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Vryden. r,;fM )P JsORWAY. the whole of North in barbarism and in KiU' ,k' was .lllL .. -1- i.L,!.irrv. a "' ; and beautiful maid rise, on the rugged I'..,, m? -A', Sllj coast of NiH a; V here she stpod, and looked ir-tfil over the retiring waves whirl li:oi left wt lnnS of llvCT.v Surf ot i.r small naV and a ves- sel l;iv w reckerf ung ' - n.. ua pe.iu-aiiuttl gentle lady.- The sav age people C"t,tl about 1,er wolulci:in? nmcli at tl,e ra; fashion antl the richness of her nowinc -irment, and at her fresh ami delicate h-nty, but most of all at the bwik-tiiess andnity of her demeanor. It was the -dden who became the wife of K.-rnar, tVyoim? Prince of Norway; f-lic w . of al rank with him, being a 's daiiJl 'i', but was obliged to fiee from the' pVvr of her father's throne. Tin- Priucvdimth, for so she was called, M as not a'n olater; yet for nearly a year after Iter m riage, few persons but her hus ii. knew e name of her religion. They s,.on leariH. however that in her it was jic.ii eable. -title and easy to be entreated, fall ofmeic-ind good l'niits, without partial ity ami witont hypoen'sy; and so she w;as . .1 ,1. 111 1 3 1 .v. d by r, and might have been nappy. Lad not" Timra, the" widow of the king's eldest fjoisvisited the cottrt of Norway. Now this emora was veiy beautiful, prond and reveveful. and so skilled in magic that bv unv she was named the "Sorcer ess." rJmora was queen, in her own right, of the f; Orkney isles; and, notwithstand ing licrusband's sudden death, she had cherish, the hope of reigning In 'Norway also: f. Regnar, then the younger broth er, t!;..ch now the heir, had wooed her when, om ambition, she preferred the el der pi ee. AVln Temora came to court, niaing ner fierv issions with a smiling faee, and saw the i.mtv of the innocent Gurith, and the influtce she had won in the hearts of those aron.l her, she devoted her to ruin. It is sai 1 iat she went at midnight, far up a moi the hills, into the depths of a black pinforcst, where stood a rude but famous tonic of the idol AVoden, (the ruins are r.o scattered about the place) and there sp-ikling her own blood upon the altar, v..ed toaceoniplish a deep and terrible rimge.. From that hour she left no way iied to reach her ends. At first she ht, under the mask of friendship, to t'oduee ihto the heart of Gurith some "ck suspicion of her husband's faith, and at last, break that gentle heart; but the ling princes was above suspicion; tove id her perfect confidence in him she loved ere as a breast -plate of adamant to her, :om which every weapon that was aimed srainst it fell otf, not only blunted, but eaving no trace to show where it had struck. I'lms Temora was confounded and perplex ed, for. she had judged the princess by her own principles and feelings. Still, notwithstanding an uies.e uecjt devices, the guiltless Lady u until grew in f.,vnr rind tender love with all who knew her, and the sorceress' inwardly cursed her self when she beheld the effect of Gurith's Piesencb P tlje barbarous Norwegians; .ff.., t fnr more grateful to Ji woman s heart than the most aw ful influence of her ,n..ric knells. When Gnnth came bannnet-hall thev met her UUIU llltw 1 onlv nest to adoration. Thrir brutal manner caught, for the time. .t,i f hfr p-entleness: their tierce .n.rmtmos? ceased; "their coarse jest and fiV oflatiirhter Bounded -more faintly; the very minstrels touched their harps lightly and turned tneir war songs w muie plaintive lays, such as gentle woman loves to hear. But the secret of the influence was a mystery to the consummate artful f Onecn Temora: she could not com prehend that simple humility and uriaffect- . . . 1 V on cii qt' tliA most sav ed K.inanes iu " " t.- ;ctonM. after a battle, when the wounded were brought home, a band 0 ,..;t- rame forward to the terrace upon cat Gurith and femora, suirounded bv their Jadies. They brought the richest noil and laid them at the feet of the two Temora snatched at once Lonetofgems,and placed it upon her head with a haughty snnle. They who etood by shuddered as they saw her bright flocr,inr. and the rich blush of pleas- nre on hrr cheek; for a few dark drops clun- to the threads of yellow hair upon w inw. iind trickled down her face; Wo hnman blood upon the coronet! Gurith had scarcely looked upon the glit- V.nnblP3 set before; she had seen soldier fall exhausted ,at- the a BWe.Hvc to raise hito- .They "who if 7 stood by looking with tender and admiring love, as they beheld her hands and gar ments stained w7ith blood, for she had torn her long white veil to staunch the wounds, dressing them with her own soft hands, and then, as other wounded soldiers were carried from the field, she forgot her rank and the feebleness of her