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a mesalliance is a source at once of ridicule
and misery.”
The lady could only answer by a sigh.
” I have attained,” said he, “ high rank
in the imperial service ; and 1 owe it to the
emperor's goodness, and to my own char
acter, not to suffer that rank to be degraded
in the person of my child. I owe it to that
child, herself, not to suffer the passion and
precipitancy of her youth to lay up misery
For the rest of her days. Those, madam,
are maxims so essential, that to violate them
is to violate the common obligations of so
ciety, to offend public decorum, and to incur
misfortune, with the additional pain that it
is the offspring of our own folly.”
The widow wrung her hands. “ Then
my son must die !” were the only words
she uttered.
The general was moved, lightly pressed
her hand, and she saw upon it a tear—but
she also saw him rise from his chair, and
move slowly toward the door of the apart
ment. One moment more, and all must be
lost. She rushed after him, and implored a
moment’s audience. As he turned round,
she threw up her veil, and he, tor the first
time, saw her face. The light of recollec
tion passed along his features. With one
hand grasping his arm, with the other she
drew a letter from her bosom.
“ Read this,” said she, “ General Von
Schuleuberg, and tell me whether it, too,
was the offspring of folly and deception !”
The general, overcome by emotion, sank
into a chair. He had recognized his own
hand -writing at the instant; and, as lie read,
his emotions were visible in the changes of
his manly countenance. It was the indig
nant letter in which he had taken leave of
the court, the Tyrol, and the lady of his love
together. Every line, as lie traced its half
faded characters, was an eloquent and forci
ble contradiction of every word that he had
but just spoken. All the arguments of the
man of camps and courts found contemptu
ous refutation in the glowing sentiments of
the youth speaking the dictates of passion
and nature.
The general had seen a varied career.—
On leaving the Austrian service, he had
thrown himself into all the daring of a vol
unteer’s life; distinguished for his intelligence
and intrepidity in the campaigns of Russia,
alike against Persian, Turk, and French
man, and at length had been summoned
back to the service ofhis country in the des
perate struggle of 1809. Rut all was now
peace; France was biokcn down, and the
dashing volunteer was the gorgeous general.
Yet bis original nature was suppressed, not
extinguished. The embroidered uniform,
loaded with orders, might constrain, but it
could not control the native man ; and he
often thought of the Tyrol, and the cup of
unspeakable joy and grief which lie had
tasted there.
“In the name of heaven, where was this
letter found 1” was his exclamation.
“ Where it has been kept these five-and
twenty years, Theodore,” was the trembling
reply.
“Adela! my own Adela!” pronounced
the general, as his lips touched her forehead.
She fainted in his arms.
“My son, my son must live!” was her
first utterance on reviving.
“Your son is mine!” was the answer.
The recollections, the delights, the fond
and deep feelings of such an hour aie un
speakable.
On that night the court circle were aston
ished by the two fold intelligence, that the
general, who had been a widowet for some
years, was to be a widower no longer; ami
that the young culprit was not to be shot
next morning, but to be married next week.
The news was received with a marked
difference by the Indies. The general had
long been a capital prize in the scheme of
thejiiatrimnuial lottery, and it was vexatious
to see it carried off by a stranger, of whom
nothing was known, and who was evidently
nobody. The monopoly of the fair Rosan
na was a matter of another order; she be
ing a handsome rival, extinguished on the
spot, and so fur easily dispensed with by
lips less coral, tresses less raven, and eyes I
less dazzling. One week [more, however,
set the whole affair out of doubt. The
Emperor Francis, was seen in his imperial
chamber, signing the marriage contract be
tween Theodore Von Schulenberg, Lieu
tenant General, Knight of a dozen orders,
Colonel of the Gtenadiers of the Guards,
ect., and Adela, Princess of Waldemar, net
Wolfenstein ; Francis, his usual bun
hommic, congratulating himself “ that he
had saved the life of the young cornet at the
Eetition of his mother, and that he al >ue had
rought about a happy reconciliation be
tween all parties.’’ So much for the good
deeds of emperors in Germany and else
where. The marriage-day came. The
Princess Waldemar was acknowledged to
be the most distinct person in the world
from Madame Von Lindorf. The hand
some matron of forty-five, with the immense
estates of the Wolfenstein family reclaimed
in her right by the emperor, and covered
cap-a-pce with diamonds—was declared by
the whole circle, chamberlains, aides-de
camp, princes, and poets, to he the perfec
tion of youth and beauty. Her appearance
was certainly noble ; and her countenance,
which had never lost its original loveliness,
had all the animation of hope and happiness.
