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THE DAWSON WEEKLY JOURNAL By E. & J- E. CHRISTIAN die gatosaa SQlcfkla I.flnrnal, Published Every Friday. F & J.~E~ CHRISTIAN, EDITORS AND PUBLISHERS. fEIMIS— Strictly in Advance. Three months 00 gi! months $ 2 00 One 00 Rates of •Advertising : One dollar per square of ten lines for the first insertion, and Seventy-five Cents per square for etch subsequent insertion, not exceeding three. One square three months % 6 00 One square six months 11 00 Ooe square one year 20 00 T „o squares three months 10 00 T»o squares six months 18 00 Two squares one year 30 00 Fourth of a column three moths 30 00 Fourth of a column six months 60 00 Half column three moths 45 00 Half column six months TO 00 One column three months TO 00 One column sir months 100 00 Job If *ork of every description executed with neatness and dispatch, at moderate rates. mac oat bi s/.vkss chinos. LITTLE, SMITH & CD., Macon, Gra., DEALERS IN Saddle Bridles, Har ness—Harness and Saddlt rv Ware, Leather of ill l n Is, Shoe Fiudine, Carriage T immings, &c. fy HARNESS MA DE to order. 2 3m* CJO. B- TURPIN. J. It. IIEr.TZ TURPIN & HERTZ, Wholesale and retail dealers in CLO THI N Gr And Gents' Furnishing Goods—Triangular Block, Cherry Street, . Tleteon , Get. Clo'hing made to order on short notice. 2 lm* PATRICK & HAVENS, Wholesale and Retail OOKSELLERS. STATIONERS. And General X-ws Dealers—Triaugular Block, Cherry Street, .tSaeon, Get. 2 ts CHRIS I). IIMU.AY. H. A. KENRICK. FINDLAY & KENUICK, ./f ctsoa'ci.bs Commission JVLerehants AND REAL ESTATE AGENTS, Ti iiiugiiliir Hloek, 2 3m MACON, GA. JONES &. BURNETT, AUCTION AND Commission Ntercliants Cherry Street, Aleteon, Ga. At the oid stand of R. B. Clayton & Cos. J.E.JOXKS. J. C. C. BURNETT, 2 3ui tints It. ANDERSON, LOTUS K. ANDERSON. J. 11. ANDERSON & SON, FACTORS AND COMMISSION JIECIIAKTS, Corner of Third and Fopulnr Streets. Macon, : : : FE lire gtfll contimieing the Wai’dioiiso *» and donisnissioift Business and will receive and aell Cotton and all Produce eutrusted ,n our care. Prompt returns of al! sales will be m*de. We arc also prepared to fill orders for PLANTATION SUPPLIES, solicit consignments of Tobacco, Corn, R-icon, Lurti, Sugar, CoftV e, Iron, Steel, Itrna, Sheetings, Osnaburga and Produce pener -1>• 2 3m* H. SHAW &. CO., DEALERS IN HA-TS, CAPS, St raw Goods, Ac., WHOLESALE AND RETAIL VEinve constantly on hand the largest, ttock u ot hats and caps in the city of Macon. Inducements Offereel to Merchants til planters. We have hats which we are off. ring 1 prices ranging from §l2 50 to §l2O per dozen. Cherry Street, iTIAtiOSI, tiilOStfs I A, — Hite store of T. W. Freeman. 2 3m* WUOLESALEASb RETAIL HOCERY AND PROVISION House of '• W. FREEMAN, Cherry Street, . llcteon, Get., 1 CONSTANT Supply'of everTthing n his line, j/Jawing RUTTER, CHEESE, FLOUR, i HUE, CANDLES, Powder and Shot, P U( UR, COFFER, BACON, Wh y Varietr of CANDIES and Choice Con- ■ h ' r ! P ®’ st ers, Lobsters, Sardines &c., to* w ith a splendid assortment of ■ones and liquors, B i >oot?i and Shoes, (.ips .i.ru fi its. "; r T.Merchant, can have their hills filled in H /. Icu ‘*r, at the most reasonable rates. ■* him a call. 2 Im* I r °f*i.i:r .H.i.rso.v, ■ A UCTION AND m eraii ants, II kird Street, 4th door from Post Office) ■ Macon, Gra., ■ Solicited, 0,a pt'returns' 11 ° Ur Brt f u ‘ c '' Ba * e9 an<^ ■ jo,rn\?^ ? - EtiUor! °f the “Dawson \Yeok- I 2 6m DAWSON, TEHREUU CO., GA., FRIDAY, FEBRUARY 2D, 1906. w. n. singi.kton, w. c. singleton, t. j. hunt SINGLETON, HUNT & CO., (orrOSITE LANIER nOCSE.) .'i.ICG.r, : : ; GF.OHG IA. Wholesale and Retail Dealers in BOOTS, SHOES, TRUNKS, HAT!!, UMBRELLAS, ETC. No2-Rm THIS LADIES, When visiting Macon will God many NOVEL and beautiful articles for dress aud toilet at the NOVELTY STORE, No. 11 Cotton Avenue a few doors above Mix and_Kirtlauds. No 2 3m BOOTS, SHOES, HATS, AND Shoe Findings. MIX & KIRTLAND, .Vo. 3, Cotton ,ivenue, Alaeon, Ga. t “Sign ofilie Big Boot.” \ YT’HOLF.SALE and Retail Dealers—have on T V hand, and are constantly receiving addi tions to, one of the