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" And a, Urb(h tka atUc'i broken pana, Wlarawa eklldraa af waatM taalr raat a lata, W lor o vatck wbllaUadtaptoaabaa TV Joyoea aialU oVr ak pal youi-c fa. wlr tbi' alap Uaa In chaatbara (ay Wkaro, Batk allkaa curuiua, proud waaltb doth hfl O'ar a1 baautlful iklaga aar br'.M baa Bit toll, laaaeaaaa para wa art watchara bII'" HWitit atebra, aU!" aaaa; tat twaat llppad Bwwrrt, Wa watah o'ar aarth la IIa an any hour Wa Bbrsw brtfbt pa 'ha tor sfcitdfcood awaai, Laai Ihoraaaaooid wait for ibarr laodar fa; Wa waich wkr th chaaibera or carta load aad aad, Aad oftoa oar (all a atak to aorrowlnj glad; W Biek wkr Dm wwary mm auk ibtlr kadi Aad qalckly wa Moaat o'ar thalr lowly ktad. W loa ba wauk tkara lo traaattr up The laart thai lor drop 1b each Hay up, Till Uay 'r born Bwy, bayoadaarUaod aky. To a mob Ib th wrAabaw af Hop" high. W mil 'aid th toldaof Ua lafhaft pall, O ar all bMoUfal thlbf wa ar walchert ajll' fa glkton, Prbl Co., O. W1NTB d AITS iPRINO Bt bibs. t. e. wiLaoa. ( ' w miar. go' Thy fraB lockt tod Uaaaai wblu, Aad lacks thai kladl aot dahght, Aad braatb thai cbilla Um yvag kMrt't glow, Aad rrtvaj thai cuak u Uar drops abaft, 5 o bliss, ao pleasars can lot parti Go! win tor, g' Costal aamiaar. aoraa' With gaatolaklas satd baddlag kowr And balmy gala aad fragrant bkowori Aad amltoeUal cloths tbs aarU la Bow ara, Caraa t with tby bright sad fairy baad, Aad Mast gladneti 'r th land; Cam! summor, earn OXNTLl W01D8 Tbmb May warmth graa to I f. ka as aha dwoplag lower, Th yse grow brtgbi aad watch the light Of Aetana'i opening hourat worde Uatbrelh of tandrnaat, A od Mb to we k now bm iMa, Ar warntet 'ha a ta tu mater Uma, Aad brtghUr thaa the dew. AV01T WORDS i drops of oar aad Mrruw: Utter poison drape bm tby ; Weaving fo the eomlng morrow lad memorlalt of to -day. Angry word f Oh, let them ntrer "Vaat ua twgas torWddea tUpi May the heart' best ImpalM sr ChMh them om they toll the 11, . 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LILIASDAY A H0ME8T0RY, BT VTROINIA P T0WN8KND Ik wd a bright toftornoon in early June, gome thirteen yenre ego. Tbo biiii thAt riee all aloog the " ViHey ef the Naugatuck," had foldfl the green burplicee of inmtner over their gray boeons, and the blue river Gathered in between them, answering ack the eetwne smile of the afternoon ky, forming altogother one of those grand country poems that ISature loves so well to write out in New Rnirland. A few rods from tho river, in'a green opening among tho hills, stood a small one story cottage, almost wrapped np in the honeyiooklea andmorning-gIo riee that grew all aronnd tho front and reached np to the low eavee. And somehow, the little cottage formed s very charming rustic picture, sot up there in the green woods, overlooking the river, with the white fonces ana thick currant bushes running all around it. A little distance from the house, and jnst to tho left of themain road, stood a large cherry tree, Ktl long, green arms out out very beautifully against the sky ; and if you had been sauntering along the road on the afternoon of which I write, and, if your eyes had chanced to light on that tree, you would have turnod about, and, stealing softly under tho low branches, have stood there, your oul luxuriating (if beauty is to you a luxury) in the vision revealed to yon. She was lying ander tho tree, one little bare arm folded under bor bead, and her soft cheok half turned to the cool grase, that sweet child , with hardly the bloom of eight snm mors on her young, dreaming face. The long, golden-brown lashes were drooped over her blue eyes, and over her small crimson lipa the smiles wandered li ko shifting light, betraying the dimples hidden iust in the smooth curving of either cheek. Her bright hair ly tanglod about her fsce. and the little Angers that were braided in a halt -tin -ished wreath of buttercups and white clover blossoms, told their story as plainly as the lips above them could nave done this. The child had boen in the woods gathering flowers, and when she sat down under the cool shadows of the cherry tree to weave them into a wroath, she had grown weary and gone to sleep with her small Angers fastened over tho long stems. Rut there were no travelers on the main road that afternoon, so the child slept on, with nobody to watch her, uniees it was the sunshine that found nassaire between tho brauchen, und dropped a golden baptismal upon the child's forehead. At