The young Theodore and his Hosanna
made an exquisite pendant to the group;
and, at the supper given by the emperor oil
(be nuptials, Francis declared “ that no oc
currence of his life had given him greater
satisfaction; that, though lie supremely
honored nobility, lie saw no possible reason
why valor should not be as good as pedi
gree ; why handsome young men should not
please and be pleased by handsome young
women, without asking leave of the ‘ lie
rald’soffice;’ and, with tesjiect to the young
pair, that, though he valued subordination
as the soul of an army, yet ho was by no
means disposed to deny that a brave officer,
very much in love, had every right to chal
lenge every body who Stood in his way, from
a subaltern to a field-marshal; while the idea
of shooting him in return for so natural an
act, was among the most atrocious violences
of human tyranny. For his own put t, he
was the father of his people ; he felt alike
for them all, from peasant to prince; and,
though he wholly disproved of mcsuH tames,
yet, if he thought that lie had thwarted a
single marriage of affection for any reason
whatever, he should feel the marble lie hea
vy on his grave.” Some smiled at this ef
fusion of imperial sensibility, but all ap
plauded ; and the little man of feeling went
to his pillow that night, acknowledging to
every chamberlain round him,that” he had
not, like ‘ Titus, lost a day ;’ but that he had
set an example of virtue to the kings of
Europe ; that, in shoit, there was nothing so
imperial as having will of one’s own ; and
that, come what might, Francis would al
ways be the father of his people.”
M 0 IE L L AMY.
Sunday in France. —l have said that the
women appear to he too busy to find time
for any personal indulgence, but the frequent
dancing, both in town and in country, espe
cially on Sunday, must form an exception to
this rule. Through the whole of the Sun
day, both men and women seem to eive
themselves up to the pursuit of pleasure, as
earnestly as they do labor during the rest of
the week. It is on this day especially, that
the English stranger feels his real distance
from his native land, and sighs in vain for
the repose and quiet, as well as for the many
holier associations, with which the memory
of the Sabbath is sanctioned to him. It is
true that in the south of France, the peas
ants do not go out to field labor exactly as
on other days, that the shops in the towns
are less frequented, that the common peo
ple are generally more neatly dressed, and
many of them, especially the women, rnay
he seen in the early part of the day repair
ing to the different churches; hut the fact
that it is a day set apart for amusements of
every kind, amongst which may he enumer
ated horse racing, horse fails, dancing, and
public shows sufficiently proves how little
idea prevails amongst the people of the real
purpose for which the institution of the sab
hath was organized. With regard to this
day, we were particularly unfortunatein the
lodgings we had chosen, being opposite to
the theatre, where a more than common dis
play is expected every Sunday evening; in
addition to which, we were immediately
over a room for drinking wine; for which
purpose people continually flocked ir. be
tween the acts. Resides the “spectacle,”
many of the bams and public rooms in the
town and suburbs of Pan, are filled with
dancers on the Sunday afternoon and even
ing, especially during the carnival; and in
passing along the streets on that day, you
frequently see stages erected for the display
of some monster, or the performance of
some mountebank ; and while there it is the
custom for a party to station themselves at
the doors of the churches, during service
where they beat their drums and announce
to the people as they come out, what is to
he theainusenient of the afternoon and even
ing.—Summer and Winter in Pyrenees.
New Inventions. —A Lady in the field of
Invention ! and no ordinary discovery has
she made; but an entirely new and most
important invention is hers, and one destin
ed,! predict, to hand her name down to pos
terity with the brightest inventive geniuses
of America. This invention is a submarine
telescope. It is the invention of a lady of
Brooklyn, N. Y., who is a native of New
Hampshire, and whose name, with an en
graving and description of her invention,
shall appear in a future number of this pa
per. This Telescope and its accompanying
apparatus are now on exhibition at the A
merican Museum in this city. 1 have just
returned from an examination of it. and find
it nothing less than un invention by means
of which the bottom of the ocean; or any
other deep water may he laid open distinct
ly to the eye from the surface, and become
perfectly illuminated ! Thus furnishing in
combination, for the watery, what the mi
croscope has furnished for the animalcule and
the Telescope for the Celestial worlds ! For
it proves both microscope and telescope!
