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RELIGIOUS DEPARTMENT.
Non-Sectarian-A11 Churches and all
Creeds.
Book Notices.
Errors of the Papacy: A Series of Lectures
on Transubstantiation and other Errors of
the Papacy, by E. M. Marvin, 8 vo. pp. 592,
St. Louis :*Logan D. Dameron, Agent Advocate
Publishing House, 1878. Price §2.00.
Lectures aie generally dull but these are such
faultless specimens of pure English, so eloquent
and energetic that they are as entertaining as a
romance. They were originally published in
I860, but this edition has been brought out
since Bishop Marvin died. We are inclined to
believe it is the best of his productions. How
many sided he was, how versatile ! Generally
speaking to be able to preach as he did, and
write travels that are as readable as his, “To the
East by Way of the West,” is as muoh talent as
is found in one man. But he had not these
gifts alone. He was a lecturer of the first mag
nitude. He was reckoned a great man while he
lived, but when he died it was found his bril
liance had so eclipsed his size that the world had
mistaken the parrallax of his power.
It would be eulogy enough to say this book is
the thought of Bishop Marvin clothed in the
vesture of his best language. This it is.
One of the most charming and prominent fea
tures of the book is the evident conscientious
fairness, the sweet spirit, and broad charity
which breathe in every paragraph.
The work is beautifully bound, and comes to
us accompanied with the welcome information
that the publisher has now passing through the
press, “The Life and Labors” of Bishop Mar
vin by Bev. D. R. McAnally. It will be issued
by the last of April. We shall hail its advent
with pleasure.
The Cherokee Baptist Association has 1,100
members against 763 last year.
The Rev. J. W. Bonham, the Episcopalian
revivalist, is working in Washington, D. C.,
where he holds Bible readings daily.
In the city of Mexico, there are four missions,
the Episcopalian, the Presbyterian, the Metho
dist, and the Southern Methodist.
There is a lady, Mrs. Sarah Mead, connected
with the North Baptist Church, N. Y., who is
in her ninty-sixth year.
Fully one-fouth of the Roman Catholics of
the world are, it is said, in America—North,
Central and South.
The Rev. John Parker, a veteran Methodist
minister, died in Rochester, 17th ult., aged 78
years. He was sixty years a minister and fifty
years a Mason.
Dr. Cutbbert, who for twenty-one years has
been pastor of the Second Baptist church of
Philadelphia, was originally an Irish Presbyte
rian.
The missionary Union is pressing the work
of preaching the gospel in Burmah, Hindoston,
Siam, Japan, France, Greece, Germany, Sweden,
Spain and Africa. Its field is the world.
There are 35,000 Protestant girls in Roman
Catholic schools, and the managers claim that
one out of every ten of I these girls is converted
to their faith, and that three out of ten are
taught to hate Protestanism.
A marble table in the parish church, in Bre
chin, contains the following inscription: ‘Mr.
Blair, about the year 17C0, instituted a Sabbath
evening school in Brechin, the first, it is be
lieved, that was opened in Scotland.
The Chinese Sunday-School paper, under the
conductorship of Rev. J. M. W. Farnham, con
tinues to be a success, though, of course, still
needing help. It penetrates into the interior
of China, is used by nearly all the missionaries,
and is finding its way into the secular schools;
where explained by a native Christian, it some
times forms the commencement of a Sunday-
school.
One of the oldest Sunday-schools in the city
of London, is that of Silver street, which is in
connection with Falcon Square Chapel. Fal
con Square congregation has a history extend
ing back something like two hundred years,
and its Sunday-school is anything but a
modern institution, seeing that the seventy-
third anniversary was celebrated last October.
One result of the last Sunday-school Institu
tion at Toronto, Can., was the inauguration of
a normal class, designed to train the teachers
tor other similar classes. The plan adopted was
to permit each Sunday-school of the city to
nominate several of its own teachers as mem-
Over seventy names
have been enrolled, and others are expected.
The Rev. Charles H. Spurgeon is still in poor
. , | health, and his return to his pulpit is a matter
a skeleton only ot , Q f muc j 1 uncertainty. He remains in the south
of France, where he spent the winter; and is
said to look with resignation upon a perma
nent retirement from work. But he is some
what better, and has taken a great interest in
the active work now in progress in his Taber
nacle in London.
