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FAITIVS. DYING FORGIVENESS.
A Ballad.
BY MRS. G. 8. POLLOCK.
“ Why roan’st thou through the forest?
Why Jing’rest on the shore?
The sight thine eyes are seeking
Will never greet them more.
Thy loved one, maid, is resting »——
“Where, stranger? Tell me where.
On fiery Etna’s margin?
J too can slumber there!
Deep in the Northern Ocean,
With icebergs for his tomb?
T'll speed then to those icy caves—
His presence quells their gloom.
In wildest Arab desert?
On Afric’s death-strewed coast?
O! tell me, stranger, tell me,
That I may seek the lost.”
* “Thou speakest wildly, maiden, .
. But yet thou speakest well;
True love should fear no peril,
By land or ocean swell.
But he thine eyes are secking
Is Jost for aye to thee,
And yet he doth not slumber
Beneath the raging sea,
Nor in the Arab desert,
Nor on the Afric shore—
But rest thee, maiden, rest thee,
Thou ne'er wilt see him more!”
“If in the Romish dungeon,
If in the Moorish den,
He lies, enchained and captiy e,
We yet shall meet again.
I'll wreathe my brows with myrtle,
And don my bridal veil;
(‘Twas made to shade a blooming check,
4.” And mine’s now thin and pale!)
, , Asunflower in my bosom—
Twill look still towards its sun—
All barefoot and alone I'll go,
b tar Until the goal be won.
“ They shall not help but pity,
They shall not help but aid;
I'll sit me by his dungeon te
Until his ransom’s paid.
If no braye knight and gallant
Be there to give the gold,
My tears and love shall free bim—
They'll heed them when I'm cold.”
“OQ! sad and trusting spirit, .
Thy love, so fond and true,
Might e’en the wild fanatic
. To softer thoughts subdue;
But there is one thing, maiden,
Beyond thy true love’s art—
It hath light power to soften
The cold and selfish heart.”
adh
{) “Shame on the slandering spirit
That seeks to do him wrong!
Hlere have I rested tranquil,
_For years uncheered and Jong,
+» Firm in his sworn affection,
>}. - Confiding in his faith:
: Oscay not that ’twas broken,
But tell me of his death!
woe
e © If dead, I will pray for him
). From earliest morn to night,
* Until the last hour cometh,
2 +» To make my bosom light.”
4
“Fray for him, gentle maiden—
He needeth now thy prayer;
And pray for her whose beauty
_ Was to his soul a snare!”
The blood flushed o'er her forchead,
And, sinking on her knee,
_ She prayed, “ O bless them, bless them!
*: And, Father, pardon me!
I made an earth-born creature
“* My idol and my shrine,
. And gave to him the worship
__ Which should alone be Thine.
The shrine at which I worshiped
Is leveled with the dust;
The idol that I trusted
Hath meted well my trust.
But bless them, Father, bless them!
And blot Thou out my sin,
And still Thou, with Thy spirit,
This raging storm within.
fo
. Bless Aim, O Father, bless him!
t And guide, and cheer, and keep ”-—~
Thus sank one true heart gently
Into a dreamters sleep.
Dodge's Citerary Buseum,
Literature and Art.
Records oF BusBLETON Panisw; or, Papers fri
the Experience of an American Minister. Tus:
tra oston: A. Tompkins and B. B. Mussey
Tus is a work upon the mutual relations
of Minister and Parish. Parts of it have
been before published in a well-known pe-
riodical, and pronounced very able exposi-
tions of the important theme upon which
the author expatiates. It is,in a word,a
religious and moral romance, inculcating, in
an impressive style, great truths, while it
points out, in a plain way, the relative du-
ties to each other, of pastors and parishion-
ers. It isa good book, and we greatly err
if it do not attain a wide popularity among
practical Christians of all denominations, as
well as among moralists at large.
‘ATHER STOCKING AND SILK; or, Hunter John
Myers and his Times. i Story of the Vallev of
dirsinia. New York: Harper & Brothers. Bos-
: Burnham Brothers.
Tus is a pleasant, merry volume of over
400 pages, dealing with the manners, cus-
toms and people of Virginia as they existed
at the beginning of the present century.