By this invention lamps are made to burn
as free and clearly, in any depth of water,
as in open air. Affixed to the apparatus is
the telescope, and as the light can he moved
about on the bottom, the focus of the tele
scope is brought to bear accordingly, so that
an object the size of a sixpence, fifty feet
under water, appears to a person looking
from a boat, through the telescope, as larne
as a dollar. The whole apparatus is simple
and compact in the extreme, and it seems
to me that no invention of modern times, for
unfolding the treasures of the ocean can at
all be compared with it. The moment any
person or thing is lost overboard from a ves
sel, this apparatus can he lowered and made
to illuminate the water for many feet around,
and as it is moved with great facility no ob
ject can well escape detection. The advan
tages to he derived from this invention in
preserving life and property are almost in
calculable. The amount of money to he
saved by this process in discovering and ex
amining wrecks must he immense, and in
the service of the pearl fishery it must he
worth millions of dollars, and save thousands
of lives. The many uses to which it may
be profitably applied must he obvious, and
hence it is unnecessary to enumerate them.
Suffice it to say it is worth the attention of
all mechanics and scientific men. The nov
elty of seeing a lamp burn under water is
certainly curious and interesting. As it is
now exhibited at the American Museum,
the lamp is put down to the bottom of a cask
of water,in which goldfishes are seen swim
ming about much plainer at night than they
would he seen in open air and sunshine.—
American Mechanic
Reasons for Visiters. —“ I must call on
Mrs. G raves to day.”
“ l thought,” said the husband, “you dis
liked that Mrs. Graves.”
“ Oh, so I do ; 1 detest her—hut she lias
such a horrid tongue. It is thebestto keep
on the right side of such people.”
Eloquence of the Bar. —May it please the
court, the learned barrister lemindsme ofan
Andalusian hull, with nostrils distended,
eyes diluted, neck bowed, tail curled, roar
ing and leaping, plunging, bellowing and
charging over the Alpine heights and wide
extended plains of jurisprudence; hut, may
it please the court, the gentleman has failed
in liis demurrer.
’ s<dtvvmuibr
Genius in Prison. —lt was in prison that
Boethius composed his excellent work on
the “ Consolations rs Philosophy ;” it was
in prison that Goldsmith wrote his “ Vicar
of Wakefield;” it was in prison that Cer
vantes wrofe “Don Quixote,” which laugh
ed knight errantry out of Europe ; it was in
prison that Charles I. composed that excel
lent work, the “Portraiture of a Christian
King;” it was in prison that Grotius wrote
his “ Commentary on St. Matthew ;” it was
in prison that Buchanan composed his ex
cellent “Paraphrase on the Psalm of Da
vid ;” it was in prison that Daniel Defoe
wrote his “ Robinson Crusoe,” (he offered
it to a hook-seller for ten pounds, which that
liberal encourager of literature declined giv
ing;) it was in prison that Sir Walter Ral
eigh wrote his “ History of the World ;” it
was in prison that Voltaire sketched the plan
and composed most of the poem of “The
Henriade;” it was in prison that Howler
wrote most of his “Familiar Letters;” it
was in prison that Elizabeth, of England,
and her victim Mary, Queen of Scots, wrote
their best poems ; it was in prison that Mar
garet of France (wife of Henry IV.) wrote
“An Apology for the Irregularity of her
Conduct;” it was in prison that Sir John
Pettas wrote the book on metals, called
“Fleta Minor;” it was in prison that Tasso
wrote some of his most affectionate poems.
With the fear of a prison, how many works
have been written!— Ladies* Magazine.
