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every thing, in order to find one miscra- j
ble idea; beyond the jabber about art, and
the perception of art, and what not, —they 1
can do nothing: and if they ever feel as if
they must bring forward into daylight a
pair of ideas, their terrible coldness shews
their great distance from the sun; it is a
Laplandish labor.”
“Your judgment appears to me much
too severe. At least you must be satis
fied with the magnificent representations
in the theatre.”
I prevailed upon myself to go once
more into the theatre, in order to hear
my young friend’s opera—bow is it call
ed ?—Ah ! the whole world is in this
opera! The spirits of Orcus pass through
the motley crowd of dashing men ;—every
thing in it has a voice, and an all
powerful sound; —the deuce, 1 mean Don
Giovanni! But I could not endure the
overture, which was rattled over in great
haste, without feeling or skill; and I had
prepared myself for it by fasting and!
prayer !"
“ Even though I must allow, that Mo
zart’s master pieces are, for the most
part, neglected here in an almost unac
countable manner, still the works of
Gludk certainly are represented in a style
worthy of them.”
“Do you think so? I wished, at one
time, to hear Iphigenia in Tauris. As I
go into the theatre, I hear, that they are
performing the overture of Iphigenia in
Aulis. Hem! think I, a mistake! they
are representing this Iphigenia ; I am in
amazement, as the andante commences,
with which the Iphigenia in Tauris be
gins, and the storm follows. There is
an interval of twenty years between them.
The whole action, the whole well-arrayed
exposition of the tragedy is wholly lost.
A calm sea ; —a storm; —the Greeks are
shipwrecked ; the opera is there ! —What!
has the composer written the overture at
random, that like « trumpet-piece it may
be sounded away, when and how they
please ?”
“ I allow the blunder. However, all is
done with a view to bring Gluck's works
into favor.
“ Yes,” he said drily, and then laughed
a bitter and more bitter laugh. Sudden
ly he arose, and nothing could detain
him. In a moment he had, as it were,
disappeared, and for several successive
days I sought him in the park, but in
vain.
* * • * #
Some months had elapsed, when, upon
a cold, rainy evening, I had staid late in
a distant part of the city, and was now
hastening back to my lodgings in Freder
ick St. I had to pass by the theatre; the ]
sounding music,—trumpets and kettle
drums.—reminded me that Gluck’s Ar-'
mida was just then representing, and 1
was upon the point of going in, when a j
strange soliloquy, close by the window, I
where almost every tone of the orchestra
could be heard, attracted my attention.
“ Now comes the King;—they are play
ing the march; — O, strike, strike the ket
tledrums ! —’T is right gay ! yes, yes, they
must play it eleven times to day,—other
wise the march has not march enough.—
Ha! ha!— maestoso; —dragon, children.
—See, there is a figurante entangled with
Iter shoe string. Right, for the twelfth
time ! and always thundered but on the
dominant!— O ye eternal powers, that
will never end. Now he makes his com
pliment;—Armida humbly thanks him; —
yet again ? Right, there are yet two
soldiers wanting ! Now will they bluster
into the recitative. —What evil spirit has
banished me to this spot ?”
‘‘ The ban is dissolved," said I. ;
“ Come!”
I hastily seized my strange being of
the Park, — for no other was the solilo
quist,—by the arm', and drew him along
with me. He seemed surprised, and fol
lowed me in silence. YVu were alrcadv
in Frederick street, when he suddenly
stood still.
“ I know you ;” said he, “ you were in
the Park; —we talked much; —I drank
wine, heated myself, afterwards the
Euphon sounded two days through;—l
have endured much, —it is over !”
“ I rejoice, that chance has again
brought you to me. Let us become bet
ter acquainted with each other. I dwell
not far from Here. What say you to it ?”
“ I cannot and must not go to visit' any
one.”
“ N ay, you shall not escape me; I will
go with you.”
