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DISSOLUTION.’
THE firm of COE & LATIMER is this day dis
solved by mutual consent. H. A. COE,
Greencsboro, May Ist, 1858 J. S. LATIMER.
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May 13, 1858 tjanl
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ATLANTA, GEORGIA,
HAVE, for six years past, been doing a heavy
GR OCER Y, PR OD UCE AND C OMMISSION
BUSINESS, and take this method of saying to the
readers ol the Crusader that Atlanta, as a produce
market, is unequalled in Georgia ; and they are still
determined, by prompt and faithful attention to all or
ders, to merit a continuance of the liberal patronage
heretofore extended to them. Orders for Bacon, Lard,
Corn, Flour, Feathers, Groceries, Factory Goods, (pc.
must be accompanied with the cash or satisfactory ref
erences. [Atlanta, June 3—6 mos
linn mms.
THE subscriber offers for sale 25 or 30 bushels
of the Winter Grass-seed, (known as the Iverscn
Grass—he having the reputation of introducing the
same into Georgia.) Having raised three crops of this
Grass, I am decidedly of the opinion that it is the best
that has ever been introduced into this section, it being
far preferable to rye or btrley for lots or grazing purpo
ses. It grows luxuriantly all winter —hard freezes or
heavy rains being no interference. It improves the land
on which it grows; neither does it hinder or obstruct
the growth of any other crop on the same ground. AH
animals that feed on grass are very fond of it. The
seed may be sown at any time from June until October
and do well. I will refer the public to a perusal of the
Circular of Hon. B. V. Iverson. Any person who de
sires to procure the Grass-seed from m® can do so by
early application, and have it sent to any place which
they may designate. D. HERRON.
N. B. Any further information wanting can be ob
tained by addressing me at Penfield. D. 11.
Penfield, Ga. June 3, 1858 8t
CERATOCHLOA BREVf ARISTATA
Or, Short Awn Horn Grass.
Columbus, Ga. Sept. 29th, 1856.
To the Planters, Farmers and Stock Raisers of Greene
County, Ga :
Gentlemen :
I take this method to bring to your notice a Foreign
Winter Grass, the seed of which is now acclimated,
and which I sincerely desire every Planter and Raiser
to possess and cultivate. This grass grows in the fall,
winter and spring only, and is emphatically a winter
grass. For the grazing of stock and making nutritious
hay and restoring worn out fields, it has no superior.
This grass has the following valuable qualities, which
many year’s experience has abundantly demonstrated:
Ist It lias the largest seed of any known species of
grass, being nearly as large as wheat.
2d It will grow [on very rich ground] from three to
four feet high, when seasonable.
3d It is nevet injured by cold —no freeze hurts it. •
4th It is never troubled by insects of any kind.
sth It is never injured or retarded in growing by heavy
rains, overflows or ordinary drought.
Gth It grows as fast as Millet or Lucerne.
7th It is as nutritious as barley, and stock are as fond
of it as they are of that. r
Bth It will keep horses, mules, cattle, sheep, goats,
hogs and poultry fat throughout the winter and spring,
from November to May.
9th It will then (the stock being withdrawn, and the
ground being rich) yield from three to four tons of ex
cellent hay per acre, cutting when the seed is green (in
milk) each time.
10th It saves corn and fodder being fed away to stock
during the winter and spring.
11th Tt comp!etely*protects fields from washing rains.
I2th It ennables fanners to have an abundance of
rich milk, cream and butter, with fat beef, mutton, &c.
for the table.
13th It will (if followed with our Cornfield pea or
bean) give to farmers the cheapest, simplest, the surest
and the most paying plan to reclaim worn out fields, and
fertilize those not yet so, which the ingenuity of man
can devise.
14th It will sow its own seeds after the first time,
without expense or trouble, thereby re-producing itself
(through its seeds) on the same ground ad infinitum.
15th It does not spread or take possession of a field,
so as to be difficult to get rid of, but can be effectually
destroyed at any stage before the seed ripen and fallout,
by being plowed up or under.
This grass having the above enumerated properties,
will be found, by all who cultivate it., far superior to
any other species ever introduced, or which can be in- j
troduced, tor the climate and soil of our country.
