A t:”AwTH0l.H3 ligmllt PAPER.
VOL. V.---N0. 49.
SATURDAY, DECEMBER 5, 1863.
Prlte. Six fonts.
IKE WORKING HEN.
war-r-res ron rs: IIETROPDLITAN REUOKI).
I am an old and olden hard,
And as aldown lilc's hill I plod,
Two objects claim my sole regard -
Freedom for man and love to God
what nobler theme, what brighter dream,
Can wake the lyre or point the pen,
Than simple sonlz, denouncing wrong,
And raising up the working men -
I sang of glorious freedom onct-,
When all was bright from sun to lies:
But now behold, Colliinbiifs soils
In servils homage bend the knee.
Even those who lead, bow down and plead
To its usnrper, grelr-omer. '
”l‘ill now, nine! in
I-‘ew worsliippers bnl tuiling iueil.
My freeman’: not of lnrtlly birth.
or cent per cent or spreudilig lands;
1 honor those wllo till tire e..rll.,
Or work forbread with lmnl-cl hands.
Not such vile knaves unii Willing slaves
As bought and sold the land of Penn
Who stand erect are mv elect
The faithful, fearless Workillg me...
God deigneth the remolest rtor
Its record in his great account,
The honest hcsrt, however fur,
ro freedon.i’s shrine yields its amount.
The tlowcrets pale, their dews exhale
To fertilize the earth iigainv
God shields the doirer, so will l'iis,power
Protect your rights,ye working men -
A voice is falling o'er the land,
And changing young hearts unto old;
Its polencs nerves the listless hand,
Exhorts, commands, inspires the hold.
'I'is in the stars, the winds, the cloud,
Dense peopled mart and lonely glen ,
Itr banner, strangled freedom’: shroud,
Ita stay, the hands of toiling man.
My step is weak, my hair is gray,
And sorrow huws my drooping new ;
Eerriren my lny-a-well-u-day!
When] uni numbered with tho dead.
Ifthrough the gloom of slavery come
A ray to gild our land again,
‘Twill be through you, yo leal and true,
,, Unchanged, unpurchssed, toiling men!
THE SISTERS OF TORWOOD.
IN THREE PARTS.
B! AGNEU E. 131'. Minn.
The Hrst morning siiilbeains, glancing
through the eastern windows of ’lorwood
T"W“"'. shone on Lucy Torwood standing
boforn the antique lnii ror in her chamber,
f"“90"1ll1g her pretty tlnxsn htmf. Perhaps
It was the deep mourning she wore, perhaps
Wlwas the altered expression of me, but
fhd seemed to have grown ten years older
"1 funrcsly that number of months. The
delicate rose bloom, that had made"l1er so
"?“‘1 Ind pretty, bad all departed with the
winter sun; the oval cheeks had two deep
l“’“0Wi, there were deep lilies seaming the
‘W109 satin smooth forellcad and the deli-
‘MM month. But ihe eyes, those pretty,
loft, blue eyes, had changed more than all.
“in color of course, the spring sky in
whlch the sun sliune so brilliantly this
gfnil-Ilwrningpwas not clearer nor bluar ;
“Ill their gentle quietude, all their
p““"l'll tranquillity was gone. rWild,
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"“" 5’ lhlolnlnra nuolot at new rm.
““”B'3r restless, they ilitted from objcct
to object with a strange, lluttering glance
of affrigllt, never resting lung ailywllere,
always watchful, always waiting, always
on the alert. Her black dress fitting her
slight figure to pel-fectinii, her spotless
collar and ci1R‘s.hoi'llair shilling like pale
gold, slie loolred very good :ll'(l pretty still,
blltillii as Llll-y 'l‘nrwull<l used [0 look.
Voiliethiilg hall changed her, and not for
the better. People said her sisters dread
riwus disappearailce llutl bro-
t, rind wli:it cvorybrvly says,
you know, must be true.
Oh the bed, ller short black hair all
tossed and disordered, her cheeks liuslled
with youtil illlll liealtlllul sleep, her gipsy
, on hi-,r arlu, lay Madge last
I lluuy llniellcd llcr tollel and
- ‘ll llie room, shc stood ior an
- l)1'l’iSl(‘li',, looking down at the
sleeping lllt't' h ll-iiillglv like ller lost
sister's ill lls I‘i."HlS1‘ llllllWllll, dark face
v.‘.'lr: till; il-.l-tlcss uilll ClIr1lrgE:fUl in ll('l'
lvllklllg l:l.lll:ll.-r (hi: lc.-elilblanrc to strike
you; or new save for the bright
lllooln of mlvlr, )ll lIll:lvi have frlilcicd
l‘lLlilll lily lit-.’m'c you
“lluw lme! llua lliu‘ E" Lucy mild low
to llerut‘-ll, her lips il'I’[Ill)llllg, “and she
glows more like her t-vcryday. .l‘lailgu's
("ace ll lllllfb’ me like the ghost of [lit-.dl-all
Midge, as if culisclolls evun iilslumlter
of her sister's steady plrzc, inulcd un-
easily, an-.l murmured suluetllillg as she
tiirllod on her pillow and slovvly opened
her black (yes.