Then you must run a couple of hun
dred steps with nffe. But vou were wish
ing to go into the Theatre’”
j “ I wished to hear the Armida, but
now
“ You shall now hear the Armida!
| come l"
We went up Frederick street in silence, j
! Suddenly he bent into a cross street, and
! I could scarcely follow him, so rapidly
! did he run down the street, till he stopped
at last before a mean looking house, lie
knocked for some, time, when the door
was at last opened. Groping in the dark
we reached the stair-case, and a chamber
in the upper story, the door of which my
conductor carefully closed. I heard vet
another door open; immediately after,
lie came in with a lighted lamp, and the I
'sight of the strangely furnished chamber
| surprised me not a little. Old fashioned j
I chairs, richly ornamented, a clock with;
i gilded case, and a broad heavy mirror,)
gave to the whole the gloomy appearance;
of superannuated splendour. In thecen-j
tre stood a small piano forte, upon it a j
large inkstand of porcelain, and by that
lay some quires of music paper. A closer
glance at these preparations for compos-j
ing persuaded me, however, that nothing;
could have been written for some time;!
for the paper had turned yellow, and thick
cobwebs covered the inkstand. The man
walked up to a cupboard in the corner of;
the chamber, which 1 had not before ob
served, and as lie drew away the curtain, |
I perceived a row of handsomely bound j
books, with gold letters ; “ Orfes, Armida,
Alceste, Iphigenia, &x.” —in short, I saw
Gluck’s pieces standing there together.
“You possess Gluck’s complete works,”
cried 1.
He made no answer, but his mouth!
twisted itself into a convulsive smile, and j
the play of the muscles in the sunken j
cheeks in a moment distorted the couute-j
nance into a horrible mask. With his
gloomy glance bent immovably upon me,
he seized one of the books—it was the*
Armida—and walked solemnly to the I
piano. I opened it quickly, and raised
the folded music frame. He appeared;
pleased with this. He opened the book,
and who can paint mv astonishment! 1
I
beheld ruled leaves, but with not a single
note written.
lie began: “Now will 1 play the over
ture! Turn you the leaves over, and in
the right time!" I promised to do so,
and now lie played, nobly and skilfully,
with complete accords, the majestic tem
po di Marcia , with which the overture
begins, almost perfectly true to the origi
nal; but the allegro was interwoven only
with Gluck’s principal .ideas, lie intro
duced so many new, animated turns, that
my astonishment was continually increas
ing. His modulations were particularly
striking, without becoming sharp, and he
bad the power of annexing to the simple
principal ideas so many melodious embel
lishments, that they always seemed to he
returning in anew and more youthful
form. Ui3 countenance glowed ; now his
eyebrows contracted, and a long cancenl
ed scorn would powerfully break forth;
now his eyes swam in tears of the deepest
grief. Sometimes, when both hands were
laboring upon the skilful harmonies lie
sang the Thcma with an agreeable tenor
voice; then, in a most singular manner,
he would imitate with his voice the hol
low tone of the sounding kettledrum. 1
diligently turned over the leaves, while I
followed his eye. 'Pile overture was end
ed, and he fell back exhausted, with closed
eyes, into the arm chair. Soon, however,
he raised himself again, and, as he turned
: over several blank leaves of the book, lie
[said, with a hollow voice,—
| “ All this Sir, did I compose, ns 1 came
out from the kingdom of dreams. But I
betrayed the holy to the unholy, and an
ice-cold hand seized on this glowing
heart. It did not break ; then was I con
demned to wander among the unholy, like
a solitary Spirit:—without form, until the
sunflower again raise me to*the eternal !
—Ah! now let us sing Arinida’s Scene.
Now he sang the closing scene of the
Armida, with an expression which pene
trated my inmost heart. Here, also, he
varied, in a remarkable manner, from the
peculiar original. But his altered music
was still Gluck’s, only, as it were, in
higher power. Every thing that hatred,
love, despair, madness, can express in the
strongest lines, he powerfully collected in
his tones, llis voice seemed like that of
a young man, for from a deep hollowness
it swelled up to a penetrating strength,
j All my fibres trembled; I was beside my-j
self. When he had ended, I threw my
self into liis arms, and cried, with a sub
dued voice, “What is that? Who are vou?”