last, howover, a small dog bounded through the halfopen gate of the littlo cottage, and rushing to tho little child, commenced licking her face and hands with unmistakable demonstrations of glad ness. 1 Why. Fido, what in the world made mo go to sloop?" Tho girl had wakened now ; and after rubbing her ? O I eyes she sat up. " You're a dear old fellow, to wake me up, any way, and she throw her arms around the nock of the dog. The next moment a stone had drop ped to the girl's feet, and with a quick sharp yell of pain, Fido hod sprung up from her arm. Tho girl was on her feet in a mo ment, lookingoff oagerly to tho road, whore, standing nearly opposite, she saw the offender. He was noy, hard ly more than two years her senior, and those bluo eyes of hers had never lighted on a more wretched , destitute looking obieot than tbo one before her. Hie long, tangled hair had, apparently, never enjoyed an acquaintance with comb or :ru-li ; while the ragged, rimless article set on one side of his bead, might, once, rejoice in the cognomen of bat. His elbows both protruded from tho sleeves of a thread bare coat, and the pants that termina ted some three inches above his bare feet, were patched with suoh a variety of colors, it would have boeu difficult to determine their original color. The boy's face waa thin and pale, and told a sorrowful talo of want and suffering. Yet there was something in the large, dark eyes, that beamed oat bright and wild from between those masses of tangled hair, which redeemed the expression of the whole face. There was so muoh courage aad earncfttnoss in thorn ; and though they might flash with anger, yon felt they might melt with tendernees, too. "Oh, howcoiiMyou,boy ! " said the little girl, turning her soft eyes from the boy to the moaning dog. Don't you soe you have hurt Kid"7' " Well, I do n t earo if I have; I 11 hurt him again, too," was the coarse rejoinder, aa the boy bent to pick up another stone. The little girl bounded across the grass, and was by his side in a moment. " No, no, ' she said, laying her hand upon his arm, and lifting her sweet face, full of earnest entreaty, tu his. "You won't throw it, pleaso do n't You do n't know how much I love him , I and grandma, too oh, you wo n't ; will you V He looked in her fuco a moment, very earnestly. Thou a softer expression cams into those wild eyes, and the next moment the itooe rolled down the hi 1, and waa gathered into the deep heart of the river. "Oh, thank you, thank von a great many times, little boy," said the little girl, with intuitive grace. "Fido will thank you too. Hush, Fido," for tbo dog had limped to her side, and was surveying the bov, with an occasionallow growl.whicb indicated anything bat gratitude. " Little girl," said tbs boy, Awk-

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wardly twisting his brown ringers together, "I'm sorry I threw that stone, now; I should n t if I bud known you." " Oh, well, do n't mind it now, Fido 's got over it you See ; and yon won't never hurt a dog again, will you7" Yos, I shall, though ; I II hurt every dog but yours I can find, fbr I hate everybody and evory thing in the world evorybody but you, I mean." His th in lips quivered as he said the words, and his dark oyos flashed liko the quiek lightningout of She summer night cloud, but the suddon softness that oatno over them, waa wondrously touching as he finishod tho sentence and looked up in the girl s taue. "Oh, don't say so," said the child, earnestly, almost solemnly. " It 's very wicked grandma says we must "She would n't love me, though, I guess," and tho speaker glanced down contemptuously at the tout eu$tmblo( hiaooat aud pants; "a raggod, dirty, good-for-nothing little ape, fit only for the gallows: that 's what a man np theroaa called me just now. Itmade me mad, though it's true enough, 1 s'pose. Do n t you see nobody 'a love me ?M " No," her brown enrls waved brightly in the sunshine, aa the littlo girl shook her head, 'grandma nay h it don't make any difference what kind of clothes wo wear, so ourhoart is in the right place." Tho boy looked at her a moment, half in doubt, and half in wonder. " Little girl, what's your name?" was the audible conclusion of his cogitations. It was evident that his practical knowledge of humanity had furnished him with a oodo or morals very unliko those advanced by tho littlo girl. " Lilias Day ; and I livo all alone with grandma, In that little oottago between the hills. But it s