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LruiiLarl' ' ilell.
AH alone in his bar, counting over
Sat a licensed rum-seller, hard.
bear led and oold ;
Though bis day's work was dons
skill he lingered late,
Like a goblin appearing, phantom
A worker of infamous erll was be.
With a soul that was black aa night
storm at eea ;
And tbege words of doom frora a
liquor fiend fall :
"IIo ! I gather tbem into a drunk
.'Yen, I gather tbem in from the
Ghurcu and State,
hioui tbe high and tbn low, from
lich and the great,
it in known to the paator my pew
reut in paid ;
And tbe votrn I control make tbe
htattiMmn atraid ;
So my 1 rimw they condone, and
with amiliug they coma
For a Hharo ot my gold tbt I make
bv my rum.
Yee, I've brought them securely uo
der my epell,
And I'll gather them into a drnuk
''Yes, I gather them, iu men, wom
en, and boys,
Scorea of tbouxunda each year 01 v
Both the body aud soul, tbe wide
Fiom the homeH where tbe blisa ot
Hweet joyH should abound.
Deart-st mother, fair daughter, kind
father, and 8ou.
How 1 Hi-.atter their idols and hopes
one by one 1
With my license to kill, it is known
How 1 gat her fhem into a drunkards'
"Yes. I gather them iu from the gay
Fiom tbe banquetiug-hali where
tbe red wine is poured,
From tbe gay social glass on tbe
bright New Years morn,
From tbe young father's homo
where the new babe is born ;
From tbe glories of fame tbe excit
From tbe chamber of death where
tbe dearest oue dies,
Front the fair tnarriage-feast, and
the funeral knell,
All are gathered alike to the drnnki
.'Yes, I gather them iu from tbe
doctor who deals
Alchohol to bis patient, assuming
While the deadly nostrum benumbs
the poor brain,
And bliugs on delobiou with many
Though the poision may loll aod
appear to give ease,
While the 'gold cure' is proot :t pro
And nostrums all fail to make sick
men get well,
Still I gather them into a drunks
"We. 1 a'her tbem in. Hear their
" wild uluiaka aud groans !
lielp ess wemen are ptaviog Jwith
While their children beg . bread in
Still 1 rule them an king aod my
rum fccpter hold.
Though my victims are many yet
bell claims them all,
Whether coming from palace, from
hovel or ball
Bjtb by night and by day .all my
records do telr,
How I gather theto iuto a drank-
'Yee, 1 gather tbem iu by extend
ing my trade,
For my dealing near doubles uteh
pasing decade ;
And Cougre&a staudjs by me and
fosters tbe eale
Of the devii'a bst aid, lager beer
aud cream ale ;
But tbe pride of my life and the joy
of my heart
Is to find Cbristain voters are taking
And ship ram to tbe heathen, with
Bibles to sell,
While I gather tbem into drunk
Yet, I gather them in without
hope or release,
Where the pangs of their torments
will ever increase,"
A long line ot goblins, a dark ghasti
Made of rum-ruined wretches all
writhing ia pain,
Ituthing on madly, gnashing teeth
as they told,
With walls of ttie damned bow tbe
Tbem the liquor of death he was li
censed to sell,
And gather them into a drunkards'
Would yoa gather tbem iu from the
dram drinker's doom
From an unending death, from a
dark living tomb 1
Would you break tbe shackles
et captives tree
From tho poisoning cutse of
daik u pan-tree 1
Would you strike down tbe
that ia blighting tbe land,
Aud crown our nutiou most noble
aud grand f
Then vote as you pray, tor no rum-
fiend to sell
That which gathers men into a
druukards bell. Set.
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THE "BLUE WESLEY
BY MES. AMELIA E. BARE.
Yesterday I saw some pieces of
rare old china ; but I saw no piece
among them that interested me half
o much as a queer little blueand-
white tea-pot that I used to be fa
miliar with in my childhood. I
know now that it was oue ot half a
dozen that are eagerly sought after,
and worth more than gold ; but the
old lady to whom it belonged only
valued jt tor its associations.
