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2 gave him my daughter, God bless the noble man 1 ” •'God bless him!” said Julus quickly, he was nobler than even his family knew. I was his student. To me lie disclosed himself. His conscience lmd compelled him to discover that plot. His feelings tortured him when he discovered tnat Albo’s innocent family had, through calumniation, become entangded in the terrible affair. Unable to disarm the anger of the insulted Monarch, he sought untiringly the helpless family; found them, and. compelled himself to take the yoke of marriage, in order to become the protector of those whom he bad undesign ed!)’ and unknowingly driven into ruin. The noble man kept his relations secret from the King, and left his court after he had proved that the hate against the name of Albo was ineradicable. The King had never discovered that Cremate was his countryman. Oil his death-bed lie confided to me his family and that picture which I have never seen. A pic ture which I finished, after Cremato’s plan, and had exhibited, attracted the no tice of the Lord Chamberlain, and brought me here more quickly. Cremato’s re membrance ; that fatherland song* that Cremate had taught his children; the sight of this worthy matron, of the noble Queen, and your angel daughters en treaties, shall finally move the heart of the King; and if I see lightly, if these be really tears which fill the eyes of the most noble-hearted Monarch, then has my plan succeeded, and this night makes three happy.*’ The King was silent, struggling with his emotion. All eyes were fixed on him. ‘•Take up the flowers,” said he. Then, deeply moved, to Albo’s mother : “I am not able to give you anything more pre cious, even when I return to you all the property that you have lost. Albo’s, Cremato’s mother, be greeted ! forget as I forget. The few 7 days that remain to you shall be peaceful, and your grand daughters shall be my care.” ‘‘Most noble King!” cried Julius, and fell on his breast. Wife and daughter embraced him. The baroness folded her hands, and prayed. “Oh ! see, my Albo, how he redeems the past ! Oh ! forgive him, the repentant, as 1 forgive him !” As the King freed himself from this embrace, two beautiful maidens lay at his feet and moistened his hands with their tears. They were Cremato’s daugh ters. “0 sanctissima !” he sighed, and softly left the room to hide his tears. The Monarch kept his word, and peace reigned in his kingdom. But Cremato’s picture lie ventured not to look upon, and for long* years it stood locked behind that curtain. The baroness had long since slept in her grave, and her granddaugh ters were happy mothers by their own firesides. A host of blooming grandchildren, Eliza's and Sophia’s sons, had made the King himself a grandfather. Then death came upon him slowly, and warned him to quit the stage of life. Joyfully he made himself ready, and willingly allowed the crown, so valueless to the dying, to glide from his hands. Satisfied with life, and resigned to death, he asked calmly to see Creinato’s picture. “I am strong.” he said to the weeping wife, the only one entrusted with that secret. '‘Myself in the arms of death, the countenance of the dead will no longer terrify me.” The cover (ell ; courageously the King threw his glance upon the glowing background, and the light of transfiguration came over his face It was no ghastly figure of death. A cherub, beaming in heavenly light and glory, nodded from the clouds. Ethereally beautified. Aibo’s features smiled upon him ; the right hand of the angel pointed above, and the left reached out conciliatingly the wreath of forget me-nots, taken from the golden hair. The work of the noble painter, a sign of his love for man and his trust in God, transformed the last struggle of the Monarch to the gentlest. © ‘‘Cremate ! Albo!” stammered he, going smilingly. “Wife! Children! My peo ple ! farewell! and thou, my fatherland, Forget-me-not. ” China —The most wonderful country in the world is China. It contains nearly one-half of the population of the earth. he provinces, which are governed by the lieutenants of the emperor, are larger and thicklier peopled than any European k ngdom. The civilization of China is older than that of Europe, and there is eareely any so-called modern invention, with the exception of the steam-engine and teleg ;iph, that lias not been in use tor many centuries in China. Popular cducatioi is more general than in any other country in the world, and the social structuri is so firmly and securely estab lished tin it seems impossible to shake ii in the