finest assortments ot Boot and shoes, for ladies’ gentlemens’ and childrens wear, in the South. They have nothing but the very best class of work, all of which is warranted to give satisfaction. They are determined to sell as low as any one in the matket. Having had thirtv-five years experience they think they under stand the business. Superior inducements olfered to country merchants. If you want good work, give them a call. 2 3m* G . !B E R 3ST JJ , MANCEACTCRER & DEAELER IS Saddlery and Cotton .irrmte, Alaeon, Georgia. A good lot of leather of every description on hand. All kinds of repairing done in best style and with dispatch. No 2-3rn LG.MGLEY & WALSH, - Auctioneers AND GE9KRAL COMMISSION MERCHANTS, Cherrs/ Street, At aeon, Ga. At the Store formerly occupied by E. Bond A Cos. REFERENCES: Wetmore & Kirkland....... .New York.* Hodgkise, Scott & Cos “ E. F. Wood & Cos, Boston Fiske, A Anderson, “ C. F. Chamberlain, Memphis, Tenn. S. C. Wood, & Cos., Nashville, « Hannon. Offut & Cos New Orleans. Crane, Johnson A Gray bill,. Savannah, <ia., Blair, Smith & Cos., Augusta, (la. L. G Bowers, Columbus, “ J. R. Wallace, ....Atlanta, “ Particular attention given to the purchase, Sale and Shipment of Cotton, Cotton Yarns, Osnabt.rgs, Sheetings, &<■., kc., JOHN FI LONG LBV. Late firm of E. Bond. ACn. W.M. WALSH, Late firm of Horne A Walsh Feb. 10th, ISOB. Bm. M. L. ALEXANDER, 2'ormer' v °f tishvillc, !Tenn. } with JAMES M. CLARK I CO, (SrCCKSSORS TO ACTON, CI.Ar.K A C 0.,) IMPORTERS AND JOBBERS OP DRY GOODS, 103 SNiarl Street, Between Pine and liace, CINCINNATI. The Commercial facilitios of Cincinnati are second to none in the Uuuited States. 26m F.. w. JENKINS. J.T’’79rSKINS. JENIvINS BROTHERS, Grocers, Sieeievlng, Forwarding AND GENERAL COMMISSION MERCHANTS, Broad Street, - - EUFAULA, ALA., KEEP constantly on hand a general assortment of Groceries, consisting of FLOUR, BACON, LARD, SUGAR, COFFEE, Cheese, Irish Potatoes, Onions, Candles, Soap, Starch, Soda, Tobacco, I.HI COBS OF -ICC G TJTDS, In fact everything in the grocery line. Prompt attention to the purchase and shipment of all or ders, Orders strictly obeyed in the sale of our friends’ produce. 2 4t SOLOMON & PEAR RE* DEALERS IN GENERAL MERCHANDIZE, AND COMMISSION MERCHANTS, Sintpton <L Johnson's Old Stand, Eufaula, -A-la. R, A. SOLOMON, E, E. PEARRE, Late ot Columbia, Ala. Late ot Woodville, Ala. Strict attention paid to all orders for the pur chase or sale of produce of all Con signments respectfully solicited. Refers to Messrs. Wm. A. McKenzie A Cos., Ap alachicola, Fla.; Epoing, Hanserd A Cos., Colum bus, Ga. ; S. A J. Seh'ffer, New York ; Simpson & Johnson, Eufauls, Ala. GPII£3IEKA. Well might weep the sentimental Persian, Looking o’er his host of armed men, When on Greece he made his wild incursion, Whence so few might e’er return again. Weil might he weep o’er those countless millions, Dreaming of the future and the past, As he gazed amid the gold pavilions Round his throne upon that crowd so Tist. Musing, with subdued and solemn feelings, On the awful thoughts that filled his soul— One of those most terrible revealings That will sometimes o’er the spirit roll. Thoughts, that of that multitude before him Panting high for fame—athirst to strive— Ere old Time had sped a century o'er him, Not, perhaps, would one be left alive. That those heart, now bounding in the glory Os existence, would be hushed and cold; Not their very names preserved in story, Nor upon fame's chronicle enrolled. All to earth, their proper home, departed ; Light hear.t, strong hand, all gone to kiodred clay; And, in their vacant room, anew race started Careless of the millions past away. W. U might weep he—well might we, in weeping, Make our offering at. sorrow’s call W hen we ponder how our days are creeping, Like the shadow on the wail. W hen we think how goon thA sunbeam, setting, Will depart, and leave it all in shade— And our very friends will be forgetting That the daylight o’er it ever played. Life, upon a swallow’s wing is living, O'er the earth it, sparkles and is gone ; All our days are but a lengthened