An Invisible Companion. —A correspon
dent in the Liverpool Albion gives the fol
lowing narration : —“ A young lady of fif
teen, in good health, and with a mind by ‘
nature and education superior to her years,
and a strength of reasoning superior to hei
imagination, without superstition and almost
without fear, has recently been attended by
an invisible being, whose footsteps she enn
distinctly hear, not always, but occasionally,
during her walks, where no echoes could j
arise, and frequently in the house, where
she can plainly hear its steps ascend the
stairs and come into the room, sometimes
standing behind her, and often sighing, its
breathings being as palpable as if the vvarni
breath of a human being was uttering a
similar exhalation. You will, no doubt,
laugh at the simplicity of this relation, and
say it is a childish story ; but the honor and
innocence of the heart of her of whom 1
speak precludes the possibility of deception
on her part, anu from her great strength of
mind I am sure she is not led away by idle
fancies. She has frequently attempted to
speak to this aerial being, hut a something,
which she Says is not fear, seems to choke
her utterance. She, hut more particularly
her friends, have treated this subject with
some ridicule ; but a singular corroboration
of its unaccountable truth has recently oc
curred, of which I have just been witness.
A favorite cat, that is often in the habit of
lying on her bed, seems frequently consci
ous of its presence, and this night I had an
opportunity of seeing its strange probabili
ty. The good, the loved, the innocent had
just repeated her evening prayer, when the
cat, that was lying on the bed, suddenly
sprung up, as if some stranger had entered
the room, ami looking for a moment in a !
particular direction, jumped off and ran
down stairs. The direction was the same
towards which the young lady looked, qui
etly saying, “ I heard it come in,and it stood
just there:’ for it seems to pass away on her
speaking to her friends, or come and go ol
its own accord without any circumstance
that can mark or cause its unpleasant atten
dance. There is no possible inducement to
cheat me, and I have none to delude you.
The ridicule attached to such dreams, be
yond philosophy, will force me to adopt a
fictitious signature —all else is fact; and,
though l am as great a sceptß: as any man
living, I cannot disbelieve what I have writ
ten, which I pray some of your occult read
ers to interpret.”
Intercourse of the sere*. —What makes
those men who associate habitually with wo
men superior to otln r.s ? what makes that
woman who is accustomed and at case in
the company of men, superior to her sex iri
general? Why are the women of France
so universally admired and loved for their
colloquial powers ? Solely because they
are in the habit of free, graceful, and contin
ual conversation with the other sex. Wo
men in this way lose their frivolity; their
faculties awaken ; their delicacies and pe
culiaries unfold all their beauty and capti
vation in the spirit of intellectual rivalry.—
And they lose their pedantic, tude declama
tory, or sullen manner, l'lie coin of the un
derstanding and the heart is interchanged
continually. Tlieir asperities are rubbed
off, tlieir better materials polished and bright
ened, and their richness, like fine gold, is
wrought into finer workmanship by tike fin
gers of women, than it ever could be by
those of men. The iron and steel of char
acter are hidden,like the harness and armor
of a giant, in studs and knots of gold and
precious stones, when they are not wanted
in actual warfare.— John Neal.
Groaning and Crying. —A celebrated
French surgeon contends that groaning and
crying are grand operations by which na
ture allays anguish. He is always pleased
by the crying and groaning of a patient dur
ing tlie time he is performing a severe surgi
cal operation, because he is satisfied that be
will thereby soothe his nervous system so
as to prevent fear, and insure a favorable
termination.
“Go and kick an ant’s nest about, and
you will see the little laborious, courageous
creatures instantly set to work to get it to
gether again ; and if you do this ten times
over, ten times over they will do the same.
Here is the sort of stuff that men must he
made of to oppose, with success, those who,
by whatever meuns, get possession of great
and mischievous power.”— Colbctt.
“ When 1 was young,” said an old Scot
tish lady recently, “ folk were unco, feared
at water-devils, called water-kelpies; but
noo I’ve lived to see them a’ dead—and I
think, if I were to live another generation,
I might outlive tlie vena devil himself.”
“ I have so many things to see to,” as the
eight eyed spider said when he jumped four
ways at once.
| ™!E“@3[D)[E WEAPON©®.
