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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.”