dying— One dark hour before the eternal dawn. Riches, glory, honor, fame, ambition— All as swif.ly fly, as 3oon are fled ; Or, if gathered, mend they our condition? W’hat delight can these afford the dead ? Chase no more the phantom of the dreaming Weary is the hunt, the capture vain ; When thy arms embrace the golden seemiog, It will vanish from thy grasp again. Trouble not thy heart with anxious carings— Thou art but, a shadow—so are titer ; Let the thingß of Heaven deserve thy darings, » They alone will never pass away. Harness Goods, Til Id DEAD-ALIVE. CHARTER I. When Maria Graham married Walter Forsythe, everybody said there was little love, save love of lucre, in the match. Miss Graham was poor and ambitions. Iler father hud brought her up expensive ly, and died a bankrupt. She had need of luxury, but was forced to live as a depend ent in the house of a distant relative.— Walter Forsythe was rich and solita ry. Not or,e of his blood lived to c’aim tithe of his heart or purse, lie had re ceived a military education ; but inheriting a large fortune from the last of his house, and longing to travel through other lands, he left the army—the less reluctantly that the days were days of peace and id’eness for them of the sword—and went abroad for seven years. When he returned he met Miss Graham, and, tifter a brief courtship, wedded her Then once more ho sailed fur foreign sho es, this time with his proud and beau tiful bride. What manner of life these two led in the brilliant route of the Old World it skills n t knowing. But Forsythe, in the second year of his absence, expressed his intention of becoming a subject of France, an 1, withdrawing bis fortune’from bis na tive land, invested it in that of his adop tion. Another year, and Walter Forsythe was Monsieur F. rsythe de CJaireau be ng the title of an estate he had purchased in the South of France. Three more years and the “dogs of war” were again 1< t loose on olden battlefields, and Christian and Turk fought side by side, for the first time, on Crimean plains. Forsythe remotnbcre i bis vocation, and became le Captain de Claireuc, aide de-cam 4*. volantaire Three “stricken field” he saw, and on each he left a trail of blood. Then came Inkermnnn, and Madame de Claireu was a widow. A widow, with out even the sorrowful comfort of seeing l her hero husband in death, or weeping! over bis laurelled grave. Captain For sythe was torn to pieces by a shell—so j said the bulletin—with many others, and their indistinguishable remains oommi te ii tothe common fosse, with hasty ceremonial. So, Maria Forsythe was a widow, still j young, beautiful, childless and sole mistress of a noble fortune. CnATTER 11. Fifren months have soft-ned the sharp memories of loss and blunted the ko nness of grief in many hearts, perhaps, but sure ly in that of Captain Forsythe’s young widow. For there is cert inly a feast of some sort in the chateu of Claireu. . The windows are all aiight, there is hurrying 1 to and fro of liveried irienktls, and the! sound of music and laughter echoes har moniously along lie stalely corridors. The brilliant drawing-rooms are full ofj gaily attired guests who dance, or chatter, 1 or play at cards, as the humor takes them.! while among them moves a tall, and rk eyed | ebon-liaired lady, with a peculiar firmness of lip and haughty arch of eyebrow, who: smiles graciously to the pretty things said ! here and there, showing her small white teeth and the dimple in her cheek as she does so. This lady, who must 1 e the hos-! tess by her manner, leans upon the arm ol a tall, thin man, elaborately dressed, and decorated with several orders. He is not. verv young, for his hair is ting and with gray; but his long moustache and impe rial tire black and glossy :,s the boots on his aristocratic feet. IBs face, when scann closely, has a tired air, and the lines round the eye and base of the slightly-hooked I nose speak of long and not ep ciully moral vigils—in short, he wears the marks of long continued dissipations arrived at the | point of tdascAom. From his manner towards the lady on his own arm, and that of