least, indeed, the more one learns e<> teeming this remarkable coun try and its people, the more interestiug does the study of them become. “The LandWe Love.” BY REV.,Jk J. RYAN. Land of the Gentle and Brave ! Our love is as vide as thy woe, It deepens beside every "rave, Where the heart of a hero lies low. Land of the brightest of skies ! Our love glows the more ’mid thy gloom. Our hearts, by the saddest of ties, Cling closest to thee in thy doom. Land where the desolate weep! In a sorrow too deep to console, Our tears are but streams making deep The ocean of love in our soul. Land whore the victor flag waves, Where only the dead are the free, Each link of the chain that enslaves, Shall bind v.s the closer to thee. Land where tho sigu of the cross, Its shadow of sorrow hath shod, We measure our Love by thy Loss, Thy Loss—by the graves of our Dead. From the Louisville Courier. BURIAL OF GEN. MORGAN. In all the land of the captive there is no spot more sacred than the cemetery which the Virginians call Hollywood. It looks upon the James, which runs toward the sea to mingle its waters and its glories with those of the Potomac. On the banks of these two rivers there lived the noblest of their race. By their gurgling waters there now sleep better men than those who live. In that hallowed ground heroes rest, who saw the splendor of the Wilderness, and who escaped the honora ble misfortune of the Appomatox. The trees were assuming their new livery; the grass was growing, a few flowers were struggling to add their beauty to the holy scene, and, while Spring was leaping from the lap of Winter, alt that remained of the most attractive tenant of Hollywood was taken from its noble society to be returned to the State that bore him. If Virginians regret to see such a superb monument removed from the Holy City, let them receive consolation from the reflection that there arc .still sleeping there, in silent graves, heroes sufficient to fill the history of twenty nations with examples which ere long may urge the captives to break the chains that bind them and strike once more for freedom. As the solemn cortege moves to-day beneath the shadow of Clay’s monument, and by the grave where Hanson sleeps, bearing the dead bodv of the kniglitliest horseman who ever drew sword to guard his own and his country’s honor, braver than all men—more generous than brave —more merciful than generous—followed by men who had often before followed him where danger was —curious thought* will arise in the minds of Kentuckians there. Why is this man dead ? Flatter ed by nature with every grace to adorn his person, with the power to charm alike manhood and beauty—no rank too high —no society too refined no place in which he would not have been an ornament— why was this man killed ? Were there Kentuckians who guided foreign regi ments across the State to pillage Virginia, and to murder Hanson, Sidney Johnston, and Morgan ? Perhaps it is well they are dead ; but remember that there was no price upon their sword High rank did net allure their virtue, nor did bribes win their arms to enslave their State. Army commissions, covering a forcigu scheme to pillage their own people, were spurned as gentlemen spurn dishonor. Better that they have not lived to sec the disgrace of the country they loved and served so well. By the aid of Kentuck ians a false Virginian now domineers over once free Kentucky. The voice of elo quence is softened into a whine of com plaint. Tones of defiance are hushed into a whisper of cowardice. Timid men sit in high places with too much selfish ness to abdicate and too little courage to execute* With Joab’s friendship these timid men counsel those who obeyed Johnston, Breckinridge, Hanson, Buck ner, and Morgan, to confess that they arc ashamed of the flag they followed. Ashamed of what ? The fact of defeat and of humiliating conquest is admitted. But ashamed of what ? Ashamed that we refused to act with dishonor ! Re fused to aid foreigners to conquer our own people ? Ashamed, because bribes could not allure nor danger intimidate ? Never! never! never ! Never, by the glories of Stonewall Jackson and of Lee ; never, by the grand and picturesque death of Sydney Johnston ; never, by the ashes of Hanson and of Morgan ; never, by the untarnished sword of Breckinridge, will we confess that we are ashamed of the flag we followed! Let the cortege move on with its dust. The body was killed in war, but 1 defy the conqueror to suppress the name that rises from the grave. Tradition will tell it, history will perpetuate it, and song in sweetest music will pour so th its glory from