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INSTINCT PRINT (For The Sunny South.) FREEDOM. BY MBS. AMELIA V. PURDY. Freedom is a myth : God bars onr way— Parental rules in childhood—law- in age— Religion in the churches ; we exist And live by rule in every sphere and stage. We are not tree, and freedom is not lift. But death, dissension, anarchy and woe: Ami liberty is license gross and dark. The moral swamp in which all l'oul things grow. Gods might have perfect freedom—nobly use The royal gift, enjoy it. sinning not; Man must be strongly governed, and must dread The moral, civil law—be daily taught The bitter consequence if he defies. Arrays himself against the "powers that be." The power that keeps our sunny homes intact, Preserves our wealth, insures prosperity. We mnst have sterner laws. Vice has become A many-headed hydra; Law mnst be The Hercules to rid the world of these. Let it first grasp the head of Vagrancy, And strangle that; we know that Idleness Is the mother of all crime. Who will not work Should be compelled by law to earn his bread— All- held as criminal who labor shirk! Dims broken up where idleness is throned ; Each county take her vagrants and improve Her roads and streets—plant trees along the way— Repair, rebuild, renew, destroy, remove. We have too many rights for moral growth ; These shonld be taken from us, one by one— Those only left that will exalt and crown With highest manhood, till our race be run. One hundred years are passed; we enter now Another century, and we shonld try To make this country purest on the earth — Wisest, best governed, happiest "neath the sky. The chief was not lacking in energy, for as soon as the dog had let him loose he commanded, in a somewhat suffocated voice: “ Hold her firmly, and above all, watch the light.” threats, he thought to make her obey in another way. “Corporal,” said he, turning to his band, “come here with six men.” The men came and placed themselves before (For The Sunny South.) “Douglass, Tender and True.” BY DAMON KERR. and smile, but it came later. Soon after, we heard that Lord Douglass was to wed a high born lady, and often we saw them ridiDg to gether. _ _ “ Many a night have I lain out on the heather. "Here it is, Major,” answered a man who had Louise, who was leaning on the wall. “Indeed, auntie, I was not in the least to . praying to die, and bathing mv burning head taken the beacon from Louise’s hand. The dog seemed to have guessed what they blame. Mv Lord Raymond has no right to say I with the dew on the leaves, God wouldna take “Good,” said the officer. “Take care that were for doing, for, in spite of the bayonets, he j should not go out riding with Henry May. me; I was too sinful to go, and I had tostAvand the light don’t get out, and hold it high until I ran immediately towards his mistress, and stood Just because I am his affianced I don’t'intend enviously watch her as she turned her bonnie release you from that post.” looking at her, as if to ask if he ought to jump staying at home—unless his lordship finds it face to his. Many a time I compared myself to “All right. Major;, but that cursed dog might on the soldiers. . , . , .. convenient to take me out! Raymond goes her, and I exulted to think that I, poor Jeannette interfere with us again, and if you permit it, I “Be still. Jacobin!’ said the farmers wile, with whom he pleases, when he pleases, and I MacGregor, was far bonnier than this petted will give orders to Corporal Barbot to shoot softly. Then, addressing the officer, she added ' - - — - - ’ .......... .. him.” in a voice that showed no sign of fear: “Will “To shoot him ! Have you no sense? Do you you permit me, sir, to give my golden cross to want the English Captain and his chouans to be my dog, so that he can carry it back to the farm? aware of our watching the coast?” ( My people will understand by that I am dead, “That’s so, Major. It is better to take another ! and will come to get my corpse. I am not afraid way. Come here, boys, and stick your bayonet , to die, but I wish to be buried as a Christian.” through that ugly beast.” These words were said so simply, and at the j willing ears because her betrothed, Raymond Four or five soldiers stepped out of the ranks same time so firmly, that the officer, turning to Campbell, had requested Miss MacGregor to and charged on the dog with their bayonets; I his men, commanded them to ground arms, prevail upon her (Pearl) to mend her ways in but Jacobin was not