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pdttTfcy, A BEAUTIFUL riCTURE. BY l.ii. 8AUX. "Alii well I mind uic of n child, A gU-esome, Imj >j?y ruaitl, Who chiuc with constant step, to church. In comclv garb nrrayed, j And knelt her down full solemnly, And penitently prayed. "And oft, when church was done, I marked That little maiden neiir This pleasant spot, with book in hand, As you aro Kitting hero? She read tho story of the Cro?s, And wept with grief nincere. Year* rolled away?and J beheld The child to woman grown; Her cheek was fairer, and her eye With brighter luatro shone; But childhood's truth and innocence Werw still the maiden's own. ~x ncvur rung n uicmur [H'ni, That when joyous bride, She stood beneath the mcred porcli, A noble youth beside, And plighted liiin her maiden troth, In maiden lovo and pride. "I nover tolled ft deeper knell Than when, in utter yean, They laid her in tho churchyard here, Where this low mound appears? (The verv mrave. mv bov. tlmt vou Arc watering now with tei?rs!) "Is this thy mother gentle boy, Thnt claims this tale of mine?Thou Art a flower whose fatal birth Destroyed the parent vine! A precious flower thou art, my child? Two lives were given for thinol "Ono was thy sainted mothhr's, when She gave thee mortal birth; ytnd ono thy Saviour's when in deatli. He shook the solid earth; Go! boy, nnd lite as may befit Thy life's exceeding w^rthl" The-boy awoke, as from a dream, v4nd thoughtful looked around, But nothing saw, save at his feet, Flis mother's lnwlv mnnn.l -<4nd by it* side that ancicut Hell Half lud<lvn in the ground! I OIVE EVERY DAY. Let us givo Bomething, every day, For one another's weal, A word, to make the gloomy gay, Or (ho crushed spirit heal; A look that to the heart can apeak Of him tliat'fl poor and eld, A tear from her o'er whose wan cbcck So many a stream hath rolled. Tbo objects of our lovo and caro Tn every path we see, ^Ind At-hen they ask a simple prayer, O I'.in trn cnlfi.-K Ua >41id turn nwftr ttitn haughty thrust, Aa if the God al>ovo Were partial to our pampered dust, ^ntlonly us aid lovei We all can give?the poor, the weak, ,/lud he an an^el guest; How f mall a thing,?to smile, to speak. And make the wretched blestl These favors let us all bestow, vlncl thus scatter joy abroad, ?4nd make the vales of sorrow glow With the sweet smile of God! M8?OELiLAMlE@iy?. THE FREE MASON'S WIDOW, A TALE OF THE MEXICAN WAR. BY A TRAVELLER. The two year's war with Mexico was rife with many a thrilling incident, the details of which have never found their wny to the reports of commanders, paragraphs of newspapers, nor to the numerous volumes written upon the prolific chapter of the world's history. It would take a thousand hands and a thousand pens to record the moiety of the surprising events and romantic circumstan ces that have transpired in the war. ILvcry soldier has a story of his own, told in his own way, of his own experience; and earl* soldier's story is worth the listening to. In the month of August last I was a passenger on board a steamer ascending the Mississippi. On board were several returned officers who had served on the fields of Mexico. A voyage of four days in their company gave me an opportunity of listening to the recital of many a hair breadth escape and daring deed in the 'imminent deadly breach;' not that thebrnvr nr. tors wore fond of boasting, but on the contrary, were retiring and diffident j touching the discourse of their expe- ; rience. Nevertheless, having nothing to do to pass away the time, we succeeded, step by step, in drawing them out. One noble looking young corporal, who spoke well, and knew how to describe what he had seen and taken a part in, particularly interested us. j He had the rare faculty to bring the j battle field and the individual mmlwi 1 directly before his auditors?and it is a picture of individual power that most please the listener* I have seen a woman fa^e a lire that appalled our regiment, and made us keep cover. Ah, how was that? Who was be??'Young and pretty t An Amer-, icait, or t? sfenorita? When was it, | and how?' was the si ring of interro- ( gat ions that assailed the rccounter. It was or* the second 4*y hefcM Mexico. The oartkiylars were th&'^- l In our company wasp mere lad of' sixteen, a daring young Virginian, the favorite for his cheerfulness, cour age and youth; and here let me add, talking of courage under fire, give me a regiment of well grown boys from fifteen to nineteen. Nothing can withstand tlieir charge. Hoys bound and leap over the ground as if they were at play, and dash at any