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r j ii I i , , , i - i i i i.i i 1 , , ". Published by J, H. & G. G. Myrover, CornerjAnderson and Old Streets, Fayetteville, N. C. J 1 3.3 . THURSDAY, AUGIIST 26, 1875! ' : , WHOLE NO. 106. North Carolina Gazette. J. II. & f. G. MYItOVER, TERMS OF SUBSCRIPTION: One y-ar (lu alvauce),.. Six month " Three " " .i 2 .tO . 1 25. - CLUB RATES: 10 copies (sent to one address) with an extra copy 8?2 SO 20 " ' 40 00 40 ' " " ' '75 00 rQ it ( 4 " ami a pr;iu:ntn of a Hne :liroino. value 8'25 90 00 1 00 :ii (M-ut to w aillr-) with 3ti extra copy and a premium of a tine clinmio, value tiO 150 00 JUTES OF ADUERTJSIXG: n Hqnar (B Iirie.s auliil nonpareil) one insertion ? 1 00 - " two ' 1 50 one month three " His 2 50 500 9 (10 twelve 15 00 Longer .advertisements charrl iu proportion to the above ratm. Speeial notices -S5 per ceut. more than regular ail verti.sements. Home Circle. "Il.)m is the Sacred Refnge of Our Life." ' Dryden. THE LIFE OF THE HOUSE. Tim Duke of Provence knocked on liis (laughter's door with tjhehiltof liis sword? "Arise, Maguelonne; it ia break of day and tho Angelns will soon sound; thy brotlrers wait for tliee below; the horses paw the pavement in the court; it in time to depart." It was just after a bloody war, in order to cement a treaty Of peace, that Maguel niim; was married, while n mere child, to Prince- Herbert, who was of the same age. After that ilay they had grown up, separ ate! from one another; but the time had now come to conuuet Alaerucloune to her husband. -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 lloor; then, very pale, she went below. Her brothers, look ing at her admiringly, placed her iu the saddle. "Is the realm of rrir.ee ITerbert a great distance from here?" she asked. ."Oh, a long way off. To get there we -we must traverse plains and forests, and as- cehd manya blue-topped mountain." Then Maguelonne bowed her head in wtdncBs. Nothing had ever before separ ates ner irom ttie home where sue was " born. Thus mounted, she could touch the ivy which covered its walls; but now . her, father and brothers said, "let us depart." Just then her mother came out of the house bathed in tears, and, with trembling arms, pressed against her heart the little dainty foot nf her daughter, as it rested in the stir nip. l "Thou lea vest me," she cried, -"whom I nourished with this breast! The room where thou did'st sleep (oh, my heart!) will remain empty, and I shall seek vainly for th.ee in my deserted home' "As'." fciclaimcd Maguelonne, "is it not V0u ni m' father who have given me to Prince Herbert!" But it was in vain that tears glittered Yuie drops of dew in the eyes ofthe nobleMgirl; the cavalcade -mf.ved; and the foot of Magijehmne dropped from .:?r niother;;s l;:imU, Tim KtUTtijis jingled, the fcpurs clanked, and the pebble struck fire under the hoofs f th horse. The Duke of Provence ajid his three were powerful horsemen, : 4-lad iii black artiior, the terror of the Sar- i licvue.' In the thiikt of this (h)uhle hede ; of iro;i rod the .fair Mugiiel)nne on a white lailrey. : Thev rode on and on; thev traveriied the ? plains; they .disappeared un.let the. green ! vnidt of the forest; then they could at last !e seen riding 011 the side of the rugged . tuovmtai'.t. Their thoughts w ere s:td; not a tsoiig uor : ballad d:d they uttr to divert themselves - by the wav. Xeverthelessdays and nights had gone by since their departure, w hen, at the ford I of a river, the old duke stopped liis horse j entirely. "As truly as the waters Tvf this : ..river will never flow past here again, I true is it," said he, "that I will not go on I one step farther. Thy brothers, oh, Mag I nelonne, will accompany thee further; my f road is now behind me." j '"What will become of me if thou dost I abandon nie?" said the lovely Maguelouue in tears. "Is it not right I should go to console f thv mother! Farewell, dear child:; vears I have aeeumulated over my head, and per 4 haps 1 shall die without ever seeing thee I again." ' I "The will of God be done! lint you, O ;,ny hrothers, promise that you will not a s bandon me." 1 1 er brothers bowed their heads, in si . ;? leucv , - ''How long aud tiioome the journey is! j My brothers, we pass without cessation f irom forest to mountain and from uiouri I tain to plain, b.k we do not arrive at our destination. Ate we not lost in the coun try of dreams? "No, my sister; bnt Prince Herbert lives a long distance beyond those blue moun tains there." "Still on, my brothers; does it not seem to you that as we advance the sky darkens hehind us, the grass withers, and J,he trees .bow their weeping: branches down to the earth!" es, Magueioune; sadness extends Le ninu thee because thou wilt never pass this way