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[For the Banner of the South.]
Rev. John Kelly, C. M.,
DIED OCTOBER 3d, 1807.
Last Autumn, when the leaves were falling,
Making mounds above the dead.
We thought the Fever Fiend had left u*-
B&ckward from our shores had fle<l.
So many homes were sorrow-shaded,
So many hearts were bowed in grief.
We hoped Death’s carnival was ended—
That Life had gained a respite brief.
One there was whose steps we followed,
With a sorrowing, silent prayer,
Asking God to guard him safely
Through the foul and fatal ait,
His white brow was Thought’s pure temple,
His bright eyes wore Virtue's own,
His sweet smile had Heaven’s brightness,
His kind voice an Angel’s tone.
Priesthood’s dignity enwrapt him,
As in a mautle strangely white!
In his presence thoughts of darkness
Changed their forms to thoughts of light!
Manhood’s wit, with childhood’s sweetness,
Heavenly grace with worldly lose,
These were his; with soul that always
Its baptismal garments wore!
We have seen him at the Altar—
Angolic face, though boyish form—
Speaking words of peace and wisdom,
Calming passion’s furious storm.
Thence he taught us Faith and Meekness-
How this life was but a day—
Morning’s heat, and pain, and labor,
Soon to evening’s rest gave way.
And he bore the burthen bravely,
While the pestilence raged wild.
Bending o’er the sick and dying,
Offering prayers for those that died.
Day and night he heard the voices,
Calling on him in their needs;
And he went—for God is honored
Less by words than noble deeds!
Who did not mark the pallor spreading
O’er that pale, Seraphic face ?
Who did not heed the meaning, deepening
In that life so full of grace ?
* * * * *
’Twas October, Leaves were falling,
Changing Earth’s green robe to brown,
Standing at the post of danger,
Death’s dark Angel struck him down!
Placed her seal upon his forehead,
Laid her blight upon his lips,
O’er the brightness of his eyelids
Placed her certain, sad eclipse!
Then we knew the Fiend bad waited
For this prize, so rich and rare,
needing not our tearful pleadings,
Mocking all our sorrowing prayer.
Doar white hands! So often lifted
Toward the mercy-throne of God,
O’er your twined tired fingers,
Softly rest the dewy sod !
Pure, bright eyes! so often booming
With that pity all divine,
O’er your closed and weary eyelids
May God’s sunlight softly shine l
Young, stainless heart I whoso thoughts, so holy,
Cheored other hearts in days of gloom,
0, may the grace of consecration
Rest upon thee in the tomb!
True Priest of God 1 Our hearts are broken
With the anguish of our loss;
Thou hast won the Crown of Glory,
Help us bear our heavy Cross! S. B. E.
New Orteant, 1868.
THE MONDAYS OF THE EMPRESS.
[Paris Correspondence of the Boston Post]
These Monday receptions are divested of
much of the formality, and a greater inti
macy obtains than at any ot the ceremo
nious entertainments of the Tuileries. The
foreign ambassadors, and two secretaries
from each legation, the French marshals,
admirals, and great dignitaries of the
Empire, figure upon the list of the invited,
which is supervised by the Empress her
self. Os those only who have been pre
sented at court, strangers, Frenchmen of
letters, artists, etc., that list is also formed,
and, at 10 o’clock, the guests alight at the
pavilion of l’Horloge, and, entering, take
the staircase to the left, that to the right
being the one of great occasions. Humiers
and valets de pied line the way, and at the
door of the hall a card is demanded. In
former years, dancing took place in a
smaller saloon, depending from the petite
apartemenU of her Majesty; but this year,
owing to the much lengthened list ot those
bidden, it is in the sails desmarechaux that
one finds the band of Strauss perched in
the gallery, and the Emperor and Empress
make their appearance only when the hall
is nearly filled. About the sides of this
salle dee mareehaux , superb with historical
paintings and Gobelins tapestry, are ranged
sofas three or four deep, and on these,
away behind, one sometimes perceives
spectators standing. The number present
rarely exceeds one thousand or twelve
hundred people —enough, at all events, for
their Majesties, who, upon entering, are
overwhelmed by the greetings of their
visitors. The Empress is generally in
simple toilette —the Emperor in evening
dress, and ail air of affable courtesy pre
vails, which is foreign to state balls at the
palace. The dancing commenced, the
Emperor wanders about the rooms, the
polite and simple host; whilst, in another
.-aloon, a sort of sanctuary that, surround
ing the Empress, is a distinguished circle,
and otten one sees there Auber, Dumas
Jih, Nigra, the Princess Metternich, the
Duchess ofMouehy, the Countess of Pour
talcs, and eavans , artists, and others ot
rank and distinction. With such conver
sational talent as many of the above pos
sess, wit and humor are not wanting, with
beauty and amiability, to render altogether
charming tins little salon in opal gray,
where, amid flowers, bronzes, works of
art and magnificent tapestry, the Empress
holds a delightful petite cour. Many a man
has made his reputation there causier or
lei esprit , the Count de Solms, the Prus
sian Secretary, for one, and Dumas
another, who owe much to the quick aud
friendly appreciation of the Empress and
Princess Metternich. The Emperor, leaving
the card room, ordinarily enters the sanc
tuary ot the Empress about midnight, when
supper is announced, and all pass into the
salle de Deane , where the collation is par
taken of upright. During the supper, the
Emperor and Empress withdraw, and, after
it, the great leaders of the German reign
in glory, M. d’Apponyi, nephew of the
Austrian Ambassador, the Count Hoyos,
and the Marquis de Caux, are the most
distinguished ones, though other young
gentlemen owe not a little of their political
advancement to a perfect step displayed at
the hale intimes of Eugenie.
