all is teeming,
When to bloom the flowers spring,
Love will softly o'er my senses
Throw his bright and golden wing ;
And my nature and my feeling
Propel me to bear apart
In the joys which love impresses
On a true and faithful heart.
Purer than the stainless MOW,
Lonelier than the flowers gay,
flak like golden sunbeams bright—
Heart se open as the day ;
Teeth as white as ocean's pearls;
stately, soul- subduing air ;
Heaven knows there is no other
With my Julia can compere.
Resting in her love securely,
Knowing that her heart is mine,
Feeling that she clings to me
Like the ivy to the vine,
Calm I glide upon life's waters,
Riding on the foamy crest,
Contentment dwells within my heart,
I indeed am doubly blest.
Up and down, np and down,
AR day long in the crowded street,
The chill winds frosting her tattered skirts,
And bare and purple hands and feet.
What does it matter? Who is she
Only a worthless beggar brat I
Give her a crust! it is enough,
Such as she should be thankful for that!
Up and down, up and down,
Past the mansions of wealth and ease,
Whose grim walls frown on her pleading gaze—
What to them, pray, are suck as these..?
One should not give—it is not right
To encourage idle vagrants so ;
Better give to some high-sounding fund,
And know just where your monerll go !
Up and down, up and down,
Ah, how her poor feet bleed and smart !
And the frozen stare in her stony eyes
Tells bow the frost has crept to her heart.
She patine to think, sometimes, between
Her pleadings for, "Only a penny, please !"
Of her little brother and baby Nell,
And wonders if God will care for these !
Up and down, up and dawn,
Forward and back, through the buss mart,
Bush there's a child theie, trampled and torn,
Under the wheels of a loaded cart. .
Poor little Rude and baby Nell
Crying tbemselves with affright to keep ;
And,,,,pauper corpse in the station-house—
Ono beggar less for the town to keep
gagotut ip i tnro g ibattia #ouroal : getrotel toVolitits, Titeraturt, Agrituiture, Ittos of ttt gag, ford 3ntelligenct,
'Tie July now in middle way,
And hot and sultry is the day ;
The atmosphere's of smoky hue,
And a soft haze is o'er the blue ;
-But yet the sun shines warmly down
Upon the sea, the wood, and towa4,
And far and near the arid plain
Doth seem to look to heaven for rain.
The air is still on hill and lea,
And hushed the song of bird and bee I
The flowers are all drooping low,
The little streams have ceased to flow,
The kine have sought the cooling shade,
The lambs have quit the sultry glade ;
And one and all of heat complain,
And seem to look on high for rain:
The men who throng the public mart,
And every day take active part
In business, bustle, pleasure, meet;
Have all forsook the heated street, •
And lounge around on stoops and floors,
Or rest within their cooling doors;
And there in speech is heard quite plain
The words : "I wish we had some rain !"
And those who labor in the field,
Tho sickle or the scythe to wield,
Have laid aside their sharpened blades,
To rest themselves within the shades
And there a while from the sun,
The farmer.talks, in pleasant tone,
Now of the grass, then of the grain,
And untold blebsings, should it rain.
Thus man, and beast, and bird, and flower,
Express their wants in needful hour;
And He who watcheth over all
Sa) a : "Not in vain shall be their call :"
Even now, above the mountains high,
The clouds are spreading 'thwart the sky,
All dark and heavy, slowly_rolling,
Beneath the King of Storm's controlling:'
A breeze starts up, aud, with rude gust,
Ruth high in air the, light, dry dust,
And shakes the leaves upon .ench-treo;
And mores the wares upon tae sea ;
While far atz,ve the distant town .
The cold ram pours M. torrents down,
And the loud echoes through the air
Are followed by the lightning's glare.
Aa thus the storm the workman seek ;
Unto the houm he quickly' Rees ;
The line alarmed upon the glade,*
Quick haste them to the barn or shade
The birds in fear ci the corning, fluod,
Fly swift unto the thickest wood ;
But geese and ducks seem unanneyed,
And duck the pool, all overjoyed.
The clouds, unfurled in dread array,
Have shut from sight the king of day
And drops of rain begin to fall
Down lightly from the cloudy pall;
And as they patter in the rill,
A momentall the wind is still
Again it blows, the tall trees bend,
And down the swelling goods descend
Crushing to earth light plants and flowers,
And Blooming this fair world of ours,
While dense the clouds, iu wild commotion
Go whirling, curling, o'er the oceaf.
