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i * . * '^HfA. '.X "< _,j " r". ': v "' ' .," '-. . . * " '".' * ' * '' 'A- ' ir -*v- - ' "ftViii f-r \i;v. - '< -. vr- -, m ijv ..cm -^r-TT.-n- < +&** u-. ?- * } $2 PER ANNUM. 1 AA^mTRARY^WAY,TYS | >V * C'siiln!\r)? THEH\VAY!" IN ADVANCE. NEUTRAL IN POLITICS?DEVOTED TO LITERARY, COMMERCIAL, AGRICULTURAL, SCIENTIFIC, GENERAL AND LOCAL INTELLIGENCE. VOLUME III ' LANCASTER C. H? SOUTH CAROLINA, WEDNESDAY MORNING,MARCH 1.1854. NUMBER 3. ml MUl IttfTPD I I,' I1P P I) I 'enouv? ?pcculat?Hl till his whole attention I countenance! Two lines of a noble banl | 'Am 1 then parted from tlieo for ererT' i w?r? i? ? L llM ilM fin liliIIIIIjIi I became Hbsorl>ed in llt? ?crmnn wlilol. ... I I? R. R BAILEY, - EDITOR AHDJACPAIETOR "FOR EVER AND EVER7 ?OH THE VILLAGE ANTHEM I ? , V BY CAHOL1NK LBK IIKNT7.. | M What is that bell tinging for ?" naked Yilleneuvc, of the waiter, who was leaving the room. "For church," wan the reply. * For church. Oh ! is it Sunday ? I had forgotten it. 1 did no*, think there waa n church in this little village." * Yea, indeed I" answered the boy, his village prido taking the alarm, " and a very handsome ? ne, too. Just look out of that window, air. l>o you see that tall white steeple, la-hind those big trees there! That is the church, and i know tlu-re is not h lietter preacher in the whole world than parson lilanford. lie whs never . pestered for m wo'd vet, and Iti.s voice make* one feel so warm ami tender about the heart, it does one good to hear him." Villeneiive caJt a languid glance through the window, from the sofa on which lie was reclining, thinking that parson lilamlford was probably some old hum-drum, puritanical preacher, whose nasal twang ? was eonaidcrod melodious by the vulgar ears which wi-rc accustomed to listen to hint. Dull as his prem-ut position was he was resolved to keep it inthcrthan inflict upon himself shell an intolerable I Hire. The b*?y who had mounted his liuhhy, continued, icgardlcss of the miprnpitious countenance of ids auditor. **Then there is Miss (Imct? Biandford, l.i- .Is.-gl.ier, plays beautifully on the or gall! You never heard audi music ill y.-iu life. When she sits behind the r<-l curtains, and you cant see anything hut the edge of her white skirt below, I can't liclji thinking there's an angel hid then-; and when ?he conies down and take* h< r lather** arm to walk cut f church, she look* like an an M-l sure enough." VillviiouvcV vouiitm ilire bright- P" ?. Allowing (or all the livjM-rloIe oi ignorance, there with two positive things which were agreeable in themselves?music and n young maiden, llenroee (rem the sofa, threw aside his dreading gown, called for hia c?.v. and hat, and commanded the delighted hoy to direct him to the church, the nearest way. ilia guide, proud of ushering such a handsome and aristocratic lookingwtratiger, conducted him to one of the most conspicuous seats in thehroad iale, in fail view of the pulpit and the orchestra. and Villcncuru s tin*t glance w. t>wards the curtains, which were drawn so close not even a glim|*>c of white was granted to he beholder, lie smiled at his own curiosity. Very like this angel of the village I my, was a great red faced, hard-Lauded, country girl who hud been taught imperfectly to iliruin the keys of au instrument, and consequently transformed by rustic simplicity into a being of superior or ler, no matter any kind o'cicitemcut was bettor than the ennui from wltieb be had been nrroused. A low, AtfAstf .ml.1 its.* 1?*-.1- ?? b!j - ? ?W>, > < |*iviuuti nu:? UI1 IIIH fur. 'saiwiy.' thought he, 4 no vulgar linger* pre.** those key*?that is the key note of true hsrmony. lie listened, the sound welled, deejieiied, mikI rolled through tlie arch of (lie building, :tti<l sank agiin with such m nu-ltiiy cadence that iho lenrs invutuutHiily sprang iutu hie eye*. Adnittied of hi* emotion*, he leaned hi* lic.id on hi* hand, and yielded unseen to an influence, which, coining over hiin so unexColly, hud nil the force of enchniituient. note/ died away, then swelled again in solemn accompaniment with the opening hymn. The hymn closed with llio melodious vibrations of the iiotsunient. and for n few tnoinonts there was a timet profound silence 44The ls?rd is in his holy temp's; let II il.. L-...... -.1 ? I-' ? - " ?... %..? vmmii v urin.u iirimc llllli, tittered * deep *<?lenin vuic?. Villeneuve mumnI IiU b<!?l niuI gitfd upon the speaker. lie wan a man rattier |m?t tho meridian of life, but wearing nil marred the noble attribute of mmiluxid. lib brow we* unwrinkled ; hie piercing re oodiinined; and In* tell figure maje?