the guests to wards them both, one feels sure that this brilliant pair must be bride and groom. And yet the cavalier is tn less than the Marquis of Chaste], while the fair lady he escorts is, or was, when wo knew her last, simply M a lame Forsythe, widow of Cap tain Forsythe de Claireau. It is true however! The noble marquis lias exchanged his ti le against the golden charms of the fair widow. lie is a ruined spendthrift and incur, ui h tit m rals or principles to speak of; he is forty-nine years of age; ho is discarded by every respectable member of bis family, cmi scarcely rn ro than tolerated in the noble society hi - rank entitles him to frequent ! But whnt of nil this? Maria Graham (w idow Forsythe) is now Madame the Marchioness de Chaste!! She has bought her title dearly, perhaps ; but, as yet, she does not regret the price. As the hour waxes bite, and the voices of the lackeys begin to be beard announcing the carriages of their masters or mistresses, a footman walks slowly, and as if with diffi culty up the long avenue of poplars that leads from the hi.h road to the portals of Claireau. A- he Heps out of the shadow into a strip of mnn iglit, you see—if you were thereto see—that he has but one leg and walks wi h a crutch. At tin next moonlit space, you perceive that bis face is terribly scarred and discolored, and during his traverse of a still longer ribbon of light, you remark that his garb is poor and trav el-soiled. He reaches the open ground in front of the mansion, quite unregarded hy the pressing, jabbering crowd of servants, and sits down upon a stone terrace st- p, whence for some time he gazed with a vague won der at the still brightly lit house, and the stream of laughing, chattering people issu from it. At length he rouses himself, and, stop pinga youthful groom: “My friends,” says lie, “ what is the name of this fair mansion “Claireau !” replies the boy, shortly. “And its masters ? ’ continues the oriole, in a dreamy voice. “The Marquis de Chnstel—or rather (he marchioness, since she is the rod master,” says the youth, and is anxious to depart. “Stay a moment.” urges the cripple, drawing a com from his pocket and plac ing it in the boy’s ready hand. “I once knew the master of ties domain; hut he was no marquis; lie was simply Moris'cr F' rsythe. lias he got a title, my little one ?” “He was killed in the Crimea, I have heard, for I am now here,’’ replied the boy. “But madatne his widow it is who has wedded 1 ur marquis, and so is now Mar chioness of Chnstel, my old one. Good , ■ iglit, I must be gun !” and snatching lis skirt from the st angers grasp, he sprang off t) (iis p st at the Lors- s heads. For a moment tho mutilated traveller sat as though stunned, with h : s head bow ed he'ween bis hands; then rising h • mad.' a stride or two towards the steps as though fie wou'd enter the mansion. “Out of die way, imb cile!” cried tho driver of a crested equipage, as re whirled past w ithin an r cli of the halting footman. The cripple fell back, then, with a long, stnm sigh tint was almost a groan. “No ! no ! not hero ! not now !” ho mut tered, and turning away, went si ,w ly down the avenue again, and so out upon the highroad,and was lost, for the time, in the night. CHAPTER ITT. M. Duroc, the lawyer of Marseilles (fur bo was, by general consent, the lawyer of that flourishing town), sat in bis office one morning, when his clerk announced a visi tor. “What sort of a person, Charles?” “An old soldier nnd beggar, I should say,” replied the clerk. “Well show him if) nevertheless,” said the advocate, kindly. And in moment a man poorly dressed, with one leg, and a scarred face, hobbled into the room. “You are M. Duroc?” asked he. .. “I am. Fray be seated. And you? May I ask the ” “My name is Forsythe. "Walter For sythe of Claitieau, formerly captain and aide-de-camp of General X ' “Hold! hold” cried the lawyer. “I knew Captain Forsythe. 