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ME flowers collection ctbdPI Scallop PjnaTitegfflence 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 ‘Now—farev < r ctS * Tna next alone. ■£> I £ o Hers, and * <utii !•; /f rhea at he <jp Hodenoe? : when), ot*' urd tfiofa liver 108 gj enough i Vervdn’s asp_ on their critic gratis to Drury ^ 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, ” d ? station without the dom- jrse She kK_ co si jl' lill » tembn' UJ * cyejjriP 8 ehar^ . aer^-V. tit a '*0 ai rd between [t not wise s‘of’ n ' Slii*!®*, in OOf Dl * ^ w h*' 11 h 12 ®