warm, standing horo in tho sunshine, wo n't you come and sit under the tree whore It 's cool?" " Tea, for I like you, Lilias, you see; I want to talk some more besides that, I'm very tired." " Have you walked a great ways to-day?" Questioned Lilias, as the two children threw themseiveson the cool frrusS and the great treo threw its ung arms above them, like the blessing of a choir of angels. "Yes, I've walkod from a place callod Waterbury, since morning." From Waterbury !" repeated tho little girl, her blue eyos growing larger with astonishment. "Why, it's a long, long way, I've hoard grandma say. Whore are you going, little boy?" " I 'm going to Now York. You see, Lilias, I've run away." Unconsciously tho chud drew fArthor from him, out as he continued, she camo closer again, and hor sweet face grew very full of mournful sympathy oa she listened to tbeboy'ssto- " My name is Arthur Hale," he said, "and I 'vo lived all alone with old Jack Thomas since mamma died, four years ago last Spring, and all this time, Jack has done nothing but mftke tne work from snnriseto sunset, . . . . A I. A kI .,.., , era nrd t v and never spoke a ploatjant word to me, and cursed and boat me overy time i did n't please him, and not give mo enough to eat, and only these old clothes you soe. Well, last Saturday, be gave mo a harder beating than ever, because I did not understand somo thing ho told me to do. and I justsaid to myself Arthur Hale, you are almost ton years old, and you re a fool if you '11 stand this any longer. Just run away, and go to New York, as Sam Parsons did; you can t bo any worse off than you are now, and maybe some titno you'll got money enough to go to Georgia, where your mother said that rich uncle of yours lived, that sho named yon after.' So, Monday morning, I watched for the first lino of light that used always to creen up a chink in the wall, and then t crept out of bed softly, and in a tew minutes I was out ol the houso, and 1 didn't stop running till my breath loft me. you bettor believe , and since Monday morning, 1 'vo walked from Massachusetts horo, and I ahall keep on till I get to NewYork" ' And what will yon do there, Arthur?" questioned Liliaa Day, and hor tones wore full of deep sympathy. " I don't know something or other, i guese at any rato, it will be better thuu living with old Jack Thomas," and the boy drew up his ragged sleeve, and enforced the truth of what he was saying by a sight which sent a shiver of horror through tho little girl's frame, fbr tho small arms were tenlbly scarred by the rocent whippings ho had undergone. M But, Lilias, I want you to call me Arty, fbr you speak ao sotly, juit as mamma did when she used to say, Arty, my darling boy I' then hor little white hand would drop down so soft and cool in my hair, and hor great, beauboauliful cyertjwould look on mo so full of love. Oh, dear! I've felt many a night her lip on my forehead, just as they usod to be; ami thenlVe waked up and found myself in that old, dark garret, and remembered that mamma was trying under the long, tangled gross in the graveyard, and I've wished 1 was there, too. She was suoh a beautiful mother, and she loved me so dourly aud 1 loved her, too; and I can nee 'hor sweet smile lying about her lips, jnst as plain as I seo you now, Lilias thero, don't cry. TV hy, did you over! I 'm crying, too, Lilias r " Lily I Lily, darling, where are you?" Tho wind brought the words to the ears of the children, aa they aat under the tree, and tho little girl was on her feet in a moment. " It is grandma," shesaid, " she's calling me, Ar ty--won't you go with mo?" She wit EUading in the front door

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looking somewhere on the hither side of fifty, and she seomed torealixo ful ly one's ideal of an old lady, set like a picture in tho green framework of the vine around her front door. The snowv can was Dinned closely as a Quaker's ander hor slightly wnakled chin, and tho black silk kerchioi folded neatly over her oalieo dress. There was something, too, in her mild, motherly face, that would have made a poor, friendless, homeless boy, like Arthur, warm towards it. Thoso lips would never drop anything but kindnew fbr any human being. " Why, sakos alive I who have yot Sot with you?" ejaculated tho old la y, as her wondering eyes fell on Arthur. " It m Arthur Hale, grandma, who has n't got any body to tako care of him, for his mother diod a long, long time ago, and he's