(ic and unbowed. The tun inclined from the zenith, but tlie light, the war nth, the eplcndor reniaiti-d in nil their |?o?er, and tfie heart* of the hearer* radiated Unit light and warmth, till an intern* glow pe.vadcel the Ma*eiubly, nnd the opening word* of the preacher teemed realised. Villencuvo wm an iufi lei; lie looked upon the right* of Christianity a* theatrical machinery. nrcewmre wrlisn* In on the front dram* of life, and when the rpringw were well adjusted ami oiled, and (lie pullie* worked without coiifu?iott,an ! every appearance of art wan ker t eut-eeaafully in the back ground, Im *w willing <0 ait and I mien m lie waa n? a ine actor, lieu reciting the iuipamioued language I of the tag*. 'Tin* man i* a Ine actor,' waa liw flrat thought, h? kutiwa hit part writ It ia aafaatiwliing, however, that Ha in willing In remain in ancii a limited1 apliera?with ?uck au eye and vni?n?. .apnk Rawing language and graceful aloruton; Ha might make hia fcwtuna Hi ana city, k hi H?oomprchenait?MrtHat he m content to linger in oUcurity.' Tliua Vil l.A J.V' A.M n iSiitlf1 atriatti? a literary production was exactly suited to liis fastidiously refined taste. The language was simple, tbe sentiments sublime. The. speaker did not bring himself down to the capacities of his auditors, he lifted them to his; he elevated them, he spiritualized them, lie was deeply read in the mysteries of the human heart, and ho knew that, however ignorant it might be of the truths of science and the laws of Metephysics, it contained many a divine spilrk which only required an eliciting touch to kindli. I le looked down into the eyes upturned to hint in breathless interest and he read in them the snine yearnings after imni rtalitv, the same reverence for the Infinite Majesty of the Universe, which moved and solemnized his own soul. Ilia manner was generally calm and affectionate, yet there w ere moments when he swept the chords of human passion w ith a master's hand, and the hectic flush of his cheek told of the fire burning within. M lie is a shcolar. a metaphysician, a philosopher, and a gentleman," said Villenure to himself at the close of this disi course. " If he is an actor, he is the best | one I ever saw. lie is probably an enthusiast, who, if he had lived in ancient ; 1 ,1?v? ...1.1 I.-.? - ?. ? - ?-?? - ...j , ikkv wuim me i'mia.iiii; cru? ii ; of martyrdom. I should like to see his i daughter." The low notes of the organ, 1 again arose as if in response to his heart's I desire. This time there was an nccompn- I ninieiit of a new female voice. The con- I gr<-gation arose as the words of tlie an- i litem began. It was a kind of doxology, I the cliorus' terminating with the solemn i expression?"for ever and for ever." The t hand of the organist no longer trimble.1. i it swept over the key*,as it i lie enthusiasm > of an exalted spirit were communicated to j | every pulse and sinew. The undulating < strains rolled and r?* v or I swat ad till the ] whote house was tilled srilh the waves of < harmony. Hut high, and clear and sweet i alsiva those wares of harmony, and the mingling voices of the choir, ri?se the single female voice, uttering the burden of | the anthem "forever and forever."? ( Viiicncuvc closed his eve*. He w as opj pressed by the novelty of his sensations. 1 Where was he? In a simple village I ' church, listening to the minstrally of a . ' simple village maiden, and he had frcquen1 led the iiiagmlicent CS'.hcdrcl of Notre , I D im *, Seer, '.miliar there with the splendid ritual of the national religion, had , heard it* .sublime chanting* from the ti- , ! nest choirs in the Universe, Why did these few momentous word* so thrill thro* every nerve of his being ! That eternity which he l?c!ic\*ed was the dream of fa- , uaticUm, seemed for a moment as awful reality, as the last notes of the ptean echoed on his ear. Wh m the l?oncdiction was given, and j | the congregation was leaving tho church, . ; he watched impatiently for the foldings | | ol the re J curtain* to part, and hi* heart | palpitated when he saw a while rolied figure glide through the opening and immediately disappear. The next miii'ite he wa* seen at the entrance of the church evidently waiting the approach of her father, who, surrounded l>y hi* people, pressing on each other to catch a kindly J'reeling, always found it difficult to make lis ogre.