B. V. IVERSON.
THE firm of WM. P. EDMONDSON & CO. is
this day dissolved by mutual consent. The out
standing debts of the firm will be settled by Wm. P.
Edmondson, to whom all demands must be presented,
and who is authorised to use the name of the firm in
settling the business of the same. May 28th, 1848
W. P. EDMONDSON,
June 3—lt WM. O. CHENEY.
j
A GOOD lot of SALT in new sacks.
March 18, 1858 J. M. BOWLES.
POWDER and SHOT! J. M. BOWLES.
April 22
A SPLENDID article of No. 1 MACKEREL.
Feb 11 J. M. BOWLES & CO.
Death is a fearful thing :
The wearied and most loathed earthly life
That age, ache, penury and imprisonment
Can lay on nature, is a Paradise
To what we fear of death !
He who has a thousand friends has not a friend to
spare;
And he who has one enemy shall meet him everywhere.
• —The Persian,
THE ADOPTED ORGAN OE ARE THE TEMPERANCE ORGANIZATIONS IN THE STATE.
PENFIELD, GEORGIA, THURSDAY, JUNE 10, 105 8.
/ /* EDITRESS’ \\
( V Ql^Jc^r^ga.g^-Ckr J )
BY MRS. M. E. BRYAN.
A PEEP BEHIND THE SCENES,
\ ears ago, in looking over an old library, I
chanced to stumble upon a time-worn volume,
whose quaint title of “ The Devil on two sticks,”
induced me to read it. I think it was by a Ger
man author, though I have forgotten the name;
but it was tinctured with the mysticism, the
strange mixture of poetry and philosophy, sense
and superstition, that belongs to the German
school. A student—probably of Gottingen—by
the accidental breaking of a glass jar, sets at lib
erty an imp who had been confined there many
centuries, and in gratitude to his deliverer, the
spirit grants him the power of being invisible on
certain occasions, and takes him on a round
through the city, that by a descent of its chim
neys he may take a peep behind the scenes, and
make himself master of the domestic secrets so
many spend their lives in endeavoring to con
ceal.
Think of that, oh! ye prying, scandal-loving
gossips, male and female, who in your hearts fre
quently deplore the scarcity of news that might
lay claim to a shadow of truth, and are forced to
draw upon your own powers of invention : think,
ye living telegraphs, what an improvement on
keyhole facilities, on cross-questioning of servants
and making spies of your children, it would be
if you had the student’s power of rendering your
selves invisible at will, and with eye and ear in
tent, and tongue silent, (what a serious difficulty
that last would be!) you could*drink in such
knowledge of your neighbor’s .affairs, as would
occupy all your time and ingenuity in embellish,
ing and disseminating it. How many peaked
nosed spinsters and slander-loving meddlers of
both sexes would sell their souls for the privilege!
But let us not be uncharitable ; curiosity is a
weakness inherent in all the children of Adam.
Without doubt, that, quite as much as benevo
lence, influenced the excellent Haroun Alraschid.
in his researches into his neighbor’s affairs, and
very few of us there are so free from human
frailty that we would not like to’ take an occa
sional peep behind the scenes, in the great drama
of human life going on around us.
But it was not the gratification of this natural
feeling that induced the “ Devil on two .sticks”
to open to his protege, the doors of private cham
bers, and reveal to him human nature in its
nakedness, stripped of the accessories that dazzle
the eye of the uninitiated. Hqgwished to teach
him the stern lessons that youth learns in the
long and painful school of experience- to teach
him what a gilded humbug—what a whited sep
ulchre is life.
“All is not gold that glitters,” is a truism man
kind had learned long before the advent of Shak
speare. Tile world is a mighty masquerade, and
men wear false faces and act their parts before
each other; and a disenchanting process it would
be to the unexperienced, if they could look be
yond the “outward seeming.” They would find
that, not alone is deception practiced upon the
stage, where Jones and his wife, as Lord and Lady
Macbeth, drink colored water from goblets of
gilt pasteboard, and where Im petite Cclestine, alias
Polly Price, the tailor’s daughter, wins the hearts
of newsboys and clerks by whirling around in the
ballet, in a cloud of dirty tulle, and goes at night
to eat stale beef and sleep in the straw. Yet, not
hero alone is the pleasant game of deception
practised. It is in constant operation in the
every-day life around us. There, in your board
ing house, is Mrs. Mince, wlio calls lier husband
“ Charles dear” in public, and boxes his ears in
private. There is Col. and Mrs. Pompadour and
their magnificent daughter, who wears paste dia
monds and trailing brocades, talks largely of
“my uncle, Gov. H. of Virginia,” ignores all ac
quaintance with plebian labor, and ushers her
visitors into parlors, reflecting the rich lustre of
rosewood and ebony.
