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EDITORS AND
PROPRIETORS.
ATLANTA, GA„ SATUOAY, APRIL 12,'Iff
TERMS)
$3 PE R ANNUM
IS ADVANCE.
FROM MY ARM-CHAIR.
To THE CHILDREN OF CAMBRIDGE,
davTr ted to n3C on ™y seventy-second bir
, " ary - 27 * I8T9 ’ th,8chair -“ l ‘de from 1
of the village blacksmith’s chestnut tree.
111 Viu * n ®' * s,lou *d call my awn
0 b ln * S splendlt * ebon throne?
r y what reason, or what right divine,
Can I proclaim it mine?
Only, perhaps, by right divine of song
It may to me belong;
n 7 because the spreading clieslnut tree
Of old was sung by me.
^ e‘* I remember it in all its prime,
V lien in tin summertime,
1 he affluent foliageof its branches
door and drawing sword and pistol, he awaited
the appearance of the ad vanciog band.
At last four helmets appeared above the brink
of the cliff, and their owners, perceiving the
earl, startled and drew (heir swords.
‘Stand!* cried Sir Ruthven. ‘In the name of
Scotland, halt, and give an account of your
selves! 1
He was a noble looking personage, tall and
v ry handsome, with a mass of dark hair falling
over his shoulders, strong as a lion, and fear
less.
‘Who are you? 1 he demanded provoked at
the soldiers* silence.
'English soldiers, sir !‘ waR the reply. ‘We
seek the family cf the Scottish traitor. Stand
aside, and let ns pass. If I mistake not you are
the rebel Ruthven.’
■I am Sir Kathven the Scot! - was the earl’s
reply. •Over me you get to Ltdy Bruce!’
•Then over your carcass be it 1’ cried the
English captain.
He sprang forward, but the earl's pistol
cracked, and the soldier stnggered back, pierced
to the brain.
The ne xt moment Sir Ruthven was among the
others with his sword, aDd he drove them down
the cliffs discomfited, wounded and bleeding.
Then he returned with bloody sword and
found Lady Bruce ready for flight.
All through that night they rode an ", secure
in a good retreat, defied the English during the
next day.
At last Lady Bruce and her child were folded
to King Ii ibert's breast, and the chieftain looked
at Sir Ituthven. He stood apart, silent and
moody, but wondering where Auice Valence
was.
Bruce having listened to his wife's account of
the fight before the hut, approached ;h& earl
with outstretched hands exclaiming .
'Noble Ituthven I knew that I could trust
y?n. Receive the reward of your king. Anice,
1 see again, as oue in vision sees,
The blossoms and the bees.
And hear the children’s voices shout and call,
And the brown chestnuts fall.
I *ee the smithy with its fires aglow',
I hear the bellows blow,
And the sliril hammers on .lie anvil beat
The iron white with heat I
And thus, clear children have ye made for me
This day a jubilee,
And to my mor
Broughtm
■ui uugiLj ns , ,
. ^ 7re enshrined
Ihe p.ocious keepsakes, into which are wrought
The giver's loving thought.
Only your love and your remembrance could
Give life to tills dead wood,
And make these branches, leafless now so long,
Blosscm again in song.
Henry W. Longfellow.
February Zi ,tS79.
The Farl s pistol cracked, and the soldir staggered baek pierced to the brain.
try. He secreted himself during the day, and
when darkness came, again ventured once more
on h sjourney.
The humble home in which Bruce's little fam
ily had taken refuge overlooked Loch Tarn, or
the Lake of the Wood, and was almost concealed
from view by dense fyiiege. As yet the pursuers
bad not discovered it, but as several Soots had
lately turned traitors, the situation of the fam
ily. to say the least, whs growing precarious.
Sir Ruthven reached the but about sundown.
Leaving his horse iu a thicket near by, he
knocked to hear a woman's startled cry and his
name denaud°d. Replyirg that he was a fol
lower of Sir Robert, the door w .s opened and
ihe patriot stepped in. Lidy Bruce siood in
the centre of the room sword iu hand, while
her little son, si-id of twelve, held a pistol
read3' for defence.
Sit Ruthven found himself welcomed by the
family, and he was plied with questions con
cerning the huebtnd and father who had been
absent for several mouths. He told the wife
that he had been sent to conduct her to her
iord, and the; heroic worn .a evinced her leadi
n', s-t to go, though she kuiw that the journey
was dangerous and fn’l of death.
‘And Low is Anice Valence? Ltdy Bruce sud
denly asktd.
S*r Ruthven bit his lip but replied :
•Fair as ever, my lady.’
‘And you still love her an! she lovis j t ou !’
The Scot's face grew white.
‘Alas ! I think she loves another,' he aaic.
‘MyLtdy, pirdou a Highlander’s bluntness ;
but do you not fear that Auice Valence will
make you unhappy some of these times ?’