“Come, gather round the blazin? hearth,
And with reflection temper mirth ”
The Sabbath. —Rut blessings and ten thou
sand blessings be upon that day ! and let
myriads of thanks stream up to the throne
of God, for his divine and regenerating gift
to man ! As I have sat in some bowery dale,
with the sweetness of May around me, on
a week-day, I have thought of the millions
of immortal creatures, toiling for their daily
life in factories and shops, amid the whirl of
machienety, and the greedy craving for gain,
and, suddenly, that golden interval of time
lias lain before me in its brightness—a time,
and a peiiietual recurring time, in which the
iron grasps of earthly tyranny is loosed, and
Peace, Faith and Freedom, the angels of
God, curpe down and walked among men !
Ten thousand blessings on this day—the
friend of man and beast ! The bigot would
rob it ct its beautiful freedom, on the one
hand. Would coop man up in his dungeons,
and caflse him to walk with downcast eyes
and demure steps; and the libertine would
j desecrate all its sober decorum on the other.
! God and the sound heart and sterling
sense of our countrymen, preserve it from
both of these evils.— William Ilowitt.
The dying Mother. —lt was asummer day,
so bright and beautiful, that an angel wan
dering from his heavenly sphere might al
most have fancied himself still in paradise,
and forgotten that man ever had sinned.
Streams of water danced and sparkled in
the sunbeams, sw’eet flowers sent forth their
fragrance upon the air, and the birds war
bled their wildest songs in the shady grove.
All seemed joy and gladness; hut at that
very hour, in the stillness of her chamber,
and surrounded by sorrowing friends, one
of the loveliest of God’s creatures was bid
ding adieu to the earth with all its joys. In
the spring of youth, and hope, and feeling,
when life seemed sweetest, and tlie ties
that hound her to the earth were strongest,
her spirit was slowly passing away. They
had moved her couch to the open window,
and now the golden rays of the setting sun
streamed richly into the chamber of the
dying. The warm breeze kissed the palid
cheek, and played among her bright tresses
thus clustered around her brow, for the last,
time. She knew that she should never look
upon the bright, beautiful world again.
She felt that life was ebbing fast away, and
few were the moments left to her oti earth,
and as she looked that last long look, her
eyes beamed with “ unwonted fires,” and a
bright smile lighted up her countenance.
Her lips parted, and a sweet voice, broke
the solemn stillness. “ Bring hither mv
child; let him receive his mother’s dying
blessing.”
They brought to lu-r bedside a young and
happy boy, who never beforeknew sorrow ;
hut now, his joyous laugh was hushed, the
smile had vanished from his lips, and his
bright eyes were sad and wandering. They
had told him that his mother was dying, and
although lie knew not what death meant he
felt that death was something terrible. He
placed his little hand in hers, and looked
into her face ; but that smile re-assured him,
and he lisped that name so dertr to every
woman’s heart—mother! What host of ago
nizing feelings were stirred up in the heart
of the invalid as he uttered that word. She
closed her eye3, and fora moment her coun
tenance was convulsed with the intense
struggle. It was only for a moment; she
was calm and the same bright smile was
there again. All were hushed in breathless
silence until she spoke.
“ My son, you will soon be deprived of a
mother’s love and care. You now hear me
speak for the last time on earth ; but When
my voice is hushed in death, and my body
laid low in the tomb, remember my dying
words. Resist temptation, and if sinners
entice thee consent thou not. Pray to thy
God morning and evening; and when you
kneel alone, remember how often I have
knelt with you and told you that you had a
parent in heaven who would always take
care of you. Mayyour mother’sdving bless
ing rest upon your head through all the trials
of this life, and when you are tempted to
sin, remember that! er last breath was spent
in prayer for you.” She paused for a mo
ment, and when she spoke again her voice
was faint and husky.
“ My husband, come hither; place your
hand beneath my head, and let mu rest
upon your bosom. I would feel your breath
upon my cheek once more.”
He did as she desired, but a convulsive
soli shook the strong man’s frame as he press
ed her tohisheait, and the tears that he strug
gled not to restrain, flowed down his cheeks.
She raised her eyes, beaming with all the
intensity of woman’s love, and exclaimed
with sudden energy; “Oh! ’tis very hard
to part from you, hut we shall meet again
in heaven !”