again. At this hour our father travels alone, his heart black witli sad ness, and oUr lnotber wri hor bands 5q oespair." "Do '0U think tlinr T hoira r.nf tt nor. tjon ofgrief? But,vhatdorsee! Is it U v horse which rises on his feet, or thou 'w ho pullest the bridle?" nit S0t T'ln horse- This oak at y riffht marks the line that I oht not I to pass. JIy brothers will descend with thee to the va'Iev. "What!" cried Maguelonne, with clasped hands; "hast thou not sworn not to leave me?" "Vain oath, mv sister. Ousht I not to co ana console my iatuer ana niotneri Farewell, ilaguelonne, much beloved. I am voung, but one often sees the young die before the old. Shall I never see thee on again! "Depart then, my brother. .No; by the Holy Virgin, thou hast not truly loved me." Of the two brothers who remained, Am aurv the youngest, was verv highly ac complished, and Maguelonne loved him in tensely. " "Dear Amaury," said she, "sing me one of the ballads that please the knights and ladies so much." "Willingly, mv sister; I will sing to thee the ballad of Inesille du Bearn." "Stop," cried Maguelonne: "that is a very wicked ballad which you have chosen for me." t , . But while she was speaking the second of her brothers halted suddenly. Magu elonne understood that this one also was going to leave her. She looked at him in com and aiiger. "What is it, thehj that frightens thee, valiant knight? Is it this grasshopper which crosses thqyfoad? Ah! keep silent; what canst thou Say" to me? Go, and be cursed thou who dost abandon the worn an who js thy sister!" Having thus spoken is violent passion, for the blood of her race was as fierce as the flame, she lowered her veil so as not to see her brother depart. Very soon a traveler passed them on the route: ."Salutations to thee, Magnelonne; thy brother who has just left thee was robbed and wounded by the bamlits." Anon there came another: ''God protect thee, Maguelonne; thy eldest brother has fallen into an ambuscade, and the Moors have carried hitu off into captivity." A third called tosher from a distance: "A pleasant journey to thee, Magnelonne; dost thou know thai thy father, the Duke of Provence, was drowned in crossing the rive.r' A fourth passed by and said: "Pray to God, beautiful woman; the house where thou wast bora has fallen in the flames, and they are seeking the body of thy mo ther in the ruins." "Hearken. Maguelonne!" cried Amaury; "by the holy rood, my hoite shall feel the spin P "Body of God! but I am overwhelmed! Wait, dear brother, nor leave me alone in this dark, fierce place!" Imt there passed at this moment a fifth traveler, who crossed over on the opposite side: "Hasten thy steps, fair Maguelonne, lovelv maiden for an eager husband's arms; Price Herbert is dying of grief, for he has been told that his young wife was cajned off on the joume-y, 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 uie to the man to whom 1 belong." Then, pale ctrd trembling, she pressed on a!'4ue upon her horse. , But the sky be came darker than night; the tempest broke loose with violent'?: gloomy birds glided through' the darkneW, elpuioring with their heavy wings the soft cheeks ol the young bride. Her horse, overcome by terror, plunged madly forward. Maguelonise let herself elide to the ground, and continued the journey on foot; the thickets caught her rich dress iri their thorny anus, the stones tore her velvet shoos into shreds, and made her delicate feet bleed. At this moment a hermit met her. j "Ah! father," said Maguelonne, "take pity on my misfortunes. Of my three bro thers, the eldest is wounded, the second is ' a captive, aud the third has gone to help the other two. The Duke of Provence, mv father, has perished in the great river, my mother lies buried under the ruims of our house, and Prince Herbert is perhaps dy ing at this moment. Has not God said, 'a woman shall leave father and mother to go with her husband, and forsake all to cleave to him'f Tell me; man of God, have I act ed wellf "Yea, thou art a noble woman, Mauel oune. Then, how miraculous! The heavens cleared away, the tempest subsided in the distance, and, while the rain fell 'in drops from the- leaves of the trees, the birds be gan to sing. ' ' f- "Tell me, Jholy father, what does all this signify? Behold, even now the sun shines again, the trees are etill, and the birds sing.' "This sigffifies that we are approachkio the domain of Prince Herbert, for jov goes before tne woman whose husband awaits her." "But only see! everywhere my feet rest the earth is covered with verdure and flow ers;' "It is because thy feet will never more be wounded with stones and briers, my daughter'' " Tell me again, is it not a dreamt It seems to me that high and rugged rnoun tain decreases, and lowers itself to