Take a peep behind the scenes, into the private
apartments where no guest is permitted to enter;
see how heroically the Pompadours starve at
home; how the gi and Colonel blacks his own
boots and Miss Arabella cooks fragmentary veg
etables and stale sausages, and sleeps on dilapi
dated matresses. Then again, there is Harry H.
a fresh country importation, who, in public and
private, vows eternal love to his beautiful Sappho,
and by the aid of rhyming dictionaries and a reg
iment of standard poets, succeeds in manufac
turing verses upon her arched eyebrows and
graceful ringlets. Ah ! enamored youth, could
you know that those very curls you pressed to
.your lips repose every night in her bureau drawer;
that those “ brows divine” cost her half an hour
to pencil, and the cheek’s blushing roses were
purchased yesterday at the perfumery’s—could
you, in brief, have some friendly “ Devil on two
sticks” to unbar to you the. lady’s dressing-room,
and afford you an opportunity of comparing
“ Sappho, at her toilet’s greasy task,
With Sappho, fragrant at an evening mask,”
how your infatuation would vanish! And the
gallant young Lothario’s whom romantic dam
sels convert into dark-eyed heroes, who quote
Byron, speak familiarly of Tom Moore and talk of
taking European tours—what if their admiring
Dulcinias could take a peep behind the scenes,
and behold the youth of “manly form’’ carried
to bed by his valet, vomiting cheap whiskey on
the way, or see the noble “being” dodging around
corners and through by-lanes, to elude exaspera
ted tailors and washerwomen, or plastering down
his dickey, minus the lower appendages, and
| thrusting his shirtless arms into the broadcloth
coat they thought so elegant.
And you. oh ! Ccelebs, in search of a wife, if you
could look in upon the gil ls who last night smiled
and blushed and looked like veritable angels in
their fluttering blue ribbons and white muslins,
if you could see those “delicate Ariels” ten min
utes after the party is over, gathered in their robes
de no it around a snuffbox, with a mop between
their rosy lips, your astonishment would only
equal your disgust.
You go to Mrs. B’s soiree, and are charmed
with the pretty, loving way with which she leans
upon her husband’s arm and looks up into his
face. “What a happy couple!” you mentally
ejaculate. Ah simpleton! you do not know that
the secret of Mrs. B’s bright eyes and flushed
cheeks, is a domestic tornado that fifteen minutes
before raged behind the curtain; that the very
bouquet she holds up to her husband with the
naive smilo you think so charming, was sent her
with a private npte by the handsome Captain
yonder, and that when, with one jewelled hand
she places a moss rose-bud in the button T hole of
Mr. 8., with the other she drops a billet demx into
the palm of the Captain, who has seized her hand
for the dance. Is she more reprehensible than
yonder saintly matron—leader of the Dorcas soci
ety and infinitely interested in the heathen of
Borroboolah Gah—and who yet coolly cheats her
sewing girl out of a third of her hard earnings, and
turns the little orphan she has taken from charity
into a drudge of all work, speaking with mock
humility of her benevolence in public, and in the
safe seclusion of her chamber boasting of her
shrewdness to her husband—the liberal merchant
prince—the Christian philanthropist, deacon in
the new church, with his name at the head of all
subscriptions—who leads class on Sunday morn
ings, and in the evening sands his sugar, waters
his molasses and mixes pebbles in his coffee sacks,
in the back room of his grocery, safe from prying
eyes.
Very well it is that people cannot peep behind
the scenes, for what would become of the com
placency of Mrs. C., who, after a long, tirade
against her* dear friend, Mrs. F. concludes by qui
etly adjusting her collar and saying—“ But poor
tiling, I haven’t the heart to break with her en
tirely ; she is so fond of me; I assure you she
quite doses upon me.”
