Mt. Vernon Republican (Mount Vernon, Ohio : 1854), 1855-09-04

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Secretary of the Republican Printing "Co From Franer'i Magazine. . An Angel in the Way. Fair the downward path i spread, Lore and light thy coming (treat, Fruit is blushing o'er thy head, Flower are growing 'neath thy feet. Mirth and tin, with tossing hands, Wave thee on, a willing prey ; Yet an instant pause there Hand I An angel in the way. Heed the heavenly warning ; know Fairest flowers thy feel may trip ; Fruit, that like the sunset glow, Turn to ashes on the lip. Though the joys be wild and free, Even mortal eye can see An angel in the way. Wilt thou drown in worldly pleasure t Wilt thou have, like him of old, Length of days and otoro of treasure t Wisdom, glorv, power, and gold t , Life and limb shall sickness waste, Want shall grind thee day by day, Still to win ihee, God bath placed An angel iu the way. Trusting all on things that perish, Shall a hopeless faith be thine T Earthly idol wilt thou cherish Bow before an earthly shrine t Hect rebuke to mortal love, Yearning for achild of clay, . a Death ahallrross thy path, and prove An angel in the way. Fhen. the prophet sought to sin, Tempted by his heataen guide ; . , When a prince's grace to win, Prophet lips would fain have lied ; Even the brute the same controlled, Found a human voice to.say, " Master, smite me not : behold i An angol in the way I" 8o, when vice to lure her slave, ' Woos hi in down the shining track, Spirit hands are stretched to save, Spirit voices warn him back. . Eeart of man, to evil prone, Chafe not at thy sin s delay, .- Bow thee humbly down, and own '" An angel in the way. ' . ?L '; , ID", The following Literary Mosaic we hope yir literary readora will carefully preserve.. Entitled Stanxas to , orO.i , as the case may be, we think it cannot fail to prove useful. The curfew tolls the knell of parting day In every clime, from Lapland to Japan ; To fix one spark of beauty's heavenly ray, The proper study of mankind is man. Tell for you can what is it to be wise. Sweet Auburn, loveliest village of the plain I The man of Ross, each lisping babe replies, And drags, at each remove, a lengthening CUttlU. Ah 1 who can tell how hard it is to climb Far as the lolar walk or milky way J Procrastination is the thief of time, Let Hercules himself do what he may. 'Tit education forms the common mind, The feast of reason and the flow of soul-It must be cruel only to be kind, .And waft a sigh from Indus to the pole. Syphax, I joy to meet the thus alone, . Where'r I roam, whatever lauds I see ; A youth to fortune and to fume unknown, In maiden meditation fancy free. Farewell I and wheresoe'er thy voice be tried, Why to yon mountain turns the gazing eye f With spectacles on nose and pouch on side, That teach the native moralist to die. Pity the sorrows of the noor old man. Whose beard, descending seewps his aged "g wnere we mast, t. candid where we T i , . can, Man never is, but always to be bleat. The Long Ago. Oh 1 a Wonderful stream is the river Time, ' An it runs through the realms of teara, With a faultless rhythm. and a musical rhyme And a broader sweep, and a surge sublime, And blends with the ocean of yean. How the winters are driftinglike flukes of snow Ana tne summers lilmhuda WtMi. And tbe years in the sheaf so thev coma and nd the years in the sheaf so they coma I they go, i the river'a breast, with its ebb and flow, As it glide, in the shadow and sheen. On There is a magical isle op the river Time, Where the softest of airs are playing ; There', a elondless sky and a tropical clime, And a song as sweet as a vesper chime . And the Junes with the roses are staying. And the name of this isle is the Long Ago, And W OUT our treuuiro (ham There ar. brows of beam nd There are heaps of dust, but we loved them so I . ri sre riukt nd tresses of hair. Ther. ar. fragment, of song that nobody ling. , a... rv ui an imam , prayer ; There", a lute unawept and a harp without There are broken vow., and pieces of ring., 'And the garments she used to wear. There are hand, that an waved when th. fairy Br the mirage i. lifted in atr ; ' And w. .ometime hear, through th. turbulent roar, I. j , fTrd ,D th days gone before, When the wind down the river is fair. Oh I remembered for ay. be th. blessed isle. All the day of lifa till night- , , ' When the evening comas with iu beautiful smil. And our eye. are closing to slumber awhile, May that " greenwood" of soul be in eight. Tbi editor of the Brownsville Flay ought to be attended to. Here him : The fact is, we would bare given all tbe qitoin in the Flag office for one .from the owner of two sparkling II that we'o there. Ye. we'll Uvck to that and my I would we not face a regiment of f f , ay tt, to give proof that we are correct. We would bless the whole by gj, and though our bank were exhanBtedrdttem our hnppi nes. wiinout. i. irue. every word. every word, or jlsid be the ir that writes tbis 'J. , Jt Qthii iltisccllani). Deitructlon of the Inquisition. In 1809, Col. Lehman wosky was attach ed to that part of Napoleon', army which wai situated in Madrid. " While in this city," laid Col. L " I used to speak freely among the people about priests and Jesuit., and the Inquisition." It had been decreed by the Emperor Napoleon that the Inoui sition Monasteries should be suppressed ; but the decree, like some of the laws enacted in this country, was not executed.