Being a Boy; by Charles Dudley Warner, illus
trated by “Champ” 16 mo. pp. 244, Boston:
Houghton, Osgood <£ Co. Price §1.50.
No man will have completely read, or can
hope to accurately philosophize, upon the his- j hers of the training class.
tory of New England, who has not read this
book. It furnishes the flesh and blood, and si
new of New England Life
which, is furnished in histories.
Warner has a humor, a pathos, and a vivid
ness, not totally unlike that of Washington Irv
ing. He more than equals Ik Marvel.
“Being a boy” in New England is a good deal
like “being a boy” in Georgia, and we find this
Bly rogue has stolen many of the treasures from
our sacred sanctuary of memory. We could
pardon this thievish invasion of those precious , _
, . , , , , . ,, . All that is related of the wealth of Tyre, L,ar-
preoincts if he had not jumbled the wares | thage and Venice, falls into the shade as com-
JEWISH PRINCESS OF FINANCE.
V. —MATER ANSELM ROTHSCHELD.
which he found there with some unseemly ves
sels of semi-profane feelings of his own, which
we never had. We refer to some things in the
.. “J.l
placing in suggestive proximity, the most trivi
al things with the most sacred truths. It may
contribute one element of humor, “the unlook
ed for”—but it substracts from reverence to the
same extent that it adds to wit.
Bating these blemishes we like the book very j
much. We read it with avdity and delight. It j
is “going the rounds” in our household. While 1
a boy is “being a boy" he will not enjoy it; but j
when he finds himself turning “the grindstone
of life” he will discover that it possesses a never
failing fascination.
“The Dance of Death.”
This is the title of a book on the modern
dance which has received most unjust and harsh
discussion from the pen of one of our daily
papers. We have read it, and ve feel it due
alike to the author of the book and the moral
principles discussed in the little work, to vindi
cate it against the severe attack of our “modern
oracle.”
The author describes with a vividness, only
equalled by his truthfulness to nature, the im
moral procedures and insane gyrations of the
round dances. It naturally provokes the en
mity of “the world, the flesh and the devil,” to
to be rebuked so plainly. Naturally, they
wince under the pungency of his speech. Sa
tanic skill has defended the dance with such
matchless tact, that there are but two alterna
tives left open: “You may exhaust your strength
in demonstrating the minor and incidental
evils of the usage, in which caseyou win an easy
but also a barren victory; or you must freely
encounter the peril of damaging your own fair
fame for purity, and deliver your blow full at
its inherent and essential immorality. The
author has deliberately chosen the latter alter
native.” He has spoken as one having knowl
edge, which he confesses he acquired by obser
vation and experience. The stereotyped reply
of “priest craft and pnritanism” could not be
hurled at him; for he starts by saying he is not
a preacher. So being unable to get an indiot-
ment from this quarter, his traducers without
argument or evidence to sustain their charges,
betake themselves to throwing mud and dirt.
It would doubtless not be an unjust charge,
nor a weapon totally unknown to their warfare,
to charge them with bringing the impurity
which they profess to find. If it is so “filthy”
and “dirty” to write about the dance accurately
and vividly, is it an unfair assertion to say it ia
worse to engage in it repeatedly and continu
ously ? Furthermore, it occurs to some people
to say that there are publications not a thou
sand milt* from Atlanta, which can speak with
very small grace in condemnation of impure
and dirty writing.
p Dr. John Hall’s church in New York, the larg
est in the city, has no choir. All the people sing.
The Bible depository in Japan, is sending
out over 20,000 portions of Scriptures a year.
A Chinese church is to be organized at Oak
land, Cal.
The Roman Catholic ohurch has purchased a
tract ot 7,000 acres of land within nine miles of
Chase City (Virginia) mission, and proposes to
colonize and educate the freedmen on the in
dustrial farm plan.
pared with that of a family whose predecesors
a few generations back were looked upon as
being, at the best, merchants on a small scale.
comparatively short period, risen to a position
i such as it at present holds, and in which it
1 commands the money-markets of the world, is
one amongst those remarkable occurrences
where individual energy and perseverance on
! the part of the founder descend to his succes
sors until the gift becomes hereditary.
Mayer Anselm Rothschild—the founder of
the greatest financial house in Europe—was
neither a scholar nor a profound politician.
