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I Vol." 11.
1:. c. ALLEN 5! co., Publishers.
E. c. ALLEN, Managing Editor.
Augu. ta, Maine,
hovelnlier 1,
PUBLISHED SEMI-MONTHLY.
Term
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r XV.1sh1nI:,ton. D. c.
AUTUMN.
, "’l"lmIl nnnnrt-i Tlliue mnd. and wt.-ll.-rt the ileum oratory
llt‘ln'-I 'rllm8."-I’!<lInl C. 5
I-‘nnx ’l‘IlB Ht sin or MALAN.
’>’“-x:H. welcome the autumn, Wllh mills and Wllh
h 1-’ ' 5v
' Enrlclied by the God, who nu nature sus-
?;<. u 4 ’ t
mm ctusters oi grapes on the vines Webe-
llul
The apple-tree hends with its burdens oi golll
The lest web are all glided on each lillle sin-ay,
Aud l‘dTllI has put on her most hrilllam array;
.In lhe dislance, like clouds. the blue mountains are
seen.
The nooks and the lvri-rls now repose on the meet].
While his Ilocks in she valley enjoy their repose,
To lnuur the husbundllluu checriul ,oes'
with his good team or oxen. the toil still he shares,
And Iulluws the plnugh, and me rurrow pt-epnres
The noise or the downrnillng null we can heul-,
As with rt-gul
To lhe barn let us husltzn e corn ,
And see how the wind u-ans the light chair away. '
our God, ever rnlthrul. Inns opens His hand,
naunurul gifts on ourland;
makes the earth [0 nhnund.
ixy lllm, too, the nu5huudmun'sla1)om are crnwnud.
ills power preserves all the seed that we sou’,
ile blesses the labor and care we esxow:
While for each ltulu bird llis good Providence curves,
Anll on the Wild hedges lls nlmui-e prepares
our merciful Father! so xraclous and kind.
May He in our bosoms deep ynlltllile and:
my the Jr: urine harvest our primes lna re,
And to fur higher bliss may each heart Bllll aspire.
For what is this glallnesscomphrerl with the )0
The gins which uboveshnll our praises employ .v
Oh, What L! this earth, though adorned by His lhiud,
ml‘
To our glorious home In lmnianuel s
-?oow-.-.-
DICK DASl[AWA1',
ma
YOUNG LONDON FIREMAN.
By the Author of “Rl0i:l'l'n.'L Hun," kc.
CH.4.P'I‘El't VI.
-ran cLo1srr:n’s szcszr.
The next night came, dark and gloomy.
. Just suchs night 15 Andrew Glidden could
have prayed for such an enterprise as his.
For it was nothing less than the forcing or
the vaults ol the Sillsbys, Ind cxaruining the
body of the last ofrthe race, to see if foul play
had been at work. -
It may be nskcd, why did he not nct publicly
on his suspicions
The question is easily mswered.
He desired to have no public exposure oi’ oue
of his family, and considered it quite Enough to
know the truth, and hold it as 1 kind of sword
over the head of his villainous kinsmsu.
so when night came on once more, the old
miser Ind Hurley Pendexter trudged sway from
the smithy. -
“I IOL-1 young again to-night, Mr. Ghdden,"
said the blacksmith, as they walked on.
lI“'hy 7..
“Because, justice is done now, and I have
heard it from your 1' s. I shnll never lorget
iud you and excused you, even though he was
Living the world, And vou were-wt.-ll. it‘s Ill
v
Level Fsrnlvorth becoming Miss Tiolct's hus-
bsucl. IIsven‘t you often rcpcutetl that night,
Andrew Gliddcn ?" ‘
They were nearing the church unit", and the
air blew very chill.
Andrew Cvliddeu shudtlcl-c
“It is very cold to-night,“ he said. “It puts
me in mind of that night twenty years age. Oh,
I have repcntedit,‘llsi-ley, bitterly-mostbiv
terly. But what could Ida? vnuldi thought
him guilty, I fell jllstihcd; when Iknew her to
. be innocent, she was dead.’
ey went on in silence for I (ow ltliuutcn.
The words of ilrrley Pcndcxter Llsd soundml
or
for the best, Ind rlnw liintice will be done by
K3 ‘r
. .
