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I \ ft ^ ''" 'I*- Inb^tnl jparilg jtto^ger; /or % frroirtiim af % |gltiital,^gnciiltard ana& fltmtmtrcial |nttmts of % &c4- ^ VOL. 15. YOBKVILLE, S. O., THURSDAY, APRIL 8, 1869. : NO. 14. ?tigiual foctnr. For the Yorkville Enquirer. .. . RECORC I~L IATION. BY W. W. BRIGG. There's not a thought that flits the mind Or's harbor'd there upon, Which it?more pleasure does afford Than reconciliation. When passion's angry flame ia fenn'd, And made to burn with ire; Each thoughtless word or deed but adds "Fresh fhel to the fire." Consuming every friendly ray Which joy or hope supplies; As quickly as its warmth is felt No sooner lives?than dies. When life's all chequered paths are strewn With here and there a rose, It's toilsome tasks are then transform'd For those of sweet repose. But, if short lived, that rest should be, Or scarce as are the flowers ^ trat a fill -if. Ifl otrow u m mo o |MHUU?j . ?- ?No lees, than truly oars. Years of trials, fraught with despair And daunting tho'- they seem'd, Were in a moment all forgot, When Hope's bright sun but beam'd, The distant darkness to dispel; Which, mantled?and beguiled The "living faith," that they would ne'er Again be reconciled. 'Tis well, tho' sorrows, deep and severe Which have for years distress'd, Can be forgotten in an hour, And th' inflictor's hand caress'd. Proving the human heart to be Of loving kindness born; Altho' with wrath sometimes in thrall'd And from its oourse is torn, Forc'd and compell'd, with ruthless hand Tt's duty to ignore; Until that heaven-born Love, demands Its absence, evermore. To reconcile extremes so greet As Love and Hatred are; We must to Him above appeal Who knows our ev'ry care, And ev'ry weakness, and onr strength To brave the moral storm We must encounter, late or soon, Before we, to Him, conform. Then let us striveour part to take In glories to be won, By harmonizing forces?all To reconciliation. PHANTOM OF BEABMOOB TOWER. At six o'clock one fine autumnal morning, Seymour and I stood on the deck of a London steamer, which was easing, and stopping, and turning astern, and going on, in her endeavors to lay herself alongside the quay of a foreign town, without smashing any of the smaller vessels that were in her way. "Upon my word, this is delightful," said my friend. "The voyage has been a pleasure trip instead of a bore. I have had a good night' b rest, and feel as fresh as a lark, instead of being jaded, and anxious to get to bed, as usual, on arriving at the end of a long journey. And then one always gets a disappointing impression of a town on driving into it from a station, which is invariably in the worst quarter; whereas, look there! Why, it's more like a scene in a theatre than anything in real life. I declare I will never, go abroad by short sea passage and rail again, if I can help it" Seymour is a "swell." He goes to his hairdresser's several times a week, sends back coats and trousers that do not exactly fit him, habitu* ~ -'-A ! m mm A tKn ally wears gloves, nas a vaioi v?uu pi UliUUUVVU Ituv | t)t drives a mail phaeton, drawn by two steppers, who are apparently always endeavoring to strike their own noses with their forelegs; and altogether it is surprising that he cares to be seen with so humble an individual as myself; surprising, that is, to certain of my acquaintances, not to me, for I know the man's real character, and that he considers a large income as a piece of good fortune, but no absolute proof of merit in the possessor. Still, I was rather astonished when he proposed to accompany me in my holiday trip. "A golden pitcher like you would smash my clay sides in a week, if we sailed together," I demurred. "Not a bit, my dear fellow," said he; "I want to do it cheaply. How much money are you going to take ? Well, I will put exactly the same sum in my pocket, and when we are drained, we will oome home. Will that do?" It would do exactly; that is just my idea of comfortable traveling. But I expected that, with my friend's tastes and habits, our funds would last but a very short time. "For instance," said I, "I always travel by boat from London bridge, and so get out and home again for less than a single fare by any other route.'' He acquiesced joyfully, and on our arrival expressed himself as above. Certainly the passage had been very prosperous, j the weather fine and warm, the sea as smooth as1 glass, the passengers few and rather amusing. And the old town looked, as he said, charming; quite a fairy city?all cathedral, palace, and grand square, without backslums, dirt, vice or crime; fit to be photographed as a model for seaport towns. Our luggage was examined, landed, put on a truck, and wheeled off to the hotel fixed upon, we following on foot at our leisure. "Let us turn into the place and have a nearer look at the cathedral," proposed Seymour. "Every scrap of tracery looks as sharp and clear, in this early morning air, as if it wereundera microscope. Halloa 1 what's that?" "That," was a hum and tramping, distant at first, then louder and nearer. "When we entered the place we found numerous groups scattered about; fresh comers were perpetually arriving from all the streete which concentrated upon that large open space, and presently the head of the large crowd, whose march we had heard in the distance, debouched upon the scene. In the centre of the square a scaffold had been erected, around which all these people were gath~ 11 J. enng. Seymour, a good tjerman scnoiar, maue inquiries. Yes, there was to be an execution. A man, supposed to be an Englishman, had committed a very horrible murder, attended by circumstances of revolting treachery and ingratitude, and his head was to be cut off in half an hour at farthest Now, I certainly never should go out of my way to see such a sight; but being there a sort of fascination bound me to the spot. As for Seymour, he was glad of the opportunity of seeing any foreign customs; and since he had served in the cavalry during a bloody Indian campaign, it was beyond the power of a headsman to spoil his breakfast, even if the fellow bungled. Some of those fine languid gentlemen you meet in Pall Mall, and think effeminate, have seen and done and suffered things which could not be read by many of their critics without a shudder. There were immense numbers of people present, but no orowd, in the English sense of the word," for the open space was very extensive, and the stage on which the tragedy was to be performed visible from every part of it, so that there was no reason why the spectators should jam themselves together, and as they were free from that propensity to push to the front which animates all ranks and both sexes of the British, there was plenty of elbow room, and a sensitive lady might even have fainted without being trodden to death in consequence. 