disposed to be so nailed to After that he came to Louise, and said, with an that respect, the ground, and with one leap fie got out of emotion which he did not try to conceal: “Nae, Pearl, mv bairn——” reach, and was soon enveloped by the darkness “You are a brave girl, and it is a pity to fol- ; “And' I thinkyou are very unjust to me, that surrounded the Point of Penly. They tried low the law to the letter in your case. But help auntie,” continued the little lady poutingly, “to here announce that I shall do the "same. child of fortune, the one who had displaced Pearl MacGregor turned from the piano to the Die id his heart. When I saw him coming toward white-haired, placid-faced old lady seated before me I ran away, for I couldna bear to look into the ruddy fire. Pearl felt herself an aggrieved his truthful eyes. person when Aunt Jeannette had ended her “It was then, amid the tortures I was sur- homily upon the sin of trifling with affections, : rounded with, that the song died out o’ my life. (For The Sunny South.) THE GHOST to purchase him, but soon found out how useless were their efforts, and came back to their rock. Jacobin did not run tar, for in twenty seconds he was in the same position; and by the lantern’s light the gendarmes could see his bright eyes and white, threatening teeth. He seemed to say to Louise: “I did not kill the man, because you forbade it; but I am here, and if you need me, just let me know.” “Ah! the rascal,” said the lantern-bearer, “1 would give my position of sergeant for the pleasure of sending a bullet through his head.’’ and knew that it had been repeated to her un- and it was not till years afterward that that ’ blessed psalm began—the psalm that will be continued above. How often, Pearl, do we, in trying to introduce other and milder notes into our song, make discords, and finally we hush the chords forever, and murmur rebelliously because it cannot be coaxed back. “ The neighbors said that I had missed the me, yourself, to be indulgent. All I want is a lecture me so long just because he wishes you ; laird, but I didna care for that; I only felt the pretense to release you, and if you consent to to. Only night before last he carried EliseCam- , loss of his love and respect, give the signal, I pledge my word of honor that eron to the opera, and I, having no escort, re- “Then mother died, and Jamie and I were all I shall let you go, even without asking^your mained at home.” j that the other had. Many a night did we hover name, as soon as the chouans have landed.” “Because you wouldna’ gae wi’ him, Pearl,” ; over the embers, comforting each other as best “I don't know that signal; I have already reminded the" elder lady, told you so.” _ | “Not for a half interest in the Black Hills “Listen to me. You fe?.r to be accused of j would I have broken in upon his tete-a-tete with treason by those who pay you tor that vile em- Miss Cameron. ‘Tout ou rien,’ auntie,” laughing ploy men t.” Louise shook her answer. Onlv think of it. head, but disdained to grimly. “He does well to take the part he does. ‘Injured innocence !’ I am almost ready to ex claim with Beatrice, ‘I would rather hear my we could with the thought of the comforts and wealth that we were to find in America—-for we had already planned to leave Scotland. We were nearly ready when Lord Douglass heard of it. “There was a grand ball at the castle that night—an uncanny night—the last Jamie and I expected to spend in Scotland, among our dear —of the— M A L M AISO N AN EPISODE OF FRENCH HISTORY “Hush up ! Castagnol, let the dog alone, and what has transpired here, for you can go quietly pay attention to your beacon, while I talk with j back to the village, taking your lantern along, the woman,” said the commander of the troop. Then turning to the soldiers who held Louise: ‘Place her against the wall; it is too windy here to speak, and we are too close to the cliff; should she take a notion to struggle with ns she might make us roll down the chasm with her." Louise went without resistance. She had rec- ognized'the gendarmes' uniform, and seeing it was Nobody shall ever know | dog bark at a crow than a man swear he loves \ highlands. The wind wailed as if it was human, " and Jthe rain sobbed and sighed—an uncanny night! Jamie had gone over to a neebor’s to bid them good-bye, and to have a last word with me. Not till God makes men of some other metal than earth, would it not grieve a woman so that the chouans will believe you had left the ! to be overmastered with a piece of valiant dust? point before we arrived. Nobody can denounce : to make acconnt of her life to a clod of wayward you, for my soldiers are dumb when I command i marl ?’ ” them to be so, and it is to my interest to make j “Hush, Pearl!” cried the lady ; “ such scoff- every one believe that I succeed by myself, with- j ing is unbecoming in you." out the aid of a woman.” _ ! “ Of course, I would not go after what he said The farmer’s wiie still kept disdainful silence, j to me. He was very harsh, and I am not one _ . _ _ “And suppose they do suspect you,” eontin- j to ‘kiss and make up’ whenever he shows the Translated from the French for the Sunny South j not those stationed in the village, she guessed j ued the officer, lowering his tone; “ what do you j white flag. However, he graciously allowed me that they had been sent from Paris, and were J care for falling out with ail those conspirators, j the privilege of writing him when repentance scouting the coast when they perceived the i who will end miserably, and who cannot pay t begins to work on my obdurate heart,” laughing light. They had then approached cautiously, ! yo u handsomely for your services, for they will ! scornfully. ~ W ' A ”” r “ 1 soon be penniless. The First Consul’s govern- j “Aye, Pearl, could ye live without him?” ment is more wealthy than all their princes put “That I could ! I am not so enamored with together, and can pay well those who serve it. him, as Titania was with her donkey-headed BY CHARLES GAILMARD. [Most of the characters in this story are not fictitious, hut real personages who took conspicuous parts In some of the most important events which occurred during the rebellion of the Weetol'Franee—called Chouannerie.] and the wind being to their advantage, Jacobin himself had not detected them. To think of getting away from them was per fectly useless, and the daughter of Thomas Le Graverend thought only of saving Georges and CHAPTER XV. Louise seated herself on the grass. Motionless i those waiting for him at the anse of Biville. She and thoughtful she was looking out upon the sea, j understood, too, that the surest way to accom- waiting for the time to hoist the red light which I plish it was to delay the gendarmes as long as would cause the English captain to land his possible at the Point of Penly. It might be at important passengers. What was she thinking the risk of her liberty, perhaps of her life; for i “ Do you suppose I would do for money what j Raymond" less acutely sensible to her short of? Did she think of dear France, whose chil- j the rebels were then considered as outlaws, but j you cannot make me do by threats of murdering j eomines. dren were fighting each other^or was she think- j she was ready for the worst me?” asked Louise, with a haughty smile. ! “Di'nna look for him, lass; he will not come “ Ah ! you acknowledge, at last.” till ye write for him.” “I acknowledge nothing." If you help me to-night to get rid of that gov ernment's enemies, your fortune is made; and to commence with, I will myself buy for you to-morrow a gold chain as large as my finger, to hang that cross with, which is better at your neck than in that mad dog’s mouth.” Bottom, that I cannot see his faults, and I do not believe that my life would be as barren as the valley of El Ghor if he never returns to his allegiance.” Nevertheless, the girl looked wistfully out at the falling snow, wishing that Oberon had made ing of the great conspirator, Georges Cadoudal, whose fate was now in her hands? Or may be she was thinking of the stern face of the man she had seen that evening at the farm of Bois- Guillaume. She only could have said—she and God, who reads the hearts of all. Louise’s heart had suffered cruelly since her return to her birth-place, and her husband was the cause of it. She had discovered that Pierre Let her loose now,” said the chief, when she j was near the wall, “ but remain near by.” They obeyed, and placed themselves so that they could immediately get hold of her again, should she try to make her escape. The other soldiers were a few steps to the right, behind the wall. Jacobin, squatted as a lion ready to pounce on his prey, watched all the motions of his mistress. Near the cliff, erect, with his arm Manehue, who had loved her so much, and had j stretched out, Castgnol held the lantern accord- been so devoted to the King, had no other love j j n g to his orders. but the love of money. As soon as