run away from a dreadful man, who used to beat him every day, and just for nothing at all." The little girl's epitome of Arthur's sad story waa delivered in a tono which greatly heightened Its effect. " Dear me I dear me !" repeated the old lady, and there was a suspicious twinkling of the eyes under white cap : " come right into the house, both of you. What a dreadful plight yot are in, poor child; and no mother to take care you," she continued, surveying the boy with mingled pity aud pain for her New England love of neatness was greatly shocked at his filthy garmonts. "Lily, take the poor child into the shed, and show nim where to wash his face, as cloan as soap and wator can make it, while I got him something to eat." The beams of the dying June day looked into tho kitchen of that littlo vine-wrapped cottage, and saw the two children aa they sat bofore Mrs. Day's bountifully spread tablo, while tho good woman stood surveying thorn, her face radiant with satisfaction. Arthur, in whoso personelle an entire metamorphosil had been effected by the duly chronicled soap and water, and a largo check apron, which kindly concealed all tho deficiencies beneath it, looked almost beautiful, with those bright, large eyes,softand dear as summor stars, as they travelled from the old lady's tranouil features to those of hor beautiful grandchild. " And now, children, you may go out and play till the stars come over tho hills; tor, of course, Arthur won't think of leaving us to-night; and I'll see if 1 can't muster up some better clothes for him. The night stars had long hung like goldon porioda ovor the green valley ol the JNaugatuck, and tho nvor, its deep heart quiet as an infant's, lay sleoping in the solemn embrace of tho groat bills, while the lamp-light shone softly out of Mrs. Day s littlo cottago window. It was long past tho good woman's hour for retiring, but her fingers indicated no weariness, as she sat heforo her little round table, busily plying her needle, while a variety of halfworn articles of clothing were scattered about her. " That old coat of poor William's will answer nicely, if I can manago to tako up tho seams a little; and that straw hat 's as good as new," murmured the old lady to herself. 'Those pants, too, they want a new hem, and it would tako a tailor to say thoy was n't bought yesterday." And between the golden night stars, tho angels looked down and saw tho old woman at hor labor of love. It was morning again, and the valley was "glad at his presence," and the south wind gathered up tho grass of tho meadows into long, green breakers, and thon toro them pluyfully apart. Arthur Hale and Lilias Day wore walking slowly toward an angle in the road, some half-mile from the home of the latter. A silence very like that of sadness had come over tho two children, as they drew near the placo whoro their paths must diverge It was at lost broken by Arthur. " I have boon thinking, Lily, of what Jack Thomas would say if ho could soe me in thoso bountiful new clothes ; I guess he d think I was 1 should n't know you, Arty, you look so different from what you did yesterday oh, dear ! here wo are at the corner, whoro grandma said I must stop. We shu n't see each otbor any more." " Yos, wo shall, too," said tho boy, with an earnestness that seemed almost prophetic ; " I shall come back to you some day, Lily Day, as true as I live it may bo a long time, but I shall come back." Well, Arty, I believe yon, said the little girl, her blue eyes catching Some of the light in hor companion's " Here 's my bead purse, and it a got three dollars grandma put in it. nho said I might give it to you, Arty. You'll keen it to remomber me by, won't your" He took it and held it up so that the beads sparkled brightly in the sunshine. "Yes, Lily," ne said, "and when I eome book I shall bring you something, too. I '11 keep the purse till then. " Well, good bye, Arty," her eyes wore growing dim with tears "dont forgot, now, what grandma said about not walking farther than Derby, and then taking tho stage to New-Haven" "No, I shan't forget. Good bye, Lily; " and he wrappod his arms a bout her neck, just as years ago ho had wrapped them abouthis mother's, and prossod his lips again and again to the fair, sweet forehead. Then, without speaking another word, for his checks were moist with toars, he passed on, and Lilias stood at the cornor of tho road and watched him with her dim eyas until be was out of tig&t.

FRIDAY, JUNE 19, 1857.