-Months had passed away, but the prisons of the Inquisition were still unopened. One night about 10 or 11 o'clock, as Col. L. was walking the street, of Madrid, two armed men sprang upon bun from an alley, and made a fuiious attack. He instantly drew his sword, and put himself in a position of defense, and while struggling nun uiein saw at a an tanne tne lignl ot tbe patrols French soldiers mounted, who carried lanterns, and rode through the streets of the city at all hours of the night, to preserve order. He called to them in French, and, as they hastened to his assistance, the assailants took to their heels and escaped ; not, however, before he saw by their drees that they belonged to the guards of the Inquisition. 1 The Colonel went immediately to Marshal Soult, theu Governor of Madrid, and told him what had taken place, and re-reminded him of the decree to suppress this Inquisition. Marshal Soult replied that he might go and destroy it. Col. L. told him that his regiment (the 9th of the Polish Lancers) was not sufficient for such a service, but if he would give him an additional regiment the 17th, he would undertake the work. The 17th regiment was under the command of Col. De Lile, who is now, like Col. L., a minister of the gospel, and pastor of an Evangelical church, in Marseilles, France. " The troops required were granted, and I proceeded (said Col. L.) to the Inquisition, which was situated about five miles from the city. It was surrounded by a nail of great strength, and defended by a company of soldiers. When we arrived at the walls, I addressed one of the sentinels, and summoned the holy fathers to surrender to the Imperial army, and open the gates of the Inquisition. The sentinel, who was standing on the wall, appeared to enter intd conversation for a moment with some one within, at the close of which he presented his musket and shot one of my men! 'This was the signal for attack, and I ordered my troops to Sre upon those who appeared up on the walls. - " It was soon obvious that it was an' une qual warfare. ' The walls of the Inquisition were covered with the soldiers of the holy office ; there wa also a breast-work upon the wall, behind which they but partially exposed themselves as they discharged their muskets. Our troops were in the open 'lain, exposed to a destructive fire. We ad nocannon, nor could we scale thelwalls, and the gates successfully resisted all at tempts at forcing them. I could not retire and send for cannon to break through the walls without giving them time to lav a train and blow us up. I saw that it was necessary to change the mode of attack, and directed some trees to be cut down and trimmed, to be used as battering rams. Two of these were taken by a detachment; of men, as numerous as could work to an ' advantage, and brought to bear upon the 1 walls with irreat force, while their comrades kept up a fire to protect them from the fire poured upon them from the walls. Pres. ently the walla began to tremble, a breach was made, and the Imperial troops rush ed into the inquisition. Here was met with an incident which nothing but Jesuiti cal effrontery is equal to. The Inquisitor general, followed by the father confessors m their Driest v robes, all came out of the r rooms, as we were makinc our war into .. . the interior of the Inouisition. and with long faces, and their armes crossed over their breasts, their finsrers reatinir on their snouiders, as though they had been deal to all the noise of the attack and defense. ... . . . . . and bad iust learned what was poino- on. they addressed themselves in the language ot rbuke to their own soldiers, saying, Whydoyoufi(jUowfnttui3,thFrtncbr' Their intention, no doubt, was to make us think this defense was wholly unauthor. iied by them, hoping if they could make' tbe same place, which suspended the cir-us believe that they were friendly, they culation in a few moments, and put the should have a better opportunity, in the confusion of the morri;nl, to escape. Their Brtifice was too shallow, and did not sue-1 ceed. I caused them to be placed under' guard, and all the soldiers of the Inquisi-1 . . . iion to do secured as prisoners, we then proceeded to examine all the rooms of the stately edifice. We passed through room! after room ; found all perfectly in order, richly furnished, with altars and crucifixes, the wax candles in abundance, but could discover no evidence of iniquity being practiced there nothing of those peculiar teatures we expected to find in an Inquisi tion. . We found splendid paintings, and a rich and extensive library. Here was beauty and splendor, and the most perfect order on which my eyes had ever rested. ine architecture the proportions were perfect. The ceiling and floors of wood were scoured and highly- polished. The