Mt. Vernon Democratic banner (Mount Vernon, Ohio : 1853), 1858-10-19

              2V. ft 1 I II f ( ! J - VOLUME 22. MOUNT VERNON, OHIO: TUESDAY, OCTOBER 19, 1858. NUMBER .26. 4-- : '" :' -. .. ' , t- .. . .. ... ,. : : : . : - " - : Jbe If. iJcfrijop Sefcaoct'qtlc Sinner, is tnuiro avaav tckbbat voaaiire, . XJY Xj XIARPEXt . OQce In TToodward't Block, Third Story. TERMS Tw Dollars psr aaaam, payable t ad-Vancv; f2,A within six months: 3,00 after the ex. airation of tka yaar. Clubs of twenty, $1,5 each. mt v A REQUIEM. T J. K. LOWKLL. " lata lb eternal shadow Thai finl ur life aroaad, Into the infinite tileaeo f herewith Death' ahor la bennd, Thou haat gone forth, belored! And I war mean to weep; That thoa haat left life's ah allow, And dost poaaeaa the Deep. Thoa Heat low and silent, Thy heart U oold and atill, Thine eyea are shnt forever, 9 And Death has bad hU will; Helored and would bare taken, I otw4 and woald haT kept, . W strore aad ha was stronger, And I hare never wept. thy body, The tool is still with me. More on?y and more gladsomo - Than it was wont to be; . Thy body was a fetter Thatboandtne to the flesh; Thank God that it is broken And now I lire afresh. Now can I sea thee clearly; The dusky olond of olay, That hid thy starry spirit Is rent and blown away; To earth I fire thy body, Thy spirit to the sky, X saw its brigkt wings growinc, And knew that thou mast fly. Now I can lore thee truly, ' For nothing comes between Tli sense aad the spirit, The seen and the unseen; Lift the eternal shadow, Tbe silenee burst apart. And the soul's boundless future Is present in nry heart. TUC MEAUTIFIL LIXD. BT SAHRY COnSWALL. There is a land immortal, . The beautiful of lauds, IBecide the ancient portal A Msotry grimly stands. He only can uade iL And open wide the door; .And mortals who pass through it Are mortal nereruioro. That glorious land is heaven, And death tbo sentry grim; The Loan thereof has girwu-,m. Tba.oneui,3 keys t hifK. - - . Ant ranfumed spirits sighing And lurm wing for sin, Xo pass the ga'e in dtg, And freely enter in. Tho dark and drear the passage That Ieadeth to the gale, Yet grace eomes with the message To ouls that watch and wait; And at the time appointed A uieenj;er comes down, .And leads the Loan's annointcd from the cross to glory's crown. Their sighs are lost in singing, They're blessed in their tears,-Tleir journey homeward winging, :. Xhcx. leave to earth, their fears. Death like an angel soemeili; We welcome thee," they cry; Their face with glory beaineth 'Xis life for them to die. THE GOLDEN IIGOT. . A Thrillina; Tale. I had just rtftireA t ret with my eyes almost blind with the study of js new work on Ph jsiolo j, by M. Brown, Esqnire, when th nightbell arA pulled violently. It wa winterTand I confess I gambled as I f and went down atairs to open ta door. Twice (hat week I had been aroused loo g after mid aight on the most trivial caases. Once to attend upon the son and heir of a wealthy family, who had cut his thumb with a pen-knife, which H seems, be insisted on taking to bed with him. And once to restore a younjr gentleman to coasciousaess, who had been fovbd by .his horrified parent stretched insensible on the stair case. Dlaehyion ta the one case, and ammonia in the other, were alt that ny patients required; and I had a fiuat napidoa Chat the present summons was perhaps occasioned -by no case more necesitous than those I hare quoted. I was too joung in my profession, however, to neglect op portuniiies. It was only when a phyeictan rises to a very Iare practice that he can offord to be inhuman. I was 00 the first step of the ladder, so I humbly opened my door. ; A woesaa was standing ankle-deep in the snow lhat lay poa the stoop. I caught but a glimpse of fcer form, for the sight was cloudy; but I could hear her teeth rattl'msT like castanets, and as the sharp wind blew her clothes close to her form, I could detect from the sharpness of the outlines that she was very scantily supplied with raiment. "Come is, corns in, ray good woman," I said hastily, for the wind seemed to catch eagerly at the opportunity of making itself at home i my hall, and was rapidly forcing an entrance through the half open door, "Come in, yon earn tell me all you have to communicate inside." She slipped io like ghost, and I closed the door. While 1 was striking a light in my office. I could hear her teeth still elickling out in the dark hall, till it seemed M if some skeleton was chattering. As soon as I obtained a light I beg ged her to eater the roots, and without occupy. tog myself particularly about her appearance, asked her abruptly what her business was. - VLj father has met with a severe accident," she said, -aa4 requires Instant surgical aid, I entreat you to come to him immediately." The freshness and the melody of her votes; startled me.. Sach voices rarely if Ver issue; any but fceaatiful firms. I looked at her ;Htive!r, fcrrt ewioj to a oodsscript species of . poplar CakSe thin face, aad large eyes. Her dress was lamentable. An old : silk, of a color now nnre cognizable, clang to her figure in those limpfolds which are so eloquent of misery. The creases where it had been folded were worn nearly through and through, the edges of the skirt had decayed into a species -of irregular fringe, which was clotted and discolored with mud. Her shoes which were but halfconceaIed by this scanty garment were shapeless and soft with moUture. Her hands were hidden -under the" ends of the shawl which covered her head, and hung down over a bust, the outlines of which, although angular, seem to possess s eer lata grace. A nameless air of mystery which seemed to hangover this wretched edifice, created in me a certain curiosity. Poverty, when partially snrod ed, seldom fails to Interest witness the statue o4 the Veiled Beggar, by Monti. "In what manner was your father hurt?" I asked in a tone considerably softened from the one in which I put my first question. "He blew himself up, sir, and is terribly wounded." : . . .1 . . - "Ah! lie is in some factory then?" -"No, sir, he is a chemist." ; "A chemist why, he is a brother profession' aU - Wait an instant and I will slip on my coat and go with you. Do you live far from here?" "In the Seventh Avenue, n t more than two blocks from the end of this street." "So much the better. We will be with him in a few minutes. Did you leave any one in attendance on him?" V "No, sir, he will: allow no one but myself to enter his laboratory. - And injured as he is 1 could not induce him to quit it." . "Iudeed! He is engaged in some great discovery, perhaps. I have known such cases." We were passing under a lamp-post, and the woman suddenly turned and glared at me with a look of such wild terror, that for an instant I involuntary glanced round me ' under the imprea siou tht some terrible peril, unseen by me, was menacing us bolhT" "Don't don't ask me any questions," she said breathlessly. "He will tell you all you want-But do, oh! do 'hasten good God! he may be dead by this time." I made no reply, but allowed her to grasp my hand, which she did with a bony, nervous clutch and endeavored with some difficulty to keep pace with the long atrides I might well call them bounds, for they seemed ike the springs of a wild animal rather than the pace of a young girl with which she covered th ground.' Note word more t as tittered until we stopped before a shabby old fashioned tenement house in the Seventh Avenue, not fr above Twenty-third Street. She pushed the door open with a con vulaive pressure, aud still retaining bold of my hand, literally dragged me up stairs, to what seemed to be a back off shoot to the maiu. building, as high, perhaps, as the fourth story. In a moment more I - found .: mylf. in' a-moderately sited chamber, lit by a single lamp. In oue corner, stretched motionless on a wretched pallet bed,; I beheld what I suppose! to be the figure of my patient. "Lie is there," said the girti "go to hitn. See if he ii dead I dare not look." , I made my wy as well as I could through the numberless dilapidated chemical Instruments ith which the room was crowJed. A French chafing dish, supported on an iron tripod, had been over-turned and was lying across the. floor, while the charcoal, still warm, was scattered around in various directions. Crucibles, alem btes and retorts were confusedly piled in various corners, and on a small table I saw dis tributed in separate bottles a number of mineral and me talic substances, which I recognized as antimony, mercury, plumbago, arsenie, borax, etc It was veritably the apartment of a poor chemist. All the apparatus had an air of being bought secondhand. There was none of that lustre of exquiv sitely annealed g'ass, and highly polished meUls, which dazzle one in the laboratory, of the prosperous analyst.. The make-shifts of poverty were everywhere visible. The crucibles were broken, or galipots were used instead of crucibles. The colored tests were not in the usual tranparent vials, but were placed in ordinary black bottles. There ia nothing more melancholy than to behold science or art in distress. A threadbare scholar, a Uttered book, or a bat-tered violin, are mute appeals to our sympathies. I approached the wretched pallet bed on which the victim of chemistry was lying. He breathed heavily, and had his bead tamed toward the wall. I lifted his arm gently to arouse his attention. "How goes it, my poor friend?" I asked him. "Where are -yon hart?" In a moment, as if startled by the sound of my voice, be sprang op in his bed, and cowered up against the wall like a wild animal driven to - w no are you? I don't know yov Who brought you here? Too. are a staoger. Ho " wu iut mj pnvate rooms to spy up on rner v. And as he uttered this rapidly with a frightful oervoos energy, I beheld a pale distorted face. draped with long gray hair, glaring at me with a mingled expression of fury and terror. "I am no spy," I answered mildly. , "I heard that you had met with a accident, and have come to cure you. I am Doctor Luxor, and here is my card," . . The old man took the card and eeaaned it eagerly. " ; ' ? ' - - , . -Yoa are a physician?, he .inquired dUtrust fully. ' ; - "And surgeon also." : " - " - Toa are bound by oath nofrto rereal the a- creti or jour patients.". : "Undoubtedly." ' r ' I am afraid that I am hart," he coetlnoed faintly, half stoking back to the bed. . . 