sex to administer to their relief. It was in saeh instances as these that the character of Gurith was discover ed; was it strange that she almost seemed a being of a higher order to the untutored savages! But soon Temora began to fear that Gurith was herself an enchantress, for every withering spell of witchcraft had been tried in vain against her. She had met at midnight with the weird women in their murky caverns; there they sang theii charmed rhymes together, and held horrid incantations. Gurith was still unharmed, still lovely, still happy in the love of her husband and of all the people. By a mere chance the sorceress at last discovered what she felt convinced to be the secret of Gurith's hidden strength. There was a chamber in a small lonely tower that joined the palace, to which the young princess retired, not only ut stated periods every day, but often at other times. There she would sometimes remain shut up for hours', and no one dared intrude upon her privacy; even her husband humored her wishes, and had never since his mar riage visited that chamber. If sometimes she visited it mournful, dispirited and with downcast looks, she never failed to come forth from her retirement with a new spir it, calm and smiling, and all the fair beau ty of her face restored. This, then, was the chamber where those spells were wov en which had baffled the skill of the sor ceress. ; Not long after the queenHiad made the discovery of the chamber, the aged king, her father-in-law, while visiting the prin cess Gurith, was struck with blindness. Temora began to rejoice, for an opportuni ty well suited to her own dark purposes, had at last occurred. There was a solemn festival held in hon or of the goddess Freya. In the midst of the rejoicing, the sorceress, her;hair stream ing on her shoulders, and her rich robes all rent, rushed into the hall. "With fran tic cries she bade the feasting cease, and seizing from an aged scald the harp that he was striking, she tore awaylhe strings, and then, in sullen silence, she, sat down before the idol' s image. Again she r&se, and with a dagger's point scratched a few rough characters upon the altar. The priests had gathered round her, and when they saw those letters they shrieked aloud with horror; they fell before the idol,, and bow ed their faces to the ground, howling and heaping dust upon their heads. Upon this, with a flxf'd and dreamy stare, Temora a- rose, and, beating upon a sort of shapeless drum, oommej chant, She told th enced a low and melancholy le'm that the nation had cause to mourn, that heavy calamities had fallen upon them, and that the gods had sent a curse upon them. A monster had been cast up by the treacherous waves, and none had known their danger, lheir king their prince, nay she herself, had been deceived; or that fearful mouster had come among them in a human form, even as a beautiful maiden . They had cherished her, and now the judgment had fallen on them: it had begun with the king he was struck with blindness where would it fall next? With prophetic glance she could foresee. But here the drum-dropped from her hands; at once her frantic violence was stilled; she ank npon the ground, and her long hair fell like a veil over her stern features she had said enough. As she ceased, a smoth ered sound of cursing rose on all sides; now the whirlwind of furious passion burst forth and knew no bounds. The tumult spread ar and wide among the people. Led bv the wizard priests, they rushed to the pal ace, and demanded that their king should come lortn to tnem. xow tne poor old ing, being in his dotage and almost gov erned by the priests, had been persuaded and tutored to think and to answer just as they suggested. Led by the sorceress, he came forth sightless and trembling, and his few faltering words confirmed all that Te mora had declared. All this time Prince Regnar had been absent. He came in from hunting inst when Temora had brought his father forth. Horror-struck, he soon perceived the pur pose of the hendish woman; but in vain he sought to quell the furious tumult;; his fa ther was totally under the dominiou of the priests; and when a cry was raised, de manding as their victim the young and in nocent Gurith, the king's assent was given. As for the princess, she was not to be found. Two persons, however, who at once had guessed the place of her retreat, met at the door of her mysterious chamber, f or once that door was scarcely closed; it opened at the gentle touch of Regnar, but something arrested him: "btop, stop!" he whispered, holding the door firmly with one hand, while- he thrnst forth the other to prevent Temora from advancing. "Stop but a lit tle time; let us not disturb her yet." Te mora obeyed; curiosity for aw hile mastered her vengeance. She