‘What! That gtri make me unhappy?’ she
cried with a smile. ‘Why, Sir Ruthven, lam
opp»
brow
Kne'
•Rut you love her abo» all women on earth,’
said Sir Ruthven angrily ’Sue would love me,
if you did not staud betien. R >bert Bruce, 1
cursed ihe day Hhen I uited my fortunes with
yours, and to curue what am now, an outlaw,
hunted like a dug from <xg to crag, while yon
hide in oaves and make Ive to the or ly woman
I ad or; !’
■How blind you haveecomt! the leader of
the Sc its said. ‘1 beiiewhat yon love the girl,
Anice?’
•Love her?’ cried Sir R'hveu. ‘Don’t doubt
my * flection! Doubt, it fcn will that God pities
Scotland in ibis, the dafof he? sorrow, but do
not doubt that I love Ault Valence!’
‘Your baud, S r Ruthwi,’ said Bruce. ‘Let
us pledge oursmVes to ioy and protect her for
ever.’
Like a man stung bye adder Sir Ruthven
shrunk from his king’s ®fleredhand, and laid
his own hand on Lie aw*.
•Ned no! not tha.! Do rt drive me mad, Sir
Rob rt.’
Are you true to Scot'id?’ taken Bruce.
ed on the ground, and revealed the peisms ot
its occnpauts. There were two-Robert Bruce
and Anice Valence.
The Scottish chief had laid aside his heavy-
armor, battered and scarred by English blows,
and iu his plain loosely fitting Highland robes,
he seemed the handsomest man in the then dis
tracted realm. He was seated on a slone, and
at his side, with 'her deep blue eyes fixed upon
his manly face, rtc'ined theSoottish r„s3, stain
less and fair Auice Valence.
Sir RutLven s eyes fi shed with jealousy, and
bis white bauds closed when his ev es fell upon
the j air. Here was the Scottish leader in the
times of tiel'ea', making love to a girl whose
father had never been more than esquire to the
E irl of Douglas. It was midnight; the follow
ers of Bruce lav not lar away in that cat sleep
from which his signal of danger would instantly
call them ; and he was the only one awake,
inakiDg love, as Str Rathven belicved, to the pet
of the clans.
For many moments the titled Scot did not
stir. He stood in the gioom with his eyes fixed
on the scene in the grotto, and with jealousy
gnawing his very heart-strings. #
No man ever 1 .vedas passionately as Sir Ruth
ven. He would have died for Aniee Valence.
At last he stepped forward, ano Bruce, catch
ing the footfall, raised ! is head. The firelight
soon revealed the person of the newcomer, and
a smile of delight passed over the Deliverer's
iae u .
‘Right welcome, my Rulhven !' he said, in his
kindiy tone. ‘S t down with us by the fire, and
• ell me the latest news about the cause. Auice
was just relating a legend cf L >ch Kvtrine, and
I was laughing at its absurdity ; wusn t I dear ?
Tue girl blushed, but merriment lit up her
eyes ts she replied :
‘Bat it is a true legend, nevertheless. Sir
Robert is in a merry mood to-night, aud is,
moreever. inclined to laugh at anything. Tell
him thatMacPherson or Donald has been beaten,
Sir RutLven, and see if he doesn't have a merry
answer for you.'
‘No such bad news to communicate,* said Sir
ItutLv n, with a faint smite lor theg ri‘s words.
Our clansmen are doing bravely. I would speak
to onr monarch a moment, girl.*
‘Then keep house until we return, ‘ Brdfle said,
Not many years ago, an Irishman, whose fi
nances did not keep pace with the demands
made on his pocket, and whose scorn of honest
labor was greatiy unfavorable to its being legit
imately filled,got an old pistol one day, when pov
erty had driven him to extremity, and took to-
the highway determined to rob the first man he
could conveniently meet who was likely to have
a heavy purse. A joily old tarmer catm j >gging
along, and Pat put him down instantly as a par
ty who possessed those reqn.sTs he stood so
much in need of himself. Presenting the pis
tol, he ordered the agriculturist to ‘S and aud
deliver !' Tue poor old fellow forked over some
filty, but finding Pat tomething of a greenhorn,
begged a 'V' to take him home—a distance of
about half a mile on the way. Th9 request was
complied with, accompanied with the most pat
ron z ; ng air. Old Acre-and-Roods whs a know
ing one. Eyeing the pi-ito!, he i.ssed Pat if he
wouli sell it.
‘Is it s. 11 my pistol? Sowl, an* it s that Barne
thing I‘II be after doing ! What wiii ytz be af
ter giving for it?'
‘I’ll give you this five-dollar bill for it.*
‘Done ! And done, and done s enough be
tween two gentlemen. Down wid the dust, and
here's the tool for y, z !‘
The bargain was made by immediate transfer.
The moment the farmer got the petronel he or
dered Pctt to shell out, and pointing the pistol,
threatened to blow out his brains if he refused.