GEMS OF PROSE AND POETRY.
A Beautiful Thought. —Dickens wrote:
“There is nothing—no, nothing—beautiful
and good, that dies, and is forgotten. An
infant, a prattling child, dying in its cradle,
will live again in the better thoughts of
those who loved it, and play its part, though
its body be burned to ashes, or drowned in
the deepest sea. There is not an Angel
added to the hosts of Heaven, but does its
blessed work on earth in those who loved
it here. Dead! Oh, if the good deeds of
human creatures could be traced to their
source, how beautiful w r ould even death
appear! for how much charity, mercy, and
purified affection would be seen to have
their growth in dusty graves ?”
NOBLEMEN.
The uoblest men I know on earth,
Are men whose hands aro brown with toil;
Who, backed by no ancestral graves,
Hew down the woods and till the soil.
And win thereby a prouder fame
Than follows King or warrior’s name.
The workingmen, whate’er their task,
To carve the stone or bear the hod—
They wear upon their honest brows
The royal stamp and seal of God!
And brighter are the drops of sweat
Than diamonds in a coronet!
God bless the noble working men,
Who rear the cities of the plain,
Who dig the mines and build the ships,
And drive the commerce of the main;
God bless them 1 for their swarthy hands
Have wrought the glory of our lands.
Yesterday, To-Day, and To-Moerow.—
The beauty of the following eloquent pas
sage will be appreciated by all of our
readers: after generation,”
says a fine writer, ‘‘have felt as we now
feel, and their lives were as active as our
own. They passed like a vapor, while Na
ture wore the same aspect of beauty as
when her Creator commanded her to be.
The heavens shall be as bright over our
graves as they are now around our paths.
The world will have the same attractions
for our offspring yet unborn, as she had
once for our children. Yet a little while,
all will have happened. The throbbing
heart will be stilled, and all will be at rest.
Our funeral will wind its way; and prayers
will be said, and then we shall be left alone*
in silence and in darkness for the worms.
And, it may be, for a short time we shall
be spoken of, but the things of life will
creep in, and our names will soon be for
gotten. Days will continue to move on,
and laughter and song will be heard in the
room in which we die; and the eye that
mourned for us will be dried, and glisten
again with joy ; and even our children will
cease to think of us, and will not remember
to lisp our names.”
LONG YEARS AGO.
All for a pretty girlish faoo,
Two chocks of rosy huo,
Two laughing lips of vermeil tint,
And eyes of heaven’s blue.
All for a little dimpled chin.
A round throat snowy fair, ,
A darling mouth to dream upon,
Aud glorious golden hair,
All for a tender cooing voice,
And gentle fluttering sighs;
All for the promise made to me
By story-telling eyes.
All for that pretty girlish faoe,
For a hand as white as snow,
I dreamed a foolish dream of love,
Long, long years ago.
We all complain of the shortness of
time, and yet have much more than we
know what to do with. Our lives are
either spent in doing nothing at all, in do
ing nothing to the purpose, or in not doing
what we ought to. We are always com
plaining that our days are few, and acting
as though there would be no end to them.
Let our love be firm, constant, and in
separable ; not coming and returning, like
the tide, but descending like a never-falling
river, ever running into the ocean of divine
excellency, passing on in the channels of
duty, and a constant obedience, and never
ceasing to be what it is, till it comes to be
wliat it desires to be; still being a river
Mini ©urn §®im,
He then offered him some venison, and
such other refreshment as his stock affor
ded, and having 1 laid some bear skins
for his bed, he desired that he would re
pose himself for the night, and he would
awake him early in the morning, and
conduct him on nis way.