wished to hear dis tinctly the words that were uttered in that chamber; but what were the words that fell upon her earl The low, sweet voice of Gu rith breathing forth prayers to the God she worshiped; pleading for her worst enemy; praving that he whose favor is life, would give a new spirit and sweet peace of mind and every blessing to her sister Temora! The voice of Gurith ceased, and Regnar entered softly. Temora had sunk upon the steps where she stood: she did not en ter, though at last that chamber stood op en before her; but with still greater aston ishment than that with which she had lis tened, she eazed upon its inmate. She was kneeling with both her hands covering her face: the tears that trickled through her fingers too well betrayed the anguish that had stopped her voice in prayer. And this, then, was the secret of the mysterious chamber. Gurith had trusted to no spell but thait of innocence; her strength had been in the confession of utter weakness to Him w ith whom she held her high and spiritu communion r-to Him whose strength is made perfect in the weakness of his child ren. To Him who hath borne our griefs and carried sorrows, whose gracious invita tion is to the weary and the heavy laden, she had gone in every time of trial; and from the foot of his cross, where she ever laid the burdens of her griefs, she had brought forth into the world that sweet and holy cheerfulness which passed the under standing of the wretched Temora. Struck to the heart, the sorceress crept silently away. Some feelings of remorse had seiz ed upon her, and now she would have gladly stopped the tumult. Alas ! she had no power to calm the storm which she had raised. The frantic multitude had burst the palace gates. Regnar was overpower ed, and they were dragging their meek and innocent victim to the altar of the horrid idol, when suddenly, and it seemed mir aculously, a higher power interposed and stopped their blind fury. The aged mon arch fell dead in the arms of his attendants the excitement of the last few hours had proved too much for his feeble frame. In stantly, and almost at a venture, a single voice cried out, "Long live King Regnar!" There was a breathless pause and then the cry was echoed by the shouts of all the people. Gurith, the christian Gurith, was saved. THE ALPINE HUNTER. An Alpine hunter ascending Mont Blanc, in passing over the Mer de Glace, lost his hold and slipped into one of those fearful crevasses by which the Sea of Ice is cleft to its foundations. By catching himself in his swift descent against the points of rocks and projecting spurs of ice, he broke his fall, so that he reached the bottom alive, but only to face death in a more terrible form. - On either hand the ice walls rose up to heaven, above which he saw only a strip of blue sky. At his feet trickleo a little stream formed from the slowly melting glacier. There was but one possible chance of escape to follow this rivulet, which might lead to some un known crevice or passage. In silence and terror he picked his way, down, down the mountain side, till his further advance was stopped by a giant, cliff that rose up before him, while the river rolled darkly below He heard the roaring of the waters which seemed to wait for him. What should he do? Death was beside him and behind him, and, he might fear, before him. There was no time for reflection or delay. He paused but an instant, and plunged into the stream. Ono minute of breathless suspense a sense of darkness and cold ness, and yet of swift motion, as if he were gliding through the shades below, and then a light began to glimmer faintly in the waters, and the next instant he was amid the green fields, and the flowers, and the summer sunshine of the vale of (Jhamouny &o it is when believers die. inev come to the bank of the river, and it is cold and dark. Nature shrinks from the fatal plunge. Yet one chilling moment and all fear is left behind, and the Chiistian is amid the fields of the paradise of God. Thus faith, whether born of despair or born of love and trust, is the only support in life and death. 