How her crest would droop if she knew that
her “dear friend” was at that moment saying the
very same things about herself!
Ah well; examples might be extended and
multiplied, but conscience bids us look within.
Dare we cast the stone at an erring brother? Are
not we, too, acting a part, and do we never flatter
our acquaintances and change our tone when
their backs are turned ? Would it be a matter of
indifference to us if a “devil on two sticks” had
access to our private chambers ? All! at the great
day of wrath, when the veil shall be withdrawn,
the curtain lifted and our secret life revealed,
how many of us shall shrink from the dread or
deal ! M. E. B.
EXCHANGE OF FLATTERIES.
| T has been said, that at no period of her life is
X a woman proof against flattery. In many, the
appetite becomes morbid. They will pertina
ciously fish for compliments, even when their
common sense teaches them that they must be
uttered at the expense of truth. Young ladies
have a habit of trafficking in compliments, deal
ing out their flatteries profusely for the purpose
of receiving others in exchange.
“Oh! sweet, how lovely you do look to-night!
That blue crepe is superb. How do you think I
look ?” is a very common and very transparent
ruse to obtain food for craving vanity, and our
would-be blue stockings, carry this into their po
etry. The other day, in looking over the pages
of an exchange, I found that all the poetical con
tributions (of which there were several) were
upon this principle of exchange. Thus, Minnie
(who, having published some lines about her own
heart, fancies herself one of the “giftedfew,’’) ad
dresses some lackadaisical stanzas to “Lillie,”
calling her “sweet bird of song,” praying once
more to lmar her “notes divine,” begging her ac
ceptance of the humble offering she lays at her
“ gifted feet,” and saying a great deal of nonsense
about spiritual affinities and intellectual sympa
thies, which she has gathered without under
standing from Mrs. Browning.
Forthwith—on the principle of recompense—
Lillie returns the compliment by an affecting an
swer to Minnie—greeting her spirit’s friend with
school-girl enthusiasm, alluding touchingly to
her loveliness of heart, and the consolation she
finds in the “music of her own sad lyre,” and
winding up by assuring her “sweet sister min
strel,” that her song has fallen like healing dew
upon her withered heart; whereupon, the sweet
minstrel determines the blighted heart of her
friend shall have the full benefit of the soothing
applications of her genius, and the pages of the
next “Weekly Garlend” are enriched by another
offering to “Lillie,” which, in its turn, demands
a response, and so on ad infinitum.
Now, this is sheer desecration of the province
of poetry. If these “daughters of song” are re
ally legitimate offsprings, if they truly feel within
their souls, the “stirrings of tliegift divine,"sure
ly their muse can venture upon a higher flight.
In the living world around us, with its beauty
and its blight, they might certainly find topics
better suited to the labors of genius, than the
versification of hackneyed compliments and stale
sentiments. The empire of poetry, though prin
ted with the feet of inspired pilgrims, has still
flowers unculled, blooming in solitary places—
flowers of gorgeous beauty, and sweet, humbler
blossoms, whose fragrance would fall like a bless
ing on weary hearts. Let poets go back to na
ture and translate for us the language of her
birds and flowers, or the sublimer writing of God
on the sea, the star-gemmed sky, and the un
trodden snow of mountains.
Or, let them look within and interpret into
words that breathe the music of the heart—the
human heart, with its joys, its hopes, its unspeak
able sorrows, its yearnings for higher life, its
deathless passions and pleading love. Let them
do this, and learn to follow nature in her simpli
city > and let those who have not been consecra
ted by the holy baptism of genius, withdraw from
her altar,
“For hands will scribble, that should only bake.”
Let them do this, I say, and the shrine of po
esy will not be so often desecrated, or sacrilege
committed in her sacred temple. M. E. B.
10ST, YET NOT DEAD.
IT is sad to watch the life-breath stealing fainter
and fainter through lips that we have pressed
in the red bloom of health; sad to fold hands
that have clasped ours in love’s kindly pressure
above a pulseless bosom; to hear the rain falling
upon the graves of the loved and lost, and know
we have one less to stand by us in the battle of
life; but oh ! there is a grief yet more bitter; a
desolation still more profound ; a gulf of separa
tion between hearts wider than that of which
death is the creator, for grief is softened and hal
lowed by the parting kiss and blessing, and the
memory of undoing affection; the bridge of hope
spans the abyss of the grave, and beyond love
stands beckoning glory crowned on the shores of
eternity ; but when human passions and agencies
have sundered the tie of friendship; when cold
ness and estrangement have frozen the fountain
of love, no such tender hopes and memories sanc
tify the loss.