“ Are you their, Lucy 2” she asked, rais-
ing herself with a yawn on her elbow,
“ what's thcmorning like 17"
But Lucy was gone down suii and into
the drawing room, throwing open windows
and doors to the fresh sea breeze. Every-
thing in that room was unchanged; the old
organ kept its place still, tliollgll the lili-
gsrs that had once evoked such melody
from its yellow keys were perhaps moul-
dering into dust; the cansries sang in
their cages,aiid the iiower stands filled
the windows; Madgdri straw liizt lay in
one corner, her mantle in another; the
piano stood open as silo had left it last
night; L adaine Torwood's chair stood in
state in its place in the “ iiiglc nook," and
Judge Torwood, grim and awlul in his
judicial erlnine, stared on all from above
the mantel. Lucy, standing beside ‘the
"piano, looking out at the shining sea. let
her fingers stray over the keys, and began
very softly and half llI]Cl)nHCl0lXBly to singu-
Brenk, break, break,
At the foot of thy omgs, 0 sea I
But tho teudergrlcs of a dliy that is dead
Will never come back lo run!
And the stately ships go on
To tile haven under the hill;
But ahl tor the touch of n vanished hand.
And the sound of a voice that is still.
She stopped as suddenly as she had be-
gun ; something seemed to rise in her ihroat
and choke her. Stopped singing to go out
and attend to her llonsokecping dulics, but
the instant she turned to the door a shrill
cry broke from her, and she bolinllrd back
as if she had seen a ghost. Sllhnding in
the doorway with folded arms, not unlike
a tall dark ghost, Colonel Stuart stood, as
unexpectcdlyms if he had I'l5&.l our of the
groun . .
“ Good morning, Miss Torwuod," he said,
advancing as coinposadly as il’ they had
only. parted nine hours, instead of nine
months before ; “ I have startled you, lam
Ho might well any so I She was sland-
ing holding by the plauu with her leiL hand,
while her right was plrosserl over llP.l' heart.
Her parted lips told how it was throbbing;
her face, pale before, had become par-
fectly colorless ; and her eyes, those
startled eyes, had dilated to twice their
“ I have come upon you too suddenly,"
he said, advancing. and really a little
alarmed. " You look ill ; had you not
better sit down l"’ -
She took him at his word, sinking into ll
chair beside the window, her hand siill
over her throbbing heart.
“ It is nothing. I am very foolish ; but
[have grown so nervous of late the least
tiling; stlirtles me. Andyou-ryou appeared
so suddenly, so-e" she stopped, looking
at him, with the same strange glance of ai-
“ So unexpectedly,” said Colonel Stuart,
advancing into the room ; “ yes, I know I
am an uillooked for, very likely an unwel-
come, guest. But I shall not trouble Tor-
lvond Towers long with my presence. I
leave at noon in the steamer."
“So soon ! It was scarcely worth your
wllile to come at all."
“ l have come on business, not for pics-
sure. Very disagreeable biisiiiass, Bliss
'l'cl-wood ; very plliilful to me, very pailllnl
in others, but unavoidable. 'l‘.hat business
is with you."
" With me,” the pale lips laltt-red.
“ Willi you, Miss 'I'm‘wood," Col. Stuart
reiterated, fixing his stroll! blme eyes with
:i powerful glam-e oil lbe shrinking fsue;
“ and I think you divine beforehand to
what it i'elatt>s."
She tried to look him in the face, and
deny, but she could UN. The blue eyes,
that could be so kindlly and genial, were
terribly stern and releuilcss now. She dared
not lie in this trutblul. searching light,
and the shrinking face turned to the win-
dow, and the frightened ey- s averted rimm-
svlves steadily from that munlent.
He drew a chain‘ up near to Wl‘i6I’x- she
sat, and leaned forward, speaking low,
and never taking his eyes oi!‘ her, though
he r-mild not see her face. i
"Where is my mother 2" he asked.
“ In her room," Lucy answervvd, in a voice
that shook so, the words were scarcely
“ And Madge?‘
A shcut outside al.IEWal‘9d-M edge was
coming down stairs, calling to Lucy as she
“ Good! we can talk without fear of in-
terruption. Miss Torwood, I hav-n a. story
to tell you-a somewhat lengthy one, but I
think you will liild it lnterostilig.”
“ 1-1 am busy-I have so Illllcll to ill.-
tend to nlovniilgs," falterod the ll'i];llI.il.ltlly
“Pardon mt, too, if I tell you that you
must wait. for the story I have to tell is
even more important than your ho lisekrep-
ing duties. It takes me smile time back-
let me see, over twenty-luur years ago,
perbape twenty-llvu, when I cermill young
judge in this county married a rich heir-
ess, who brought him not oilly B. fortune in
nloiley, but a valuable estate, survauls, &c.
