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[Tor The Sunn; South.]
On the Rnins of the L. S. University.
BY FLOY FAY.
Ont in the softening twilight,
>'o roof but the fading sky,
We clambered up in the ruins—
We too, little Aileen and I—
For a last farewell low spoken
To the desolate landscape grey,—
To the dear old halls where our happiest hours
So merrily fled away.
So still—bo strangely silentl
No sound in the evening air,—
No bugle-call, no drum-beat,—
No voices re-echoing clear.
Over stones still hot beneath us,
O’er the granite of fallen towers,
Each broken arch brought memories
Of vanished summer hours;
Each blackened gaping window
Of the dear old chapel hall
Gleamed faint in the dreary twilight,—
This, then, was the end of all.
Then silently to our young hearts
The last two beautiful years
Came back from the past to cheer us.
And to charm away our tears.
Like the glory of the dream-land—
Fairy pictures—they floatod by,—
Like the unreal fragment that fancy brings
To brighten as they fly;
But these are real,—these are faces
That never will disappear;
Nor forgotten the voices that echo still,
When alone, thro’ the darkened air.
There were nights when the towers gleamed
grandly
In the moonlight long ago;
I've seen each high, white turret tinged
With the sunset's crimson glow.
There were days when the halls were ringing
With laughter, mirth and glee;
There were violets aud sunshine then
In the forest aisles for me.
Now, softly Aileen whispered,
Looking up at the silent sky:
“ My heart is sad as sad can be,—
Barling, this is our last good-by!
Farewell to the dear old ruins,—
To the life ended here to-day,—
To the years that have gone forever,—
To oun loved, ones, far away!”
the valley followed by a picturesque negro in
nondescript attire, and a half dozen little negroes
in no attire at all, save indeed a ragged apron
and a garter around the left leg, splash into pools
of water, thereby sending up showers of glinting
spray. Nature, who all the long spring aud all
the long hot summer beat out her labors on the
anvil of time, now rests, and what supreme rest!
little woman, whose large eyes looked sadly and I Stonewall is in very good company. Washington,
wistfully round upon these maimed heroes of on his great, sinewy war-horse, and surrounded
the past, signified her wish to speak to them, i by Jefferson, Patrick Henry, George Mason,
They crowded up to her, but scarcely anything ; Thomas Nelson and Andrew Lewis (the latter,
was said. Only tremulous lips, only the divine \ modeled by a native artist, is a grand expression
moisture of eyes, only the red banner of feel- j of human power), stands ont on his right. lin
ing unfolding its color upon bronzed cheeks, mediately behind him is a very ancient church,
told that the ineffable moment had come. Thir- | alive with historic memories. On his left stands
home of Patrick
OUR EXCHANGES.
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lowing excellent papers which come to our office
regularly; and to our brother confreres who have
published our card, we beg to say that The
Sunny South is open to them at any time. With
[For The Sumiy South.]
JACKSON'S STATUE.
LETTER FROM A LOS DON CORRESPONDENT.
We published recently a full and graphic ac
count of the interesting occasion of unvailing ;
the splendid statue of Stonewall Jackson in !
Richmond, and we now publish a second letter, j
written by a brilliant lady, who is to represent I
the London press in this country during the j
Centennial. We also give a fine engraving of |
the statue.
Richmond, October 2G, 1875.
What a lovely little peninsular city this is!
Situated proudly upon seven hills and lapped
three parts round by the glittering waters of
James’ river, over whose tremulous surface,
many times in the dead hour of night, mysteri
ous boats glided into position, thus forming
pontoon bridges for the transportation of vast
numbers of armed men during the late civil war.
the Executive Mansion, the nome oi mmcn , • i;..* i
„ T ... , - • „ such an immense exchange list and so little
Henry, Jefferson, Monroe and page. And facing .
him, the State Capitol, a graceful structure, cop- \ space devoted to advertisements, however, we
ied from the Maison Carree of Nismes. j cannot publish standing notices.