The author announces that many of the
characters are drawn from real life, and
that their portraitures have been acknowl-
edged true to the originals. We believe
him, for there appears to be a daguerrian
accuracy in the “making up” of the indi-
vidualities, perfectly natural. Besides this,
the descriptions and narrative portions are
replete with freshness, ease and piquancy,
and the whole book emits a sunny cheeriness
which is particularly welcome in these lan-
guid days. We commend it to those who
have leisure.
TWENTY YFARS INTHE Purtreprnes. Translated
from the French of Paul P. De La Geroniere.
Revised and Extended. New Yorks L
Brothers. Doston: Burnham Brothe:
Is his preface the author a that Du-
mas, in his Thousand-and-One Phantoms,
has described among the so-termed phan-
toms, not only a friend of Monsieur De La
Gironiere, but that author himself, and that
in order to prove that he is and was a reali-
ty, and not a phantom, of the Philippines,
he has, by advice of friends, been induced
to give to the world this narrative, aided by
a journal which he always kept during his
foreign island sojourn. The book contains
about 370 pages and abounds with facts of
highly romantic interest. _
Tue Harpers have also issued, in cheap
form, the splendid novel of Aubrey, by the
author of Time, the Avenger, ete.
Feperiuen & Co. have Godey’s Lady's
Book for July. Its original contributors are
numerous, and its chief embellishment, the
Dove returned ‘to the Ark, is remarkably
fine.
Writing For THE Press.—The N. Y.
Sunday Times, one of the ablest journals
in the country, in the course of an article
upon the “ rage for writing,” after. noticing
various styles, observes that “There are
very few who can write successfully for the
press. This is quite a different affair, re-
quiring a long apprenticeship and _unremit-
ting practice; and, after all, when the de-
sired success is gained, the game is not worth
the candle in ninety cases out of a hundred.
It is for this reason that we would advise
young men aspiring to wield the editorial
we, to reflect a little longer before risking
their best energies on the hazard of a suc-
cess which at best is toilsome and ill-requit-
ed, in comparison with other pursuits.
There are some erratic youths who will sell
their paternal acres to gratify a restive de-
sire to ‘follow the sea;’ and only rash
m | geniuses, of equal wisdom, would forego any
honest occupation to follow the press.”
A VENERABLE LITERARY CuRIOSITY.
—tThe oldest book in the United States is a
manuscript Bible in the possession of Dr.
Witherspoon, of Alabama, written over a
thousand years ago! He describes it as fol-
lows :—
“ The book is strongly bound in boards
of the old English oak, and with thongs, b
which the leaves are ‘also well bound’ t to-
gether. The leaves are entirely made of
parchment, of a most superior quality of
fineness and smoothness, little inferior to the
best satin. The pages are all ruled with
great accuracy, and written with great uni-
formity and beauty, in the old German text
hand, and divided off into chapters and
verses. The first chapter of every book in
the Bible is written with a large capital of
inimitable beauty, and splendidly illuminat-
ed with red, blue and black ink, still in viv-
id colors; and no two of the capital letters
in ‘the book are precisely alike.”
Tue Pittsburgh Saturday Visitor pays
the following tribute to that admirable but
much abused author, G. P. R. James:
“James has succeeded better than any of
his rivals in carrying us back to the olden
times, in his historical novels. We would
not pretend to say the language he puts into
the mouths of his characters is in any de-
gree like that actually used by the people at
the time, but it is an excellent substitute.
There is nothing great about Mr. James, but
there is much that is pleasing. ‘For a lazy
man, stretched upon a sofa, on a hot day,
there is no novel equal to ‘James’s last.
a novel can have no value beyond this,
it follows that Mr. James is the very best of
novelists.”
e
-Warirxe—The London Punch and
London Diogenes are continually poking
sarcasm at the British ministry and active (!)
forces, for their tardiness of proceedings in
the Russian war. -Diogenes lately put forth
the following:
“ England's Policy and England's Police.
—It ap ppears that a body of police have gone
out to the seat of war. Wet trust that this
division will cause no division in our armies,
and at the same time we hope that the force
will do their duty abroad as effectually as
they do at home, in compelling our generals
to move on.”
We do not remember of a time when the
great powers of western Europe have plac- | *
ed themselves in such a self-humiliating at-
titude as since this war began. The Turks
and Russians have done all the fighting, and
the other powers all the palaver and bluster.