It had been made in Staffordshire
when the art of pottery was just
emerging from its rudeness, aud
wbeu the people were as yet half
Itarbarous and wholly irreligious;
and it commemorated tbe apostolic
labors of John Wesley in that al
most unknown district. Ui like
ness adorned oue side, and a Scrip
tural motto, often in bis mouth, the
oi her. Of course, it had a history
any child could see tbat and this
is what I am going to tell :
Martha Wheildon was a Stafford--shire
woman, born in that cold, wett
Clayey country which lies just on
the edge of Cannock Chase and the
great coal-field of the sould. A
country uely beyond all description
a flat, black waste, intersected by
foul canals, covered with slow barg
es ladeu with coal and iron ; shorty
wide chimneys pouring out smoke
and flame huts and hovels built of
mud and brick, and miserable little
childreu p.'aytng their dreary play
among tbe cinders and debris of tbe
kilns and pits-
Methodism came to these people
like the very promise of heaven, and
the "pottery district'' who in a great
measure humanized by its influence.
Still tbe pits and kilns brought wild,
bad characters of all kinds to work
iu them, and thus every little village
was often shocked by deeds of des perate
One morning, in tbe year 1833,
two young meu were busy at toeir
wheels, for they were throwers in
the potteiy of Michael Colcloogh.
One of them was William Wheildon
and the other John Borslem. They
were not relatives, but they bad
been for many years fellow-workers
and friends. However, there had
come a shadow between them, aDd
thia shadow, as it often is, was a
very fair, good girl, only child of
Michael Colclougbi Both young
men were in love with ber, and
neither of them could be certain that
he was the favored one.
Finally, however, Mary Colclough
gave her whole heart to WTilliam
Wheildon ; but when the lovers ap
p led to Michael for his sanction, it
was refused with Boom and anger.
Michael bad saved mouey, and
William's mother was widow with
small means. He greatly preferred
John Burslenx, whose father had
left John two bqudred pounds and
the cottage where he still lived.
And so he told Mary to give up
Will, saying :
"I'd turn him 11 It I couid, ui
be'H hired sill New Year's. And
there's Tom Bgley he's got to o.
He's been a-telling Toft'? people
bow.I gotten my glaze; but I'll be
upn;dea with him."
Tbe old man tnrned away with
an angry exclamation, fci a revelas
'iou of secret processes in a pottery
was no alight wrong, and as all
bands are hired by tbe year, Michael
had to pay his unfaithful servant
full wages in order to get rid of
That very morniug on which my
tale opens, he came np to where
Will and John were at their wheels
aud Tom Bagley piling the biscuit
in saggers for the kiln, and gave the
last Darned bis wages and his dis
missal. Tbe man was furiously an
gry and made s me dnugerous
threats, lint John Bursleui noticed
nothing Have that Will and Michael
had some hard words about Mary,
and his jealousy became au unreal
on-ible passion at once, and bis
da k, Hulleu tace remained unmoved
by all Will's explanations.
Tbe next day was Stoke Market,
and Michael Colclough, as usual,
weut over there with his samples
aud his week's gathered gold. He
usually came home about five o
lock, ofteu taking across a little
moor to the lett of the village in or
der to shorten th distance. John
Buralem alno crossed this moor go
ing home from work, aud be resolv
ed to wait for Michael there, aud
oflYir to put his money in the pot
tery if Michael would promise him
the hand of Mary.
Another workman was with him
called Sans, but when they saw Mi
chael in the distance, Sans hurried
ou and John waited for his ap
proach. In a lew minutes there
was the report of a guu, and a man
came running toward John Burslem
followed by Sans, who way cryiug
"Hold the murderer, John I I
know thee, WTheildon ! Tbou hast
bbot the old man ! I Beed thee do
John looked up, and. dusk as it
was, ho saw distinctly tbe peculiar
coat and hat which Will always
wore on Sundays; but when the
man approached him, he knew at
once tbat it was Tom Bagley in
Will Wheildou's clothes.