'In all conflicts, troubles, trials, let the believer cling to the cross. Even when sinking in the deep waters, let him hold fast to this sign of his salva tion, and in death be found with it firmly grasped in his encircling arras. Let rs Help one Another. This little sentence should be written on every heart and stamped on every memory. It should be the golden rule practised not only in every household, but throughout the world. By holoinff one another we not only remove thorns from the pathway, and anxiety from the mind, but we ieel a sense of pleasure in our own hearts, know ing we "are doing a duty to a fellow crea ture. A helping hand or an encouraging word, is no more los3 to us, yet it is a benefit to others. Who has not needed the aid of a kind friend? How soothing, when perplexed with some task that is nivsterious and bnrthensome, to feel a gentle hand on the shoulder and to hear a kind voice whispering : "Do not feel dis couraged; I see your trouble, let me help vou." What strength is inspired, what, hope created, what sweet gratitude is felt, and the erreat dimculty is dissolved as dew beneath the sunshine. . Yes, let us help one another by endeavoring to strengthen and encourao-e the weak, and lift the Dnrden of care from the wearv and oppre ed, that life may glide smoothly on, and Hie fount of bitterness yield sweet waters; and he, whose willing hand is ever ready to aid us, will reward our humble endeavors, and every good deed will be as bread cast upon the waters to return after many days, if not to us, to those we love. A Beautiful Prayer. A poor Irish woman asked a wealthy lady, the owner of a beautiful flower garden in Detroit, for a flower or two to pnt on the coffin of her dead child. The good ladv invited her to be seated, and very shortly brought a mag nificent cross and wreath. The afflicted one was overcome', and as soon as she was able to express herself she said most ferv ently, "May our blessed Redeemer meet you at the gate of Heaven with a crown of flowers more beautiful than these." A most touching prayer, ir. which many will join the afflictec mother. Secret sin lurks in the soul like some scent in the air, whose source may be deep in the earth below, or be nigh. m tne air above. It may dwell in the bosom of the zephyr, or in the strains of sacred vespers THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER A MODEL FARMER'S WIFE. Matilda Fletcher thus describes a farm er's wife, who is not only beautiful and wise, but possesses several cardinal virtues in addition : "The most beautiful woman I have ev er known was a farmer's wife, who attend ed to the household duties for a family of four, and also assisted in gardening and the light farm work; and yet 2 never saw her hands rough and red, and never ven saw a freckle on her nose. "Imposible V you say; "how did she manage?" I never asked her, but she had some envious neighbors, who went slouching around with red, scaly hands, sunburnt faces, and hair matted with dust and oil, who let me into the dreadful secret. Thev informed me, with many an ominous shake of the head, that she was just the prondest minx that ever lived; that she actually wore In dia rubber gloves, when she used the broom ad the scrubbing-brush, and always when she worked outdoors; that she also had a onnet made of oil-silk, completely cover ing the head, face and neck, leaving only apertures for seeing and breathing, thus se curing perfect freedom from sun, wind and dust. Did you ever hear of such depravi ty t She also fastened her dish-cloth to a stick, so that she need not put her hands in hot water. For the same reason she ac complished her laundry work with a ma chine and wringer. And then to see her in the afternoon tricked out in a fashiona ble white dress, with a bright-colored rib bon at her throat, and a rose in her hair, entertaining in the parlor, as though she was the greatest lady in the land, was more than their patience could endure. And her husband ! He had such a satis fied expression that it was a perfect aggra vation to ordinary people to look at him. Me deserved to be happy, because he en couraged her and helped her to cultivate beauty in herself, her family, and her home; and l don't know but what her suc cess principally belonged to him, because ne uougni an me new inventions mat could ignten her labors, and all the delicate and pretty things she needed to adorn her tiorae, and when she was sick he wouldn't et her touch work until she was well and ong. Strange as it may seem, he actu ally devoted himself to her withi as much care and tenderness as he would if she had been the most valuable horse on the farm!" Gambling Women in England. Seventy or eighty years ago gambling was prevalent in English high society. Our readers generally know, perhaps, that Charles James Fox lost his millions at play, while other distinguished personages were equally as heavy losers. The women were as infatuated as the men, and some of them actually kept faro tables. Three of them, Ladies Buckinghamshire, Archer and Mount Edgecombe, were particulary noto- rions, and were nicknamed "Faro's Daugh ters. Lord Kenyon said of them: L hey think they are too great for the law. I wish they could be punished, if any pros ecutions of this natnre are fairly brought before me, and the parties are justly con victed, whatever be their rank or station in the country, though they should be the first ladies in the land, they should cer tainly exhibit themselves in the pillory." When this plain-spoken judge actually came to try several aristocratic dames for keeping gaming tables, he merely punished .1 1 n rtil il . 