-*. A* the thus stood against a column which supported the entrance, Viltenvuve had a most favorable oppor' tutrtv of scanning her figure, which he did with a. priclUcd and scrutinizing l i glance. lie waa accustomed to Parisian and English hcuuly, and comparing (Iracc lllaudford to the high horn and high-bred | heaulicH of the old world she certainly i lost in the comparison. She was rcrv | simply dressed, Iter eye* were downcast | and her features were in complete repose I still there was a quiet grace shout her that plea*od him? blend of perfect rcGne! nieut that was extraordinary. Mr. Itland| ford paused a lie came down the isle.? Lie bad noticed the young and interesting looking ?t anger, who listened with such devout attention to all the exorcises. lie had lietrd, for in a country tillage such things are rapidly communicated that, ' there waa a traveller, at the inn, a foreigner and an iuralid?-two claims to sym p.uhy and kindness. The palid complexion of the younir man waa a sufficient in. diuiliw ?/tlit latter, an J the air of high breeding which diatinguiahcd him wan equal to a letter of rocommondation it) hia behalf. The miitialer accosted hiiu with great benignity, and invited hiiu to accompany him home, 'You are a Granger,' raid ho 'and I understand an invalid. Perhapa yuti will And the quiet of our Itouaehold more cong-mial tliia day than tho biutle of a public dwelling.* Vilteueure liowed Ida delighted acceptance of tlm moat unexpected invitation. ! Ue grasped the proffered hand of the < minister with mora warmth than ho wan ' aware of. and fidlowad him to the duor j where Ur**e yet stood, with downcast ye*. "My m'uI Mr. RUndford, drawing her hand through hi* arm. Thi* ai iple introduction wait befitted the place ?Ihm H wae made, and *a? ackoowlcdgad hy her, with a gentle bending of the head, and a lifting o? the eyea, and tlmy walked ia rHenee from the port*!* of the church. What a ehaage had the mere uplifting of tho*c reiled Ikla made in her % f M dM' jflh ? . unsdtru accrues nu memory? " The light of lore, the purity of grace, The mind, the music breathing from her face." Then another line instantaneously succeeded? " And oh 1 that eye is in itself a soul." There was one thing which dis ippointed him. lie did not notice a single blush Hilling over her fair cheek, lie feared she was deficient insensibility. It was so natural to blush at a stranger's greeting. He did not understand the nature of her feelings, lie could not know that one so recently engaged in sublime worship of the Creator, must be lifted above fear or confusion in tl e presence of the creature. Villoneuve had seen much of the world, and understood the art of adapted* ncss, in the best sense of the word. lie could conform to the circumstances in which he might be placed, with grace and ease, and though tie was too sincere to expn-ss sentiments be did not feel, he felt justified in concealing those he did feel, when he knew their avowal would give pain or displeasure. It was a very singular way for him to pass the sabbath. The guest of a Village Pastor, breathing an atmosphere red undent, with the sweets of pielv, spirituality and holy love. The language of levity and flattery, so current in society, would l?o considered profanation here ; and conviction deeply mortifying to his vanity forced itself upon him, that all those accomplishments tor which he had been so much admired, would gain him no favor with the minister and his daughter. lie could not fore hare expressing his lurprise at the location Mr. Hrundford had L-hosen. "I would not insult you by flattery," vaid Villcneuve, ingeniously, "but I am astonished you do not seek a widcrsnhcre nf usefulness. It is impossible that the |H'op|i? hero should appreciate your talent*, or estimate the sacrifices y< u make to enlighten and exalt them." Mr.Blandtiml smiled and answered, "you think my sphere too small, while 1 tremble at the weight of responsibility I have assumed. It I have the talents which you kindly ascribe to me I lind here an ample Held for their exercise. There arc hundred;! of minds around nte that mingle their aspirations with mine, and even assist irtic in the heavenward journey. In a IxVger, more brilliant circle, I might perhaps gain n more sounding name and exercise a wider influence, hut . that influence would not be half as deep and heartfelt. I was born nnd bred in a city, and know the advantage* such a life can offer; hut I would not exchange the tranquility of this rural r? sid.?nce, the serenity of my pastoral life, the paternal influence I wield over this secluded village, and the love and reverence of its upright and pure minded inhabitants, for the splendid sinecure of the Arclibislioj>s of our motherland." Villeneuve was astonished msec a man so nobly endowed, entirely destitute of the principle of ambition. He wanted to ask him how he h id thus trampled under his feet the honor and distinction of the world. "You consider ambition a vice then!" said he. "Yon ate mi t ikon," replied Mr. B'andford, "if yon believe me destitute of atnbi lion. I am one of the most ambitious men in the World. But I aspire after honors that can resist 'lie mutations of time, and partake of the impcrishub'lity of their Great Bestower." There was a silence of moment*, during which Mr. Hlamlford looked upward Alv.l I 111* rkf f I.