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A Family Companion, ]Devoted to Literature, Miscellany, News, Agriculture, Markets, &c Vol. XI. WEDNESDAY MORNING, MARCH 31, 1875. No. 13. THE HERALD IS PUBLISHED EMEY WEDNESMDAY YORNNG2 it xmwberry C. It.9 BY NIO&. F. GPINEKRt Edfitor and Proprietor. Ternms,4$2.50 Per afnnultai Invv,riably in Advance. OD? The per is stopped at the expiration Of time for wicl it is paid. njp The >4 mark denotes expiration Of sub seription. -7r~ OUR LITTLE HFATTIE. Oar little Hattie Is learning to go, To sleep by herself With the light barnin.g low. Our little 11sttie Is learning to rise, The moment the sun Shows its face in the skies. our little Hattie Is learning to Put, Each stocking and sAmo On its own little foot. Our litte Hattie Is learning to sew, ThougO her stitches are not In a very straigbt row. Our little Hattie Is learning to read, Though pronouncing her words Not according to creed. Our little Hattie Is learning to write, But ber letters as yet Are a comical Sight. Oar little Hattie Is. earain2g to sit, In Church witb ber Mamma A demure little chit. *Our l ittle Hattie I=eaning to say, "Our Father in Heaven," In her sweet, lisping way. Our little Hattie Is leArning to raise, THE SWEEP'S STORY, -0 " Svi-thee-eep ! Svi-thee-eep 1 Don't sound much like sweep? No it don't; but then one has to hav< one's regular cry, as folks may kno,% us by. Why, listen to any of them in the morning about the street, and who'd think it was creases aE this one was a-hollering, or Yar. mouth bloaters that one; or that "Yow-hoo !" meant new milk'? It ain't what we say-it's the sound of our voices. Don't the servant gals as hears us of a morning know what it means well enough when the bell rings, and them sleepy abed? Oh, no, not at all. But there's no mussy for 'em, and we jangles away at the bell, and hollers a good 'un till they lets us in ; for, you see, it comes nat'ral when you're obliged to be up yourself and out in the cold, to not like other folks to be muggling it in bed. But, then, it's one's work, you know, and I dunno whether it was that or the sutt as give me this here hoarse voice, which nothing clears now-most likely it was the sutt. How times are altered, though, since I was a boy! That there climbing-boy act o' Parlyment made a reg'lar revolution in our business, and now here we goes with this here bundle o' canes, with a round brush at the end, like a great, long, screw fishing-rod, you know, all in jynts, and made of the best Malacky cane, so as to go into all the ins and outs, and bend about anywhere, till it's right above the pot, and bending and swinging down. But they're poor things, bless you, and don't sweep a chimbley half like a boy used. You never heers the rat tle of a brush at the top of a chim bly pot now, and the boy giving his " Hillo-halo-hullo--o-o-o ! " to show as he'd not been shamming and skulking half-way up the flue. Why, that was one of the cheery sounds as you used to hear early in the mornin', when you was tucked up warm in bed; for there was al ways somebody's chimbley a-being swept. Puts mein mind again of when I was a' little bit of a fellow, and at home with mother, as I can recol lect with a ice, pleasant face, and a widder's cap round it. Hard push ed, poor thing, when she took me to Joe Barkby, the chimney-sweep, as said he'd teach me the trade if shs liked. And there was I, shiver ing alongside of her one morning, when she was obliged to take me to Joe; and we got there to find him sitting over his breifass, and he arst mother to have some. But her heart was too full, poor thing, and she wouldn't, and was going away, and Joe sent me to the door to let her out ; and that's one of the things as I shall never forget no, not if I lives to be a hundred my poor mother's sad, weary face, and the longing look she gave me when we'd said "Good bye," and I was going to shut the door after her-such a sad, looking look, as if she could have caught me up and run off with me. I saw it as she stod on the step, and me with the door in my hand-that there green door, with a bright brass knocker, and brass plate with "Barkby, Chim ney-sweep," on it. There was tears in her eyes, too; and I felt so miser able myself I didn't know what to do as I stood watching her; and she came and give me one more liss, saying, "God bless you !" and then I shut the door a little more and a little more, till I could see the same sad look through quite a little crack; and then it was close shut, and I was wiping my eyes with my knuckles. Ah! I have often thought since as I shut the door a deal too soon but I was too young to know all as that poor thing must have suffered. Barkby