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Nothing of interest in his further life remains to thousands are left without assistance, and without pity, be told. He finally took up his residence in Edin- with their wounds exposed to the piercing air, while the hurgh in 1769, and continued in pretty good health / blood, freezing as it flows, binds them to the earth, amidst for some few years. A disorder of the bowels soon the trampling of horses, and the insults of an enraged

foe! If they are spared by the humanity of the enemy, compelled him to make a journey to Bath, to try the

and carried from the field, it is but a prolongation of toreffects of change of air and the mineral water, upon

ment. Conveyed in uneasy vehicles, often to a remote his system. All was of no avail ; his disorder rapidly distance throngh roads almost impassable, they are lodged increased, and he abruptly left Bath and returned to in ill-prepared receptacles for the wounded and the sick, Edinburgh. He died on Sunday, 25th August 1766. where the variety of distress baffles all the efforts of The character of this great man affords interesting humanity and skill, and renders it impossible to give to materials for reflection ; but we cannot at present each the attention he demands. Far from their native afford space for more than an abstract of the events home, no tender assiduities of friendship, no well-known of his life. Afterwards we may return to the subject. voice, no wife, or mother, or sister, is near to soothe their

sorrows, relieve their thirst, or close their eyes in death.

Unhappy man! and must you be swept into the grave THE MISERIES OF WAR.

unnoticed and unnumbered, and no friendly tear be shed BY ROBERT HALL.

for your sufferings, or mingled with your dust ?

We must remember, however, that as a very small (From Reflections on War.)

proportion of a military life is spent in actual combat, so Though we must all die, as the woman of Tekoah said, and it is a very small part of its miseries which must be as. are as water spilt upon the ground which cannot be gathered cribed to this source. More are consumed by the rust up; yet it is impossible for a humane mind to contem- of inactivity than by the edge of the sword; confined to plate the rapid extinction of innumerable lives without a scanty or unwholesome diet, exposed in sickly climates, concern. To perish in a moment, to be hurried instan- harassed with tiresome marches and perpetual alarms, taneously, without preparation, and without warning, their life is a continual scene of hardships and dangers. into the presence of the Supreme Judge, has something They grow familiar with hunger, cold, and watchfulness. in it inexpressibly awful and affecting. Since the com- Crowded into hospitals and prisons, contagion spreads mencement of the French war, now so happily closed, it among their ranks, till the ravages of disease exceed those may be reasonably conjectured that not less than half a of the enemy. million of our fellow-creatures have fallen a sacrifice. We have hitherto only adverted to the sufferings of Half a million of beings, sharers of the same nature, those who are engaged in the profession of arms, without warmed with the same hopes, and as fondly attached to taking into our account the situation of the countries life as ourselves, have been prematurely swept into the which are the scene of hostilities. How dreadful to hold grave; each of whose deaths has pierced the heart of a everything at the mercy of an enemy, and to receive life wife, a parent, a brother, or a sister. How many of these itself as a boon dependent on the sword. How bound. scenes of complicated distress have occurred since the less the fears which such a situation must inspire, where commencement of hostilities, is known only to Omni- the issues of life and death are determined by no known science : that they are innumerable cannot admit of a laws, principles, or customs, and no conception can be doubt. In some parts of Europe, perhaps, there is formed of our destiny, except as far as it is dimly deciscarcely a family exempt.