-? / -.? ..... . . vr ?'i i-? ?IIVO luiiuncu IICT HiL11 ~ | or'* with kinding ray. "11 ul your daughter," continual Ville- ' neuve, "can she find contentment in a 1 situation for which nature an<l education have so evidently unfitted her!" "Let Grace answer for herself," said Nir. Iliandfonl, mildly ; "I have consulted her happinese ma well as my own, in the choice I have inade." Villeiieuve was delighted to a bright blush suffuse the modest cheek of Grace ?but it was the blush of feeling, not of1 shame. 1, love tho country rather than the town," said she, "for I prefer nature to ; art, uioditalion to notion, and the works ' of G?sl to the words of man: and in the constant companionship of my father I find more than contentment?I find hap* pines*, joy." Villencxtve sighed?he felt the iadation of hie own dostiuy. The last of the family a traveller in a strangeland, in pursuit: ..ri_.ni. -I.: l L-J i ? * 1 vr, uswtu, wmvn uwi ueen sacnnccil in the too M^rr pursuit of this world, without one hot?e to link him to another. Affluent and uncontrolled, jet sated and desponding, he envied the uncorniptcd teste of the minister's daughter. lie would have bartered all hie wealth for the enthusiasm that warmed the heart of her father. That night he was awakened by a singular dream. lie thought he wae in the horror of thick darknees. It teemed that be wae in the midst of inRnilj, and jet chained to one dark spot, an immovable speck in the boundless ocean of spaoe, "Must I remain here forever!** he cried in agony, such as is onl/ known n dreams, when the spirit's nerves are all unsheathed, "Forever and ever," answered a sweet seraphic, high nWe I hi head, and looking up lie beheld Orace, reclining on silver bosomed clouds, so distant she appeared like a star in the heavena, yet every lineament perfectly defined friu'fe** ? ^ * J Z4" exclaimed he, endenvering to stretch out lii? anus towards the luminous point.? "Forever and ever," responded the same heavenly accents, mournfully echoing till they died away, and the vision fled. lie was. not superstitious, hut he did not like the impression of his dream. lie rose fe- ( verish and unrefreahed, and felt himself unable to contiuue his journey. Mr. ! Blnndford came to see him. lie was ! deeply interested in the young stranger, ' and experienced the pleasure which every | sensitive and intellectual being feels in ' meeting with kindred sensibility, and intellect. The intimacy thus commenced, continued to increase, and week after week passed away, and Vilieneuve still lingered near the minister and his daughter His health was invigorated, his spirits excited by the novel yet powerful influences that surrounded him. It was impossible, in the course of this ranidlv deeooiiitnr inti. i * ? r ^ macy tlirtt tho real sentiments uf Villeneuve should remain concealed, for hypocrisy formed no part of his character. Mr. Hlandford, relying on tho reverence and affection of Villuneuve, felt for him, l?clieved it would l>e an easy task to interest him in the truths of religion. And it was an easy task to interest him, particularly when tho father's arguments were backed by the laughter's persuasive eloquence; but it was a most difficult one toconvincc. The prejudices of education, lite power of habit, tho influence of a worldly life, pretionted an apparent impenetrable shield to the arrows of Divine truth. "1 respect, I revere the principles of! your re'igion," Villeneuve was accustomed to snv, at the close of their long and interesting conversations, " I would willingly endure the pangs of death ; yea, the agonies of martyrdom, for the possess on of a faith like yours. Ilut it is a gift denied to me. I cannot force my liclief, nor ; givs a eolil a?<pnt witli my lip* 10 ? l>?i I my reason and my conscience l?etie." Mr. Hlandtord ceased not Ids efforts, notwiihstauding tlie uncx|>ccted resistance he encountered, but Grace gradually retirtd from the conflict, anl Villeneuve found to his sorrow and mortification that she no longer appeared to rej'ice in his society. There was a reserve in her manners which would have acquired his resentment, had not the sadness of countenance touched his heart. Sometimes when he met her eye, it had an earnest, reproachful, pitying expression that thrilled him to tho soul. Oire evening he came to the parsonage at a later hour than usual. lie was agitated and pale. "I have received letters of importance," said he, "I must leave you immediately. I di I not know that all my happiness was centered in the intercourse I have been holding with your family, till this summons came." 44 Mr. Hlandford," continued Villeneuve; "1 love your daughter. 