He rose, and surveyed ine with a scri-*
BRUNSWICK ADVOCATE.
ous, penetrating glance; but as I was
about to ask him further questions, he
slipped, with the candle, through the
door, and left me in darkness. Nearly a
quarter of an hour had elapsed; I des
paired of seeing him again, and sought,
guided by the position of the piano forte,
to open the door, when he suddenly re
entered, with! the light in his hand, in an
embroidered court dress, and a rich vest,
with a sword by his side.
I gazed in surprise; he came solemnly
to me, took me softly by tbe hand, and
said, with a singular smile, “lam the
Chevalier (/luck!”
AMUSING.
The following amusing "Intelligence we too
are willing to publish. It seems to show that
there are others besides ourselves who think
the harbor of Savannah inconvenient and un
healthy. J. L. Pettigru, General Bris
bane and Gov. Hamilton, are names the au
thority of which has heretofore been some
what extensively appreciated. Wc fear how
ever, that they have now lost favor at Savannah.
[From the Savannah Republican]
We find the following amusing intelligence
given in a letter to the editor of the Darien
Teligraph, from whose columns we extract
it. In these sombre days of common-place
life we like to seize upon every thing that can
excite a smile:
Among the lions in Milledgeville at present,
are J. L. Pettigru, Esq. of South Carolina, and
General Brisbane, the engineer, of the same
slate. Some Utopian project lias been started
by the latter gentleman, (or is warmly advocat
ed by him,) to build a town below Savannah
at Five Fathom’. The idea is spread here
very industriously, that Savannah is un
healthy in summer—that seamen die—and
that vessels of large burden cannot load at
the wharves, out must take in a large portion
of their cargoes at Five Fathom. To do away
with those imaginary obstacles it is proposed
to erect a city at Iho latter place, which is to
throw the city of Oglethorpe, into the shade.
A meeting was held at Beecher and Browns,
in this city, on Monday night last, for that
purpose. We heard of the design late on that
evening,hut the weather being bad, and locomo
tion rather a hazardous affair on a wet night, in
this metropolis, we did not attend. We have
heard though, that old Savannah will not he
overwhelmed altogether by the proceedings of
tiiat meeting, and it is prybnble that the mag
nates who hatched the design will never be
able to do more than make a paper city, neat
ly lithographed, to which will be append
ed a glowing description of the magnifi
cence of the subject. We have heard that
Gov. Hamilton and Mr. Pettigru, favor the
plan, but even the greatest names can make
no more of it than a bubble.
; It. is amusing to hear those who are unac
quainted w ith the many advantages of such
places as Savannah and Darien, conversing
on the great injury commerce sustains by those
towns not being situated nearer the sea. This
; is a grand argument against them; hut those
who use it forget that Mobile is thirty miles
from the ocean—and that New Orleans is six
jty ! Hence w e have two of the largest com
; mercial cities in the Union located several
miles from the sea, on the banks of rivers, no
way superior to the Savannah or the Ahtamaha!
People should remember that it is the country
that makes the city—that the more central
the situation the better; and that the conveni
-1 dice of the producer of our staples, is to he
consulted, as well as the facilities for loading
and unloading. Indeed, it is a well known
! fact that foreign shipmasters do not wish to
I take in all their cargoes at the wharves, hut
; prefer leaving a portion of them to ho con
; veyed to them by lighters. Their object in
this, is to keep their crews together, and to
avoid desertion. From a perfect acquaintance
with Savannah, we should say that no real ob
stacle exists to keep her from becoming the
emporium of the South. All she requires is
energy and perseverance on the part of her
i citizens, ami her prosperity is certain. She
cannot he kept down, even by sectional jeal
ousy; for nature is superior to all the mach
inations of the designing; and every true Geor
gian should feel a just—a noble pride in as
sisting to raise Savannah to the eminence
1 which is her right, and which she must one day
attain. C. M.
C?*Wc have heretofore published the O’-
Connell correspondence and the letter of Gen.
Hamilton stating what he did and more par
ticularly what he would have done tinder cer
tain circumstances. We now give Mr. Sto
-1 venson’s rejoinder.
Mb. STEVENSON AND Mr. O'CONNELL.