phered in characters of blood, in the dictates of revenge, Though the whole race of man is doomed to dissolu- and the caprices of power. Conceive but for a moment tion, and we are all hastening to our long home; yet at the consternation which the approach of an invading each successive moment life and death seem to divide army would impress on the peaceful villages in this betwixt them the dominion of mankind, and life to have neighbourhood. When you have placed yourself for an the largest share. It is otherwise in war: death reigns instant in that situation, you will learn to sympathise with there without a rival, and without control. War is the those unhappy countries which have sustained the ravages work, the element, or rather the sport and triumph, of of arms. But how is it possible to give you an idea of death, who glories not only in the extent of his conquest, these horrors? Here you behold rich harvests, the but in the richness of his spoil. In the other methods bounty of heaven and the reward of industry, consumed of attack, in the other forms which death assumes, the in a moment, or trampled under foot, while famine and feeble and the aged, who at the best can live but a short pestilence follow the steps of desolation. There the cottime, are usually the victims; here it is the vigorous and tages of peasants given up to the flames, mothers expirthe strong. It is remarked by an ancient historian, that ing through fear, not for themselves but their infants ; in peace children bury their parents, in war parents bury the inhabitants flying with their helpless babes in all their children: nor is the difference small. Children directions, miserable fugitives on their native soil! In lament their parents, sincerely indeed, but with that another part you witness opulent cities taken by storm; moderate and tranquil sorrow which it is natural for those the streets, where no sounds were heard but those of to feel who are conscious of retaining many tender ties, peaceful industry, filled on a sudden with slaughter and many animating prospects. Parents mourn for their blood, resounding with the cries of the pursuing and the children with the bitterness of despair; the aged parent, pursued; the palaces of nobles demolished, the houses of the widowed mother, loses when she is deprived of her the rich pillaged, the chastity of virgins and of matrons children, everything but the capacity of suffering; her violated, and every age, sex, and rank, mingled in proheart, withered and desolate, admits no other object, miscuous massacre and ruin. cherishes no other hope. It is Rachel weeping for her If we consider the maxims of war which prevailed in children, and refusing to be comforted, because they are not the ancient world, and which still prevail in many bar

But to confine our attention to the number of the slain barous nations, we perceive that those who survived the would give us a very inadequate idea of the ravages of fury of battle and the insolence of victory, were only rethe sword. The lot of those who perish instantaneously served for more durable calamities ; swept into hopeless may be considered, apart from religious prospects, as captivity, exposed in markets, or plunged in mines, with comparatively happy, since they are exempt from those the melancholy distinction bestowed on princes and lingering diseases and slow torments to which others are warriors, after appearing in the triumphal procession of liable. We cannot see an individual expire, though a the conqueror, of being conducted to instant death. The stranger or an enemy, without being sensibly moved, and contemplation of such scenes as these forces on us this prompted by compassion to lend him every assistance in awful reflection, that neither the fury of wild beasts, the our power. Every trace of resentment vanishes in a concussions of the earth, nor the violence of tempests, moment: every other emotion gives way to pity and are to be compared to the ravages of arms: and that terror. In these last extremities we remember nothing | nature in her utmost extent, or, more properly, divine but the respect and tenderness due to our common nature. | justice in its utmost severity, has supplied no enemy to What a scene, then, must a field of battle present, where I man so terrible as man.

Still, however, it would be happy for mankind if the worth and importance aright. They are external changes effects of national hostility terminated here; but the fact merely—the elucidation of the hidden qualities of matter, is, that they who are farthest removed from its immediate and the moulding into new forms of her plastic elements. desolations share largely in the calamity. They are And as to the time of their discovery, that was but an drained of the most precious part of their population, accident ; for under certain combinations of political their youth, to repair the waste made by the sword. circumstances, they might have been accomplished in They are drained of their wealth, by the prodigious ex- Memphis or Babylon, three thousand years ago. But no pense incurred in the equipment of fleets, and the sub- railway has yet been laid down, along which the intellect sistence of armies in remote parts. The accumulation may travel with a tenfold speed. Men must still be conof debt and taxes diminishes the public strength, and tented to plod painfully afoot along the old beaten tracks depresses private industry. An augmentation in the of thought, as did their fathers before them, and discern price of the necessaries of life, inconvenient to all classes, conclusions by the antiquated light that sufficed for the falls with peculiar weight on the labouring poor, who mighty of old. No new powers or properties of the human must carry their industry to market every day, and there mind have lain dormant for ages, only to be brought to fore cannot wait for that advance of price which gradually light during the nineteenth century; and, therefore, the attaches to every other article. Of all people, the poor poet, who now lucubrates in the light of his gas lustres, are, on this account, the greatest sufferers by war, and does not, with all his comparable appliances, sing better have the most reason to rejoice in the restoration of than Shakspere or Homer; neither does the modern peace. As it is the farthest from my purpose to awaken logician, although he may have traversed the globe by unpleasing reflections, or to taint the pure satisfaction of steam, reason more acutely than Aristotle. In spite of this day by the smallest infusion of political acrimony, it the overweening hopes of men to regenerate the whole will not be expected I should apply these remarks to the world of mind as well as matter, and to make the progress peculiar circumstances of this country, though it would of the one commensurate with that of the other, such is be unpardonable in us to forget (for to forget our dangers the result, and such it must continue to be. The asis to forget our mercies) how nearly we have been re- tronomer continues to level his tube at the heavens, and duced to famine, principally, it is true, through a failure discovers a glorious world afar off, of which his brethren in the crops, but greatly aggravated, no doubt, in its were yesterday unconscious; and to-morrow, as he sweeps pressure, by our being engaged in a war of unexampled the heavens with his enlarged apparatus, he may discover expenditure and extent.