'Ton will have an opportunity of seeing with what force the blood is always pumping through our arteries," said Seymour. '"Barbarous? Mot a bit Far more humane than hanging, I take it. Curious, though, that they have not introduced the guillotine in this country; perhaps because it is French." "I see no block." "They do not use one. The culprit sits in that chair and the executioner snicks his head off with a sword as you would a thistle with your cane. But here they oome." It was with a sickening feeling that I watched the executioner, the priest, and the murderer step on to the scaffold. The last was a middle aged man, of light, agile form and delicate features, reImiM *%t\A mAnofonkn TTn vqq in upon IUO tllULl X uau auiiupaii/Vi) auu a nww ^m??w ready for a good breakfast. When the meal was over, and we were lolling in chairs in the pleasant court-yard, I remarked on the singularity of Seymour's landing on that particular morning, in time to assist at the decapitation of an old acquaintance. "Yes," he replied, jn his ordinary tone now, "most extraordinary thing that ever occurred; the beggar bad a trial at my life once, and I gave him that scar. 1 was certain it could not be a ghost, i because if there are ghosts, I don't believe that they can fire pistols." "Was it in India?" "No; in Yorkshire or Lancashire; I'm not certain which. But I see you want the whole story, so you shall have it, only don't talk about it" "One August, some years ago, when I was in the cavalry, I^got two months, leave of absence, and thought I should like some shooting. Not knowing any one in Scotland to sponge upon at the moment, I looked over the advertisements in the Bell, and pitched upon one inserted by a Mr. j Bantyen, who intimated that he was ready to pro! vide board, lodging and grouse shooting for a certain sum?rather a high one, but I was flush of money at the time, and did not mind that?on one of tho Yorkshire moors. "I wrote, agreeing on his terms, on the sole condition that the game proved to be as plentiful as he represented; and received directions how to find Deadmoor Tower by return of post. The nearest place of any importance was Halifax, and that was thirty miles off; so I slept there and started off early on the following morning in a gig, driven by the only man the people of the hotel could discover who had the slightest idea whereabouts Deadmoor lay. He got on very well while what they called roads lasted; but when we were well on the moors, and had only tracks which generally led to quarries, or places where turf had been dug, to follow, he was naturally, rather puz zled. In fact we only got on at all by asking oui way at every opportunity, and as we rarely rnetanj one to ask, our progress was tortuous. Fortunately, the horse, though very deficient in speed, was a wonderful stayer, and we did reach the place wt were looking for before sunset. "The people who first called that tract of coun try Deadmoor, had a very fair idea of propei names, for a fitter place for a national cemetery ] never saw. Of course all moorland is wild ami desolate, but it is generally broken up into steep hills, and a hill somehow, is alwayscompany, proim ising something new on the other side; aud though the two sides sometimes prove to be very much alike, when you get to the top there is generally t good distant view from it; andat any rate you have the satisfaction of having got there. But Dead moor was mostly table land, and the undulation." were too gradual to please the eye. Deadmooi Tower just suited Deadmoor. By Jove! sir, ii was a real tower, a regular, old fashioned, rounda bout place, with walls thick enough to make Arim strong's mouth water; windows like loopholes: and a flat leaden roof, with battlements around it, "The proprietor of this medieval place was i couple of centuries or so in advance of it, certain ly : but still he was very old fashioned. He me' me at the gate in the most courtly manner; indeec I took him at first as a sort of heraldio butler, anc very neariy addressed him with: 'What, ho! sen eschal.' But, fortunately, he introduced himsell as Mr. Bantyen, before I had time to say it. "He showed me up to my room himself, wa; extremely anxious to make ine comfortable, anc apologized for everything. ilc v cu uy uitk/ft. uou auu uivuovuvuvi aaw nw his shin, which was open at the neck and turned back, and his arnas were hound. To thehardihood which supports many a miscreant in his last hour, and enables him to "die game," he could lay no claim, for his face was blanched with terror, he trembled in every limb, and was evidently nearly fainting. The mental agony of the poor wretch, added so much to the horror of the scene, that 1 could bear it no longer, and I was turning to go, when an exclamation from my companion stopped me. Seymour was habitually so quiet, indifferent, almost sleepy in his tone, that anything like energetic speech from his mouth was perfectly startling. I had known him from a boy, and never remembered his being excited before. I had seen him resisting the overcharge of an abusive cabman, in the midst of a Derby row, and in other situations calculated to stir the temper and set the tongue wagging freely, but his voice had never been raised or hurried. "My good man," he drawled on the Derby occasion, "if you do not get out of my way, and keep quiet, I must hit youand presently he did so, effectually, but quite coolly. So that I had come to look upon him as a well dressed red Indian, or dandy stoic, and half doubted at the moment, whether the cry of surprise could possibly come out of his mouth. One glance at his face assured me of that, however; he was leaning forward and gating at the scaffold with parted lips and straining eyes. "Lend me your glass," he cried; and after looking through the binocular a minute: "Yes, it is the man himself: no doubt about that. But there is one thing I want to make out, and can't. Here, your eyes are better than mine; take the glass and examine his face; it