A id so on tho bright June morning those children have parted. W . . I - . war ill their life-paths evor meet again? It was a question which noithor priest, or poet, or philosopher could have answered knowu only to Hi'n whotaketh not counsel of any, and who holds in His right hand the thread of all human dostiuiet. Eloven years had elapsed. It was a hoarse, wild evening, with stars pee ping like pearls hero and there out of the tangled skirts ot the windclouds. A solitary beta of light went out into the dark news from the bed-room window of Mra. Day's little cottage, and if yon could have put aside the tingle breadth of whito muslid, you would havo seoti the old lady aud hor grand daughter that evening. Sweet Lilias Day 1 Those eleven years had well fulfilled the promise of her childhood. Tho fair, delicately chiseled features, tho May -blue eyes, and tho plaits of tho rich, shining hair, formed altogether an exquisite Madonna-picture, and yet thoro was a little pensivenoss about the crimson lips which made you feel, somehow, that the young girl's foot had come up thro' some dark shadows to the nineteenth winter of lifo. You would hardly havo rocognixed Mrs. Day, those eleven yours had so changed her appearance. Her dark hatr was now white as December frosts, and it must have required a long experience of physical infirmity to have shrivelled those onoo plump cheeks, and furrowed so deeply thut onco placid forehead, arouuu which tho light of the tallow candle dimly flickers, as she lifts her head from the pillow and answers her grandchild "Lily, darling, do not speak of that again; it almost breaks my hoart to hoar you." " But, grandma," the youg girl'i voice is low and soft, albeit thoro is a little quiver of sitdnoss runuiug thro' it 14 you see, now our cottage is gone, and tne money is all snont, it is the only way that we can five. It will bo very hard to leavo you, 1 knew." Horo her soft fingers wore wrapped closely in tbo old woman's wrinkled ones. " But it is all wo can do and then I shall como home once in every two weeks, yon know. Beside that, I havo loarncd from you that nothing can degrade us, unless wo degrade ourselves; and after all you have done for me, it is but right that now, in your helpless old ago, I should tnko !our p ace; don't you see, grandma? 'hey have advertised for girls in one ot the Waterbury lactones, and you I will not say no to my going noxt wooxr The old ladv laid back on her pil low, and the tears fell fast down tier wrinkled cheeks, and the young girl strugglod heroically to swallow down the great sobs that were heaving her heart. "My darling, rav pot," said the old woman, lifting up her arms and drawing the golden need to her bosom, "how can I lot you go? How I shall long for a sight of your bluo eyes and your bright smile, during tho long, lonely days, and when the night drops down, I shall listen for your step, and tho sound of your sweet voice, aad thou I shall think of you off there, tired and sad, among strangers, who can novor feel or caro for you, rar dear!" "But, grandma," Lilias whispered amid thickly - falling tears "you know God will bo there, and ho can take caro of mo." M I know it I know it;" the dim eyes of the old woman kindled up with now light " Oh! remember Thy covenant with the fatherless and tho widow, and kor young foot when they go out from her home !" And in answer to the old woman's prayer camo a hush of blessod peace and love to hor hoart and that of her grandchild. Two weeks had passod. A young Southern gentleman, travoling with two ot his friends through a section of Now England, and being in tho vicinity of Waterbury, he had visited tho city for the sol purposo of having ocular demonstration of the power and extont'of hor far-famed manufacturing resources. Such was the brief statement furnished by the trio of strangers to one ol the propnotors of a large factory, who courteously volunteered to pioneer the gentlemen through the immonso building The strangers had gazed with minglod astonishment and admiration on tno vast and complies ted mach in er v displayed in tho lower rooms, and thoy had now ascended to an upper apartment where a large number of females wer employed. "Well, it will bo some timo bofore we see anything like this on our Georgia plantations eh, Helef" said one of the gent lei um. after his eyes bad journeyed down the row of girls on either side of the room, as ho turned to his friend. But the gentleman addressed did not rospond to the query, for at that moment his eyes lighted upon a face, whioh until that moment had been turned from him. A sudden change came over the Übe features of the ) oung Southerner, and his dark, lustrous oyes fastened on that sweet faco a look of interne eagerness. "She 'I beautiful as un Italian picture, Isn't sho''" said his friend, follow Ing tho young man's glanco. "She would grace any of ourdrawingrooms but seo hero, Hale, 'tjwom t do to Lstare at her liko that." " Can you tell mo, sir, the namo of that young girl, she with the golden hair and blue oyes, 1 mean?" asked In a low voico tne young Southerner of the urbane proprietor, as they stood together iu tne corner of His room. "Let's see Lilias Day, I believe she gave it. Pretty, isn't she? Mm has been here but a very abort time. I heard something of her history the