warnt a bad sort; but then, what can you expect from a sweep i He didn't behave so very bad to un little chumamies; but there it was up at four, and trapes througi: the cold, dard streets, hot o2 cold, wet or dry ; and then stand shivering till you could wake up the servants-an hour, perhaps, some times. Then in you went to th< cold, miserable house, with the car pets all up, or p'raps you had tc wait no one knows how long whik the gal was yawning, and knick knick-knickingwith a flint and steel over a tinder-box, and then blowing the spark till you could get a brim stone match alight Then therE was the forks to get for us to stici the black cloth in front of the fire place, and then there was one's brush, and the black cap to pul down over one's face, pass unde: the cloth, and begin, swarming ul the chimney all in the dark. It was very trying to a little bi of a chap of ten years old, yoi kna, qnnit freh in the .iob- ani though Bark-by gave me lots of en couragement, without be:ng too chuff, it seemed awful as soon as I got hold of the bars, which was quite warm then, and begun feeling my way, hot, and smothery, and sneezy in my cap, till I got my head such a pelt against some of the brickwork that I began to cry; for this was the first high chimbley as I'd been put to. But I chokes it down, as I stood there with my little bare feet all amongst the cM ders, and then began to climb. Every now and then Barkby shoves his head under the cloth, and "Go ahead, boy," he'd say; and I kep on going ahead as fast as I could, for I was afeared on him, though he never spoke very gruff to me ; but I had heard him. go and cuss awful, and I didn't want to put him out. So there was I, poor lit tle chap-I'm sorry for myself even now, you know-swarming up a little bit at a time, crying away quietly, and rubbing the skin off my poor knees and elbows, while the place felt that hot and stuffy I could hardly breathe, cramped up as I was. Now, you wouldn't think as any one could see in the dark, with their eyes close shut, and a thick cap over their face, pulled right down to keep the sutt from gettmg up their nose-you wouldn't think any one could see anything there; but I could, quite plain; and what do you think it was ? Why, my mother's face, looking at me so sad, and sweet, and smiling, through her tears, that it made me give quite a choking sob every now and then, for I was new at climbing, and this was a long chimbley, from the housekeeper's room of a great house, right from underground, to the top. Sometimes Id stop and have a cry, for I'd feel beat out, and the face as had cheered me on was gone; but then I'd hear Barkby's choky voice come muttering up the floo, same as I've shouted to lots o' boys in my time, "Go ahead, boy!" and I'd go ahead again, though at last I was sobbing and choking as hard as I could, for I kep on thinking as I should never get to the top, and be stuck there always in the chimbley, never to come out; no more. "I won't be a sweep, I won't be a sweep," I says, sobbing and cry ing ; and all the time making up my mind as I'd run away first chance, and go home again ; and then, after a good long struggle, I was in the pot, with my head out, then my arms out, and the cap off for the cool wind to blow in my face. And, ah! how cool and pleasant that fi.rst puff of wind was, and how, the fear and horror seemed to go away as I climbed out, and stood looking about me; till all at once I started, for there came up out of the pot, buzzing like Barkby's voice, as he calls out-"Go ahead, boy !" So then I set to rattling away with my brush-handle, to show as I was out, and then climbs down on to the roof, and begins looking about me. It was just getting day. light, so that I could see my way about ; and all seemed so fresh and strange that, with my brush in my hand, I begins to wander over the roofs, climbing up the slates and sliding down t'other side, which was good fun, and bore doing two or three times over. Then I got to a parapet, and leaned looking over into the street, and thinking of what a way it would be to tumble; but so far off being afraid, I got on to the stone coping, and walked along ever so far, till I came to an attic win dow, where I could peep in and see a man lying asleep, with his mouth half open; then I climbed up an other slope and had another slide down, and then another, and an other, till I forgot all about my sore knees; and at last sat astride of the highest part, looking about me at the view I had of the tops of houses as far as I could see, for it was getting quite light now. All at once I turned all of a horri ble fright, for I reckelected about Barkby, and felt almost if he'd got hold