Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 3, Number 4, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 27 July 1872 — Page 6

A GIRL'S LIFE.

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In Six Chapters.

CHAPTER I.—BABYHOOD.

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The dearest of dinples, the tiniest face, With a baby's bewitching, inscrutable grace. Can we fancy Just how she will go the whole pace

When her wee head has known seventeen Summers? For now she's a laugh and a kiss aou a smile, Looking up to mamma with shy glarce all the while A coquette in her cradle, shell sweetly begun®

With a childish flirtation all comers.

CHAPTER n.—GIRLHOOD.

A girl—sweeter far for the shy little look, An she^bends o'er a no^l or some lesson-

At some ni'ce little boyt 'tis her earliest "fluke" In a game that will end in her winning. Though cynical Byron might sneer at a girl Who enjovs bread and butter, the tiniest curl

Who On her head can set young thoughts in amorous whirl,

And the loves of a life are beginning.

CHAPTER III.—MAIDENHOOD.

Grown older, she grows also sweet and serene There's a halo of love around pretty nineteen. And she rules o'er the court, an imperious queen,

Whose commands are so pleasant to follow. ^Fair lady, I counsel you, bring down your bird "While he sighs for a smile, while he hangs on a word,

For a man's heart, as, doubtless, you often have heart!, Is terribly vacant and hollow.

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CHAPTER IV.—MATROSHOOD.

You're married—now throw off the flimsy disguise, He'll look on you now with for different eyes, And you'll feign the politest, serenest surprise

If he ever expects -wifely duty. What's the use of a husband but this, so you'll say: Just to bear all your whims, and to grin, and to pay lie's a bore, too, sometimes, when-he stops in the way

Of a victory won by our beauty. *1

CHAPTER V.—MOTHERHOOD.

/You've children? Ah, well! keep them safely up stairs, Let them play with the nursery table and chairs They're a source of annoyance and Infinite cares

If once you begin any nursing 'sits to make and receive,

You'7e too many vlsl

And you've too many pleasures from morning till eve, And you've too many balls, where you'll dunce to deceive.

In apart that needs little rehearsing.

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CHAPTER VI.—TIIK END. v.'l

Is the tale well-nigh told? Has the end coine at last, When the pleasures and Bins of your life are all past, And a something Is creeping your heart round so fast

That you gasp for a breath? With stern face he Comes who will strip off the tinsel andgold, And your heart will cease beating—your face will grow cold, And the sod and the daisies upon you be rolled,

And I sigh—1"Requieseat in paceS'

Entombed Alive.

Monsieur," said Dame Lepas, "the Emperor sent some Spanish or other

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of war to this place, and I to take in, at the expense of the government, a young Spaniard, who came here on parole. Notwithstanding his parole, ne went every day to report himself to tho sous pre/et. He was a grandeo of Spain—excuse me a moment—his name ended in oz and dia it was yery like Bagos de Feredia. I have it down in my register, and you can see it if you llko. Ah I he was a handsome young man for a Spaniard they say they are all plain-looking. Ho was only live feet two or three inches in hight, but ho was well made he had small hands, and he took great care of thom—ah! you should have seon. IIo had as many brushes for his hands as a woman has for her whole toilet. He had long black hair, and his oyes were as bright as fire his skin was slightly copper-colored, but I admired hiin all the same. The linen he wore was tho llnest linen I have oyer seon on any one. After the first few days of his detention he began to bo later out of nights. I was uneasy 'when I saw that he did not coma home until mid-night but wo got accustomod to his whim. Ho took tho doorkey with him. and we paid no more attention to him. He was lodging With us In the house we had theu iu tho Hue des Casernes. Then ono of the

told us that ono evening, when wont to wash the horses in the river, ho thought ho saw our Spanish grandee Bwimmihg at a distant fust like a fish. When he returned, I told him to take care of the woeds, rand he didn't seem to like the idea ot having boen seen in the water. Finally, monsieur, ono day—or rather, one morning—wo did not find him in his chamber he did not como back at all. I searched every where, and found something written on a pioce of paper in his table drawer, in which there was also fifty goldeu Spanish coins, called rortagucs, worth about five thousand francs. There wero besido some diamonds, of tho value of ton thousand francs, In a little sealed box. The writing was to the effect that in case ho should not return !he left his money and diamonds for masses to» thank God for his escape, ttnd to pray for his safety.

