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f0L y. THIRD 8KRIES
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JSS HASTY PUDDLW,
IN TllKKK CAMT08,
BT JOEL BARLOW.
written at Chamber)', In Saroy, January fl
0, w OWi jn;wfMm 7i wirt tfe dulH.
-kM i (rood breakfast who mixes podding with
Ie Alrt, audacious, thro' the Heavens that rise,
t.rnunp the day and hide me from the skies;
IJotlllr flair, that o'er thetr height unfurl'd,
tarMUh to kings, and freedom to the world,
taf not you.
A softer theme I cause,
i fUU Ulriur, uwf
m rrmtrui, rich, weH suited to Inspire
TV puntt freniy of poetic Are.
Oentoe it not, ye Bards to terror stecPd,
no hurt'd your thunders round the aplo Held :
w jc who strain your midnight throat to sing
Hp that the vineyard and the stlll-hons bring ;
or oo some dlatant fair your note employ.
Aid a)cak of raptiin-s that you n'cr enjoy,
; in tm MltflM 1 know, tlie chwins I feeL
My moral mc Incense, and my evening meaL
Tat sweets of Hasty-Pudding. Come, dear bowl,
OMa o'er my palate, nnd Inspire my soul,
T milk brslde thee, smoking from the klna,
iu suhstanoe mingled, married In with thine,
Rail cool ami temper thy superior heat;
Aad save the pains of blowing while I eat.
on could the smooth, the emblematic song
new Uke thy genial Juices o'er my tongue,
ron id those mild morsels in my numbers chime,
Aad as they, roll In substance, roll in rhyme,
So more thy awkward unpoetle name
Mould uliun tlie Muse, or prejudice thy fame ;
Bat rMnir jrratrrul to the accustom'd ear,
au bards sin "Hi! catch It, and all realms revere !
.r.mmUriilil I if t.liP f ItAP.
Ami i uie llrst with pious toil to trace
Tin' wrecks of time thy lineage aud thy race ;
Declare what lovely squaw, In days of yore,
great Columbus sought thy native shore)
Fint ifuve the to thee world ; her works of tame
Bar Uv d indeed, but UVd without a mine.
Hoea tawny Ceres, godness of her days,
Mntt lenrn'd with stones to crack the well-dry'd maize
Ttru' the rough sieve to shake the golden ahow'r,
la boiling water stir the yellow flour :
The yellow Hour, bestre Wd and stlr'd with haste,
well In the flood and thickens to a paste,
TVn puffs and wallops, rises to the brim.
Drink the dry knobs that on thw .nurftwo wimi
The kimaM at last the busy lndle breaks,
And the whole nmas Its true consistence takes.
CjuW but her sacred name, unknown so long,
Itoe like her lnborv, to the song ot song,
To her, to them, I'd consecrate my lays,
Aad blow her pudding with the breath ot praise.
K was (tella, whom I sang before,
I here ascribe her one gruat virtue more.
Hot thro' the rich Peruvian realms alone
The tame ot Sol's sweet daughter should be known.
Bit o'er the world's wide climes should Uve secure,
Vu as bis rays extend, as long as they endure.
Dear lusty-Pudding, what unpromls'd Joy
Expands my heart, to meet thee In Savoy !
Doom'd o'er the world thro' devious paths to roam,
larh clime my country, and each house my home,
My aoul Is sooth'd, my cares IMve found an end,
I gTetl my long lost unforgottcn friend.
Vor thee thro' Paris, that corrupted town.
How Innu In vain I wandered up and down.
Where shameless Bacchus, with his drenching board
Cold from his cave usurps the morning board:
London is lost In smoke and steep'd in ten ;
So Yankee there can lhtp the name of thee ;
The uncouth word, a libel on the town,
Weak! call a proclamation from the crown.
for climes oblique, that fear the sun's full rays,
ciuu u m uieir logs, exciuuc me K"t;,l'ua uuuw ,
A grata whose rich luxuriant growth requires
Khort gentle showers, and bright etherlal Area.
But here tho' distant from our native shore,
With mutual glee me meet and laugh once more.
The aame! I know thee by that yellow face.
That strong complexion of true Indian race.
Which time can never change, nor soil Impair,
Iter Alphtn anows, nor Turkey's morbid sir ;
For endless years, thro' every mild domain,
When grows the maize, there thou are sure to reign.
Irah man, more Ockle, the bold license claims,
la different realms to give thee different namenv
Thee to the sort nations round the warm Levant
fwtesaa carl, the French of course Po)atU ;
aTen in thy native regions, how I blush
To hear the Pennsylvanlans call thee Mnwk !
On lindson s banks, while men of Delglc spawn
Insult and eat thee by the name mtwiv.
AB spurious sppelbittons void of truth :
I've better known thee from my earliest youth.
Thy name is n uty-rn i-Hng l thus our sires
Were wont to greet thee fumlnjt from their flrea ;
Aad wfcfle they argutt In thy Just defence
with logic clear they thus explained the sense j
14 la Amc tin- bmiintr cauldron o'er the hi-.
