Locomotive, Volume 34, Number 1, Indianapolis, Marion County, 25 August 1855 — Page 1

JOHN R. ELDER, Editor.

"The Chariots shall rage in the streets, they shall seem like torches, they shall ron like the lightnings." .Vuium,u, 4. ELDER & HARXNESS. Publishers.

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HAIL lKOAl IIOIM',, , Corner of East and Washington street, 1)aya tlie IkiUcst market price for AVhrat Outs, Corn, and all kinds of Produce. I huve put up a pair of Fairbanks Patent Hay or Cultlo Scnles, which nre as true us uny scales in tlio County, where I run weili Hay or Corn. Also, I keep on bund all kinds of family Groceries, which 1 will soil us low as any New York or Boston store in the Citv, or any Yankee house, ; aulO-tf j 1 JOHN "WALLACE. fW I!3 P1IIj, Just received and for sale, a large ansortJfa merit of Zinc l'iping of allsizos, suitable for Chain Pump Vull and Cistern Pumps, &c. atNo. 2J West Washincton st. sep 10 BANK OF T1IK CAPITOL Interest paid on money deposited lor a specified time. Bills of Exchange, Coin and Uncurrunt Money dealt in generally. jani0-lf JOHN WOOLLEY, Cashier. VENETIAN. BLINDS, . MADE AND REPAIRED, Second door North of Plaining mill, on Alabama st. , ' J. BARK. nov25-3m . . Stoves l'lowi) ftc, Ac, TTJST received, a large and general assortment of Cooking f and Pulor Stoves, which are iinsu rjmssed by any in the market. Among our Cook Slovcs may be found Pacific, Triumph, Buckeye .State, Buy State , Empire State, Hoosier State, Queen City, Prize Premium, Ohio Premium, Oregon, California, Pheonix, and Ctovcland AirTiglit; ulso, a great variety of Parlor Stoves andCotil Grates; also, a general assortment of Steel Plows, kept constantly for sale, warranted of the best quality. Tin-Ware constantly kept on band, wholesale and retail. All kinds of Tin, Copper, and Sheet iron work done to order. Those wanting anything in our line, will do well to give us a cull before purchasing el-tewhere, at the sign of the Gilt Ball, south side of Washington street, near the Masonic Hall. octl-y K. L. & A. W. McOUAT. LAFAYI2T X K V I MH A 1 A IOI, IS UAILKOAD itero.;msmmmm 1355. TIME CHANGED! ON nnd after April 23d, 1355, trains on this roud will run as follows: MAIL TRAIN. . Leave Indianapolis at 12 M, .Arrive in Indianapolis at 8 A. M. , " " Lafayette at 3 P. M . EXPRESS TRAIN. - , - ' l Leave Indianapolis at 6 A. M. r . A rrive in Lafayette at 9 A. M. . Indianapolis at 3:30 H, M. ' FREIGHT TRAIN. i ' . Leave Indianapolis at 6:20 A.M. For through tickets, apply ultho Union Passenger Station, in Indianapolis. apr2H W. DURBIN, Sup't. S. C. MOKGAX, MERCHANT TAILOR successor to Smith & Morgan has just received a splendid assortment of Spring and Summer Cloths, Cassimcres, Vestings, 4je., of the latest styles. Also, a flue assortment of Ready-Made Clothing, suited to tho season; and also an excellent assortment of Gents' Furnishing Goods, to which he invites a tt on tion, and which will bo disposed of nt prices to suit. Garments made to order as heretofore. N. it. Those indebted to the late firm of Smith & Morgan, will please call and make immediate settlement, as we are desirous of closing the books us soon as possible. April 7, 1855-1 y SUMMER ARRANGEMENT. 