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COROLINN.
A PERSIAN TALE.
CHAPTXR VI.
It was on the night of the third day, as
he lay wishing for death, and in a state oi
half delirium, that he was roused by a soft
eweet voice, whispered in his ear —“Ever-
ington."
It was the voice of Corolinn; and the
tide of feelings which her appearance there
produced, was beyond his control. True, he
could not see her—the sun had blistered his
face—his eye-lids were, it appeared to him,
burned to a crisp, and ability to move them
had ceased; still he could not mistake the
music of her angel voice—he felt her soft
hand as she parted the hair on his forehead,
and pressed it with her coral lips.
With lips parehed by thirst, he could
with difficulty articulate; but she listened
and heard his faint accents employed in ex
pressions of gratitude and thanks.
“Hope has forsaken me,” said Evering
ton; “nothing but the memory of Corolinn
could reconcile me to living another mo
ment. Oh thi3 living death 1”
“Hush," said the beautiful and affection
ate creature; “there is someone approach
ing us; I must not be seen;" and hastily
pressing her lips to his, she retired cautious
ly to a cluster of mango trees, where she
was concealed from notice.
She now saw the figure she had heard,
endeavoring carefully to approach Evering
ton. She saw him put his face close to that
of Everington, as if to whisper to him; and
with intense interest she watched every
movement, as he appeared to hold a short
conference with the victim. Suddenly he
left Everington, and came towards the spot
where, like a timid fawn, she was standing;
looking as if she was in search of some ob
ject. For a moment she hesitated whether
it was best to discover herself or fly; but
when she heard her name pronounced in a
low, deep voice, she hesitated no longer, and
was almost overwhelmed with joy when she
found the stranger was the faithful Hamors.
“0, for the sake of everything sacred,
save him—o save him," said she, as she
took the hand of the servant.
“If it is in the power of man to save him
he shall be saved/' replied II amors j “my
business this night was to ascertain whether
he was living. But tell me, my mistress,
are you free to follow him ? Are you riot
bound to the tyrant ?”
“No,” replied Corolinn j “nor shall I ever
be; my purpose is fixed; while Everington
lives, I live; when he dies, I will live no
longer!”
“Can you be at this place, at this hour, to
morrow night ?” inquired Hamors.
“Alas, I cannot tell!” replied Corolinn;
“my liberty is at the control of a tyrant —
my life is my own.”
“Be here to-morrow night and you shall
be saved,” said Hamors.
ho saying, Hamors softly returned to the
spot where Everington lay, spoke with him
a moment, and then disappeared in the gloom
that overhung river and plain.
No sooner was he away, than Corolinn
took her stand beside the sufferer.
During the interview, the sentinel, whose
duty it was to prevent intercourse with the
prisoner through the night, was soundly
sleeping on the bank of the river, beneath
a thick cluster of flowering acacias, and re
mained entirely ignorant of what had taken
place.
After the re-capture of the fugitives in
the mountains, Corolinn, on her return to
Schiras, was delivered over to the custody
of an old woman, who had orders not
trust her out of her sight, and was assured
that she should answer for her charge with
her life.
Corolinn found that the hag, to whom she
had been consigned, was excessively fond of
wine, and as she had plenty of it at her
command, she put some stupefying drugs
into it, and during the evening, managed to
have her drink what she wished of it. It
had the effect desired, and by the time the
inhabitants of the place had sunk to rest,
the old woman was beyond being disturbed.
Corolinn, after the interview with Ever
ington and Hamors, hastily returned to the
place of her confinement, and to her joy
found the old woman still insensible, lie
placing the keys, she assumed the attitude
of repose, where, without suspecting any
thing had been wrong, she was found by her
keeper in the morning, after the fumes of
the wine had passed.
The lingering moments of another day at
last were passed, and as evening came on,
the bowl of wine, drugged deeper than be
fore, was produced; and while the beautiful
and anxious Corolinn assumed a cheerfulness
she did not feel, a hilarity intended to de
ceive, she was pleased to find its contents
rapidly disappearing before the unsuspect
ing and delighted attendant.
Before the hour fixed upon arrived, the
old woman was as still as death ) and with
an agitated hand and palpitating heart, by ■
the means she had before used, the maiden
again found herself beyond the walls of the
city, and near the spot where her presence
was so anxiously expected and wished by
Everington But the guard had been
changed, and a sentinel more watchful had
been appointed to the station. To avoid dis
covery, Corolinn hid herself in the cluster
ing trees to which she had retired the night
before, whence she could have an opportu
nity of observing all that passed.