a whole universe of new stars, like a faint film hanging In commercial states (of which Europe principally con- in the unimaginable distance. But where is the optical sists), whatever interrupts their intercourse is a fatal power that can reveal to us some new thought which no blow to national prosperity. Such states having a mu- / human intellect has yet excogitated, or detect some new tual dependence on each other, the effects of their hos- illustration in which a thought has never been embodied ? tility extend far beyond the parties engaged in the As is the case in the intellectual, such also it is in the contest. If there be a country highly commercial, which moral world. The discoveries in science were to produce has a decided superiority in wealth and industry, together a golden age, in which misery was to be unfelt, and guilt with a fleet which enables it to protect its trade, the com- unknown. The earth was to be productive an hundredmerce of such a country may survive the shock, but it is at fold, and, amidst the universal abundance, men were to the expense of the commerce of all other nations; a painful sit down like a happy family, to eat, drink, and be merry ; reflection to a generous mind. Even there, the usual while the problems of science were to be so universally channels of trade being closed, it is sometime before diffused, that all contentions would be swallowed up in it can force a new passage for itself: previous to which, an the conquests and triumphs of knowledge. The study of almost total stagnation takes place, by which multitudes chemistry was to purify, and that of astronomy to raise, are impoverished, and thousands of the industrious poor, the soul of man, until a universal transcendentalism being thrown out of employment, are plunged into would elevate all into a millenium of wisdom and virtue. wretchedness and beggary. Who can calculate the But what answer do the prisons, the hulks, and the penal number of industrious families in different parts of the colonies afford to these high-wrought expectations? and world, to say nothing of our own country, who have been of what avail has been the Gospel according to Chartism? reduced to poverty, from this cause, since the peace of Are the gates of the two-faced Janus of litigation closed ? Europe was interrupted ?

or is Newgate converted into a college? We look for the The plague of a widely extended war possesses, in tokens of this promised regeneration, and we find that it fact, a sort of omnipresence, by which it makes itself is but the surface of the earth, the mere rind of humanity, everywhere felt; for while it gives up myriads to slaughter that has been affected by this astounding march of science. in one part of the globe, it is busily employed in scatter- | Although a man can travel at the rate of forty miles an ing over countries exempt from its immediate desolations hour, yet still, as before his “feet run to evil ;" although the seeds of famine, pestilence, and death.

his hands can play with the lightning as with the plumage If statesmen, if Christian statesmen at least, had a of a dove, they “make haste to shed blood ;" and with all proper feeling on this subject, and would open their hearts his boasted knowledge, as the favoured inhabitant of the to the reflections which such' scenes must inspire, instead nineteenth century, he can become the miserable dupe of of rushing eagerly to arms from the thirst of conquest, or an Owen, a Thom of Canterbury, or a Joanna Southcote, the thirst of gain, would they not hesitate long, would even as his ancestors of the middle ages were with St they not try every expedient, every lenient art consistent Dunstan, the Maid of Kent, or the Rood of Beverley.with national honour, before they ventured on this des- Herald of the Churches, a new Missionary periodical of perate remedy, or rather, before they pluuged into this much promise. gulf of horror

How to BREAK OFF A BAD HABIT.-The late Mr THE LIMITATIONS OF SCIENCE.