thing without thought, like so many blind pups. For a hard fight in the street, or for a headlong rush, give me the boys.?They are perfect imps for fight. Th's boy some weeks before had leaped a fence and climbed a parapet some hundred yard ahead of his company, and was taken prisoner, though not without killinjr three Mexicans and wounding the Colonel' before he gave in. His mother, a widow,(though a lady, and why not?) heard of it, and as he was her only son, yearned for his release. She had no money, no influential friends. Suddenly she recollected that she was a Mason's widow?hope was lighted up m her bosom at the thougt. and she dried her tear . She said, I will test the talismanic power of the order mv husband loved and revered so highly." | There was a movement of inter I est with the listeners. Grave gentlemen drew ncarc r and gave eloser attention, doubtless being of the order themselves. The soldier, evidently gratified by the size and eagerness of his encircling audience, resumed his narrtive. She sold some little articles of value, and with the money she reached Washington city; she reached the ; Secretary of tiic War Denartmp.nt ; I on foot and dusty, with great diflfi- j culty she obtained audience with the ! great man. for our big secretaries are | as big lords as English lords are, 011- j ly wanting the title. A poor soldier j or a poor woman stands a poor! chance with quality. I "Well, ma'ra," said he, crustily, as she entered and he saw how dusty she looked?but when she removed her veil, and he saw that she was j lady-like and hand handsome too, lie halif arose and pointed to a chair.? Well, she told him of her son's capture, and that she wanted to go to him. "1 cannot help you, ma'm. Very expensive! He will he exchanged b)' and by. Better wait." i 4-You can help me to a passport, sir," she said, nothing daunted. "Of course; they cannot refuse that to you at tho Secretary of State's oftice. You say you are poor. How do you expect to pay the expenses of a journey to Mexico? It is a visionary scheme. Good morning ma'm.11 "Sir, if you could recommend me j to the care of the officer in command : of the regiment that sails from Balti more " | "Impossible, ma'am." To the page | in waiting) "Who did you say waitj ed??tell him I am at leisure.15 "Are you a Mason?" said the widow to the Secretary, making a sign for the page to delay. "Yc^s, ma'am." "1 am a Mason's widow. My son is a Mason's son. I appeal to you, sir, in that capacity, and by the honor and truth of your honorable order," said the widow firmly. lhe Secretary's manner at once changed to one of courteous interest. "Stay," he said to the page. "Take a seat, ma'am." And from that moment, the affairs of the widow took quite a new turn. : The Secretary gave her a politely ' written note to the Secretary of State, j who in turn, gave her a letter to the ] commandant at New Orleans, to, furnish her a free passage to Vera Cruz. The lodges, at the instigation of the Secretary, advanced her three hundred dollars, and the widow left Washington on her mission. The j stacro acrcnt. whr? wna oi on her showing him a letter which the Grand Master furnished her with, (hut which she could not herself read, it being written in a mysterious cypher, but she knew it was potent,( would not receive anything for her passage. The captain of the steamboat at Pittsburgh had no sooner deciphered it, than he gave his best slatp-mnm. nrirl f * - u?u iibi imncin^C HUt; I'J New Orleans, so that when she reached there, she had two hundred I and ninety dollars of her three hundred left. Here ?ho waited on Gen. in command of the station, who instructed Col. who had the charge of forwarding the troops to Mexico, to see that she had a free passage given her on the first steamer. By all the officers she was treated with the greatest politeness and delicacy, for they were all Masons, and they felt hound to her by a tie < knn <v.?t ...I." -L l: 1 ' *1 cr and sister?and they felt a pleasure in the opportunity afforded them of carrying out into practice the beautiful and systematic theory of tho order. After a passage of five days she reached Vera Cruz. Having n letter to the American Governor, she #ant it to him inclosing the talismaniceard just spoken of, and which mhu Jiiuvcu. oliinlgtT UKIH gold. The Governor immediately called upon her at the house of Dramond, and offered her transportation to the city of Mexico by a train that Wflii in xliiri llio n?vt mnriiinn Tim Colonel who commanded tile train took charge of her, afforded her every facility and comfort 011 the journey 11 