marble pavements were arranged with strict regard to order. There was every thing to please the eye and gratify a culti vated taste but where were those nornd instruments of torture of which we had been told, and where those dungeons in wbicn human being, were ssid to be burled alive f ' We searched in vain. The holy ainers assured as that they had been be .. . . ... . - lied ; that we had seen all i and I was pre pared to give tip the search, convinced that UI. T -T I n . .i tuis luuuisii on was a nereni irom omen of which I bad heard. But Col. De Line was not so ready as myself to relic quish our investigation, and said to me, Colonel, you are commander to-day, and as von lav. ao it moat be : but if yoy Will be advised by me, let this marble floor be eximined. Let water be brought arid poured upon it, and we will watch and lee if there i; any place through which It passes more freely than othen. I replied to him, " Do as you pleaae. Colo cording!. Theslabiof marble were large. nel, ana oraerea water to be brought ac and beautifully polished. Whon water bad been poured over the floor, much to the dissatisfaction of the Inquisitors, a careful examination was made of every seam in the floor, to see if the water passed through, Presently Colonel De Lile exclaimed that be had lound it. By the side of one of these marble slabs the water passed through last, as though there was an opening be neath. All hands were now at work for further discovery ; the officers with their swords, and tbe soldiers with their bayonets, seeking to clear out the seam and pry up the slab ; others with the butts of their muskets striking the slab with all their might to break it, while the priests remonstrated against our desecrating their holy and beautiful home. While thus engaged, a soldier, who was striking with the butt of ins musaet, struct a spring and tne slab flew up. Then the face of the Inquisitors grew pale as Belshazzar, when the hand writing appeared on the wall ; they trembled all over. Beneath the marble slab, now partly up, there was a stair-case. I stepped to the altar, and took from the candlestick one of the candles, four feet in length, which was burning, that I might explore the room below. As I was doing this, I was arrested by one of the Inquisit ors, who laid his hand gently on my arm, and with a very demure and sanctimonious look, saiil, " My son, you must not take those lights with your bloody hands, they are holy." "Well," I said, "I will take a holy thing to shed light upon iniquity ; I will bear the responsibility." I took the candle and proceeded down the stair-case. As we reached the loot of the stairs, we entered a large square room, which was called the Hall of Judgment. I then centre of it was a huge block, and a chain fastened to it. On this they had been accustomed to place the accused, chained to seat. Un one side of the room was an elevated seat, called the Throne of Judgment. This the Inquisitor-general occupied, and on either side were seats less elevated, for the priestly fathers, while engaged in the solemn business of the Holy inquisition. From this room we proceeded to the right, and obtained access to small cells, and here such sights were presented as we hope never to see again. These cells were places of solitary con finement, where the wretched objects of Inquisitional hate were connned, year after year, till deatn released them trom their sufferings, and there their bodies were suf fered to remain until they, were entirely decayed, and the rooms bad become fit for others to occupy. To prevent this from becoming offensive , to, those who occupied the Inquisition, there were flues or tubes extending 'up to, carry off the odor. In these cells we found the remains of those who had paid the debt of nature ; some of ! them hd bten dead apparently but a short time, wlnle ot ouitrs uoiliin; remained but the bones, still chained to the floor of their dungeons. ' In other cells, we found living sufferers of both sexes, and of every age, trom three score years and ten down to fourteen or fifteen years, all naked as when born into tbe world, and ail in cnains. nere were old men an aged women, who bad been shut up for years. Here, too, were the middle aged and young man, and tne maiden ot lourteen years old. The soldiers immediately went 10 work to release these captives from their chains, and took from their knapsacks their overcoats, and other clothing, which they gv 'hem to cover their nakedness. They were exceedingly anxious to brimr them ' out to the light of day ; but being aware j ot tne danger, i naa ioou given mem, and j then brought them gradually to the light, as they were able to bear it, We then proceeded to explore another room on the lelt. Here we lound the in struments of torture of every kind which 'he ingenuity of man or devils could in- vent. wi. u. uBscrioes lour oi tnese , i . . ..mi.. nornd instruments; iuo ursi was machine by which the victim was secured, ?nd 'hen, beginning with their fingers, every joint in the hands, arms, and body, was . I J .1 " ....! oroaen, or urawu, uue ur nuuiuer, unm : to sufferer