otber day. She resides twenty miles below here with her grandmother ; the family were onco quite wealthy, but have become greatly, reduced. Gentlemen will you walk into thii room?" That noon, as Lilias Day was leaving the factory, a note was placed in her hands by the foreman, who said he had boen requested to deliver it to her. Greatly surprised, and yet hor heart filled with painful forebodings lur her grandmother, she stepped to tho window and opened it. A small note drifted to the floor, but the words in an unknown hand first arrested her attention. I,n 1 1 Dar: Pal ap your work aad go heme to your graadifiolher. TaklhUand um It frely, aad tour ao mor for tk fhiur, for whll 1 I a. a IUir of yot almll Mr MKar, A iiukmi Lilias blus eyes were flooded with amazoment, as, after traversing these lines several times, she lifted thorn tVom tho paper. Sho raised the note that lay at her foct. It was a check

for tveo hundred dollars. "Ahl there goes the afternoon train. In two days it will bring Lily back," murmured old Mrs. JJay to herself, as ihe walked painfully to tho window, and looked down on the long train of cars as thoy swept through tho white iuud scapo, and it seomod to tho old woman's film oyes like the flight of some evil spirit with the lurid flames pouring out of its nostrils, and tho great skirts of smoke lying in its wake, as it glided every day to and fro, breaking into tbo hush of tho quiet valley. A few moments later, and tho bed-room door was thrown quickly open, and Lilias hung upon tho old woman's nock. "Oh, grandma! I havo come back to you, novor to go away again. We shall bo so happy, too, for we havo such a friend. And and " she could not consummate the sentenco for tho tears that were washing her cheeks. It was the nAernoon of tho duy after Lilias' return. Thero was a knock at tbo front door; and with a quickening of her pulse, the young girl rose ap and opened it. A young gentleman was standing there, whom Lilias remembered having scon in the factory. Ho lifted his hat and courteously inquired if Mrs. Day resided there. "She does ; will you walk in sir? " sho said, retaining her self-ossess-ion. Left alone in the littlo parlor, the young Southerner's dnrk eye wundered eagerly around tho "room, as ono's always do when the owner tries to identify his surroundings with somo picture that hub long been laid up in his memory. But when Mrs. Day ontorod the room, feebly leaning on tho arm of her grand daughter, and he lookod into her pale face, a shadow stole into the eyos of the stranger. "You do not recognize me, Mrs. Day," he said, aftor tho preliminary compliments had boon interchanged; "neither you or your grand child, and yet we have all throe met bofore. Can you not remomber?'' and ho turned to Lilias, and thero was something in his smile that it seemed to her had long dwelt in tho deep places of her memory. A pcrploxcd expression was coining over her face, when thestrangernhook out a small bead purse before hor, j and then the name of ''Arthur Hale !" broke involuntarily from herlips, and was followed by her grandmother's Ynln m M r iina . t . I , 1 i ,r 1 , 1 . I untni.iiia " Yos," continued the young Southerner, and his rich, deep tones thrilled the hearts of his hearers, " I am ho whom you found houseless, und you took him in naked, and you clothed him hungry, and you fed him and more than all this, you poured into his weary, wretched heart, the balm of your sweet words and loving sympathy. "He went from you a chunged being no longer man-hating and solfdcepisiug! He reached Now York, anu aftor a year of much harsh experience, he found the uncle of whom he told you, and his sorrows wero at an end. Two years since that undo died, and left him the solo heir to his broad plantations. He told you, Lily Day, on that summer morning when he parted from you, und your blue eye were filled with tears, that sooner or later, he should come back to you. Behold! he has redeemed his promise!" Lilias tried to answer him, but the words died in her throat, and replacing her hands before her face, tho tears she could not restrain dropped warm and fast through her Angers, and then, low and solemn through the silence, came the voice of her grandmother: " 1 have never soon the righteous man forsaken, nor his seed bogging broad." When May, that sweet poetess of Snrintr, beiran to write out her beau tihil fancies on the hills and meadows, there was a wedding lo the littlo cottage "among tho h ills." Very beautiful looked Mihi. Day, with the white May roses in her golden hair, as she went out from her New England homo the bride of the rich Southerner, Arthur Hale. St atx Stock. A voncrablo looking sow was discovered this morning in the cellas of the now State House, with eleven newly horn pig- This new issue of Stat'oStock was not pro vidod for by statuo. Columhv .lour., OtA. mm m tSkr A lecturer, illustrating the horrors of solitary confinement, said that ont of 100 persons sentenced to endure this punishment for life, only li survivod it. SbbT The latest ease of singularity of conduct reported, isthat of a man in Lowell who "dyed" for tho benefit of hii "hairs."