Loudon, the celebrated writer on gardening, &c., during Who that has reached the comparatively brief age of the time he was suffering so severely from the pain in forty, can look back upon the days of his childhood, his arm, found no ease but from taking laudanum; and without wonderment at the ages of changes that have he became at last so habituated to the use of this noxious intervened; or hesitate to declare, that this is not the potion, that he took a wine-glassful every eight hours. world into which he was born? His thought are instan. After the amputation of his arm, however, he wished to taneously wafted to other regions, and the lightning itself leave off taking it, as he was aware of its injurious effects is his courier: in a brief day, he is carried over lands and upon his general health ; and he contrived to cure himseas, which formerly it would have tasked him weeks to self by putting a wine-glassful of water into his quart traverse; and with a touch, he can lighten the deepest bottle of laudanum every time he took out a wine-glassful gloom with a radiance like that of sunshine.

of the potion, so that the mixture became gradually These, no doubt, have been glorious changes, and weaker every day, till at last it was little more than they are the worthy trophies of a being who was created water; and he found he had cured himself of this dan but a " little lower than angels." But let us estimate their 'gerous habit, without experiencing any inconvenience.

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The Story Teller.

ing your delicate hand in his own bony fingers, and moistening it with his burning tears! And then, Adele,

you too would shed tears of happiness, and not withdraw WHAT A MOTHER CAN ENDURE.*

your hands from theirs, however rough they might be !

Now see, Adele, it is the remembrance of such hours as A TRUE STORY.

these, that fills me with emotion!”

Whilst Anna, with deep feeling and a tender voice,

was thus painting these scenes of misery, her friend did CHAPTER I.

not speak, nor even utter such short words or ejaculations GRIM cold was reigning during the last days of the month as betray the sympathy of the hearer. The emotion of of January, 1841. The streets of Antwerp had put on | her friend had fully communicated itself to her; and their winter garments, and shone in pure white; the when Anna looked at her, she was just drawing her snow was still falling-not in tender flakes, enchanting | handkerchief from her muff, in order to wipe away two the eye with their whirling dance, but in solid crystals, tears which were running down her cheeks. “Anna," rattling like hail against the windows of the closely shut-up she said, “I shall go with you to visit these poor people. houses ; and the sharp, icy wind drove most of those I have plenty of money about me; let us devote this comfortable citizens, who ventured to appear on their morning to works of benevolence." thresholds, back to their heated stoves.

Anna viewed her friend with emotion, and the expresNotwithstanding the bitter frost, and though it was sion of her face showed how happy she felt to have enrolled only nine o'clock in the morning, many people, as it was another benefactress for her poor townspeople. Accommarket-day, were to be seen in the streets. The younger panied by Adele, she went some paces farther on to a tried to get warm by running; sedate people breathed house, where she knew she would find destitute people. into their benumbed hands; the work-people beat their The house, at whose threshold she was standing when she arms briskly round their bodies.

had first perceived her friend, was now forgotten. This At this moment, a young lady was walking, at a was, indeed, pardonable, as she had never before been in moderate pace, through a by-street, whose inhabitants it, and was only going to enter it at random, to see she must have known well ; for she went in and out of the whether it might not, perhaps, shelter some poor families poor houses, and frequently left them with an expression as yet unknown to her. of satisfaction on her face. A silk quilted cloak enveloped

CHAPTER II. her slender figure; a velvet bonnet covered her beautiful head, and protected her cheeks, which were nevertheless In a chamber of the house, before which the charitable a little tinged with purple by the sharp air; a boa was young lady had stopped, an unfortunate family was living. twisted round her neck, and her hands hidden in a fine Four bare walls were here the solitary dumb witnesses of muff. This young lady, evidently of a rich family, stood misery and grief; and the scene of utier destitution which on the threshold of a house, which she was about to enter, it presented was such as would not only fill the heart when she saw at a distance an acquaintance approaching. with sorrow, but with a degree of bitter feeling against She now remained standing at the door of the humble human nature at large. The air in the room was as cold dwelling, until her friend had come near; when she went as in the street, but still more insupportable from the up to her with a merry laugh, and addressed her thus : musty damp which penetrated the clothes. A poor fire “Good morning, Adele, how are you?”

was burning on the hearth, fed by the fragments of some “Pretty well. And you ?”

wretched old furniture, and slowly flickering up from “Very well, thank Heaven! I am in such good health, time to time in a feeble blaze. On a little bed in the and so happy, that I really cannot express it?"