is turned this way now. Well, do you^ee any mark upon it ?" "No. Yes, I do ; there is a broad scar on his cheek." "Which cheek," cried Seymour, grasping my arm so hard that he hurt me. "The left," I replied. "Then, by heavens, I guessed right!" exclaimed Seymour, drawing a long breath. At another time, curiosity would have dictated a question, but at that moment the headsman began to bind the eyes of his Victim, and by a strange revulsion of feeling, I could not now help watching him. The business was neatly done; one sweep of the large sword, and the plotting brain was separated from the bad, cruel heart; the life-stream spurted up in one thick jet to the height of several feet, and all was over. We walked to the hotel, which was close by ; and after a bath and a change, I. found that the scene I had witnessed had made less impression T ftn + i'nlnotnfl nnr? T TVfi C nilltA "He was a portly old gentleman, with grey hair, prominent eyes, and rather a weak, nndecided expression of countenance, and he was dressed like one of Seymour's caricatures, in a short-waisted coat?namely, cut tfery high* in the collar?a tablecloth rolled round his neck for a tie, pantaloons and pumps. "When I was left alone, I inspected the room, the furniture of which would have set up a curiosity shop. It was pannelod with oak, and the heavy high-hacked chairs, the table, tall wardrobe, were all of the same dark material There was a queer mirror, composed of three pieces, set aslant at the further end of the room, so as to reflect everything in if in a dinfnrtwl fashinn : and a nair of duelling I swords were crossed over the high, carved chimneypiece. But the bed, my dear fellow, the bed! Why,it filled half the room, and must have been originally intended for an entire family; the hangings were thick and heavy, and the top like that of a hearse. Just the bed to lie in state in. "It was not altogethera cheerful apartment, but I could hear the grouse crowing through the open window, and that sound was lively enough to subdue any amount of upholstering gloom. I was sufficiently up in history to know that my host was dressed for dimer, so I put on evening things, and went down stairs. "The table was laid in the hall, and as I had to pass-through it to reach the drawing room door, I was received by a charming girl of twenty or thirty?I never can guess at the beardless dears' ages while they have figures and smooth eye-corners? and Mr. Bantyen intimated that he was a widower, and that this young lady, his only child, kept house for him. "And very well she kept it too, a nice little dinner she gave us. A capital manager she must have been, for everything had to be fetched from a tremendous distance, and a trifling slip of memory might have left the household without oil or Worcester sauce for a week. "She was a little bit shy at first, but quite selfpossessed, and evidently ruled the household, her father included. She was well educated ; read the papers and magazines, ^played the harp, sang, and was rather glad, 1 think, to have a civilized Deing to talk to. "I have shot over the moors in Scotland, where the grouse were more plentiful, certainly; but still the spovt was very fair, quite good enough for my purpose. The old gentleman went out with me every day, and shot very fairly, too, with an antique Manton, which had flint locks; he could do nothing with a percussion gun. ' In the evenings I played at piquet with him, or at chess with his daughter; and after pretty heavy surfeit of balls and dinners, that little bit of domestic quiet came in most acceptably. We soon got very friendly together, and in a fortnight I was quite like one of the family, and Mr. Bantyen told me all his private affairs. ''The.family property had once been very good, but a succession of extravagant possessors had mortgaged all that part upon which monev could be raised, and the barren heath with its old tower was about all that was left. However, the old gentleman had not always been quite so much straightened as he was at present, but misfortunes had befallen him during the last few yehrs, the principal being a scampish nephew of his dead wife, who had got his unfortunate uncle-in-law to be security for him in some affair or another, and had then been guilty of a dishonest trick, which that unoffending relative had to pay for. "You may well understand that I did not ask for any details upon .so unpleasant a subject; so, whether this black sheep had done anythfhg which was absolutely felonious 1 did not learn. At any rate it had cost Mr. Bantyen so dearly to get him out of the scrape, and then start him off to America, where he was supposed to be at present, that he had determined to try and raise a little money uy itauu^ ma 911UU11115. "It was an evident relief to the old gentleman to tell me all this, for he was a hospitable soul, and felt uncomfortable at taking my money. So, to relieve him, I told him anecdotes of rich men who let their shootings and sold their game. "September came and the birds got wild, but I liked my quarters so well that I stopped on. "One evening, as we came towards the tower, j after a hard day's walking, we met Miss Bantyen, who was in a s'ate of great agitation. '0 papa, Keymond is here !' she cried. Reymond was the troublesome nephew who ought to have been on . the other side of the Atlantic. "Poor Mr. Bantyen was very much perturbed by the news, and began apologizing to me; but 1 assured him, with perfect truth, that I was fond of studying different samples of my fellow creatures, and counted several scamps amongst my intimate acquaintances. In truth, I have enjoyed the society of many a man who, from his youth ; up, has been a source of anxiety to his friends, , but I never met a cooler card than this Reymond 1 Fletcher. "I did not much like the look of him ; I missed the rollicking, reckless look of the genuine mauvis sujet. His expression was crafty, greedy, and malicious, as well as impudent, and he impressed 1 one as being bad rather than mad. "He spoke of his unexpected appearance as a good joke, and compared himself to a bad shilling. He did the honors of the house, and attempted to patronize me. He tried likewise to impose upon me in the matter of the society he had mixed with, asking if I knew this man of the Rifle Brigade. : At last he mentioned one of my own regiment, and then I had to shut him up. " 'There must be some mistake,' said I. 