of me, and was thrashing me for being so long. I ran to the first chimbley-stack, but that wasn't -right; for I knew as the one I came up was atop of a slate sloping roof. Then I ran to another, thinking I should know the one I came out of by the sutt upon it. But they'd all got sutt upon 'em-every chimbley pot I looked at ; and so I hunted about one to another till I got all in a muddle, and didn't know where I was, nor which pot I'd got out of. Last of all, shaking and trembling, I I makes sure as I'd got the right one, and climbing up, I managed, after nearly tumbling off, to get my legs in, when putting down my cap, Slet myself down a bit at a time, when leaving go, I slipped with a I ienilr rash goodness knows how far, till I came to a bend in the chimbley, where I stopped short -scraped, and bruised, and tremb ling, while I felt that confused I couldn't move. After a bit I came round a little, and, whimpering and crying to my self, I began to feel my way about a bit with my toes, and then got along a little way straight like, when the chimbley took another bend down, and stiffly and slowly I let myself down a little and a little till my feet touched cold iron, and I could get no further. But after thinking a bit, I made out where I was, and that was, standing on the register of a fire-place ; so I begins to lift it up with my toes as well as I could, when crash it went down again, and, there came such a squealing and screeching as made me begin climbing up again as fast as I could till I reached the bend, where I stopped and had another cry, I felt so miserable; and then I shrunk up and shivered, for there came a roar and a rattle that echoed up the chimbley, while the sutt came falling down in a way that nearly smothered me. Now, I knew enough to tell my self that the people, being frighten ed, had fired a gun up the chimbley, while the turn round as it took had saved me from being hurt. So I sat squatted up quite still, and then heard some one shout out, "Hallo 1" two or three times, and then, "Puss, puss, puss!" "Al, that's it, is it?" I thinks; %nd being a bit of a mimic, I sings out softly, '.'Miau, mi-yow," when I could hear voices whisper [ng a bit, and then the register was banged down, as I supposed by the noise. Only fancy sitting in a bend of the chimbley, shivering with fear and half smothered with heat and sutt, while your breath comes heavy and thick from the cap over your face! Not nice, it ain't; and more than once I've felt a bit sorry for the poor boys as I've sent up chim bleys in my time. But there I was, and I soon began scrambling up again, and worked hard, for the i'hmbley was wider than the other one. Last of all, I got to the pot, and on the stack, and then again I had a good cry. Now, when I'd rubbed my byes again, I had another look round, and felt as if I was at the wrong pot; so I scrambled down, slipped over the slates, and got to a stack in front, when I felt sure I was right, for there was black finger marks on the red pot; so I got up, slipped my legs in, and taking care this time that I didn't fall, began to lower myself down slowly, though I was all of a twitter to know what Barkby would do to me for being so long. Now I'd slip a little bit, being so sore and rubbed I could hardly stop myself ; and then i'd manage to let myself down gently ; but all at once the chimbley seem ed to open so wide, being an old one, I suppose, that I couldn't reach very well with my back and elbows pressed out; so, feeling myself slipping again, I tried to stick my nails in the bricks, at the same time drawing my knees 'most up to my chin, when down I went perhaps a dozen feet, and then, when there was a bit of a curve, I stuck reg' lar wedged in all of a heap, nose and chin together, knees up against the bricks on one side and my back against the other, and me not able to move. For a bit I was frightened that I never tried to stir ; but last of all the horrid fix I was in came upon me like a clap, and there I was half choked, dripping with perspiration, and shuddering in every limb, wedged in where all was as dark as Egypt. After a bit I managed .to drag off my cap, thinking that I could then see the daylight through the pot. But no-the chimbley curved about too much, and all was dark as ever; while what puzzled me was, that I couldn't breathe any easier now the cap was off, for it seemed hot, and close, and stifly, though 1 thought that was through me being so fright. ened, for I never fancied now but what I was in the right chimbley,and wondered that Barkby didn't shout at me. But all at once there came a terrible creeping fear all over me -a feeling that I've never forgotten, nor never shall