1855. JLVJ FOR THE EAST! Indianapolis, Pittsburgh, nnd Cleveland KSailroa.d SHORTEST, Cheapest, und quickest route to Bellefontalno, Columbus, Pittsburgh, Philadelphia, Baltimore, Cleveland, Dunki rk, Buffalo, A Ibany, New York, and Boston . Also, Dayton and Eastern Ohio. No change of cars between Indianapolis and Crej-Uinc! Three trains leave Indianapolis daily, (Sundays excepted.) I. CO A. M . Express After arrival of 10 A . M. Train from St. Louis, connecting at Crestline at 13 M. with Lightning Ex5rcss on Pittsburgh and Cleveland Railroads. Also, with mke Shore Road for Dunkirk, Buffalo, Niagara Falls, New York, and Boston. Passengers by this Train may take Boats on the Lakes at Cleveland. 7.30 A. M. Day Express Connecttngat Crestline at 4. 58 P. M. with trains for Pittsburgh, Philadelphia, and Baltimore, and at Cleveland at 8.00 P. M ., with Lake Shore Railroad, and Steamer for Buffalo, Dunkirk, Niagara Falls, New York, and Boston. This is the only morning Train from Indianapolis by daylight that makes direct connections with Cleveland, Pittsburgh, and Lake Steamers. 3.30 P.M. M ah Arrives at Crestline at 2.28, making same connections as above, except Boat connection at Cleveland. Travelers, be sure and get tickets by Indianapolis, Pittsburgh, and Cleveland route. Passengers procure Tickets at the Union Depot, Indianapolis -at Lafayette, and at principal Railroad Ticket Offices. P. S. This Company have made arrangements with the several Railroad Companies for connecting through Freights from Cleveland , New York, Pittsburgh, and Philadelphia. .. JPFFor general information in rega d to Freight, apply to JaMES HOOKER, General Freight Agent. TTpUnited States Mail and United States Express on this route. Also, our Company's Telegraph Lino. , S. A. FLETCHER, Jr., 6upH.; ' - Indianapolis, 1854. " , oct29tf , C! 1 1 A 3i i E OF TIME. INDIANA CENTRAL AN D DAYTON AND WESTERN R. R Three trains daily, (Sundays ex- sa ts-ii rFEsmsP31 tented. WSyiS?23tfa First Train Lightning Express. Leaves Indianapolis at 2.30 A. M.; arrives at Richmond at 5.30, and at Cincinnati at ft. 30 A.M.; arrives at Dayton at 7X0 A. M., connecting directly with trains for CoWinibus, Zanesville, Wheeling, Baltimore, Washington City, Philadelphia, New York, Boston, die.; arrivinp in New York 15 hours in advance of any othur route from Indianapolis. At Dayton, also connects with trains directly for Sprinsrfleld, Urbana, Bellefontaiue, Forest, Clyde, Cleveland, Buffalo, Sandusky, Detroit, Fort Wayne, Troy, Piqua, &c., &c. " Second Train leaves at 7.30 A.M.; arrives at Richmond nt 10 St A.M.; atCincinnati atl.30P.M.; connects at Dayton at 12 M. with all trains for Columbus, Zanesville, Wheeling and all points east and north-east. Third train leaves at 3.30 P. M connects at Richmond at 0.30 with trains for Cincinnati, arriving at 9 P. M.; arrives at Columbus at 10.30 P. M., connecting directly with trains for Znnesville, Wheeling, Bnltimore, Washington City, New York and Boston, and also with trains for Cleveland, Buffalo, Pittsburgh and Philadelphia. Passengers, take notice 1 This is the only route by which you can leave Indianapolis in the afternoon, and reach Columbus, Newark, Zanesville and Wheeling the same evening. The only route having any connections at Dayton, either uiorningor evening. Passengers by this route go through to Cincinnati as quick as by any other. Columbus and Pittsburg Baggage checked through. Philadelphia Baggage re-checked at Pittsburgh. The only morning Train from Indianapolis to Bay ton, or Columbus via Davton. 'JAMES M. SMITH, Superintendant, jan7 Ind. Cent. & Dayton & Western K. R. .

