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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. * . ' " _ 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