1 1 . mem oy nnes. ixiiioay, ine caricaturist, was less sparing, for he depicted one ladv as undergoing a public whipping, and rep resented others as standing in the pillorv. In Miss Jbdgeworth's novel of "lielinda. the black-leg mania among the fair sex is grapically portrayed. Playing at cards for moderate stakes 13 still much more preva lent in England than in this country, but lady gamesters are much more rare than thev lormerlv were. let we read that a titled lady, name not given, has recently lost $500,000 at ecarte, which will compel her husband to sell a large portion of his real estate, and economize on the continent for some years to come. From the New .York World. THE SHORT OP A LONG STORY. The least said is truly the soonest mend- ed Decent people, who find life too short to wade through the filth of the Brooklyn scandal, may like to have the pulp of the case laid before them in its four cardinal points, now all in evidence, and fatally cor rected by the dates: TILTON TO MOCLTOX. December, 1870. "Six months ago l learned rrom my wife that H. W. Beecher had dishonored mv home. I can bear it no longer. Bring him to me that I may mention it to him. T. Tilton. MOULTON TO BEECHER. January, 1871. "Tilton thinks you have ruined his bus iness. Prove yourself his friend, and it will be right. You can stand on the truth." Francis D. Moulton. BEECHER TO MOULTON. May, 1872. Pav to F. I. Moulton, for the benefit of Theodore Tilton, $5,000. H. W. Beecher. TILTON TO BEECHER. - "To H. W. B. Grace, mercy and peace June, 1872. T. I. The hardest part of a clergyman's life, as it is of an editor's, is the absolute necessity of producing without the requisite time to produce. Good thoughts, whether in the pa per, the volume, or the sermon, most have ample time to grow up leisurely, to mature in ralrn restfulneB8. and to be produced when, and only when, they are so ripe that they need expression. 24, 1874. AN AWFUL FATE. Story of the Man who was Tied on a Rail road Track by Robbers. The Near Henry ville, Indiana, on Saturday night last, August Gardner was robbed and afterward bound to the track of the Jefferson ville, Madison and Indianapolis railroad.' He lived lonr enough after be ing taken to Jeffersonville to tell the story of this unexampled atrocity. It is as fol- ows : "My name is August Gardner. I was orn in France and have been from that country but a short time. I am but twenty-three years old. I have no relatives or friends in this country. My father is dead. I was going dovra to Louisville in search of employment, and as I had but little would walk. It could not have been much past ten o'clock last three men came up to me while I was walking along the track. I told One of them demanded my money, them that I was poor, having onlv a few for the dollars. Phis did not do -any good, they seized me, two holding me and other searching my pockets, and taking my pocket-book and everything else Iniad. Thev then threw me down, on the track. thought that they were going to kill me; begged them to spare my life. Thev said nothing, but one of them produced a ong piece 01 rope from his pocket, and the)7 commenced to tie me to the track, I was badly, fright ened, and begged them hard riot to do that. told them that I never knew them, and had never done them any harm, and if they would let me go I would say nothing ot what occurred. hue 1 was talking and pleading with them they still kept on tving me to the track over the cattle-guard. They tied me lengthways to the rail. The rope was tightly fastened around my body, egs and arms. v hen thev got through could not move my arms and legs. While I was begging them not to leave me there, they went off. I knew that the cars would be along soon, and I tried my utmost to free myself and loosen the ropes that bound me. At first I did not think I would be able to move at all, but after repeated efforts I succeeded in working my arms and body off the .track, it swing ing down. I tried to get my leg off, but could not. J veiled with all my might hoping that some body would come and save me, but no one came. It was raining hard at the time and very dark. I had when been lying there about half kn hour heard the cars whistle. I cannot tell yon my feelings. A perceptible shudder reassert throiidi the irame ot the nvin? man. In a few seconds the cars were nearly up to where 1 was lying, a gave a wild shriek and closed my eyes. The cars passed over me, the , wheels cutting off my leg and cutting the ropes loose that bound me. 1 sunered intense- pain, and 'ged mvself a few feet from the track. I fainted away, and when came to was very thirsty. It was still raining, ana i ting a uoie in tae groixna bv mv lace witn mv nngers. uv doing tins I managed to get a little water. I was so weak that I could not move, and I hal looed frequently during the night for help, but no one came until morning, when I was found." A WONDERFUL CliOCK. A German of Cincinnati has invented a clock which, though smaller than the cele brated one at Strasbourg, is, from its descnp tion, much more complicated. We see in a glass case a three story, steeple-shaped clock, four feet wide at the first story, and ne leet nign. 1 ue movement is piaceti - . 