At that time iny husband was still Alive, and ho went off to search for him —ana this is the queerest part of tho story. My husband brought back the Spaniard's clothes, which he had found under a biff stone on the bank of the river,near tne chateau and almost opposite La Grande Breteche. He had gone there so early in the morning that no one had seen him, and so, when he had read the letter, he burnt the clothes and wo declared, as Count Feredia "wished, that ho had escaped. The *o»m prifct put all the gendarmes on the alert, but thev never caught him. Lepas thought' that the Spaniard was drowned. But I, monsionr, am of a different opinion I am inclined to bolievo that ho had something to do with Madame de Merret. Rosalie has told mo that the crucifix her riU .vs.so lond of, and which h* lud,Luiiad with her, was made ot obony and sil Yer now when he first began to lfere with us M. Feredia had a crucifix of {•ebony and silver, and I have never seen it since."

My hostess talked with mo a mincite or two longer, and then left me, a •prey to vague and sombro thoughts. It took me a full month to gain Rosalie's good graces and confidence, but -when I felt that I might do so safely, I broached to her the subject of my unsleeping curiosity.

Rosalie," aaid I, coaxingly, tell me all you know about Madame de MerreU"

Oh! don't ask me that. Monsieur Horace J" ahe answered with a look of teriur.

Her countenance toll, ber bright live­

ly color ftided and her eves lost their liquid sparkle ot innocence. Still, however, I insisted. "Well," ahe said, "since you wish it, I will tell but you will keep my

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my dear child. I will keep

all your secrets with the honesty of a thief nothing can be safer than that." If it is all the same to yon," she said, "I would rather you would keep them with your own."

In the cold abridgement of tho awful story which tho girl told mo in her garrulous way.

The bedroom occupied by Madame de Merret at Labretche was on the ground floor. A little closet about four feet deep, let into the wall, served for her wardrobe. For three months before the evening the events of which I am going to relate to you, she had been Beriously indisposed, and ber husband had accordingly slept in a chamber on the first floor. By one of those accidents which it is impossible to forsee, he returned on tho evening in question two hours later than usual from the club where he frequented. His wife thought that he had come in long before and gone to bed, and that he was asleep. But the invasion of France had been the subject of an animated discussion the game of billiards had been exciting, and he had lost forty francs—an enormous sum at Vendome, where everybody lays his money by, and where the habits of the people are contained within the bounds of a praiseworthy moderation—the source, perhaps, of a real happiness undreamed of by any Parisian. For some time past M. de "Merret had contented himself with asking Rosalie if bis wife had gone to bed, and after the girl's answer which was invariable in the affirmative, he had retired at once to his chamber. But this time it had occurred to him to go into Madame de Merret's room to

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ive her an account of his ill-luck, of calling Rosalie, who was at this moment in the kitchen, looking on while cook and coachman played a difficult hand at brisque, M. de Merret set down his hand lamp upon the bottom step of the stair case, and walked by its light toward his wife's room. His step was not difficult to recognize as it echoed along the corridor. As he turned the handle he thought he heard some one close the door of the closet when, however, he entered, Madame de Merret was alone, standing before the fireplace. The husband, in his simplicity, thought at first that Rosalie was in the closet but when he looked at his wife he found in her eyes an indescribable trouble and dismay. ,,

You are very late," she said.. Her voice generally so pur6 afc'd sweet, seemed to him to be slightly altered in its tone. M. de Merret did not answer, for just at this moment Rosalie entered. This revelation struck him like a thunderbolt. He began to walk up and down the room between the windows at an uniform pace, his arms folded before him.

Have you had anything to annoy you, or areyeu unwell?" his wife asked him, timidly, while Rosalie undressed her.

He was still silent. Leave me," said Madame de Merret to her maid "I will curl my hair myself."