the lips of children, and in the feeble utterances of age. The knightly horse man will be the first picture which the FMBssa ©i rai s®®m- lather will paint for his boy, and the strongest example to urge manhood to honorable action. Farewell, friend of my youth, coni pauiou in life, brave, generous, merciful comrade, farewell. Upon the turf that covers you, fair hands will strew immor telle*. Beautiful word, for it accords so well with Morgan’s name. I will go often to your grave, and I may feel your spirit there, and many more will go with me. Farewell. Let the cortege move on. The tears that flow down the cheek from eyes not used to weeping, eoine from men who never wept in battle. Let the brave soldiers weep over their dead chieftain. Howard. From the Nashville Union & Dispatch. Burial of Gen. Morgan—Large Crowd in Attendance—lmposing Cere monies. The mortal remains of General John 11. Morgan were interred in their fiual resting place at Lexington, Ky., on the 17th instant. Large numbers of citi zens, among whom were many of the General’s old comrades in arms, joined the train from Louisville, bearing his re mains at the various stations, and they evinced their regard for the memory of their old commander in a very striking manner. Says the Louisville Courier: At an early hour in the day, eager and enthusiastic crowds of old and tried vete rans collected around the Phoenix and Southern Hotels, anxiously awaiting the arrival of the train that was to bring the body of their departed chief. At last the train arrived, bearing all that was left of the dashing cavalier. A general rush was then made by the gathering hundreds to testify, by their presence, the respect due to a gallant commander. Immedi ately on the arrival of the train at the station, the necessary steps were taken, and the body removed to Christ Church, where the Rev. Mr. Shippman officiated, going through the usual burial service of the Episcopal Church. When the body was brought into the Church, the minister reading the solemn chant, “Lord, let me know mine end,” and the choir lesponding, a number of young ladies advanced to the place where the remains were lying, and deposited their offerings, consisting of crosses and wreaths. It was one of the most sublime sights we ever witnessed. After singing the 177th hymn, “Guide me, oh! thou great Jehovah,” amd closing prayers, the remains were taken up, and while the funeral cortege was leaving the church, the choir chanted the beautiful hymn— “ Peace, troubled soul.” The procession, after forming at Christ Church, proceeded to the cemetery. Every window and doorstep on the route had been occupied at an early hour by myriads of ladies and others eager to catch a glimpse of the boys in gray, who had followed a leader that had carved a name high up in the annals of fame. About two weeks ago the remains of Lieutenaut Thomas Morgan were brought from Lebanon to Lexington, and placed in the vault at the cemetery, and to-day were removed to their final resting place, by the side of his brother. After the Masonic ritual was over, and the brothers resting side by side, the ladies decked the graves with wreaths, boquets, and flow ers, and the crowd gradually dispersed from the burial ground, with a solemn benediction from each heart, that had loved them. From tho Columbus (Ga.) Sun Times. April 25. THE BODY OF PAUL J. SEMMES. The remains of this distinguished chieftain, who was mortally wounded at Gettysburg on July 3d, ISG3, and died at .Martiusburg, Va., on the following Thursday, July 9th, were received in Columbus yesterday morning by the Macon 9a, m. train. Owing to the mis scinling of a telegram, information was not conveyed of the arrival of the body until the train reached the city. It was not owing, however, to the fault of the telegraph operators at this point. As soon as the train reached the depot the body was placed under a guard of honor, composed of surviving members of the Columbus Guards, which celebrated or ganization tho deceased commanded so long. About 1 o ciock some sixty mem bers of the Guards assembled at the Bap tist Chinch, and headed by the Empire Brass Band, proceeded to the depot to receive the remains of the illustrious dead. An elegant hearse had been provided. The committee of arrangements of the Guards acted as pall-bearers. Thus escorted by the members of his former command, the remains ol the hero were escorted to the Presbyterian Church, the band playing* a funeral march, where they were placed in the vestibule, under a guard of hpnor. Among the pallbearers were Maj. Roswell Ellis and