1 cannot live without her?I cannot depart without an assurance of her love and your approba- 1 lion." Mr. Htandfold was too much agitated to reply?tho blood rushed to bis temples, then retreating as suddenly, left his brow and cheek as colorless ns a marble. "I should have foreseen this," at length he said. "It would have spared us all much misery." .?\ir? v:u ? : *? . ICjMlO! I IIICIIVIITU, III il nuinling tone. "Ye*," replied Mr. IllitD'lfurJ, "I have been greatly to blame ?1 have suffered my feeling* to triumph over my j'tdgemcnt. Vtllenenve, I have never met a young man tl.a* lew w?m upon my affections ;w you have done. The ingenuousness, ardor, aid generosity of your Character, impelled nie to lovo you. 1 still love you, hut I pity you still inore.? I can never trust uiy daughter's happi new in your hands. There is a gulf bo tweeu you?a wall of separation?high as the heavens, and deeper than tho found a ;ion of the earth.'* lie paused and bowed his face upon his hands. The possibility that his daughter's happiness might be no longer in his own keeping, completely overpowered him. Villeueuve listened in astonishment and dismay, lie, in all the pride of affluence anil rank, (lor iiohic blood ran in lineal streams through his veins,) to be rejected by an obscure village pastor, froin mere religious scruples. It was incredible? one moment his eye Hashed haughtily on the bending figure before him ; the next it wavered, in the apprehension that Grace might yield to her father's decision, and seal their final separation. " Mr. llUndforil," cried he, passionate' If, I can take my rejection only from your daughter?I have never sought her lore unsanctioned hy your Approbation ? I have scorned the guise of a hypocrite, ami I hare a right to claim thia from you. You way destroy my happiness?it is in | your power?hut treinblo lest you sacrifice a daughter's peace. . Mr. Bland ford recovered his self-com| inand, as the passions of the young man burst their hound*. lie summoned Grace I into his presence. * ! yield to your impetuous desire."' said he, "bat 1 would to ! Heaven you had spared mo such a scene like this. Painful as it is, I must remain to be a witness to it." lie took bis daughter's hand aa aha entersd, and drew her towards him. He watched her countenance while the first rows of lore fo which alio ever listened I i.hu ucr car wuu an eloquence and fervor which seemed irresistible, by ?i most handsome and engaging forson, and he trembled as he gazed.? lor check kindled, her eye lighted np with rapture, her heart panted with excessive emotion. She leaned on her father's arm, unable to speak, but looked up into his face with an expression that spoke volumes. "You love him, then, Grace," said he, mournfully. "Oh, my God ! forgive me the blindness, the madness of which I have been guilty." Grace started, as if awakened from a dream. Iler father's words recalled her to herself?one brief moment of ecstacv hud been Iter's?to be followed she knew, by hours of darkness and sorrow. The warm glow faded from her check, and throwing her arms around her father's neck, she wept unrestrained. "She loves me," exclaimed Villeneuve; "you yourseU, witness her emotions?you will not separate us?you will not sutler a cruel fanaticism to destroy ns both ?" "Grace," said Mr. Blnndford, in a firm voice, "look up. Let not the feelings of a moment, but the principles of a life, decide. Will you hazard, for the enjoyment of a few fleeting years, the unutterable interests of eternity ? Will you forsake the Master he abjures for the bosom of a stranger? In one word, my daughter, will you wed an Infidel ?" "Grace lifted her head and clasping her hands together, looked fervently upward. "Thou art answered," cried Mr. Blandford, with a tepelling motion towards Vil lenctive. '"The Ou<l she invoke* will give her strength to resist temptation. (Jo, then, most unhappy, yet beloved young inan?you have chosen your destiny, and w.? have chosen ours. You live for time, v > c, for eternity. A9 I said before, there is n deep gulf between us. Seek not to <Uup( i?or <lo?ru into tlto iiKvm, inlA ivIncVi you would madly plunge. My soul hath wrestled with yours,and you have resisted, though I fought with weapons drawn from heaven's own armory?Farewell, our prayers and our tears will follow you. lie extended his hand to grasp Villencuve's for the last time, but Villencuve. will, every passion excited beyond control, rejected the motion; and snatching the hand of Grace, which hung powerless over her father's shoulder, drew her im peluously tow irds him. ' She loves me," exclaimed ho, "and I will never resign her; I swear it by the inexorable I'ower you so blindly worship, l'erish the religion that would crush the dearest and holiest feelings of the human heart ! l'erish the faith that exults in the sacrifice of nature and of love!" With one powerful arm, Mr. Hlandford separated his daughter from tho embrace of her lovor and holding him back with the other, commanded him to depart. 