Among these servants was a rulilntto girl
named Huldah--perhaps you may have
heard it before; an uncommonly intelli-
gent girl, able to read and write, and trust-
ed more as a friend tfan a slave by liar
mistress. In return, Bullish idolized this
mistress, would hall‘ gone through fire
and water to serve her, and the idollatry
extended to her mis.tress’s child. From
her very birth, Hiilduh doted on this child,
she became little Lu cy’s .nurso’rthey nun.
ed the child Lucy, I iss Torwood, and her
own mother could u ot have loved her bet-
ter than this slave I" outer mother did. But
there soon name oh align; the real mclther
died, and a very ill: art iine afterwards tlr
bereaved llusoand brought lllrl-e 8. Lb-W
wife. The illit wife's family elsiaie was
sold, wiih it the servants, to miss money,
for the judge. it seems, was an extrava-
gant man, and the young bride hall t'Xp‘l’l
sive tastes. Huldah wont vi ii the rest,
I have no (l0i'l)L slm lni1lIl3 a lri‘l'l'IlllU >tIQIlt‘
before 1eavill:,lor she was a W .lu in ii‘.
violent temp:-l ; but the judge was a stern
man-his wcid was law,:iild Elli’? had to gil.
You may know how deeply slle lelt it ll ll
I tell you the shock tllrncd lltlf bra
Huldall went mad, and with l. -r l;).l(l.
nlnie its cuilnillg. She inanzlgrll in make
her escape iloi long ullm'“':Jrll , llllll yin
many years w-int wanderillg
country,Elldlill: food and n
she might. Alter many year.
back to her native place ; SOIIIA5 (11 tile ill-
zroes who had hllI)Wll her ill lllll('T' llliys
tuilt her a rilllu hut ill the ii-ilrils-,aaiu
Huldah took to llii-tllne tr-lllllg r4‘I‘ .. '
She looked wilch-like enough In -1 cl lor
tunes, and lmind plenty ul lvltll A Kw
come stealtliily alter nightfall tn lliv lulle-
some llut in the black heart of llll Cult!’
Woods. Dallualo yoiillg latlvus, t Tlll
Would, have gone there lwfol lmv., - lt‘.llil.‘,,,
through the tlaikiiess, Wl:i‘ll lilo; dared
not trace the light, to plot (‘Vii Milli lllr:
dark seeresu. Perhaps I [lie you with ..
long pl'8:il!1l)lu -llmuta WI‘l5l(:lit'ti x‘rlL.LpEli
slave and ragral-r lullaiir, but it in Ill.’CF‘S
sary that you may the beiier llllIlI:larl)ll'Etl
dow sill with one blind in a til-apt-r..lr
clutch, but [or all that she Elllolvli like cu:
He only saw her clulcllillv; Lire will
in an agile. Moi-ally and physlt:.llly, Lu -y
I‘oi-wood was a coward. Colon-.-l Stuart
huo some one very dllicrent in-ll. lli.llllTL'i
Black to deal with now. He went UII all i-
a moment's panes-, during which the bcul.
ing of this girl's lrightoiled lllllli. WI:
plainly audible. “ Thajudge’s second anil-
shared the fate nf his (first, lolwilirg three
daughters, Edith. Florence and Madge-
familiar names, MI88 Torwood. E lilli il .l
born in Cuba. and resided there wilh a
maternal aunt. Florence was sent Lu
school, and the youngest and elilorit sister
remained all home. The judge, ill the lul
ness of lime, took a third wife and went
abroad with her. Abroad he died, leaving
a singular will, overy word of which was
prompted, I have no doubt, by th.) tllrrl
wife, undar whose inllueuoo he was plastic
as wax. It lyeqll--athed the larger ball of
his wealth and Hit? laniily huliicstrad to
whichever of hl- four daughters sllliull
become the brid- of this tllirri u'ilu’i. st-u.
Very romantic: very lika l<oine'illr-g ill a
iilrvel, but lloiy ‘u .l'nir,du you u it think ‘H,
Miss Torwliod l"'
He might as well have splfaell ti
window, out oi‘ all-.u‘ll sill-. M04‘; Ll ,,
for all the signs she made of licnrlilg
"Your namesake, the Lucy I spell; ill.
thought so, lit all --vents ; and must bitlcr'
resented the wl-mg that had been don
her. She was miller a strange girl, this
Lucy, outwardly tile quietest an-l ganilcst
of creatures, inwaidly crafty, Lluliigllillg,
.r for wealih, and the
power wealth giv lid quite unscrupulous
what mslins she look to gain ller ends, so
that these means were not found nuL By
stealth she discovered and read the will,
or rather a copy of it forwarded by her
father's widow lrom Italy,and lrom that
time her mind w is made up to be the for-
tunate sister, and inherit her father’:
wealth. Her sisters Florence and lllad-.v,e,
as rivals, she did not particularly fclr,
but of Edith she knew nnthing. In order
to [had out she sent Huldah, the llilllltu I