middle of the room there lay an invalid child, not more “How is that? Methinks, the weather is not so very than a year old ; its pale face, its emaciated tiny arms pleasant !"

and sunken eyes seemed clearly to show, that a still colder “Oh yes, Adele ! at least I find it so. Though I have resting-place would soon receive the poor little creature. only been up an hour, I have already visited twenty poor On a large stone at the side of the little bed there was dwellings. But I have seen such poverty, my dear Adele, sitting a young woman covering her face with her hands. as might break one's heart! Hunger, cold, disease, des Her dress of faded stuff, worn out by frequent washing, titution, beyond all description ! Oh! now I feel the did not, however, bespeak that sort of poverty which blessings of being wealthy; for what delight is there in solicits alms in public ; on the contrary, its tidiness and charity!”

the many neat repairs it had undergone, would at once "One would say that you are going to cry. I see the betray what trouble she had been at to conceal her distress. tear sparkling in your eyes! Indeed, you are wrong to Every now and then a deep sigh heaved from her breast, be so sentimental. The poor people are not so badly off; and some sparkling drops ran down the fingers with which there are so many distributions ;--coals, bread, potatoes, she covered her face. But at the least movement of the all in abundance. Only yesterday I again subscribed fifty child she lifted up her head, looked with sobs and shudderfrancs; and I confess that I prefer having my money ing at its withered cheeks, and after having wrapped the distributed by others, to going to all the dirty dwellings thin covering more closely around its cold little limbs, myself.”

sank again in tears and despair upon her seat on the stone. " Adele, you don't know the real poor. Do not judge The deepest silence was, reigning in this abode of of them from those tatterdemalions who consider beggary misery, only that the frozen snow struck rattling against a good trade; and soil and tear their clothes on purpose the window-panes, whilst the wind whistled through the to excite disgust and compassion! Come with me, my chinks of the door and howled in the chimney. friend, and I'll show to you working people, whose clothes For some time the woman had been sitting as if asleep are not ragged, and whose dwellings are not filthy; and on her stone. The sickly child had not stirred, and so who will open their mouths, not to crave charity, but to she had not raised her head ; she even seemed to have thank and to bless for gifts voluntarily bestowed upon ceased weeping, as there were no more drops glittering them. You will see the torments of hunger depicted in on her fingers. The chamber was like the grave tenanted their features, the frozen black bread between the be. by the dead, never more to be opened. All at once & numbed fingers of the children, the tears of the mother, feeble voice was heard from the fire-place: “Oh! dear, and the gloomy despair of the father! Oh! if you fixed | dear mother! I am hungry!” He who uttered this cry your eyes upon this dumb image of grief and misery, what was a boy four or five years old, who sat in the corner of angelic pleasure would you find in being able to remedy the hearth, and had squatted so near the fire that he was all this with a little money! You would see poor children scarcely perceptible. He was trembling with cold as if jump up, and grasp your clothes; the mother gratefully shaken by ague, and an attentive listener might have dissmiling on you; the father, in joyous forgetfulness, press. tinctly heard the chattering of his teeth.

Be it that the woman had not heard his plaintive cry, * From Conscience's Flemish Tales. London: Longman or that it was out of her power to satisfy his demand, she and Co.

| did not answer, and remained motionless on her stone.

There then followed a death-like silence for some minutes; , sorrow. At last he sighed, "Theresa, we are very wretchbut soon the boy raised his voice again, and cried, “ Dear ed, my wife. I have been standing all the morning at mother! I am so very hungry! O let me have a little the railroad station, and have not earned one penny. What piece of bread !”

are we to do now? Oh ! dear, would that I were dead!” This time she raised her head; for the voice of the boy The man had no words sufficiently to express his grief, was deadly piercing, and must have cut the heart of the but its pangs were not the less intense for that. He mother like the sharp blade of a knife. A dismal fire drooped his head on his shoulder, his eyes stared motionglowed in her eyes, despair spoke from her features. She less on the floor, and it was evident, from the clenching answered, amidst a flood of tears, '“ Johnny, dear, be of his fists and the compression of his fingers, that a consilent for God's sake! I am myself starving, poor child, vulsion of despair was thrilling through his nerves. and there is nothing in the house!”