The Richmond Compiler of Monday
contains ’lie following Letter, copied from
i the “London Mail” of October 30, w hich
we have not before met with:
TO TIIE Flit TOR OF THE EVENING MAIL.
Sin: 1 did not see until my return from
Scotland the no*e addressed by Mr. O
COvNEi.t. stunt?"wx'eks ago iu The editor
of the Chronicle, purporting to give an ex
planation of the correspondence which had
passed between us, and which I deemed
it proper to make public. I did not in
tend to be drawn into any discussion of
the subject of domestic slavery us it exists
in the United States, nor to give any ex
planation of the motives or circumstances
under which 1 have acted.
Disposed to regard Mr.'O’Connell as a
man of honor, 1 was induced to take the
course I did: whether justifiable or not,
the world will now decide. Tbe tone and
purport of his last note (in which he dis
avows responsibility for any thins be may
say) precludes any other notice from me
than to say that the charge which he has
thought proper again to repeat, of my be
ing a breeder of slaves for sale and traffic,
: is wholly destitute of truth; and that I am
warranted in believing it has been made
J by him without the slightest authority.—
Such, too, I venture to say, is the case in
relation to his charge of slave-breeding in
Virginia.
I make this declaration, not because I
admit Mr. O’Connell’s right to call for it,
but to prevent my silence from being mis
interpreted.
A. STEVENSON.
23 Portland Place, Oct. 29.
THE LAST STEAMBOAT EXPLOSION
that we have heard of, we mean :
The boilers of the steamer Augusta, upon
the Mississippi river, with her inspector’s cer
tificates duly signed and exhibited, no doubt,
blew up a few miles below Vicksburg on the
4th ult., tearing the boat to pieces, and killing
from twenty-five to thirty hands and passen
gers. We extract the following:
The Augusta is one of the most frightful
fragments of destruction we have ever seen.
The boilers and whole machinery are rent in
to trifling pieces; the Social Hall and its ap
purtenances are shattered into atoms, and near
ly the entire main cabin is swept away, a ve
ry small portion of it, next to the ladies’ being
all that is left, and that in such a split up con
dition as to tell us plainly the dreadful extent
of the explosion.
The names of most of the passengers dead
and missing are not yet known; the Augusta
was, however, not very full of passengers.
With our present information, we forbear men
tioning the names of some who are thought
to be on board; but, on the Augusta coining
down this morning, in tow of the Hail Colum
bia, w e found there were five persons on board
dead, and their bodies wofully mutilated, and
fifteen persons more or less wounded, of whom
the medical gentleman whom we consulted
thinks that not more than three or four will
recover; some are expected to die in the course
of the day.
The Captain is missing, and the Clerk dead.
Twenty-eight deck hands and firemen were
on board, and when they called them togeth
er some time after the explosion, only eight
could be mustered.
The pilot at the wheel (with his pilot-box)
w’as blown upwards of fifteen feet, and con
trived to get ashore by using one side of the
pilot-box. The bodies of those dead and
wounded are much discolored and disfigured,
presenting a heart-rending spectacle. There
were no ladies on hoard.
.Yatchcz, December 4, 1638.
Daring Villainy. —The Macon Messenger
of the 20t.1i ilist says The most daring at
tempt to fire our Cotton Warehouses and City,
was made on Monday last, about one o’clock.
While all the persons who attend on them \
were absent at dinner, fire was communicated
to three warehouses, one in two places, and
another in three. It seems, that by an almost
miraculous interference, all the fires were dis
covered before they had made much progress,
. and were easily subdued. A most extensive
1 amPflestructivc fire must have ensued, had the
discovery been a few moments later, as two
of the warehouses were near the centre of the
city. No facts have yet come to light to show
by whom the fires were set, or what particular
object the incendiaries had in view—but it is
! certain that there was a well concerted plan
| for the conflagration ; and probably one for
| plunder, which was defeated by the failure of
, the other.