The first triumphal arch, corner of Fifth and j Harper's Weekly. — This superbly illustrated
Main, is of very light and artistic appearance, j ounui ] comes to us with a gratuitous supple-
and displayed much taste in arrangement. The ! mentj containing an installment of the new
second, bridging over Gray street near the Cath- Christmas story, “Island Pearl,” by the author
olic church, is a very handsome structure, pre- i ()f the w idely-popular “Blade-o’-Grass,” and a
senting castellated towers of the Norman period, - ---
with Nornmn gateway in centre. These are cov
ered with sprigs of feathery pine, curly cedar
twining round the posts like a vine. Against
this dense foliage, beautiful leaves tinted with
the rich glow of autumn nestle, and the gorgeous
flags of England and America sprang up from
the towers and floated their bright colors to the
air. The pictures of Jackson and Foley adorn
, the pillars, whilst the United States shield and
i the Virginia coat-of-arms are surmounted with a
! lovely picture of the “Angel of Peace.” Peace
j be unto thee, Virginia! Evangeline Trenifidi.
GENERAL NEWS.
Gold in New York on the 7th, 114j to 114^.
Cotton in New York on the 7th, 13 3-1C to 13g.
The catalogue of Williams College shows a fresh
man class of forty-three members, sophomore of
fifty, junior of forty, and senior of thirty-seven
The Centennial of the battle of Fort Moultrie,
fought on the 2titli of June, 177)5, is to be cele
brated by the Palmetto Guards, of South Caro
lina, by erecting a $12,0l)U monument.
The Pall Mall Gazette of the (5tli contains the
following brief but thrilling news item: “An
; awful explosion occurred to-day in the Swaithe
mine colliery, near Barnsley, in the west riding
of Yorkshire. It is feared that over two hundred
lives were lost. ”
i Objection has been expressed, in a Chicago
meeting, to the singing of religious verses in
j the common schools. The Board of Education,
j which recently stopped the use of the Bible in
j the schools, is now asked in a petition to revise
; the singing books, expunging every orthodox
sentiment.
i A society of French professors has just been
I organized in the city of New York under the
j name ot “Athenee Franeais,” whose object it is
! to provide suitable teachers in the arts and sci-
1 enee and in literature for schools and private
families. The society comprises some of our
; best teachers, and is open to all who have sufli-
! cient guarantee of capability ami morality.
The Havard catalogue for the years 1875-7(5
shows the whole number of students in the
university to be 1,278 against 1,19(5 last year, and
1,1<57 the year before that. The school has 1(51
j students this year, an increase of twenty over
! the last two years. In "the medical school the
number of students, 102, remains the same as
j last year.
Two young ladies from Wilmington, N. C., j
j temporarily residing at Hickory, are publishing
| a novel newspaper in that town. The contents
' are written instead of printed, and the paper is
j very creditably gotten up in its peculiar style.
- The subscription price is $1 per year, and the
proceeds will be donated to a fund for building '
an Episcopal church at Hickory.
They will build cotton factories down in Geor-
Is it any wonder that Valentine, surrounded j teen years of human life was bridged over, and
Sheltered by yonder curve, and in the very sight 1 by such scenes as these, should, with a piece of i Stonewall’s wife knelt by the bedside of the dy- j gia. The latest is Trion Factory, in Chattooga
of eager eyes, the famous gunboat, laden down i clay, so mould a human figure (General Lee) ; ing hero, while the grief-stricken and dumb- county, just completed at a cost of $30,000,
to the water’s edge with provisions for the be- ; (but as you gaze upon it, lying in all its lonely founded army knelt outside. j and now receiving $150,000 worth of machinery.
sieged Richmond, lay to for so many nights and grandeur, the broad chest seems to rise and fall,
days, unable, alas ! to give one crumb of bread ; the wondrous mouth, the lips just parted for the
to the heroic women and children starving with- j softly coming and softly going breath, which
in the walls ! Ah, how much they suffered ! j seems to stir ever so gently the moustache and
The few men which the ravages and necessities i flakes of snowy beard. It is a chaste expression,
of war left to defend the loved city bore the 1 iu human form, of the rest, the tender peace and
utter cold with Spar- i quiet, to be found on the hilltops of Virginia in
pinching hunger and the bitter <
tan fortitude. And the women! the white-
handed, gentle-voiced, tenderly-reared women—
what pen can do them justice?