" Mecelvaei and cooks the ready powd red maize ; ,
In Aaeie tls ser'd, and then in equal Aaate,
with cooling milk, we make the sweet repast
" Noearv tng to be done, no knife to grate
"Tbevewsetear, and woaand the stony plate ;
" But the amooth spoon. Just fitted to the Up,
f And taught with art the yielding mass to dip,
By fmqwent Journlea to the bowl weB HtoCd,
"Frrforms the hasty honors of the board,
ftneh la thy name, aignlflcant and clear,
A nana, a aoamd to wary Yankee dear,
Rut moat to me, whose heart and palate chaste
'serve my pure hereditary taste.
There are who strive to stamp with disrepute
The Isactoss food, because It feeds the brute ;
la trapeae(IMca-tndnd wit, while gaudy prigs
Onaapare thy nursling man to pamper d pigs ;
With sovereign scorn I treat the vulgar Jest,
Mer tear to share thy bounties with the beast
what though he generous cow glves.me to quaff
tne milk nutritious ; am I then a calf T
Or can the grains of the noisy swine,
Tho' aunVd on pudding, thence lay claim to mine?
nre the sweet song 1 fashion to thy praise,
Huns more melodious than the notes they raise.
My song resounding in its grateful glee,
'o merit el alms ; I praise myself in thee ;
My father Wd thee through his strength of days;
thee his fields were shaded o'er with maize ;
From (hee what health, what vigour he possest,
Ten sturdy freemen sprung from htm attest;
Thy constellation rul'd my natal morn,
Aad ah say bones were made of Indian corn.
bbcioua grata I whatever form It take,
Tnroastor Hon, to smother or to bake,
s every dish tls welcome still to me.
Mat moat my liaaty-Pudding, most In th .
OH Ml "
in hU etmmtrp-
Let the (ftfrn Succotash with thee contend.
- : : : ' 1 " ' m mmmmmmammamlmmmmmmmmmml
Let beans and corn their sweetest Juices Mewl,
Let butter drench them in its yellow ttde,
And a long tillce of baoon grace toetr side :
au the plate, how taaflj m tt he. , i
please nay palate like a bowl or thee.
1 talk of Hoe-cake, fair Vtrtztcda'K
Johnny-cake this mouth has often trt'd ;
She Well, their virtues much the same :
Alike thetr fabric, as allied their fame,
Kxoept In dear New-England, where the last
Receives a dish of pumpkin in the paste.
give It sweetness and improve the taste.
place them all before me, smoking hoc
Wg round dumpling rolling from the pot ;
puatiing of the bag, whose quivering 111 ISA St.
wtth suet hn'd leads on tne Yankey feast :
Charlotte brown, within whose crusty sides
A Dotty sort the pulpy apple hides ;
The yellow bread, whose face like amber glows,
Ana au or Indian that the bake-pan knows
tempt me not my tavnte greets mr eves.
that kw'd bowl my spoon by instinct dies.
To mix the food by vicious rules of art.
kill the stomach and to sink the heart.
To make mankind, to social virtue sour,
Cram o'er each dish, and be what they devour ;
For this the kitchen Muse first framed her book.
Commanding sweats to stream from every conk;
Children no more their antic gambols triad,
And friends to physio wondered why they died.
Not so the Yankey his abundant feast,
With samples furnished, and with plainness drest,
A numerous offspring gathers round the board,
And cheers alike tho servant and the lord;
Whose wen-bought hunger prompts the Joyous taste,
And health attends them from the short repast,
While the full pall rewards the milk-maid's toil.
The mother sees the morning cauldron boil ;
To stir the pudding next demands their care,
To spread the table and the bowls prepalr ;
To feed the children as their portions cool.
And comb their heads, and send them off to school.
Yet may her simplest dish, some rules impart,
For nature scorns not all the aids of art,
Fen Hasty-Pudding, purest of all food,
May stlU be had, Indifferent or good,
As sage experience the short process guides.
Or want of skill, or want of care presides.
Whoe'er would form tt on the surest plan,'
To rear the child and long sustain the man ;
To shield the morals while it mends the size.
And all the powers ot every food supplies,
Attend the lessons that the Muse shall bring,
Suspend your Simons and listen while I sing.
But since, O man ! thy life and health demand
Not food alone, but labour from thy hand,
First in the field, beneath the sun's strong rays,
Ask for thy mother earth the needful maize.;
she loves the race that court her yielding soil,
And gives her bounties to the sons of toll.
When now the ox, obedient to thy calL
Repays the loon that flll'd the winter stall,
Pursue his traces o'er the furrowd plain,
And plant In measur'd hills the golden grain.
But when the tender genne begins to shoot,
And the green spire declares the sprouting root,
Then guard your nursling from each greedy foe,
Th' Insidious worm, the all-devouring crow.
A little ashes, sprinkled round-the spire.