She had scarcely taken her place amidst
the mango trees, when she heard footsteps
near her, and looking, saw that Hamors was
there, followed by three or four powerful
looking men, who, from their appearance
and armor, she at once recognized as Kurds,
or natives of the mountains.
“Allah be praised that you are here l*
said Hamors, in a whisper; “is the sentinel
asleep ?”
“He is not," replied Corolinn; “youmay
now see him walking on the bank."
“It would be better for him if he was,”
said Hamors, “for now he must die. Remain
where you are until I come for you." Then
speaking a lew words in an undertone to his
followers, they descended the bank and were
soon out of sight beneath the acacias and
myrtle, that hung over the banks. Soon a
dark figure was seen to emerge from a clus
ter of shrubbery, near the sentinel, who
stood with his back towards the spot. The
twinkle of a star revealed the glittering
cimetar, and in a moment the deep and hob
low groan showed that the silent but fatal
blow had been struck. The others now
sprang forward, the dead body was tumbled
into the river, the covering of the boat
was, in a few minutes, loosed from its fasten
ings, and the half insensible Everington
delivered from his horrid abode.
A moment was allowed to Corolinn to as
sure Everington that she was to accompany
him; and then the party, with Everington
borne on the shoulders of the four moun
taineers, left the banks of the Bendemir.—
After following the direction in which they
started for a few minutes, Hamors took from
a thicket of shrubbery a fine horse, and
mounting Corolinn behind him, the whole
party proceeded at a rapid rate towards the
ruins of Persepolis.
In two hours they found themselves amid
the ruins. Columns lay scattered around
them, and blocked up their path. Leaving
their horses, the party plunged deeper into
the recess, and while the owl hooted over
them, led by Hamors, they fearlessly ad
vanced.
“This strong wind," said Hamors to Cor
olinn, as she hung upon his arm, “will not
pass without contributing to our success, as
it will obligate any footsteps we may have
made over the plain."
Suddenly he stopped where the immense
pile denoted that some magnificent palace
or temple had formerly stood; and removing
a large stone slab which required the united
efforts of the whole party, a circular opening
was discovered, which led to the unknown
and unseen regions below. A rope was made
fast to a fallen column, and two of the com
pany quickly descended out of sight, leav
ing Hamors with the other on the surface.
A rope was fastened around Everington, and
he was speedily lowered into the abyss.
“You must now descend,” said Hamors
to Corolinn. No sooner was she in the sub
terranean apartment than the others de
scended. Preceded by Hamors, Everington
was borne through the several turnings and
windings, until they came to a wall, in which
was an opening similar to that which they
had descended. This was passed, and the
light of the lamp showed to Corolinn a num
ber of apartments, connected with eich
other, gloomy indeed, but apparently dry
and comfortable. In one of these, a mat
tress was placed, upon which, Everington,
weak and exhausted, was laid; while some
wine and provisions were produced for him
and the rest of the party. The opening
through which they had passed was the only
only one that could be discovered leading to
the subterranean chambers they occupied ;
and however doubtful the purpose for which
they were erected might be, the huge blocks
which formed the walls and the covering of
these rooms showed that they had been built
for eternity. Some pieces of carpeting were
brought and spread over the stone floor ;
and in one of the rooms a number of skins
of water and wine, with a variety of fruits
and provisions, were pointed out to Corolinn
by Hamors. To the inquiry of Corolinn,
whether he was going to leave them, he re
plied he was : ten days from this time I
shall come provided with everything for a
successful flight.
So saying, Hamors, with his followers, left
the cavern, carefully closing the opening
through which they had entered.
Everington, on the third day, with the
aid of his amiable nurse, was able to rise,
and leaning on the beautiful girl, he repeat
edly traversed the room with a feeling *of
satisfaction almost equal to that which would
have been felt by the bestowment of anew
sense. Blistered as his face and eyelids had
been, by long exposure to the sun, the skin
came off in large pieces; and while the in
flammation in his eyes gradually subsided,
he reflected on the good fortune that had
prevented his eyelids being fastened open,
since, in that case, his eyes, even while life
lasted, would have been devoured to their
very sockets. *
The time which they awaited with so
much anxiety at last came. There was a
sound of voices in the outer apartment—
the blocks of stone which closed the com
munication between them were removed,
and Hamors, accompanied by some of his
hardy mountaineers, entered the dungeon.