providing her with a carriage when the country was level, and with mules and palanquins over the mountains. Arrived within ninety miles of the city, they were overtaken by a detachment of dragoons escorting a Government official to the city.? Anxious to get on faster, she asked permission to join it; and though informed of the danger and fatigue of a hard ride night and day 011 horseback at a steady trot, she was willing to try it, that she might the sooner see her son. Provided with a fleet and frentle-gaited Mexican horse, she took ler place with the troops, escorted by the officers, and never flagged with fatigue till the towers of Mexico were in sight. "Brave lady! But where was her son, and how wa3 she to get into Mexico? If, as I understood you, you had not yet taken the city." "And where was it she stood fire?" asked the gentleman dressed in n broad hat. "All in good time, gentlemen," responded the narrator. "As I said at first, wo were fighting the second day's battle before the gates when she arrived; but her son was in the city, where he had been for five or six weeks in prison. I will tell you how I first came to see her. Our regiment had been doing its best to keep 8,000 cavalry from joining the loft wing of the Mexican army, when we were ordered to face about to the left and drive a body of the enemy from a hill on which they Wete forming with artillery. It was when the pnmnnnv 1 woo n)lonlin<l ? ? ? m. ' I.nm iltu IU ivasumssing a ravine to fulfil the order* that we encountered a body of horse. At first wo took them for the enemy, hut soon saw they were Americans. They came on slowly, as if fatigued with hard service. 1 ?aw a lady rii ding by the side of their captain; such a sight at such a tinle drew the | attention of more than one of us. j The party was the one from Vera Cruz, escorting the officer. They were slowly making their way to | Gen. Scott's quarter, too tired to a man to engage in the fight. At this moment Gen. Scolt and staff came up, when the. offic'al from | Washington placed his packet of letI tersin his hands, glad to end his long I uiniiiu. i iie vrenerai immediately ; ordered the escort to seek quarters, i and was riding on to another part of the field, when I heard the lady say earnestly to the captain: "I cannot I delay, sir, one hour, within sight of i the city that holds my son a prisoner. I must see him." "The city mils4 be taken first," he { answered. j ' I cannot wait! my son may be ill ?dying. An hour's delay may forj eve- remove him from me! I will : enter the city." "You will surely be killed! You can reach it only by grossing the bat nc neias, said the otlieer. U1 have not travelled from Virginia to thr gates of the city to fear to ! enter them- Thanks a thousand I i'nanks, sir. for your kindness ai d at; tention. 1 shall always remember officers with gratitude. But do not detain me. Yonder is a gate that leads to the city. I will enter throgh it and search for my son.11 "You are mad;" I cried, for I had lingered to see what she would do, surprised enough at her danger and rr?:nllllinn on/1 ne clin J""'-' uo cur ivna utiaiiiil^ forward ovor the field, I seized her pony by the rein, and pointed out the almost impassable dangers and difficulties that beset her path. "This is no time," saia she to the officer who now rode up to her side, "to talk to me of prudence and fear. I1 am told thai Gen. Santa Anna is j in the midst of vonder glittering j group. I shall scck him, and place in his hands the Masonic letter I have : borne so far and so well?for he is a Mason and will listen to me." j "War destroys all brotherhood," , said the officer, who I judged was not a Mason. ' The lady did not wait to reply? . hnt watching her moment, she struck > her pony smartly, and started oflf ! across the plain. At the same moment r masked i battery, five hundred yards in advance I had otiened upon our regiment, which after having been half mowed down, began to return to take up a position ! in the ravine under temporary cover, until they could be re-inforced. igiiiaMum 11 Mi ilflU Ul niuil^ll' tcr nnd winged iron, I saw the lady g:U!on on her whits Vl^/Ww^ the platoons of retreating men, by a semi-circle round their flank. The next moment she was coursing over the ground in their rear, the battery in full play. Half our tpem teeing her, stopped, forrauul of tin; ntqrm of iron, to follow wiin their what seemed to them an apparition. I kept my eyes on her, ana so did the offerers, expecting earehiostftnt to see her struck. But on fcHe \*%nt> ^ai * lopinff in top speed, her air fearless. "The woniitn s love for her son has made her wild,' said the dragoon captain. "She will perish." "A mother's love is stronger than death," i replied. "1 l>elieve she will reach Santa Anna in safety and get to see her boy*" "She deserves it," he answered. The same moment a reinforcoment I came up, and we were ordered to take the iort, and we did take iU After we had taken the city, I learned the fate of the American lady. "She was killed, of course," said emphatically the man dressed in the broad hat. 