The woman, forgetting her own woe, and only mindful of “But, mother, I feel such pains in my stomach !---orily the agonies of her husband, clasped her arm round his neck, a little morsel of bread! oh pray, pray give it me!” and answered sobbing: “Oh! don't talk so, it won't last so

The expression of the boy's face was now so imploring, for ever. It is not your fault that we are so unhappy !" and hunger with its yellow paleness so forcibly stamped “Father! father!” the boy cried ; "I am hungry, shall on it, that the mother, bewildered, jumped up, as if she I have now some bread and butter ?." was going to take some desperate step. With trembling These words shook the man, all his frame trembled, he haste she pulled a little halfpenny rożl from beneath the fixed his looks as in madness on the complaining child, cover of the little 'bed, which she handed to the boy, say and cast on him such a wild and singular gaze that ing, “ Here, Johnny! I have kept this to make a porridge Johnny ran frightened to the hearth, and from thence of it for your poor little sister, but I suppose the dear called in tears to his father: “Oh! father, dear, I won't little lam) will scarcely want it any more i"

do it any more!” Her voice was stifled, for her motherly heart was over- In the same convulsed state both of body and mind, flowing with sorrow. As soon as Johnny saw the bread the man now went to the little bed, and looked with a shining 'before his eyes like a star of good fortune, his still sharper glance at the dying, helpless babe, wbo'once mouth watered from craving, the muscles of his cheeks more raised her dying eyes, upon her father. quivered; he jumped up, and seized the little bread with “Theresa," he cried," " indeed I cannot stand it any both hands at once, like a wolf pouncing upon its prey. | more. It is all over, it must now come to that!”

Hastily and with indescribable delight the boy put his “To what? In the name of Heaven what do you mean?' teeth in the bread, and devoured some bits of it, until The man, in whose breast a severe struggle had been somewhat more than half of the roll was gone; then he going on, was silent, but perceiving in what a fright he suddenly stopped, looked more than once longingly at the had put his good wife by his expression of despair, he remaining half, carried it more than once to his mouth, seized her hand, saying with the deepest despondency: but did not eat any more of it. At last he got up, went " Theresa, my wife, you know it, ever since our marriage slowly up to his mother, shook her arm to arouse her from I have always worked hard ; I have not allowed one day the sleep into which she seemed to have relapsed, gave to pass without providing for you and the children. her the little piece of bread, and said with a gentle voice, Should I now be obliged to beg, after having toiled for “Mother, dear, take this; I have saved a little piece for ten years ?-Should I now ask from door to door for the baby. I am still very hungry, and in great pain ; but bread, which I have hitherto earned by the sweat of my when father comes home I shall have bread and butter, brow? Theresa, I cannot do that, even if we should all sha'n't I, mather?”

of us die of hunger and distress. Look here, I blush for The unfortunate woman clasped her arms round the shame at the bare idea of it. To beg? No, there is still good child, and pressed him affectionately to her breast; / one other way remaining to us, at least, to get a temporary one moment after she let him go from her lap without supply of food. It is true that it weighs heavily upon my apparently 'noticing it, and relapsed into her former de heart, my wife; but what is to be done? I shall go and spondency. Johnny crept quietly to his sick little sister, sell our handbarrow at to-day's auction. May-be I shall kissed her emaciated cheeks, saying, “ Sleep on, dear get work before we have spent the money for it, and then Mary !” and returned to the hearth, where he silently we shall save to buy a new barrow. Just wait another cowered down on the floor.

half-hour, and then I'll bring all of you something to eat!" All this happened at the same time when the charitable The handbarrow was the only instrument by which the young lady was 'standing at the threshold of this poor poor workman earned his daily bread; no wonder theredwelling, and saw her friend coming at a distance. fore that he was so much averse to selling it. Nor was