died. The second was a box, 1 in which the bead and neck of the accused WM , closely screwed that be could not move iu any wy. ua mo uox was a .vessel, irom wuion ono urop oi water a second fell upon the head of the victim, , every successive drop falling precisely upon ' sufferer in the most excruciating agony. i,,e l"na WM an 1D,ernai machine, laid horiiontally, to which the victim was bound ; this Instrument was then placed between two beams, in which were scores i: I L . . I . ! . nive, b uacu w uy mming ma mi' chine with a crank, the flesh of the suffer er M torn froin tno 'imD' 'ln ma11 pieces. The fourth surpassed the others in fiendish ingenuity. Its exterior was a beautiful woman, or large doll, richly dressed, with arms extending ready to embrace its vie urns. Arouna ner ieet a semicircle was drawn. The victim who passed over this fatal mark touched a spring, which caused the diabolical engine to open its armj,c!ajp him, and a thousand knives out him into as many pieces, in tbeir deadly embrace." Col. L. said that the light of these engines of infernal cruelty, kindled the rage of the soldiers to fury. They declared that every Inquisitor and soldier of the Inquisition should be put to the torture. Their rage was ungovernable. Col. L. did not oppose them : they might have turned their arms against him if be bad attempted to arrest their work. They began with the holy fathers. Tbe first they put in the machine for breaking joints. The torture of the Inquisitor put to death by the dropping of water on his bead, was most excruciating. The poor man cried out in agony to bo taken from tbe fatal machine. Tbe Inquisitor-General was brought before the infernal engine called "The Virgin." lie begged to be excuied. "No," laid 'hey, " you have caused others to kiss her, and cow you must doit." They interlocked their bayonets so as to form large forks, and with these they pushed him over tbe deadly circle. The beautiful image instantly prepared for tbe embrace, clasped him in its arms, and be waseut into innumerable piece. : Col. L. said that be witnessed tbe torture of four of them ; hii heart sickened at the awful seepe, ,qd he left the soldiers to wreak their vengoanoe on the last guilty inmate of that prison-house of bell. In the meantime, it was reported through Madrid that the prisons of tho Inquisition were broken open, and multitudes hastened to the fatal spot. And oh I what a meeting was there I It was like a resurection. About a hundred of those who had been buried for many years were now restored to life.' There were fathers who found their long-lost daughters ; wives who were restored to their husbands, sisters to their brothers, and parents to their children ; and there were some that could recognize no friend among the multitude. The scene was such as no tongue can describe. ' When the multitude had retired, Col. L. caused the library, paintings, furniture, etc, to be removed, and having sent to the city for a wagon-load of powder, he deposited a large quantity in the vaults beneath' the building, and placed a slow matoh in connection with it. All withdrew to a certain distance, and in a few moments the assembled multitude beheld a most joyful sight. The walls and turrets of the massive structure rose majestically towards the heavens, impelled by the tremendous explosion, and then fell back to the earth a heap of ruins I My Husband. A PRETTT SKETCH FROM REAL tIFI. My husband is a very strange man. To think how he could have grown so provoked about such a little thing as that scarlet scarf. Well, there is no use in trying to drive him, I've settled that in my mind. But he can bo coaxed can't he though ? And from this time shan't I know how to manage him ? Still there is no use denying Mr. Adams is a strange man. You see it was this morning at breakfast, I said to him, " Henry, I must have one of those ten dollar scarfs at Stewart's. They are perfectly charming, and will correspond with my maroon velvet cloak. I want to go this morning and get one before they are all gone." " Ten dollars don t grow on every bush, Adeline, and just now times are pretty hard, you know," he answered in a dry. careless sort of tone, which irritated me. Beside that, I knew he could afford to get me tbe scan, just.as well as not, only per haps 'my manner of requesting it did not quite suit! ms lorusnip. " Gentlemen whd can afford to buy satin vests at ten dollars a piece, can have no motive but penu'riousness for objecting to give ineir wives as mucn ior a scan, ' i retorted, fglaricing at the money, which, a moment belore, he bad laid by my plate, requesting me to procure one for him ; he always trusts me in those matters. I spoke angrily, and should have been sorry lor it lue nt-XE moment, it he had not answered : " You will then charge it to my penuri ousness, I suppose, when I tell you that you cannot have another ten dollars." . " Well, then, I will take this and get a scan, x ou can do without a vest this tall," and I took up the bill and left the room. for he did not answer. " I need it, and must have it!" was my mental observation, as I washed my tear-swollen