ANOTHER DISCOOASE FROM THE SAJLT 0 A THOUSAND STRIX0S " The following, together with the well-known sormon on the "Harp of a Thousand Strings," is published in England as a veritable specimen of the pulpit oratory of the back woods of the United States: "Beloved breathering, I'm the man what preached tho samten whioh has been printed in the papers, from the tax, 'And he blayoa on a harp uv a thousand strings spirits uv just men mado porfock.' I tnout as well say I don't take prido in things uv that sort, for in tho language uv my tea for tu cry I'm no orfal sinner, the chief among ton thousand, and tho one altogether Invly. Them is tho words which yon'lfflnd in Genesee. I'm gwine to preach without notes; 'kose 1 cant' rite, and kase I couldn't read it of J could; my notes arc bank notes, of whioh I havo a pocket full, and notes of hand, which I shall give to our squaro to collect, when I gets back to ludianny, fur I'm an orful sinner, t he chiof among ten thousand, and the ono altogother luvly. "The tex, my brothering, can bo divided into three pieces lust second third. Fust I'm an orful sinner. That moans you indiwidually, not mo parsonally. Thar ar mere sins nor one. Its a sin to drink wator and catch tho ague wear a littlo spirit will keep you in good health 'tis a sin to steal, unless you 'steal awhile away' 'tis a sia to swear, unless you swear and sin not 'tis a sin to lie, unless you lio low and keep dark. Pride issln. Sum is proud of their books; uow I ain't though I've thegift and tho grit to speak in. Sum is proud of their larnin; thank God I've none to bo proud of for f'ra an orful sinner, the chief among ten thousand, and the one altogother luvly. "Second. 'Chief among ten thousand. Thar is different kind of chiefs. Thn 's tho mischief, the chief of sinners, and the Cayuga Chiof. The mischief moans tho Old Boy, what keeps the fire office below, and lets poor folks suffer in the cold here on earth. The chief of sinners means you. you wharf-rats artcr-de-raeloni, amfiobuss animals, what live here about the eauawl. Look at them ere bosses rise up in jugment again you, high uv bono, lowo uvfiesh, tuff hides and short memories; hear the crows cawing, for thoy know that whar the canawl is thar w ill tbo crows be gathered. Tho Cayuga Chiof is a fbllar what pitches into my irons tho spiritdealers, and my other frens, th State Prison officers. Ho is one uv your

cold water men who goes lor the prohibition law whar Gouvernor Seymour voted. If t wasen t Sunday I should hooray for Seymour for I'm an orful sinner, the chiof among ton thousand, and tho ono altogether luvly. "Thurdly. 'Altogother luvly.' Different things is lnvly. When my boat swims liko a duck, I say sho am luvly when my wifo gives mo no curtain lectures ( she has tho gift of tongue as well as myself,) I soy sho am luvly when tho wind don,t blow and it don't rain and it don't nothin, I say the day am luvly fur I'm the chief anong ten thousand and tho one altogether luvly. "In conclusion, breathering, if that big pile uv stuns was one stun what a big stun it would bo, ef you breathering was one brutberwhat a big brother you'd bo, and if my big brother should fling that big stun into the canawl, what agrcai bigsplash that would make for I'm an orful sinner, the chiof among ten thousand, and the one rltogothcr lnvly. "I shall prove the book laming aint of no use, breathering, that ritin sermons and gettin a celery for em as a sin tbatdesorves indemnification for I'm an orful sinner, the chiof among ten thousand, and the ono altogether luvly." 1 ne to aa . Death seems to attach itself in some form near or rumote to tho Whito House, nt Washington. Jackson enterodjit a few weeks afer tho decease of a beloved wife. Harrison and Taylor themselves diod in it. Tyler became a widower after he rcachod it Polk left it only to return home and die. Fillmore buried his wife anddaughter Boon after his term expired. liorce had his only son and child snatched from hin a short time before entering his duties as Chiof Magistrate and now Mr. Bucbauau mourus a beloved nephew who was callod away in the prime of his early manhood. Verily, tho grim monster Jis "no respect of porsons." Lancaster Intelligencer. "I Have Tried to do my Dütt." History records no "last words" of L eper import than these, which fell from the lip of the lamented General Taylor. Thevconvev ulesMon which all mav profit by, under all circumstances and at overy period of lite. Thoy furnish an aim worthy tho ambition of the highest as Melius the lowest, the richest as well as the poorest, and a stand ard ot excellence to whioh all may attain; for it is a standard which accommodates itself alike to the capacity of the most ignorant and the most high gifted. An old maidon aunt consults her giddy young nieces on tho subject of selecting a mal alter thiswise: Never marry a mai uutill you have soon him oat. Let the caudidato for your hand pass through tho ordeal of soft boiled eggs. If no can oat thorn and leave the tablo spread, the napkin and his shirt unspotted take him. Try him next on spare rib Jf ho accomplishes this without putting out one of bis own eyes, or pitching the hones into your lap. name the wedding day at once, he will do to tie to asMr It is an old remark and none the worse fur that. tbttt we do aot understand the value of our blessings until we are deprived of thorn -

WHIM NUMBER 1275.