'I will not deny that you are the bosom friend of every i man of my position in every other corps in the i service, if you say so, but none of the?know you, I am certain.' " I That cooled him a bit, and a minute or two afterwards, I intercepted a look which told me that he honored me with his particular hatred. Never theless, lie rather courted me, and tried his very best to make himself agreeable. > "Have you seen the ghost?" he asked me in ? the course of the evening. "I had thought something wanting in Deadmoor tower, and the question reminded me what it was. ' - ? 1 J - 'lit OUgOt 10 00 uauilieu , it wtui uusuiu uiui! 11 [ should not be haunted; and I at once demanded I her ghost of Miss Bantyen. She told me that > there certainly was the usual spiritual legend con nected with the old place. i A Jesuit conspirator, priest and soldier, had i been taken and killed, after a desperate resistance, i in my bedroom ; and witnesses, credible upon other ; matters, had declared that, they had seen his specter, enveloped in a cloak, pistol in hand, in 5 the fatal chamber, and had been duly frightened r into temporary insanity. I "I suggested that the witnesses had taken too much liquor when they saw the ghost, and that - the after-illness might be delirium tremens. Mr. ; Bantyen smiled politely, and said it was possible; , but though he considered that the Jesuit had been i laid for several years, probably by getting out of . purgatory, he evidently had a latent suspicion that t he really had haunted the place at one time. 1 "My host had procured me some partridge1 shooting at a few miles distance, so I stopped on, - though the tower was no very agreeable residence f now. Fletcher was an odious snob, and Mr. Bantyen, instead qf kicking him out of the house, was 3 so weak as to let hirii bully- him. 1 "I soon saw that the fellow was smitten with his pretty cousin, and hated me worse than ever for flirting with her, which, of oourse, one was bound to do a little; and as she evidently disliked and feared him, and was glad to $alk to me, in ordei to avoid him, I daresay there-xas a little apparent cause for his jealousy. Besides which, the presence of a stranger no douty interferred with hif designs upon Mr. Bantyen'a purse. "My leave was drawing to a close, however, and as I intended to spend the last week of it in London, the time came for me tQ quit Deadmoor; and on the last night, an extraordinary thing happened?I saw the phantom. "It was a wet and chilly night, and with that anxiety to make me comfortable which had actuated the Bantyens during my stay, a fire had been lighted in my bedroom. The first fire of the season is always pleasant, and I aat up later than usual to eqjoy it. I wrote several letters, and then, wheeling my chair ronnd to the hearth, I stirred up the coals, left the poker between the bars, lit a cigar, took up a book, and made myself happy. "I was sitting with my back to that part of the room where the bed was, and consequently facing the queer old mirror I told you of, which was set aslant at the other en I At about one o'clock one of my candles began to splutter in its socket, and looking up in consequence from my book, I saw reflected in the mirror the figure of the Jesuit 1 have no more faith in spirits.than a Sadducee, yet yet I was horribly frightened; so much so that I was very nearly starting up. Fortunately, however, I kept my presence of mind, and neither did jhat nor stare at the glass, but put out the flickering candle, brought the other nearer to me, leaned back on my large arm chair, and had another superstitious look at the mirror over the top ol my book. It was no fancy. There, close to the bed, not three yards behind me, stood the figure, in a slouching cavalier hat, and^wrapped in a riding cloak, with buff boots and spurs, a mask on his face, and a pistol in his hand. "Why the mask? I was reassured in a moment; it was a burglar aoting the ghost- to frighten the household into non-resistance?not the spiritual Father himself. The poker, which tad been lpfl left between the bars of the grate, was now redhot ; I grasped the handle, and began stirring the fire, at the same time whistling a tune. Then 1 drew a common chair towards me with my foot, as if meditating, putting my legs upon it, until ] could get hold of the back with my left hand. "These little preparations completed, I suddenly jumped up and turned round, with the chaii held before me as a shield, and the red-hot pokei in my right hand. "Now, my ghostly friend," said I, "just drop that pistol." "Instead of complying with this reasonable request, he cocked and levelled it at my head. "I instinctively raised my chair, and thrust the hot iron at him, touching him on the left cheek at the moment the pistol exploded. * * J *1 L. - ~l! .1! 1 "1 supposed ae escaped inrougn a suuiug puuei or a trap-door; I know that I went over backwards, chair and all. The bullet had gone through the seat, and then grazed my temple, not doing odj serious damage, but stunning me for a minute 01 so; so that when the household, alarmed by the report of the pistol, arrived, they found me anc the chair lying all of a heap, and the poker burning quite a hole in the floor. "Mr. Bantyen and his daughter were excessive ly distressed; and the house was searched, and i deal of fuss made?the most energetic member o: the household being Raymond Fletcher, who die not put in an appearance, but whose voice heard at the front door, intimating that he wa: going for the police. As he would have a gooc fifteen mile ride through the rain and over a dark moor before then- was a chance of his meeting will any member of the force, this readiness inspirec me with a suspicion, which is now turned intc a certainty. Raymond Fletcher lost his head thii morning, and I burned the left cheek of it thai night with the poker. "And did you leave Deadmoor Tower on the following morning?" "Yes, indeed; I was glad enough to get away I hate a fuss." "And what has become of the Bantyens ?" "I have not the remotest idea. We went abroac that winter, and I forgot aH about them till thii morning." "It was a queer adventure." "Was it not? Well, I sujfpose we must go anc do the picture gallery. Shall we dine at the table d'hote to-day?"