The feeling may be a selfish oh! is it
not less mournful to close the pale lids above eyes
whose last glance lingered lovingly upon yours,
thah to see those eyes turn upon you with cold
indifference? Is it not better to feel the last faint
fluttering of the heart pressed to yours than to know
that that heart still throbs on, high with life and
health, and yet, not one pulsation quickens at
your name; that the flame of love is burned to
cold a?hes on its altar, and olden memories and
sweet associations have no power to kindle the
fire anew ? Os all the lamentable sounds of earth,
“ There are none that leaven the air
With a more bitter leaven of sure despair,
*1 han these words 1 1 loved once M
and there is no torture more keen and refined,
than when youi’ heart is weary and desolate,
aching for love and sympathy, to meet, in a giddy
crowd, an eye that once grew bright at yourcoin
ing, and shrink beneath its glance of coldness or
aversion ; to see the sneer curl the lip we have
kissed in passionate tenderness; to look up, wist
fully, at the sound of a familiar tone, only to hear
words of withering sarcasm in the same voice that
once called you by all the sweet, endearing names
of love
. . Not dead, yet lost tous (<m.veiv-
A giave in the heart, over which hope strews no flowers
Loved once! but alas! the fountain that fertil
ized the soul, is changed to a Marah of bitterness,
Ihe flowers once trampled upon, can never
bloom again, for even reconciliation cannot bring
back lost confidence; “no deep wound ever closed
without a scar,” and no cement can restore the
shattered vase to its pristine beauty. M. E. B.
. TRUE HEROES.
MAN is not the selfish, contemptible animal
that cynics would have us believe. Thecrea
ture God formed in his own image, has not whol
ly lost all likeness to the great and glorious origi
nal ; and the divine virtues of courage and forti
tude— of patience and undying love, are not so
rare in their exercise, as we are tempted to think
in our darker moments, where the mist of doubt
obscures our vision. There are more lofty souls
than high renowns, and more heroes than histo
ry or fame has chronicled. We pass them by un
noticed, in our eager pursuit of wealth or plea
sure, until some chance circumstance rends
the veil of selfishness; or it may be, death
throws the gleam of his torch hack upon the lives
of the lost, and we pause and look about us, and
lo! we have walked side by side with those of
whom the world was not worthy—heroes in the
battle of life, with the true courage of the con
queror—the patience that endures, that ennobles
and redeems—martyrs, wearing their crown of
thorns with a smile of such serene resignation,
that we never dreamed how deeply they pierced
the bleeding foreheads.
With such spirits as these, we have walked fa
miliarly ; but the dust of life’s great thorough
fare obscured their brightness, and we knew
them not, till we caught the shimmering of their
wings, as they passed from earth forever.
There are pale forms that we constantly en
counter in the busy scenes of life—frail, youthful
forms—it may be of slender children—with the
look of premature age on their young brows, or
forms weary and bent with years, that yet en
shrine souls of heroism, more strong and true,
and infinitely more pure than that which bade
Ctesar and Napoleon sacrifice their fellow-man at
the shrine of their ambition.
Oh! the patient, toiling ones of earth, laboring
with self-denying courage for the loved ones de
pendent on them for bread, bearing, in silence,
the heavy burden of poverty—the sneer of the
callous—the cruelty of the oppressor, and often—
worse fate of all—their noble self-abnegation un
appreciated by those for whom their heart’s blood
is drained, drop by drop. There are no records
of such heroes on the pages of history; there are
none to grave their names on monuments of mar
ble ; but think you their mute, patient suffering—
their holy fortitude will be unrewarded ?
“ Ye shall be sorrowful,” said the Saviour in his
last touching exhortation to his chosen ones—
which, in simple pathos and sublime tenderness,
stands alone in literature—“ Ye shall be sorrow
ful ; hut your sorrow shall be turned to joy.”