1 1 mi x r 1 . Y in the first story, upon four delicate col- nmns. within which swings the pendulum 7 o The second story consists of two tower-like pieces on the doors of which there are two pictures that represent boyhood and early manhood. A tower crowns, as third story, the inge- nions structure. A cock, as a symbol of watchfulness, stands on the . top, directly over the nortal. V hen the clocK marKS the first quarter the door of the left piece of the second story opens aud a child is sues from the back grounds, comes forward to a little bell, gives it one blow and then disannears. At the second quarter a youth appears, strikes the bell twice and disap pears; at the third comes a man in his prime; at the fourth we have a tottering old man, leaning on a staff, who strikes the bell fnnr timns. Kach time the door closes 01 - .... . . tself. When the hours are fall, tie door of the right niece of the second storv opens and Death, as a skeleton, sevthe in hand appears, and marks the honr by stnking a bell. But it is at the twelfth hour that we have a grand spectacle in the represen- tation ot the day 01 luogment. x uen. when death has struck three blows on the little bell, the cock on top of the tower snddenlv flaDs his wings and crows in a shrill tone, and after Death has marked the twelfth hour with his hammer, he crows arrain twice. Immediately three angels, who stand as guardians in a cen tral nosition. raise their trumpets with o'.. . . ., tlimr rip-ht 1 ia.nds (m their left thev hold swords) and blow a blast towards each 01 p x . - , the four onartera ot theearth. At the last blast the door of the tower opens, and the resurrected, children ot earth appear while the destroying angel sinks out ot sight. Then, suddenly. Christ descends, sur rounded br angels. On his left there is an ano-el who holds the scale of fustice: on his rii-ht another carries the Book of life. and, which opens to show the alpha and omega the beginning ana end. c-nnsi his hand, and instantly the good among the resurrected are separated from the wicked, the lormer going to tne ngn and the latter to the left. The Archange Michael salutes the good, while on the other side stands the devil, radiant with fiendish delio-ht he can hardly wait for . 0 - . the final sentence of those who fall to him, but in obedience to the command of the central figure he withdraws. The figure of Christ raises its hand again with threat- ng meiu, and the accused sink douro to the realms of his Satanic - majesty. Then Christ blesses the chosen few who drew near. him. Finally we hear a cheerful me of bells, during which Christ rises, surrounded bj' his angels until he disap pears, and the portal closes. A Cure for Loss of Temper. When M. de Peisigny was French Minis ter of the. Interior, he received a visit one ay from a mend, who, on sending up his name, was shown into the great mans sanctum. A warm discussion arose be tween them. Suddenly an usher entered and handed the Minister a note. On open ing it, he at once changed his tone of voice, and assumed a quiet and urbane manner. .'uzzled at the contents of the note and the marked effect it had on the Minister, his Enend cast a furtive glance at it, and per ceived that it was simply a blank sheet of paper, without .even a scratch upon it. When the interview was ended, and lue retnrned to the. ante-room, he interrogated the usher as to the meaning of the note. The'usher replied, "I will tell vou, but vou must keep it a profound secret. The Minister has natu rally a quick temper, and when he becomes excited, wishes me to remind him. of it. Hearing his voice just now out here in the ante-room, I wrapped up a sheet of paper and took it in, thus firing. off a blank shot as a note of warning." SUCCESS INT LIFE. Perhaps the first arid great requisite to perfect success in life is to le fully .pur- suaded in your mind what is the object yon wish to attain. Many make their first false step by a wavering, uncertain begin ning. Not quite sure what their true aim is. labits that will unfit them for any patient, continuous or energetic lalxr. Success must