4
5555 -3
K25’:-
“HnrlcV," he ssid,1u-csrntly, just as they were
props:-ing to enter the vlilirt-liysrtl gate, “wlvun
I lost my Alice, as, I thought tllrmlgh the wil-
lsiny of another, I devutt-d n1)'F(‘iI to sniansim;
i'i('llL‘s, and lnvud golllfoi-its ovm sake. But I
think I shall he s tlttfcrunt man from this mo-
ment. I fool it in me; and I shall, wlicn I rvv
turn tn London, nltur my poor girl's style of ex-
lstcucu altogether."
They uutmtl the gum or the churrhynrd,
Ind, in the dull light of the lt-union sky
white tnuibstmws lsy gleaming bcfort-. hun.
Pmin v slunv the nun-ow pnnsnge thnt IUII
lllrnllgll tlJI‘.i&', thcy pn‘.-wlitly runrhml tlu-, clnie.
tors, or what wcre named clnlslers, living Ii
roslity, nothing but . lung ucrirs ut upon vaults
loading round the cllurch, sud spanned hem
and them by I solitsry arch.
Int!) 'iIl’h<
and, multil-
llztllcd.
Had they glalivvtl
might have been conscious that
durlr figure ha.
intn the um-h hduntlnriint, nn
was now vult-lung Ilu-nl.
lint, they EI!8[N.'(‘I<‘Ai nothing
to their task.
will him‘ . builch of iron, an
Nmn the door was tJ]'wm-d, sn
thnulilulnn and hm conipuliiu
.-nu red the ('lmr<'h.
The figure who rm ou
lluak ruuml hint, and nut dow
upon e grsvostone.
ll two ndV(‘l!ttl)‘t‘l’8
tlluiiru-it-us in s hm
t..nnd !il(>lIIh(tlt(‘n om) Mic
otllhil. on link‘ side plate of Vtl.Ii('
was msl kud-
“link Mllhlv)‘, .f1n(t‘t0.
“Ill! August, is-."
A thrill pnm-d through th
framu of AIl(ll'4'W Glitldcn as ll
ruin] it
on me. Haritull, good Ilsrlry," h
nit‘ .
The hlscksnlilhwus not cl tll
hut‘): a ptlrzltltlll thrt ill‘. cnul
This ullrh ulna sou
drew (ilitlilun loolnuil (in Mill)
stiulis (J the sound rt-lloc
thrilugll the vaults.
I‘rL'nclltly the lid yivltlt-Ll with
suddui crush, sud the
murniurcil
slink to yuur hunrnl Lit 1 ll t
Llulm tiulliy, und met‘! you in you
- n cy. cs-
“Tllit! )ilu('<' llus . strange um-c
til.-y (1t‘2l('('INlI'LI by
MIHIO gm-ii and nluttrlgrowll hlqm,
tlli-ir why xuwarlls
the fnrlllt-r end of thin lulgln,
back, they
I.
cm ed them
ll
of
the liind,rnd priwcctli-d straight
The blur-lixiiiillt had brought
d
tl
n
the
much, nu-rnnhile gntllorcd his
n
found
u
e
t
tit‘
rzsmc Ilervuutl ixlstttrisl IE Andruw
tilitltlrn, and his hrnu-ny Irnls
had soon plncotl this chain in
.1
cummcllcv Iin-uhiugz opru tho lid.
sliivering drt-ml as the rumba-
d
culll, rigid
d face or the dund innn lay hrrnru
um.
“And is it thus, old rrirnd, We
‘ the
r
rullin it ulght. I’.aisel1inl-grntly
ms is ifhe nlrpt."
rrndrxtrr rmudup the corpse,
ud, us he did so, the cloth
a
whirl: cuierod the head fell off.
“Ahl Mlilii do I sue T‘ exclainxud he.
uwhy‘
limkymx, lllnitur Glidilcul hurc iii blood behind
his vsrl There has Lwcn foul )lux'
“As i thought,“ murmured Ar.ili-cw Gliddcn.
“Let me see-lvt lilo sccl
Ah, sue here-la woumll
oil l Iuully slain l
ily has, indeed, hrouglit sorrow on your huid.
nld up his head.
He has bum murder-
oh, poor old friend l my turn-
Thvru unis no doubt that foul play had been
exercised.
Ilttllinil the t‘Bl' there was a small punctured
wmilnl, in which tliurn rvllminml the point 0
some
horrid ilorll had horn dun.-
I
Iuiziutv litiwl ilistrulmnt with which the
lulrcw (‘rlitltlcn looked hing nntlthoughtfully
I riond.
It the rcmnins of his oh I
Then his whole rmuucr changed.
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