But he was a practical man, and possessed the
shrewdness and sagacity of his race to a high
degree, as well as that far sighted wisdom which
had been the safeguard of the Jews against the
persecutions of their enemies. Born of poor
parents at Frankfort, in 1743, he was left an
orphan at eleven years of age. His friends de
sired to train him for the career of Rabbi, and
for that purpose he entered a school, which he
soon quitted. He then was admitted as an
apprentice in the office of a trader in his com
munity, where he worked hard and did his
duty zealously. During his spare hours he de
voted himself to the collection of old coins and
medals, which he resold at fairs in different
parts of Germany, and he seems to have dis
played a taste for numismatics. While pur
suing this occupation, he was noticed by a
Hanoverian banker, named David, who, struck
by his intelligence, took him into his counting
house and taught him commercial correspon
dence and the laws of exchange. Mayer Anselm
Rothschild stayed three years with the firm,
and during that time acquired a thorough
knowledge of the business. He subsequently
returned to Frankfort, married well, and in
1780 opened a money-changer’s office, which
was destined afterwards to become a great bank.
For some years he successfully carried on this
business, which gradually increased under the
patronage ot the Landgrave of Hesse Gassel.
That potentate was very rich, and fond of specu
lation; he availed himself of Rothschild’s finan
cial genius to the mutual advantage of both,
and in 1801 the Landgrave appointed him Court
agent. The nature of that post is not quite
understood, but the functions, whatever they
may have been, proved lucrative. Rothschild
increased his means when French emigrants
were escaping from France, and were con
strained by circumstances to sell at any price
the relics of their former wealth. In 1801 the
firm of Rothschild had acquired sufficient im
portance to undertake foreign loans, and during
that year, and in 1803, he negotiated loans for
Denmark to the extent of 20,000,000 francs.
In 180G William I., the Landgrave of Hesse
Cassel, who was an uncompromising enemy of
the French, fled from his dominions at their
approach, depositing, previously, large sums in
the hands of Rothschild, in addition to the
amounts already entrusted to him. The Land
grave himself carried away with him consider
able treasures to save them from Napoleon’s
clutches, first to Denmark and then to London.
At the same time he made Rothschild an abso
lute present of some of his valuables. Shortly
after this period, Mayer Anselm remitted to his
son, Nathan Mayer, in London, not less than
£600,000, most, or nearly all, of which belonged
to the Landgrave. Doubtless the Rothschild
family had unprecedented opportunities of en
tering upon extensive enterprises with enor
mous amounts of capital not their own, and
these yielded sufficient profits to pay interest
on capital and to leave a handsome remunera
tion for the firm.
Mayer Anselm Rothschild was obliged to use
all his skill and ingenuity to hide the fact that
large funds appertaining to the Landgrave were
in his hands. Otherwise all his property would
have been confiscated by the French, who never
displayed an excess of delicacy in seizing their
enemy’s estate. He succeeded so well that in
1810, the Prince Primate, who was devoted to
the cause of Napoleon, and although a Catholio
prelate, was a staunch protector of the Jews and
Protestants, took him into special favor and
made him a member of the Electoral College of
Darmstadt. By dint of worldly wisdom, Roth
schild passed through the rocks of French oc
cupation without coming to grief. The French
occasionally borrowed of him, and according to
their wont, seldom repaid his advances. It was
reported afterwards that the fortune of Mayer
Anselm Rothschild had been swamped in the
French invasion, and that the Landgrave, ex
pecting to get little of the money back, was in
no hurry to apply for accounts. Meanwhile,
Mayer Anselm Rothschild died in 1812, but his
sons most honorably offered to return to the
Landgrave capital and interest. The Prince
was . surprised at the unexpected recovery of
sums he had deemed lost, and preferred to
leave his funds in the hands of the firm who
could be trusted implicitly and who would
enable him to realize heavy profits. The trans
actions of the house had now attained immense
proportions and the Landgrave remained a
sleeping partner. In 1813 the coalition against
France was at its height, ar d full employment
was found for the capital of the firm and of the
Landgrave. England was sustaining costly
wars and keeping up armies in Spain and Por
tugal. The credit of the government was
paper, paper money was at a discount, and even
English capitalists hesitated to advance any
more money to a state whose solvency they
deemed doubtful. Nathan Mayer Rothschild,
the representative of the firm in England,
courageously and patriotically said, “If Eng
land falls, we shall be honored by perishing
with her.” England conquered and the house
of Rothschild rose to unparalleled greatness.