The streets of the city are pleasingly laid ont,
shaded by trees and adorned by pretty strips of
green sward. There are no harsh angular lines,
no inflexible squares so observable in Northern
cities, to offend the eye; but the streets traverse
up and down the sunny hills with an irregular
ity that adds much to the picturesque aspect of
the city. From every stand of rising ground
one looks ont upon exquisite “bits" of scenery
lit up by the bright sheen of waters. Richmond
is doubly blest just now, for ’tis the height of
the Indian summer, aud the trees are gorgeous
with autumnal magnificence. Yesterday after
noon I climbed the highest hill to take a look at
the earthworks and forts thrown up around
Richmond during the war. They are still intact,
extending in two irregular lines round about the
city; but as I gazed upon nature’s emblazoned
canvass spread out before me, the war and its
direful consequences faded out of my mind.
“They say" it is the early frost gives to the fol
iage its brilliant hues—don’t you believe it?
“Old Jack Frost ” deals only in trembling dia
monds, in lovely translucent traceries, in silver
stilletoes, and when he has a mind to, ascends
by a silvery moonbeam to the edge of the clouds,
where he keeps his great pestle and mortar, and
pounds up the silver mountains of the moon,
which he takes delight in scattering over the
earth. No, indeed! “Old Jack Frost” knows
nothing of the glory of color. If you get up
bright aud early one of these lovely October
mornings, and look intently toward the east, you
will see, if you are good, an etherial being clad
in a sky-blue robe with a heavenly edge to it,
come forth from the gates of Dawn, accompanied
by a smaller edition of herself, carrying a paint-
pot tilled with the essence of sunbeams, liquid
rainbows and concentrated flowers of paradise,
and a big brush, made from the beard of the man
who looks so lonely away up in the moon. Now
you watch the handiwork of this etherial artist;
see her place her rosy palm under the transpa
rent leaves, and with the big brush, dash on
their fluted edges a crimson glow, such as one
sees on the frescoed ceilings of some ancient
Roman palace, and is, alas! a “lost color” to
modern ark The brush is raised again, and a
rich brown, soft and downy as the back of a bat’s
wing, is dabbed on. Then a dash of sherry wine
color, amber-shaded and silky as the floss on a
babe's head. Then a dash of green, transparent
as a Spanish aegna marina. Next a deep red, rich
and warm, as if caught from the centre of a har
vest moon, and lastly, a golden hue such as one
sees upon the wings of the angel of the sunset.
Millions of these little pictures flutter out on the
swaying branches of the forest, their brilliant
colors fittingly shaded by the dense evergreen of
the mountain fir-trees, and the deep mossy
shadows lying beneath, between afternoon and
evening; a peculiar purple haze, such as one sees
on the sea in September, hangs, like a veil, oyer
the trees, and filtering through its folds the rich
October sun came pouring down like incense
from a golden chalice. The heart indeed must
be like an empty wine cup that is not deeply,
tenderly touched by such a scene. And how
peaceful it was ! “ Earth folds her hands and all
day rests.” The birds called to each other from
their leafy homes; “the wild free things” that
stray about the hills noisily lapped a rill of
water near by and scampered off through the
woods as they discovered my presence; the
crickets chirped in the long grass; the rising
bore along the distant baying of a hound;
the lowing of kine, which, as they wound through
October. The clear, shrill sound of a bugle
beating in between the round, rolling music of
a drum soon brought me down to “ the scene of
action. ” From north, south, east anil west
Jackson’s invincible “ Stonewall ” comes pouring
in. The greater number of the brigade left the
gory battle-fields for the fields of agriculture,
and in the home-spun attire of the farmer now
comeforwnrd to pay homage to their dead chief.
They had the good fortune to be gathered together
by General Walker, a fine-looking military chief
tain, who succeeded Jackson in the command of
the brigade. How much they reminded me of
the gathering in of clans on a Scottish hillside !