as long as I'm a sweep. It was as if the blood in my body had run out and left me weak, and helpless, and faint, for down below I could heer a heavy beat-beat-beat noise, that I knew well enough, and up under me came a rush of hot smoke that nearly suf focated me right off ; when I gave such a horrid shriek of fear as I've never forgot neither, for the sound of it frightened me worse. It didn't sound like my voice at all, as I kept on shrieking, and groaning, and crying for help, too frightened to move, though I've often thought since as a little twisting on my part would have set me loose, to try and climb up again. But, bless you, no; I could do nothing but shout and cry for help, with the noise I made sounding hollow and stifly, and the heat and smoke com ing up so fast as to ne.arly choke me over and over again. I knew fast enough now that I had come down a chimbley where there had been a clear fire, and now some one had put'lumps of coal on, and had been breaking them up; and in the fright I was I could do nothing else but shout away until my voice got weak and wiry, and I could do nothing but cough.and wheeze for breath. But I hadn't been crying for no thing, though; for soon I heard some one sLiout up the chimbley, and then came a deal of poking and noise, and the smoke and heat came curling up by me worse than ever, so that I thought it was all over with me. but at the same time a whole lot of hot, bad-smelling steam; and then some one knocked at the bricks close by my head, and I heard a buzzing sound, when I gave a hoarse sort of cry, and then felt stupid and half asleep. By-and-bye there was a terrible knocking and hammering close be side me, getting louder and louder every moment; and yet it didn't seem to matter to me, for I hardly knew what was going on, though the voices came nearer and the noise plainer; and at last I've a bit of recollection of hearing some one say, "Fetch brandy," and I won dered whether they meant Barkby, while I could feel the fresh air coming upon me. Then I seemed to waken up a bit, and see the day light through a big hole, while there was ever so much broken bricks and mortar between me and the light; and the next thing I re collect is lying upon a mattress, with a fine gentleman leaning over me, and holding my hand in his. "Don't," I says, in a whisper; "it's all sutty." When I see him smile, and he asked me how I was. "Oh, there ain't no bones broke," I says; "only Barkby, him as some on you called 'Brandy,' 'll half kill me." "What for?" says another gentle man. "Why, coming down the wrong chimbley," I says; and then, warm ing up a bit with my wrongs, "but 'twarn't my fault," I says. "Who could tell t'other from which, when there warn't no numbers nor no think on' 'em, and they was all alike, so as you didn't know which to come down, and him aswearing acause you was so long ? Where is he ?" I says in a whisper. One looked at t'other, and there was six or seven people about me; for I was lying on the mattress put on the floor close aside a great hole in the wall, and a heap o' bricks and mortar. "Who ?" says the first gent, who was a doctor. "Why, Barkby," I says, "my guy' nor, as sent ane up number seven's chimbley." "Oh, he's not here," says some one. "This ain't number seven, this is number ten. Send to seven,'' he says. Then they began talking a bit, and I heard something said about "poor boy," and "fearful groans," and "horrid position," and they thought I didn't hear 'em; for I'd got my eyes shut, meaning to sham Abram when Barkby came, for fear he should hurt me. But I needn't have shammed, for I couldn't neither stand nor sit up for a week arter ; and 1 believe, arter all, it's that has had something to do with me being so husky-voiced. Old Barkby never hit me a stroke; and I believe, arter all, he was sorry for me. But a sweep's is a queer life even now, though afore the act was passed some poor boys was used cruel, and more. than one's got stuck in a flue, to be got out dead. A KNOWING DoG.