The lightnings glare, and blaze, all flash,
The thunders roll, and boom, and crash,
And with each shock earth seems to quake,
And dames to their , foundations shake.
Thus, swiftly on some moments roll,
Revealing dread t many a soul ;
When suddenly, amid the jar
Of all these elements at war,
A tree is struck, and tumbles down
Unto earth's bosom, smoking brown,
And while the echoes give reply,
Its limbs are hurled unto the sky,
The roads and streams, in memeat , e time,
Have all ;been filled with mud and slime,
And roll their murky floods along,
With ruder laugh, and wilder song;
While tho dark ocean, with a rear,
All madly surges on the shore;
And the wild waves far seem to vie •
With the commotion of the sky.
But now the storm is on the wane,
And down more lightly falls the rain.;
The thunder's echoes roll away - ,
The lightning's flashes ceitse to play
The clouds assume a brighter hue,
And fur behind is seen the blue,
Which widens as the cloudy mass
Unto the East doth slowly pass.
And then the sun appears on high,
And paints the rainbow in tho sky
But its light fades with the fading shower,
That comes and goes in one brief hour,
Yet leaves behind a brighter day,
With drooping Nature once more gay.
Yes! hear you not in every grove
The birds pour forth their songs of love I
And hear you not upon the breeze
The humming of the merry bees?
And see you not upon the lea
The lambkins sporting glad and free 1
And see you not the flowers and grain.
Stand full of life and strength again/
Ab, yes ! 'tis eo—all nature shines,
And sounds with-tones of praise chyme
And e 3 in life: When faint and weary,
When wide the sky looks dark , and dreary,
And fierce storms burst above our head,
And all our : very Bout with dread,
If we hold to Hope, our anchor, fast,
And trust in Ilitn, 'twill soon he past ;
And in the Place where all seemed night
The sun will shine as ever bright.
car Overwarm Needs, like hot pota
toes, are quickly dropped.
tur A mail's' money seldom grows
more than half a . s fast as his love for it.
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.6 ;
The house was as silent as if deserted
—everybody had come home, from tiding
or walking, tired and dusty, and had
gone straight to their rooms, to lounge
and doze away the intervening time be
tween that atid "dinner, as Belle Magen
ta and I were doing. Oars was a front
room, looking in the water, and the
shaded bank; a cool breeze came in
through the blinds, swelling out the
muslin curtains, and heavy with fra
grance. I lay on the bed in an attitude
of exceeding comfort Mid' doubtful ele
gance ; Belle was on the sofa, her hand
clasped above her head, her little slip
pers peeping out from under her white
peignoir, and engaged in the (to her)
very unnatural occupation of thinking.
"It is odd," she said at length.
‘"What is ?"
"Oh I the way things come around."
"Definite and satisfactory I"
"Bat I can't explain, unless I tell you
what'l am thinking about."
"Well, is there any insuperable ob
stacle in the way of that ? Is it trea
son, or are you under oath ?"
"No ; bat it is a long story."
"Tant mina / lam just in the humor
to hear oust; besides, I know the sub
ject. I will 'wager my cameo bracelet
that it has something to do with Ernest
"How did you know that?
"flow? Every way. I am. sure you
have - met him before. I . saw you change,
color, and - a' pacnliar gleam transfigure
all his face when
‘ you,,were introdueed.
You area born coquette, Belle lllageh
to f but, instead of trying any-of your
artillery on him, you went and sat silent
in a bow-window. When yon talk to 4
gather, .though on the, most every-day
subjects, the jar and ypcoil of
,battle` ie
in your every. word. I :have seen =hini
bring the blood.hotlyto your cheeks by.
a single word—a. look. I bave,heard
yon'say some careless thing,. and known
by the deadly fire in hie43ye that you
had intentionally stabbed him to the
heart;, and you havo . been thinking of
him this laet belf-bour. You cannot
deny it 1"
"Why should I? One must have
something to think of; and what better
than such a handsome fellow as Ernest ?,
—or no, not handsome (I-hate handsome
men) but pleasing. You are right also
on another point (lucky for you that I
am not Cotton Mather)—we are old ao
"I know it; and what did you do to
him ?"
"I? Really, you are extraordinary.—
I tell you we are old acquaintances ;
that is all. I met him, two summers
ago, in the most stupid country-place
that I ever saw in my life P'
"Well, what else. Remember, honest
(not partial) confession, is good for the
Belle partially raised herself, and
gave me a curious look out of her large
black eyes.