Soon steep'd In rain, will bid the worm retire ;
The feather'd robber with his hungry maw
Swift flics the field before the man of straw,
A frightful Image, such as school boys bring
When met to bum the Pope or hang the King.
Thrice In the season through each verdant row
Wield th Btrons nlQUgh-tdiare aml tU4 falUi tuo -The
faithful hoe, a double task that takes,
TO till the summer corn, and roast the winter cakes.
Slow springs the blade, while check'd by chilling
Ere yet the sun the seat of Cancer gains ;
But when his Here fires emblaze the land
Then start the Juices, then the roots expand ;
Then like a column ot Corinthian mould,
The stalk struts upward, and the leaves unfold ;
The bushy branches all tho ridges fin,
Entwine their anns, and kiss from hill to hill.
Here cease to vex them, all your cares are done :
Leave the last labors to the parent sun ;
Beneath his genial smiles the weu-drest field.
When Autunu cads a plenteous crop shall yield.
Now the strong feilage bears the standards high,
And shoots the tall top-gallants to the sky ;
The suckling ef thler silky fringes bend,
And pregnant frown, their swelling coats distend;
The loaded stok while still the burthen grows,
O'erhangs theipace that runs between the rows :
High as a hof field waves the silent grove,
A safe retre for little thefts of love,
When the nfdg'd roasting ear Invite the maid,
To meet her swain beneath the new-form'd shade:
His generofc hand unloads the cumbrous hill,
And the gren spot is her readyasket fill :
Small condensation tor the two-fold bliss,
The prolys'd wedding and the present kiss.
Sllghteprodat ions these ; but now the moon
Calks fgtn his hollow tree the sly raccoon ;
And w.l i by night he bears the prize away.
The lider squirrel labours through the day.
riot h me ves alike but provident of time,
A virn". rare, that almost hides their crime.
Theset them steal the utile stores they can.
B their granMcs from the tolls or man ;
We- one advantage where they tase no part,
Wf 1111 their wiles they ne'er have found the art
1 the Hasty-Pudding ; here we shine
rlor far to tenants of the pine ;
envied boon to man shall stlU belong.
r'd by them In substance or In song.
last the closing season browns the plain,
d ripe October gathers in the grain ;
p loaded carts the spacious corn house fill.
ie sack distended marches to the mill ; .
e labting mill beneath the burthen groans,
And show'rs the future pudding from the stones :
TTU the glad house wife greets the powder'd gold,
And the new crop exterminates the old.
THE days grow short ; but tho' the falling sun
To the glad swain proclaims his day's work done.
Night's pleasing shades Ids various task prolong,
And yield new subjects to my various song,
For now, the corn house flll'd, the harvest home,
A frolic scene, where work, and mirth, and play,
Unite their charms, to chase the hours away.
Where tne nuge neap ues cenvuru in un nau.
e lamps suspended from the cheerful wall,
corn ted nymphs and strong hard-handed
ruato rang ed, extend in circling rows,
tee their seats, the solid mass attack ;
y husks rustle and the com cobs crack :
ng, the laugh, alternate notes resound.
sweet elder trips in silence round-
laws of Husking every' wight can tell t
An.r m lnwH h ever keens so well :
Hh red ear a general kiss he gains,
W V-h smut ear she smuts the luckless swains ;
Bu "orae sweet maid a prize Is east,
lips, and taper as her waist,
She V, tuc round, and culls one favored bean
Who L jjjg mscious, tribute to bestow.
Vartotp gports, as are wits and brains
Of wekggj nxases and contending swains :
Till tnV mound of corn Is swept away.
And he . uat last ear wins the day.
WtWajB house-wife urges an her care,
The weu ,d feast to bagjjpand prepare.
The sifted t rfrea(jy waits her hand,
Tb miUt Wd, the bowls in order stnund.
nre !rWh; and, asa pool (that takes
The headlor 0-OT ,fam breaks)
roam' "" rages wtth Incessant tolls,
80 n rages roars and boOs.
Fte1S, Wane seasons wen the toed,
1 uni - uuer an the good,
Long o'er ia Vngflre sab let ft stand i
.To Bttr It well demands a stronger band ;
The husband takes his turn ; and round and
ladle flies ; at last the toU la crown-d ;
When to the board the thronging honkers pour,
abu uw umw scum as at uie oucu wiure.
I leave them to their feast- There still belong
More copious matters to my faithful song.
For rules they are, tho' ne'er unfolded yet,
Nice rules and wise how pudding should be ate.
Some wtth molasses line the luscious treat,
And mix like Bards, the useful wtth the sweet.
A wholesome dish, and well deserving praise,
A great resource In those bleak wintry days,
When the chili'd earth Ben burled deep In snow.
And raging boreas drives the shivering cow.
Blest cowl thy praise shall still my notes employ,
Great source of health, the only source of Joy ;
How oft thy teats these pious hands have preet !
Uow oft thy bounties prove my only feast !
Bow oft I've fed thee with my faVrtte grain I
And roar'd, like thee, to find thy children slain 1
Ye swains who know her various worth to prize.
