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5 [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. We beg the attention of our renders to the fol 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 !”