1 I seized the opportunity to make i brief examination of his body. . I found that the arms, a portion of the chest, and coma of the face ter- riyyjcorched; but it seemed ta me that there learn here?" said the Jold man, feebly fixing his eyes on my face while t was applying some soothing ointment to the burns. "Yoa will promise me?" - ' ; I nodded assent. Tbeo I will trust you. Cure me, I will pay you well." I could hardly help smiling. If Lorenzo de Medici, conscious of millions of ducats, in his coffers, bad been addressing some leech of the period, he could not have spoken with a loftier air than this inhabitant of the fourth story of a tenement house in the Seventh Avenue. "You must keep quiet," I answered. "Let nothing irritate you I will leave a composing draught with your daughter, which she will give you immediately. I will see you in the morning. You will be well in a week," "Thank God I" came in a murmur from a dusk corner near the door. I turned and beheld the dim outline of the girl standing with clasped band in the gloom, and projecting eager eyes through the dim chamber. "My daughter!" screamed the old man, once more leaping up in the bed with renewed vitality. "You hare seen her then? when? where? Oh! may a thousand cur "Father! Father! Anything anything but that. Don't, don't curse me!" and the poor girl, rushing in, flung herself on her knees beside his pallet. . "Ah I Brigand ! you are there, are you? sir," said he, turning to me, "I am the most unhappy man in the world. Talk of Sysiphas rolliag the ever n eeding stone of Prometheus gnawed by the vulture since the birth of time. The fables yet live. There is my rock, forever crashing me back. There is my eternal vulture feeding upon my heart! There there therel" and wivJt an awful gesture of malediction and hatred he pointed with his, wounded hand, swathed and shapeless with bandages at the cowering, sob bing, word!ess9woman by bis side. I was too much horror stricken to attempt even to sooth him. The anger of blood against blood has an electric power which paralyses by slanders. . "Listen to me sir," he continued, while I skin this painted viper. ; I have your oath. Yon will not reveal. I am an alchemist, sir. Since I was twenty-two years old, I have putsned the wonderful and subtle secret. ; Yes! to unfold the mysterious Rose guarded with such terrible thorns, to decipher the wondrous Table of Emerald, to accomplish the mystic nuptials of the Red King and the White Queen, to marry them soul to soul . and body forever and ever, in the exact proportions of land and water, such has been my sublime aim such, has been the splendid feat that I have accomplished."' I recognized at a glance, in this incoroprehen sible farrago the argot of the true alchemist. Ripley, Flatnel, and others have supplied the world in their works with the melancholly spectacle of a scientific Bedlam. "Two years since," continued the poor man gro wing more and more excited with every word that he uttered, "two years since, I succeeded in solving the great problem in transmutting the baser metul.s into gold. Nona but myself, that girl, and God knows the privations I had suffered up to that time. ; Fool, clothing, air, exer. cise, everything but shelter; was sacrificed to. ward the one great end. Success at la .t crowned my labors. That which Nicholas Flamel did in .1.382, that wLlch ! George Ripley did at Rhodes in 1460, that which Alexander Sethon and Michael Scudivorgi us did in the seventeenth century I did in 1856. I made gold! I said to myself; "I will astonish New York more than Flamel did Paris." He was a poor copyist, and suddenly launched into magnificence. I had scarce ft rag to my back I would rival the Media's. I made gold every day. I toiled night and morning for I must tell you that. I never was able to make more than a certain quantity at a time, and that by a process almost entirely dissimilar to those hinted at to those books of alchemy I had hitherto consulted; but I had no doubt that facility would come with experience, and that ere long I would be able to eclipse in wealth the richest sovereigns of the earth. "So I toiled on. Day after day I gave to this girl here what gold I succeeded in fabricating, telling her to store it away, after supplying our necessities. I was astonished to perceive that we lived as poorly as