Ah I house her well from Winters angry sides,
Potatoes, pumpkins, should her sadness cheer.
Com from your crib, ami maShes from your beer ;
When Spring returns she'll well acquit the loan,
And nurse at once your Infant and her own.
Milk then with pudding I should always cause ;
To this in future I confine my Muse,
TBI she In haste some farther hints unfold,
Weil for the young, nor useless to the old.
First In your bowl the milk abundant take.
Then drop wtth care along tho sliver lake
Your flakes of pudding ; these at first will hide
But when their growling mass no more can sink,
When the soft island looms above the brink,
Then check your hand : youve got the portion's due,
So taught our sires, and what they taught Is true.
There is a choice in spoons. Tho' small appear
The nice distinction, yet to me 'tis clear,
The deep bowl'd Gallic spoon, contrlVd to scoop
In ample draughts the thin diluted soup,
Performs not wejl in those substantial things,
Whose mass adhesive to the metal clings;
Where the strong labial muscle must embrace,
The gentle curve, and sweep the hollow space,
With ease to enter and discharge the freight,
A bowl less concave but still more, dilate,
Becomes the pudding best. The shape, the size,
A secret rests unknown to vulgar eyes.
Experienc'd feeders can alone Impart
A rule so much above the lore of art.
These tuneful lips, that thousand lips have tried,
With Just precision could the point deckle.
Tho' not la song ; the muse but poorly shines
In cones and cubes and geometric lines,
Yet the true form, as near as she can teu,
Is that small section of a goose-egg-shell,
Which Into equal portions shall divide
The distance from the centre to the side.
Fear not to slaver ; 'tis no deadly sin,
like the free Frenchman, from your Joyous chin
Suspend the ready napkin ; or, like me,
Poise with one hand your bowl upon your knee ;
Just In the zenith your wise head project,
Your full spoon, rising In a hue direct.
Bold as a bucket, heeds no drops that fall,
The wide mouth'd bowl will surely catch them alL
THE LIFE OF THE HOUSE.
The Duke of Provence knocked on Lis
daughter's door witb the hilt of his sword:
"Arise, Maguelonne; it is break of day
and tho Augelus will eoou sound; thy
brothers wall for lite below; the horses
paw the pavement iu the court; it is time
It was just after a bloody war, in order
to cement a treaty of peace, that Maguel
onne was married, while a mere child, to
Prince Herbert, who was of the same age.
After that day they had grown up, sepa
rated from one another; but the time had
now come to couduct Maguelonne to her
Maguelonne made the sign of the cross
to commend her soul to the virgin. She
rose and put on her bridal robe with the
long veil hanging to the door; then, very
pale, she went below.' Her brothers,
looking at nor admiringly, placed her m
''la the realm of Prince Herbert a great
distance from here ?" the asked.
"Oh. a long way off. To get there we
as a a
must traverse plains and forest, and as
cend many a blue topped mountain.
Then alagnelonne bowed her head in
sadness. Nothing had ever before separ
ated her from the home where she was
born. Thus mounted, she could touch
the ivy which covered its walls, but now
her father and brothers said, "let us de
part." Just then her mother came out of
the house bathed in tears, and, with trem
bling arms, pressed against her heart the
little dainty foot of her daughter, as it
rested in the stirrup.
"Thou leavest me," she cried, "whom I
flourished with this breast ! The room
where thou did'st sleep (oh, my heart !)
will remain empty, and I shall seek vain
ly for thee iu my deserted home.
"Alas I" exclaimed Maguelonne, "is it
not you and my father who has given me
to Prince Herbert ?" But it was in vain
that tears glittered like drops of dew iu
the eyes of the noble girh; the calvaeade
moved, and the foot of Maguelonne drop
ped from her mother's hands
The stirrips jingled, the spurs clanked,
and the pebbles struck fire under the hoofs
of the horse. The Duke of Provence and
his three sons were powerful horsemen,
clad in black armor, the terror of the Sar
acens. In the midst of this double hedge
of iron rode the fair Maguolonue on a
They rode on and on; they traversed
the plains, they disappeared under the
green vault of the forest; then they could
at last be seen riding ou the side of the
no 1 a V
1 heir thoughts were sad; not a song
nor a ballad did they utter to divert them
selves by the way.
Nevertheless, days and nights had gone
by since their departure, when at the ford
of a river; the old duke stopped hia horse
entirely. "As truly as the waters of this
river will never flow past here agajn, so
true is it, said he, "that I will not go on
one step farther. Thy brothers, oh, Mag
uelonne, wilt accompany the tanner; my
road ta now behind me.
"What will become of roe if thou dost
abandon me ?" said the lovely Maguel
onne, in tears.