As we have already said, Mayer Anselm Roth
schild died at Frankfort in 1812, surrounded
by his five sons and as many daughters. His
end was patriarchal. He recommended to his
children fidelity to the religion of their fathers,
and perfect union in business. They adhered
to the maxims laid down by the old man on his
death bed, and they attained unexampled pros
perity. His widow survived him for years; she
declined to leave Ler old house in the Jews’
quarter at Frankfort, and was often consulted
by her sons in financial operations. The won
derful success of the Rothschild family must be
attributed to a variety of causes combining to
gether to produce an extraordinary result. A
profound knowledge of banking operations, a
quick perception into the character of men and
into the possibilities of situations, and a strict
adherence to certain defined principles, en
abled the chiefs of the house to outstrip all
competition. They w’ere upright in their deal
ings and never deviated from their word. They
were satisfied with comparatively small profits
in one operation; they trusted as little as pos
sible to mere chance; each transaction was
planned deliberately and the benefits therefrom
equally shared among the five brothers. The
Continental governments showed their grati
tude to the Rothschild family by bestowing
upon them various honors. In 1813, the King
of Prussia made the Brothers Rothschild mem
bers of the Privy Council of Commerce, whilst
Austria a few years later gave them patents of
nobility, created them hereditary Barons, and
appointed them Consuls General in Vienna,
Paris and London.
The eldest son of Mayer Anselm, called Ans-
lem de Rothschild, remained at Frankfort,
where he died in 1855; the second, Solomon,
passed his life in the Austrian capital as the
head of the Vienna firm, and Charles, the fourth
son, established himself at Naples. Nathan
Mayer and James de Rothschild are the two
brothers who played the ’most important parts
in the history of their family, and in our next
paper we shall give a brief outline of the most
remarkable events in their lives.
Petals Plucfced^frbm a sunny
€lin“e. * .
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Sources from which Tourists derive their Informa-
mation— Two forms of Civilization. —Old Span
iards—Their Origin, Amusements and Present
Occupation. — Orange Blossoms.—Similarity of
Scenery.— Sisters ot' St. Joseph.—A Piece of the
Virgin Mary's Dress.—Religion of the Middle
Ages.—Castle San Marco.—The True Version of
the Iron Cages.
St. Augustine, March, 1878.
Most writers who come to Florida copy an
abstract of the most interesting portions con
tained in the guide books,besides what they can
hear, afterwards filling up the interstices from
their imaginations. It appeals to be a favored
place for the stimulus of thought, where inspir
ation can be gathered from atmospheric influen
ces, and not ‘the heat of youth or the vapor of
strong drink.’
Tourists now come to St. Augustine in search
of the sand hills of antiquity, or to gaze on the
coquenci rooks unburied in the ruins of obliv
ion. It is here that we realize a kind of tradi
tional flickering between the forgotten and for
saken past, shrouded in awful obscurity with
an intervening veil of myth and mystery.
It is here, as in no otherjplace, that two forms
of civilization find a foothold; where is seen
the Spanish dwellings of over a century, with
the modern mansard roof of recent date, all sub
serving the purpose of substantial residences.
Many of the early settlers came like wander
ing sea birds, wearied with their flight and
looking for rest, or refugees from religious
persecution, seeking an asylum.
As we look upon these old Spaniards, our
thoughts go back to the days of their sires,
whose minds were constantly on the alert in
search of some new sources from whioh would
flow streams of amusement; their manners,
habits and customs being onee varied as their
origin; having descended from the Spanish,
Italians, Corsicans, Arabs and French, possess
ing the peculiar traits of all these nationalities.
The carnivals, posy balls,. and many other
amusements in whioh they indulged formerly,
have now been absorbed by the Yankee ele
ment. The Holy Day processions no longer
march around the Plaza, bearing their bright
banners and escutcheons blazoned with the
ensigns of their kings, or with the names of
their patron saints.
They are now persons of moderate means,
moderate powers, and moderate their wishes by
surrounding circumstances, they live and grow
old, ripen and die, with as little effort towards
great designs or grand projeots as the sweet
potato in the hill. Many of them live 70 or 80
years; are born and die in the same house,
forming no foreign attachments or associations.
The machinery of their human frames is not
moved with as much rapidity here as North.