Ihe two meu looked in each oth.
er's faces. There was but a mo
ment to decide, and Tom saw in
Johu's face enough to make him
"if thou help me away, thou art
sure then of Mary Colclough. Can
L go to thy cottage V
"There is a cellar underneath it
Tbat was ail that was said, for
Sans was rapidly approaching.
John ran to meet him, and by the
time bis eager questions were an
swered, the murderer was out of
4,But, never miud," said Sans. 'T
know well who it was ; and tbou,
john, saw him, too. Come, we bad
better look to old master."
Micbal was Dot dead, but he was
little likely to live, and what chance
he had was quite lest by tho wild
passion to which he gave way when
be learned bis critical condition.
He positively asserted that William
Wheildon was his murderer, and
h looked at Mary in snch a suopi
cious way as added greatly to her
giief aDd sorrow.
"Thou would marry my murderer
and be vain, Mary,'' be said, bitter
ly, ia a low, painful gasps.
"Never, never, father! Not to
save my life would I marry the man
who took yours 1''
"Tbeu thou won't wed with
"If he murdered you, father, nev
Duribg his last bourn, Michael
sent for John Burslem. He left the
pottery in his charge until it could
be sold foor Mary ; and then Jobn
doubtless made his offer, for Mary
was hastily summoned and ber band
placed in John's with almost ber
Iu the meantime, William Wheil
don bad teen sent .to Stoke prison,
and evidence against him was so
conclusive that do one, except bis
mother, dared believe his solemn
AAservationa of innocence. Michael
Co'oloab and Sans Imd totn posi
tively recognized him, aod Will's
gun had been found within fifty
paces of the murdered man.
Wheildon had left the pottery at
four o'clock, and no oaa bat his
mother hid seen him afterward.
Bhe aaid that ber ton ha4 drink
bia ra with Iter aid thea retire to
h rton for i rod ing, ss.iwas hla
custom, wkil sfce titled op afid got
ready for chapel, to which he was
goinf wirh her.
Martha Wheildon had such a
high character that bo one svheved
he oapable of lying, even to amveH
her euly ; bit then, every oue
t bought tbat aha had been deceived
in Will's oceupatioa, a4 that whila
she supposed bias bo be raadisg he
had really goae ob his atnrdering
miasioo. The fact ot hia having his
chapel clotker ou peemed fr prove
that he had tat-aat to get back aud
be ready for his not her at the
The clothes could not be found
of coarse not. In his helter-skelter
flight aoroas tbe moor they had got
torn and soiled with clay, and be
bad destroyed their evidence.
William's tale went no way to
exonerate him. He allowed that he
had quarreled with Michael and
-aid tbat he woald marry his daugh
ter whether be liked it or not, ad
mitted that be had spoken io a way
that disgraced him as a good Meth
odist, but said ha was angry at
Michael's slurs on hm mother. He
said, further, tbat alter drinking tea
with his mother, he had locked
himself in his room to prepare tor
chapel, aud that just before time to
leave he had discovered tbat
hi best clothes had beeu sto
len, but did not miss tbe guu ou
til it was showed to him after being
picked up on Black Moor.
The tale at best was a weak one,
and could not stand a moment be
fore old Michael's dying statement,
and San's positive assertion. Sane
tudeed, had not a good character,
but on the stand, Jobn Burslem,
having been solemnly sworn, also
testified to seeing a man io William
Wheildon's clothes running away
fiom the murdered poster, and, be
ing closely questioned, sa'd tnat tbe
man was " certainly William Whetl
don.' The judge was so impressed by
both mother and son's claim and
dignified behavior tbat he announc
ed his determination to recommend
tbe prisoner to mercy. This favor
at least promised time. During all
ber son's imprisonment, her love
and attention to him and ber faitb
in God's deliverance and Will's in
nocence were remarkable. For
some reason, satisfactory to herself,
she preferred praying in the little
chapel, and hour after hour found
her kneeliDg there.