Pat looked at him with a cctnical leer, aud but
toning his breeches pocket sang out: ‘Blow
away, ould boy ! Dovii take the bit of powthsr s
in it !‘
We believe the old man told the last part of
the story but once, and that was by the purest
accident: Pat male off; and ‘once away, torever
away, 1 has sine 3 been his motto.
•Halt! Friend or foe to Robert the Bruce <
These words Jell from Ihe lips of a sentry p; s -
ed in a narrow d* file among the mountains ot
Scotland, ana the person addressed stepped in
the uloein and tried to discern the speaker.
‘Friend or foe? Scotland forever !’said the
semryy provoked at the man’s silence, and the
click of a gnn lock was heaid.
•Friend to Bruce! was the lardy reply, and
the doxt moment the two men met. _
*1 did not recogniz9 your voice, Sir Ruthven,
said the sentry grasping the hand ot the person
he bad stopped. -I humbly beg your pardon ;
but I had not heard it since that unfortunate
dav at Mrthven.’ , „
•N-v r mind, my good Douglas, Sir Ruthven
hastened to say with a smile. ‘Where is the
Bruce to-night?'
‘At his gaiiant p»s'ime,‘ arswered Douglas.
‘Making Iqve to Anice Valence? 1
‘A',e, S r Hiihven. If she did not take his
mind from the unhappiness of Scotland, then
who would deliver her !roui Edward s thr -1-
‘Aud to me?‘
•Yes! Despite the lot that Stands betwet
us. Iwould die f »r Robtf the Brr.ce.'
•And will you obey hie? -
•Try m< !‘
■Then go to the home ly Loch Tarn aud co;
duet her to Die.‘
•Y mr wif=?‘
‘Aye. my wife and child.*
Sir Ru Lv-n looked into Erucis face as if -
did not credit his seua s r ,
Tue country was tall ofeTifcuJjl
the mission seemed t'',
Was not Bruce sAy 1 ^ ^ ^
might cease to trouble * ’$■ * ?
*1 can trust yon!’ jP
will be great. Prori v. ■& s d
and Scotland. 1 ■& ^ r si
‘When shall J
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on their critic
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they might choose
was that
’ ats in ;
iwer ’ished at such a display ofconfider.ee,
in Tu ven stood dumhlonnded before his
to beep* His " - a ftU before her gentle
were expaote- 0l nW/ \bant the knee.
l-tjowV he said, ‘but I do
:*r *, ,.-1 3*v> t j‘.Q ha9stolen King Robert's
Wlisit Came of a Dream.
A strange affdr has just happened at Linkin-
horne, Cornwall, England. William Seymour,
a miner, was found dead in Pi ceoix mine. It
was suppt S id he had died in a fit, and a verdict
to that effhet was returned at the coroner's in
quest. He was interred at the burial ground of
D-irley Chapel. A neighbor of the deceased thft
next night dreamed that a gentleman in a car
nage and pair had driven up to the house of the
mother of the deceased, and said her son was
not dead, but had been buried alive. This
dream being noised abroad, the next night sev
en or eight men went to the graveyard, dug up
the coffin, and carried it to the clapel. They
uuscrewed the coffin lid, and there was the body
of their comrade apparantly still living and
breathing. So convinced were they of this that
they sat him up, and, while some attempted to
revive him by stimulants and friction, others
ran off to the nearest surgeon, two miles distant.
The surgeon, Mr. New sun, soon arrived, and
examined the body amid great excitement, and
then stated that the man was dead, and had
been dead some days.
Indians are getting new coats of war paint—
cigar-store Indians.
if the lemonade
Sir Ruthven passe?r
much as a word of
,, , recog ei.vexpression
idly through the night t,
left hi« hoiss. MouutinLugbt!v im
the steed the s:,urs andLjnjjio'dread-
road like a madman. I *
breaking bis neck; but foye i n wjgij.
that road before, aud
safely along.
The thought of his c
to Auice Valence in tin
It gave the^ppursa vet
steedaud made hi
slaying the man who i >me moments
girl. Lock Tara was , investigate it
retreat of Bruce, and,
venieg country was o liier. For my
dierly, who were b«at .iven though
aDd his family. Sir ( |ut a doubt.’
himself tor accepttngj * he did Dot
strued into a subtle p| lawyer, with
sworn allegiance to til coul d riot so
er came he would no9§\t. sue
The night gradmll Jlbiy * felt wh-
ven became more caSgw/™ 11 stifl,
place among the mouplb' t!r,IU0 that
tachments of Euglis!Ry' ,c ^ Goa in
J* this—this— j
fwtuse.
\Thei bade the earl rise,
-fge said. -If he loves her it is
e 1 1 !„s army once in the tarn oi
forget the girl. Sir Rathven,
' ?03 o‘'slow^to attack the cheer
” “ , at before him, and when he
J jnuer man ho bade the family
d’k'laile you prepare/ he said,
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