"Yon want to hear all about it; for
once in your life, you are actually in.
quisitive and impertinent ; but I don't
think lam angry. RIB so refreshing
to see you for once a little bit like other
people ; besides, Scheherazade herself
could not feel more like story-telling
than I do just now; so listen, my dear
'sultana. Three summers ago, you know,
I was in-disgrace with papa and mamma.
I had flirted all winter with Jack Ellis,
who had--not a cent, and was as fast as
he could ; and. I. think we should
have finished with an elopement, if some
of our- notes-had not miscarried. By
the way, don't you think it mean in papa
to read my billets*us Suppose I did
ran away Was it any one's business
but my own? To come Nick, however.
They sent tee up to Connecticut, to
Aunt Mabel Reid—papa's sister. My
dear, you never saw such a place. I
am confident the North Pole is lively
and wide-awake, compared with it.—
There is a dismal beach, and an avenue
of trees ; and under their shade doze
the houses of some twenty or thirty 4)1;-
01 familieh. If they have any children,
I never saw them ; if they ever 'go td .
the windows,, or sit or stand in the doors,
I could never find it out, There was
store, but the clerk was always so as
tonished when I wanted anythisig, that
I soon gave up going. The only earnest
of our not being in the very middle of
Sahara, was the occasional advent, in a
rheumatic --carriage,-of some of Aunt
Mabel's friends, who all looked so ex
actly alike, that .I was continually me.-
king the most- dreadful blunders;- and
an unaccountable-fashion - that the little
chnroh-bad, on Sunday,' of betrig filled
up with inexplicable people, precisely as
if every seventh day there was a sort of
muehroom growth of inhabitants. ~At
the little church, I first saw Ernest
Graves,-in close attendance en Alice
Primera, the only pretty ,
.girl in the
village, and my particular detestation.—
He had not his moustache then, and 'he
is now a trifle broader across the shoul
der's ; bet I should have noticed him
even in the city—and , there, after so
many weeks of ennui, I considered him
a direct providential dispensation. Like
all other men, it was easy enough to at
tract him. I had only to show a little
sky admiration—let him catch me half
a dozeh times looking at him, fronf un
der my bonnet, but it did seem as if we
never could find any body to introduce
-us. People that generally fired off
names at my head, before I got within
hearing distance, 'thought I knew him,
or were not sure that I would like it.'
Mutual friends talked to each other over
our heads, or across us. We - met as
people in the early stages of flirtation
always will, continually ; and I really
began to think of dropping a handker
chief, or losing a bracelet, when one day
some good angel put it into Deacon
Madge's" mean his head—to
say : 'Mr. Graves, Miss Magenta—Miss
Magenta, Mr. Graves li and at once the
bars were down, and we were off togeth
er into fairy-land. '
"There was none 'of the formality of a
first interview ; for, in all but words, we
were well acquainted. We had as many
reminiscenses as though we had been
friends for the last six months. There
was a time when we met in the lane, and
I passed him without looking up ;:and
the time at the depot, when he handed
mo into the cars ; and the still more
memorable occasion at church, when
we sat in the same. pew, and he found
all. the places for me. I had not yet
learned to think of Jack Ellis without a
pang; and twenty times a day, a chance
look or word of his took me back to ,the
old time. So I liked him first far that,•
and presently I found out lie was likea
ble in himself. I had intended, of
course, to amuse myself; but theie was
certain something in his look and man
ner that warned me not to trifle with
him. I could not decide if he loved me.
At times, I caught glimpses of a depth
and intensity of feeling that made me
tremble ; at others, he was cold as ice
—impassive as marble.
"The time came for him to go back
te the city; and then he spoke out.—
Some word of mine.a tear that came
in spite , of myself—unsealed his lips.—
He loved me—bad loved me, with the
first real affection of hie life; but my
last winter's doings had been common
talk in the littlelyillage, and had reached
his ears. His heart should lie on the
toilet-table of no coquette. HI could
love him, well—but if I deceived,him—
I vow, Clara,. I was half afraid, he was
so fierce, so desperately in earnest.