"Go thy ways, Martha Wheildon,''
said the minister to ber, one day.
"It is impossible the son of such
prayers should come to any barm or
And Martha took the words for
her answer and showed evtr after
ward to all her friends a cheerful
faee. It was in these days the little
blue teapot first became dear to
her. Its eheeif-ol motto, In Gqd
we trust,'' stood above ber hearth
stone constantly. Wben night came
and she could not see to read ber
Bible, for spectacles were not for
poor people in those days, she could
turu ber faee to the bright assur
ance, aud iu tbe fitfol firelight it
was always sufficiently clear to her.
But time passsd away, and no
deliverance came. Jobn Barslem
managed the pottery, and many
said that Mary Colclough was soon
to be bis wife. But, one day, he
went home to hi eolitary cofage
very cross. Mary had speken that
day not only some very scornful but
some very saepicious words. He
did not like the toue she bad taken
toward biro. He wanted to be alone
and think things over ; o be sent
tbe old crone who waited on him to
ti e Tillage on some trifliog message.
The woman had no sooner gone
than Tom Bagley slunk into the
room and bade John get brandy and
food at once. His tone was not to
be disputed. He was a desperate
man. The police, he said, was after
him, and Jobn must give bim more
gold to reach Bristol. He tcould go
abroad this time. He swore be
"Why did yoa not go before !"
said John, with sickening heart.
"I want aa far aa Lunnuu, got io
to bad hands and am in trouble a
'Well, get out of it
"You'll help me to, lad K
"Then I'll be took. If I tell, I
may awing for it, bat you'll go to
Botany Bayhard work for life.
I'd rather hang, for my part please
John waa la despair, but be had
willingly forged the first link of the
devil's chain that bound him ; now
he must go on, or lose everything.
Ha fed the rascal, disguised bim in
some of bia own clothes, aod gave
him twenty pounds. At midnight
be started h m off lor Bristol, prom
ising to send him fifty pounds more
when he heard tbat he was safe in
Next morning he weut to the
pottery , but, ob, how sick with
anxiety he was 1 Wheildon in his
pmou-cell was not balf so misera
able. Halt a dozeu times he wan
on the poiut of thiowiug down bis
piece and flying tor his life. He
determined at any rate to go next
day to Stoke, draw all hid mouey
from the bank, and arrange bis
plaua for leaving JEugland. Why
should be stop for a puling, scorn
ful girl that hated to look at him f
He would never be safe as long as
Tom Bagley knew where he was;
and his money, too it would never
be his own.
When be went borne, Ihe old
woman had a terrible tale to tell.
There bad been strauge men there
and tbey had searched tbe house
and taken a bundle out or the cel
lar. John uttered a low cry ; he knew
what was iu the bundle Will
WTheildon's Sunday clothes, in
which Tom Bagley had committed
the mm der, aud the rags which he
bad left last night in exchange for
one of his own suits.
"How long since they were here f
"A. matter of ten minutes or that
Then tbey bad gone to meet bim.
Doubtless they bad got a warrant
at Stoke for his appreheusioo. Tom
must have been caught must have
couiessed all ; he bad not a moment
to lose. Fortunately it was nearly
dark, and he knew the country pret
ty well. He travelled all night over
dismal roads made ot cinders and
bits of broken pottery and lit by In
rid furnaces, never pausiDg, bardly
kcowing where be went, only tbat
be was keeping southward. At the
close of the second a ay, he came to
a wretched little mining village and
stopping at an ale-boose to rest.
He fancied the men looked queerly
at bim, and, glanciug up, be saw a
printed deecrjptioh of his person
and a reward of fifty pounds for
He drank his mug of ale aod went
out into tbe darkness agaio ; but be
had scarcely got a hundred yards
before he was aware that a motley
crowd, with lanterns, was following
him. He went recklessly forward,
though be knew tbe country here
was full of marl pits and open
shafts and dangers of many kinds.