Aye, and in the day of retribution, when the lau
rels of earth’s crowned and worshipped ones are
scathed by the lightnings of divine wrath, then,
and not till then, shall it be knowm who were the
world’s true heroes. M. E. B.
MERCER UNIVERSITY.
THE catalogue for 1857—’8 of this well-known
and deservedly popular University is now be
fore us, showing it to be still prosperous and im
proving. It can hardly be otherwise, with the
liberal patronage it possesses—its abundant re
sources—its efficient corps of teachers—thorough
discipline and excellent situation, in a quiet
village, whose morality and freedom from dissi
pation are proverbial in the State.
Wo see, in the list of graduates and students,
the names of several that are personally known
to us, for we have the good fortune to claim as
friends more than one who are proud of owning
Mercer University as their Alma Mater.
May it continue to improve and flourish, and
maintain the high reputation it has won.
M. E. B.
COMMON SENSE VOUNG YOUNG LADIES-
If young ladies only know it, they would be
makingjthemselves for more attractive in the eye
of sensible persons of the opposite sex, by showing
that they are not afraid of performing a little la
bor than by a mawkish impression that they are
above work. Houng men of brains, while of course
despising that slavery that would continually keep
the ladies at the washstand, or at the sewing ta
ble, without amusement and relaxation at all,
love to see a desire in young ladies to make them
selves useful, and in selecting a wife would vastly
prefer such an one; It is all a mistaken point
that ladies need he dressed in furs and silks and
feathers, to win the admiration of young men.
We know of a half a cfozen of young men who
fell in love with their wives when dressed in plain
est clothing.
At a late ball in Baltimore, a gentleman (prob
ably of the codfish aristocracy,) having danced
with a young lady whose attractions, both per
sonal and conversational, seemed to have made
impressions on his sensibilities, asked to have the
pleasure of seeing her on the following evening.
“Why no, sir,” replied the fair one, “ I .shall
be engaged to-morrow evening but 1 will tell you
when you can see me.”
“ I shall be most happy,” exclaimed the stricken
swain.
“Well, on Saturday,” resumed the lady, “you
can see me at the foot of Marsh’ market, selling
cabbage!” *
Tke gentleman went, saw the usefulness of the
lady, was still more entranced with her, aud they
were married shortly after. —Crystal Fountain.
A Western cotemporary (who is an old bache
lor) says “ every word of the following fragment
is true
The girls are all a fleeting show,
For man’s delusion given:
Their smiles of joy, their tears of woe,
Deceitful shine, deeeitful flow,
k There’s not one true in twenty seven l
EDITOR AND PROPRIETOR.
er ‘A T e welcome “ Rena” toour columns with
pride and pleasure, hoping often to be favored
with droppings from her graceful pen.
Lit. Editor.
[Written for the Georgia Temperance Crusader.]
A LAY OF SPRING.
Trees are sighing in the breeze,
Dew is sparkling on the leaves ;
Waked from slumbers of the night
Flowers smile in beauty bright.
And the trill of birds from the budding spray,
As they leap and carol their merry lay,
Rings cheerily on the balmy breeze,
And swetly echoes from the bending trees.
Light is dancing o’er the glade,
Quiv’ring in the silent shade ;
The cattle’s bell within the field,
Chants a ceaseless joyous peal.
And glad streams are rippling with joyous tone,
Dancing and gliding o’er the mossy stone
By the bubbling spring whose waters so sweet,
Are dreamily slumbering at my feet.
Clouds arc floating in the sky,
In silent beauty passing by,
Tinged with gold a purple hue,
Crimsom and a shade of blue.
The brown bee is sipping the nectar’s sweet,
The grasshopper chirrups around my feet;
And butterflies float on beautiful wing,
Around the fresh-blooming flowers ofspring.
The woodman's axe in echoes loud,
Resounds within the leafy wood—
Nature’s awake, earth is glad,
And I, oh, no! I’ll not be sad :
Let my heart he filled with beautiful light
When the world is beaming, joyous and bright;
Let my spirit reflect its thousand rays,
And my murmuring accents all be praise.
For soon the merry spring will go,
And summer skies will brightly glow,
And golden autumn follow soon,
Gleaming with the harvest moon.