To-day Virginia records a new birthday on the
register of time; peace and prosperity are her
sponsors, the hands of brotherhood are stretched
out over the mighty ocean, on through the north,
on from the west and the east, to clasp her hands
in token of divine fellowship—for to-day the
statue of Stonewall Jackson will be unveiled, the
hero whose fame belongs to the world, and whose
virtues shed their lustre upon the human char
acter. For this reason her sons have poured down
from her mountains and out of her valleys. Her
cavaliers, descended from the gallant band who
followed Spottswood, her backwoodsmen, the
progeny of devoted adherents of Lewis; her
Huguenots, her jewels from the loins of those of
Dumblaine and Preston Pans, have gathered, and
for this reason Richmond has had sixty thousand
souls added to her population; for this the city
is “a thing of beauty ;” from lofty minarets,
towers and church steeples, from public build
ings and private residences, gorgeous flags, ban
ners and streaming pendants curl and float out
their glad corners to the breeze.
Wreaths glowing with color, graceful festoons
of feathery cedar, took their shape under the fair
hands of Virginia’s historic women, and now
court the praise of artistic eyes and the glinting
of the morning sun.
The statue is a present to Virginia by a number
of English hero worshippers, who subscribed
quite a large sum of money, and secured the
services of the gifted sculptor, J. H. Foley, It.
A., to model the statue, which was afterward
successfully cast in the finest metal.
At an early hour this morning the city was
astir with excitement; the shouts of old com
rades in arms—veterans who divided the last
hard-tack with each other at Appomattox Court
house, and then parted to pursue their separate
and uncertain paths in life, came face to face, and
with husky voices and hearty hand-shakes re
newed their friendship.
General Joe Johnston, General Bradley John
son ; also, the sons of the far-famed Lee, Gen
eral Hil, and other heroes of the “lost cause,”
reached the city last night. The statue was to
be unveiled at ten o’clock, but not until twelve
did the long, long procession pass through the
last triumphal arch. On came the Confederate
veterans, the inspiring music, the waving ban
ners representing all peoples, the gleaming bay
onets of the infantry, the red plumes of the
artillery, the prancing horses of the cavalry, the
regalia of the civic societies, the carriages tilled
with illustrious Virginians, and the flashing
uniforms and apparatus of the fire department.
With a steady tramp, the famous “Stonewall”
brigade, numbering about four hundred men,
marched into the park and gathered around the
statue of their gallant commander. It is quite
painful to see so many of them without legs and
without arms, some fingerless, some handless,
cheekless and shoulderless—in fact, every angle
of the human frame seems to have been targets
for bursting shell or unerring bullet
The widow of Stonewall Jackson, a comely
The various military bodies were drawn up The capital stock~is $225,000, of which two men,
and formed an outer cordon round the statue Messrs. Marsh & Allgood, hold $185,000. That
and the orator’s stand, while a seething mass of factory will be a success. The time is coming,
forty thousand people crowded in behind them, and not far distant, when a very large proportion
Governor, General Kemper came forward, and in of the cotton grown in the South will be rnanu-
a short, temperate, manly address, in which : faetured at home, not oniy for domestic supply,
great thoughts lay like stones in the bosom of but for export.—Memphis Avalanche.
the earth, re viewed the past and present, point-! _ T , ,
ing out the great integral prosperity of the _ ^ E ' v Yoke, December o. -Diligent search has
South-her vast resources and the heritage of 1 be ®? made tor Last night he, in charge
wealth and power that lay within the gates of P f tbe officers, went to his home to visit his wile,
the future. The Rev. Dr. Hoge then came for- and ' vlsbed t0 see ber alon <;- lbe Y consented,
ward and spoke for nearly two hours. Grand 1 and b ® was ^ e ? n D0 , m ? re ' / b f different cities
ideas flooded upon his lips like constellations on bave been . telegraphed to look out tor him.