' "Is it not riirht I should go to console
tby mother 1 Farewell, dear child; years
have accumulated over qy bead, and per
haps I shall die without ever seeing thee
"The will of God be done ! But you
0, my brothers, promise that you will not
Her brothers bowed their bead . in si-
"Tin lnnrr mrA tirjiftm tK Un tm I
w " IVIIg UllU . n ww Hvy '
My brothers, we pass "without cessation
from forest to mountain and from moan
tain to plain, but we do uot arrive at our
destination. Are we not lost In the coun
try of dreams ?"
"No, my, sister; bat Prince Herbert
lives a long distance beyond those blue
"Still on, my brothers; docs it not seem
to you that as we advance the sky dark
ens beniud us, the grass, witters, and the
treec bow their weeping branehes down to
the earth ?"
"Yes, Maguelonne; sadness extends be-
uino tnee Decause tuou win never pass
this way again. At this hour oar lather
travels alone, his heart bias with sad
ness, aad our mother wriogtjher haatda in
"Do you think that I have uot my por
tion ot grief ilut what do 1 see I Is it
thy horse which rises on his feet, or thou
bo pullest the bridle V
"Do uot accuse my horse. This oak at
my right marks the line that I ought uot
to pass. 31 y brothers will descend with
thee to the valley."
"What!" cried Maguelonne, with clasp
ed hands; "hast thou not a worn not to
leave me t"
"Vain oath, my sister. Ought I not to
go and console my father and mother 1
Farewell, Maguelonne, much beloved
am young, out one otten sees tho young
die before the old. Shall I never see thee
"Depart then, my brother. No; by the
liolv Virgin, thou hast not truly loved
Of the two brothers who remained
Amaury the youngest, was very highly
accomplished, and Maguelonne loved him
"Dear Amaury, said she, "sing me
one of the ballads that please the knights
and ladies so. much."
"Willingly, my sister; I will sing to
thee the ballad of Iuesille du Beam."
"Stop," cried Maguelonne; "that is a
very wicked ballad which you have cho
sen for me."
But while she was speaking the second
of her brothers halted suddenly. Magu
elonnc understood that this one also was
going to leave hur. She locked at him iu
scorn and anger.
"What is it, then, that frightens thee,
viliant kuinght ! Is it this grasshopper
which crosses the road ? Ah I keep silent;
what canst thou say to me ? Go, and be
cursed, Jthuu who dost abandon the wom
an who is thy sister !"
Having thus spoken in violent passion,
for the blood of In r race was as fierce as
the flame, she lowered her voil so as not
to see her brother depart.
t r -
very soon a traveler passed liim on
"Salutations to thee, Magoelonnr; thy
brother who has just left the was robbed
and wounded by the bandits."
Anon there comes another : ' God pro
tect thee, Majruelouue; thy eldest brother
has fallen iulo an ambuscade and the
Moors have carrid him 08 into captivity
A third called to her from a distance:
"A pleasant journey to thee, Maguelonne;
dost thou know that thy father, the Duke
of Provence, was drowned in crossing the
A fourth passed by and said : "Pray to
God, beautiful woman; the house where
.1,,.,. ..fAit l , , h linn in ( t . r, il n,.i.
1 tuvru nast umu um iaucu ill iuc uauito,
1 a il llipv arc si'i lt i nu tho iwtrlr of thv inn.
ther in the ruins."
"Hearken, Maguelonne!" cried Amaury;
"by the holy rood, my horse shall feel the
"Body of God! but I am overwhelmed!
Wait, dear brother, nor leave me alone in
this dark, fierce place f '
But there passed at this moment a fifth
traveler, who crossed over on the opposite
"Hasten thy steps, fair Maguelonne
lovely maiden for an eager husband
arms; Pnnce Herbert is dying of grief,
for he has been told that his young . wife
was earried off on the journey, and no one
knows what has become of her."
"Day of misery !" cried the poor girl;
"let us separate, my brother, and let us
pray to God to conduct iuc to the man to
whom I belong."
1 hen pale and trembling, she pressed
on alone. upon her horse. But the sky
become darker than night; the tempest
broke loose with violence; gloomy birds
glided through the darkness, skimming
with their heavy wings the soft cheeks of
the young bride. Her horse overcome by
terror, plunged madly forward. Maguel
onne let herself slide to the giooud, and
continued the journey ou foot; the thickets
caught her rich dress iu thetr thorny arms,
the stones tore her velvet shoes into shreds,
and made her delicate feet bleed.
At this moment a hermit met her.
"Ah ! father," said Maguelonne, "take
pity on my misfortunes. Of my three
brothers, the eldest is wounded, the second
u a captive, and the third has gone to help
the other two. The Duke ot Provence,
father, has perished in the great river, my
mother lies buried under the ruius of our
house, and Prince Herbert is perhaps dy
iug at this moment. Has not God aaid, 'a
woman shall leave father and mother to
go with her husband, and foraake all to
cleave to himf Tell me, man of God,
have I acted well ?"
"Yea, thou art a noble woman- Maguel
onne." Then, how maraeuloua ! The heavens
cleared away, the tempest subsided in the
distance, aad, while the rain fell in drops
from the leaves of the trees, the birds be-
gan to sing.