Another hour passed away before the miserable mother the wife less disconsolate at this expedient to which their arose from her melancholy depression. She too was distress alone could drive them, but she was obliged to hungry, she too felt her starving body sink, and pain was consent to it, as her heart was crying for 'help for her raging in her bowels. But she was sitting at a heart-famishing children. rending death-bed, and awaiting sorrowfully the terrible “Yes, only go to the auction and sell the barrow, as moment when she was to see her child depart. How our Johnny is shrivelling up from mere hunger, and I could she think of her own torments ? Not a mother is myself am scarcely able to stand; and the innocent baby a mother 'always-happy, or miserable, or poor: there is who lies languishing here-Oh! would you were already no feeling more intense, no instinct more powerful, than a little angel in heaven, dear child !" that which links a mother to her child ; and this feeling, Here her tears began anew to flow; the man was seized this instinct, are still more intense and more overwhelm- by another convulsion, again he clenched his fists in ing in those who are conscious how much care, how much agony. Yet he restrained himself, and ran in despair out anxiety, trouble, and toil they have devoted to their of the door. Immediately afterwards was heard the children. And that is the case peculiarly with the poor. rattling of the handbarrow, which was rapidly driving off,

When the clock struck ten, the woman and the boy | but the sound died immediately away. were simultaneously touched, as by some secret emotion.

(To be continued.) She jumped up from her stone, and he from the hearth, and both of them exclaimed in the same voice,

“There is father, Johnny!” “ Mother, there is father!”

A CURIOUS STORY, A happy smile cast a new expression on their features. An old gentleman in this city relates one of the most They heard the noise of some vehicle at the door, and thrilling romances of real life we ever heard of. In this hastily' rose to meet him whom they expected. A man, romance he was a principal actor. Many years ago, in however, entered the room before they had reached the Vermont, an insane man suddenly disappeared. No trace door. Whilst he was shaking the snow from his shoulders of his whereabouts could be discovered, and many supJohnny had seized upon one of his hands as if he wanted to posed that he was dead. Seven years after his disappeardrag the father further into the room. The man had givenance, a person who had known him dreamed that he had his other hand to his wife, and looked at her with deepest been murdered by a certain family residing near at hand,

and that he was buried in a certain spot. This dream that night with him to the garden. As they approached occurred several times, and was so vivid that the dreamer | the spot in the dark, Billing perceived a feeble light, and related it, and induced other persons to aid him in digging when still nearer, he saw a luminous ghost-like form at the spot indicated in his dream. They dug and found floating over the spot. This he described as a female form, bones. They also found a button and a knife, which were with one arm laid across the body, the other hanging identified as the property of the missing man. The family, down, floating in the upright posture, but tranquil, the consisting of a mother and two young men, sons, were feet only a hand-breadth or two above the soil. *Pfeffel arrested and imprisoned. The sons, to save the mother, went alone, as the young man declined to follow him, up confessed the murder. On trial, however, they pleaded not to the place where the figure was said to be, and struck guilty; but were, nevertheless, found guilty and condemned about in all directions with his stick, besides running to be hanged. The sentence, was, however, commuted through the place of the figure ; but the ghost was not to imprisonment for life in the state prison, to which they | more affected than a flame would have been : the luminwere sent. Soon after the trial, a paragraph appeared in ous form, according to Billing, always returned to its the Post of this city, which led the old gentleman referred original position after these experiments. Many things to (who was acquainted with all the parties in the affair,) were tried during several months, and numerous comto believe that the man supposed to be murdered was panies of people were brought to the spot; but the matter alive. He was set to work, and by dint of inquiry, found remained the same, and the ghost seer adhered to his the insane man on a farm in New Jersey. He was working serious assertion, and to the opinion founded on it, that on this farm under the supposition that it was his own. some individual lay buried there. At last Pfeffel had the The old gentleman addressed him, saying,

place dug up. At a considerable depth was found a firm “Don't you know me?”

layer of white lime, of the length and breadth of a grave, “No-never saw you before."

of considerable thickness, and when this had been broken The old man dropped an English shilling, which the into, there were found the bones of a human being. It insane man instantly clutched.

was evident that some one had been buried in the place, “Now,” said the old gentleman, " tell me who I am, and covered with a thick layer of lime (quicklime), as is and who you are, and I'll give you that shilling.”

generally done in times of pestilence, of earthquakes, and The insane man did as required, and proved to be the other similar events. The bones were removed, the pit missing individual. He was taken back to Vermont, and filled up, the lime mixed and scattered abroad, and the the two men released, of course. The insane man had, surface again made smooth. When Billing was now however, to be exhibited publicly, and to thousands of brought back to the place, the phenomena did not return, people, before they would believe that "he was himself." and the nocturnal spirit had for ever disappeared.