Loss of the ship John Taylor. —The Mo
bile Examiner, of the 25th inst. says—We
learn with much regret that this fine ship,
while lying at Cedar Point, receiving her car
go, accidentally took fire from the caboose,
and was, with 200 bales of cotton, entirely
consumed. The accident occurred on Sun
day. Capt. Prindle, who was on hoard at the
time, came up to the city in the Giraffe yes
terday, the bearer of this disastrous intelligence.
The captain and crew it is said lost all their
individual effects. We learn that the cotton
was insured.
Canada. —We have late accounts from
both Provinces, but they do not contain
any thing very interesting. The Cana
dadian Judges who had issued a warrant
to have brought before them tw>o of the
prisoners accused of treasonable practi
ces, have been suspended by Sir John
Colbornc. The Court Martial at Kings
ton continues to try and condemn the pris
oners taken near Prescott. [N. Y. Cour.
Judge Baldwin of the U. S. Supreme
Court, is visited with something like men
tal paralysis. He has been once before
thus visited, but wholly recovered.
Mr. Grundy, U. S. Attorney General, is
in a very reduced state, from a pulmonary
attack.
The Boston Daily Advertiser mentions
the total distraction by fire on Monday
night, the 17th inst. of the large Saw Mill
situated on the “Dyke,” leading from the!
Roxbury Branch of the Mill Dam to Tre-;
moot street, and known as Baldwin’s
Mills. The fire is supposed to have been !
communicated by the sparks from the
Locomotive of the evening train on the’
Providence Rail Road which passes close'
by. Estimated loss $20,000.
Wc 1 earn from the New York Express ;
that the bakers of that city make great
complaints of the short weight of Flour.— !
It appears from the statement of the ba
kers, that nearly every barrel of flour
which they .purchase is seriously short of
its legal weight which is 190 lbs. The,
deficiency ranges from 2 to 18 lbs. upon
a barrel; and in one instance, a baker;
found it to be not less than 35 lbs. This i
loss is independent of that by tare, or j
weight of wood in the barrel, which upon j
the average, is said to be about 2 lbs. per
barrel, more than is regularly allowed for I
tare.
Boat Racf.. —The race between the
boats Lizard and Snake, took place yes
terday afternoon according to appoint
ment. The former beat her competitor,
coining out between two and three huti-,
dred yards ahead. The distance run was
about two and a half miles. Although
there was a slight rain, and the weather
unfavorable because of the cold, the race
was witnessed by a considerable concourse !
of people.—[Georgian 28th ult I
[From the Cincinnati Whig, Dec. 10.]
Murder.—An atrocious murder was
committed in this city on Friday night last,
at a house of ill fame, by a man (retained
in the establishment,) of the name of
Thomas Butler, who with a Bowie knife,
stabbed a young man by the name of
James T. White, a clerk in a Commission
House on Broadway. Mr. White was mar
ried, but his wife is not residing in the city.
We understand that some disturbance
took place in an upper room of the estab
lishment, (but with which Mr. White had
nothing to do,) which attracted the no
tice of Butler who immediately started
for the scene of riot. In going up stairs,
he met Mr. White coming down, and in
stantly gave him two fatal stabs in the re
gion of the heart, and, (so far as is known,)
without the slightest provocation. White
died almost instantly. Butler made his
escape, and has not yet been arrested.
The Mayor offers a rewafd of s2so* for
his apprehension.
Shipwreck.— The schr. Estell fy Son,
from New-York, for Jacksonsville, (E. F.)
with a cargo of Hay and Bricks, was lost
on St. Johns Bur about the 11th inst.—
Part of the cargo saved—vessel totally
lost.
The Rail Road—Right of Way.—
The right of the Railroad Company to
take private property for the construction
of the road, was lately brought into ques
tion at Columbia, and after full argument
solemnly decided in favor of the Compa
ny, by the whole Bench of Chancellors
and common law Judges. The question
is therefore now finally settled in South-
Carol in a. [Constitutionalist.
The Canal tolls of the State of Ohio
for the last year are stated to be-$415,000,
shewing an increase of nearly SIOO,OOO
over those of the preceding twelve months.
