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this season in the Gulf of St. Lawrence has been
; unusually unprofiiable, owing to high gales. *
* In Boston for the week ending Saturday, 11th
inst., there were 64 deaths, and in Baltimore for
the week ending on Monday morning 87. * *
The cost of raising eorn in Illinois is only from
four to six cents a bushel. * * The Princess
Wasa has abjuied the Protestant religion, prepar
atory to her mairiage with Louis Napoleon. *
* Queen Victoria has sent an cider to Cincinnati
for twenty-four sugar-cured hams. * * The
Old Curfew Bell at Sandwich, England, which
has been rung daily siuce the timo ot William the
Conqueror, is to be rung no longer. * * There
are about eleven hundred banks in the U. States.
* * It is stated that Mr. Webster’s works are
selling at Bo=>ton at the rate of one hundred copies
a day. * * Among a drove of hogs in Cin
cinnati, there was one about four feet in height,
and perfectly black. * * Mr. Bell, ol Alba
ny, lias taken out a patent for a newly invented
wrought iron wheel lor rail-road cars and engines,
from which is expected a vast saving of life and
propei ty. * * A letter from Toronto, Upper
Canada, says that the Cholera has broken out in
ihe lunatic asylum at that place. * * r l he
speed of locomotives has reached 75 miles per
hour in France. The French rail-roads, however,
are tue best managed in the world. Accidents
but seldom occur, the regulations being so strin
gent.
HONOUR’S MARTYR.
BY ELLIS BELL.
The moon is full this winter night ;
The stars are clear though lew ;
And every window glistens bright,
With leaves of frozen dew.
The sweet moon through your lattice gleams
And lights your room like day ;
And theie you pass, in happy dreams,
The peaceful hours away !
While I, with effort hardly quelling
The anguish in my breast,
Wander about the silent dwelling,
And cannot think of rest.
The old clock in the gloomy hall
Ticks on, from hour to hour ;
And every time its measured call
Seems lingering slower and slower :
And, oh, how slow that keen-eyed slar
Has tracked the chilly grey !
What, watching yet ! how very far
The morning lies away !
Without your chamber door I stand ;
Love, are you slumbering still ?
My cold heart, underneath my hand*
Has almost ceased to thrill.
Bleak, bleak the east wind sobs and sighs,
And drowns the turret bell,
Who.-e sad note, undistinguished, dies
Uuheard, like my farewell!
To-morrow, Scorn will blight my name,
And Hale will trample me,
Will load me with a coward’s shame—
A traitor’s perjury.
False frien is will launch their covert sneers:
True friends will wish me dead ;
SOUTHERN LITERARY GAZETTE.
And I shall cause the bitterest tears
That you have ever shed.
The dark deeds of my outlawed race
Will then like virtues shine 5
And men will pardon their disgrace,
Beside the guilt of mine.
For, who forgives the accursed crime
Os dastard tieachery !
Rebellion, in its chosen time,
May Freedom’s champion be ;
Revenge may stain a righteous sword,
It may be juet to slay ;
But, traitor, traitor, —from that word
All true breasts shrink away ‘
Oh, I would give my heart to death,
To keep my honour fair ;
Yet, i’ll not give my inward faith
My honour’s name to spare!
Not even to keep your priceless love,
Dare I, beloved, deceive ;
This treason should the luture prove,
Then, only then, believe !
I know the path I ought to go ;
1 follow learlessly,
Inquiring not what deeper woe
Stern duty stores for me.
So foes pursue, and cold allies
Mistrust nre, every one:
Let me be false in others’ eyes,
It faithful in my own.
THE HOKE.
Our bore is great in secret informa
tion. He happens to know many things
that nobody else knows. He can gene
rally tell you where the split is in the
Ministry ; he knows a deal about the
Queen ; and has little anecdotes to relate
of the royal nursery. He gives you the
judge’s private opinion of Sludge, the
murderer, and his thoughts when he tried
him. He happens to know what such a
man got by such a transaction, and it
was fifteen thousand five hundred pounds,
and his income is twelve thousand a year.
Our bore is also great in mystery. He
believes, with an exasperating appearance
of profound meaning, that you saw Par
kins last Sunday ? Yes, you did. Did
he say any thing particular ? No, noth
ing particular. Our bore is surprised at
that. Why ? Nothing. Only he un
derstood that Parkins had come to tell
you something. What about? Well!
our bore is not at liberty to mention
what about. But, he believes you will
hear that from Parkins himself, soon, and
he hopes it may not surprise you as it
did him. Perhaps, however, you never
heard about Parkins’s wife’s sister ? No.
Ah! says our bore, that explains it !
Our bore is great in argument. He
infinitely enjoys a long humdrum, drowsy
interchange of words of dispute about
nothing, fie considers that it strength
ens the mind, consequently, he “don’t see
that,” very often. Or, he would be
glad to know what you mean by that.
Or, he doubts that. Or, he has always
understood exactly the reverse of that.
Or, he cun’t admit that. Or, he begs to
that. Or, surely you don't mean
that. And so on. He once Us > j
offered us a piece of ad |>W} after the fact,
totally impi;4>t'Vctole and wholly impos
si hie ol acceptance, because it supposed
the fact then eternally disposed of, to be
yet in abeyance. It was a dozen yeirs
ago, and to this hour our bore benevo
lently wishes, in a mild voice, on certain
regular occasions, that we had thought
better of his opinion.
The instinct with which our bore finds
out another bore, and closes with him, is
amazing. We have seen him pick his
man out of fifty men, in a couple of min
utes. They love to go (which they do
natural!}) into a slow argument on a
previously exhausted subject, and to con
tradict each other, and to wear the hear
ers out, without impairing their own pe
rennial freshness as bores. It improves
the good understanding between them,
and they get together afterwards, and
bore each other amicably. Whenever
we see our bore behind a door with an
other bore, we know that when he comes
forth, he will piaise the other bore a
one of the most intelligent men he ever
met. And this bringing us to the close
of what we had to say about our bore,
we are anxious to have it understood
that he never bellowed this praise on us.
[Household Words.
JOAN DA.UC —AN HISTORIC
BLUNDER.
We have this week to correct a blun
der of considerable historical importance,
which has remained unexposed, and in
fact undetected, for the last four hundred
years. The name of Joan of Arc, the
heroine of France, has always heretofore
been wrongly written, not only by Eng
lish and other foreigners, but by the
Fiench themselves. Her real name, it
appears, was Dare, not d’Arc:—that is
to say, plain Joan Dare, not Joan of Arc.
To be called d’Arc, Joan should have
been of noble family, whereas she was
the daughter of a common peasant, and
served as waitress in an inn ; or she
should have belonged to a place called
Arc, whereas she was born at the village
of Domremy in Champagne, commenced
her career at Yancouleurs, and never, so
far as it appears, did any exploits at Arc.
The mistake of writing the name no
doubt arose from the folly of some of
the early French historians, wishing to
make her appear of sufficiently good de
scent to be entitled to the aristocratic de.
But it is, nevertheless, a great wonder
that this erroneous spelling shmild have
become universal, and should never have
been discovered by any later historian,
foreign or French. And the wonder be
comes greater still, when we call to mind
that Joan Dare has been for so lona a
period the most marked figure in French
history, has been the cherished idol of
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