the lev el of the plain." "It is because the dwelling of thy hus band, the prince, will soon appear." - And so it was: the palace of the prince could now be seen; but the front ! looked sombre, and the windows seemed as if thev had not been opened for years. "How gloomy the house looks! Thev will say, alas! that there is no one living to inherit it. "Life will enter there only when thon dost, Maguelonne; for a noble and bean tifpl woman is the life qf the Jwuse!" At these woki the hermit disappeared, and Maguelonne, having taken a few steps further, touched the door of the palace with the tip of her foot, when the portal flew open, and in a moment the edifice was illumined; delicious music sounded through the vast corridors; and Prince Herbert, magnificently attired, hurried forward, fol lowed by his retainers, to preseut his hand to Masruelonne. "Thou art most welcome here," said he; "thou who art the life of the house Then Maguelonne blushed and smiled as she recognized in her handsome hus band the hermit who caiuo to her 'in the forest. But that which was the greatest surprise of all was to find her father in the great hall, with her mother aud brothers, who waited tor her in lestive costume. "Be blessed, dear child," said the old duke; "thou who hast preferred thy hus band to all others; thou shalt be a noble lady in the land, aud command many ser vants. But, God is my witness, if thou hadst failed in this trial the doors of a con vent would have shut thee in forever." Having thus spoken, he embraced Mag uelonne, and there were brilliant festivities held on this joyful occasion which were heard.of throughout the whole of Christen dom. Tjte Fortunes of Sixgers. lime. Parepa-Rosa is said to have died worth some $250,000. She was a very thrifty woman, and looked well after the peunies. JIuie Nilsson-Ilozeaud has certainly not BquHnd ered her means, aud is reported to have $500,000 iu vested iu stocks and read es tate. Miss Kellogg is worth probably $200,000 well invested, and would be worth more if she were not go generous. She, or her mother, who acts for her, is close at a bargain, but liberal with money I after she once gets it. Adelina Patti is' extravagant and avaricious, too. She makes a great deal of money, and spends a great deal as well. But she has saved a fortune. Mile. Albaui is just begin ning to make money.; so she has not saved any so far. Mr. Gye, however, will see that she does not lose anything Lucca is more like the old-fashioned prima donna. She does not save a penny, though she makes a great many. De Murska,'also is improvident. Adelaide Phillips is poor, through her generosity to her relatives, 1 am-told. Miss Annie Louise Carry would save if she could only get a little ahead. But she is so kiud-hearted. Mine. Anna Bish op belongs to the improvident, or rather, uufortuuate generation. She has made fortunes, but only to lose them, and is a poor woman to-day. ' Carl Formes, Mario, Tamberbk, neither have: anything ' left, not evep their voices. Of the present gen eration, Wachtel is well off; so are Sant ley, Sims Reeves, Faure, and Xiemaun. Cambauini saved ; so did Caidi. Capoul didivt, neither did Maurel nor Brignoli, and the tenors and baritones of the second clasHre poorer thau church mico. Famous Men's Wkaknessf.s. Ferdi nand, was, it appears, the slave of his in firmities. He was often sceu walking up aud down his apartment between two large thermometers, at which he anxious ly and continually glanced, putting eti skull-caps, of which he had five or Fix in his hand, according to the degree of cold or heat that the instrument pointed to wards. So too with the Able de St. Mar tin, who. in the 17th century, was so noto rious for monoinanHa. He had always nine skull cp6 on his head to keep him from the cold, and on top;ot these he put s wig, which, of course, was never bv anv chance in iT5 proper position! More than this, he wore nine Mairs f stockings one over the other: his bed w of brick, under which 11 t tt there was a furnace, wl're he made lire in order to obtain, just that a-uni oi neat that he desired. The Jesuit Ghczzi' wore seven caps under his wier. Fourier, the mathematician, who had ret urned from, Egypt nearly dead with rheumatism, suf fered severely when he found himself in a temperature below twenty degrees Reaum ur, and a servant followed him about everywhere, in readiness to offer him addi tional coats and wrappings. During the latter years of his life, when rendered kors de combat by the asthma, from which he. suffered since his youth, he lived almost entirely in a kind of bos, which allowed no deviation of the body, and allowed no thing to pass except his head and arms. How IIe Got His Disxer. A day or two since a clerk in one- of the telegraph-offices