' Tell me, holy father, what do s all
this signify I Behold, even now the sen
shines ajrain. the trees are still, end the
"This signifies that we are approaching,
the domain of Priuos Hsrbert, for joy
-- - . A -t 1 . . - ..SiImL . . JT -. ,., - u uaaaar
goes before the woman whose husband
"But only see! everywhere my figs
rest the earth is covered with verdure and
"It is because thy feet will never more
be wouuded with atones and briers, my
aH?r- ... ,.A,
"Tell me again, is it not a dream t It
seems to me that high and ragged moun
tain dvcreaae. and lowers itself to the lav.
el of ihe plaiu."
"It is because the dwelling of thv bus-
1 . kl" -Aft . ft-.i I
bank, the Prince, will soon appear " I
A nH mr. It Ik. r I .
1 J I L. ... t 1 1 I
imim. ui lira x iiuwj 1 1
sombre, and the windows seeessd as ii
tby had not been opened for years.
"How gloomy the houss looks 1 They
will say, alaal that there is no owe living
to inherit it.w.
"Life wiU enter these only when thou
dost. Mogshsloone; for noble and beau
tiful woman is ihe lije qf the bouse "
At these words the hermit disappeared,
and Maguelonne, having taken a few steps
furthur, touched the door of the palace
with the tip of her foot, when the portal?
flaw open, and in a moment the edifice
was illumined; delicious music sounded
th rough the vast corridors; and Prince
Herbert, magnificently attired, hurried
forward, followed by his retainers, to pre-
sent his hand to Maguelonne'
"Thou art moat welcome here," said be;
"thou who art the life qf the house "
Then Maguelonne blushed and smiled thousand years of bondage ie the perpet
as she recognised in her handsome bus- ual acquisition of art and property. 8he
k.n1 U l. I, mmU - - 4- U l .L. t - ,.1 1 , ' '
wmnu hiv uui wuu cauio t ucr iu mo
forest. But that which was the greatest
surprise of all was to find her father in the
great hall, with her mother and brothers,
who waited fur her in festive costume.
"Bo blessed, dear child," said the old
duke; "thou who hast preferred thy has-
Ln l nil - 1 .L.ll l. ..,.1.1 .
" an inuaitj tuuu ouaiv uv m nuuio
lady in the land, and command many set-
vauts. liut, God is mv witness, if thou
bsdst failed in this trial the doors of a
convent would have abut thee iu for
Having thus spoken, he embraced Mag
uelonne, and there were briliant festivities
he Id ou this joyful occasion which were
heard of throughout the whom of Christ
We confess to a reasonable
mat me ena 01 an ounaay ocnoot wont
does not seem to be, essentially and of
1 - m. . t i r it ci 1 a 1 a 1 11
course, to teach oieiv.
It is verv little consolation after a Hnrle
of hymns and miscellany to bear it aaid,
"Ah ! well, it will do them good.
It may have been better for them than
to be at home.
"We are not certain."
The end and aim of all Sunday School
work evidently should be, not to build up I ewt snd eloquent man, Mr. Aboer Clop-
... .1. at a a
a school; not to teach Bibieal facts, but
to lead the soul to a peiaonal knowledge
of its God. Do not mistake us as mean
ing to coudemn efforts to render the school
instructive, entertaining, delightful. But
the atmosphere should be responsibility
to the Father. A school for patiiotism
might lose itself in drill aud parade. A
school for philanthropy in general axioms
and a display ot generosity. In si eking
to cultivate the higher grace of piety many
lose themselves iu the routing and form
ularies. What we want to do is to impress it
opon the superintendents that they should
so arrange and lead the school that all
shall feel it Is God's school.
If we fail with the Sunday School, God
pity the young souls.
It is true that we mutt lead them to
personal consecration to the right More
will be all right even if machinejy be not
tho most spproved. S. 8. Times.
TypoRTaphy in Japan.
Among the marvels of the decade which
is to be so brightly distinguished by the
Centennial celebration of American Inde
pendence, ia '.be rapid progress which
printing has made in Japan since 1870.
The advances achieved by typography in
the densely-populated and lor many ages
benighted Asiatic empire, in the short
period o.' five years, can only fittingly be
described by one word wonderful. In
an Oriental country, intensely prejudiced
against Western civilisation, wbcro nei
ther types, newspapers nor books existed
ten years ago, there are sow published
thirty-four newspapers; eight of them are
issued dsily, and the majority have been
established since 1869. There has also
at m U
been erected s type foundry, is in active
Manv uriutin urease have been im.
ported, and more are needed, and no doubt
soon he sent for. A number of Amen
cans and Europeans are in Japan busily
engaged iu preparing for tho press die
tionai ies; vocabularies, phrase books, and
grammars, iu the English, French, Gor -
man, aud Italian language. Learned
Niphonese ore translating, with a view
flat m 1 If -1 S i
immediate puoucanon, worxs on medicine,
law, political economy, astronomy, and
other subjects. 1 lie old-time opposition
to printing has vanished, and the clinking
of type and the clattering of presses will
do more in five years to civilise snd chrie-
tianixe Japan than would have been ac-
eompnsoea in tne same uireciion oy utly
Vf.Ar. brm.hardment from th e.,i..t,i...J
0f Kurope snd America,
V . . a rm . " - - J"9' W , .