depend, in a great degree, upon the determination to concentrate one's self upon some one object. rs lhe object of one's ambition then, fully and unchangeably' decided, the plain path of hard working perseverance, punctuality and honesty should te pursued. There is no royal road to success; for though, as David Gopperfield has told us, some hap py talent and some fortunate opportunity may form the two sides of the ladder on which men mount, the rounds of the lad der must be made of stuff to stand wear and tear. For the first round there is perhaps no better substitute than perseverance per severance that will lead one to work, to go oyer and over the same dull routine of What is often merely mechanical and unm Jing labor. It is doubly needed at the commencement of business, for here concentrate all the great obstacles that impede the way, so that it often seems that the third is the only really - difficult portion of the road to success. Punctuality, though seemingly ranking a- mong the lesser virtues, by its absence will occasion as great evils as many a graver fault, and it cannot lie dispensed with in any of the departments of life. The profession al man is mined without it, and m a busi ness man its absence caunot be tolerated. Honesty is, if from selfish motives only, the best policy. Honesty that will lift a man not only above a dishonest act, but a mean act, or unworthy motive; honest v that will extend into all his dealing, that will allow no shuffling or shirking of duty, no appearance of wealth not actually pos sessed, no extravagance of living for him self' or family that may not strictly and knowingly be allowed, without detriment to himself or his business, or without injury to others. These qualities combined will form a strength of charactor sumcient to overcome obstacles, and to insure success in life in any of its diverse pursuits. They can never be dispensed with. Correspondence. FOE TUE GAZETTE. Reminiscences of a Sojourn of Many Years in the Principal Empires and Kingdoms of Europe NO. XXXII. Mesrss. Editors : e arrived at Leipzig in the afternoon of a most beauti ful day, after a very pleasant ride on the cars of several hours. The cars roll on un til you are landed in the city, so that you have not far to go before you are at some hotel. As we intended to remain but few davs in the city, we concluded to take rooms at an auberae. ori inn. As we had seen so much of the better class of society e thought we would be more with the commoner class. We found the awergtste very polite and agreeable, and, as the Frenchman would kav, "S"a maison Uen vrovre? so much so that it reminded me very much of the clean and neatly kept inns to le found in various parts of Penn sylvania, which are kept by the Dutch not Germans the fare plain, but whole some, et a ban marclie. Leipzig is a walled citv, has some four gates, divided into lour quarters; has six long, nne streets, ana twelve not Quite so fine; and has seven snnares. - An ODen garden surrounds the citv, some parts of which look like a park while other portions have the appearance of a garden. There is no New Town; it is all Old Town and old looking indeed ; it is. having reached the advanced age same 900 years. The city has a popula tion of some 50,000 inhabitants. All it churches are Protestant and very largej the lare-est and finest are St. Thomas and . bt Nicholas, but I actually could not tel what order of architecture they were, as so much had been added to them. I attend ed service at St. Thomas's. The immense chnrch was more than crowded. There WHOLE NO. 50. are several other buildings that lav some claim to architectural betmty: for instance, the lown Hall and the .hxchange. For its size, Leipzig, in a twmnereial and lite rary point of Ytew, is more 'ftnortaht than any other city in all Germany. This is one of the cities of Germany which is no ted for its- fairs. These faiils draw- stran gers front all nation of Knrope; anil there imdreds of fine horses are exposed for sale, besides the manufactured goods and raw material of Germany and Saxony, as well as the products f lhe looms of France, England and Italy, lint the most singu- - lar thing abotrt tliese fairs is the vast book trade, for thi city i the great literary L mart or emporium of all Gunnauy. All thp, principal pnblrKT throughout Germany have agent located there who receive the - mblieatkms- and send them to all parts of Germany, twice a week. Betide this, the great book .fairs take place twht a year, at which are to be seen-thousand of stran gers from France, Russia, Kngland, Greece, Turkey, and, in fact, front all parts of Eu rope- lnere considerable facilities are of fered the student of music, but none for. a student in tle fine arts. Amateurs can with some