in town, being the last to leave for his dinner, found the door lock ed, as is usual but, as is not usual, dis covered he bed left bis key iu another coat-pocket, two or three blocks away, at Ins hotel. I he v. indows were two stones up, and he did not exactly- see the point of an exit that 'way. And every minute his dinner was growing cold , and his temper correspondingly hot. He rattled the door, tried to pick the lock with a shingle-nail, and repeated softly to himself choice ex tracts from profane history; but there he staid, &nd relief seemed appallingly re mote. Did he wait there till his brother clerks returned from their 'seven courses, from soup to doughnuts, Vo let him out? Not he! An idea struck him, and the im pression left bore its frnits. lie telegraph ed ft(j St. Thomas," Canada, had it repeated to, Djetjoit, Michigan, whence it was return ed, according to accompanying instruct ions, to the Atlantic and Pacific office here on Main street, the result of which waa to send a boy up to his room after the key and down to the office to release him. He was in time for dinner. Buffalo Courier, Eatijtg Oxioxs. At last we are told a French Countess has set the fashion of eating onions. Ladies generally are fond of them, but a false modesty has made the onions go begging' in this country. No thing is healthier and now the court in France has paved the way we shanrt think lees of a man a sRtorr beans see eats onions BARBARITY IN RUSSIA. A Shocking Military, Execution Vain Suppli cations of an Affianced Bride. , One of the most stocking scenes record ed in the annals of modern executions took place on the 15th of May in the Russian city of Mohileff. Five months before, an altercation had occurred at the dinner ta ble of the Hotel del' Europe, in the same place between two officers of the Second Regiment of the Imperial Foot Guards, Col. Ra-npos Sojinok and Lieut. Prizzik. The latter, it appears, was engaged to be married to the daughter of the landlord of the' above named hotel, Anna Mirasky. He was fondly attached to the handsome girl, and looked upon all attempts on the part of his comrades to flirt with her with undisguised jealousy. On the 3rd of December, 1874, Col. So jinok had drank considerably before going to dinner. Ax the table he offered loudly to bet tbat for the sum of ten thousand dol lars Anna Mirasky would sell her vir tue to him. Lieut. Prizzik, her affianced lover, was not present, but a note w hich the girl immediately addressed to hiai brought him in a few minutes to the spot. Xo sooner had lie heard what the Colonel said about Anna than he seized a cane, and administered a terrible castration to the oul-mouthed scoundrel. The colonel tried parrv the blows, but the lieetenant did not cease belaboring him until his face pre sented a sickening appearance. His nose was broken, and his front teeth were all knocked out. The criei of the chastised officer brought the police to the spot. Prizzik was arrested and taken to the mil itary prison. Next day he was court mar tialed by a military commission, consisting exclusively of the friends of Col. Sojinok. The trial lasted two hours, at the end of which time the president of the court 6aid to Prizzik : "The court unanimously finds you guilty. It sentences you to be igno- minioiisly expelled from the array, and then suffer death from powder and lead." From this sentence the doomed man ap pealed to the Czar. Anna Mirasky, his fi ancee, went herself to St. Petersburg, and threw herself on her kceos Itefore the Em peror Alexander II. The latter was deep ly moved by the tearful appeals of the un fortunate girl, and he promised to take the case under careful consideration. Over five weary months passed, during which time, Prizzik, loaded with chains, languish ed iu jail. At length, on the 14th of May, the mil itary Governor of Mohileff received orders to have Prizzik executed. At daybreak the following was led out. morning the doomed lover Two burly corporals imme diately fell upon him and tore his uniform from his back. They then repeatedly struck him and spit in his face. Stag gering under the blows, he was tied tc the stake, and the death warrant was read to him. He cursed the Czar loudly for his injustice, but the roll of drums drowned his voice. Six soldiers were drawn up iu line before him. Thev fired three volleys at him, but cot a billet struck him. Such an ordeal was foo much for the nerves of the poor young fellow. He begged pito ously that an end night bo put to bi6 an guish. The fourth and iifth volleys re sulted in his receiving seven wounds. lie was still conscious-, and writhing in inde scribable anguish. Then a corporal ran up to him, and, putting a musket to his temple, blew out his brains. It was loud ly asserted in