V. i W- t IISBSfBI SSBBBj! -'90mm49
I rionnnn n n lli ummm hMuiaa t than nn nil I
Ltfi .1 it Lr . , I posed to note tho point
, I . j . e 1 u !! u I the dwelling-house. J
' nnl (! t inn trn in I rwl ha will he 1 . .
-t' -j uu .1 i. ' i nn. ehapel, and they were
I tt tmu aim 1 1 uo w . ii ,uo wu wi . a wuv I
I siwsys Rked the Bstrrew fas Her
difference is me. Ufa
rather hi he awvsv that abe sals us rSrk
it slwnya was s Wd habit ; any hoary
s hog el toaxrtaws senlaVed
ponawlr lying in mud-hole cava appear andst
the Hebrew etaaden's prvjerrlce. Bet she
Jt haur, com plea ion, nod heft that
please me welL As far as I sat aware.
there are no abbreviations unci suit to
u. rJI b-v.,.i. : . l. r:.L. a
" "ym-vB iu ura wui. a
n, nobly planned, with soany aback
lee b her hand. She fattens Wf hend
soohsly. Who ever raw a lea.
Jewish maid or matron t If is lea's writ
ten in the Koran it owght to he, that the
presiding Allah, when he saw bow piaass
ly Judith, Miriaui, Heger, end the reel el
them gave up their pork and beans, ham
aud eggs, sausage, sera pel and spare ribs,
he said: "Bisballabl Mashsilsh I or aav
other Allah ; sincc
my handmaid has pan j
hall inherit hi hefT"T
aside the swine she
rl,l m m,
t no uoraesuc virtues 01 Israel are
here iu the perfection. The men smoke ;
the women dress ; two Hebrew lovers are
fond to sec ; they appear to be cnductin?
a most civilised bargain. No simpering
schoolgirl is that broad shouldered, broad -
beamed young creature whose ancestors
ministered in the temple and J two
marries wim ner eyes wiue open and in-
visible, pair of scales between them. She
weighs him by carats. She tests his
property and bis faith. When she
yields to his suit he has married s faith-
ful wife, a fruitful mother, and a woman
of business. Her appetites grow wfth
I 1 11
ner years ana piogeny. . oihSseess SOBS
from this Jessica She grows old as iron
rusts, merely oxidizing in her strong rich
tresses, and their boary theocracy, that is
still the only grand poetical religion, de
scends about their e-tveof Macpelab, where
iu the primitive rock ot law end creation
they are gathered to their fathers. The
Jewa are by nature a con vi vol people,
and thetetore they prefer our watering-
places more and more every year. Moat
of them come to us through German stock.
They are always in contact with other
1 a e . a
races, yet ao ouiy touch ; thetr voyage
dOWU the atres. tbrooeb the races, la an
odvgaev .uc, H lbe DU.ntom .hlD huv
ed that craft of sailors' fears with bears
upon the doomed human veesel, strikes
without a shock, then opens and sails
- ww 1 1 . 1 a
ml . ner ProW ,8.PTeT lD?
the Hebrew nob. Ota. Alfred lowntend.
John Randolph was a greet bible re a
der and was deeply concerned with reli
gioua subl ets. Ho employed an exeell-
ton, to preacn every ounaay to ins ne-
,n ,U,e 'P4 h mct
L,. mIahIsIIam XAJ Raaa-k mm S ! m
on bis plantation, w hen at home he
pitlU h-CS 4.1 W l.
invariable attended these services, taking
his seat by the preacher on the open
platform, from which the preacher con
ducted the services. On many" occasion
while kneeling beside the preacher, who
waa prone to be earried away by the
fervor of prayer, Randolph would slap
him ou the back and esll out loudly,
"Clopton, that won't do; that's not sound
doctrine. Clopton, lake that back; ' snd
if Clopton remonstrated, Randolph, though
keeping himself on his knees, was ready
at ouee for an argument to maintain hia
point. No one but Mr. Clopton. who
new the eeceotrieity and honest rao'ivea
of the man, cruld have borno with these
irreverent interruptions while is the midst
of prayer ; but Mr. Clopton, when he
found Randolph determined to argue the
potut, either gracefully yiclrted or pro
and- argue it at
o visitors at the
were exceedingly curious snd sometimes
absurdly ludicrous. But that was Mr
It ia said that on one cold Sunday, in
this chspel on Mr Randolph's plantation,
while giving out the hymn in the old
foshioiied way, two Hues at a time, and
it was bing lustily sung by lbe negroes,
ST II . i
Mr. uiopton, tne preacher, observed s
negro man put his foot, upon which
a new brogan, on the hot stove. Tarn
ing toward him, he said in his measured
voice, "ion rascal you, ym 11 burn your
shoe ;" as this wsa the rhyme of the exact
metre of the hymn, the negroes all sung
it in their loudest tones. Smiling at the
trmrf the preacher attempted mildly te
I explain by saying
"31 v colored tnends. Indeed von are
wrong; I didn't intend that for the song;'
but there it was again, another rhyme in
good measure, so the negmes song that
too with pious fervor. Turning to his
congregation, the preacher aaid some
what sharply, "1 nope you will not ing
again, until 1 hsve had time to explain;'
but this only aroused the negroes, who
iang ibe last word with increased vignr.