1 1 1 u JJ'- ",I1LJILI1 The AtlaBtir Teicfftph. In afV months, the hop Is Indulged that this grand enterprise wtU be ooaoptetedi that the slender cable will stretch from Europe to America; and s laosssg flash in an instant orer that iairnenae pace which it can so traverse only by the incessant ploughing of the steam ships for ten long days and gs many night. For the purposes of peace, England and the UnMed Stats will be almost side by Bide; while fer purpowe of war, they will he as far apart as be fore. Should a h oat da newt erwr ahf aia leave ens shore for the ether, ere iu arrival, hundreds of peaceful ex plans tions, argaments, aod negotiations, may be transmitted to sad fre through the ocean-bed beneath it, and in all prob bihiy it would reach its destination ool 7 to find that its serf ices were net req red. The prompt and swift conveyance of diplomatic notes, directly from head quarters, will put an end to many of the occasions of hostility aow so often ari ing through the mrrandemandingi andmiatekee of government agents, aad the long drlsys during whioh alight miteonoeptionsgrow into serious disputes and alternations, Moreover, ne one can yet ooncieve the number and importance of the change in commercial affairs this new agency will accomplish. Its use will be essential to all importers and exporters; tbs transaction ol busiaesa will be greatly facilitated; aud the twe countries will be bound together by closet, stronger, and snore namerous bonds. It was a noble sentiment of the New British mister, at Washington, Lord Napier, that be winhed lor no other "entangling allian on" between hie own country and oars, than lay in this slender but mighty cable. All things considered, we have a reasonable aauranee that nothing can hereafter sunder these bonds; aad that the first Atlantie Telegrspb marks the era of unbroken peaee between a and tht Bother country. Let tbs first lightning message that the New World end to the Old be, ' Glory to God in the high est! On earth peace, good will to Tarda men." It is a oheering thought that this great work, though purely secular in its origin and design, is destined to serve eff ctually the plane of Him whw is "Head over all things, for the church ." Commerce calls for a million of dollars, to lay aa ocean telegraph; and the amount is readily famished by commercial men, for commercial ends. Yet no power on earth can prevent its being most of all an instiumt-nt ia His hands, for his own ends. The silver and the Gold are his; and though now they serve his purposes indirectly, like the wrath of man, the genius of inventors, and th-explorations of discoverers the time is coming when they will be as freely sod trustingly furuiahed for purely evangelizing enterprises. sr Education implies that the human race is in a state of prcrgress. bbT A well written volumo of letters of introduction, would exhibit human character vividly. or Idolatry, in all its forma, is but the abuse of a truth so deeply lodged in the heart of man that it oaanot be eradicated. fcrlii tho Roman mythology', Fortune was a goddess supposed iy her votaries to dispose of the destinies of men. SbbT The howl of the tiger, and the roar of the lion, and the hiss of the serpent, are a protest against the is -limed dominion of man. Star The man who was so forgetful that he forgot his honest debts, we learn, has had his memory jogged by a "Justice of the Peace." Sbb- A thief broke out of jail the other day in Aberdeen, bnt being etyturod, told the policeman that be might have scaped, but he had ten scicntious scruples about traveling on n Sunday. a eo sUbbTA distinguished philologist say a that although many modern cyoioe continually assert that the world is given up iu these days to the worship of money, he has discovered that owing to tho peculiar formation of the words, "gold" can never be synonymous with "god" until you knock 1 out of it. L tST Jones, (who thinks that Smith has been a little too free with bis wile,) "Mr. Smith, I wink. t speak you privately. Permit me to take you apart a few momenta." Smith, (who isn't tne laust t right onod, "Certainly, sir, if you will promise to put me together again." aar A little urchin, some two or three years old, being a little distance from tne house, was startled sudden ly by a clap of thunder. He was much frightened, and made rapid tracks fbr the house. But as the shed was the nearest shelter, he entered it, and caseting n defiant look on the clouds, exclaimed. "Thunder away; I'm under the shed!" Deaalttoee frr a New Swheel 1 .lohn, what' i a bakery? "A place where they hake, e4rX What s a breweryf ' "A place where they brew." -What's a gallery? Ti hi a place where there are gals." Te Make aas Uta rgrwaei Srse Ceaat If you have an Evergreen, or Norway Spruce, Balsam Fir. American I Spruce, or any of the pines, and de sire te make tt grow more compact, jnst pineh ont the bud from every leading branch. Repeat this proosss aEhin next year, at this time, and your vergreen will continue thereat Vr to grow thickly,

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