Mohileff that the first two volleys were fired w ith blank cartridges, in order to prolong the prisoner's agony. OVERDUE AXi) CARELESS MEN. How many years:of her life does a wo man uend looking out of her window for men w-ho are overdue! I have not lived half of ray three-scr-re and ten years yet, and J km sure that I have' wasted time en ougfelu the fruitless operation to have inadeUnyself mistress of all the hieroglyph ics ever discovered. Only one thing I have discovered: that man, like the peas ant woman's "watched pot that never boils," never comes when lie is looked for; and that hasn't done me any good, for still, i t i . " r . . i v. ueuever x nave occasion, l invito ino in fluenza by sitting in a strong draught, with ray cyee fixed on the furthest point possi ble, with visions of hospital ambulances and woeful telegrams before ray eyes, whenever any one, from my grandfather to my little nephew, doesn't "arrive himself" in proper time. "Well, Polly, what's the matter f loa look solemn. holemu ! Well, you know enough not to Sing your self into his arms and crv: "The sea has given up its desd' or anything of that sort. "Ah P you say in aa offended tone, or in an unnaturally calm one, and perhaps remark that ''dinner was burnt to a crisp four hours ago, or that yon have "sat with your bon net on ready for the concert from seven un til nine," and wait for some explanation. It is sometimes vouchsafed, and then gen erally proves to bo : "Met a fellow." Yes, meeting a "fellow" is reason enough for any amount of staying out. Who is a "fel low," I wonder, that he should outweigh wife, mother and sweetheart, daughter, niece and aunt! Why should a "fellow". have sueh influence! No one sues a "fel low, or hears all Lis name. Ask. after him, and you wilL hear that he is not the sort of fellow to bo introduced. He is never brought home. Apparently, he is not good enough; but he is important en ough to upset a household, to keep meals waiting, to keep people up until midnight; to nave met mm is ample excuse for any thing forgetful or neglectful. Men are too prone to view their own er rors and failings with indulgence, whilst they visit those of others with unsparing reprehension. A FRENCH ROMANCE A charming little story ty little French actress in hs told of a pret- one ot the tfhea- tres of Pans. While the theatre was closed for a short time she made- a wager that, though ignorant of the English lan guage, she could travel alone for a week in Hampshire, England, supporting her self by singing in the villages the favorite chansons of France. Cleverly disguising herself as an Alsatian peasant, a few weeks ago she sailed for England, and a voiding Southampton, where - she feared recognition, she took the train for Farn harn, and, with guitar in hand, was soon singing Beranger's charming littls songs in , market village. The coppers of the rustic villagers poured into the pocket of the sweet-voiced little Bohemienne, and her eyes sparkled at the thought of how soon her voice befriended her in the land of the stranger. During her rambles she caught the eyes of a party of young officers from the regi ment at Aldershot, who chaffed each other after the manner of their kind, and threw a handful of silver to the little French song-bird. Among them was one who, ed ucated in France, had not forgotten the sweet charms of the daughters of that sunny land, and he became fascinated with the girl's faultless singing and lovely form. Mademoiselle was pressed to dine with the officers when the day was done, but de clined with a thousand thanks and such a grace that the young officer became, as the novelists say, madly in love. She travel ed on boat to a neighboring hamlet, ob tained lodgings, and, after laughingly counting over the gains of the. day, wrote back to Paris a piquant story of "her first day's campaign, not forgetting to mention the "young officer." Next day the warbler was again heard in the streets, and anew camo her adorer to drink in her sweet notes and gaze into the lustrous depths of her wondrous eyes, and again his hospitality was refused, b'ntP" she deigned to accept a crust of bread and a glass of claret. The officer told his love, and begging to accompany her, had for an answer, "You may accompany me, if yon will travel en troiibadour." He shook his head and shrugged his shoulders. This was more than he had asked for. To trav el en troubadour, through the heat and dust, gathering coppers with a strolling singer, was too much. Love's young dream was not bright enough to justify him in thus rendering himself conspicuous as the butt of the jokes of the garrison at Aldershot, hard by. And thus they part ed, he going back to his barracks, and she, after winning her wager, to her place in the theatre