he moved j if the chouans now around the cable could to the farm, thanks to Cadoudal s money, he j fiave seen that strange scene, they certainly determined to get rich, and was the very man to succeed. Intelligent, smart, a good worker, covetous and sober, he made his farm pay hand somely. His ambition was to buy the farm of Bois-Giiillaumo and become lord cf that home- Nonsense, girl. If you had been here by chance, you would not speak so. When one has nothing to conceal, one does not boast of such beautiful sentiments, and does not run the risk of being shot for want of explanation. A country girl would long ago have begged me to bring her back to her village, where she could prove her innoeence. You keep silent; there fore you are guilty; and I wager you could not tell me where that flock of goats is, that you watch so well, nor your name, nor that of the farm where you live.” would have believed that the gendarmes were going to shoot the brave farmer’s wife, and more than one among them would Lave rushed on _ _ them in spite of their numbers. But they were officer to lose time in ascertaining the truth too far off, and precisely at that moment Liardot j But the officer was caught by that stead, w'hich the old Le Graverend had so hero- j was making the remark that the red light had j too ingenuous artifice; and changing his man- ically abandoned. _ j disappeared. j ner, all at once, be told her, in a laughing tone: Manehue was well aware that he was entirely j “What were you doing when we arrested I “We will look for your residence to-morrow, in the hands of Georges as long as that chief j you?” roughly asked the officer of his prisoner. | and if we do not find it, we will take you along Then he will never come J” cried Pearl, sharply. “Pearl, to keep ye from following the beck oning of a foolish pride and obstinacy that may lead you to life-long misery, I’ll unveil the past and tell you what pride and waywardness did for me. The story’s not a long one, and if it keeps you from taking a wrong step, I shall not have lived in vain, though it’s but a poor record of blighted hopes and repentance that came too late. “Lang ago. when your father was but a lad and I was a lassie just your age, we lived among was powerful and dreaded, but he had a pre sentiment that the power of the great conspira tor would have to yield to that of the First Con sul. He determined, then, to be faithful to the Royalists until a probable catastrophe would crush their cause. In the meantime, he would manage so as not to be involved in the disaster. Louise had no more esteem for her husband since finding out what base sentiments he enter tained in his mind, and in her broken heait, it may be, there was room for a violent passion. Still, during that night, the farmer’s wife had no other wish but to counterbalance, by her self-devotion, the disloyalty of her husband. The brig had seen the white light, for it was now coming towards land. “In a few minutes,” thought Louise, “the “ I was looking for a goat that I had this evening,” coolly answered Louise. “Looking for a goat three Lours after sun down ?” “When I brought the flock home, I did not notice that she was missing.” “Indeed! and as you are a careful shepherd ess, you thought to yourself, ‘ I mnst find my goat to-night;’ and you went out with your dog ship was waiting for one, and it does not seem and your beacon ?” [disposed to wait long, for its green light is “Yes.” “ A dog trained to throttle a man, and a navy lantern with red light; is it not so ?” “My dog is trained to defend me, and he j would not have attacked you, had you not com- ] menced it.” I don’t doubt it But tell me why your lan ship will change its course, and then I will hoist j tern has a red glass ? I knew that color would the red light.” i irritate bulls, but I did not know that it would, She took a colored glass from her pocket and j a t the same time, entice goats.” tried it. “That lantern is red; I did not make it my- Jacobin looked intensely towards the sea. Not self.” being uneasy about the land, he went to the' “Indeed! And that light which shines at the very edge of the cliff, and, his legs firmly prop- mast of that ship yonder, is it by chance, too, j Paddock, ped, persistently followed with his eyes a white that it is green?” I pel her to spot—the ship’s sail—rapidly moving on the top “I don’t know.” j stage, fro of the phosphorescent waves. He was so ab sorbed in his watch that he did not hear his ‘J You