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. JtarTha following parody lins been in our office for two weeks, and was in type for last Saturday's paper, but crowded out by other matters. Wo suppose a copy was furnished by tho writer to the Journal, at tho sumo timo it was sent lo us, as it appeared in that paper of last Saturday. For the Locomotive. LINES A PARODY. Now mournful tolls tlie knell of parting gin, 1 The liuur trallic sinks to obscurity, . , , The votary joyless plods tlie streets witli-in, And mourn 8 with rueful phiz liin hapless dcNtiny. - Now fades the wine cup on tlie afflicted ni(;lit, And stillness reigns where hih the revel rose, Save where round each forsukcu shrine at ni);lit, . Tho thirsty wights conveno to tell their woes. Suvo thnt, nnon some wi(;lit to fraud disposed, Is nulibed, that still forbidden trade will play, And 'midst fta-at noise is lined, or snl'o enclosed , In duraneo, till his sin is purged away. Save when some mim thnt ill can 'bide the law, . Unwary hies from secret banquet vile, Whose sportful yoiix), loud raised, doth quickly draw The vengeful "stars" who wrathful on him pile. . , In von tall dome with entrance gilt nnd fair, Which high its top 'hove all the rest doth rear, A gleeful host but lately did repair, That now approach with sad regretful tear. The merry jingling glasses on tho board, Tho fragrant breath of mint and odors rare, ; Or plensunt found of mingled beverago poured, Delight nut now tlie voluptuous senses there. , For them no moro the julips rich shall flow, Or iced bovcrnge soft, dispel their care, : No foaming ale-pot greet whose 'luring glow, Might tempt a saint its luseious sweets to share. Oft did that pot its sparkling contonts yield, Their dusty throats that wine hath often cleared; How jocund did each one his goblet wield, How tho rich wiuo before them disappeared. 1 Let not tho witty o'er their woes exult, Their faded joys, their late delightful days, Nor beauty smile that knows not tho result, When from his cup some bar the tipler stays. Tho wildost revelry, earths Bwoetost joys And sagest niirtli, and pleasures most discreet, Await alike the hour which eaeli destroys There is a bitter 'tends on every sweet. Nor you yo water-wights rejoice o'er fallen foes, Siuco lalo of peace and customed joys bereft, Whose drooping eyes proclaim their voiceless woes Whom parted wine all comfortloss hatli left. Can special Congress, or the Supremo Court, : Back to tho famished call the Meeting wine ? Can piteous voico the cruel canon thwart, Or waitings curb the vengeful laws design? Perhaps by this remorseless blow, is fished ' From the deep buried past some woo that kills, . Some jolly host by this act may be dished, Some wight that dies if gin no longer tills. . . "The Tiplcr's Doom" in their eyes, its model page Ifatr with Us pruceilents lonncTno delight; . Stem appotite each feeling did engage, , . And moved to wildest glee each blinded wight. ' Full many a pauneli of portliest bulk divine, For lack of ale its 'pondornnee must abate: Full many a phiz must palo that erst did shine, Thus beauty meets an undeserved fate. Some city Alderman, whose swollen paunch . A many a seething pot of beer withstood; Some genius robbed of wino to woe may launch, , Some Doesticks, guiltless of his country's good. Tho anticipated spree, the jovial days, 1 Yet only bright in fickle fancy's gleam, To lead one joyous dance 'midst pleasure's maze, With liquids fraught to know but one sweet dream, Their fate denied : nor tho law takes alone Their social glass, but e'en tho quart denies ; Forbade to pour the lcthe solaco down, That shuts to woo, to gladness opes their eyes. Far to tho sober crowds, uprorious strifo Their gleeful thoughts they never trained to stray Along the brightest, tloweriest path of life. They kept tlie staggering purport of their way. Yet now, themselves from misery to protect, Each ono his paunch with lawful drinks doth crave, And each drooped eye with meek submission decked, Implores the simple luxury of a draw. For who, to dark oblivion, hath thus soon .. His bright Catawba, or his Alo resigned? Left the gay precincts of the light saloon, Nor felt how great the power that there doth bind. On some last drinks the reforming man relies ; Some farewell drops the closing lips require; Thus see how in a man strong habit cries, Even in our dust exists each frail desire. For thee, who feeling for the much distressed, Host in these linos their heavy woes relate. If some remorseful, sympathetic breast, Would feel relief to know thy