Twice be fell into chalk-qaarries,
aod knowing that bis form made a
black patch on tbe white atone, be
struggled out, full of agony aod
But the men, in spite of their
wanderings and turnings, weie rap
idly gaining on him. He was des
perate with the fear of falling into
the hands of such a rude mob, and,
in spite of their warning crles,rnsh
ed madly forward. There was an
open shaft before him, and be
plunged headlong into it. As there
was a reward for hla body, dead or
alive, tbe tack, cold waters of tbe
old pit were dragged and the poor,
shattered remains carried back for
All waa Known now, and rapid
measures were at once taken for
William Wht-ildon's release: Tbe
first cop of tea tbat be drank at bis
cwn fireside again a free and jus
tified man, on tbe eve of big mar
nge with Mary bis mother brew
ed in tha little "bine Wesley tea.
pot, the little tea-pot tbat had
comforted and cheered her in all bar
trouble, with its pleasant and
strong assurance, -In God we trrut.
Tbe pablla clocks of Parle 1 They
are a innumtrable aa the puff balla
f tat Mwhat,a-o'clock." whose tinj
moons mingle with the gold atars of
It a dandelions which intrnde on a
sammer lawn. But tbe oldest of
theaa all and, indeed of all Fraoo,
is tbia great ornamental clock on
the tower of tbe Palais d Justioe.
Its dae is 1370.
It ia beat aeea from' the flower
market, on what the people call the
Little Island or He de la Cite, re
ceutly decribed bo Tbeodoro Child
as "A sort of aoiopoiis or secret en
closure devoted to public monu
tneuts.' Imagine yourself, then knee deep
amoug the flowers tbat crowd tbe
quai to which tbey give their name.
Oue could forget time altogether io
such a perfeoied surrounding ot
light form aud color, were it not for
tbe near aud sonoroot striking of
Every quarter of an hour this
memento mori atrikes fiom tha deck
toer of the Palais de Justice
Surely bat a balr divides beauti
ful tbiugs from sad, jet tbe ball la
an unwelcome intrusion to happy
thonghts and tbe lazy content in
spired on a summer morniug like
"What boot it is to repeat
How time is slipping underneath our tet(
Unborn to-morrow and dead yesterday
Why fret about them if to-day be sweet."
But the sound is peninteut, aod
finally we wait for it is expectantly
as it were the old clock at home
keeping ua awake at night with its
chimes, ond slowly, reluctantly, like
tbe go ant turning frona the wedding
feast, we walk toward this ancient
maainer to hear what be has to say
Eleanor E. Oreatorex in October
Do Ton Love ?
A French amateur has amused
himself by finding ont bow tbe verb
"I love" is written in thirty differ
ent languages. Considering that
uoless'tbau thirty three different
languanes are epokeu in Europe,
153 in Asia, aod so on, tbe Result of
tbe French gentleman's researches
amounts only to a small fraction of
tbe 860 different (languages, that
are spoken on our'planer. Dowers
er, the result may be of some inter
la English I love.
In FreDch J'aime.
In German Icb liebe.
Ia Dutch Ik lieb lief.
In Swedish Jag alskar.
In Danish Jeg elsker.
Ia Norwegian Jeg elsker.
Ia Latin Amo
Ia Italian Amo.
Ii Spanish Amo.
I:i Portuguese Amo.
In Russia LioubMou.
In Polish Koch am. ;
Iu Hungarian Varok.
In Greek Aghapo.
In Turkish Sereyroum.
Iu Armeniad Geairem.
Io Romanian Eaulibseb.
In Biscayao Mait&tzendet.
It) Hindoostao Main bolt.
In Persain Douatdaretn.
Ir Arabio(Egypt) Nel'al.
In Arabic(Algeria) Neb abb.
Io Cambodie Khubom srelaod.
In Malay Sahya auk a.
In Annamitish Toi Tbu'o'ug
Iu Chinese Ouo hibouaog.
In Japanese Watakusi wa sukl
In Briton Karan.
In Yolapuk Lofob.
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