11a was agitated; the veins of his temples started out like c??rds, and his eyes (lashed with imprisoned fires. Villencuve writhed for a moment in his unrclaxing grasp, then reeling backward sunk back upon a r.da. He turned deadly pale, and held his handkerchief to his face. "Oh, father! you have killed him !" bricked Grace, springing to his side ; he faints?he bleeds?he dies!" Kven while Grace was speaking, the white hankerrhief was crimsoned with blood, the eyes of the young man closed, and he tell back insensible. "Just Heaven, spare me for this curse !" criod Mr. Hlandford. "GreatGod! I have killed them both!" They did indeed look like two murdered victims, for the hlo?>d which ooz?*d fr?>in the young man's lip?, not only dyed his own handkerchief and neckcloth, but r?*ddened the white dress of Grace and stiffened on her fair locks, as her head drooped unconsciously on his breast. All was horror and confusion in the household. The physician was immediately summoned, who declared that a blood vessel was ruptured, and that the life of the young man was in the most imminent danger. Grace was bnruo to her own apartment and consigned to the care of some kind neighbor*, hut Mr. Blundford remainod the whole night hy Villoneuve's side, holding his hand in his, with his eyes fixed on his pallid countenance, trembling, lest every fluttering breath should lie his last. About daybreak he opened his eyes, and seeing who was watching so tenderly over him, pressed his hands and attempted to speak, but the doctor commanded j?erfcet silence, assuring him that the slightest exertion would be at the hazzar I of his life, Kor two or throe days lie hovered on tho brink of the grave, during which titne Mr. lllandford scarcely left kU .M. ? <1 " ? ?mr, him <ithob nngsrm near the threshold of the door, pale And sleepless, the immngc of despair. One night, when lie seemed to l>o in a deep sleep, Mr. Uiandford knelt by hit couch, and in a low voice breathed out hie soul in prayer. Uis vigil had tieen one long prayer, hut he felt that he must find vent in language for the depth and strength of his emotions, lie prayed in agony ?>r the life of the young man ; for his sours life, llo pleaded, he supplicated | till, language failing, sighs Mid tears alone bore witness to the strivinganf his spirit. "Yet, not mv will, oh I (ejaculated he, "hut Thine be done." W&' "Amen r* uttered a faint voice. Tl?? minister starh-d us if ho had heard a volci from the dead. It was Villen*uT? wl?o serf spoKe, and whose eyes, fixed upon him, had a most intense and thrilling expression. "Your prayer is heard," continued he, "I feel that God is merciful. A ray of Divine light illumes my parting hour. Ivet me sec Grace before I die, that our souls may mingle once more on earth, in earnest of their union hereafter." The minister led his daughter to the couch of Villeneuve. He joined her hand in his. "My daughter," cried he, "rejoice; I asked him for fife. God giveth unto him long life; yes, life for reverence." Grace bowed her head on the pale hand that clasped her own, and even in that awful moment a torrent of joy gushed into her soul. It was a foretaste of eternal wedlock, and death seemed indeed swallowed up in victory. Mr. Blandford knelt by his kneeling daughter, and many a time during that night they thought tliey saw the spirit of Vileneuve about to take its upward flight; but lie sunk at length into a gentle slumber, and when the doctor again saw him he perceived a favorable change in his pulse, and told Mr. Hlandford there was a fait-t hope of his recovery. " With nerfeet nniet nn<l tier nursing," said lie, looking meaning at ly Grace, ''lie may yet possibly bo saved." Tlio predictions of the excellent physician were indeed fulfilled, for in less than three weeks, Yilleneuve, still weak and languid, was able to take his seat in the family circle. Mr. Ulandford saw with joy that the faith which he had embraced in what he believed his dying hour was not abandoned with returning