The expression of her husband's face told her to prepare for some misfortune, and she wished to be alone with him. When Rosalie was gone, or supposed to be gone, for she remained some instants in the corridor, M. de Merret took a seat in front of his wife and said coldly:

Madame, there is some one in your dressing closet." She looked at her husband calmly, and said with an air of simplicity:

No, monsieur." This "no"dumbfoundered M. de Merret. He did not believe it and yet never had his wife appeared to him more dignified and innocent than at this moment. Ho rose to open the closet, but Mme. de Merret took his hand, held him back, and looked at him sadly, saying to him in a tone of peculiar emotion. "Ifyou find no one, remember that, all will be over between us."

The incredible dignity of his wife's attitude created in him a profound sentiment of esteem for her, and inspired him with a sudden resolution. "Then Josephine, I will not open that door. In either case we should be separated forever. Listen to me! I kuow all the purity of your soul I know that the life you lead is religious you would not bo guilty of a deadly sin to save vour life."

At these words, Madame de Merret looked at her husband with haggard ej'es.

See, here is your crucifix," he went on. "Swear to me before God that there is no one there I will believe you—I will never open that door."

Madame de Merret took the crucifix and said I. I swear it." "Louder," said her husband, "and repeat my words: 'I swear before God that there is no one in that closet."'

She repeated the oath without a sign of disquietude. It is well," said M. de Merret coldly, and then, after a moment's silence "You have a very pretty crucifix there, which I have not seen," he said, as ho examined the crucifix.

It was of ebony, Inlaid with silver, and the work showed great artistic

I picked it up at Duvivier's he bought it of a Spanish monk, when the prisonors passed through Vendome last year." •«Oh!''said M. de Merret, hanging up the crucifix again upon its nail.

He rang the bell. Rosalie did not keep him waiting. He went hastily to meet her, took her Into tho embrasure of the window which looked out upon the garden, and said to her in alow voice. "I know thatGoronflot wants to marry you, and it is only poverty that prevents vou from settling down. You havo teld'hlm that you will not be his wife until ho has made himself a master mason. Well, go and find him, and tell him to come here with his trowel and the rest of his tools. Take care not to awaken anybody else in his house—bin fortune Bhall be more than you can wish. Whatever you do keep vour tongue quiet as you go out, otherwise

H« knit his brow Rosalie was going off, but he called her back. Stopy" be said,

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my key."

The count went to the door whiA opened on the corridor, and called loudly, "Jean!"

Jean, who was his coachman and his confidential servant, left his game of brisque, and came to him.

You most all of you go to bed," said bis master, at the same lime making a sign to come nearer.

And theii he added, in a lew tone When they are all asleep—asleep, you understand—come down stairs and let me know."

M. de Merret, who had never leet sight of his wife while be gave his orders, returned quietly to her as ahe sat before the fire, began to tell ber abeut' the game of billiards and the discussiog at the club when Rosalie came

back she found the two conversing together very amicably. M. de Merret had lately had the ceilings throughout the reception rooms on the ground floor repaired. Plaster is a rare commodity at Vendome, and its prioe is considerably increased by the necessity of conveying it from a distance ho had accordingly got in a large stock, knowing that he would always find plenty of purchasers for what remained. This circumstance suggested the plan which he now put into execution.

Goronflot is here, monsieur," said Rosalie, in a low tone. Tell him to come in," answered the count, in his natural tone.

A slight pallor came over Madame de Morret's faco when she saw the mason.

Goronflot," said the husband, "go and fetch some bricks from the coachhouse—enough to build the door of the closet. You can uso the rest of the plaster I had in to coat over the wall."

Then drawing Rosalie and the workman aside: Listen, Goronflot," he said, in a low voice, *'you will sleep here to-nigbt. To-morrow morning you shall havo a passport with which you can go to a foreign country, to a town which I will direct you to. 'I will give you six thousand francs for the journey. You will stay there ten years, If you don't like the town I choose, you can change it for another, but it must be in the same country. You will pass through r'aris, where you must wait for me. I will meet you there and execute a deed by which another six thousand will be secured to you on your return to France supposing you have fulfilled on youF

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profound secrecy with regard to that you have to do to-night. As vou, Rosalie, I will give you ten thousand francs, to be paid to you on your wedding day, provided you marry Goronflot but if you wish to marry you must be silent otherwise no portion."