at Paris. Again-she stood "before the footlights, and among those who sat in her audience was a pensive young English officer. When the curtain had fallen, and she was stepping into her coupe, a voice at her side attracted her, and a few hurried words were spoken in her ear. Mademoiselle turned away with a saddened expression, and quickly said, in an almost mourning tone, as only a French woman can say it, "No! no! Monsieur cannot travel en troubadour; adieu! adieu!" and shewas gone, w-hile the love-dream of two voung hearts lav in the dust beneath their feet. , Geseral Joe Johxstox. General Joseph E. Johnston is here. He came the other day, dressed in black, with a straw hat and a black band, looking the typical old-timed Southern gentleman. Ho car ries the finest, headat the springs. As Dr. Johnson said of Burke: "If you should meet him, a stranger, under a bridge during a shower, you would know that you were in the presence of a distin guished man." IIo is about the medium height, straight as an Indian, with a noble head upon shapely shoulders, keen, dark eyes, regular features, closely-clipped gray whiskers, thin, gray hair, and is as quick in his motions as a squirrel. No man upon the grounds, of his age, or any other age, I was about to say, is so active. He is ow probably near sixty-five; certainly not yonder, for ho was in the Black Hawk war with Jiucoln forty-three years o. He came from plain farmer stock, was born near the Tennessee ime, in Vir ginia, and has several brothers, all of some prominence, but none that will rank in his tory with Joseph E. "When the history of tho war comes to bo written by an im partial hand years hence, ' said Senator Carpenter to me, tho other day, "no South ern leader will stand in front of Joseph E. Johnston." The general now lives in Savannah, and ie, I believe, connected with some raihoad. He spends his sum mers here regularly, as much for pleasure as for health perhaps, for in all the long years of his life he has never known a day's sicknees. White Sulphur bpnngs (Va.) Letter. Aloe "with God. Christian life in our days is full of activity. It finds pleas ure in planning, giving, and working tor the advancement of Christ's cause. This spirit pf consecration gives joy to all Chris tians who organize it, and inspires confi dent hopes in the aggressive movements of the church. All christian power springs from communion with God. One can do good to others only as his heart pulsates with love to Jesus and has a present ex perience of his love. We can impart only what we receive. Any stream will run. dry, unless fed from nnfaihng springs Any Christian labor will be fruitless, and unnstian zeai wrm do use sounaing nrass, unless the soul waits daily on God and finds new strength in prayer and in the study of the Bible. , A failure in a good cause is better than a triumph in a bad one. No prico will tempt Mark Twain to lec ture any mer. SOUTHERN WOMEN AND MEN. From a recent letter, written by Miss Constance Fenimore Woolson, while on a trip through the South, to the Cleveland Herald, we quote the following: You can tell a southern girl at oricef She is rounder than her northern sisters; indeed, she is never thin or lank: she walks with a languid step, and all her movements are slow and indolent; she is never alert. She has fine soft eyes, with a serene expression, very different ' from the quick, keen eyes of the north; she has not the beautiful red and white complex ion of Xew York and New England; rather is she sallow, with few rose tints; you might call her cream color. She never looks anxious, no matter what happens; she does not think she can help matters by her advice or interference, but sits back calmly and leaves everything to 'brother' or 'pa,' pronouncing the latter word in a way I defy a Eorthern girl to imitate. The word might bo used as a shibboleth; it is not exactly 'pay,' but half wav between that and the sound of "a" in "cat.? Our southern girl dresses pictursequely rather than trimby, and has brighter colors and more floating ends and curia about her than a northern belle allows. She has pretty, plump hands, but she is not particular about the gloves that cover them I mean particular, compared with Fifth Avenue rules. In short, she is a more voluminous sort of a girl in every way, and careless about the "fashion." She has one decided advantage over the northern girls, however, and that is her voice; it is sweet and lower, a little train ant, perhaps, but essentially gentle and womanly. I cannot speak so highly of the southern men the young men of to day. They do not seem to know exactly what they, represent. They have neither the calm certainty of importance possessed by the old time southerner, nor the bright active energy and ambition