health. He had always relied on the rectitude of his principles, ami now, when religion strengthened and sanctified them, lie felt it his duty to sanction his union with his daughter. The business which had summon?Hl him so unexpectedly to his native country still remained unsettled, and as the physician prescribed a milder climate, he resolved to try the genial air of France. It was no light sacrifice for Mr. It landlord to give up his daughter, the sole treasury of his affections, and doom himself to a solitary home; but he did it without murmuring, since he hoped the blessing Heaven would hallow the nuptials. Villeneuve promised to return the ensuing year, and restore Grace again to her beloved personage. The Sunday before their departure, Graco accompanied her father and husband to the village church. Villeneuve saw the boy who had guided him there the first time, standing at the porlal. He returned hit respectful salutation with a warm gra?p of the hand. " He led me to the gate of Heaven," thought he; "ho shall not go unrewarded " "She will Ikj too proud to play on the organ any more," said the boy to himself, " now that she hai married a great man and a foreigner," but Grace ascended the -tcps as usual and drew the red curtains closely around her.? What the feelings of the musiciam were, within that sacred sanctury, as she pressed the keys, probably for the last time, c>uld only be judged from a trembling touch; but at the close of the services when the same sublime anthem, with the burden "for ever and ever," was sung by the choir, Villoneve recognize*! the same clear, adoring accents which first fell so thriliingly on his oar. lie remembered in his dream. It no longer filled hiin with superstitious horror. It was caused by the workings of his dark and troubled mind. Now every thought flowed in a new channel ; he seemed to be a new being to himself. "Ar# wo indeed united 1" said he, while his soul hung on the echoes of that sweet strain, "and shall we l?c united forever?" "Forever and ever," returned the voice of the worshipper; and the whole choir joined in, in a full bust of harmony reI peated again and again, 44 for ever and ever." QralUtule of Hmp-rrnr Nicholan.?The of. cfior whom Prince Menschikofl' sent from Odessa to St Petersburg with the despatch es announcing the victory at Sinnpe, spared no exertion to accomplish his jonrney witli unusual speed, and on arriving at the capital wa?< according to Russian custom, imincdi. atvly ushered into the Emperor's presence to whom ho delivered his despatches, saying. U1 bring your Majesty intelligence ol the successful issue of a considerable no tion." On which the Emperor, much gratifled, took hiin w ith him into his cabinet, and seated himself to puruse their contents. When he had finished, and addressed himself to the welcome couriei to express his delight at the tidings, he ; found that the officer, worn out with fatigue, had fallen asleep, nor was he to be aroused by any ordinary means. With that quick appreciation of human nature peculiar to the Czar, he called out ronghlv, 44 Your horse* are rendv:" and the zealous courier at oner started up to his supposed duty. 'Die Kmperor tlu-n inquired ?f liim w li.it rank he had1. -'Kapitan.'* "Well, then, (to an adjutant in attendance,) bring me a pair of epaulettes: I p'omote you on the spot to b< Podpolkoutnick, (liuutonnqt colonel.) Kiltbrace monnd whon the Mton shed office had availed himself of this rare distinction tho Cjtnr kissed him on the check- 8lnc? then no ruthless razor has been allowed t< profane the cheek hallowed by the Kmper ore lips.?Vie** correspond* ce Londoi Time*. * J irk lM said a pious cool dealer, "whw kind of a morning kkf "Very cold ? sir, *o y." "In tho kennel froze f "Yes 1 eir, hard* "Raise the coal a dollar a ton ' Odd help the poor!" ta ? Churches in Paris. A corresponent of the Express lias the following remarks on things met with at Paris :?"In going to the Cbnrehes in Paris, one is struck first by the paintings and ornaments, <# course so superior to , ^ those in some other countries, but next by the system of incessant begging of alms to defray the expenses of the Cnurch, which, as practice*!, seems most ludicrous to those accustomed to going on the Sab bath day to Churches, for the nurj?ose of worship. You go to a magnificent building, the Madeleine, for instance, enter with a crowd, take a chair wherever you please, (at any hour almost on Sunday,) you see priest* moving and chatting, die. near the alter; you hear sp'endcd music which begins to make you feel solemn, perhaps, when a ring ng sound on the paved floor of the church causes you to start, and here