'Til bet twelvo to one on her," said Tennessee, strongly. The last gentleman is right. She went over tlie field through the hottest fire of that day, and reached old Sinilta fia cnuml fie- n i-nank uu ?o u ivav ii? He was not a little astonished to see her, you may he assured; but he received her politely, and when she told him, in French, her story, ho told her he would oblige her, not morely because she was a woman, but the more because she was a Mason's widow. "Foresaid he, "I am a Mason myself and know the obligations of the older in war, as well as in neace. Your son shall lie liberated, though he wounded my maternal nephew so I that he has since died, when he was captured. But by the tenor of the letter yoti bear, I have no power to refuse your command.V He then gave her an escort to the city, with an order for her son to be given to her arms. The order was obeyed, and that very day, as she had promised, she embraced, her long lost boy again. So much for a woman's standing fire, gentlemen, and so wuch for being a Mason's wid ..i U W 1 At this crisis of the story we reached Smit bland, and our group was at once broken up and dispersed; each man, no doubt, going away with greater reverence for woman's courage, and greater reverence for maternal love. I r T1 .7 Lrrom inc Journaloj Uommcrcc.] AN INTERESTING SKETCH. i My friend was a romantic hoy, and yet a more romantic man. Wo were Jnniors together at Princeton, and during the vacation preceding our entering the senior year, we travelled together. He had often told me of his cousins in the country, whom he had not seen in years, but he had by no means prepared me for the marvelous beauty of his cousin Saruh P. I will not pause to describe her. In truth ho was as much surprised as I, and it was fortunate for me that he was of a quicker nature i than I. For whiln I with mv what noted coolness was deliberating whether or not to fall in love, Charley was in over head and heart, and 1 retired from the field instanter. We returned to college, and there was no end of the long evening conversations that winter, by my blazing hearth in No. 00 North, nor of the next summer's moonlight walks and siestas in the front campus. Yes, there was an end of them. Our vacation preceding the commencement came, and with it came the fearful tidings, that the maiden my friend so much loved, was passing away from her birds, and flowers, and her glenshaded home, by the dark road of death. He hastened to her side, and I went wilh him. It was a cool autumn morning, when our horses I clashed furiously up the avenue, and we sprang from the carriage. "Living yet, sir," said Iho old negro servant, who opened the door as we approached; but his lip quivered, and voice trembled with that intonation which implied, plainly enough, that the end was approaching. We were admitted to her room. I have never beheldji more sublime or beautiliil scene. Death could not be there! She lay with her supported on a pillow, across which were flowing her tresses of glorious hair, dark as the soul oi ret lover. How often had he felt the thrill of their airy touch on his shoulder, and on his cheek! now no more to be felt save in the sad memories of the bereaved! She was calmly, majestically beautiful, and as he hent above her a smile lit un her countenance, and I felt that oeath wero no purification to her, who was aireadv so angetio* The clay passed slowly; then the night dragged it long hours through, and the morning dawned and grew into full day- She w$s not (ailing? hut fyo^jphfi thought \tfyat she was dying, and called them all around, and then ftrcWell. as thoso nm wr?n* wlwdeflkrtoHthc lonjrjourriey. But wh?tt she came to him who had thought to travel #om? years toward heaven along witlfcher, she was A* Ipnt ior an iastaul, #nd then spoke in low tones, which none heard but }?e, and none knfw to this day tfie imporrof those words. But a* J watched her facc, I saw thnliflfhtol heav?n *?? ? - *? ; lfcore ana more *>/er*a and holy, and b ?wfe sat on her hp, as if she hrui already bathed it in the water of the pure river, or had