"We corresponded, of course. I had
,nothing to do in that dull place but
write ; and I suppose I scribbled roams
of nonsense. I had his picture, and
looked at It fifty times a day. I wore
this ring (shoWing on her third finger a
splendid opal). In short, T developed
the most aggravated symptoms of the
disorder•; but at last , came the autumn,
and I went back to town. Then Er
nest wrote me that the time for the trial
of my fidelity had arrived. If I -proved
true amidst the temptations of the win
ter's gayety, his faith in me henceforth
could never be shaken. I smiled to
myself; for I felt very secure, and re
mained a model of coustaney for—four
week's. ; You said that I was a born co-'
quette. Could I help being admired,
and help liking it? Then fidelity is
stupid. If Ernest had bean there, it
might have been otherwise ; but he was
one of these suspicious beings, who do
not know the meaning of faith. He was
constantly accusing me of growing cool
ness, indiffeience, and what not. I had
continually,to defend Myself, to reassert
my affection.; till, as I 'finally wretehim,
I began to doubt if I had any.' Yon
should have seen the- letter with which
our correspondence ended—it was truly
terrible. He vowed the direst yen;
geance ; bat it is two years since then,,
and I am still unhurt." -
"Well—" , • ,
A soft blush began to glow in Belle's
"Yoe remember the evening- that he
came- how we were - sitting, in the tibia:
ry.- - A;ilhen I heard' his name, I had no
idea that It was my former lover--ndt
even when . l. first looked at him, till I
rem:ad:ten:a a, certain peculiar fire of
the eye, that I had seen in him'once or
twice befdre. t was, vexed at first ',AI
thought it such a 'mai a propos ating_
Mstalcdieliacl April 11, 18U4.
though, of course, nobody, knew any.
thing about it, and nobody was to blame.
When I found that he wasn't going to
make a scene, however, and that he was
always polite and serene, I felt relieved ;
only it was so odd, that even when we
were alone, he should never, in the most
indireet way, recall the past."
"What,do you mean by that sphinx
like 'well'? That is all. Ho is more
agreeable than he used to be, and far
handsomer. He has always, such self
control, and seems to read , my very
thoughts with those inscrutable eyes.—
Only one thing I dont like as well. I
never felt quite sure of him. I can
never be precisely sure whether he is
in earnest, or speaking , in mockery. In
the old times, his earnestness bore the
unmistakable stamp of truth ; And tho'
I wouldn't say it to any one but you, I
don't think that I liked him as welt; be
cause I *as so sure of him ; but now,
though, he says—"
She stopped short, waves of blushes
surging up over her face.
"Go on."
"I can't."
"You can. I know already the sub
stance of what you are about to say."
"I wish :I had.never commenced, but
since it must be ) know that the other
day he,spoke to me again of love. It
was that rainy evening, when I left yon
all in the parlor, and , stole away to the
library. I was completely wretched;
it was partly, I. suppose ;
and then, lately, old times were contin
ually coming back to me. All the
sweetness and enchantment of that love
were sing • upon me. He looked to
me as he never did before, and I felt
bitterly that I . had shut myself out from
his heart 'forever. I sat, down in the
twilight, and just as I found that I was
crying, carne a man's step at the dooi.
I sat still, hoping that whoever: it was,
would go away ; but he-came in; and
then I eaw that , it was Ernest. He tat
down near me, and commenced to 'talk,
pretending to see nothing of my- tears
and agitation. That made it all the
more intolerable. Remembering so
vividly, all his passionate looks and
words of old, and how he would have
comforted me, if be had seen me dis
tressed ; and to see him now, cold and
utterly unnerved, simply polite, was
more than I could bear. I burst oat
into a. perfect storm of weeping.
"He" got up, and came to me.
"Belle—Miss Magenta, are yon ill 4-
"And I answered :
"'Don't speak se; don't say Miss
Magenta—at least, to-night. Ernest,
have you rio heart, no feeling V
"'I had once,' be answered, with a
curious change in his voice, 'but I—par
don me, I thought you had none.'
"'Will you ever forgive me ?' I asked
(Don't smile, Clara, at my new-found
humility, but he has subdued me, in
deed.) . He made no answer in words,
but he clasped hie arm around me, and
began smoothing away the hair from my
forehead, with the old familiar gesture
that I knew so well; and I-0, Clara, I
lois him as I never did before, but I
have at times such a vague, uncomforta
ble mistrust and fear. He will never
speak of old times ; when I have urged
him, be answered briefly, that he has
suffered so much, that the very remem
brance of it is torture; and more anx
ious still, he caresses me often, with a
sort of fierce fondness, bat he never
says, love you l'—neves calls me pet.
Dames, as he used ; and when I some
times shun him, how dear he is to me .l
his eye never softens, but lights up, with
something like triumph.. When I say
over these things ,to myself, .1 am, at
times, afraid of him, and yet—"
The dresaing-bell cat her revelations
short. I hardly .