Capfc. Thos. Chaffin, Jr., who, in succession, during the war, commanded the Columbus Guards of the 2d Georgia Regiment. In the afternoon large numbers of ladies and gentlemen visited the church. Fora few the metallic plate placed over the face of the illustrious dead was removed. Though buried nearly five years, the face could be easily recognized. The linea ments of the features, the moustache, and the general outlines, as well as the ex pression, were very natural. There’s but little change. The body of the General, it is well remembered, was buried in a metallic coffin in the grounds surrounding a church in Martiusburg, Va. Dr. Fogle, who w'ent after the remains found no difficulty in procuring or transmitting them. At the head of the grave was a simple head-board, announcing the name, with rank, and the date of death. The handsome silver plate now on the coffin, was procured by the Doctor in Balti more. Our dead in Virginia, Maryland, and Pennsylvania, are all cared for. Last afternoon we beheld the coffin containing the remains of him who was most gallant in ordinary life and most chivalrous in warfare, whose spirit would chafe ever against the tyranny his native land is subjected to. It was on a similar bright April afternoon to yesterday that his favorite company, his loved command, the “Columbus Guards,” left Columbus for the “wars.” The coffin yesterday was covered by an elegant pall, furnished by Mrs. Comer, an honorary member of the “Guards,” and by a beautiful silken flag of the com pany, on which is represented the coat of arms of the State of Georgia, with Gen. Semmes, in company uniform, acting as seutinel, the whole covered by beautiful wreaths of flowers and evergreens. The history of Gen. Semmes is familiar to residents of Columbus. He was born in Wilkes county, Georgia, and for years was engaged iu business in Columbus. The first year of the late war he com manded the 2d Georgia regiment; after wards he was appointed a Brigadier General in the Army of Northern Vir ginia. No officer stood higher for per sonal bravery, ability or honor. His age was about forty-five years. ITom the Columbus (Ga.)Sun & Time?, April 26. The Funeral of General Semmes.— The funeral procession that followed the remains of Gen. Semmes to the cemetery from the Presbyterian church last afternoon, was a very large and im posing one. The surviving and honorary members of the Columbus and the City Light Guards, numbering over one hun dred and fifty men, acted as a military escort—had no muskets, of course. The companies were formed at the Baptist, and then marched to the Presbyterian Church, in the vestibule of which the coffin, which had been newly varnished yesterday, had remained in state since its arrival in the city. The coffin which contained the remains of Lieutenant C. Armstrong Bailey, which arrived Friday, had been placed upon the same bier, and commander and subordinate had slept side by side. As soon as the line was formed, the coffin of Lt. Bailey was carried to the Episcopal Church, where the remains will lie in state until 4 o’clock, p. m., to-day, when they will be deposited in the cemetery. Dr. R. A. Ware was marshal of the day, with Maj. Roswell Ellis as assistant. At the head of the ptoeession was the band playing a slow march, then came the City Light and Columbus Guards, marching iu column by platoons, as mili tary escort, followed by the hearse with pallbearers; then came Gen. Benning and staff, Cols. Crawford, R. Thompson and other Confederate officers, Major Wilkins, the City Council, and a long* train of carriages—the entire line being ft 1 y a half mile in length. The body was deposited iu the Soldiers’ Burial Ground on the south-east part of the cemetery. From the beautiful monu ment erected by our ladies, from the summit of which appeared the golden let ters, “Brig. Gen. Paul J. Semmes,” Rev. Messrs. Hall, of tho Presbyterian, aud Bevotie, of the Baptist Churches—the last the chaplain of the Guards—made brief addresses eulogistic of the deceased. Dr. I), related several personal incidents of General Semmes’ daring and skill, ex emplifying the chivalry of the chieftain and the piety of the man. There was beautiful music from a number of fine voices. A platform had been erected in rear of the monument, aud the singers and an organ were thereon. The pastors of the two Methodist Churches were also seated on the monument with the speakers. The lust rite was performed, aud the noble dead left to sleep with the brave comrades that so thickly lie around him —no more to be disturbed until the resurrection morn. Napoleon 111. was sixty years old