of the young northerner." They are either swept "down, bewildered by the stream, or else, having drifted ashore in some little bay, they sit on the bank, and talk about their ances tors. A younger race is growing up, tow ever, with ideas more adapted to the times. The Stage. The fate of even lrilli- ant actors is often extremely sad. The world will never tire of reading of how poor Mrs. Siddonsy driven from the Londom boards by a failure that was not her fault, tramped about over the country for years, till at last she had another chance at Drury Lane; and then, supported by Smith, Palmer and I arren, she won the most brilliant success, and then went home to a plain supper, her old father shodding tears of joy as he sat at the table, too delighted to eat. Edmund K.ean, an unknown yonth, acted at Dorchester one rainy night to a house almost empty, but roused him self to "act well his part." One of the three men in the boxes listened in silence, but when the play was over invited him to breakfast the next morning, and stag gered him by saying: '"My name is Ar nold; I am the manager of the Drury Lane Theatre." On the boards at London he was ridiculed by all the actors because he was so smalj; but he put so much genius into his performance that before he had finished the - first . act he had triumphed Garrick acted in an unlicensed theatre at the East End of London one night. lie was short of stature, and his name was not given. When he came on the stage the sight of the audience disconcerted him. In a few minutes ho recovered, and was Iticlmrd himself. All the tremendous pas sions. of the lusty, savage monarch swayed his body and appeared in his face; but the audience hesitated till when, after dismiss ing tho deputation, he flung away the pnoycr-book-. then the whole house burst into rapturous applause. From that mo ment his star suffered no eclipse. Correspondence. FOR THE GAZETTE. Reminiscences of a Sojourn of Many Years in the Principal Empires and Kingdoms of Europe. X UMBER LXXVI. Messes. Editohs: One of the most striking features of Pisa, to an observing person, is the beautifully paved streets. Nowhere in Europe, that I know of, ex cept in Tuscany and small portiocs of cer tain streets in Trieste, Austria, are there such pavements. The paving stones are of gray granite, and vary in width from 1 J to 5 feet. Their surface is flat and 6iuootii and their forms are various, having from three to seven angles. But, notwithstand ing this variety of angles, the stones all fit as closely together as a grooved floor. The' pavements, which are .well curbed, slant somewhat towards the streets, whjch renders them easy to be cleaned. Yet, with all their beauty, the streets of Pisa have one drawback : the pavements are soon worn slick, and horses are constantly slipping and sliding. To prevent this as mnch as possible, the stones have grooves cut into them about two inches apart. I advise any one visiting Florence not to fail to go to the factories where they make mosaics, some of which are very ex tensive and employ a great many hands. Working in mosaics is more trying to the eves even than painting, and: I was told that it was also very injurious to the health, but why it is so I do not know. -. The workmen all sit in one position from early morn till night, at a long counter placed a gainst the wall. Some of them wear green shades and some green glasses.. Tbey all have the appearance of being in wretched health, and, at the time of my visit, I saw none that I thought more than thirty years of age. Indeed, such objects of commiser ation wera they that I did not enjoy my visit at all. Visitors must have a permit to enter tbese factories, and so difficult is it to obtain these permits that it is neces sary to get the assistance of some influen tial resident. The mosaic factories are mostly situated on Yeccbio Bridge, and al so in tho boautiful jewelry shops facing the quay to tho right and left of the bridge. While ;m Berlin, we made the acquaintance of a gentleman from Australia, whose par ents hrd gone to that country from Scot land. After wo separated at Berlin, we knew jach other's movements, as we kept up a regular correspondence. We met him. in Florence, and also a relation of his,, who, with his family, was making the tour of Europe. Our friend carried us to seo a very fine table that had beea made for his kinsman, and what :' was; my astonishment, when we arrived at the establi shinent, to find the very sain old no--bleman, with the same crowd, that we saw in the mountains of Saxony-Swiss at the house -where we saw the buttermilk soup.. The table was round and very large,, and was ratide of ebony and rosewood. It was inlaid vrith mosaic, and had a wreath, of flowers running around the frame,.and then a wreath, or border around the surfaoewhile in the center was an enormous vase - filled with flowers. The order had been, given ; three years before, and a number of. band.