Her head sunk back, a slight convulsion
passed over the pale face, and was succeed
ed by asniile, and all was still. The mourn
ers were alone with the dead. The eyes
that beamed with life and gladness were
closed, the tongue that never spoke but to
bless was silent, and the heart that heat
with all a woman’s generous feelings and
warm affections, was still forever.
The wife and mother was dead, but she
still lived in the hearts of those who had
loved her. The son never forgot her dying
words ; and, in after years, when upon the
verge of crime the same sweet voice seemed
to whisper in his ear. “My son! resist
temptation.” That husband never suffered
another to beguile his heart from its homage
to the dead, but ever treasured her memory,
and looked forward to the, time when he
should meet her in a happiei world, never
again to part.
Pleasures within. —Our pleasures are not
derived so much by the beauties around us
and the blessings and privileges we enjoy
—as by our dispositions and the temper of
our minds. We may have wealth and friends,
we may he taised to the pinnacle of honor
—we may live in a splendid palace, sur
rounded by beauty and bloom, trees forever
green, ripling streams and winding rivers,
with every thing around and about us that
we could desire, and yet l>e miserable. If
we possess had hearts, suffer our thoughts
to wander on forbidden objects, uro irasci
ble in our tempers —are quarrelsome, mor
ose and selfish, we shall assuredly he miser
able, no matter where we are, or by what
blessings surrounded. Yet multitudes are
striving for wealth, for honor, and lor popu
lar applause, vainly dreaming that when
these are acquired they shall be completely
happy. But they will always be miserable
until they look into their bosoms end en
deavor to root out all selfish desires, all un
holy ambition, all self-love, and every thing
that has a tendency to degrade human na
ture. He who possesses no worldly proper
ty, and is unambitious of thejhonors of man
kind, but has a kind and generous heart, is
the most happy man. He looks inwardly
and not outwardly for enjoyment—and lie
finds it there. The cares, ( the perplexities,
the afflictions of life never move him. His
heart is right with Heaven. If the mass of
mankind knew where the seat of true hap
piness lies, and would labor to enjoy life,
and make the most of the pleasures by which
j they are surrounded, we should seldom see
a sad countenance, hear a cross word, or
I mark the palid look and the wasted form.
Man was made to be happy—the elements
are within him. A chastened spirit—a sub
dued temper —a will controlled by reason
—confidence in God, and a love for all man
kind, will secure to all his boon, which is
vainlysougbt in a thousand different pursuits,
but never found.
Who is the Christian Woman ?—She who
bends over the couch of infancy—the cradle
bed of our young ami yet unfledged exist
ence, whispering love and prayer in those
tender ears that thrill with delight as an
Eolian trembles under the kissing zephyr.
She who kindly guides the step of youth.—
She who bends over the pillow of pain, dis
arming anguish of half its excruciating ago
ny. She who grasps the couch of death
where science dare no longer contend with
the king of terrors, and still retires from the
unequal task. Then Christian woman’shour
hath come, and affection struggles with
death, and cries to the dull ear of the tomb,
give me hack mvlove! And while she kiss
es away the clammy dews of dissolution,
she wrestles with the enemy while hope and
life remain—nor will she leave the dead—
no, no, the poor pale remains of the loved
one, are dear to her still. She strews roses
around the bier—and often in far distant
years, in evening’s solemn hour or beneath
the silver moonlight, she re-visits the graves
by others forgotten and unknown. She
comes like a lofty spirit, noiseless and tear
ful. and holy, to call up all the luxury of her
still unwasted love.— Mojfit.
The Head. —The head basthe most beau
tiful appearance, as well as the highest sta
tion in a human figure. Nature lias laid
out all her art in beautifying the face ; she
has touched it with Vermillion, planted in it
a double row of ivory, made it the seat of
smiles and blushes, lighted up and enliven
ed it with the brightness of the eyes, hung
it on each side with curious organs of sense,
given it airs and graces that cannot be de
scribed, and surrounded it with such a flow
ing shade of hair as sets all its beautifies in
the most agreeable light. In short she
seems to have designed the head as the cu
pola to the most glorious of her woiks : and
when we load it with a pile of supernumer
ary ornaments, we destroy the symmetry of
the human figure, and foolishly contrive to
call off the eye from great and real beauties,
to childish gewgaws, ribands, and lace.
