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VOL. I. Literature and. General Information, •,WM. HJdXlfcY jPECK, Editor and Proprietor. ■ ( . i , Ju* : E vr.Bv nn*. OT * Y , i.v &_M N ES, TRR3IB, IUVAUfABIY IK ADVANOKf Q**-«»lß‘.pw -liMt * f6y“AilToniß9Bicnts Inserted at $1 a ->f 12 lines, for one insertion, anil 50 cents for A.4 subsequent.inscrtlou. A liberal o advertise by the year. .. r. . (Written for the Georgia Weekly.) A /AREWELL TO THE “MERRI- VOLUNTEERS.” (ilE p*Q ATED TO A FKI.®ND. BY UtZIB. : < SmLjtd tboeghts come stealing o’er ns,, HofroinHbttils us with her spell, * Wl.i'st the mournful t horns, I'rietprj tU kindred, tare ■ wi 11. Fare Clod he with yoo, lr> iltVjpf-kest of the fight, He will yous raaksirom danger, to just and right. , , {io, .i,uii iawvelv, bravely battle fP . ■FiS SraxMStUr loved native sod, ifKSSotoi ■mgp. yout,friends and kindrrf, J vn " r trni<t in Ood. . ,o«*e, brafl men, to the battle, " Smiggfe for the right, _ Sca2 k embvf.th«t our prayers are yours, * t ■ * .Ajiti asxf'Jwrti are in the fight. Proudly bear your yraceful banner,.. WmMB Blessed with tender woman’s tears. Let it wave in honor ever, Brave ajjffnoble “Volunteers.” , , ©feArmrl*ii a gloom is spreading, M H t~ Fvery -teoato is filled with tears, ■ ~ : ne in every home is mowing, >1 vdice is beard no more, >* ■ ma-ery beau in silent sadness,- iflEgi Mas Some toved'mne to deplore. • » s2s *>: Yet we would not have you with us, Sad find fearful the’ the blew ; i t. « But to have yafe^ha'fflriwarda, , ' Sl £jffl ggfcvts’wekoow. TTur • Volunteers!” Fare-vi’-well, onr Foontry needs you, Let affections ties he riven. If we meet no more while below, May we Ml unite iu Heaven. Ob 1 the earth and sky seem weeping, As our 3ong we #»dly swell; Ail who lpve our noble soldiers, Join us in this last farewell. Merrucet.'irr Cos., Od. THE WINE-SELLKirS DAUGHTER, x '^ t . THE BEFORE THE BATTX.S ©l* HEW ORLEANS. RTvWILMAM HKIIRV PECK. Author of “Tht'Vrnt/ier* Veuaraner" ""fer ginia GUiuthin,” “ F»tU, the Rcnega/h" ' “ The Moctoraon," " Fhe.Rcd Dwarf “ The Family Boom'*' “ The V* Mack Phantom ,” ’“ !TAe Cot titan" l ' Jslohs" COPYIUGip' BKCUiIKD. CHAPTER XVII. TUB CONCLUSION. Paul Amav had been the first to rush into the room of the captives after St. John’s precipitate flight, i The half-crazed wuneseller bounded into the apartment, with his lips thrill ing with th%name of 'Rosetta, and as he saw her her glance met his. My father! Dear father !” she cried, springing into his arms. “Oh, will you forgive me, father V’ “ Not until that scoundrel is dead at my feet,* exclaimed Paul, with a bitter curse, and flashing his fierce eyes iu search of St. John. ■“Seek him upon the roof—haste!” cried Clara; “or lie will work our ruin yet.” V At the sqjfcd of her voice, Paul stared at hex wildly. “ A woitifflA- dressed as a man—in my nephew’s garb ! Who are you ?” “ Pursue St. John! For your life, slay him ere he can give the signal,” cried Viola. “What signal?” demanded Paul, still staring at Clara. “ The signal for the firing and sack ing of New OrleansJ” “Ah!” roared the*wine-seller, turn ing to pursue the conspirator, and meeting Henry Allison, as he rushed in, sabre in hand. • ’ ■ “Viola! youamjinharmed?” cried t Henry, as she snpang forward to meet “ now,” re plied the noble glrlT “ Bus follow Paul —pursue St. John !” . Hepry needed no second bidding, And sprang aftcrAe wine-seller in hot haste, passing QAt Hartley and Count > Mario, as they pushed into the apart ment. “ You are aam, my child ?” was the iptoteb to §M%rn - literate, JJttos, nttb dracral Jfefmfon. mutual exclamation of both, as one Clara and the other Viola. “Follow your friends!” exclaimed Vima, anti’the fathers hastened froth the'room' followed by Several of the patrot’jrho had accompanied them. .“ForMha money- of —■»Heaven!” groaned tbewtrangling Carlos, ip Span 'ish,-as he writhed in the death-grip of the giantess. “ Ah!