sorry fate. I care not, if some friendly wight should say, "Oft havo I seen him at the early morn, With hasty footsteps up the pavement stray, To drain his Ale-pot ere the breakfast horn. There, at tho board of yon fantastic dome, That towers its gilded sculptured front so high, In merry mood, convivial would ho come, Or bent with Hoosier plague, with many a shake draw nigh. ' Oft-times a glass in friendly groups he drained; Ale did he drink each day, and hale ho grew: Yet, cer from wine his appetite restrained, Save when ho sought the ague to subdue. One morn, I missed him from the accustomed way Along tlie street, and near his favorite hall Many passed by that quick again did stray, But came not he ; I saw him not at all. The next, in woeful mood he sad reclines, And sips yon spring with tall trees shadowed o'er ; Draw near and read (if thou canst read) his lines Carved in the bark of yon smooth Sycamore." THE LINES ON THE TREE. Henceforth no hot and poisoned drinks for me, Nor noisy nights, nor wild unhappy days ; I'll make a virtue of necessity, ' And gladly change from vile to virtuous ways. Peace to my stricken brethren in distress, ; Who loud exclaim 'gainst those this dearth have made; .. . Be wise, ye wights, and bear your wretchedness, And cholor too it boots not to upbraid. Hero, at my feet, this cooling water springs . That tempts my lip be this my wholesome drink : 'Tis cheapj my pocket thrives, and health it brings; , It poisons not the mind nor lures to ruin's brink. : T. From Harpers' Magazine for August. THE THIRD BOWL. "Draw your chair close up. Put your feet on those skins. : You will find them soft and warm. Light another pipe and fill your glass, Philip. It is a bitter night. My bones shudder when I hear the wind wail over the house and through the oak-tree. Capital punch, that! John has i knack at the article that I have rarely seen equal ed never surpassed. He is a prince of serv ants, is John, if he is black. I have had him witlf me now let me see, it must be thirty

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years, at least it is thirty-two years next Christmas week, and I have never quarreled with him, and he has never quarreled with mc. A rare history for master and man. I think it is bocause we love each other's weaknesses, and here he'eomes. . "John, another bowl of the punch, if you please. What, not another ! ' Certainly man, I must have it. This is only the second, and Phillip, yonder, has drank half, of course. Not drank any ! You don't mean to say that he has been drinking nothing but that vile claret all the blessed evening? Philip, you dog, I thought you knew my house-rules better than that. But you always would have your own way. "One more bowl, John but one. It shall be the last; and, John, get the old Maraschino, one of the thick, black bottles with the small necks, and open it gently! But you know how, old fellow, and just do your best to make us comfortable. , ' ' "How the wind howls 1 Philip, my boy, I am seventy-three years old, and seven days over. My birth-day was a week ago to-day. , "An old bachelor I Yen, verily. , One of the oldest kind. But what is age? What is the paltry sura of seventy years? Do you think I am any older in my soul than I was half a century ago? Do you think, because my heart beats slower, that my mind thinks more slowly, my feelings spring up less freely, my hopes are less buoyant, less cheerful, if they look forward only weeks instead of years? . I tell you,' boy, that seventy years are a day in the sweep of memory; and once joung forever young, is the motto of an immortal soul. I know I am what men call old, I know my cheeks are wrinkled like ancient parchment, and my lips are thin, and my head gray even to silver. ' But in my soul I feel that I am young, and I shall be young till the earthly ceases and the unearthly and eternal begins. "I have not grown one day older than I was at thirty-two. I have never advanced a day since then. All my life long since that has been one day ono short day; no night, no rest, no succession of hours, events, or thoughts has marked any advance. , "Philip, I have been living forty years by tho light of one memory by the side of one grave. "John, set the bowl down on the hearth. You may g3. You need not sit up for me. Philip and 1 will see each other to our rooms to-night, John. Go, old fellow, and sleep soundly. . "Phil, she was the purest angel that flesh ever imprisoned, the most beautiful child of Eve. I can see her now. Her eyes raying the light of heaven her brow, white, calm, ml holy hei lius wreathed with V.'