did not ask me,” tHjiid Louise, thinking i the heathery hills of bonny Scotland, and in all to give false information, and thereby cause the the Highlands there was not a happier, and folks said a bonnier, lass than I. Father was dead- had slipped on the mountain-side and been crushed by the falling rocks. Mother and Jamie and I lived and worked together in the little thatched cottage. “We were tenants on the Campbell estate, and I stitched day and night to pay rent, and to keep hunger from the door. But that didna keep me from being the gayest at our merry makings; and although homeless, I could ha’ had a home any day of my own. “At our last merry-making we celebrated the young laird’s return. I was queen of May, and, while dancing with Donald, I looked up and saw the grave Lord Campbell watching me. I had ne’er seen him before, but I knew him. It was then that Donald introduced us. “ He came to our cottage often, bringing books for Jumie and me, and encouraging us to read them. I was shy of him at first because of the difference in our stations, but his kindness and gentleness won me from my diffidence. I was the happiest lassie in all of Scotland the day he asked me to be his wife. Pearl, I have often heard you sing ‘Douglass, ost here j with us to Paris. There they know the way to make you talk. You see that I am not going to put you to the sword, as I had intended at first; but let me tell you that you will not make any thing by it If it is proved that you have con spired with the English and the chouans, you will be court-martialed. Now you are at liberty to give the signal or not I am satisfied the standing away.” (TO BE CONTINUED.) ABOUT WOMEN. ‘Ah! you don’t know. Well, I know, my self; I know that that ship, which has been in j A .young lady whose reading is principally con fined to the novels of Ouida and Mrs. Southworth, asked her young man the other evening whether the Postmaster General had any other duties to j Don gi^^^resiTand“t7uest“’"and myTeart perform besides putting the gum on postage stamps. | see med as though it would break with longing Eastern papers have recently given publicity to j for him. He was my Douglass— sae tender, the financial reverses which have come upon Mrs. j sae true, sae up upright and kind. k, nee Maggie Mitchell. These will com- 1 “Many a one was surprised when Lord Doug- to remain for several years longer upon the j lass came awooing Jeannette MacGregor, but he stage, from which she contemplated retiring after i hushed them with a few words. Mother was the close of the present season. j proud of the honor; but it was Douglass I loved, mistress calling him, for the wind was very | sight ever since this morning, is coming here to ! , Mrs ' ^'Secretary Fish allows no smoking in , na cared - ! land some chouans. and that von are an annnm- : ber elegant house, .use ma _ es you s and pawing i ,, jj e wag sen j to France by the Crown, and I | not the laird; and had he beeuna laird, I would Pearl Allan, afterward your mother; I stood in the doorway, looking over to the Campbell castle at the twinkling lights that came glimmeringly through rain and shadows, as if to mock me in my loneliness, and I wondered if life would always be so dreary, if I could always live with out him. Of all humans on earth to be most pitied are those who deliberately put happiness from them. Their sufferings can only be com pared to Dante’s infernal regions; they snffer remorse, far worse than disappointment, and bitter, bitter; but vain regret consumes tbem ! “Sickened with the past, hopeless of the fu ture, I turned me to the fire. Jamie came in with a pale face, and gently told me that Lord Douglass had been thrown from his horse while on his way to the cottage, and they thought him dead. Hewasna dead, and after they brought him in he revived and called to me softly. “ He wouldna have let me leave him, he said, and he came to tell me sae. He had loved me all the while, but I shunned him, and he feared to trespass upon the love he believed given to the artist. He forgave me, Pearl—me, who had no right to think of or ask forgiveness. He came too late; that I knew as I held his hand and looked into his eyes, already gazing heavenward. One blessed thought has cheered me through life, sustained me then: I wasna half worthy of him, but he had loved me through all, and for gave all. “All night the storm raged, but the sunrise was fair—as fair and pure as the soul which took its flight from my detaining