?Chamber1 s Journal. Defrauding Extraordinary.?On Saturday last information reached Henry Porter, Esq., U States Commissioner, that a lot of liquor was se creted near Raleigh, by some unknown person and that an attempt would probably be made t< smuggle the same into the city. Whereupon he issued a warrant to Deputy Marshal J. S. Bryant to make search for, and seized the same if found Immediately upon receiving the warrant, this offi cer proceeded one mile and a half on the Avent'i Ferry road and found that the barrels had beer stored in an outhouse on the unoccupied premise: of S. H. Young. The officer then learned that th< liquor had just been sold to Charles Beasley, o Raleigh, and removed. He proceeded at once t< Beasley's house and found the liquor still on th< dray opposite his house. Beasley claimed that hi had purchased it from an unknown person for thi sum of $150. Marshal Bryant seized the five bar rels, and stored them in a building on Wilmingtor street. On Monday morning it was found that oni - - * ti?- 11? of the barrels had been leaking consmcruujy though there was no smell of liquor in the room This excited the curiosity of Mr. Bryant, and up on examination, it was found that a hollow tube holding between a pint and quart, had been fillet with liquor and placed in each of the barrels witl the open end immediately opposite the bung hole and that the barrels bad then been filled with wate ?in short, that the five barrels contained cnily fiv quarts of liquor. The perpetrator of this swindle is unknown, ant has not been arrested. He is described, upon th< information of those who saw him, as a man abou 22 years of age, five feet ten inches high, ligh hair and whiskers, and wore a goatee, and fron teeth very wide apart. He gave various names t< different persons with whom he conversed. ? % Thirty Centuries Old.?The oldest relic o humanity extant is the skeleton of the earliest Pha raoh, incased in its original burial robes and won derfully perfect considering its age, which was de posited eighteen or twenty months ago in thi British Museum, and is justly considered the mos valuable of its archaslogical treasures. The lid o the coffin which contained the royal mummy wa inscribed with the name of its occupant, Pharaol Mykeriraus, who succeeded the heir of the builde of the great pyramid, about ten centuries befori Christ. Only think of it! The monarch whos crumbling bones ana aeaimy luicguiucma are huv exciting the wonder of numerous gazerp in Londoi reigned in Egypt before Solomon was born, an< about eleven centuries or so after Misraim, th< grandson of old father Noah and the first of th< Pharaohs, had been gathered to his fathers! Why the tide mark of the deluge could scarcely havi been obliterated, or the gopher-wood kneetimber of the ark have rotted on Mount Ararat, whei this man of the early world lived, moved, and ha< his being! His flesh and blood were contemporar; with the progenitors of the great patriarch! Hi bones and shriveled skin are contemporary with th< nineteenth century, and the date of the Crucifixioi I is only about midway between his era and ours. 1 ^ttscrUanroMS fteMfag. THE TWO CIVILIZATIONS. Don Piatt, the witty and plain spoken W ashing1 ton correspondent of the Cincinnati Commercial, recently alluded, in one of his letters, to the strong ' love of home that prevails at the Soath, as forming the basis of muoh that he regards as admira1 ble in the Southern character. For this he was bitterly attacked by the Cincinnati Gazette. From the spirited rejoinder of Don Piatt we make some ; extracts: THE TWO CIVILIZATIONS, i A kind friend sent me the compliment of a column clipped from some issue of the Gazette, in i which the leading editor of that solemn old organ takes to pieces a part of my Arlington letter. I wish he bad not done it Like the famous coon, I would have come down had he given me a chance. I was ready to admit that I was under "stress of composition," and gave forth "the froth of a dull : imagination," after cudgeling "to bring forth a sentiment" There is so much delicate poetic fan - ? aI! ill * n a wn A n fVl OW1 1Q ' Cy UJ lUt) UUIUUIU* uJ luio vvuciauiD uigau?uiuivw 1 such a quantity of tender, touching sentiment in ' the sou) of this great financier, that I hasten to acknowledge my master, and beg forgiveness for : the sin of attempting sentiment on the heights of Arlington. I aay again, "An*. I thought he had been valiant, and so cunning in fence"?by Jove, i had I known that he would, even condescend to read my poor stuff, I would have cut the sentiment, and given him some solid figures, on which to feast his statistical soul, f Nay, I would have gone further, and confessed > that the Yankee love of locality surpassed in i strength all other love known to humanity. I would have ceased to indulge in that impious bei lief, once my favorite, that, had Adam and Eve been Yankees, they would not have waited for the Lord to expel them from the Garden of Eden, but ? would have emigrated long before, and gone to 1 speculating in wild lands. i would hav<4 sworn that the love of home was a great love in New England, and found expression in the quiet repose of the household, that was without parallel in the annals of humanity. I would have denied that it was common for children to quarrel over the support of the aged parent, or that the aged parent ever charged the dear children a weekly stipend for board. I would have repudiated with indignation the charge that the calendar of horrible crimes, instigated by a love of money shown by New England, is heavier than > that of any other civilized people known to the world. I would have shut my eyes to the matri' monial infelicities and divorces, that make that Yankee community, called Chicago, so famous. ! I would have sworn that the love of the homestead was so intense, that it passed down from generation to generation of tender Yankees, who would ' die in cold blood rather than part with a foot of i the loved locality, for a slight advance. I would ' have sworn to this, and more, if I could have r thought of it, rather than be stretched in torture ' along the leaded length of a column in this ancient ' journal. I I could have admitted much if not all of this, and yet maintained what I meant to assert. I had no idea of running a comparison between the moral condition of the North and that of the South. A 1 man may be as pure and upright as Charles Sumf ner, and yet have no love Of home or attachment 1 for the locality home has made sacred. He may 5 be a wicked man, and yet be attached to the sur' roundings made