Rosalie," said Madame de Merret, "come and dress my hair." Her husband walked calmly up and down, watching the door, the mason and his wife, without, however, insulting her by any sign or suspicion. Goronflot could not avoid making a noise, and Madame de Merret took advantage of the moment, when Goronflot threw down his load of bricks, and her husband was at the other end of the room, to say to Rosalie: "A thousand francs a year if you can manage to tell Goronflot to leave a crevice at the bottom."

Then she said aloud, without betraying any emotion "Go and help him." M. and Madame de Merret remained silent during the whole time Goronflot was walling up the doorway. The silence was intentional on the husband's part, for he did not wish to give his wife the opportunity of using phrases with a double meaning with the wife it was the result either of caution or of pride. When the wall had risen to halt its intended hight, the cunning mason, for a moment when his employer's back was turned, struck the tool he was using against one of the two windows which were let into the door, and broke the glass.

Madame de Merret knew that Rosalie had spoken to Goronflot. The three saw a man's face within—dark and sad, with black hair and eyes of fire. Before her husband had turned round, the poor lady had time t® signal with her lips to the man, as it to bid him hope. At four o'clock, toward daybreak—for it was in the month of September—the mason's work was finished. He remained in the house, under the eye of Jean, while M. de Merret slept in his wife's chamber. The next morning, as he rose, he said carelessly

Ah! I must go to the Mairie for the passport." ,He put on his hat, and took three steps toward the door he then changed his intention, and took the crucifix with him. His wife trembled with delight.

He is going to Duvivier," she thought. As soon as her husband had gono out Mme. de Merret rang for Rosalie, and then, in a wild voice, she cried

The pickax! the pickax and to work! I saw yesterday how Goronflot set about it we shall have time to make aa outlet and block it up again."

In an instant Rosalie brought a kind of chopper to her mistress who with inconceivable energy undertook the task of pulling down the wall. She had already displaced some of the bricks, when, just as she was gathering her strength to apply a yet more vigorous blow, she saw M. de Merret benind her. She fainted.

Place madame upon her bed," he said coldly. Forseeing what would probably happen during bis absence, he had set a trap for his wife. He had simply written to the Mairie, and sent a messenger lor Duvivier. The jeweler arrived just after order had been restored in the room,

Duvivier," asked M. de Merret, "you bought some crucifixes from the Spaniards who passed through Vendome, did you not?"

No, monsieur." Thank you, that will do," he said, darting a tiger look at bis wife.

Jean," he added, turning to his confidential servant, "you will let me have my meals in Madame de Merret's room sho is not well, and I will not leave ner until she has recovered."

The cruel husband remained twenty days with his wifo. At first, when awful sounds came from behind the barricade, and Josephine made as if she would implore for the stranger dying there, he would not allow her to utter a word, but always said

You have sworn upon the crucifix that there is no one there." *•«-,

^1 BEAUTIFUL EXTRACT. Generation after generation," says a fine writer, "have felt as we feel now, and their lives were as active as our own. They passed away like a vapor, while Nature wore the same aspect of beauty as when her Creator commanded her to be. The heavens shall be as bright over our graves as they are now around our path.

The world will have the same attraction for our offspring yet unborn that she had for ourselves, and that ahe now has for our children. Yet a little while and all will have happened. The throbbing heart will be stilled and we shall be at rest. Our funeral will wend its way, and the prayers will be said, and our friends will all return, and we shall be left behind in silence and darkness for tbe worm. And it may be for a short time we shall be spoken of, but the things of life will creep in and our name® will soon be forgotten. Days will continue to move on, and laughter and song will be beard in the room in which we died and the eye that mourned for us will be dried, and glisten with 1oy and even our children will cease to think of us, and will not remember to lisp our names. Then shall we have become, in the touching language of the peal mist, 'forgotten and out of mind.'

[Prom the Cincinnati Times and Chronicle.] GOING FOR THE DOCTOR.

BY THE "PAT CONTRIBUTOR."

Quick, go for a doctor All right, I'm going for him. I have been aching to go for the doctor for along time bo here goes.

There area great many doctors—big doctors and small doctors, old school doctors, doctors of the new school, and tho doctors without any schooling whatsoever. There are doctors of laws and there are doctors of son-in-laws ear doctors, and doctors difficult to get the ear of tooth doctors, nail doctors, and doctors who go at you tooth and nail eye doctors and I. O. U. doctors electric doctors, and doctors not of the elect, who got it mostly on tick.