What a picture does this present of the
prosperity of a Commonwealth in which
fifty years since scarcely a white man re
sided. Such however are the necessary
consequences of free institutions sustained
by enterprize, and they speak volumes in
favor of governments .that only interfere
with their people so far as to aid and pro
tect their industry. Here we have the
internal improvements of a young State
furnishing not far from half a million of
interest a year on its invesments.
[Savannah Georgian.
Sugar Crop.— The Planter’s Banner
of Franklin (Attakapas) of 13th inst.
states that in three weeks the process of
sugar making will be completed. Many
of the planters have already finished and
are busily engaged in shipping. Although
the crop is considered a good one, still it
will fall short of what was, some weeks
ago, anticipated; as the loss by frost, par
ticularly on the coast, has been severe.—
The sugar which has been manufactured
in Attakapas, is said to be of a very fine
quality—finer than that of any former sea
son.—[Charleston Mercury.
Indiana, one of the newest of our states,
is now making a canal four hundred and
forty-four miles long. This great work,
the Wabash Canal, is to reach from Man
hattan, at the mouth of the Maumee Riv
er, to Terre Haute, on the Wabash, three
hundred and ten miles; thence by a cross
cut twenty-four miles, to the Centra! Canal,
and down the southern section of that one
hundred and ten miles, to Evansville, on
the Ohio River, in the southwestern part
of Indiana, making a total distance of four
hundred and forty-four miles. The sum
mit level about two hundred feet above
Lake Erie is at Fort Wayne. Upwardsof
one hundred miles west of Wayne is now
ready for navigation, and the whole will
be completed by October, 1839.
We learn from the Journal, that a fatal
rencontre occurred at the Galt House, in
Louisville on the night of the loth inst.,
between Judge Wilkinson, Dr. A. Wil
kinson and Mr. Munio, of Mississippi,
and Mr. Reading and three or four friends
of that city. A general fight took place
between the parties, the Mississippi gen
tlemen being armed with bowie knives.
Mr. Meek, a bar-keeper in the Wall street
House, was struck dead with a Bowie
knife; Mr. John Rothwell had a kife pass
ed through his lungs and died th*u next
day: Mr. Holmes, a steam boat Pilot, was
badly cut. Mr. Reading and his friends
displayed no arms during the contest.—
The Mississippi party w,et.e all arrested
and placed in confinement.
On Judging Justly. — A perfectly just
run? sound mind is a rare and im»|unble
gift. But it is still much more ™usual
to see a migd unbiassed in all its actions.
God has given this soundness of mind but
to few; a very small number of those few
escape the bias of some predilection, per
haps habitually operating; and none are at
all times, and perfectly free. I once sa%
this subject forcibly illustrated. A watch
maker told me that a gentlemen had put
an excellent watch into his hands that
went irregularly. It was as perfect a.piece
of work ns was ever made. He took it to
pieces, and put it together again twenty
times. No manner of defect was discover
ed, and yet the watch went tolerably. At
last it struck him that possibly the balance
wheel might have been near a magnet.—
On applying a needle to it he found his
suspicions true. Here was all the mis
chief. The steel-works in the other parts
of the watch went as well as possible with
anew wheel. If the soundest mind be
magnetised by any predilection it must
act irregularly,—[Cecil
A Fable. — And how did it happen
Pat, that Misther Van Buren always kept
in with the ould general as he did ?” .
“ Why, I’m thinking, Murphy, it was
because he always had sich a bad cowld
“ And what had his having a cowldlto
do with the matter at all at all?” *
“ Why, did ye niver hear, Murphy, my
?<n y ’ °n thC f ° X that had a cowld ?—thin
tell ye. Once there was a lion that
wanted to know how polite all the bastes
were so he made a great smell in his den
with brimstone or something else; I don’t
mind what jist, but it smelt enough to
knock yer down intirely, and then he
called m the bearr, and says he, “Good
morning tye Misther Bearr, and what
and ye think of the smell here this morn
ing?” And says the bearr, says he, “ Why
it smells bad.” ‘What’s that you say?
says the lion ;’ ‘ take that,’ says he, aitincr
him up altogether— ‘take that, and see if
it will teach yer politeness, ye unmanner
ly son of a cub.”