dear by feelings we hold in coml mon with the brute creation. The Arab in his : tent may be as good a creature, in a moral point 1 of view, as the Swiss peasant in his cottage. What I I endeavored to say in my letter was, that the love > of home existed at the South in a way unknown to ' New England. I never heard this disputed bet fore. And in this love of home I find the foundation for a better civilization than one based on 5 force, pride or property. The very illustrations offered by the editor prove the correctness of my > position. A man may adorn his dwelling with all that art and taste can supply, and ^et sell the house to strangers without a pang of regret.? ' Paintings and statuary and architecture may make 3 it valuable without making it precious. TTie fact that in our little town we have made our fight with . the world, that there the wife loved, believed in and trusted, and the dear children were born, or grew up and sickened and died, make it and all its surrounding dear to us beyond the more valuation r in money. I helped to burn houses in the She ?? ? . n i i .1 1 , nandoah V alley that were on iarms neia oy tne - same families since the days of the colony. Oar , New England friends would have snapped their ) fingers at the loss, for the value in money was j small; but the people of the valley fought to the , death for those homes, because they were homes. Of course, my friend will sneer at this, and call . it another gush of sentiment, gotten up to ortler. 3 It is common to do so, with people who, not feel1 ing it, fail to understand and appreciate. 3 Nor is his reference to emigration any happier. 3 A New Englander sells out to strangers, and seeks f new lands, from a wish to better his condition in a > pecuniary way. The Southerner leaves his home, as 3 a son goes out into the world, leaving the old horae2 stead in the keeping of the family, and cherishes 2 its memory with life. And in this way the South - has come to be one great family. And Virginia i seemed to reach out and embrace the vast territo3 ry such emigration had conquered. This is not , the civilization of New England. A man there . does not have a love for his home?but as the . learned editor tells us, with such charming naivete , he has a pride in it He adorns it with beautiful i 1 things, and then sella to the highest bidder. i The learned editor, who never gushes, differs , from me only in the facts he is pleased to question, r We both believe, I presume, that the true definie tion of patriotism is a love of family widened to etobracq a community we call country. A civiliza1 tion based on this is the better civilization. Wc 3 cannot base it on pride, nor a sense of possession, i t nor upon property, and have the true thing; and t the evils of the one and the good of the other runs t through all departments. A distinguished states3 man, lately called to public life, after an absence of twelve years, said to me, not long since : "Those Southern fellows were very unreasonable * and troublesome, but they would not steal." The government now is run on stealings, and ' fraud rots its foundations. The Southern soldiers marched without pay, 2 and fought with poor food, and slept without tents, 1 and sometimes without blankets. f Every soldier of the government cost us a mils lion, through the frauds of contractors and the i stealings of officials. r We build on property, and take pride in display, e We are blessed with a civilization that makes our - t 2 government a vast macnine to crusn me puvi buu 7 build np the rich. The able editor, day after day, a deplores this state of affairs, and calls aloud for 1 reformation. But then he does not gush, he has b no sentiment. Cool as a dog's nose, he rebukes b those who feel sad to weeping; and with the cheap , wit of a good memory for Dickens, laughs to scorn e the mourners. s I do not propose being driven, in my difference, a to extremes. I agree with the Gazette, that there 1 is much in New England civilization to be proud y of, and that it was very pretty in one out of a s thousand at the South to visit fashionable watering e places at the North, in summer. I wish the South a had a better knowledge of agriculture. New England has no end of villas, built after Downing, that | are splendid show places, and a vast number of churches, academies, lyceums, libraries ; and it has Charies Sumner, and bad Daniel Webster; and the poor 8outh was cursed with slavery; and so we have pride in New England, and in doty bound should be ashamed of the South. Nevertheless, there was a love of family aod a love of home that more than balanced the acoount, and gave^ in fact, the bettor oiviUaation of the two. Still; keeping in vi$w that I am not called upo? to consider the difference, In morality, between the two sections, but as an illustration of the civilization* of one, . I venture to call attention to a little book before me, by Professor Storer, of Boston, in which he tells us that the love of offspring in New England is such that the land is being depopulated of Yankees through the wholesale murder of the innocents; and to certain statistics furnished by the Society of Social Science, that go to prove that the homes of New England are rapidly passing into the hands of foreigners. . I leave my sarcastic friend to settle these nelv results of New England1 civilization with his neighbor!. Sheik Saadi and the Ca-ViEl.?The following! story is related by Persians, intending to show the smartness of their favorite poet, Sheik Saadi: ? j Saadi was taking his evening stroll toward the gardens outside of Shiraz, when his attention was drawn to a plot of clover, which had been eaten aH round the edges and the centre left, .Seeing by the footprints that it had been a camel grazing, he commenced thinking why it had not eaten into the centre. He at last came to the conclusion that the! camel must have been blind of one eye. On going round to the corner of the plot, be1 found it had there been unloaded. Noticing where the animal had kneeled while his load was removed, he saw on one aide a lot of "maggus," large hies, and on the other a lot of smaller ones, "p&-< sha." After thinking for some time what could be the cause of these two sorts of flies accumulating, he concluded that one side of the load had been meat and the other side sugar. Seeing near the spot the imprints of a woman's shoes, and also seeing the marks of her