eyes and adjusted my hair for a walk on Broadway ; but all the while there was a whispering at my heart, " Do not do it. Go and buy the vest for your husband," and at last the inner voice triumphed. I bought the vest and brought it home. " Here it is, Henry ; I selected the color that I thought would suit you best. Isn't it rich 1" I said, as I unfolded the vest after dinner j for somehow my pride was all gone. I had felt so much happier since I had given up the scarf. ' He did not answer me, but there was such a look of tenderness filling his dark eyes as his lips fell on my forehead, that it was as much as I could do to keep from crying out. But the cream of the story is not told yet. At night, when he came to tea, he threw a little bundle into my lap. I opened it, and there was the scarlet scarf, the very one that I set my heart upon at Stewart's yesterday. " Oh, Henry," I said, looking up and trying to thank him, but my lips trembled and the tears dashed over the eyelashes ; and he drew my head to his heart and smoothed down my curls, and murmured the old loving words in my ear, while I cried there a long time, but my tears were such sweet ones. He is a strange man, my husband, but he is a noble one, too, only it is a little hard to find out sometimes ; and it seems to me my heart says more earnestly to-night than it ever did before (iod bless him. Wombs. It is seldom that Julius Caesar Hannibal says any thing worth quoting: but the following is good : " Dey may rail against wimmen as much as dey like ; dey can't set me up against dem. I hab always in my life found dem fust in lub, fust in a quarrel, fust in de dance, de fust in de ice-cream saloon, and fust, best, and de last in de sick-room. " What would we ooor debbles do wid- out dem f Let us be horn as little, as ugly, and as helpless as you please, and a woman's arms am open to receib us. She il am who gubi ns our first dose of castor ile, and puts close 'pon our helpless, naked limbs, and cubbers up our foots and tosei in long flannel petticoat. ; and it am .he, wbo, as we grow, up, nils our dinner-bas kets wid de doenuU and apples, as we start to skool, and licks ni when we tears our trowiers." t3T" Aminadab, wbo is Cupid?" " On i of the boys. He is said to he as blind as a bat ; but if he is blind he'll do to travel. ' He found his way into Aunt Nab's affections, and I wouldn't have thought that any critter to oreation eould have worked himself into such narrow arrangements with his eyes shut." i3TTb Lawrenteburg (Iod.) Register mentions that from an eminence near that town, sixteen thousand acres of corn may bs seen in one body, divided only by a few fences. It is thought that this corn field will yield one million bushels of corn. What are the gold diggings of California lompired to this t H , . . . d , pioneer Cife. A Thrilling Narrative. James Morgan was anatlve of Maryland, married at an early age, and soon after let tied near Bryant's station in the wilds of Kentucky. Like most pioneers of tbe West ne nad cut down the cane, built a cabin, deadened the timber, enclosed a field with a worm fence, and planted tome corn. It was on the 7th of August, 1702. The sun had descended ; a pleasant breeze was playing through the surrounding wood; the cane bowed under its influence, and the broad leaves of tbe corn waved in the air. Morgan bad seated himself in the door of his cabin, with bis infant on bis knee. His young and happy wife hud laid aside her spinning wheel and was busily engaged In preparing the frugal meal. That after noon be accidentally found a bundle of letters, which be had finished reading to his wife before he had taken bis seat in the door. It was a correspondence in which they acknowledged an early and ardent attachment for each other, and the perusal left evident traces of joy in the faces of both ; the little infant, too, seemed to partake of its kind parents' feelings, by its cheerful smiles, playful hurnor, and infantile caresses. While thus asreeablv employed, the report of a rifle was heard, another followed in quickjsuccession. Morgan sprang to his feet, his wife ran to the door, and they simultaneously exclaimed " Indians I" The door was immediately barred, and the next moment their fears was realized by a bold and spirited attack of a small party of Indians. 1 ne cabin could not be successfully de fended, and time was precious. Morgan, cool, brave, and prompt, soon decided. wmie he was in the act of concealing his wife under the floor, a mother's feelings overcame her she arose, seized the infant. but was afraid its cries would betray her place of concealment. Shi hesitated gazed silently upon it a momentary struggle between duty and affection took place, She once more pressed her 'child to her agitated bosom, and again and again kissed it with. impassioned tenderness.. The in fant, alarmed at the profusion of tears 'hat tell upon its ckeek, looked up in. its moth er's face,' threw its little arms around her neckband wept aloud. " In the name of Heaven, Eliqa, release the child, or be lost," said the distracted husband, in a soft, imploring tdnei as he