So when the bearr was ate up, the lion
called hi the monkey, and asked him the
same question precisely.—Now the mon
key seeing the bearr that the lion had
swallowed lying dead in the corner, says
he, ‘ May it plase yer majesty,’ says he,
‘ it’s jist the most delightful smell I ever
smelt in my life at all at all.’ ‘So it is,’
said the lion, patting him on the head
with his paw asy like, so as to bate the
breath clane out of his body—* so it is,’
says he, ‘ and now you’ll not tell another
lie soon, I’m thinking.’
Now when the lion had kilt the bearr
and the monkey, he called in the fox to
him, and says he, looking very savage and
all ready to eat him up if he should make
the laste fox paw at all—‘Good morning,
Fox,’ says he, * how does my parlor smell
to-day?’ And says the fox', (wiping his
nose with the brush of his tail, and pull
ing down his eyelid with his paw, as much
as to say, ‘ do ye see any green there, my
honey?’) ‘faith,’ says he, ‘ may it plase
yer majesty, I’ve a very bad cowld this
morning, and it’s me that can’t smell at
all at all.’ So the lion laughed and
tovvld the fox he was a very clever baste,
and that he might tread in his footstaps if
he could straddle wide enough, and all
the other bastes should mind him or he
would ate them up as he had done the
bearr.”
THE PRINTER’S LOVE.
We love to see a boat arrive,
Well laden, to our shore ;
We love to see our neighbors thrive,
And love to bless the poor.
We love all this, but, far above
All that we ever said,
We love—what every printer loves—
To sec subscriptions paid '.
Woman’s Kindness. —Mr. F. Grum
mf.t, M. P. relates the following incident
; which occurred while he was passing
I through a small village near Rochefort, as
I a prisoner, under a military escort. It
| will show, to those acquainted only with
modern custogis, the value of the kindness
formely practised, in washing the feet of
strangers. St. Paul, in enumerating the
deeds of kindness which especially recom
mended aged widows to the kindness of
the church, says: “If she have lodged
strangers, if she have washed the saints’
feet, if she have relieved the afflicted,” &.C.:
“I had obtained a fresh supply of can
vass for my feet, which were much blister
ed, and extremely sore; but this was soon
worm out, and I suffered dreadfully. A
bout noon, we halted in the market-place
of a small town, bearing every mark of
antiquity—l think it was Melle—to rest
and refresh. To escape the sun, I took
my seat on an old tea-chest, standing in
front of a huckster’s shop, and removed
my tattered moccasins. Whilst doing
this, an elderly lady came out of the shop,
! accompanied by a young girl very prettily
; dressed, and ‘Pauvre garcon!’—‘Pauvre
I prisonnier!’—were uttered by both. The
girl, with tears in her eyes, looked at my
lacerated feet, and then, without saying a
yord, returned to the house. In a few
minutes afterwards she 'reappeared, but
her finery had been taken off, and she car
ried a large bowl of warm water in her
hands. In a moment the bowl was placed
before nte, she motioned me to put in my
feet, which I did, and down she went up
on her knees, and washed them in the
most tender manner. Oh! what luxury
was that half hour! The elder female
brought me food, while the
having performed her office, wrapped up
my feet in soft linen, and then fitted on a
pair of her mother’s shoes.
“Hail, Woman, hail! last formed in Eden’s
bowers,
’Midst humming streams and fragrance-breath
ing flowers;
Thou art, ’inid light and gloom, through good
and ill,
Creator s glory—man’s chief blessing still.
Thou calin st our thoughts, as halcyons calm
the sea,
Sooth st in distress, when servile minions flee;
And nh! without thy sun-bright smiles below,.
Life were a night, and earth a waste of wo!”
“During the process above mentioned,
numbers had collected round, and stood
silently witnessing so angelic an act of
charity. ‘Eulalie’ heeded them not, but
when her task was finished, she raised her
head, and a sweet smile of gratified pleas
ure beamed on her face.”—[London paper.
Credit. —A boy at a crossing having,
begged something of a gentleman, the lat
ter told him he would give him something
as he came back. The boy replied “Your
honor would be surprised ifyou knew how
much money I lost by giving credit in that
way.”