.c lessmg of her smilo. She was as graceful as a form seen in dreams, and she moved through the scenes around her as you have seen tho angelic visitors of your slumber move through crowded assemblies, without effort, apparently with some superhuman aid. "The child of wealth, she was fitted to. adorn the splendid house in which she was born and grew to womanhood. It was a grand old place, built in the midst of a growth of oaks that might have been there when Columbus discovered America, and seemed likely to stand a century longer.' They are standing yet, and the wind to-night makes a wild lament through their branches that sounds mournfully above her grave. . "I must pause to recall the scenery of the old familiar spot. There was a stream of water that dashed down the rocks a hundred yards from the house, and which kept always full and fresh, an acre of pond, over which hung willows, and maples and other trees, while on the surface the white blossom of the lotus nodded lazily on the ripples with Egyptian sleepiness and languor. "The old house was built of dark stone,' and had a massive appearance, not relieved by the sombre shade in which it stood. The. sunshine seldom penetrated to the ground in the summer months, except in one spot, just in front of the library windows, where it used to lio and sleep in the grass, as if it loved the old place. And if sunshine loved it, why should not I? "General Lewis was one of the pleasant, oldfashioned men, now quite gone out of memory, as well as out of existence. He loved his horses, his dogs, his place, and his punch. He loved his nephew Tom, wild, uncouth, rough cub as he was; but above horses, dogs or house, or all together, he loved his daughter Sarah, and I loved her too. "Yes, you may look at me as you will, Phil Phillips, I loved Sarah Lewis, and, by all the gods, I love her now as I loved ber then, and as I shall love her if I meet her again where she has gone. "Call it folly, call it boyish, call it an old man's whim, an old man's second childhood, 1 care not by what name you call it; it is enough that tonight the image of that young girl stands before me splendidly beautiful in all the holiness of her young glad lite, and 1 could bow down on my knees and worship her now again. "Why did I say again? For forty years I have not ceased to worship her. If I kneel to pray in the morning, she passes between me and God. ' If I would read the prayers at evening twilight, she looks up at me from the page. If I would worship on a Sabbath morning in the church, she looks down on me from some unfathomable distance, some unapproachableheight, and I pray to her as if she were my hope, my heaven, my all. "Sometimes in the winter nights I feel a coldness stealing over me, and icy fingers are feeling about my heart, as if to grasp and still it. I lie calmly, quietly, and I think my hour is at hand;' and through the gloom, and through the mists and films that gather over my vision, I see her afar off, still the same angel in the distant heaven, and I reach out my arms to her, and I cry alound on God to let me go find her, and on her to come to me, and then thick darkness setties on me. "The doctor calls this appoplexy, and says I shall some day die in a fit of it. What do doctors know of the tremendous influences that are working on our souls? He, in his scientific stupidity, calls it a disease, and warns me against wine and high living; as if I did not understand

what it is, and why my vision at such times readies so very fur into the deep unknown. "J have spoken of Tom Lewis, ber cousin. Rumor said he was the old man's heir in equal proportion with the daughter; for he had been brought up in the family, and had always been treated as a son. He was a good fellow if he was rough, for he had the goodness that all who came within her influence must have. "I have seen her look the devil out of him often. I remember once when the horses had behaved in a way not to suit him, and he had let an oath or two escape his lips preparatory to putting on the whip. , We were riding together dow n the avenue, and he raised the lash. At the moment he caught her eye. She was walking up from tho lodge, where she had been to see a sick child. , She saw the raised whip, and her eye caught his. He did not strike. The horses escaped for that lime. He drove them quietly