Thus we have cold water doctors, and doctors who "straw" it a good deal root doctors, and doctors wbose motto is "Root hog, or die!"

Spiritual doctors, and doctors very much out of spirits magnetio doctors, and doctors who haven't magnetism iu them—or much else laying on hands doctors, and doctors who will take anything they can lay their hands on, except, perhaps their own physic.

Sweat doctors are numerous. It they don't sweat their patients, their patients sometimes make them sweat. And there are few doctors who are not compelled to sweat around a good deal to get their pay.

Among the Indian doctors aro the full-bred, half-bred, corn-bred, and doctors never bred at all—at least not bread to medicine—the latter class being far the most numerous. As a general thing, Indian doctors, as they call themselves, know nothing whatever about Indians many of them never saw one. But that is nothing strange in medicine. Men have practiced medicine all their lives without having tho slightest acquaintance with it.

Herb doctors are popularly supposed to spend a large portion of their time in meandering through the fields culling herbs. Nothing of the sort. Lots of them wouldn't know catnip from "pennyrile" if they were to see them growing. They cull their herbs at the druggist's.

There are lung doctors and doctors with very little lungs, although tolerable livers. Doctors are good livers as a general thing.

The throat doctor appears in a variety of forms not strictly recognized in medicine. The hangman is the most thorough throat doctor we have. His remedy—a structure of hemp—rarely fails to cure the most obstinate throat difficulty. Few persons have ever been heard to complain of their throat after the first application.

Bar-tenders are another variety of throat doctors whose mixtures, also, are too familiar to many people. Cold water is the safest thing for the throat as an inward application.

Pepper doctors were quite popular some years ago. They don't pepper us so much as they did, though many doctors are peppery enough.

Mustard doctors are in the armv for the most part, unless they are mustered out.

Cancer doctors are almost as numerous as cancers themselves. Every cancer doctor exhibits so many cancers he has taken out that I have sometimes wondered if they didn't take it out in cancers. I was once shown a tumor so large I asked the doctor, if space was valuable, why he didn't stick his patient away in a glass jar and let'the tumor walk around.

Movement doctors are trying hard to get up a movement, but, bless you, the old-fashioned pill doctors are years ahead of thein. They are the original movement doctors.

Corn doctors should not be over-look-ed. Some of them are very skillful in taking off a corn. A corn doctor took off acorn for mo once, and he took it off so far it was nearly a week before it got back again.

No man who hasn't horse sense has any business trying to be a horse doctor, although, he may get a diploma to doctor men. Even the constitution of a horse may be broken down by unskillful treatment, yet in selecting a physician for ourselves we occasionally forget that. The horse doctor sometimes gets more kicks than coppers, though he is one of the few privileged persons who is excused for looking a gift horse in the mouth.

The healthiest town I ever knew was out in Illinois, one Summer, when the doctors went East to attend a medical convention, neglecting to return for several months. The doctors found when they did get back that their patients had all recovered, the drugstores had bursted, nurses had opened danoing schools, thecemetry was cut up into building lots, the undertaker had gone to making fiddles, and the village hearse had been gaudily painted and sold for a circus wagon

Although I have metaphorically gono for the doctors, let nothing I have said be construed as reflecting upon them as a class. They are good-nu-mored, andean therefore take a joke, and for the most part are charitable and humane. I nave a good many friends among the doctors, yet they are the very last men I want to call on.

ANECDOTE OF A DOG. 0" A narrow log lay as abridge over a deep ravine. From the opposite ends of the log at the same moment, there started to cross it a big Newfoundland dog and a little Italian greyhound dog there was net room for them to pass, neither could they go back. Tho height was a dangerous one for the greyhound, and to the water at the bottom he was extremely averse. The Newfoundland could have taken the leap In safety, but evidently did not want to. There was a fix. The little dofc sat down on his haunches, stuck his nose in the air, and howled. The Newfoundland stood intent, his face solemn with inward workings. Presently be gave a nudge with his nose to ward the howling greyhound—as if to say, "Be still, youngster and listen." Then there was a silcnce and seeming Qonfabulatlen for a second or two. Immediately the biff dog spread his legs like a Colossus, bestriding the log on its extreme outer edges, and balancing himself carefully. The little dog sprang through "the opening like a flash. When they reached the oppo^ site shores the greyhound broke into frantic gambols of delight, and the Newfoundland alter his more sedate fashion expressed great complacency in his achievement.