,knew how. I dressed
myself; for I was so stunned and as
tonished ; but Belle looked rouvelously
handsonie in her cool, floating dress.—
She} sat beside Ernest at dinner:; and
when it was over, they wandered off by
themselves, and I saw them.paes‘the
dining-room windows. An hour -after,
going down to the river, I came on them
soddenly, in .a. pleasant little summer
house. ' They were - talking excitedly,'
passionately ; arid- I could neither re
treat nor advance without attraction, th;
stood; perforce, a most univilling. and
amazed listener.' ' •
She wile' cowering, rather-than sitting,
on the rustic bench ;- he stood:up before
her, pale as death, and speaking low and
rapidly. '
"Belle, as I told you, long ago, I truly
loved'you all the moral wealth, of my
nature I You—fufly con
scions' that if you' deceived me, I was
left bankrupt, but trusting the honor
NO. 35.
and nobility of your Wine, that I fan
cied you possessed, I told you so. I
had heard--that you were a coquette ;
but I thought it only the natural gayety
of a young girl. I fancied that beneath
this carelessness beat the true, pure wo
man's heart that you seemed to possess.
You seemed - toloie me, and so I shut
my eyes, and desperateli risked my all
on the venture; and, of course, lost;
any fool could have told me what a
quicksand was a voman's love, what an
ignis fates her promise. Ail this time
I have waited for vengeance—the hope
of it was all that supported me in that
bitter time—it has come at last."
"And you don't tote me ?" she asked
His face glowed suddenly
!•I do loye you ; I shall:always, in
spite of myself, loie you ; because I can
not take back' the gift ; but I hate you
also. If you would this moment be
mine, and I were well assured of a life
long devotion on your parti I would not
With a long sigh, Belle fell forward
on-the seat, fainting. she-could bear
no more.
Thinking her dead, I rushed forward
from my concealment.
• "Heart of ice t monster ! you have
killed her.!"
He shook hie head slightly
"She is made of more elastic materi
al," But the nest moment be contra
dicted his cruel words by kneeling be
side her, and covering her face a nd
hands with kisses, then stood en ono
side till her eyes slowly opened, when
he hastilyleft, the arbor.
Not one word said Belle to me on re
covering her senses. To this day she.
little dreams that I have her tecret.—
She has almost relinquished society, and
no one can, guess the reason,, unless it
be, 4rnest, who occasionally, meets and
bows coldly to her on: Broadway. He
should sleep sweetly nox ; foe her pale,
sorrowful, face cannot but assure him
that his revenge ,is perfect-,his retri
bution complete.
THE SLATES op Psemonica,--• - -Veat7/
Rabbed of his Prey.--There 'are queer
people in the world ; people with the
most absurd, unreasonable, and indefen
:Bible prejudices. For example, we have
met with individuals who had a morbid
antipathy to anything that was exten
sively advertised, no matter what might
be its actual claims to the confidence of
the publiz. These eccentrics' looked
with especial disfavor on advertised
medicines. They could not see, for ex
ample, in Dr. HolloWay's -Magnificent
system of advertising, covering as it
does, all the mediae's - of publicity which
the world affords, inYthing bet' a gigan
tic 'scheme of'mere speculation: . True,
they could-- not gainsay the testimony
pouring in spontaneously from the high
est sources, in favor of his incomparable
Pills and Ointment, but still they shook
their heads and muttered "humbug"—
Of course, there is no possibility of ar
guing with men that won't reason. The
best way'is to let them alone. Fortu
nately, such specimens of stupidity are
"few and far betweetr io this enlight•
ened era. The general feeling is,. that,
if a thing is in ' itself excellent, hi' vir
tues should be proclaimed to the four
winds of heaVen, for the general benefit
of mankind. Hence, the preclamatiOns
made by Dr: Holloway, through the en
tire newspaper press of the world, of
the properties and operation of his rem
edies; meets 'with. the cordial approval
of thinking men. The value of the
preparatlens as spedifics for the various
internal and external complaints pecu
liar to differeat climates, or common to
the world at large, is conceded, not only
by the masses, but by governments, men
of scien6e, and candid observers in every
walk of life. .Oan such remedies be too
widely known? Impossible !—Cinein
hati Dollar Columbian.
.11. Boston paper Bays that when
General:Mcdlellan visited one of the
military hospitals in that city he found
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eral; I should not have been hurt?"
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