brimmed a goblet of of the wine of heaven tvin her Father's kingdom." Then she spoke more dearly of the past and the future, earth and the land beyond the gloom, and now her countenance changed rapidly, and she folded her meek white hands across her holy breast, and as my friend bowed Ins lo her white brow, she closed her eyes, and I saw a shadow flit across her forhead?or not quite, a shadow, but rather as if when she, already, had suffered the touch of mortal lips, the radiant wing of an achatige) had passed for one instant between her and her God; but then a tenfold glory returned to her face, as though the blessings of heaven were thus pledged to the faithfulness of human love, and then her dove eyes looked one instant on us all; and last of all on him, and then we thought we heard a new voice, far, far away amoiiff the fast departing angels. And yet she was not dead. Thrice they approached to robe her for the grave, and as often they retreated, convinced that if our mortal love was gone, that which lay before us was an angel in her place, yet marvelouslv like her. For four hours she lav thus, and tlinn nurn mnrp ro vived. I know not bv what miracle she was restored. We asked nothing of it, but we thanked God earnestly and were glad. How glad. The next June they were married, and forthwith departed for the East, and there they remain* Having made the tour of Europe, Egypt and the Holy Land, they took up their residence in Italy, and have hut once revisited this country. Their wed diri/ar day, that 12th of Juno, was a glorious day, and was long remembered in the country where the bride had been the pride of all. A Revolutionary Matrox?Perhaps no saying of Washington is mere frequently quoted upon patriotic occasions in Virginia, than this: ?"Leave me but a banner of Augusta, and I will rally around ma the men who will lift our bleeding country from the (lust, and sot her free." The incidents, however, which led lo this remark, is not so generally known. But it is one which does immortal honor to the women of Virginia, and lessons our wonder at the deeds of the Virginia heroes who sprung from such a stork. It is thus related in Howe's Historical Cftllpnlinn;?"Wlipn dm Ri'ltloli fr* * - iivi* iiiv moil IV/1 V.-^ under Tarlcton drove the legislature from Charlottesville to Staunton, the still of the Sabbath eve was broken in the latter town by the beat of the drum, and volunteers were called for to prevent the passage of the British through the mountains of the Rockfish Gap. The elder sons of Mr- Lewis, who then resided at the old fort, were absent with the Northern army. Three sons, however, were at home, whose ages were 17, 15, and 14 years. Mr. Lewis was confined to his room hv ni/?kr?r?o?i hut his wife, with t lie firmness of a Roman matron, called them to her. and bade them fly to the defence of their native land- *Go, my children,' said she, 'I spare not my youngest, my fair-haired boy, the comfort of my declining years. I devote you all to my country. K? ep hack the foot of the invader from the soil of Augusta, or see my face no more." It was the narration of this incident to Washington, which causcd the enthusiastic exclamation so often quoted.?Richmond Republican. Cure, for a BtsUouxcd Horse.? Some few weeks since, l>einff over taken by a severe thunder storm on my way home, I took refujro under a shelter where were assembled several gentlemen from the aarnc cause. One of the gentlemen thus accosted me:?Why do you not cure your horse of the bellows? For the very reason that I cannot, I replied. Well, stranger, says he, when I am at home 1 cure all such cases, and and iirfivr M4? J_ll ,n<u ir?t?owf niviii tit uouars n head; but as I am a long way from home and your horse is r valuable one, I will fell you how to curc him effectually in a few days. In the first place, says he, give your horse salt in his water for three mornings in succession; after that, pound up a piece of blue-stone about the size of a chinquapin, and mix it with wet meal, give him the same for ton consecutive mornings, feeding him rather lightly for those ten clays, and if he is not well at fhe end of ten days, I Mpriveyou my head. 1 nave tiled the remedy, and it has wrought a perfect dure, and now give it to the r*?adeirs of jbe Banner that they may save thoir hordes and their ten dollars too. .< , Why if a how* in harness likofen angry man? Because he is in a coUir, (rholcr.) It is Raid that. *he tor hi no. of the ! Rothschilds is now about one I ?^ ?**** ** ?miinonsoi <ie>,JUTS. 1 lH-? 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