The imaginary ghost that glides gloomily
around at midnight is always their terror, their
early training being impregnated with supersti
tion. The tongue or pen of critics is never pros
trated when in search of food for feasts of fault
finding ;many remarks being made w ith reference
to the apparent indolence of the natives, not
thinking that the atmosphere by whmh they are
surrounded is in no way conducive to great
physical exertion. The inhabitants follow
fishing and hunting, beside cultivating their
gardens, while some of them have cow-pens
for their cattle, and lands outside the city which
th H is now Spring. The trees and earth are
putting on fresh verdure) while the orange
blossoms envelop the groves m clouds of snowy
whiteness, and the perfume floats like an invis
ible presence of a sweet spirit, whioh comes to
us in waking dreams, wafted on shmmer clouds
across the silent leas. .
Every morning the same sun rises over Anas
tasia Light House, beaming across the waters
like burnished steel; the same curtain of na
ture rises on the same scene; the same hours
bring the same worshippers, while the same
priests read the sacred service, and we find it
an easy task to banish bad thoughts, and be
come better if only for the time being. A pro
cession of nuns from St. Joseph’s Academy,
conducted by the mother superior, pass by
silently as the flight of a feather through the
air. They have a neat little chapel in their con
vent, with the Patron Saint Joseph watching
over it. They exhibited to us a shred of the
Virgin Mary’s dress, but it required a greater
stretch of the imagination than we could com
mand to trace the resemblance, as we had never
seen the original. The religion here is that
which sprang into existence during the Middle
Ages, when the minds of the people were una
ble to comprehend a disembdied spirit, an in
tangible, ideal substance somewhere, for this
reason, images were introduced in their suppli
cations. It is now the pomp of pontificial splen
dor, and not the power of persuasive eloquence
that overawes the assembled multitudes.
CASTLE SAN MARCO.
‘‘Can volume, pillar; pile, preserve the great,”
‘‘Or must these trust tradition’s simple tongue,”
Tips ancient structure the name of which has
been improperly changed to Fort Marion is one
of the most attractive and interesting objects in
St. Augustine.
During the attack of Oglethorpe in 1740, the
Castle is described, “as being built of soft
stone with four bastions, the curtains sixty yards
in length, the parcepet nine feet thick, the ram
part twenty feet high, casemated underneath
for lodgings, arched over and newly made bomb
proof, and they have for some time past been
working on a new covert way, which is nearly
finished.” In 1762 it was called St. John’s
Fort, or “San Juan de Pinos,” the name being
afterward changed to San Marco, which it re
tained until the change of flags in 1821, when
it received the name of Fort Marion.
IRON CAGES.
In 1836 the northeast bastion of this fortress
caved in, exposing a dismal dungeon fourteen
feet square: on the same day was made the dis
covery of a rock, with cement unlike other parts
of the wall, which was undoubtedly the en
trance.
Those iron cages about which so much has
been said and written, have come before the
public encircled with the enormous cruelties of
the inquisition, and the mysteries of an almost
forgotten past. Many statements have been
made and published in regard to them, without
the shadow of truth for a basis. There are old
citizens living in St. Augustine now, who
have seen those cages, and heard tlieir parents
state where they first saw them. The following
is no doubt the true version of the cages direct
from an authentic source. About forty years
since while some workmen were engaged outside
the City Gates in making post holes tor a butch
er pen; when in the act of digging they struck
a hard substance resembling iron, which exci
ted their curiosity. They continued work un
til they uncovered two cages made of wrought
iron welded together in a manner somewhat re
sembling the human form, and containing hu
man bones. None of the New Smyraia refugees
were then living, but there are those alive now
who remember having heard their parents say,
that two cages containing the remains of some
pirates were hanging outside the City Gates,
when they came to St Augustine from Smyrnia
after the English left it, and they buried them
just in the manner they were found by the
butchers.”
Although many inhuman acts have been com
mitted by the Spaniards, they are not chargeable
Mr. B. Oliveros, Senior, thus relates what he
saw on the very day they wfcre dug out. “One
evening a little before sun set, I noticed a num
ber of persons standing around the City Gates,
and proceeded there to ascertain the cause of so
many people, when I spied the two cages stand
ing against the gate posts.”
He succeeded in obtaining one for his own
use being a gun smith, which he said “was
most excellent wrought iron, of which I made
good use." The other cage was taken in charge
by the Spanish Officers, and locked in the Fort
for safe keeping until it could be sent to Spain,
where old persons now living here saw it with
feelings of terror; they then being children.