stalks towards you, ar> imposing individuals in black clothes, adorned wit h g dd lace shorts, silk stockings, and a high chapeau, with feathers on lii? head, and a silver staff in his hand which, struck on the floor, as he walks, makes a sound which must attract attention. Behind him trins a slini-t dressed in a white 'petticoat, ami black short cloak, with a funny hood to it, who rattles a bag in his hand, and hands it to you, for money. The magnificent functionary who is termed a " wiss" or a "lJedvau" as it may chance, for there are two of each to every church, says at every step, "|K>ur l'eglise," "pour Ics pauvrcs** in a loud voice. Well, thoy pass on. ami then comes a sharp little man who looka as if he had the eyes of Argus, and was born somewhere down East, who holds out lr's hand, and you pi t two or three sous in it, to pay for your seat, and although the people arc constantly changing coming, without any regard to tho ceremonies of tho service or mass, none escape him, without having paid for their seats, 1 atn sure. Kv the tune you have composed yourself again to listen nnd observe what is going on, another dazzling "Bedeau," and another comical looking monk come along, and you soon learn to shake your head at them, instead of put* tingyour hand iy your pocket for sous as often as they sjppcnr." OvsTF.u Life.?An imaginative naturalist has pictured the life of an oyster as one of the happiest of distinies. lie has descri. bed him as carefully lodged in a dwelling of pearl, fed with the rich produce of the swelling tides, growing delicately corpulent with luxuries which he recieves by mere trouble of opening his mouth, soothed to slumber by the gentle ripple of the waves that roll above and around him, and cheered amid the intervals of his almost continuous dreams by the consideration that his death even is to bo glorious as that of the white bull sacrified to Jove, or the tender virgin who saved her country by her passage down the throat of the Minotaur. Faint ideas of discomfort arc suggested by such traditions as those of the "Oyster crossed in love;'* but on the whole, the lot of the oyster is a glorious one. He swims in a sensuous paradise until the crash of the oyster knife comes thundering in to put an end to life; and then he lies white, succulent and resigned, ready to be otlered an unresisting sacrifice to the gastronomic sensibilities of some refined palate. mi t>*- i i * - - - iae rnnosopny or Advertising1. It wold be worth any ones while who desir. a to study the philosoyhy ofadvetiaing to watch the course of three or four yea'* in the business ot two tr.ulesinen who started with equally fair prospects, one of whom advertised, while the other did not advertise at all. 'l he chances are ten to one that while, the latter was struggling, but little if any more advanced than when he started, the former would have made himself a name and he rappidly progressing to the head of his profession. "The philosophy of advertising, 1 Yes, verily there is a philosophy inadvertisingvsnd it is demonstntcd, most forcible act forth in thousands of fortunes it has made; in 1 the success which it has brought to the cf? ' forts of enterprising, thinking, calculating, business men. Every man who begins bust. ' ncss, no matter in what department?adver1 tiscs the same, in some, way or other. Some ndvetine more judiciously than others Some are content to advertise the people that they do particular kinds of work, or ' have certain kinds of goods, war. n and merchandise to dispose of at certain places, simply by keeping open doors,nnd displaying the commodities within, or tools of trade ' as the case may be In these eases, the puht ' lie are notified only when tehy happen to puss along this way. It in a remarkable fact that such men never do n^hoavy, or brisk, active, stirring businesii and are slow in getting customers. There are others who understand this great secret of success, | better?who philosophise better than this, , and who send little moAs-agcs?through a vnrietv of ulinnnls iit th.iir f'rti'nds- nil ov?.r the country inviting a call?the invititon in * accepted, too, apd the term u fatnem" it a term which applies to the buaioeaa of these r practical, advertising 'philosophers." How 1 important to buoineas men, to learn thin 9 "philosophy," and yet many of them won't ' ?pcrfo flog to drive a lean bua'ncaa. 1 A Lawyer on hie death bed willed the whole property to the Lunatic Asylum, any. ing he desired it should go to rhe'aame ab*M t of poreoaea hn took It from. , If Ivory UtoiwS brittle l?jr age, it will , recover its original quality by being boil od in a notation of pare gUjc. V jpflr m ^