through the gate, and three miles and back without a word of anger. "Did I tell you I was her cousin also? On her mother's side. Not on tho General's. We lived not far off, and I lived much of my time at his house. Tom and myself had been inseparable, and we did not conceal our rivalry from each other. .. ; "Tom,1 said I, one morning, 'why can't you be content with half tho General's fortune, and let me have the other half?' . ' Bah !' Jerry,' said lie, 'as if that would bo any more even, when you want Sarah with it. In Heaven's name, take the half of the money, if .that's all you want.' " 'Can't we fix it so as to make an equal division, Tom ? Take all the fortune, and let me have her, and I'll call it square.' " 'Just what I was going to propose to you. Be reasonable now, Jerry, and get out of the way. You must see she doesn't care a copper for you.' 1 twirled a rosebud in my finffers that, she had given me that morning, and replied: " '1'oor devil I I did not think you could be so infatuated. Why, Tom, there is no. chance for you under the sun. . But go ahead; find it out as you will. I'm sorry for you.' "A hundred such pleasant talks wo used to have, and she never gave either of us one par ticle more of encouragement than the other. She was like a sister to us both, and neither dared break the spell of our perfect happiness by ask ing her to be more. ' ."And so time passed on. ' "One summer afternoon we were off together on horseback, all three of us, over the mountain and down the valley. We were returning loward euvisew bHunioving nlong tin. iwhJ, -J.r the side of the hill. "" "Philip, stir the (ire a little. That bowl of punch is getting cold, it seems to me, and I am a little chilly myself. Perhaps it is the recollection of that day that chills me. ' ' "I had made up my mind, if opportunity occurred, to tell her that day all that I had thought for years. , I had determined to know, once for all, if she would love me or no. ' "If not, I would go I cared not where; the world was broad enough, and it should be to some place where I should never see her face again, never hear her voice again, never bow down and worship her magnificent beauty again. I would go to Russia and offer myself to the Czar, or. to Syria and fight with Napoleon, or to Kgypt and serve with the men of Murad Bey All my notions were military, I remember, and all my ideas were of war and death on the field. "I rode by her side, and looked up at her oc casionally, and thought she was looking splendidly. I had never seen her more so. Every attitude was grace, every look was life and spirit. ' "Tom clung close to her.1 One would have thought he was watching the very opportunity I was after myself. Now he rode a few paces forward, and as I was catcliing my breath to say 'Sarah,' he would rein up and fall back to his place, and I would make some fiat remark that made me seem like a fool to myself, if not to her. ' 'What's the matter with you, Jerry?' said she, at length. '." " 'Jerry's in love,' said Tom. ' ''! "I could have thrashed him on the spot. " 'In love ! Jerry in love 1' and she turned her large brown eyes toward me. "In vain I sought to fathom them, and arrive at some conclusion whether or no the subject interested her with special force. "The eyes remained fixed till I blundered out the old saw, 'Tom judges others by himself.' "Then the eyes turned to Tom, and he pleaded guilty by his awkward looks, and half-blushes, and averted eyes, and forced laugh. "By Heaven ! thought I, what would I not give for Tom s awkwardness now ! The scoun drel is winning his way by it. " 'Jerry, is Tom in love?' "The naivete of the question, the correctness of it, the very simplicity of the thing was irre sistible, and I could not repress a smile that grew into a broad laugh. "lom joined m it, and we made the woods ring with our merriment. " 'I say, Tom, isn't that your whip lying back yonder in the road?' .. ' . " 'Confound it yes; the cord has broken from my wrist;' and he rode back for it. ' " 'Jerry, who does Tom lov?' saidshe, quickly, turning to me. .'17 "'You,' said I, bluntly. , . . ; " 'Why, of course; but who is he inlove with, I mean?' "It was a curious way to get at it. Could I be lustified; It was not askmsr what 1 had in tended, but it was getting at it in another way, and just as well, perhaps. It was, at all events, asking Tom's question for him, and it saved me the embarrassment of putting it as my own. I determined this in an instant. : i " 'Sarah, could you love Tom well enough to marry him ?' . , , " 'I, Jerry; what do you mean?' . " 'Suppose Tom wants you to be his wife, will you marry him? " 'I don't know I can't tell I never thought of such a thing. You don't think he has any such idea,' do you?'