the evening sky. Said he, pointing to the ! iwe ^y mmutes alter his escape was known,
statue: “And last, it is Jackson’s clear, ringing j word had “ acbed V° llc , e statlon “ tbe
tones to which we listen. What is life without ! clt y,’ bu * no 4 t , tbo attest clue has been discov-
honor? Degradation is worse than death. We j len thousand dollars reward is offered
must think of the living »*d of those who are ! lh « house was searched from top to bottom but
to come after us, and see that by God’s blessing 4 ™ ce of * he fugitive found. At the back ot
we transmit to them the freedom we enjoyed.” : tbe bo ' ls f e r tbe, : e are ° tber houses, and to have
Breathless silence fell upon the lips of that ! escaped, Tweed must have passed through hem.
great multitude, and every heart seemed to throb Mr. Tfl ; eeds s,m > vas “ a v fJ edited condition
with the mystery of expectation. Reverend wb< : nbe earned ot his lathers escape. He;
hands touched the veil that shrouded the hero P ulled Ins hair and exclaimed that he was ruined,
of every Southern heart, and lo ! it descended,
double-paged illustration of the same. “The
Two Destinies,” a new serial by Wilkie Collins,
is among the numerous attractions promised to
subscribers.
Harper's Bazar.—Almost as soft and velvety
as steel plate are the engravings in this elegant
journal of fashion. The double-page illustration
of fashions for December, the patterns for all
kinds of showy and useful garments, the tine
engraving “ Vanity,” and the pageof comic cuts,
are sufficiently attractive without the reading
matter, which is always good and seasonable.
Both the above papers are published by Harper
A Bros., New York. Price, four dollars a year
for each.
Frank Leslie's Illustrated for this week is as
brilliant as ever, with a front page engraving of
the dedication and unvailiug of Edgar Poe’s
statue at Baltimore, a continuance of the Centen
nial sketches, being graphic illustrations of
scenes in Fairmount Park and prominent fea-
i tures of the great exhibition. “The Painting of
the Colossal Eagles ” is especially fine.
Mrs. Mayfield's nappy ILame.—This handsome
monthly, published in Memphis by Mrs. May-
field, is filled full of original reading matter, en
tertaining and useful, from the pens of Southern
writers. The fashion department is carefully
edited, and illustrations given of all the newest
and most reliable styles. The Happy /lame is
published in the interest of the mothers and
daughters of the South, and is every way fitted
to be a fireside visitor. Price, three dollars.
The Hirerside Weekly, published in Louisville,
Kentucky, by X. F. Thompson, is an admirably
edited eight-page sheet—the only family aud
temperance journal in Kentucky. For two dol
lars the paper is sent to subscribers for a year,
and in addition, the premium of a beautiful
lithograph. A further premium of a splendid
silver water set (pitcher and goblets) will be
given to the person who sends the largest num
ber of subscribers by the first of January, 187(5.
The liiverside Weekly offers still another and
more attractive inducement to subscribers,—the
premium of a lithographed picture of the cele
brated Gol. J. J. Hickman, the active and popu
lar lecturer and Right Worthy Grand Templar.
This picture is a perfect likeness, showing to ex
cellent advantage the handsome face and fine
figure of Col. Hickman, attired in the regalia of
his office. It will be sent free of postage.
The Domestic Monthly, devoted to home and so
ciety literature, is the most reliable journal of
its kind that graces our table. It is thoroughly
practical, exhibits a high order of literary abil
ity, is well edited, and every way desirable. Its
typography aud descriptive plates are superb.
Terms, $1.50 per annum. Domestic Monthly,
Domestic Building, New York.
The Ladies’ Pearl.—A. magazine devoted to the
literary and moral culture of woman, finds a re
served niche on our table of exchanges, as it
does in the hearts of its many readers. Terms,
$2 per year. Rev. S. P. Chesnut, Editor, Nash
ville, Tennessee.
The War rent on Clipper, a home-circle weekly,
is a paper for the people, and its widening cir
culation evinces that the people appreciate its
claim to a place at the fireside. Sent three mouths
on trial for thirty cents. H. W. J. Ham, Editor
and Proprietor, Warrenton, Georgia.
The Ayriculturalist, a large eight-page farm and
Grange paper, is offerd to Grange clubs of ten
and over on trial at twenty-five cents a year.