A PknxsTLYAJfiAi* has invented a rat-trap that is made to operate on the selfish passions of the _poor rat, and lure him into trouble. The Mechanic and Farmer, in a description of the trap, says that a mirror is set in the back part of tbe device, beyond tbe bait, and as his ratshlp Is out on a foraging expedition he espies tbe bait, and at tbe same time believes his own image in tbe mirror tb be another rat making tor it on tbe opposite aide. This is too much for rat nature to stand, and be cool over, so be rusbM. for the bait.

THE GUILLOTINE.

Hov France KiUs Her Criminals.

It is generally taken tor granted that tbe beheading instrument used in France and some other countries of Europe was invented, or at least perfected, by tho amiable and phllanthro-

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physician whose name it bears, but reality this doubtful honor belongs to some earllor inventor, whose name has not been preserved. An instrument of this kind was used in Germany early in the thirteenth century, and was known us the "Panke" or "Diele." In 1233 it was mentioned in the criminal statutes of the Netherlands, and its name appears in many accounts of executions in Germany and other countries about tbe same period.

In Italy a similar instrument, called tbe "mannaia," was used for the execution ofpersons of quality. Beatrice Cenci suSered death by this Instrument in 1599. In England a similar machine was used, and a full description of it may be found in the British state calender for 1708. The "maiden" of Scotland which was used for the beheading of Morton in 1581, was an instrument similar to those already mentioned, and is supposed to have been brought over from Germany by the very man who suffered by it. It is in the museum of the antiquarian society at Edinburg. Even France pQsessed it as early as the fifteenth century, under the name of "Dololre," and two centuries later the unfortunate Duke de Montmorency was executed with this instrument at the instignation of Richelieu. It seems, then, to have passed out of use, and to have been forgotten.

When, therefore, Dr. Joseph Ignace Guillotin, on the 1st of December, 1789, proposed in the French constituent assembly to alleviate the horrors of capi-

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corpses at the Biceter hospital, and was found to work with rapidity and decision. A week later it was employed for tho decapitation of a convicted highway robber named Pelletier. The dreadful use to which it was alterward put in the wholesale massacre of innocent men, women, and even children, made its very nanue a horror, and contributed not a little to its not being adopted in England and the United States, instead of the gallows, as a means of inflicting capital punishment. It consists of a block resting between two upright grooved posts, between which slides a heavy-weighted knife with an oblique edge. The snfferer is strapped firmly to a plank, and thrust face downward between the posts, so that his neck is directly under the knife. A spring is touched, the heavy, keen-edged blade descends, and the head is severed from the body as easily as a razor severs a hair..

Gnillotin himself narrowly escaped being a victim of the instrument which bears his name. He was thrown into prison during the reign ot terror, but was released on the death of Robespierre, resumed the practioe of his profession in Paris, and died quietly in his bed on tho 26th of March, 1814. The story that he died broken hearted because of the infamy attached to his invention is of course untrue.

The question whether death by the guillotine is comparatively painless was raised in Franoe soon after the reintroduction of the instrument. In 1795, Dr. Sommering, in the Moniteur, denounced it as to rapid in operation, and maintained that sensation did not cease immediately after decapitation. Many experiments were tried to test tbe truth of his theory. Eminent physicians assidiously attended executions, and, by striking at the severed head, shouting in its ear, and divors other ways, endeovered to ascertain whether sensation survived the shook of decapitation. Sommering's book waa followed by Gedillot's "Historical and Philosophical Reflections upon Execution by the Guillotine," and the next vear the same author continued the dfscussion in a work entitled "Anecdotes of Decapitated Persons." But the question remains unanswered.