Accordingly, in the morning they set
off, and the Indian led him out of the for
est, and put him into the road which he
was to pursue; but just as they were
taking leave, he stepped before the plan
ter, and turning round and staring him
full in the face, asked him whether he
recollected his features.
The planter was now struck with
shame and confusion, when he recog
nised in his kind protector the Indian whom
he had so harshly treated.
He confessed that he knew him, and
was full of excuses for his brutal beha
vior, to which the Indian only replied:
“ When you see poor Indians fainting
for a cup of cold water, don’t say again,
“Get you gone, you Indian dog.” The
Indian then wished him well on his jour
ney, and left him. It is not difficult to
say which of these two had the best claim
to the name of Christian.
Protection From Clothes Moths.—
We clip the following from a circular
issued by Brig. Gen. G. H. Crossman,
Assistant Quartermaster General, Phila
delphia :
Many and various methods are given
for the protection of woolen clothing
against the attacks of this insect. Spirits
of turpentine, gum camphor, and the
leaves of tobacco, sprinkled among it are
all recommended. At the clothing de
pot here, we formerly used freely the first
of these as a preventive; but for the
certain destruction of the eggs and larva,
we fouud the only sure and effective
means, to be a thorough brushing, shak
ing, and whipping, with- small sticks, of
all our woolen articles twice a year, viz :
About the middle of May, or the first of
june, and last of September, or early in
October. Cloths may, however, be se
cured forever fiom the attacks of the moth,
by being washed or sponged on both sides
with a solution of the corrosive sublimate
of mercury, in alcohol, made just strong
enough not to leave a white stain upon a
black feather.
Any air-tight wrapper of cotton or linen
cloth, or even of the thinnest paper, will
effectually protect woolens or furs from
the moths, and they may be killed by fu
migating the article containing them with
tobacco smoke, or with sulphur, or by
shutting it in an air-tight vessel and then
plungiug’the latter into boiling water, or
exposing it to steam for ten or fifteen
minutes, or by putting it into an oven
heated to about 150 degrees Fahrenheit.
A Memorial Movement.— We learn
from an exchange, that, “ at a meeting of
ex-Gonfederate soldiers, held in Athens
on the 30th ult,, it was resolved, upon
motion of Major Lamar Cobb, to form an
association to be called the “ Soldiers’
Memorial Association,” whose object shall
be to erect, by subscription, a monument
to the memory of Mrs. Elizabeth Church
Robb, in the Cemetery at Athens; and
that an Executive Committee of nine
till it is turned into sea and vastness, even
the immensity of a blessed eternity.
WOMEN.
Ye are stars of the night, ye are gems of the morn,
Ye are dew-drops whose lustre illumines the thorn;
And r&yless that night is, that morning unblest
When no beam in your eye lights up peace in the
breast;
And the sharp thorn of sorrow sinks deep in the h«irt,
Till the sweet lip of woman assuages the smart;
'Tls hers o’er the couch of misfortune to bend,
In fondness a lover, in firmness a friend;
And adorn’d by the bays or enwreath’d with the
willow,
Her smile is our meed, and her bosom our piUow.
The Humane Indian.— An Indian, who
had not met with his usual success in
hunting, wandered down to a plantation
among the back settlements in Virginia,
and seeing a planter at his door, asked
for a morsel of bread, for he was very
hungry. The planter bade him begone,
for he would give him none.
Will you give me a cup of your
beer ? ” said the Indian.
“ No, you shall have none here,” re
plied the planter.
“ But I arn very faint,” said the sav
age ; “ will you give me only a draught
of cold water ? ”
“ Get you gone, you Indian dog ; you
shall have nothing here,” said the planter.
It happened, some months after, that
the planter went on a shooting party up
into the woods, where, intent upon his
game, he missed his company and lost
his way, and night coming on, he wan
dered through the forest untill he espied
an Indian wigwam.
He approached the savage’s habitation
and asked him to show him the way to a
plantation on that side of the country.
“It is too late for you to go there this
evening, sir,” said the Indian; “ but if
you will accept of my homely fare, you
are welcome.”
members, of which General John B. Gor
don shall be Chairman, be appointed to
carry out this purpose.”
MARRIED.
At the Catholic Church, in this city, on Tnesdav
evening, June 30th, 1868, by the Rev. J. F. Kirby,
William Bennett and Miss Assie O'Connor, all of
this city.
Also, at the same time and place, Eugene J.
O’CoNNon and Miss Margaret M. Magarahan,
daughter of James Magarahan, Esq., all of this city.
‘•Two souls with but a single thought,
Two hearts that beat as one.”
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LIQUORS,
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BACON,
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Price, oomplete, from $7 to $lO.
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