Their joy at meeting was mutual, for the
unwavering faithfulness of Hamors had
endeared him to both Everington and Coro
linn.
“We have outwitted the tyrant this time,”
said Hamors, exultingly ; “after every ex
ertion which power or ingenuity could de
vise, he has been completely baffled. The
mystery of your escape he has never been
able to unravel—the largest rewards have
proved ineffectual to discover your retreat,
and the pursuit has been given over as hope
less. *Once again on the Hetzerdera, and
we are safe.”
Preparations werq immediately commen
ced for a removal from the retreat which had
so long afforded, them security and shelter.
Hamors led the way through the ruins,
and when they emerged from them into the
plain, they found themselves at once in the
midst of a dozen of the mountaineers, who,
with high spirited steeds, ready for them to
mount, awaited their arrival. Not a mo
ment was lost in continuing their flight
SOUTHERN CHRISTIAN ADVOCATE.
across the plain. Corolinn was mounted on
a beautiful Arabian, and Everington felt as
if he had commenced anew existence when
he found himself by her side and rapidly leav
ing the crumbling fragments of ancient Per
sian greatness far behind them.
Long before morning they found them
selves among the hills, which marked the
commencement of the mountainous region;
and when day dawned, they were safe from
pursuit amidst its deep and inaccessible fast
nesses and defiles. They had left Schiras
and the domains of Abbas Mirza forever;
and the brave and hospitable children of the
mountains welcomed them with patriarchal
simplicity and affection to their man
sions. Among these generous mountaineers
Everington thought it prudent to remain but
a short time ; for though the country to the
west of the Hetzerdera scarcely owned alle
giance to the Persian crown, and the brave
Kurds still maintained a tacit independence,
yet his fears, added to the counsel of Ha
mors, induced him to place himself and his
beautiful Corelinn, as soon as possible, be
yond the reach of Abbas Mirza.
As soon, therefore, as Everington found
himself completely restored, disguising
themselves as much as possible, with Ha
mors as their servant, he and the fair Coro
linn, accompanied by several of the natives
of the mountains, proceeded by the circuit
ous route of the Tigris and Bagdad, to Bus
sorah, where they arrived without molesta
tion, and in safety. Here Everington found
himself in possession of funds, with which
he compensated his kind companions from
the Hetzerdera, to the extent of their wishes,
and laden with every expression of his and
Corolinn’s gratitude, saw them depart for
their native homes. At Bussorah, he found
the chaplain of the English establishment
at the English Gulf of Persia, and was uni
ted by the tenderest of ties to the blushing
and beautiful girl, who had consented to
unite her fortunes with his. A vessel was
on. the point of sailing for India, where they
arrived, and embracing the favorable mo
ment, and wafted by the propitious mon
soon, Everington and Corolinn soon found
themselves at Bombay, where the flag of
Britain assured him of protection. After
residing at Bombay for three years, he was
called to Calcutta; and as his intimate ac
quaintance with the Persian language, add
ed to his knowledge of Indian affairs, ren
dered him a proper person to receive such
an appointment, on the recommendation of
several officers of the government, he was
appointed by the Marquis of Wellesley,
then Governor General of India, to the gov
ernment of Agra, a port of great impor
tance on the upper Ganges, whither he im
mediately repaired, accompanied by his ad
mired and lovely bride.
THE END.
Uarittj.
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That was good advice given by the Pres
ident of the State Agricultural Society, on
presenting a silver cup to a young man who
had won the first prize at a ploughing match.
“ Take this cup, my young friend, and re
member always to plough deep and drink
shallow.’’
A lady asked a minister whether a person
might not be fond of dress and ornament
without being proud. “ Madam/’ said the
minister, “ when you see a fox’s tail peeping
out of a hole, yon may be sure the fox is
within.’’
Miss Martha Baldwin, a graduate of Bald
win University, at Berea, Ohio, was elected to
till the chair of Professorship of the Greek and
Latin languages in the Baker University, which
was chartered by the Kansas Territorial Legis
lature, in the winter of 1857, and has been in
active operation seven years. It is an institu
tion attended by both-sexes, and Miss Baldwin
has been the sole occupant of the chair above
stated, and has given entire satisfaction during
the college year which has closed. She was
elected by the faculty of the University, con
sisting of two gentlemen and three ladies, to de
liver their address for the commencement exer
cises, and most nobly and beautifully performed
the duty, though it was with much modesty, for
she is but twenty-one years of age.