1 "as his busi ness agent, even us 1 atnof his widow. He was killed in the Crimea, aud his widow is married again to ” “To the Marquis def hostel. I know it!” interrupted the cripple. “But Cap tain Forsythe was not killed, since I am lie.” The lawyer shook his bend incredu’ous ly ; but the other went on rapidly. “It is true that I was blown up by a shell, or rather a mine of shells, and was supposed to bo dead, aye, was even bu if to be thrown into a shallow trench and covered with half tin inch of soil can be called burial. But I revived, and man aged to get my head above ground, was found by some prowlers who were looking for booty from the dead. They were loth to be burdened with me ; but there was a woman among them, who insisted that I should be saved. Ho they put mo in a lit tle covered cart, and carried me back among the hills, to their den, where the woman and daughter nursed me, and got a sort of peasant surgeon to dr. ss my wounds, and for five months I lay there ere l could rise. And when finally rny wounds, were healed, triy memory was gone; l was like an infant; knew nothing, could com municate nothing. 80 they carried me to a hrgrital in a village, and there I was treated, for charity, as a lunatic, for six months more. At last I recovered rny reason, and obtained my See. I have it here. But I had no money, no frieuds who could recognize me, mutilated and altered as l was, no means other than my own word of proving my identity, and even my old voice was gone. So I travel ed as lest I could; back hero—to find rny wife wedded to another, my friends scat tered, or incredulous even as you are—and myself a beggar without a home or a name unless you will aid mo to recover them.” “This is the most extraordinary—the— excuse’mo—the ipost incredible story I ever beard 1” exclaimed M. Duroc. “But “But if you are really M. Forsythe, you will answer a few questions that I shall put to you, and then we shall see. “l’rocoed, sir! I feel 1 shall convince you at least said the captain (as wo shall henceforth call him). Tho lawyer then interrogated him up n points of business which could only have , been known to himself nnd Captain For sythe, bis client, to all of which the cap tain’s replies were clear and satisfactory. At length : “It must be so—it is so! You are un doubtedly M. Forsythe do Claireu; but hmv to prove it legally is, alas ! anotliet question,” c.iied the lawyer. “W hat!” exclaimed the cuptain, “is any further proof necessary ? Can you not swear ? Can I—” “And your wife ?” said Duroc. Tho captain groaned. ‘ True, true,” muttered he. “I know hbr. She will deny tne ; she will pm jure herself a hundred times to hold to her ti tle and my fortune. Alas! what is it to Le done?” “Wo si all see replied the lawyer, cheer fully “Come to mo the day after to mor row. And, meantime, suffer Trie to be your banker; it is but an advance you know— you can repay me with usury when 1 hand ton hack your fortune,” and he placed a a rouleau of gold in the captain’s hesita ting hand. “Well, said he, at last, “I will take it, then, as a loan. And now, good month g Tho day after to-morrow I will be here nnd will live, till then, in what hope 1 can.” They shook hands and parted. As the mutilated soldier went slowly forth into the street, ho nearly run against n lady, who was trij mg from her coi pc to the lawyers's otlieo lie had just quitted. ‘T’ardon me, madatne,” said he, taking off his hat. Then, looking upon the fare of her he addressed, he started back, and wou'd have fallen had ho not caught the arm of the ast nished lady. “Whst is the matter ? Let mo go, sb ! Is the man drunk ?” exclaimed she, with rapid indignation. “Mari, do you not know me?” murmur ed the captain, in Eng ish, still holding his wife—for it was she—by the arm “How date you—who are you ? George, George 1 (to the lackey) deliver me from this ruffian!” cried the soi distant mar chioness. “I am your husband, Walter Forsj the,” said the captain, in a low voice, at the same time relinquishing his he ld. “Look, liere is the poof !” But without waiting for him to produce something he was feeling for in his breast Maria swept scornfully and swiftly past him saying only: “You are mad, poor man!’' and the lawyer’s d.or closed upon her. For an instant Forsythe seemed sliont to follow her, but