A $50 Grange library is offered to the Grange
sending the largest club by January 1, 187(5.
H. A. Wrench, Editor, Dalton, Georgia.
The Jefferson Democrat, of Louisville, Ky., is
one of the very best exchanges that we receive.
It is handsomely printed, and its editorial col
umns show unusual ability and a remarkable
energy. It is a large eight-page paper, and only
$2.10 a year. Any one wishing a complete and
influential political paper from Kentucky,should
send for the Democrat.
Whe
[For The Suuny South.]
re Shull These Thiiiirs End !
and Stonewall Jackson stood revealed. With
one mighty effort, the hoarse rumble of men’s
voices, mingled with the tear-choked utterance
of women and children, rolled out on the air,
and made the very trees tremble and the fright
ened birds halt on their rustling wings.
Another cry rent the air as Jackson’s little
daughter, his only child, a pretty girl of thir
teen years, was brought forward to the front of
the platform and introduced to the people. Af
ter this, a royal salute in honor of England and
a volley of musketry was fired. It was the first
as did also Mr. Douglass, the son-in-law of Mr.
Tweed. The statement of deputy Hogan cor
roborates the foregoing. Warden Dunham ad
mits having taken Tweed ont to drive three or
four times while he was in his custody, as Tweed
was complaining of terrible aches. The bond
given by the sheriff’ for the proper and faithful
performance of his duties is for $50,000, and that
of Warden Dunham, $20,000. The general im
pression seems to be that some of Tweed’s friends
have placed him on board a steam tug, which
will place him on board some vessel bound for a
foreign country. It is not positive whether any
May not fancy present us, as eye-witnesses,
before that first grand council of Father, Son and
Spirit, in which was laid the great purpose of
uniting in one the mortal and the immortal,
and thereby issuing a current through which
their glory should course but to return in un
spotted beauty ? We see in the presence of the
triune God, all eternity pass as one vast pano
rama-nothing lies beyond the ken of His eter
nal eye. See we not that council break? The
fiat of God goes forth to obedience. Light dis
pels the hitherto unbroken darkness. A firma
ment appears, and in it myriads of bright lurni-
time I "ever smelt powder. I am glad to know | indictments for forgery would have been found ; nanes are poised. Among these creations is our
exactly how powder smells, but I must say I : a g ainsfc blm > and tbe question of his extradition own beautiful earth, then a chaotic mass. But
know of odors that are sweeter and pleasanter, j tb ®f tor , e ’ an °l je , n oue ' ihe tnal , la the a g°<> d work is not left unfinished. Ere long its
The statue is of heroic mould and size—some i dOO.OOO suit was to nave commenced to-morrow, bosom heaves with living and life-giving vegeta-
seven feet high-and represents Jackson as a j New Yoke, December 6.—It has been ascer- ; tion of every variety and hue. An order ot beings
stalwart military man of commanding aspect, as j tained that Tweed’s private secretary was last having a nature still much superior, appear to
unlike the rough, threadbare unselfish genius j seen at his stopping place a few moments before
of the “ lost cause ” as can be. The face and j the departure of the ten o’clock train for Boston
head, however, in their personal likeness to “Old , Saturday morning. He took the train, saying he
Jack,” are wonderful, and the more examined, j was going to Boston, and would return Tuesday,
the more life-likeness is seen. The face bears ; He, however, carried a large trunk. It was
the impress of special characteristics, which go rumored at the 59th street police station last
far to show a sympathetic conception of his char- | evening that on Saturday, from 4 to 5:30 p. jl,
acter, though he is not represented with that
stolid, imperturbable countenance from whose
half-closed lips so many curt and deadly orders
had been given, but by the camp-fire, when that
strange face was lit up with a kindly glow pecu
liar to “Old Jack” after a hard day’s fight. There
he stands, clothed in a spotless uniform, the
grand figure supported, as it were, by a sword
in his left hand, thrust firmly into a portion of
a broken fortification, his large feet resting se
curely on a solid bronze slab.
The pedestal is of handsome dove-color Vir
ginian granite, and is composed of three sec
tions—cornice capital with fluted edge, Greek
plinth, and sub-plintli.