I Mr. Clopten, feeling fnat his tongue
seemed to be toned to rhyme, abandoned
al) efforts at explanation, and weut on
- I wun uis srryicrs.
Tslk shout the Keely motor is revived
I at Philadelphia. A stationary engine
1 will be completed within three or four
I weeks, wbeu a private exhibition will be
to J giveu to members of the press at Mr.
, - . en ram a n
I iveely s residence, l no mcbins, it is
I reported, ia uow under perfect control
that, while an immense power cou be gen
I eratcd in an instant, yet suck improve
I meuts have beeu made ss to allow th" en-
J gineer to so manipulate is as to reduce
I the pressure from fifteen thousand pounds
I to the square men down to X'-ro. An -u
f.ir r4ilrod mirrwtua i ml-, keiaa -
1 mmAT AVSh
WASBB - WBS1
H iBD WlRF.
wfwjwsahailow the BaitoaragsH iHH s
Granite Raw. - m was
mv D. A . AXW
Saliabery,N C-.May l-tf.
Cat a .rue fur 175
asripltona of fruits, mm it Ms
AaVswsa. LUAFT A SAILOR,
July U 1875.-4UU.
"lEW MILLINERY STOW.
At the osi nd of Foster 4 ffsssk.
Jest teesiveai a fall lis of Hats, sad Bws-
neta, trimtned and iintrimaaed. Rtaaawsaa, Bearih
and all the latest Preach and American iflWfsWj
tisa, at W
Olden easariteai with care an
, Piaking and biamping done tu
The Store will be u nducta! on the
tern and no goods or work will Is
anyone, innruia m unuru..
Ti f , ,
MRS. S. J. UALYBUotXOS,
w . tftJ
Sprina Stock 1875.
f e Js - J
120 Bsgs Coffee,
50 Bssveis 8avgsr,
40 " hloUassee,
6000 lbs. Bacon, 2000 lea. Lard, .
8000 lbs. Beet Sugar Cored Hams,
80 Kegs Sods,
80 Boxrs '
50 " Adamantine Candles,
40 " Soap, 2000 lbs. CsrwUna Rica, t
30 Cases Oysters,
20 do Brand v lWhes.
Sacking Toss BBS,
i j a rv
85 Gross Suuff, 85 Coils Cotton
40 dos. Painted Pails,
40 Boxes Assorted Car.dv.
100 Reams "Wrapping Paper,
A fall line of W kxJ A WiUcn wars, a essnt
A full liue f Rou A fJsoss (vsrvcheso).
A fall line of Hst. '
A fall hue f Saddles at Bridle. Salt.
Ginger. Spice. Canoed Good p. Royal
riiwders. iirar. l unswss, irssfcerv.
Tanners d Machine Oila, Ac , Ac. m
The above atock wa boasrht incs-ths MSS
heavy decline in price, ssd tseafr red alWsastaV
I aaie A Retail si v
ery short pruhu, 1W cssA.
11INOUAM A GO.
June 3rd I -TO.
So. 1. fJeivy plow Shoe at ilflO
'Women "boss sttlSs ISO A !7s
Tadina Etiilroideml Slipper at 1MU worth Ifef,
Ladies rDippers at $15 worth 175,
Ladies Crntjoct Shipper st fits werth fM.
Ldie Cloth Gaiters tt 17& wwrUBbS,
Uadica Cloth UaJters at S worth gJDaV,
A large lot of ChiUren bhoc
Offar the beat e-l.-r-tl: of
sod ia West arm North Careii
L-V DIES' AGKNTS- ciOLi' V .T22A
.eld 0M-r aad Teat C ma i n ,
rZaVB OO LD 7LAT0 Jswsiry,
SILVEIl WARE, GOLD PFJiSmM.
They are gwtaaW th cwlehraud
Spsetaveles awd jjj atassss. 1
ed fr.iu Minute Crystal f'U;
Vt'atrhe. "lfS and Jewelry
wartawted 11 aamrflaa,
UUII n iTT-""' w.
Store on Maim ueet, z
TVsj ywa want Hardware Ift wV
aanaBLwQsanaW "HNt t '
mmitt 'fcyTwaL TBfaSjaarfaaM
' 1,1 i " i ts
fnm hefwy prfmft4
s z 'Jai.' auJ aeestai
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