ever. I reflected, however, that it was perhaps a commendable piece of prudence on the part of my daughter. Doubt less, I said, she argues that the less we spend the sooner we shall accumulate a capital where with to live at ease; so' thinking- her course a wise one, I did not reproach her with her nig gardliness, but toiled on amid want with closed lips. "The gold which I fabricated was, a I said before, of an invariable size, namely, a little ingot worth perhaps thirty or forty-five dollars. In two yean I calculated that I made five hnn dred of these ingots, which, rated at an average of thirty dollars a piece, would amount to the gross sum of fifteen thousand dollars. After deducting our slight expenses for two years, we ought to have nearly . fourteen thous and dollars left. It was time, I thought, to indemnify myself for my years of suffering, and surround my child and myself with such moderate comforts as our means allowed. I went to my daughter and explained, to her that I desired to make an encroachment upon our little board-To ny attar amazement she burst into tears and told-me that she had not a dolTar; that the entire of our wealth' had . been stolen from . her. . . Al; tnoet overwhelmed by , this new misfortune, I in vain endeavored to discover from her ia what manner our saving had bee plundered- She could afford me bo - explanation, beyond what I might gather from an abundance of sobs and a copious flow of tears. ' ... . .. ; , ; "It was a bitter, blow Doctor, but. 'suf despery andum was my motto, to I went to work at ray crucible again with redoubled energy, and made an ingot nearly every second day.. I determined this time to pat them ia soct -secure place ray my daughter's aame came weeping to me, and implored of me to allow her to take tare of our treasure. ; I refused her decisively, sayiog that having found her already incapable of .filling the trust, I could place no faith (a her again. ' But she persisted, clung to my nick, threatened to abandon me, in short, used so many of the bad but-irresistible arguments knciwri to women, that I had not the heart to refuse her. . She has since that time continued to take the ingots. , "Yet you behold," continued the old alchem 1st casting an Inexpressibly: mournful glance around the wretched apartment, tyoa see the way we live. Our food is insnSBcleat and of bad qualityj we never buy any clothes; the rent of this hole is a mere nothing. What am I to think of the wretched girl who plunges me into this misery? Is she a miser, think you? or a female gamester? or or does she squander it riotously in places I know act of? O doctor, doctor! do not blame me if I heap imprecations on her head, for I hare suffered bitterly!" The poor man here closed his eyea, and sank back groaning on his bed. ; ' This singular narrative excited io me the strangest emotions. I glanced at the girl Mart au, who had been a patient listener to these hor rible accusations of cupidity, and sever did I behold a more angelic air of resignation than was spread over her countenance. It was impossible that any ; one with those pure, limpid eyes, that calm, broad forehead, that child like mouth, could be such a monster of avarice or deceit 8 the old man represented. The thing was plain enough the alchemist was mad what alchemist was there ever who was not? and his insanity had taken this terrible shape I felt an inexpressible pity move my heart for this poor git l, whose youth was burdened with such an awful sorrow. . "What is your name?" I asked the old man, taking his tremulous fevered hand in mine. "William Blake lock," he answered. "I come of an old Saxon jtock, air, that bred true men and women in former days. God! how did it overcome to pass that such a one as that girl there ever sprang from our line!" The glance of loathing and contempt that he cast at her, made me shudder. "May you not be mistaken in your daughter?" I said very mildly; "delusions with regard to alchemy, are or have been very common " ' "What, sir?" cried the old man, bounding in his bed. "What? do you doubt thai gold can be made? Do you know, sirthat JL CTheo dore Tiffereau made gold atf Paris in the year 1834 ia the presence of MrLevoTjthe St the Imperial Mint, and the result of the expert ments read before the Academy of Sciences on the sixteenth; of October of the same jear? But stay you shall have better proof yet. I will pay you with one of my ingots, and you shall attend me until I am well-1 Get me an in- This last command was addressed to Marian, who was still kneeling close to her father bed- siae. i ooservea her with some . curiosity as this mandate was issued. She became Very pale clasped her hands convulsively, but neither mov ed or made any reply. "Get me an ingot, I say!" reiterated the alchemist passionately. She fixed her large eyes imploringly upon him. Her lips quivered, and two huge tears rolled slowly dowu her white