—hor^ “He deserves the deatli,” said with deliberate calmness;, while Viala and Rosetta hid their eyes from the terrible scene. “We are power? less* to rescue him—and !f it were’ oth&rWisp,* I would hot stir a finger to Save him. But let us follow our friends do newish to aee him die.” ' harried away, and the maid ens followed, clasping each other’s hands, and not daring to look hack upon the dreadful and appalling glare Os the staring eye-balls of the justly punished ruffian. • * The trap-door which opened upon the platform was held down by the weight of the cannon which St. John, bad dragged upon it at the very in stant Paul and Henry arrived at the foot of the ladder leading to theopfin fagf for several moments had passed before they 4 could find the. %Hr in the darkness. Nor did they, until Henry jfthmhded over a pilflNsf TOffbishJ and falling against a door, -found himself in a shiali closet where a smelt. lamp was burning, left there by '.Raymond the signal. Arffbutelo of prepared torches. lay Waists and the fcy seized and %niteddKbrn. The 'torches had been pre.pard for the firing"of houses; they were used to fOVeal the fate of the chief conspira tor. Finding axes at hand, Henry and Paul cut through the trap-door and its btngei % so that it fell inward, leav ing the cannonjresting upon the edges was first upon the platform, .immediately followed by all and Rosetta, who had no desire-ite ascend when Paul cried out: stiles!” y* ■"Rosetta Viang to Viola Vith a shud der. She had., loved; ah, how devo tedly, a few hours before, afffl though that love had been violently changed to detestation, could she so soon un concernedly tear that he was perish ing ? And was he her father! /, She sobbed her anguish rfpon Viol a’s pitying bosom, while those above her held their breath until the fierce and defiant shout of the conspiratorjje&led upon the ear—and then a tearful crash. , “ All is over!’’ exclaimed Paul. “And now, Rosetta, I forgive you,” he continued, as he descended the lad-' der. “ Come, let us look after those fighters iu the room below. Come, Rosetta,” The party were Soon in the late' prison, but Carlos was dead, —dead,-: with his throat still in the unrelenting jaws of the corpse of the giantess. The hideous form of Raymond lay cold and grim as he had fallen. • “ We have no more business here,” remarked Col. Hartly. “We must take our daughters home, while meas ures are pushed to crush the accom plices of these miserable wretches.” “ Those accomplices will not act now,” said Clara. “ They will await the signal, which will never be given.” “ The conspiracy will die with its leaders,” remarked Captain Allison, “ for as we broke into the house, a man sprang from beneath the steps with the cry— ‘ all is up ! Jackson’s troops are upon us F and escaped in the darkness. Doubtless the belief has spread, and by thiiHime the oonj spirators are hiding themselyjrwich no ' thought but of safety.” W “Before we part,” said Count Ma rio, “I have one question to ask of Paul Araar. And I abjure him by ■ every holy name to speak truly.” “I will not lie, Benditto!” replied the wine-seller. “I am not Benditto. She was Ben ditto, the fortune-teller,” said Mario, as he laid his hand upon Clara’s shoulder. “By means of artful dis guises and great personal resemblance, which we increased by every means in our power, we two have for many years-passed as one. I am Mario, Count di Antelli, of Florence. This is my daughter, lawful wife of him who was called Henri Le Grand in Florence and Victor St. John in Amer ica. Now answer me truly, Paul Amar—ls this maiden, Rosetta, your daughter ?” “I will not lie-—for her mother seems to have risen from the grave to claim her. Rosetta is not my child— though who dare say that I have not loved her with more than a father’s Jove ?”«deiaanded Paul. , ‘iNo one will deny it, my friend,” continued Mario. “And doubtless Inehas glVen the love of an affection ate child to you.” ’ f ' I I • J 1 * * »- •*- ~ GREENVIT.I.E, GEORGIA, WEDNESDAY, JUNE 26, mi. “ No—lie*' was too noble to hem father—yet I loved him—love hio now—will always love blmf ’ sdbbei Rosetta. ■ ■ “ My,sweet said the wine f seller, kissing her- yid pressing her to his bosom. “ Our'lnve makes us father and child. Do nptAsk me,” he coh ;< tinued to Mario, who her father -warf—for will be" barbarous to miotiorv.his riamo i> her presence, pc is He "tooK actoak from a sofa near, and threw it "over Clara’s shoulders, his eyes nobility, as he continued,, ip Your dress distresses my !fdy, and with this cloak.jflyfo it, and such a face above it,;KMKfcfwill- Ije proud to call you mothtejaffi?