Woman's Influence. —In the ordinary af
fairs of lire, a woman lias a greaterinfiuence
over those naar her than a man. While our
feelings are, for the most part, as retired as
anchorites, hers are in constant play before
us. We hear them in her varying voice ;
we see them in the beautiful and harmoni
ous undulations of her movements, in the
quick shifting hue3 of her face, in her eye,
glad and bright, then fond and suffused. Her
whole frame is alive and active with what is
at her heart, and all the outward form speaks.
She seems of a finer mould than we, and
cast into a form of beauty which, like all
beauty, acts with a moral influence upon
our hearts ; and, as she moves about us, we
feel a movement within, which rises and
spreads gently over us, harmonizing us with
her own. And can any man listen to this ?
Can bis eye rest upon this, day after day;
and he not he touched, and he made better?
©uomo m h l □
For the “ Southern Miscellany.”
WHISKERS, MOUSTACHES, ETC.
\ResjpcctJally dedicated to the Hairy Paces in
Savannah. J
Mr. Editor :
Sir —The uses and purposes, end, aim
and existence of these mere temporary, and
sometimes vulgar, features of men shall be
ourtbeine. Aid us thou shade of the mighty
whiskeied, who have long since sunk into
that common receptacle of outlandish fash
ions—the dark, lamentable Past!
That whiskers, and also moustaches, of
huge magnitude and shape do still exist, and
wear their blushing honors thick among us,
is a fact that comes home to our every-day’s
observation and experience. The why and
the wherefore is the only unsolved problem.
Space is not permitted us to deduce from
the dim and limited sphere of times gone by
the true history of these appendages to man.
It admits of a reasonable doubt at least,
whether or not Adam, in his first state of
happiness and ease, was honored with them.
If he indeed were endued with a perpetual
youth and beauty, it is more reasonable to
suppose that lie was not lmrrassed with this
encumbering horror. For our own part, we
conceive that it is one of the fruits of the fall,
and, as such, to be patiently endured by the
softer sex and those of us (not myself, by
tho-by, altogether !) of thesmooth chili gen
try, with all charity and Christian patience.
Granting this to he the case—ignorant as
we are of the true period of the invention of
Razors—we must presume that they were
the rage among the exquisites of the Ante
diluvian age ; and no doubt, as noiv, whoev
er could show the greatest development of
beard, Ac. was the animal of most value for
the time being.
The warrior tribes of the northern hive—
the mother of nations—proudly wore their
locks untouched by steel, as the necessary
privilege of a warrior ; the uncivilized Ger
man rush forth from the dark recesses of
their ancient and impenetrable woods, in
this fearful guise upon the ranks of the Ro
mans. So has the fashion descended in a
long line of warlike names, from the rough
fathers to their steel-clad descendants. The
hairy-faced Jew battled in the wars of Pal.
estine. In those times, the flowing beards
etcetera, were most welcome in the enticing
halls of Beauty. With some, however, they
have fallen out of favor—particularly among
the most civilised ; though with all they still
continue tp add a proper appearance to the
countenance militane. In Shakspeaie’s
time, also, there seems to linve been a varie
ty of beards, for says Nick Bottom—“ I w iU
discharge it in either your straw-colored
beard, your orange-tawny heard, your pur
ple-ingrain beard, or your Frcnch-croun-col
ored heard, or your perfect yellow.”
But, Mr. Editor, were we to attempt the
history of Beards we should he under the
necessity of calling you to our aid. The
subject is too mighty, too deep, for our pen.
Let this much suffice: that for some ages
they have been the peculiar appendage of
the whiskered, of the bearded animal mili
tarie. And thus have we arrived at one use
of the valuable article in question—i. e. to
add expression of some sort to a counten
ance otherwise, perhaps, undistinguished by
any. Another aim may be also to distract
that scrutinizing glance which might find
fault with the features, by enveloping them
in a mass of hair. In fact, it is the English
system of ornamental gardening, applied to
the human face ; for, Mr. Editor, perhaps
you can testify—though the misfortunes of
editorial labor lost—that it is not every
smooth faced Publisher of “periodicals” who
can venture to show his whole visage, and
stand the test of open criticism ? Ei
ther the sudden rage for beards, whiskers,
&c. is the offspring of military ardor, burn
ing to display itself, or the evidence of a mod
esty which dares not present itself bare-faced
to this garish world of ours. For myself,
Mr. Editor, knowing as 1 do the almost un
natural sha mfacedness of the present gener
ation, I am inclined to .attribute it to this
cause.