changed bis mind in the next, and proceeded < n his way with bow e 1 bead aiiJ uncert.in step. cn.tr TER IV. “She " ill be here in a few moments,” said M. Duroc; “and I advise you to com promise !” “But my name, my identity, my social position ! I cannot, continue an outcast—a dead man!” exclaimed the captain. “Buhl You will return to your native land, among your own family and fi lends, who will receive you at your word, since you will come as a giver, and not as an among them. There, with half your for tune, which madame is prepared to restore to you, you will he happy, and—” “No, no !” said Forsythe, firmly, I must have full justice or nothing. 1 cure not for the fortune without the right of name. 1 must be acknowledged to be myself, ful'y, legally, and then, perhaps—” “Madatne may cause you to alter your resolve,” said the lawyer. ‘By my faith, she is a dangerous woman—a siren ! ’ “ Her power of charming mo is goac,” muttered Forsythe. “I may break, but I will not bead.” “Will, wo shall see. If, after your in terview, you are still resolved to ri-k the law, I will do rny best for y< u. Duf, 1 warn you, such a suit will bo long, uncer tain, and—costly.” “Justice or nothing !” repeated the cap tain. A light, step on the stair, tho door opened, 'and and Madatne Forsyths, de Claireau, de Chas'e', appeared, dressed exquisitely in semi-mourning, with a ravishing i xpressiori of mingled grief aud joy upon her mobile face. “I leave you together,” raid M. Duroc, retiring gravely. What the nature of-that s'rangc inter view was, may not be told ; bot half an hour later the lawyer, looking from Lis win dow. b< b-.ld Captain Forsythe tenderly be stowed tu the coupe of aiadatoe, and that lady having seated herself besido bio), the equipage rolled rapidly away in the dike j tion of tho chateau. j “He is lost!” exclaimed M. Durce, sos ■ cmnly. CHARTER V. In the win'er of 1850 two medical gen lletiu n, one a Frenchman aod the other an American, visited a eelebrated in»ane a?y . lum, in the south of Franch. After being ' shown over the establishment by the courte ous director, lie excused himself for a few ! moments, and, njOn his return, explained ' that it was to give certain orders in refer tnc to a patient who had just died. | “A somewhat singular case of monoma nia,” said he. “A poor devil, with uuc log, : who imistrd that he was another man come to life again—by-tho-wty, a countryman ot yours (addrc: s:rg tho American) —not the madman, but him be represented, a Mr. or j Captain Forsythe. It is quite u curious 'story.” “Lot us have it, by ali means!” exclaimed the visitors. “ Well, brkfly, tbon, this Captain For sythe was killed in thy Crimean war, leav ings widow an l a large fortuiio. The VOL. V. NO. 3. widow marl it’d again. Stnltlenly this chap turns up—pruba ily a fellow soldier of tho captiiu s — end cl.ims fortune and lady ns he:ug h u:self the veritable Forsythe and not Mie least do id. At first ho was thought simply a cunning impostor; but subsequent I investigation proved Lira to have lo«t his mental balanco from wounds and suffering, and after keeping him mos> charitably in her 1 own house for several week) in hopes of dis covering the relations he had borne to her deoeasid husband, Madatne de Chastel placed him with me, begging me, if possi ble, to cure him, and paying most geDerou - ly itr my care ts the poor fellow. But, alas! he was incurable, and, at length, hq ha* died, persistent to the lust iu his strange do lu->iou.” “Truly a singular case !’’ exclaimed tLo vi.