arms early in the morn. Douglass lay in my arms dead, and I was alone, alone!” Pearl was sobbing softly, and looking into the sweet face saw that Aunt Jeannie was “looking heavenward.” She softly left the room, to write to Raymond Campbell a penitent little note, and to pray that her good angel might keep her always from the sin of pride, and of trifling with true love. (For The Sunny South.) Be Yourself. BY ROSA V. RALSTON. strong and carried the sound of her voice to wards the fields. But Louise had such confi dence in her companion that she did not mind it, and came to take a place beside him. has been answered.” “It is time,” she said to herself; “the tide is | “The ship you speak of does not want to high now. Pierre and the others are at the j land, for it is going to the northeast, and is cable, and the brig has changed its course.” ; already a good distance oil'.” Then, adjusting the red glass to the laDtern, “I see it; but probably it is on account of the she raised the now red light and lowered it. disposition of the light, and I imagine it is wait- Three times she repeated the signal, and then ing for a new signal before sending a boat.” waited. “I don’t know the habits of sailors,’’said Lou- Theship, which was now near the land, hoisted ise, simply, a green light at the top of its main-mast. ' “The eaptain has answered,” muttered Lon- ‘ he is lowering his boat, and in an hour ise; General Georges She could not complete her thought, for at that moment two strong arms clasped her and violently pulled her backward. The attack was so unexpected that the poor woman lost her equi librium, and almost fell, with her aggressor, into the abyss at their feet. However, she kept her lantern, and, with great presence of mind, tried y 0 u cannot get out of it.” to turn the light towards her assailant; but iron 1 “ I swear that I—” fingers held her wrist and forced her to keep , “Don’t swear, girl, and listen to me, if you the light in the same position. care for yourself, for I have no time to lose in “Yon are caught, girl!” cried a voice. “Don’t prattling. I am perfectly satisfied about your try to move, or ” mission here, and I am sure the ship would im- No more, like Louise a few seconds before, was mediately change its course should you wave not a man who cut the sentence short; it was no other than Jacobin. CHAPTER XVI. At the first scream of Louise, the brave dog, that had been prevented by the wind from hear ing the intruders, had turned furiously, and, to redeem his negligence, had jumped at the throat of the man nearest to him. It was the chief of land some chouans, and that you are an accom- . , , . „ - . . - . plice of those brigands. I know that you have I ° vel 1 ie sera P er and door-mat for ten minutes be- , wag j e f(. a i one . All day lang I went about the but just now made a signal, and that that signal I ^ ore y° u can come ln > and then if it is very muddy, ; bouse s j n ging of him, reading his books and she sends you around to the side door, and she letterg and w 7 s R iDg Re would come. 1 makes you take on your overshoes on the porch “Then came an artist, a black-eyed, laughing and leave them outside. Frenchman, ‘to sketch,’ he said. God knows, Never before has the folly of depending upon ! too, that I did na mean to be untrue to Doug- IVashington officials for a support found such au j lass when I took delight in watching the artist illustration as in the case of the poor Treasury I put the places I knew upon paper with his nim- girls lately discharged. Their condition was piti- ] ble fingers; but some one wrote to Douglass that able, and is a sad hint to young ladies to seek I I was ‘flirting’ with the Frenchman, and he - - , some emyloyment other than situations dependant ; came home. “Of course you don’t; your goats keep yon upon political changes or the caprices of a public “ After onr meeting Douglass taxed me with so busy. Well, I intend to teach you many j functionary. i liking the Frenchman. I coldly denied it, for things which you ignore. To commence with, ! , , . _ T _ , , i it hurt me to have him distrust me. Weeks ' ‘ ' A y° un S lad y bor “ in \ ew Orleans but more went bv> and we were never tbe sanje together. recently of Pans, where she has studied under I Q 0 ldness on his part, haughtiness and obstinacy eminent masters, has appeared in the circles of on jnine, widened the breach. He did not for- our best French society, and promises to he ! sa R e mother and Jamie, and his tender and gen- a light in the musical world. This is Mile, erous care of them drove me nearly wild with, Corrinne Bouligny, a member of one of the best j pain; and yet I never unbent to him, always go- families of Louisiana, who became impoverished ( j D g with the artist, never heeding Douglass’ re- by the war. She has a mezzo-soprano voice of | proachful eyes. He spake na word of reproof, delicious quality. ; and I, though I knew what was coming, was Anna Dickinson’s father was the seventh son of i more reckless and merry than before, his family, who had possessed an enormous estate ! 