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"That was my answer. It was enougli as far as it went, but I was no better off than before. She did not love Tom, or she would never have answered thus. But did she love me? Would sho marry me? Wouldn't eho receive the idea in just the same way? "I looked back. Tom was on the ground, had picked up his whip, and had one foot in the stirrup, ready to mount again. I gulped down my heart that was up in my throat and spoke out: " 'Sarah, will you marry me?' "Philip, she turned her eyes again toward me 4.hose large brown eyes, those holy eyes and blessed ntt with their unutterably glorious gaze. To my dying hour 1 shall not forgot that gaze; all eternity it will remain in my soul. She looked at me one look; and whether it was pity, sorrow, surprise, or love, I cannot tell you, that filled them and overflowed toward me from out their immeasurable depths; but, Philip, it was the hist light of those eyes I ever saw the last, the last. "Is there anything left jn that bowl? Thank you. Just a glassful. You will not take any? Then, by your leave, I will finish it. My story ' is nearly ended, and I will not keep you up much longer. "We had not noticed, so absorbed had we been in our pleasant talk, that a black cloud had risen in the west and obscured the sun, and covered the entire sky; and even tho sultry air had not called our attention to the coming thunderstorm. "As she looked at me, even as she fixed her eyes on mine, a flash, blinding and fierce, fell on the top of a pine-tree by the roadside not fifty yards from us, and the crash of the thunder shook the foundations of the hills. "For a moment all was dazzling, burning, blazing light; then sight was gone, and a momentary darkness settled on our eyes. The horses crouched to the' ground in terror, and Sarah bowed her head as if in tho presence of God. , . "All this was the work of an instant, and tho . next Tom's horse sprang by us on a furious gallop, dragging Tom by the stirrup. He had been in the act of mounting when the flash came, nnd . his horse swerved and jumped so that his foot caught, and he was dragged with his head on the ground. , ' "There was a point in the road, about fifty yards ahead, where it divided into two. The one was the carriage track, which wound down tho mountain by easy descents; the other was a footpath, which was a short, precipitous cut to a point on the carriage-road nearly a quarter of a "Calling to Sarah to keep back and wait, I drove the spurs into my horse and went down the steep path. Looking back, I saw her following, her horse making tremendous speed. She kept the carriage-road, following on after Tom, and I pressed on, thinking to intercept his horse below. 1 - "My pace was terrible. I could hear them thundering down the track above. I looked up and caught sight of them through the trees. 1 looked down and saw a gully before me full eighteen feet wide, and as many deep. "A great horse was that black horse Ctesar. and he took the gully at a flying leap that landed us far over it, and a moment later I was at the . point where the roads again met, but only in time to see the other two horses go by at a furious pace, Sarah's abreast of the gray, and she reaching her hand out bravely trying to grasp the flying rein as her horse went leap for leap with him. To ride close behind them was worse than useless in such a case, It would but serve to increase their speed; so I fell back a dozen rods and followed, watching the end. "At the foot of the mountain the river ran broad and deep, spanned by the bridge at the narrowest point. To reach the bridge, the road , took a short turn up stream, directly on the bank, "On swept the gray and the black horse, side by side, down the hillside, not fifty leaps along the level ground, and then came the turn. "She was on the off-side. At the sharp turn she pressed ahead a half length and reined her horse across the gray's shoulder, if possible, to turn him up toward the bridge. "It was all over in an instant. The gray was the heavier horse. He pressed her close; tho black horse yielded, gave way toward the fence, stumbled, and the fence, a light rail one, broke with a crash, and they went over, all together into the deep black stream. , "Still, still the sound of that crash, and plunge is in my ears. Still I can sec them go headlong down th At bank together into the black water ! "I never knew exactly what I did then. , When I was conscious, I found myself swimming around in a circle, diving occasionally to find them but in vain. The gray horse swam ashore and stood on the bank by my black, with distended nostrils and trembling limbs, shaking from head to foot with terror. The other black horse was floating down the surface of the stream, drowned. His mistress was nowhere visible, and Tom was gone also. , "I found her at last. . ' . "Yes, she was dead ! "Restore her? No. A glance at her face . showed how vain all such hope was. Never was human face so angelic. She was already one of the saintly one of the immortals and the beauty and glory of her new life had left some faint likeness of itself on . her dead form and face. : r, ! ' "Philip, I said I had never grown a day older since that time. You know now why. I have never lost the blessing of those eyes as they looked on me in the forest on the mountain road. I have never left her, never grown away from her. If, in the resurrection, we are to resume the bodies most exactly fitted to represent our whole lives; if, as I have Bomctimes thought, we shall rise in the forms we wore when some great event stamped our souls forever, then I am certain that I shall awake in form and feature as I was that day, and no record will remain of an hour of my life after her burial. vWe buried her yi the old vault close by the house, among the solemn oaks. Beautiful, an--gcl-like to the very last.