forced the infant from his wife, and hastily took up his gun, knife and hatchet, ran up the ladder that led to the chamber, and drew it after him. In a moment the door was burst open and the savages entered. By this time Morgan had secured his child in a bag, and lashed it to bis back, then throwing off some clapboards from the cabin's roof, he resolutely leaped to the ground. JUe was assailed by two. Indians, As the first approached, he knocked him down with the butt end of the gun. The other advanced with uplifted tomahawk ; Morgan let fall his gun, and closed in. The savage made a blow, missed, but severed the cord that bound the infant to his back, and it fell. The contest over the child, now became warm and fierce, and was carried on with knives only. The robust and athletio Morgan at length got the ascendancy ; both were badly cut and bled freely, but the stabs of the white man were better and deeper, and the savage soon fell to the earth in death. Morgan hastily took up his child and hurried off. The Indians in the house, busily engaged in drinking and plundering, were not apprised of tbe contest in the yard until the one that had been knocked down gave signs of returning life, and called them to the scene ot action. Morgan was discovered, immediately pursued and a dog put upon his trail. Operated upon by all the feelings of a husband and a father, he moved with all the sp?ed of a hunted stag, and soon outstripped the Indians, but the dog kept in close pursuit. Finding it impossible to outrun or elude the cunning animal trained to hunts of this kind, he baited and waited till it came within a few yards of him, fired and brought him to the ground. In a short time he reached the house of his brother, who residedjnear Bryant's station ; at Lexington, he left the child, and the two brothers set out for the dwelling. As they approached, light broke upon his view his foars increased, and the most agonizing apprehensions crowded upon his mind. Emerging from the cane brake, he beheld his house in flumes and almost burnt to the ground. " My wife I" he exclaimed, as be pressed one hand to his forehead, and grasped the fence with the other, to support bis tottering frame. He gazed on the ruin and desolation before, advanced a few paces, anu leu exhausted to tne earth. Morning came, the luminary of heaven arose, and still found him seated near the almost expiring embers. In his right hand he held a small stick, with which be was tracing tbe name of " Eliza" on tbe ground, and his left hand laid on his favorite dog mat lay by his side, looking nrst on tbe ruins, and then on his master, with evident signs of grief. Morgan arose. The two brothers now made search and found some bones burnt to ashes, which they carefully gathered and silently committed to the earth, beneath the high and spreading branches of a venerable oak, consecrated by the purest and holiest recolleotioni. Several dayi after this, Morgan was engaged in a desperate battle at tbe lower Blue Licks. Tbe Indians came off victorious, and tbe surviving whites returned across the Licking, pursued by tbe enemy for a distance of six and thirty miles. James Morgan was among the last who erossed the river, and was in tha rear on-til the hill was descended. As he beheld the Indians reappear on the ridge, he felt and saw his wrongs, and reoollected the lovely objeot of bis affections. He urged his horse and pressed to the front. While In the act of leaping from his saddle, he received a rifle ball in his (high and fell ; in Indian sprang noon him, seised him by the hair, and applied the scalping knife. .At this moment Morgan cast up his eyes and reeogeised the handkerchief that bound lbs hs.rJof th , and Which h knT be his wife's. This added renewed strength to bis body, and increased bii activity to fury. He quickly threw hlsleft arm around the Indian, and with a deathlike grasp hugged him to bis bosom ; he plunged bii mum? iuiu ma piug nuu uo cjiuirea m ui. arms. Releasing himself from tbe savage, Morgan crawled under a small oak, on an elevated piece of ground, a short distance from him ; the scene of action shifted, and be remained undiscovered and unscalped, an anxious spectator of the battle. It was now midnight. The savage band had, after taking all the scalps they could find, left the battle ground. Morgan was seated at the foot of the oak ; its trunk supported his head. Tbe ragged and uneven ground that surrounded him was covered with the slain ; tbe once white and pro jecting rocks, bleached by the rains and sun ot centuries, were crimsoned with blood that had warmed the heart and animated tbe bosom of tbe patriot and soldier. The pale glimmering of the moon occasionally threw a faint light upon the mangled bod ies of the dead, then a passing cloud en veloped all in darWss, and gave addition al terror to the feeble cries of a few still lingering in the last agonies of a protracted death, rendered doubly appalling by the hoarse growl of the bear, the loud howl of the wolf, the shrill and varied notes of the wild cat and panther, feeding on the I dead and dying. Morgan beheld the scene