hands, he concluded, that she had been a stout woman, and had put her hands on the ground to assist her iu rising. With this he moved on. Presently he was overtaken by a man, who inquired if he had seen a camel. "Had it only one eye ?" asked Saadi ; "By the beard of the prophet, you are right," answered the man. "And was it loaded part meat and part sugar?" "As I am your sacrifice, you are rights" "And had it a stout woman withit?" "By the holy Kebla, it had." "Well," said Saadi, "I have seen oothing.of your camel." At which the fellow got iu a passion and beat Saadi with a stick, asking him how if was possible to describe the catnel abd its appurtenances so correctly if he had not seen it. Ever after this, Sheik Saadi advised his friends not to prevaricate, "O minti* rrat tlrMghlu) fni> tVlAU* rminn Tt M ftO VJl^JT UllgUV gv? VUIHUUvu SV? % UVM |^w.wi ? also a standing saying, used in the following manner: If a person wishes another to keep a secret he asks him, "Hare yon seen my camel?" If the person intends to say nothing about what be knows, he answers, "I have not seen its footmarks." Public Gaming in Nbw Orleans.?For the first time, in many years, gambling, sanctioned by legal authority, was last evening to be seen in New Orleans; for at 59 St Charles street, was then thrown open to the public the first licensed gambling saloon, provided for in a recent enactment by the State Legislature. Approaching the spot last evening we saw quite a number of people standing on the adjoining sidewalk, down upon which shone the light of a bright lamp, illuminating the figures "59." The bystanders and passers-by now and then pushed open the green baize doors, to peer in at the great crowd which had gathered within. Entering, one saw a motley assemblage, most of them playing, many only looking on. The room is not large. The walls are handsomely papered, handsome chandeliers are pendant from the ceiling, and along a portion of one side of the room a bar, with its glittering array of many hued glasses and ornaments, attracts the visitor's attention. There are courteous colored men in waiting. And the crowd? what a heterogeneous gathering it was?men with mugs scarred by vicissitudes and conflicts innumerable ; men with quiet, gentlemanly mien; respect able men and rogues; men who dread a glance from the police; men who can look anybody in the eye?all were there, some betting, some wondering whether they should bet or not, and some firmly resolved not to bet at alL There is a rondo table nearest the door. It is as large as a billiard table, and around it alone were crowded t*o or three score of players. Then there is a roulette table, a faro table and two or three other tables, all interesting evidently to the players, who swarm about them, making locomotion about the apartment anything but easy. Everything was quiet and orderly, however, although no polioemen were visible. Other institutions, of a similar character, are to be shortly opened, we learn.?Nl 0. Crescent. A Great Bridge.?Work on the bridge over the East River, between New York and Brooklyn, will soon begin. The New York Sun says concerning this magnificent enterprise: The board of consulting engineers adjourned yesterday, after a careful examination of the plans and theories of the constructing engineer, Mr. Robling. The first point on which they unanimously decided was that there is nothing impossible in the building of a suspension bridge of so great a span as sixteen hundred feet On the Brooklyn side there is a substratum of boulders which the current cannot act upon or wash away. But on the New York side the foundation would have to be laid upon a quicksand. The borings showed that this quicksand is not a recent deposit but the original decomposed rock which has lain numberless ages just where it is now. The weight of each tnnrnr in to Via SArpnfr-firA t.hoilRflnd tOTlS. To dlS tribute this vast weight so that no part of the pressure on the bore shall be over four tons per foot, Mr. Roebling proposes that the area of the foundation shall be one hundred and -sixty-five feet long and one hundred feet broad. This area will be composed of huge timbers resting on the sand and bearing the masonry work of the tower upon it The timber will be twenty feet thick, and this mass of twenty feet by one hundred and sixty-five feet by one hundred feet will be securely bolted into obe solid frame, so that the weight of the tower above can never deflect it in the slightest degree at any point. As to the durability of the timber, the uniform judgment of the board is that when sound timber is imbedded, free from fluctuations of temperature, and at a depth below the action of the tides, it is simply indestructible and everlasting. Mr. Roebling's plans having been approved, the committee will begin work without delay. The German Element in the United States. ?From a recent article in the New York Herald we learn that the entire German population in this country, counting in those of German deacent in the first generation and their offspring, still retaining the language and habits of their parents, is from 10,000,000 to 12,000,000, with a voting power of perhaps over 1,000,000. There is New York city with more German inhabitants than any city in Germany except Vienna and Berlin. There are probably not four cities in the fatherland that have a larger* German population than Pbiladel phia, and we have more cities in this country containing over 30,000 German readentsthan perhaps the whole North German Confederation excepting the old capitals and the centres of transoceanic commerce. There ere about as many political journals published is die Germaw language daily and weekly, in (his country as io all Germany, and twice as many of these papers here have a circulation of 10,000 and_ over as in the old country. ??:?? # Getting dlntffirfor a Minister.?The following is a good illustration of the free and easy habits of pioneer life. Some families might feel relieved if they could obtain a supply for their tables, when entertaining the minister, on as easy terms: Mr. Bascom travelled two years in die mountainous region of Kentucky. The country was rough, and the people generally poor. Bat the romantic willingness of the country was congenial to his feelings, and he enjoyed the rude hospitality ? of the sincere hearted foresters. He used to tell, with much apparent pleasure, of a dinner heenjoyedwith