Then let me rejoice in the song of the birds,
The flowers that speak such sweet gentle words;
And let me be glad as the zephyr’s soft wing,
That floats in the beautiful light of spring.
Atlanta, Georgia. RENA.
BRIDAL BELLS.
BY MARY E. BRYAN.
Put your arm around me, mother,
Raise me softly from the bed,
Once again on your dear bosom
Let me lay my aching head.
Lightly let your soothing fingers
Put aside my tangled hair—
Let me look upon, the beauty
Ofthis Sabbath, still and fair.
See! the checkered sunlight falling,
Golden through the linden trees,
And haik! the bells’ glad chiming
Comes upon the passing breeze.
Why ring such merry pealings
On this stilly, Sabbath day ?
Nay do not tremble mother,
Do not turn your eyes away.
I know, that for his bridal
Ring to-day those marriage hells;
I had thought that they would smite me
Like the sound of funeral kneels.
But a change has come upon me;
I waken as from sleep,
And upon my troubled spirit
Falls a stillness, sweet and deep.
You see that I can name him
With no flush upon my cheek,
Through my tones no tremor thrilling,
Though you deemed me frail and weak.
I can think ofhim as standing
By his fair and bright haired bride,
And though all the holy angels
Know his place is by my side,
Yet, no dark and vengeful feeling
Turns my thoughts to bitterness,
Though I know his lips are pressing
Upon hers the nuptial kiss.
See! I’m smiling mother dearest;
Do not think me mad I pray,
When I say, I fain would bless her
Upon this her bridal day;
Fuin would bid her love him dearly,
Through life’s darkest, stormiest hours,
For the sake of one that shall be
Soon asleep beneath the flowers.
Yesternight, os I lay thinking
In the midnight’s loneliness,
With a Marah tide o’erflooding
All my soul with bitterness,
The holy spirit-slumber
Pressed her kisses on my eyes,
And a dream arose before me,
As the miraged pictures rise.
All around me lay the sunshine,
Golden as it beams to-day,
And I heard the glad bells ringing
And I saw a bright array,
And a bride, all crowned with myrtles,
And he standing by her side.
And I stretched my hands toward him
And dispairingly I cried;
But the bridal bells’ gay chiming
Drowned my spirit’s yearning wail,
And the vision passed betore me,
Shrouded in a misty veil;
And a change came o’er my dreaming.
In a night of cloud and storm,
I, amid the gathering darkness,
Stood the only human form ;
And there came a solemn tolling,
Sounding through my troubled sleep,
Like a ponderous bell, slow swinging
Over waters, wide and deep.
Unseen fingers round my forehead,
Damp and chilly chaplets twine ;
“ Welcome bride !” a strange voice\vhispers,
And a hand is laid in mine.
Its cold touch dispelled the vision
And it faded into air,
But that whisper, full of meaning,
Lingers yet upon my ear.
And I know that I am dying.
Oh! my mother, fond and true,
Put my failing arms around you,
Fold me closer yet to you;
For I hear that strange hell swinging
Over subterranean waves,
And the sun looks wan and ghastly
Like the lights that dance on graves.
You’ll still let this faded flewer
Lieupon my bosom there;
‘Tis the rose that last his fingers
Twined amid my braided hair.
Do you think, when I am sleeping
Underneath the blasted tree,
He will pause within the churchyard
With remorseful thoughts of me ?
I fear me that my memory
(Ver his hearth a shade will cast,
But you’ll tell him I forgave him
And I loved him to the last.
Ah! I feel your tears are falling,
Though nivsight is strangely dim.
Alas ! with death so near me,
That my thoughts should be of him.
Thomasville.
ROMANTIN, VERY.
A celebrated cantatrice, * now “starring” it in
Paris, lately received from a Muscovite prince, a
handsome brooch in diamonds, in acknowledge
ment of admiration ; but not wishing to accept a
gift, the motive of which might be misconstrued,
she returned it with warm'thanks. Next day she
received a letter from the prince, approving highly
of her decision, but the writing in this letter had
a singularly glistening appearance; and it was af
terwards found that the magnate, not to be out
done in generosity, had reduced the returned dia
monds to fine powder, with which he had be
sprinkled the wet ink, and had thus insured th
weeptance of homage.
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