with heart rending sensations, and looked forward with the apathy of despair to his own end. A large ferocious looking bear, covered all over with blood, now approached him ; he threw himself on the ground, silently commending his soul to heaven, and in breathless anxiety awaited his fate. The satiated animal passed without noticing him. Morgan raised his head and was about to offer thanks for his unexpected preservation, when the cry of a pack of wolves opened upon him and awakened him to a sense of danger. He placed his hands over his eyes, fell on his face, and in silent agony awaited his fate. He now heard a rustling in the bushes ; steps approached ; a cold chill ran over him. Imagination, creative. busy imagination was actively employed ; death, the most horrible awaited him ; his limbs in all probability would be torn from him, and he devoured alive. He felt a touch the vital spark was almost extin guished another touch more violent than tbe first, and be was turned over. The cold sweat ran down in torrents his bands were' violently forced from his face the moon passed from under a cloud a faint ray beamed upon him ; his eyes involuntarily opened, and he beheld his wife, who in scarce an audible voice, exclaimed, "My husband, my hutbandl" and fell upon his bosom. Morgan now learned from his wife, that alter ibe Indians entered the house they found some spirits, and drank freely : an altercation took place one of them received a mortal stab and fell, and the blood ran through the floor on her. Believing it to oe tne oiood ot ner husband, she shrieked aloud and betrayed her place of concealment.She was immediately taken and bound. The party after setting fire to the house, proceeded to Bryant's station. On the day of the battle of the Blue Licks, a horse, with a saddle and bridle, rushed by her, which she knew to be her husband's. During the action the prisoners were left unguarded made their escape, and lay concealed beneath some bushes near the bank of the river. After the Indians had returned from the pursuit, and left the battle ground, she, with some other persons, who had escaped with her, determined to make search for their friends, and if on the field, and living, to save them, if possible, from the beasts of prey. After searching for some time, and almost despairing of success, she fortunately discovered him. The party of Col. Logan found Morgan and his wife, and restored them to their friends, their infant, and their home. Yon Forgot M. A good joke is told at the expense of one of our church-going citizens, who is the father of an interesting family of children, and among them a bright-eyed boy numbering four or five summers, the pet of the household, and unanimously voted the drollest little mischief alive. On Saturday night he had been bribed to keep peace and retire to bed at an hour earlier than usual, with the promise that on the morrow he might go with the family to church. On Sunday morning it was found inconvenient to put the youngest through the regular course of washing and dressing neoessary for his proper appearance at the sanctuary, and the family slipped off without bim. They had not, however, more than become comfortably seated in tbeir pew, wben in walked tbe youngest with nothing on but a sight wrapper and a cloth cap. " Yon forgot me," said he in a tone loud enough to be heard all over the church. The feelings of the parents can be more easily imagined than desoribed. Laay-Hi (ni.) Journal. 3T A proud parson and his man, riding over a common, saw a shepherd tending his flock, and having a new coat on, the parson asked him in a haughty tone, who gave him that eoat ? " The same," said the shepherd, " that elothed you the parish." The parson nettled at this, rode on murmuring a little way, and then bade the man go back and ask the shepherd if he would eome and liva with him, for ha wanted a fool. The man, going accordingly to the shepherd, delivered his master's message, and concluded a ha was ordered, that hi matter wanted a fool. . " Why, are yod going away tlen V laid the shephs 'd. " No," answered tha other. " v ' " Thenjyou may tell your master, re turned tbe shepherd, "that his living ean not maintain three of ns." 3T A true picture of de-pair is i p!g reaching through a ho'.e in tha fence to eel aeabbaga lying only few inches bflyond ' ' 8am 81lck on Killing. ' ' 1 , Squire, you art older than I be, and I suppose you will think all this lort of thing ii clear, sheer nonsense, but depend upon it a kiss is a great mystery. There is many a thing we know that we can't explain, still we are sure it is a fact for all that. Why should there be a sort of magic in shaking hands, which seems only a mere form, and sometimes a painful one too, for some folks wring your fingers almost off and make) you fairly dance with pain, they hurt yon so. It don't give much pleasure at any time. What tbe magic of it is, we can t tell, but so it is for all that, It leemi only a custom, like showing and nothing else, still there is more in it than meeta the eye, But a kiss fairly electrifies yon; it warms your blood and sets yonr heart