- ’* •’ - . V 4 ‘ “My mother ? f H."sho. tny mother, in truth ?V exejaimed-, the bjewildered Rose.tta, * ’ ,; * - “ She is, my dhild,. .and doubtlesS’i you will leai-n to lovfe her as’you d’id; ifly poor Rosetta; Aahd’hfhis lady Wiff. love you .as. she wimm/you have always calledyour mothet ypd,”.* said Pahl", .with tearful'diguity. “T .wd I—-I do,”,*said Clara, drawing. Rosetta- to,her bosom, emWaclsg her, F-fqjmcl you itt last; my long-lost C'fa'rwr’.’' “ Let- her.'jbe Rosettaj” ex . claimed Paul,- “ maj'iaot. for get one w r ho fulfilled a tnother’s duty so nobly.” ’""'j.’jf] “ She ShaF,” crie.d Count Mario.' “And now tell us how she fell.-into your hands;”' “ First tell me how-you leayned th(i|’ my true name was Francis George. f y and era antic and Paul, respectfully. . • {t Very pimply,” -sahl Count Mario, sailing, “ I witnessed .your duel with the captain .of Lancers: —I was the surgeon who’accompanied 'him to the field of combat—for I have assumed many disguises during tny search for Henri Le Grand. “ But those phantoms—that of the Emperor—and the doling sCen^fc. replied Count Mario," * 1 hat - - : ■ herless variety of such to meet every kind of inquiry from the superstitious, and every phantom Os my creating is summoned by? its peculiar and fixed signal—by glance or gesture from me to my concealed assis’tapts. A magic lanterp.can work woftden? at times. *. * • ‘Vlsee',” said Paul, '‘.There-are no ghost|’»fterafil” ' He’ tlieff..«ontinued seriotfsJyy. in' ’Jsa(fiap,' tftit.-Rosetta might nos understand.: * ’V Un, Grand poisoned, his wife. £1 a* jfcnhe n»y o u were ‘i^.-’E’Jorence—Cr* leather when you —whoml-have nbV-eri seda 1 until this nigbt4-w6re-. repdftiid'' dead/in France. Ij ’ramoffg other?!, wag’catlled ip to look upon the supposed dcad'Jaody—l shall never-, forget the feaWes of the poisoned..Jady,; as-she Yvf. upon the floor,.to. 'cteacb-' Her child, a more infant, wtjp; .gmrlihg and prattling over the uncoil'-. mother. All knew that ■ the woman had been poisoned, and by -Henri Le Graßjg|pijmsba4d —for'ere, 'she sank into su|j|osed detitdrshe de-’ dared that he haa poi§t>n£tU Wr;with raii orange, and he fled from; Fldrejice to escape the vengeance’ of.-th’o daw, as she retained her sen'scsßong-enough to denounce him. I knew. Le Grand well by sight, as; one of '.the- most extravagant and reckless-gamblers in the city. He was called Ther Ameri can Lord, and had no friends, though many satelites. The relatives of the poisoned lady refused to take charge of the little child, from fear of ; the anger of Cqunt Benditto, your exiled brother, and then the supposed inheritor of your estates. Many, too, said the marriage of Le Grand and Clara Antelli was a sham or a falsehood; and the little child was abont to be placed in an in stitution of charity, when I resolved to adopt it. I was then traveling back to France with my young wife—we had lost the. only child God ever gave us—and-Bjjpr wife, Rosetta, seconded my resolution. The lady was declared dead, the child about to become an outcast upon the bleak charity of the world, we had no time to lose—for I had been recalled to France—so we took .the child and were on our way to .Paris with it, not mora than five hours after itsunother was pronounced dead. I did not even tell my name to any one in Florence, during my brief so journ there, for I had lodged in a small hotel, and was simply designa ted as ‘the French soldier.’ We adopted the child, and I named it Rosetta, the name of my wife. If hen I fled to America, my wife and adopt ed child came with me. We never heard from Florence after that short visit. I saw Henri Le Grand—we called him by another name here, you know —I knew him instantly when I saw him,; the first time'’hfter many years; three-months ago, in my saloon; and you may imagine hpw I trembled lest some unfortunate chance might be tray ay secret to him. Therefore I never allowed him to suspect that 1 had ever seen him before. When Col. Uaartly hinted, to W that Rosetta deved'that man, I was almost struck "dead with horror—for I knew he was her father! I knew no way in which to get rid of him and preserve my Ro setta yto myself, -than tiy killing hira. Fur if I had told him she was his Yould either have scout- fremf me. Ifow you knowmll,” ' y') . ’‘ ♦‘ May Ileaveh bless you as I thank you,’ ’ said Claf'a;' ’grasping the hand of the hor.est wine-seller. “ I recov ered from that seeming death the dEly aft hr your departure, .