Thus, instead of being exhibited as a relic of the
Spanish Inquisition at Washington, as has been
represented so frequently, it is in Madrid re
tained as a relic of English barbarity. The ca
ges were no worse punishment, than the old
English law for aggravated offences, “that the
perpetrator be drawn and quartered alive,” and
who can number those that have perished in the
old English pillories. No nation of people in
the world can wash their hands from all cruel
conduct, or show a clear record for the kind and
humane deportment of all its ancestry, remem
bering infallibility is nowhere except on the
works and ways of God.
Silvia Sunshine.
The Bee.
It is an insect that makes honey. It is half
an inch lonp, and about an eight of an inch
wide. It has six legs, three on each side, they
are all black. Its back is black with yellow
stripes across it. Its wings are very thin and
are brown. They are very muoh like a fly’s.
Ita head is black and has two feelers in front.
It gets its honey from the flowers. When a
person attacks or steps on them, they sting. It
makes honey during all the pleasant weather.
The wild bee lives in the hollow of trees in
which they keep their honey. The hive bees
are a social race, with regular government, and
famed for constructive talent. Each society has
but one female, the queen which is longer and
slimer than the drone. Several hundred males,
called drones; and about twenty thousand work
ing bees whioh are sexless. The latter build
the hives, construct the combs, secret the hon
ey, and in a word do all the work of the estab
lishment. The honey finds its way out of the
abdomen of the workers in little scales which
being taken up and kneaded by the jaws, is
then put into the proper place. The drones
are killed at the close of summer, but the queen
and workers remain and go on with their labors
in the following season. On the hive becoming
too populous they send forth colonies.
Preserved in the Grave.—Last week the body
of Mrs. David Whalley was taken from a grave
where it had laid for five years, in the Presby
terian church yard, at Freeport, L. I., for the
purpose of placing it by the side of the body of
her husband, recently deceased. It was very
heavy, and, upon opening the coffin, was found
to be as perfect as when buried, white as snow,
and natural in expression. It appeared to have
been completely petrified.
A farmer wished to borrow a gun from a neigh
bor for the purpose of killing some yellow birds
in his field of wheat, eating up the grain. His
neighbor declined to loan the gun, for he
thought the birds useful. In order, however, to
satisfy his curiosity, he shot one of them, opened
its craw, and found in it two hundred weevils,
and four grains of wheat, and in these four
grains the weevil had burrowed! This was a
most instructive lesson, and worth the life of
the poor bird, valuable as it was.
The latest conundrum in conservative circles:
I should be my first, if I had my second to throw
at my whole. Answer: Gladstone.
LAY OF THE MADMAN,
ET JUDGE R. M. CHARLTON.
‘‘This is the foul fiend ! He begins at curfew, and
walks till the first cock; he gives the web and the pin,
squints the eye, and makes the harelip; mildews the
white wheat, and hurts the poor creature of earth, Be
ware of the foul fiend !”—Suakspeake.
Many a year has passbd away,
Many a dark and dismal year,
Since last I roamed in the light of day,
Or mingled my own with another’s tear.
Woe to the daughters and sons of men—
Woe to them all wheu I roam again.
Ilere have I watched in this dungeon cell.
Longer than memory’s tongue can tell;
Here I have shrieked in my wild despair,
hen the damned fiends from their prison came,’
Sported, and gamboled, and mocked me here,
Witli their eyes of fire and their tongues of flame,
Shouting forever aud aye my name I
And I strove in vain,
To burst my chain.
And I longed to be free as the winds again,
That I might spring
In the wizard ring,
And scatter them hack to their hellish den 1
M oe to the daughters and sons of men—
W oe to them all when I roam again !
How long I have been in this dungeon here,
Little I know and nothing I care;
What to me is the day or night.
Summer's heat or autumn sere,
Spring.tide flowers, or winter’s blight,
Pleasure’s smile, or sorrow's tear ?
Time 1 what care I for thy flight ?
Joy ! I spurn tnee with disdain ;
Nothing love I but this clanking chain.
Once I broke from its iron hold ;
Nothing I said, but silent and bold.