trouble have access to certain private collections. The citv has Imtan- nical garden's, hospitals and other charita- le institution. We remained wveral weeks longer in Leipv.ig than we at tirst ntended, m order to be present at the fairp, which were well worth tin time wc sitent in the city. AprojKts to the literature and the literati of Leipzig, I hope your readers will indulge me the .privilege of ouoting an article from Appkhut's Jntnmlf which, made its appearance in a leinzig naner. t is very sad, yet interesting, nud isasfol- ows: "nome ten months ago a rich patron of the sciences aud the arts, of Berlin, of- ered prizes of two hundred thalers - (lout one hundred and folly dollars each) for the Dest essays on the history of the Middle Ages, astronomy, geology, imetrv and met aphysics; and five hundred thalers each for the best romance and the best poem. A committee formed of members of several university faculties was to award the priz es. ; A short time ago the awards were made in the Geivan d" house, (a large and icautiful hall in Leipzig, famous on ac count of the concerts given in it.) The competition for the prizes was large, and . , many of the essayists had done good work. The names of the writers were inclosed in led envelopes, on the outside of which fastidious names '' were .inscribed. The prize for the essay on metaphysics was a- warded to a young man named Max Mark- mann, who bad chosen lor his theme Kant's Antrinomium der rein in A'ernnnfl: and had sent in his essav under the name of Hans Wildensteiu. When Dr. Schmidt. after opening the cover, called ont the name Markmann, a pale, poorly 1 clad, ex ceedingly wretched looking young man, stepped forward, and was saluted with a leartv round f applause. .His hair. already sprinkled with grev, and his whole appearance excited the sympathy of the audience. After receiving his prize, lie quietly returned to his seat. "I he astronomical essav considered tho movements and changes of the -stern neble (nebula), with especial regard to tho grosse neble ( great nebula ) in Orion. Here, too, the author was found to be Max Markmann. This announcement was re ceived with a storm of applause, while he came forward and received his prize, look ing more melancholy and exhausted thu before. "The next essav was devoted to a re view of certain historical works. Agnin 3Iax Markmann was the recipient of the " nze, and the spectacle witnessed at the awarding of the other prizes was repeated. e excitement among the students tires- ent knew no bounds, and a little more, and they would have borne him oft jrj triumph. 1 he pnze-poem was also lrom Ins ien. In the riataral delicacv of n. language it reminded one of Jtoquette, while' th thoughts would have done honor to a Shakspeare or a Goethe. The pnze-romancc '1 he illage School master,' Berthald Aubercb, who wad one of the committee, pronounced one of the most gracefully written 6tories he had ever rrad. lhe author was no other than Max .Mark- mann. this was tne last prize awarded: but hardly had the fortunate comjietitor arisen to go and receive it than he fell faint ing to the floor. A death-like stillness reign- - ed ihthe hall, while they carried tho poor young man into an adjoining -room where the physicians succeeded in restoring him to consciousness; but that was all, for four hours afterwards he was a corpse. - Hi death was the result of long vrars of privation: he literally .starved to death. He who 6iiccnmbed in the hour of his tri umphs had lived for several vears in a mis erable chamber in an out of the way street, and had eked out a miserable existence by giving lessons in the modern lang?iagen and all the other liberal brandies of learn- : ing. His room contained living models of remarkable mechanical apparatus, a bro ken chair and piles of manuscript, among which were letters from some of the mostr distinguished men in Europe. - He had for months been kept alive almost sole ly by the fire of his genius, and in spite of every deprivation he had labored nntiring ly to win the prizes, which araonnted to two thousand dollars.. , 1 hen, when tho day came, weak from langor, he dragged himself to the 'Gewand hauseVto receive them all, and to die. Is there in the hi-. tory of labor and genins and their reward, another episode so sad f? , ! j He who can read the foregoing without the deepest feelings of emotion has a stout er heart than I have. , One other reason why I have copied the above article is to prove the correctness-of what I have said relative to the misery of the poor in Ger many; for if the literati perish for the want of bread, what are we to expect will "lie come of the poor laborer and the afflicted ? " - " - OVAGEUE. T if'
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