-and to my half ertzed inquiries for. my child, received bust one ttolditr What .Trench Balmier - ? There SitfndredsAfv French 'soldiers in' £% g.Qing-apd coining. I ltad s to guide my'search, and ftW J' into the belief that Henri hie had. bribed'some- one to steal Id for him. My father returned .'fo- Florence a few weeks after, .and hastened to console We wept in ; eaek -othepV revenge .—vOwed to devote to its pur- left Flore-npeAac'compa- Tadujc,. who. Stands, woun ded’ happy there, and ifci*fdered over ■ aVAPurOpe in pursuit #4he atrocioud filfcte'of my child. My£nc3e., .Goju!*® and 'Con r&tfediiAntelii, sought-iuip disc. Tfap years ago, they were at spa. fsither recognized momentl ~he saw. hht, .’from, her -great resem- me,. at the only .time when.l —'mifl^ryears. defied him to his.facc„-; .1 did nut 'recognize liosefta, though often- Seeing her al> your house-; for myciiild's face was ia my e^6jal, the'sweet, soft face of an' in fant. We are slow in finding a re semblance to ourselves in the face of others, and I never dared to attempt to think hov I looked in my girlhood. WSM? remembered with a shudirei^-t a*mere girlish passion—fierce white it' lasted, hut as ephemeral as unfed fife. Let Rosetta return to your home now. To-morrow we will determine upon the future.” AH.soon after left the house where so much evil had been plotted and .baffled, and all were soon at their re spective homes. But in the yard of that house, upon the damp and bloody pavement, lay a stark and mangled corpse; a human -ruin, terribly shattered and brainkjis* ■half'burled beneath, a mass of JpnMu mortar,- with its once proajj '-and handsome face crushed to a hljlP 6»s horror, and its superb mouldPM( J’orm b'atif, broken, distorted and jUfcsd—its evil soul, fled from ear.tsj -forever. So. died the haughty.- .Victor.. St. John. And the conspiracy died with .him-, for. his genius and daring had been-its life. And when the sun went dewn.-upon the next day, the soldiers of Britain thought not of crying “ B'eauty and Booty" over the bodies of their - defeated generals, but fled like frightened deer from the face of Andrew Jackson, the Hero of the Battle of New Orleans ! When the news arrived, a few weeks later, that' America and England were at peace, Capt Henry Allison led Vi ola Hartly to the altar, and his mother, ill no more, saw the realization of the dream that had cheered her feverish Count Mario, Clara and Rosetta, and old Valid, with Paul Amar, were there ; and at the gay marriage feast that night, our friend, Annette, was chief of cooks and vigilant over all. Her only remark, when she heard of the of death Pierre Rivart, was: “-He’s dead—and I shall never know what became of those spoons!” Henry and his bride soon after sail ed for Florence to become the guests of Count Mario, his daughter and Ro setta. And with them went Yadak and Paul Amar, leaving the young gallants of the Crescent City to sigh over the departure of the heart-free and now light-hearted “ Rosetta , the wine-seller's daughter." Seventy-Year Clocks.— Our brains are seventy-year clocks. The Angel cJ’Life-Winds them up once for all, then closes the ease, and gives the key into the hand of the Angel of the Resurrection. Tie-tac ! tic-tac! go the wheels of thought; our will cannot stop them; they cannot stop them selves ; sleep caunot still them; mad ness only makes them go faster ; death alone can break into the case, and, seizing the ever swinging pendulum which we call the heart, silence at last the clicking of the terrible escapement we have carried so long beneath our wrinkled foreheads. BLIFKHSS, THE FARMER, An’eSpressman brought us a barrel of apples, shq other