-There was a panic in a Paris street over the conduct of a magnificent retriever in fr'ont of the window of a dealer in picture frames. He jumped, yelled, barked, tried to throw him self through the glass ; and he was mad, of course. They were about to kill him, but a philoso pher interfered. It seemed to him that all those eccentricities of the dog had relation to a por trait in the window. So it proved. All this was joy at sight of the portrait of a lady. That lady lived in Marseilles, and the dog had been stolen from her many months before. Strange - chance to find his way home by the picture placed there casually to exhibit the frame [From the Baltimore Herald.] BLOOM AND BLIGHT; WIT SALUTATORY ADDRESS. AN INAUGURAL THESIS SUBMITTED TO T: FACULTY OF THE BALTIMORE FEMA COLLEGE FOR THE DEGREE OF MISTRE OF ENGLISH LITERATURE. By MAmEE. Dozmn, of Georgetow South Carolina. The amber and gold of suns have faded, the gray twilight hi deepened into darkness, and whi night, with starry coronet, is moun ing to her throne, we are gather< in this festive hall to celebrate a other anniversary of our Alma M ter, the Twenty-first Annual Coi mencement of the Baltimore Fema College. As the representative the- class of graduates I come welcome the audience to our literai festival. What a spectacle is presented our view! Here are gathered b fore us youth with its beauty aI joyousness; manhood with its hig aspirations and hopes of the fatar and age with its experience and & ber views of life; the profession man from his office; the schol from his studio; the man of scien from his retort and crucible; tl founders of our institution, i friends, and patrons-its profe sors, teachers and pupils-all tes fying by their smiling looks a gen rous interest in our welfare. With overflowing hearts we gre you, and hope that in the exerci of the passing hour you may fin entertainment and gratification. We welcome the honorable Boa of Trustees of the College, und whose guardianship the mental ai moral interests of woman have be protected and promoted. May y( ever enjoy in your hearts the cc scious reward of your generous : bors in behalf of woman. Agai we bid you welcome. To you, our much esteemed Pre dent, we most affectionately extei our welcome ; you who have guid ais during the short years of o school-life with paternal tendernei and kind instructions. We thal you for all your generous labors our behalf, and pray that when yo earthly career is over, you may e ter into the joys of the faithful. Our bel ovyed Professors ai teachers, who have labored so eat estly and faithfully to imbue o minds with knowledge and for our hearts by correct precepts all that is noble, pure and true-i thank you to-night for all yo generous efforts in our behalf, ai we tender you a cordial welcome. With kind words of cheer , greet you our Schoolmates, wi whom we have spent so many jc ous hours. Though we soon shi sever the links that have bound i we trust that the gentle light well-spent hours may shed a ra< ance around you pure and precio as that of pearls from the Mornii Land. Gladly. we bid you welconi My loving Classmates, most warn ly would I welcome you on this o festive night. We stand now up the threshold of a great chant Let us remember "life is a warp which bright and gloomy colc mix and mingle," therefore let weave it well. Let us go fori therefore,to meet the responsibiliti of life, to perform its duties, a: leave the results to the benevolen of Him who is "too wise to err al too good to be unkind." After to-night our paths widE diverge from each other, but shot any of youtin future visit our Sun Southern clime, there amid t warbling of birds, and the perfm of flowers, we will extend a cord welcome to one and all. Our respected audience, w have honored the occasion by yo presence, we kindly greet you! ~ bespeak your gentle criticisms our literary efforts, and throw 01 selves upon your generous consi< ration. Welcome ! Welcome !! tie Welcome !! ! BLOOM Aum BLIGHT. Our world was the perfection beauty when it came from the han of the Creator ; and when he si veyed it all with his omnisciE eyes, he pronounced it "good." "The morning stars sang togetk and all the sons of God shouted joy," over the birth of the n world. The heavens were tapestried wi rich clouds, the fields were robed living green and enamelled wi perennial flowers ; the waters we dimpled in smiles by the gen winds; the mountains were veiled golden light, the air was music with sounds, and redolent with p fume ; bloom and-beaty were up everything around. But the Tempter came, sin ( tred- tho enriQifollwed. and scene was changed; dark clouds muffled the heavens, angry light nings shot across the sky, the vol cano rolled up its cloudy smoke, H and billowy flames,-wild winds swept the forest,--storms lashed. the ocean into foam, the landscape LE withered, the flowers faded, the ss bloom departed, and the blight came. Eden became a desert and man, that had strayed through its verdant shades, with angels for companions. Man that had been made the image of God, became a ruined and blighted wanderer from its peaceful bowers. le From that period to the present t. bloom and blight h%ve followed d each other, as light and shade. The shrub opens its leaves to the sun - light, but they fade and fall; the Sflowers unfold their petals and shed le their perfume on the air, but