THE DECLARATION OF INDEPENDENCE. Mr. Jefferson used to relate, with much merriment, that the final signing of the Declaration of Independence was hastened by an absurdly trivial cause. Near the hall in which the debates were then held was a livery stable, from which swarms of flies came into the open windows and assailed tbe silkstockinged legs of the honorable members. Handkerchief in hand they lashed the flies with such vigor as they could command on a July afternoon but the annoyance became at length so extreme as to render them impatient of delay, and they made haste to bring the momentous business to a conclusion. After such a long and severe strain on their minds, the members seem to have indulged in many a jocular observation, as they stood around tbe table. Tradition has it that when John Hancock had affixed his magnificent signature to the paper, he said: "There, John Bull may read my name without spectacles!" Tradition, also, will never relinquish the pleasure of repeating that when Mr. Hancock reminded the members of tho necessity of hanging together, Dr. Franklin was ready with bis "Yes, we must all hang together, or else, most assuredly, we shall bang separately." And this may have suggested to the portly Harrison —a "luxurious, heavy gentleman," as John Adams described him—his remark to slender Elbridge Gerry, that when the hang ng came he should have the

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TREASURE TROVE.

Whala Surveying Fartj/Found in Ore- .» gort.

The Daily Oergonian tells the followatory: As Mr. B—, one of our most prominent surveyors, connectod with one of the railroaa companies, was recently running a line near the old military road, between the towns of Cornelius and Astoria, in this state, he chanced to make one of bis places for an angle upon a pyramidal stone that offered a suitable point of sight for his theodolite in the small rocky glen, through which his course lay. The stone Itself, of the shape described, was scarcely less prominent than others tbat lay loosely scattered about the place, only for its peculiar formation, which made it the selected object. It was covered with lichen, and with the exception of the face, which lay toward a brook that ran near by, was grown about with underbrush peculiar to the forests of Oregon. As the surveyor and his three assistants were gathered about the rock, indulging in a short rest, one of their number leaned his back against it and raised ono foot, placing the sole of the boot, perhaps, a few inches from the ground, against the stone, to got a position of ease. Immediately as he aid so, the moss gave way under the pressure, and his foot came to the ground baring the rock. Glancing downward to secure another foothold his eye fell upon a queer-looking iucision in tho sinoeth rock that looked much like the mark ot a chisel. He looked again, and became convinced that the mark was too deeply cut and too regular to havo been the work of nature. Prompted by the curiosity that holds to all—where little is seen, to see more if possible—he called the attention ot others to his discov-

seuiuiy iu wv. and they, anxious for a farther intal punishment by adopting a machine

which would dispense witn the axe or

Dr. Guillotin's motion was not formally acted on until the 20th of March, 1792, when a resolution was passed ordering a decapitating machine of this kind described by the doctor to be adopted. The plan was submitted to the carpenter employed by the govern mande

18th of April, 1782, upon a number of

ve8tigation,

wag

sword, he was merely reviving an old —-i *u.:_ contrivance which had been superseded in Germany, France, and Italy by the very instrument of decapitation which he was trying to abolish.

Sold

used a small hand ax that

jn party to clear more of the

moss away, and to their utter astonishment revealed the time-worn characters, "N. 1 C. B. 2 P." Nonplussed by the cabalistic disclosure, thoy were more than ever at a loss what to do. There before them, evidently the work of human hands, but for what purpose to mark what event, that work hidden by nature's changes until tho foot of man accidentally gave it light, did not show. The Roman characters employed undoubtly stamped it as the work of

ed undoubtly

ment, who demanded 5,000 francs for Europeans, and as such they bethought making the machine, but finally, after

much chattering, a better bargain was made with a young German named Schmidt, who agreed to furnish eightythree of the new instruments—one for each department—for the sum of 500 francs each. It was first tried on the

stamped it as mo worn oi

themselves

of a key to the mystery.