This story is truth, and can be easily proved by a “ It is hardly necessary to point out to the reader what reference to the legitimate records of the time. It is a view the author takes of this story, which excited much most curious “romance in real life," and goes ahead of attention in Germany, because it came from the most all the fictions ever invented.--U. S. Amer. Repub. truthful man alive, and theologians and psychologists

gave to it sundry terrific meanings. It obviously falls into

the province of chemical action, and thus meets with a A GHOST STORY.

simple and clear explanation from natural and physical

causes. A corpse is a field for abundant chemical changes, PROFESSOR GREGORY, of Edinburgh, has published an

decomposition, fermentation, putrefaction, gasification, abridged translation of Researches on Magnetism, by and general play of affinities." A stratum of quicklime, Baron Von Reichenbach, containing much interesting in a narrow pit, unites its powerful affinities to those of matter for the scientific inquirer. The Professor charac the organic matters, and gives rise to a long continued terises Reichenbach as “ exceedingly accurate, and truly working of the whole. Rain-water filters through, and scientific" in his investigations; and states, that he has

contributes to the action: the lime on the outside of the “ entire confidence in the correctness of every statement

mass first falls to a fine powder, and afterwards, with more

water, forms lumps which are very slowly penetrated by of fact made by him." The conclusions come to are, that the air. Slaked lime prepared for building, but not used, magnets act on the human body, especially in certain on account of some cause connected with a warlike state conditions; that two forces exist in these magnets, one of society some centuries since, has been found in subattracting and affecting the needle, and one which acts | terraneous holes or pits, in the ruins of old castles; and on the nervous system, and which exists, unmixed, in the mass, except on the outside, was so unaltered that it crystals. This new force is supposed to be the true agent

has been used for modern buildings. It is evident, there

fore, that in such circumstances there must be a very slow in Animal Magnetism; and the work is mainly devoted

and long continued chemical action, partly owing to the to experiments connected with it. The subject is one on

slow penetration of the mass of lime by the external carwhich we cannot enter at present; but, as a popular bonic acid, partly to the changes going on in the remains illustration, we give an extract under the title of a Ghost of animal matter, at all events, as long as any is left. In Story; and if the learned Baron succeeds in putting down the above case, this must have gone on in Pfeffel's garden, superstition of this kind, he will be doing “ the States

and as we know that chemical action is invariably asso

ciated with light, visible to the sensitive, this must have some service.”

been the origin of the luminous appearance, which again ' A singular occurrence, which took place at Colmar, must have continued until the mutual affinities of the in the garden of the poet Pfeffel, has been made generally organic remains, the lime, the air, and water, had finally known by various writings. The following are the essen come to a state of chemical rest or equilibrium. As soon, tial facts :--The poet, being blind, had employed a young therefore, as a sensitive person, although otherwise quite clergyman, of the evangelical church, as amanuensis. healthy, came that way, and entered within the sphere of Pfeffel, when he walked out, was supported and led by the force in action, he must feel, by day, like Mademoiselle this young man, whose name was Billing. As they walked Maix, the sensations so often described, and see, by night, in the garden, at some distance from the town, Pfeffel like Mademoiselle Reichel, the luminous appearance. observed, that, as often as they passed over a particular Ignorance, fear, and superstition, would now dress up the spot, the arm of Billing trembled, and he betrayed un- feebly shining vaporous light into a human form, and easiness. On being asked, the young man reluctantly furnish it with human limbs and members ; just as we can confessed that, as often as he passed over that spot, certain at pleasure fancy every cloud in the sky to represent a feelings attacked him, which he could not control, and man or a demon. which he knew well, as he always experienced the same, “ The wish to strike a fatal blow at the monster of superin passing over any place where haman corpses lay buried. stition, which, at no distant period, poured out on EuroHe added, that, at night, when he came near such places, pean society from a similar source, such inexpressible he saw supernatural appearances. Pfeffel, with the view misery, when, in trials for witchcraft, not hundreds, not of curing the youth of what he looked on as a fancy, went thousands, but hundreds of thousands of innocent humap

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