they )f wither and die; the tall cedar, and ; pine, and the wide-spreading oak wave their branches in the breeze, reach their maturity, fall into de ,o cline, and at length strew the earth e with their mouldering branches and d decaying trunk. The very moun h tains that pierce the clouds with e; their granite summits, touched by D. the frosts of centuries, crumble al piece meal down and mingle with Ir the earth. The insect expand its 3e wings, revels in the sunbeam, glit ie ters a moment and passes away. ts The tiny bird, that, like a winged s- jewel, flutters among the flowers, is i- humming its own funeral anthem, e- and soon fades and falls like them. The albatross, that spread his et weary wings upon the breeze and se sleeps; the strong-winged- candor id that breasts the hurricane, and folds his wings to slumber on some Al d pine crag, and the strong-eyed er eagle that soars- aloft togaze on the id meridian sun, reach their prime of an strength and then decline and die. U The gentle animals thit enliven n- the landscape, the wild ones that a_ roam the forest, an(I the savage n, beasts that howl amid the desert, fail of their wonted strength, and sink i- into decay. id Nor these alone, but man in his d strength, woman in her beauty, and or infancy just budding into being, s, follow the same order of bloom and ik blight, of development and nothing in ness. ar The form is erect in its strength, n- the step is elastic in buoyancy, the eye sparkles with intelligence, the td cheek blooms with health, the voice n- is - musical with mirth and joyous ir ness, but blight follows with its m withering touch ; age comes on, the to form is bent, the "hyacinthine locks re are changed to gray ;" disease in 3r vades, the muscles shrink, the step Ld is feeble, the eye has lost its lustre, and the cheek its bloom, the voice re is faint and tremulous, the pulse bh beat slow, the silver cord is loosed, - the golden bowl is broken, "and dlI the mourners go about the streets." L5 Nor are individuals only subject of to this order, but whole pe >ples al i- so; nations and cities rise, ilourish, as5 decline, and become extinct. Where ig are ancient Babylon and Ninevah? e. Where is Memphis with her temn n- ples, and Thebes with her hundred 1r gates!? Where is Tyre, whose mer )n chants were princes; and Carthage, e. once mistress of the seas'? Where in are Karnac and Palmyra of the de rs sert'? Athens from her ruined 2s Acropolis looks down upon broken Ii, column and shattered frieze, and es Rome, shorn of her grandeur, muses id amid her ruined palaces and moul ce dering Colisseum. Where are the id ancient empires of the world'? Assyrian i the Medo-Persian'? the ly Macedonian whose chief wept be ld cause there were no 'more worlds ay to conquer ? The Roman empire be that spread from the river's to the Iae ends of the earth ? Where is the ial once powerful Saracen empire'? It has dwindled into insignificance, Lio and the waning crescent of the False ur Prophet will soon disappear from Ve mosque and minaret. Time in his or relentless course blights alike the Lr- works of art, and works of nature. Le- "The gorgeous palaces, the solemn temples, ce The great globe itself, with all which It inhabits shall dissolve, And like the baseless fabric of a vision, Leave not a wreck behind." of Yea, the golden sun himself shall ds pale and be clothed in sackcloth, ir "the moon be changed to blood," nt and the burning stars fall from - their course in the heavens, "as a er fig-tree casts her untimely figs." or But there is a land where the light w never grows dim, where the clouds never darken, where the landscape th never fades. But there is a land in where the bloom is eternal, and the th blight never comes. in that celes re tial Eden the clouds never darken, ae the light never grows dim. There in the landscape never fades,,there the al flowers never wither, and.the leaves ir- never fall from the trees of life. )n In that bright land is "acity which hath foundations whose ina ii- ker and builder is God-" Time hi. may not Weakein the 0 aatn IADVERTISINC RATES. Adversmntsinseteda the nu*(e$1-0 per square--one inch-forfiam inwi&On,ad 75c. for each subsequent insewtko. Double column advardwiuetteopercamn above. advetsmns Specia UOtdce in local Com 20 ents perine. Advertiseamts not marWe wih ik am ber of iusertdo=W wi e ke;4ta dR forbid and charged &ceordih*ly.. Special contrieWsI._c - w*~ adver~ tises, ith1h~rIdgucdois ~~srates. I1R"NK9S PAS&. Frank was a bright little five year-old fellow, fall of.,fan,. and anxious to make himself of Conie quence. Armed with a. stick he would feel as bravo as ag' lion among the -hens and chidkens; and as they scudded, away -fiom this dreadful ereatue to* -elter wherever they Ciondw4ma it , he would say to himself: "I. gues they think. Im a ga Q 40 k pronounced the _wor, '"Shu. He would even a#tAwk th oldoc, and wiAkrghtuptothebWg tur key-gobbler. But there was-ofie niMwhich caused mlister I akto, q iWith terror, especially w.hen alonsw and aft-r dark. Do yo att now. what it Was? -I'wI tell. yon. [t was amouseft Ye's,aOUt16br6*n mouse, with his brigMt eye' -ad pretty tapering ta4l woa)d- i%Ake: our bold -little boy t0iM and scream ;and -if -he hape to, light on -#evdrd? M brrty - creatures playig toge"er YOW would have supposed tha"b a ran aganst, a -he4d -of -Very silly isn't it? Now every,-ighton,h%swyt bed Yra Akhidto Jisrou ga lonel roonz,,_jhere4 1ice ;A.~rt wiches may be made of hard boiled masonry of its foundations, with their garniture of precious stones, nor crumble its jaspar walls, nor corrode its streets of gold, nor dim its pearly gates, for the city is eter. nal.. There.itis never aidof the inhabitants, "They are sick," for no rude blast is there to chill, nor poisonous air to corrupt. There are no dim eyes there, nor pallid cheeks, nor weary brows nor faint ing hearts, nor failing limbs, for the bloom of an eternal youth is upon everything there, and though every vein beats the vigor of the pulse of immorality, and "God shall wipe away all tears from all faces, and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain, for the former things are passed away." DECEIVED BY ORNAMENT. We have heard much of veterans -of men who fought, bled and died for their country-and have gazed with musing thoughts up on the wearers of old, service-worn, weather-beaten blue army. over coats. But the experience here given is new. The story is told -that agentleman went to the wood market the other day to buy wood. He saw the old blue army over coat worn by a woodman. "One of the nation's defenders," thought he. "May have upheld the flag at Gettysburg; been with little Phil in his terribleride; with Sherman in his march to the sea; his trusty rifle may have unhorsed the dreaded Stonewall, or' turned the tide of battle in the gory Wil derness." The load of wood was bought. What was a dollar more - to an old veteran, whose eye, he im agined,kindled with its ancient fire, in rememb.tance of the deAdly breac, the hair-breadth 'scapes, etc. The march behind the green, knotty, scraggy wood was taken up with pride, as the hero moved his load and team up the street. The wood was thrown off. The gentleman's heart warmed with this blessed deed of obarity toward the brave soldier, and he thus ad dressed him: "Comrade, tell us in what de partment you served your country during the late urholy rebellion." The woodman's eye brightened -the old flame lit up his counte nance; and a hectic halo seemed to brighten the heart of the wag oner where he stood whip in hand, about to tickle the off mule's ear, and thus he replied: "Rebellion h-I! I went to Can ada before the first draft. I gave a bfttle of whiskey to a veteran, who had lost both a leg and an arm, for his overcoat. G'lang Beecheri Get up, .Liz !" And our benefactor was left on the ragged edge of a knotty log, believin~g the town to be full of swindlers, jugglers, mountebanks and men of sin. A BEAUTIFUL ANswER.-When the Emperor of Germany was late ly on a visit in a distant portion of his dominions, he was welcomed by the school children of the vil lage. After their speaker had made a speech for them he thank ed them. Then, takiog an orange from a table, he asked: "To what kingdom does this be long ?" "To the vegetable kingdom, sire," replied a little girl. The Emperor took a gold coin from his pocket, and holding it up, asked: "And to what kingdom does this belong ?" "To the mineral kingdom, sire," replied the little girl. "And to what kingdom do. I belong, then ?" asked the Empe ror. The little girl colored deeply, for she did not like to say "to the animal kingdom," as he thought she would, lest his Majesty should be offended, when a bright thought came, and she said with radiant eyes : "To God's kingdom, sire." The Emperor was deeply moved; a tear stood in his eye. He placed his hand on the child's head and said, most devoutly : "Grant that I may be account ed worthy of thy kingdom." RAT CATCHING EXTRAORDINARY. -A little black and tan, belonging to Mr. J. H. Hinton, caught and killed fifty-two rats inside of thir ty minutes last Thursday. The ratter weighs only nine pounds. This was a grand canine ratifica tion.. "When Shakespeare wrote about 'patience on a monument,' did he refer to doctors' patients ?" "No." "How do you know he didn't ?" "Because you always find them under a monument."J