The face of the block on which the inscription
is cut is highly polished, and the inscription is
made in deeply-cut block-letters, which are
gilded so as to make the inscription legible in
contrast with the polished, raised surface on
which they are cut. The inscription is as fol
lows:
Pkesented by English Gentlemen as a
Tiubute of Admiuation fob the
Soldier and Patriot,
THOMAS J. JACKSON,
And Gratefully Accepted by Virginia in
Tee Name of the Southern People.
Done A. D. 1875,
In the Hundredth Year of the Commonwealth.
‘•Look! tbebe is Jackson standing like a stone wall!”
Graceful festoons of chains, with pillars, en
close it round. The position assigned it is a
most commanding one, on rising ground, in one
of the most picturesque parks 1 hnve ever seen.
a tug was noticed cruising in a mysterious
manner in the East river off’ 59th street. Nothing
was noticed by which the tug could be identified.
Later.—Inspector Dilkes believes Tweed is on
the ocean. There is good reason to believe that
he made his escape many hours before he was
reported. It is generally believed that Warden
Dunham and Keeper Hogan were privy to his
escape, and that Tweed embarked on some pri
vate craft, on East river, in which he is now sail
ing for foreign parts. Tweed’s cases, which were
up to-day, have been postponed.
An afternoon paper has the following regard
ing the flight: The most probable theory is that
Tweed escaped in the bark, Lord Clarendon,
which cleared, November 14th, for Queenstown.
The story is that a relative of Tweed’s, not re
siding here, and known to’ but a few in this city,
reached here some three weeks since, and pur
chased the bark Lord Clarendon, a fine vessel,
with excellent sailing qualities. The theory is
that the Lord Clarendon was chartered for Tweed
by his relative, who sailed on her. It is said
serve either directly or indirectiv the comfort of
their future monarch, man. Aye—all this for
him?—for him ! The world, at least, with all its
wonderful garniture, is man’s to enjoy. With
every embellishment of beauty it is given for
his preparatory abode. Ah! what is man, that
he should thus be the object of infinite love?
Were he not a creature of the great Creator, aud
only a little lower than those who dwell forever
in the sunshine of His love, he miyht be left alone
to buffet and battle the audacious foe who durst
so soon invade the fair domains. But not so.
Do we find man a law unto himself? Or self-
sufficient? Or absolute monarch of the world?
Nay ! He is God’s high priest. He is the pro-
claimer of God’s perfections, the divinely ap
pointed agent in the visible creation, animated
by an immaterial, uncompounded, immortal
principle, which, when disrobed of mortal ves
tige, he shall appear at the gate of heaven, shall
render an account of his stewardship. Must he
answer? Must he give in his account? Retri
butive justice answers, Yes! Heaven presents
no alternative. Death receives no bribe, but
ushers all, willing or unwilling, to the bar of
judgment. Adam, who walked with his Maker,
and Eve, who knew no blemish, left their earthly
tabernacle and appeared naked before God.
Samson shorn of his strength and Solomon ar
rayed in the glories of wisdom yielded passively
that a vessel looking like her has been seen off to death. And is death a misery!
the east end of Long Island. It is supposed that
Tweed was conveyed on board a steam tug lying
in East river, on Saturday evening, and was taken
on board the Lord Clarendon. The name of the
firm which cleared the Lord Clarendon is not in
the directory.
“I didn’t dare tell you, wife, before we were
married tha my teeth nre false.” “I could get
along well enough with you, husband, if your
teeth were the only false thing you carry in
your mouth.”
In Death's kindly arms our last hope remains—
The dead fear no tyrauts, the grave has no chains.”
The faithful steward exultingly cries, “O
Grave, where is thy victory? O Death, where
is thy sting?” Panoplied with grace, he has
battled through the perplexing vicissitudes of
life. With him all earthly things are ended. His
work is done. The pearly gntes of heaven are
opened, and dropping there his passport, he
rushes to the kindly outspread arms of his
Savior, saying in the act:
‘•To thee, O God, I come !”