morning, bearing no mark of the source from whence they come. The expressman said the freight was paid upon them, and we Were left to wonder who the generous dehor might- bo. A^ length it occur red to us that, as Rlukfns had moved out to WaStrtojtn, last year,,and had braggNl somewhat about his apples, it might be. He came in a day or two afcerWarda|toted, on Our putti; : question tb*m9r, fteknowledgjr- the barrel. We thanked 'him very cordially, and he seemed to be a Tittle ashamed that we sh(Wod*f raise his generosty as well, averring Atliat it was nothing at all, and thafethc,gift lad |io generoeity in it, We tjigan to spSjk about fruits, and the pleasure of aceirtg things grow through one’s.own efforts. “Great tiling'this farming!” said he, lookihgup at the.picture «f “ The Sower,’.’ which graces oar waR,. “ It pays, docs itj’-’fwe asked. “ Pays !” he repeated, looking a lit tle unhappily; “ well, yes, perhaps it does; at any rate,' ’tis*well enough to try to think'so.” f *-’ ir&tMl m“ What meap. Wh the season failed you ? have proved fruitful?” -% No.” daid he, from It; -hut jjSpfiteg 1 is- rather uncertaiß-’, thefeire* Apples this You see, WPPteNed ray.f^MfrWatffiovrn, my wife.■fluid to me, ’fail the wife and went to fiu'nHqg. My wife claimed the best planes for flower beds, and left me the. ground beneath the trees for vegetables, which, she said, alwayi||grefa£>etter in theighiMe. I hired a man for arVtpek to dig: up ajqd prepare my ground, and"‘Le]ped' him myself at such odd nmtte; jjfigt ojaiH spare, I bought s of seed, procured a book off watermelons, and a'l went to destruction in the flood. 1, got fouSaiteore' but, though jfrjaejffif ratae up, f!! th§| plants slim, the yte tims, evidently,'bTweak constitutions?’ and the weeds had it all their ownway/ Such I never saw. They couldn't be -hjjled. I positively believe that-, if I'b&d cut them do\yn, before I could tapAivnind they would grow up again g/soT let them grow. They seeqjgd. .nnoyictfentially sent to redeem the char jj&£er*’ es my garden,., and show the !yorM"that something would grow in it. pb&U gratified. SPBut the apples; they were elegant, Jsßjje, and plenty. None, of my neigh |SM»4>ad^y-near as g(jojV and they qpppiMfea apples for. uhany years. ®Sncon Sloperlooked over my garden Wall and said my apples would take’ the first premium at any agricultural ‘ fair in the country, and Sloper was a very conscientious man. “‘Mrs. Blifkins,’ said I, ‘the pro ceeds of those three trees I shall de vote to the purchase of new dresses for you and the girls, and as my coat' is a little threadbare in spots, I shall be able to get me anew one.’ ■ “‘Blifkins,’ said my wife, ‘you must give me credit for seeing the ad vantages of this place; you know I spoke about the apples!’ “ ‘ You did, indeed, my desh-,’ said I, and I felt a glow of admiration for the shrewdness md forethought of that astonishing woman. ‘I had -this ad vantage over Adam,’ I said ;V he Was teirfpted by his Eve with one apple; I was tempted by mine with three trees.’ “She smiled, as though she liked to he caHed. Eve, and a little flattery does not cost much. “How I watched the growth of those apples, and they fairly blushed, though not naturally blush apples, as I gazed upon them. At last, after consultation with Deacon Sloper, I concluded to have them picked, and hired two of my neighbors’ beys to do it for me at fifty cents per day —for I would not have the trees Shaken. I bought them anew ladder and set them about it. They were bothered about the ladder, the first day and didn’t make much progress; th«-*sectmd day they got fairly into the work, and the third it was completed. I was on the spot when the last apple was picked, but just as they Were, taking down the ladder the foot’ of one of them slipped and plunged the ladder right into my bow window, where Mrs. Blifkins’ choice flowera were. “ 1 You will drive me to distraction, Mr. Blifkins,’ said my wife, appearing at the breach like a soldier ready to defend it. ‘Yog have had a spite against those flowers, and now I hope you are .satisfied.’ “ 1 assured her that malice was not NO. 31- a part of my nature, and-appealed to her as a sensible woman to gay wheth er I would be likely to manifest such a disposition at such expense as waa involved in the destruction of the win dow ; but she wouldn't see through the argument, though she could easily Bee through the broken window. < “The ladder was likewise broken by the fall, and the boys,, though a little terrified at first, ra'ther liked it, their fear being forgotten *sn the do raestio cloud that had- suddenly come over the landscape. M The apples were put in the new barrels I had bought for them, at thirty cents apiece, and I sent for a carpenter to come and head them up, which he did. But apples are a spe cies of capital unprofitable as an in vestment unless circulated, and I de termined to send three barrels to mar ket, after waiting a day or two see if any one would apply for them! I found that Deacon Sloper bad man aged to sell all his, though they were not nearly so good as mine. I accord ingly sent three barrels uv by express, which cost twenty-five cents per bar- had them left at a friend’s for sale, » The first barrel he opened re vealed a~ lamentably braised appe ar aaefe. ' * They were as speckled as ♦tough they had been suddenly struck #tb some cutaneous distemper. The second were ditto, the third ditto. The hoys had, indeed, been careful in picking the-apples, hut they had drop ped* them from the tree into the bar rel, and the effeet, unperceived at first, was now very apparent. A few days ago I went in to see if my friend had sold them. “ Sold them !” said he, sardonically, and I thought rather unkindly, ‘ I couldn't give ’em away.’ “ ‘ What ? said I, in astonishment, with a large discount on the profits looking up in the distance. .. “’Jiouldn't give ’em. away,’ he re peated. I managed to get one bar rel off at seventy seats, to a boarding- hare credited yo|l ; wjjjr amount aiui allowed it as commission.’ “He handed me seventy cents, which |*3?poeketed in silence and went home, so, “ ‘ Mrs. Blifkins,’ said I, on my re turn, ‘it’s all up.’ pb ‘“So you’ve been saying all elec tion time,’ said she. h-. “‘ I mean our apple speculation-—it don’t pay.’ “ I told her the story, and she forth with proceeded to give me that com fort which she is so well calculated to bestow. ‘“You should have known better, Mr. Blifkins,’ said she; ‘but you are perfectly stupid in all such matters. You couldn’t ask my advice about it— oh no! If you had come to me L could have told you—told you—that the whole would be a failure—and the window broke—and my gilliflowers all gone to shoestrings—but you will never be persuaded—’ “I left her in the middle of her speech, convinced that the apple trade is more profitable when conducted > with a basket or a stand like that of the philosopher in front of your win dow. If I catch an apple blossom on one of those trees next spring I’ll pluck ’em off.” This was Blifkins’ first experience in farming. How Hoonuman Monkeys Hill Snakes. The banyan tree is the favored hab itation of these monkeys; and among its many branches they play strange antics, undisturbed by any foes ex cepting snakes. These reptiles are greatly dreaded by the monkeys, and with good reason. However, it is said that the monkeys kill many more snakes in proportion to their loss, and do so with a cnriously refined cruelty. A snake may be coiled among the branches of the bunyan, fast asleep, when it is spied by a Hoonuman. Af ter satisfying himself that the reptile really is sleeping, the monkey steals upon it noiselessly, grasps it by Die neck, tears it from the branch, and hurries with it to the ground. He then runs to a flat stone, and begins to grind down the reptile’s head upon it, grinning and chattering with de light at the writhing* and useless struggles of, the occasionally inspecting bis-work to see how it is progressing. When he has rubbed away.the animal’s jaws, so as to deprive it of its poisoned fangs, he holds great rejoicings oyur'Ms helpless foe, and tossing - iTTo the yopng mon keys, Iqpks oh complacently at its de struction. To be happy, the passions must be cheerful and gay, not gloomy and melancholy. A propensity to Iwpe and joy is real riches; one to fear and-sorrow, real poverty.