Being surveyors, the idea that naturally suggested itself was ono connected

with their prolessionand to their joy the solution seemed plain enough. "North one chain, east two perches." Delighted, they brought their instruments ii use, and measuring off the distance in the required direction, and clearing away with immense labor tho fallen timber and undergrowth of tho place, in order to prosecute their search, they succeeded in finding another stone, similar in shape and size to the other, buHed almost to the apex in the earth and decayed vegetation. After a long task at clearing the faco of tho stone, they came to the figure "7," clearly and deeply cut. Here seemed an ond of their trouble. They had evidently read the inscription on the first stone light as finding the second proved, but now there stared them in the face a numeral which, though plain in one sense, yet was as mystical as the signs of the astrologer. The figure "7" alono was there. What could it mean In fact, what might it not mean Seven miles, yards, rods, feet—anything. In despair they determined to move the rock, which, with the aid of liugo levers, they did—nothing but tho hole rewarding them for their labor. At last tho happy thought occurred to ono—why not "7" feet? No sooner was it expressed than a shovel was brought into requisition, and down they worked. The suspense theyendurod during the excavation of those few feet of earth can better be appreciated than described. Hope, doubt and fear alternately marked tho faces of tho party as in turn they toiled with tho snovel. The ring of metallic substances suddenly brought all to the pit, and there tho person shoveling exposed to their gaze a rusted iron ring, attached, as tho hurried efforts of the worker soon disclosed, to a decayed wooden box, about a foot square. On hitting tho ring it gayo way, and they did not raise their supposed treasure to tho surface of the earth until it was completoly loosed from its bed by the use of tho shovel. They found that they had secured a box of wood, decayed by time, yet held together by several iron hoops, und as was shown by the decayed wood having been beaten off in one or two places, lined with copper or other metal. The weight satisfied tbem that thoy had found a treasure, but of what value they were now to ascertain. Breaking the box open, thero was brought to light

e(

they brought their instruments Into

nfl^ maas„rin(r

nff tho distance in

and silver coin and fewels, the ulk being silver, and all amounting to about ?5,700. Tho silver coin was mostly Spanish dollars, with some few pieces of ancient South American coinage the gold was in Spanish doubloons, and tho jewelry was of silver of no great valuo, with tho exception of one piece, whicn contained diamond settings. Well pleased with their adventure, the parties made an equal division of the property and caino to tho eity Saturday to tell tho story, flomo money is on exhibition in tho windows of one of our prominent brokers oi Front street, and a gentleman who frequents First street, generally at Green's. billiard room, has the diamond pii spoken of, which, by the way, is worthy of further notioo. The pin is in theshape of a leaf, made of silver, after thoold Mexican style, much corrodcd, or rather blackened, by time, and contains 31 diamonds, the largest worth about |85. The diamonds are rose cut, and of the most exquisite boauty and brilliancy. He gave $200 for the pin. Antiquarian curiosity is rife concerning Who put the treasure there, and when, as

nothing

He

advantage, for poor Gerry wouia ne diTjiikeimeM that hia most earnest efkicking in the air long alter l^t was ail forUl j^hUm himself proved unaover wfth himself. French critics cen sure Shakspeare for mingling buffoone­

scenes of the deepest tragic in-

terest. But here we find oneofthe faithfufly for^seven months. At tho most Important assemblies ever oon-

ond

vened, at the supreme moment of its for nqQor although he bad been led

existence, while performing tbe act which gives it its rank among deliverative bodies, cracking jokes, and hurrying up to the table to sign, in order to get away from the flies. It is precisely so tr ined ferson.

that Shakspeare would have imag-i

the scene.—[Parton Life or Jef-

A colored boy at 8pringfi attracting attention by h£s sketches.

to solve either question was

found in the box. May not the old Spanish fcalleon, whoso skeleton is racked by tho tides in the bay Astoria,, and whoso ribs suggest tbe specter of departed years, have had some knowledge of who placed the iron box in its bed in the wilderness of Oregon

A correspondent who signs himself "One who has reformed." sends us the following: Captain Hull was commander of tno Great Eastern steamship.

had fallen into such habits of

vailing. At length he sought the advice of an eminent physician who gave bim a prescription which he followed illy for

of tbat time he had lost all desiro

for liquor, although he bad been led captive by a most debasing appetite. Tbe prescription which he afterwards published, and by which so many other drunkards have been assisted to reform, is as follows: Sulphate of iron,

5groin,,

KOtL. 1 1 rlav (peg, drachm twice a day.

magnesia, 10 grains pepper-

i[nt wa'^ri

ft drachms spirits of nut-

leld, Ills. Is' An exchange wants to know "How fine crayon to keep kerosene." We think the besf way is to keep it out of tbe bouse.