-itors. “And Madame do Chastel?” said tho Ame can, inquiringly. “I regri-t tu say, that for a year or more, I have Imard nothing of her,” replied tho director. “Her last remittance was from I aly, nearly eighteen months age.” 0.10 month later, an Amcrkar, glanciug over a j urnal, in a c Ifoe* house ot London, was attracted by an article h rein, tu'os'ac t ally as follows: “Fadlis Decenstn —A well-dress*d and rather handsome woman was arrested yester day in Goldsmith’s jewelry establishment', with over five buudted pounds worth of stol en diamonds cud other ring?, pins, etc., in her possession. She was very indignant at her arrest, aud upon being taken before a magistrate, gave her name as the Marchio ness de Chastel, widow of a F.cneh nobleman of that name. “Subsequent, investigation proved that she was actually tho widow of a titled Frt neb gamestet and roue, who, after dissi pating his fortune and her own, shot himself last year at some Germen spa. Since ('is death, the marchioness, who is said to bo an Americao, has gradually fallen—if, indeed, she had not fallen previously—into a shame ful and precarious way of life, and this is said not to be her first offenco in the ‘lifting line.” Here followed a series of moral reflection'', which the American did Bot stay to read; but—“De Chastelhe exclaimed, flinging paper. “Why, that was tho name of the lady who—tho widow of that Mr. Forsythe who was ” “Good heavens ! ’ he added, after a mo ment's thought; “if that unfortunate mau in the csylom was really ho first husband, alter all 1” He had, unconsciously,' boon speaking quite loud. At he u:tered this last phrase seme one touched bis arm. He looked up, and saw a grcv«! gentleman in black. “You are right!” said this person, in French. “As sure as you and I live, that unhappy man was no other than Captain Waltar Forsythe !” Then, taking a card from from his pocket, he handed it to the astonished Am rican. “ M A. Duroc , arocat, Marseilles," said be, reading aloud ; “well, sir, and how, may I ark ■(” “1 was her lawyer, sir, and his,” replied M. Duroc, anticipating his question. “It is a s'range, sad i-t r . Would you like to hear it?” “M'S‘ assuredly.” ‘ Well, then,” began tho lawyer, and sit ting down, he related briefly to tLo Ameri can what has been herein set forth at moro length, “And now this woman?” queried the lis le tier. “Will bo transported to the penal colo nics,” replied Dir c. “And sirvc her right !” qoulh her fellow countryman, wiili more justice than gtllau try. It ador, this s’ory is true. But its name* and dates and places arc all false. Urciproritf. Tho Montreal an<l Toronto papers express f;iti«fart.ion that tho provincial delegates have not noerptod the firms pro'o«ed for the continuation of the Reciprocity Treaty. O.io paper (The <i 1 the) gays: “One happy result of the course adopted by the United State* will he the speedy confederation of tho Rriti-h American I’rovioes, the absoluto necessity of whieh will bo now apparent.— With coofedmtion will be carried the im p'ovenicrit of internal communication, throwing op'**) lan Is to free sett] rnent, tho gradual reduction of tho customs taiiff, open ng nev markets, the vigorous prosecu tion ot fishery and mineral enterprire—the opet iog up of the N rthwest, the erm inoncomcnt if an cn’afged system of emi g-atiun westward, and Prevision of the sys . ti of banking and currency. The people ot British America nerd not doubt that brighter prospects id tho future are befjrc theta." Tat; F cntvks of Yoorn — Florida, the 1 .and of Flowers, was discovered by Jnsn I’oncc de U'on, in 151*2. The magnificent, 'o’i- ge and balmy air, redolent wi ll the per fume of many flowers, completely enriptured tho di-oovirer of this second Paradise, and he straightway set about seeking the Foun tain of U javen< rcence, whose graceful wa ters, “gushing forth iu the midst, of Roses,’’ would give, be was told, renewed elasticity and v'gor to his war-worn limbs, and the freshness cf youth to his weather boa ton features Washington Irvin* very graph ically d< ser bos the many perils and mishaps [ and final disappointment of the adventu ous t Spaniard iu his seaich for tho Fountain of j Youth. • To all letters soliciting “subscrip t' ns, ” Lord Kr kino had a regular form of reply, namely . “ Sir, I feel muck honored by your j»p. pliesit'o.i to me, and beg to subscribe (Hero the reader had to turn over leaf) tnyself your very obedient servant,”&c. j&r A li:tie boy, cn coming tome from ciiurch, where ho bad seen a porson woik the bellows of tho organ, said to his . . ° ’ mother: “OH. mamma, T wish you had b'en »*• ! church to-dr.y—such fun I A man pump 1 music out of an old cupboard