-, had beert working on it during the whole -of that time. Its price wras $8,000; which,. I was todd, was considerably under its val ue. Tkis piece of work was the- most -laborato, and the finest I saw in; EurOpt. As it appears incredible that a number of hands should be steadily engaged at work for as much as three yeais-on a table, and that the value of this table- should be. over $8,000, 1 will quote from? the- Rev. Dr." Patterson, pastor of one of th Pres byterian churches in Brooklyn, L. L, whd is now on a tour in Europe. Speaking of tno Vatican, he says : "Perhaps is is not generally known that the Vatican contains a manufacturing establishment of mosaics. TV"e were-shown a very smalU sized picture in which the mosaic work wa so fine that the artist had been eight year upon it, and for its completion sis yeaw will still be required. 22,00ft shades of color are here nsed in this art."1 Only think; 22,000 shades t Florence is noted for another species of work which is brought to perfection and that is work in marble," such as all kinda of small images, churches, castles, forts, all kinds of fruit, eggs, &o. The most of this, kind of work is colored by good artists, which causes it to. look as natural as. .the original frnit. The cutting of cameos is also- a leading occupation in Florence. And here is also the place where the Leghorn straw hat is made. The hat is called Leghorn because the city c-f Leghorn is the port from whiclt it is shipped. All around Florence, for any number of miles, you will seo the women in the doorways, some plaitiig the straw, while others are forming the bon nets, and you can even see them as you pass then on the roads, plaiting while they walk. As you enter the south-east gato of the city, there is a very pretty, level street (unpaved) that takes to the right of the .gate and skirts aronnd with the wall. This street is never frequented bv the fashionable. For some distance on the right hand are wooden one-story houses, all just alike. I foand that each one of those houses had only two rooms, in one of which was a loom, and sometimes there were two. I examined these looms : they look exactly like the hand-looms that we have in this country, but I was rather sur prised to eee that they were portable, for on some afternoons the weavers would have their looms out on the sidewalks before their doors. They all wove nothing but silk, and were very polite and willing to show one their work. 'I remember one wo man who had a web of most beautiful, thick, broad,1 heavy white silk, and she, like some others, had the warp as well as the silk. She had woven all covered. I asked her if she did not find it very diffi cult to keep it from soiling. She said there were so few passing that the street waa. seldom dusty, and when it did get so it was. sprinkled. I remember also seeing a man who was weaving a most beantiful plaid silk. I always enjoyed a walk through, this part of the city, it was &o very quiet and everything was so clean and neat, and besides I always had some Italian gentle man with me who explained everything. Speaking of weaving, reminds me of an afternoon walk I took, when in passing over bridge -Vecchio (the same, bridge I spoke of in a former number as having a row of houses built on each side of it) wo saw a couple of old women sitting in front of one of these little houses. They were just like hundreds of old women that are to be found everywhere in one's travels neat and matronly, and having indellibly stamped upon them ; the token that they had seen better days. I noticed that each one had a small hand-loom in her lap that attracted my attention. In order that I might have an opportunity of speaking to them of their work, I begged them to direct me to a certain point in the city a place that I had visited dozens of times. Upon examination, I found that they were at work npon a piece of ribbon, 1 J inches wide and very thick and beautiful. They sad they were weaving it for the church, and that, in consideration of the fact that it Was if inches wide, they were paid aa much as 1 J cents per yard. And when they saw that we were very much shocked at tho idea of such small pay, they added that the church, found tho silk, and that when they were well they could weave from three tQ four yards per day; besides they reminded us that they were working for tho church ! Our party numbered five, and each One of ns gave these poor women a small snm, which, although it would be conjdttrcd a trifle in this country, was to them. -a little fortune;
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