a beatin' like a bass drum, and makes your eyes twinkle like stars in a frosty night. . It tain'tathing ever to be forgot. No language can express it, no letters will give the sound. Then what in nature is equal to the flavor of it ? What an aromait has I How spiritual it is. It ain't gross, for you can't feed on it, it don't cloy, for the palate ain't required to test its taste. It is neither visible, nor tangible, nor portable. nor transferable. It la not a substance, nor a liquid, nor a vapor. It has neither color nor form. Imagination ean't conceive it. It can't be imitated or forged. It is confined to no clime or country, but is ubiquitous. It is dsiembodied when completed, but is instantly reproduced and so is immortal. , It is as old as creation and yet is as young and fresh as ever. It pre-existed, still exists and always will exist. ' It pervades all nature. The breeze as it passes kisses the rose, and the pendant vine etoops down and hides with its tendrils its blushes, as it kisses the limpid stream, that waita in an eddy to meet it, and raises its tiny waves, like anxious lips to meet it. Eve learned it in Paradise, and was taught its beauties, virtues and varieties by an angelthere is something so transcendent in it. How it is adapted to all circumstances f There is the kiss of welcome, and of parting, the long, lingering, loving, the stolen or the mutual one, the kiss of joy, and of sorrow, 'the seal of promise, and the receipt of fulfillment. Is it strange, therefore, that a woman is invincible, whose armory consists of kisses, smiles, sighs and tears T Is it any wonder that poor old Adam was first tempted, and then ruined? It is very easy for preachers to get up with long faces, and tell us he ought to have been more of a man. My opinion is, if he bad been less of a man, it would have been better for him. But, Squire, I ahalt al-waya maintain to my dying day, that kiss--ing is a sublime mystery. , - . An African Storm. ' 1 The air is at one moment perfectly calm, the next wild with terrific storms; The sky, so sweetly serene st noon, shall, before half an hour passes, be darkened by clouds which shroud the land as with a pall. For months the long droughts parch the earth, ' the rivers may be forded on foot, the flocks ' and herds pant for refreshing waters and green herbage. Suddenly "a cloud no bigger than a man's hand" appears on the horizon, and lo 1 the elements rage and swell, thunder booms upon the air, darkness covers the land, the arrows of tha Almighty dart from the angry heavens, striking death and terror wheresoever they fall. From the far desert an overpowering torrent of sand comes sweeping on, obscuring the air, and making its way into your very house, in such profusion that you may trace characters in its dry depths on the window sill. The skies open, tha floods descend, the rivers burst their bounds, trees are uprooted from the saturated earth, and through the roof of your dwelling the rain beats heavily, the walla crack, the plaster falls, the beams that support the thatch groan and creak with " melancholy moan," the voices of angry spirits seem to shout and howl around you, the poor birds on frightened wing wheel past your windows, tee cattle disturb yon with their lowing, tbe dogs howl, and the unearthly tones of the Kaffir or lingo herdsman's song are no agreeable addition to the wild scene stirring before you. The tempest subsides as suddenly a it rose ; the voices of the storm spirits die away in the distanoe over the mountain tops, the dark pall of clouds ' is rent by a mighty hand, the swollen rivers rush on, bearing evidences of devastation, but subsiding at last into a more measured course ; the snn lights up the valleys and hill-sides, the air is clearer, the sky brighter than ever and but for the history of devastation, and oftentimes of death, and tbe knowledge that for weeks the country will be subject to these violent convulsions ot nature, the ; terrors of the tempest would soon be forgotten.A Finn Strum. k good story is toll , of a Philadelphia judge, well known for his love of jokes. He had advertised a farm for sale, with a fine stream of water running through it. A few days afterward a gentleman oalled on him to speak about ' It. . . . . .' ...', i .- " Well, Judge," said he. " I have been over that farm you advertised for sale the other day, and find all right, except the ' 'fine stream ' of water you mentioned. , " It runs through tbe piece of woods In ' the lower part of the meadow," said the-Judge. ., . ."What, that little brook! Why, it doan't hold much more than a spoonful. . I am lure if you would empty a howl of 1 water into it, it would overflow. .J Yoa don't call that a fine, stream, do you?" -vi "Why, if it were much fintr you couldn't . lee it at all," .aid the Judge blandly. . ' We never heard whether the gentleman" 1 bought the farm, but we rather .aspect he An old lady who did not know wh1 i? br plantation was in Virginia or fOr-h, Carolina, found wben the line w run, t. t she was a resident of the forn-if : " Wnli," said sh, " I pn g 1 I f ! live in ?ni"'i (' - ' -' ' . - 1 . .