'j bl ‘ ber ® nd ., ca .* ne at l ast > an d though I in Pennsylvania ; her mother was the descendant bad long expected it, it was none the less hard to ~ ii orwi A,,.Vo,, bear. The artist had promised to sketch my of an equally good fam ly of ^irgmia and Quaker nook on the loch side, and I went with as she is, there does not live to-day a more tnor- 1 ough aristocrat. Left a widow, and reduced in worldly goods, Mrs. Dickinson still made a brave fight with the world, and her children had the training a gentlewoman would naturally give them. Among the most prominent lady applicants for you shall immediately give the signal looked for by the English captain. I have a few to tell the chouans on board of his ship, and I don’t want him to take them back to England. Look here,” he added, after a pause, "you don’t seem to understand. That would not take with me. Y*ou know very well what I want you to do, and “Show me that way if you are so sure of the effect.” “Don’t be ironical; it is useless, I tell you. You do not expect to convince me that you was out in such a night as this for the purpose of him. Douglass met us as we were returning, and when the artist left us he told me that I must decide between them. He bade me give up the walks and talks with the artist. I quoted, for an answer, from a play he had read to mother and Jamie only the day before: hunting up a lost goat. You are paid by the j places in the Treasury are the names of a daughter j “ * IVould it not grieve a woman to be over- ehouans, and I have been looking for you for the ■ of John J. Crittenden, the author of the famous mastered with a piece of valiant dust?—to make last six months. I have you now; I have caught Crittenden Compromise, and for several terms a acconnt of her life to a clod of wayward marl?’ ” you in the very act of corresponding with the Senator from Kentucky during the palmy days of “He had not expected such unwomanly scof- the'bancTand the aim of the dog was to throttle enemy, and I have the right to act summarily Clay, and a daughter of Alexander Campbell, the fing from my lips, and unjustly attributed it to him and’ then treat the others the same way, 'with conspirators of both sexes. So, believe ; founder of Bethany College, Virginia, and of the f the Frenchman. He was sterner and colder when Louise cried: " “ e , S™ the signal as if I was not here. You “Down Jacobin ! Down, and be still!” have no other way to get out of this scrape but He obeved the clear voice which could always by helping me to catch all of those scoundrels, calm his most furious fit of anger, loosening his Are you ready ?” hold immediately; and dodging a kick and a “I tell you again that I don t understand any- thrust of the bayonet, he bounded through the thing about your stories,” said Louise, ranks of the soldiers coming hastily to the res- “Miserable!” said the officer, “do you know cue of their comrades, and stopped a few steps that I have the power and the right to have you on the other side, growling and showing his shot instantly ? formidable teeth. There he remainded, seemin- sect usually called Campbellites. “ These are evi- than I had ever seen him; and, though mv heart dences of reverses not unusual during the last fif- was crisping and shriveling under his honest to realize that a new attack on his part might endanger the life of his mistress; and in fact, if Louise Lad not kept her coolness, she would have perished. To avenge their chief, choked half to death by the dog, the soldiers would have slain her. indignation, I made no moan, and faced the storm of his wrath with a brave front. At the last moment, if I had only explained everything, he would have taken me back; but when he ; said that it was for the happiness of both that he left me, I haughtily replied: j “ ‘ Lord Douglass knows best. I wouldna wed a man who couldna trust me.” I am a woman; and an injustice, for you want j This white hair is silky and still abundant, and “ looked at me sadly, and said, oh ! sae me to do an impossibility. But you have the ! the diamond star that sparkles in her cheveluer ; tenderly: power on your side, and I cannot prevent you has a rival in her brilliant black eyes ; she makes “ * Good-bye, Jeannie.’ from killing me.” * a picture of light and shadow-like some vigor- “ He left me forever, there on the heather. I ‘Shoot me, then; it will be cowardice, for teen years. Washington, at best, is a poor place for women. Mrs. Cutting, the “ silver-haired beauty,” whose white head is familiar to all habitues of the opera—for at every representation of note she occupies a proscenium box on the left of the Acad emy—looks like some lady of the ancien regime. Among the most ennobling attributes of hu man character, may be classed stability, self- deeision and individuality. No one can have any respect for an individual who apes the airs and manners of others, or who avows himself your friend to-day, and to-morrow is your en emy. My dear female friends, among your numerous attainments, don’t include the habit of imita tion. Let an air of individuality pervade your beings. Be yourselves alone. Fashion, we admit, is absolute in her sway, and must be obeyed, but never let even that fickle queen get the upper hand of your better nature. If she says yon must snub or disown your friend, who has been dragged down by misfortune from affluence to poverty, don’t do it. If she bids you wear flounces when you are short, or stripes when you are tall, disobey her. Young men, be yourselves. Give decision to your characters; settle upon some fixed purpose, and when once resolved upon a thing, let no obstacle block up the way to its accomplish ment. God has given you capacities for such labors as you are best fitted to perform. Maintain your individuality; that is the thing. It is what gives character to a nation. It is said that in the days of ancient Roman glory, this principle was characteristic of that people to such an extent, that to be a Roman was to be greater than a king. Curiosities in Nature and Phys iology. An Irish Mummy.—Mr. John Conklin, of Tell street, New York, while on a visit to Ireland, was witness to a m*st singular circumstance—noth ing less than the digging up from a peat bog in Mute county, Westmeath, of the body of a young man in most life-like and perfect preservation. The men were working at the depth of twenty- five feet, when one of them struck the body with his shovel. It proved to be that of a young man of about nineteen, five feet eight inches in height, with long black hair upon the shoulders and a youthful furze about the lip and face. The body, which was entirely nude, was in per fect preservation, and the action of the moist earth, though it Rad slightly tanned the fresh ness of the skin, had not destroyed the rich red upon the cheeks. The features were regular and very handsome. As no traces of clothing or a coffin and no other bodies were found in the pit, the spot was probably never a burying ground. The corpse was decently buried in a coffin a few days afterward, and showed no signs of decay before interment. It was thought by some that the young man, from his long hair and his nakedness, lived far back in the old sav age days, before the time of St. Patrick, and had been swallowed by a moving bog similar to that of Malone during the latter part of the cen tury. Fourteen Days of Death in Life.—For four teen days after what was announced to be the death of the popular actress, Miss Annie Good- all, in London, she seemed to be only asleep. There were no active signs of life, and yet death did not seem to have claimed the body. It was mobile and soft as in life. On the seventh or eighth day, Dr. Heather Bigg made an incision in her right hand, which in a few days gave symptoms of healing. The body was watched day and night. Not until the fifteenth day did the usual indications of death begin to appear. Then the flickering hope that there would be an awakening from the trance-like state died out. The officer started and seemed to hesitate, but ousiy drawn crayon, for over the black velvet of did not realize it then; I could not feel that out j As the days sp«d, decomposition set in, and thinking that his prisoner did not believe his , her train there falls a robe of pure white lace. j o’ my life had grown his love, his tenderness i body was in dne time committed to the earth