No Such Place in His Atlas.—A New York
merchant received a notification oY whisky
consigned to him that had been seized in transitu
on suspicion that the tax had < not been paid.
“ I will thank you,” said his letter in answer,
“to write me where ‘ Transitu’ is, as I want to
send a clerk there, and I can’t find out what
railroad it is on !”
Asa woman was walking, a man looked at
and followed her.
“Why,” said she, “ do you follow me?”
“Because,” he replied, “I have fallen in
love with you.”
“ Why so ? My sister, who is coming after
me, is mach haudsomer than I am. ‘ Go and
make love! to her.”
The mail turned back, and saw a woman with
an ugly faice, and being greatly displeased, re
turned and said :
“ Why Should you tell me a falsehood ?”
The wolnan answered: “Neither did you tell
me the troth ; for if you were in love with me,
why did Jfou look back for another woman ?”
A well-known penurious character invited a
friend to dinner, and had provided only two
small mutton chops. Upon removing the cover,
he said: -
“ My flfiend, we have a Lenten entertainment;
you see four dinner before you.”
Taking the two chops upon his own plate, his
friend replied:
“ Yes I do ; but where is your dinner ?”
“ said a Cameronian to his daugh
ter, wbtfwas asking his permission to accompa
ny her |rgent and faithful suitor to the altar,
“ Jeauui 3, it’s a solemn thing to get married.”
“I kn( w it, father,” replied the sensible
damsel, “but it’s a great dealsolemnernot to.”
An i n-keeper observed a postillion with
only or spur, and inquired the reason. “Why,
what vpuld be the use of another?” said the
postillfn, “ if one side of the horse goes, the
other #n’t stand still.”
Peojle complain a great deal of the high
price butter, which is only twice as dear as
it use} to be ; but no public talk is made about
the price of tobacco, which is four times as high
as formerly.
' (©bitnarg.
Mrs. Amelia W. Gresham, wife of G. W*.
Gresham, Esq , died in Oglethorpe co., Ga.,
on the 10th ot January, 1866, in the 66th year
of her age.
Sister Gresham was an humble and devoted
Christian; a member of the M. E. Church
For half a century has she been a witness, in
the community where she lived, in her daily
walk and conversation at home and abroad,
that “God is love.” She was a friend of the
poor and needy—none ever came to her and
were turned away empty. In her last illness,
she was confined to the house for more than
eight months by consumption. She suffered
very much; but at all times seemed to think
more for the comfort of others than she did for
herself, leaving her own case in the hands of
Him whom she had so long loved and wor
shipped, with full assurance that whatever He,
did would be right. I never saw any one who
seemed to feel more clearly, “Lord, thy will
be done not mine.” Those who were with her
in her last momenta can testify, “ that it is bet
ter to go to the house of mourning than to the
house of feasting,” for her death was indeed
glorious and triumphant,” the very gates of
Heaven seemed open ;” and as the cqld waters
of Jordan were even kissing her lips she spoke
of the future beyond the grave with a calmness
and composure truly astonishing ; giving min
ute directions as to what should be done ; and
leaving as her last message to her children.,
and relatives individually, to meet her in
Heaven. “We feel that our loss is her eter
nal gain ” She leaves a devoted husband,
whose locks are whitened by the frosts of three
score years and ten, three daughters, one son,
and many relatives to mourn her loss.
R. E. Hill.
Texas Advocate please copy.
Mrs. Susan Eubanks, relict of John Eu
banks, was born in North Carolina, July 17ih,
1796, and died in Montgomery co., Ala., Jan
12th, 1866. Her maiden name was Moore, and
her father died when she was only two year?
old, and the same year her mother moved to
Hancock co , Ga., where she was raised and
married, which was in 1813.
She was the mother of thirteen children, six
sons and seven daughters, and each one of
them lived to be years old. Her
husband died in 1833, and although his estate
was small, yet such was her energy and indus
try, that she greatly improved her pecuniary
condition and raised and educated her children
well. In 1826 she became a member of the M.