Garrulity is often a sign of superannuation,
as bravado is. of timidity. Where is the
Gaul of old? Is there no bitterness left ?
Where is the Lion of yore? Has he
nought but a tale to flaunt ?
gar Farxi River, Mass., has increased
so rapidly since we visited it, a few years
since, that we searccly recognized it on the
occasion of our late visit there. We saw
our old friends, Edwin Shaw, and John B.
Burrill of the ‘firm of. Burrill & Potter,
the former oceupying a flourishing position
in the grocery and provision business, and
the latter carrying on the largest harness
and trunk factory in the city. Success
must crown the efforts of these gentlemen,
for every one who deals at their establish-
ment is sure to call again. :
f> Mrs. Crarissa Swit, widow of
the great Mormon Prophet, Joseph, died a
short time ago, at her residence near Great
Salt Lake. She was upwards of 60 years
old.
RS Tnere are 100 lodges and 20,000
Free Masons, in the city of New York. A
Masonic paper has been started there.
17
Hoxor to Wuom Hoxor 1s Dor.—
We have noticed, in a number of our ex-
changes, a very pretty song _ entitled
“Herre I Love,” credited to Mr. Crouch,
an English professor of music in Portland,
fe. Mr. Crouch has composed the music
for a number of very pretty songs, and for
the credit of our profession we hope that
he never gave any one authority to state
that he wrote the words of the above song,
as it is known by thousands that they were
written by the American poet, Augustine
Duganne, of New York.
We once heard Henry Russell claim, be-
fore a fashionable audience in London, the
authorship of the words of “Woodman,
Spare That Tree,” written by Gen. Morris,
but we hardly supposed any sane man would
attempt so bare-faced an imposition in this
country. Mr. Duganne states, however,
that Mr. Crouch has once before credited
to himself one of D.’s poems, viz.: “Live
Them Down.” Is this so, Mr. Crouch ?
“Vanity or Human Wisues.”—The
vanity of human wishes and the discontent
of human nature, are happily and humor-
ously illustrated in the following little anec-
dote. (Girard was once asked when he
should consider himself rich enough. He
answered, “ When I get a little MoRE.”)
A laundress who was employed in the
family of one of our distinguished men,
said to him with a sigh,
“ Only think, your excellency, how little
money would make me happy!
“ How little, madam ?” said the old gen-
tleman.
“ O, dear sir, one ana dollars would
make me perfectly hap
“Tf that is all, you q jail have it.”
And he immediately gave it to her.
he looked at it with joy and thankful-
ness, and before the old gentleman was out
of hearing, exclaimed,
“ Twish I had said two hundred!”
Try To BE as SocraBLte as You
Can.—There is nothing like being socia-
ble, as the cow said when she broke into
the flower-garden... There is nothing like
proving how much you love your friends,
by confiding in their generosity, and living
on them as Iong as youcan. The following
is an affecting instance :
A young man is just married, and i in
humbie circumstances; 3 wife’s cousin comes
in from the country to pay them a visit
—ve lad to see each other, ete., ete.
In the midst of the rejoicing, an ominous
thought crosses the mind of the husband.
yell, Martha, I don’t know how we're
going to accommodate you.. We've only
got one bed, you know.” .
“O, that’s nothing,” said Martha; “I
can sleep with your wife, a you can get
lodgings ata \ hotel for three or four weeks
very easily.”
er Mrenc Bringer, Cr., bids fair to
become one of the greatest ship-building
plages in New England. Mr. Mason ‘C.
Hill is one of the most prominent contract-
ors for the firm of C. & H. Mallory. We
there saw two beautiful vessels on the
stocks, being built for the Californian and
European trade. The Pampero, built un-
der Mr. Ifill's auspices, made the quickest
passage from San Francisco to China last
year, viz., 33 days. Every man employed
in Mr. Mallory’s yard is a thorough me-
chanic.
gap> Tue last N.Y. Picayune has an en-
graving of a distinguished philanthropist,
who having originated a society for provid-
ing all indigent dogs with muzzles during
the summer months, is exhibited in the act
of putting them on to the little doggies.
The Picayune is one of the very best com-
ical publications ever issued in the United
States.