Like the shepherd that watches his gentle fold,
Like the tiger that crouches in mountain lair,
Hours upon hours, so watched I here
Till one of the friends that had come to bring
Herbs from the valley and drink from the spring,
Stalked through my dungeon entrance in 1
Ila 1 how he shrieked to see me free
Ho 1 how he trembled and knelt to me—
lie who had mocked me many a day.
And barred me out from its cheerful ray 1
Gods ! how I shouted to see him pray!
I wreathed my hand in the demon’s hair,
ADd choked his breath in its muttered prayer,
And danced I then in wild delight,
To see the trembling wretch’s Iright.
Gods 1 how 1 crushed his hated bones
’Gainst the jagged wall and the dungeon’s stones 1
And plunged; my arm adown his throat,
And dragged to life his beating heart,
And held it up that I might gloat,
To Bee its quivering fibres start!
Iio 1 how I drank of the purple flood—
Quaffed and (piaffed again of blood,
Till my brain grew dark, and I knew no more
Till I found myself, on this dungeon floor,
Fettered and held by this iron chain 1
Ho ! when I break its links again,
Ha 1 when I break these links again,
\\ oe to the daughters aud sous of men!
My frame is shrunk and my sonlis sad.
And devils mock and call me mad;
Many a dark aud fearful sight
Haunts me here in the gloom of night;
Mortal smile or human tear
Never cheers or soothes me here;
j The slimy toad, with his diamond eye,
Watches alar, but comes not nigh;
The craven rat with her filthy brood,
Pilfers and gnaws my scanty food,
But when I strive to make her play,
Snaps at my hands and flees away.
Light of day or ray of sun.
Friend or hope, I’ve noue—I’ve notie 1
Yet ’tis not always thus; sweet slumber.steals
Across my haggard mind, my weary sight;
No more.my brain the iron pressure feels.
Nor damned devils howl the livelong night;
Visions of ho,,e and beauty seem
To mingle with my darker dream.
The y beur me back to a long-lost day,
To the hours aud joys of my boyhood’s play,
To the merry green,
And the sportive scene,
And the valley, the verdant hills between.
And a lovely form with a bright bine eye,
Flutters my dazzled vision by;
A tear starts up to my withered eye—
Gods 1 how I love to feel that tear
Trickle my haggard visage o’er!
The fountain of hope is not yet dry;
I feel as I felt in days of yore;
When I roamed at large in my native glen,
Honored aud loved by sons of men.
Till, maddened to fludmy home defiled,
I grasped the kuile, in my frenzy wild,
And pluuged the blade iu my sleeping child!
They called mo mad ! they left me here.
To my burning thoughts, and the fiends despair,
Never, ah, never to see again
Earth or sky, or sea, or plain;
Never to hear soft pity's sigh,
Never to gaze on mortal eye;
Doomed through life, if life it be,
To helpless, hopeless misery;
O, if a single ray of light
Had pierced the gloom of the endlees night,
If the cheerful tones of a single voice
Had made the depths of my heart rejoice,
If a single thing hud loved me here,
I never had crouched to the fiend Despair l
They come again 1
They tear my brain 1
They tumble aud dart through my every vein 1
Ho 1 could I burst this clankiDg chain,
Then might I spring,
In the hellish ring,
And scatter them back to the r dens again 1
They seize my heart 1 they choke my breath 1
Death y—death 1 ah, welcome death 1
Sea Devils.—Two hideous looking fishes
called sea devils, were recently received at thl
Aquarium in New York. They are about three
toot in length and eighteen inches broad with
enormous mouths about a foot iu width arn i
the edges of which are numerous short tn?
what looks like hair. On the mafda ol the?,
mouths are several double rows of teeth which
can be distinctly seen when th„ ’ mcQ
breathe. The eoflr i. d„k
large and round tapering gradually
lhey appear to be in excellent condition
do not swim much, but remam almost ° V d
Iahm af thn Kntinm ai * lUOtlOH*
less at the bottom of the tank.
A newly imported “help,” f rom „
Isle, after being established in a Fim E . mereld
palace as maid of all-work, was Lf “ u Avenue
ter with a pailful of slons f™^! H shortI y af-
carefully exploring the parlors thl? , kUcUel1 ’
room, the library, the boudoir th« th drawin fl-
and other places, as if ln sea^h^ ® nsic -*oom,
which she couldn’t find. CU °* something
quiredserwu?ly“ 8 »if thehoa8 «. shein-
thepig.” joopiase mistress, where's