E. Church, and through all her subsequent life
was a consistent and useful Christian. Sbe was
in many respects a remarkable woman, posses
sing far more than ordinary natural endow
ments, and such particularly was her energy,
and her attention to business, and to everything
worthy of notice, that she made her mark in
the world- She passed through eventful peri
ods in her history, married during the war of
1812-14, and died just after the close cf the
great war*of 1861 64. Thus, as in other re
spects, she resembled her mother, Mrs. Eliza
beth Dixon, whose death occurred in August,
1864, a notice of which was given by Bishop
Pierce in the Advocate of that year. She was
in feeble health for several years, but was
taken quite ill last November and suffered
much up to the time of her death, yet she en
dured all her sufferings with heroic patience ;
and her mind was strikingly lucid all the time,
as evinced by her attention to every little
thing about her house and home. She gave
direction about her burial, and selected the
minister (the Rev. C. S. Hurt) to preach her
funeral, the hymns and the text to be used,
part of 33d verse of xii Luke—“ A treasure in
the heavens tbatfaileth not.” Just before her
death, she was heard to say “ O blessed Jesus!
I soon shall be with him.” Her prayer that
she might die easy was signally answered, for
she fell asleep in Jesus without a struggle or
groan. James W. Shores.
Bro. James L. Willis was born March
27th, 1809, in Columbia co., Ga., and died in
Talbot co., Ga., of cancer on the face, Nov.
19th, 1865, in his 54th year.
It is impossible to estimate the extent of
his sufferings for six years ; but latterly the
paroxym3 were not so frequent, nor quite so
severe, yet such was his great debility that life
was really a burden. Such a spectacle of suf
fering rarely occurs in the history of our race ;
and yet he bore it like a Christian hero, never
offering to murmur at the dispensations of
Providence. His meek submission and patient
endurance, under such severe afflictions, were
marked by all as distinguishing elements of his
character during his protracted illness, and
form a strong evidence of the power of Divine
grace to sustain and console in the day of trou
ble. Although he was often sorrowful at the
thought of leaving his interesting family, he
was always able to say, “ The will of the Lord
be done.” He had been a member of the Metho
dist Church for thirty-two years, and filled the
offices of class leader and steward for many
years, with great honor to himself and profit
to the church. And when the messenger ar
rived, he found him ready, and he could say, a
few moments before his death, “ I will soon be
in heaven;” and clapping his feeble hands
shouted “glory, glory!” A. J. Dean.
Miss Elizabeth TiCEßdied in Warren co ,
Ga., Dec 30th, 1865, in her 49th year.
She professed religion, and joined the Metho
dist Church in 1831; and-she was an acceptable
member till her death. She loved the church
of her ohoice, and took a great interest in it,
and she will be missed at Salem, where she
held her membership for 24 years. The writer
has known her nearly 26 years, and can say
that she always bore the marks of a Christian.
She was sick only about 60 hours, and when
death found her ready to die. About
the laet words Eke said were, “ I am going to
heaven and, no doubt, she is at rest, where
sorrow never comes. Amos Johnson.
Rev. John S. Henley, for several years
a citizen of Banks ciunty, died at his residence
in Pontotoc county, Miss., (whither he had
recently removed) on 16th December, 1866, in
the 64th yearofhisage Hewas a native ofTen n.
—for many years a travelling preacher in the
Holston Conference of the M. E. Church.
Tribute of Respect.
In the first Quarterly Conference of Laurens
and Reedy River Circuit, for the years 1865-6,
he’d at I-aurens C. H , S. C., on the 13th inst.,
the following preamble and resolutions offered
by John Garlington, ,E q , were unanimously
adopted by a rising vote :
Whireas, our Heavenly Father has seen fit
that our beloved Pastor should be removed
from us by death, Be it Therefore, unanimously
1. Resolved That we bow in resignation to
the heavy stroke which has fallen upon us in
the death of our beloved Pastor, Rev Wm. Ad
ney McSwaln.
2. Resolved, That in the death of Brother
McSwain the Church has lost a most amia
ble, faithful and able minister; the country
an exemplary and universally beloved citizen
and friend.
3. Resolved, That we feel profoundly, but
fear we can only apprehend in part, the deep
and sore bereavement entailed on the family
in the death of their head—husband and fa
ther.
4. Resolved, That the Secretary be requested
to furnish the bereaved family with a copy
of these resolutions, and. a's» to have them
pub iis bed in the Laurensville Herald , S. C.,
Christian Advocate and Weekly Record
6 Resolved, That a page of the Conf-rence
Journal be appropriated to the inscription of
Its name, date of birth, conversion, and
union with the church, license to preach, and
death.
• Sidi H. Browne, Chairman.
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