particular satisfaction. He was preaching once in a cabin, which was at once church and dwelling. The people were listening with seriousness and attention to the troths of the Gospel, when in the very midst of his sermon, his host, who satnear the door, suddenly rose from his seat, snatched the gun from its wooden brackets npon which it lay against the joiat, went hastily out and fired it off; and returning, pat the gun in its place and quietly seated himself to hear the remainder of the sermon. The whole affair hardly consumed as much time -" as it requires to read this account of it, hud in a very fewmomentt all waa going oa as smoothly as if no interruption had occurred. After service was ended, Bascom inquired of the man the meaning of his strange conduct "Sir," said he, "we are entirdy out of meat, and I was perplexed to know what we should give you for dinner, and it was preventing me from enjoying the sermon, when the Good One sent a flock of wild tnrkeys this way; I happened to see them, took my gnn and killed two at a shot, my mind frit easy, ,and I enjoyed the remainder'of the sermon with satisfaction." Remarkable Marriage.?The Americas (Go.) Courier relates the particulars of a case in that oouotrf in which the bride waa betrothed to three brothers. and married to two of them, which iB rather remarkable: ^ Cn the 6th of August, 1866, a young man came to Americus and procured lioeuse to marry an estimable young lady, residing several miles from this eity, went home, and was married in the afternoon of that day. He was attacked by a congestive chill, which terminated in his death the following Saturday, the stricken bride following his remains to their last resting plaoe, .clothed in the same suit in which her heart had been made glad by becoming his bride. On the following August (1667,) the second brother of the same family came to Americus for the same purpose which had brought the deceased one year previous. On his way home, rejoicing in happy anticipation of making the worthy widow of his lost brother his own bride, he was caught in a heavy rain, and arrived at home with his clothing thoroughly saturated, from which he was taken with a congestive chill the same evening" and died the evening previous to the marriage, which was to have taken place the following Sabbath. Again, instead of listening to the merry ringing of the ifarriage bells, the death knell was heard and a funeral procession took the place of the marriage feast. Some time daring last month the third brother of the deceased procured license and was happily married to the twice-bereaved lady. A sharp Doctor.?Doctor Waloott, die celebrated Peter Pindar, was an eccentric character, and had a great many queer notions of his own. A good story Is told by one of his ootemporaries of the manner in which he tricked his publisher. The latter, wishing to buy the oopyright of his works, offered him by letter a life annuity of ?200. The Doctor, learning that the publisher was very anxious to purchase, demanded ?300. In reply, the latter appointed a day on which he would call on the Doctor and talk the matter over. At the day assigned the Doctor received him in entire dishabille, even to the nightcap; and having aggravated the sickly look of a naturally cadaverous face by purposely abstaining from the use of a razor for some days, he had all the appearance of a candidate for quick consumption. Added to this, the crafly author assumed & hollow and most supulchral cough, such as would excite the pity of even a sheriff's officer. The publisher, however, refused giving more than ?200, till suddenly the Doctor broke out into a violent fit of coughing, which produced an offer of ?250. This the Doctor peremptorily refused, and was seized, almost instantly, with another even more frightful and longer protrns>t?wt attack. thai, noarlv suffocated him : when the publisher, thinking it impossible that such a man could live long, raised his offer, and closed with him at ?300. The old Doctor lived twentyfive or thirty years afterwards. Strange Nuptials.?Some time since a well known young gentleman appeared at one of onr metropolitan churches with a very beautiful young lady, and, invoking the servioes of the minister, was immediately united to her in marriage. The lady appeared deeply agitated, and there was a 1 stern determination visible on the oountenance of the youth?a pale angry face?evincing anything but joy in the nuptials. As soon as the ceremony was concluded the man turned to the lady with the remark: "I have kept my promise now?you are married- to me; but I will never look on your face again." There was a frantic appeal in the girl's actions and tears; she begged, implored him to recall his his words?nromised some wild things better left unprinted?and then sank fainting to the floor. The man tnmed on his heel and quitted the apartment What did it mean ? The simple relation of facts look like the coloring of romance, yet are they true in every particular. When it is further stated that the parties are of high sooial position, have numerous relations, and that they were utterly unattended, the mystery will appear more strange. Their friends have tried vainly to reconcile the matter. An obstinate silence greets every appeal in behalf of the lady, and she, if indeed she can, refuses any explanation. # I Trn Buffaloes' Luxury.?The buffaloes . found in the telegraph poles of the overland line a new source of delight on the treeless prairie?the novelty of having something to scratch against But it was expensive scratching for the telegraph company; and there, indeed, was the rub, for the bisons shook down miles of wire daily. A bright idea struck somebody to send to St Louis and Chicago for all the brad-awls that could be purchased ; and these were driven into the poles, with a view to wound the animals, and check their rubbing propensity. Never was a greater mistake. The buffaloes were delighted. For the first time they came to the scratch, sure of a sensation in their thick hides that thrilled them from horn to tail, They would go fifteen miles to find a bradawl. They fought huge battles around the poles containing them, and the victor would proudly* olimb the mountainous heap of rump and bump of the fallen, and scratch himself into bliss until the brad-awl broke or pole came down. There has > been no demand for brad-awls from the Kansas region since the first invoice.