on th - *2oth of April. THE MEMORIAL CELEBRATION IN SAVANNAH. We take the following extracts of the report of the Memorial Celebration in Sa vannah from the Morning News J? Herald , of that city, of Monday, April 27th: TIIF. CEREMONIAL AT CATHEDRAL CEMETERY. At 3 o’clock P. M. the children con nected with the Catholic School, assembled at the Cathedral and formed in proces sion—the Cross borne in front, on the right and left of which were the candles they reached the Cathedral Cemetery about 54 o’clock and the interesting ex ercises of the occasion commenced with out delay. Upon a platform erected in front of the tomb of the Sisters of Mercy who sleep peacefully after life’s work is done, were seated Bishop Verot, Father Defau, Father Gaboury, Father Bertazzi. Before them was a sarcophagus, em blematical of the rites due to the dead— around which were six tapers. The religious services of the occasion conducted by the reverend Bishop, as sisted by the reverend Fathers above mentioned, were opened with the chant ing of vespers The hushed solemnity of the vast multitude, the weeping of the willows, and the sighing of the pines gave a solemnity to the service which all present could feel belonged to the occasion. At the conclusion of vespers, Bishop Verot, taking the words of the Apostle, “ Although dead, he yet speaketh,” made a few remarks appropriate to the occasion. He said the words were originally used in reference to the death of Abel by his brother Cain, but with equal propriety they might be applied to the noble heroes who sleep in the Cemetery, the dead of a cause which has been lost. Although dead they yet speak—of patriotism, honor, love of country, and an unselfish devotion to what they regarded as principle. This, is the anniversary of the last day of that cause they espoused, but which, by the decree of Providence, has been lost. They were not there to apologize for the mo tives that induced those fallen braves to go into the battle. The question which would open upon an argument of this subject, gunpowder and bullets could never solve —they are still open, and were simply resolved into tho individual feeling of the heart whether allegiance was due to the State or the General Government. The clergy had come on this occasion to do a holy duty, to offer up prayers for the dead —of those who have given up their lives on their coun try's altar. The fact of the cause having been lost, detracts from none of the merit of the good work which has endeared their memories to all generations. As I said, we are not here to apologize for them, but to perform the solemn ser vices of the church, which we could not withhold, “prayers for the dead.” Iu the book of Maccabeus it is related that the soldiers under Judas Maccabeus, after defeating the enemy, destroyed the temples of their false gods; but some oi them, finding* within those temples objects of gold and silver, took them and hid them under their cloaks, contrary to the law of the God of Israel. Shortly after iu another engagement v. ith the enemy, the children of Israel were defeated and a number slain, and under the cloaks cf those slain were found the objects that had been carried away from the temples of the false gods. The leader of the peo ple of God, not viewing the sin of the people as one unpardonable, took up a collection of 72,000 drachms of silver which was sent to Jerusalem, and a sacri fice for the dead was thereby instituted. The prayer of absolution for the dead was then repeated, and after this the reverend Bishop with the vast multitude proceeded to decorate the graves of the Confederate dead iu the Cemetery. ceremonies at laurel grove. The major portion of the ladies of the city spent yesterday afternoon at the Laurel Grove Cemetery, iu paying a floral tribute to the memory of those “ Who vainly brave Died for the cause they could not save.” It was meet that the day consecrated to the worship of the Most lligh be spent iu decorating the graves and blessing the sod where sleep these fallen ones who rushed to arms to fight for what they be lieved to be right, and whose heroic deed arc written with their God. In the praiseworthy work of decorating the graves the afternoon was spent, and not until the shades of evening had deep ened over hill and river did the last oi the multitude leave the ground, leaving the dead to sleep. «.»•—- There is on the way to this country - ! full-size copy ot the “Apollo Belvidere, cut in Raracione marble. It. is seven and a half teet high, and will be, it is be lieved. the only exact copy in marble oi that celebrated stiitue in America.