The admirers of the customs of the old
world—and I believe this class to he numer
ous—look upon the resurrection of this ar
ticle as a matter of glorification, and proof of
the prevalence of a better taste. In this,
however—as Henry A. Wise said in reply
to Mr. Adams, who moved to have the gov
ernment of Hay ti represented in Congress
—this is altogether a matter of taste; as
Wise declared was peculiar to Mr. Adams,
a taste for colored scenery.
Ihe full round lip needs no puny cover
ing to conceal its beauty; the delicately
formed chin requires not a circle of bristles.
But let not those who ate in possession of
these relics of antiquity suppose that we in
anywise undervalue them. Things which
are the object of such serious thought with
them—dear fondlings of their souls—poor
fellows—must he deserving of high esteem.
They are too fondly cherished, too affection
ately soothed, coaxed and caressed into ex
istence, and nursed into the fullness of per
fect stature with too much labor and anxie
ty to be passed lightly over.
I had almost forgotten to mention an ar
gument in favor of the production of this ar
ticle, which is so decidedly suited to the love
of comfort, peculiar to this age, that 1 will
not omit it. They are useful in cold weath
er—keep the cliiily atmosphere at a ptoper
distance, and also supply the place of “com
forters!,” as our Northern friends call them.
They may be divided and classified in va
rious ways and methods ; as, by their size,
with the savage, the goatish, the flowing, the
lean, the starving, the muss or mossy, Ac.;
or by their various hues—for they do vary
as do the sands on the sea-shore—the raven
colored, the “ day Bank,” the rusty red, the
“ Barbu rosso tint,” the true red , the common
red, and the poetical red —which is of great
price, and rare—the brtnvn, and last, though
not least, in the early history of my nursery
tales, the inexpressible blue.
Stern, in his sentimental journey, devotes
a whole chapter to the subject of Whiskers,
and well he might, for how could he pass
over so fair a field as this untouched ?
Whiskers, or moustaches, in a high state
of cultivation. should ( show “ like a well train
ed steed” upon the course, with nothing su
perfluous about them. Authors and.most
men are at variance as to whether they
should curl, or only wave lightly as naturo
forms them ; but in a matter of so high im
port we must beg leave to have, and express
some opinion—and we prefer a gentle curl.
Some carefully divide them at the chin, leav
ing a few stragglers, that sadly and lonely
step out from their lurking places below the
under lip, to serve as pets in a cold rainy
day.
Having touched upon this subject in ap
pearance, style, Ac., let us not neglect its
hearing upon the fair and softer sex—for
their chins, and some hearts, me softer than
ours.
Is it, Mr. Editor—l don’t know whether
you are able to give an experimental answer
—to be supposed that a timid and shrinking
fair one could endure, without previous prac
tice, the rough, unpardonable salute of one
of the Hussion animals? Indeed, sir, this
boorish and vulgar practice is and has been
carried to such an extent in some of our
northern cities, that we are told several of
these delicate beings are gradually inuring
themselves for the suffrancc of this affliction
by the daily exercise of applying their little
chins to the house broom ! We vouch not
for this, hut give it as a specimen of female
ingenuity and endurance. Indeed, it would
seem as if the cultivators ofhuman soil, dts
pairing of winning the citadel of the heart
by fair and open treaty, were determined to
frighten the garrison into a surrender by
formidable show of military engines; and
to this end, all the resources of nature, and
of art, are called in to their aid. But our
far spent sheet warns us to bring our sub
ject to a close. ‘ Time, who cuts dowrt all,
spares not even Beards, Whiskers or Mous
taches—nor can any dye prevail against Ins
“ frosty breath.” Dim specks of a lighter
hue begin to gleam from among the favorite
curls; long, long does the owner face the
dread necessity; many are file contrivance!