cheeks. "Obey me, wretched girl," cried the old man in an agitated voice, "or I swear by all that I reverence in Heaven and earth, that I will lay my curse upon you forever!" ; ' ; ; I felt for an instant that I ought perhaps to interfere, and spare the girl the anghish that she was so evidently suffering; Jbut a powerful curiosity to see .how this strange scene would terminate withheld me. This last threat' of her father, uttered as it was with a. terrible vehemence, : seemed to appall Marian. She rose with a sudden leap, as if aserpent hadstang her, and rushing into an inner apartment, returned with a small object in her hand,' which she placed in my hand and then flung herself in a chair in a distent corner of the room weeping bitterly. "You see yoa see said the old man sarcastically, 'how reluctantly aha parts with it. Take it, sir, it is yours." It was a small bar of metal. I examined it caretully, poised it in my hand the color, weight everything announced that it really was gold. "Yoa doubt its genuineness, perhaps?" eon-tinned the . alchemist "There are acids on yonder tabletest it" . ' I confess that I did doubt f to genuineness, bat after I had acted upon the old man's suggestion all further suspicion was rendered impossible. It was gold of the highest purity. I was astounded. Was then, after all, this man's tale a truth? Waa his daughter, that fair, angelic looking creature, a demon of aTarice, or a slave to worse passions? I felt bewildered. I bad never met with anything so incomprehensible. I looked from father to daughter In the blankest amasement I suppose that my countenance betrayed my astonishment, for the man said: "I perceive that yoff are surprised. Well, that is natural, Yoa had a right to think me mad, until I proved myself sane." i ".But, Mr. Blakelock," I aatd, "I reaUy can not take this gold. I have bo right to it, I cannot in fustiee charge so large a free.' ' ' ' ; "Take It take It,", ha" answered Impatiently, "your fee will amount to that ; before I am well; beside,", he added; mysteriousiy. I wish to secure your, friendship; I wish that yoa should ptotecrme from her," and he pointed his poof bandaged hand at Mariao., J . My eye followed bis gesture, and I caught the glance that replied. Aglanee j)f horror, - dis. trust,'despair. - The be&ntifal face was distorted intft TWa;tiv fifrl nun ' " M . , ?t all trueV t thou2ht,l"sb:- U thvdeaoh that her father represents her." .- . : - ' X now rose to -"g. .This' domestio tragedy sickened meT Treachery of bfood a;afnst blood waa too horrlUe to witnest." I wrote a prescript bidding htm good - night hastened towards the door. "... . . - : While I was fumbling on the dark, crazy land, ing for the staircase, I felt a band laid on my arm.- . ;.r :'"' " Doc tor,", whispered a voice that X recognized as Marian Blakelock, "Doctor, have you any compassion in your heart?". "I hope so,". I answered shortly, shaking off her hand her touch filled me with'loathing. "Hush! don't talk so loud. If yoa have any pity in your nature, give me back, I entreat of ) ou, that gold Ingot which my father gave yoa this evening." . ; ;'-;- "Great Heayenl" said I, "can it be possible that so fair a woman can be such a mercenary shameless wretch?" "Ah! yoa know no I cannot tell you! Do not judge me harshiy. J call God to witness that I am not what you deem me. Same day or other you will know but," she added interrupting herself, "the ingot where U it? I must have it My life depends on your giving it to me.M "Take it, impostor!" I cried, placing it in her hand that closed on it with a horrible eagerness. ' l never intended to keep it. Gold made binder the same roof that covert such as yoa XAm accursed." So saying, heedless of tbe nervous effort she made to detain me, I stumbled down ; the stairs and walked hastily home. The. next moroinj rbi'.b I was in my office, smoking my matntinal cigar and speculating over the singular character of my acquaintances of last night, the door opened, and Marian Blake-lock entered. She had the same look of terror that I had observed the evening before, and she panted as if she had been running fast. "Father has got out of bed," she gasped out. "and insists on going On with his alchemy. Will it kill him?" .- : "Not exactly," I answered coldly. "It were better thst be kept quiet, so as to avoid the chance of inflammation. However, you need not be alarmed, his burns are not at all dangerous, although painful." . 'Thank God thank God!" she cried in the most impasslonate accents, and before I was aware of what she was doing, she seized my hand and kissed iL ' ' "There, that will do," I said,' withdrawing my hand, "you are nnder no obligations to me You. bad better go back to your father." "I can't go." she answered, "yoa despise) me it not so?" ; " ; I made no reply. you want home last nfght, you were wonderstruck that so vile a creature as I should have so fair a face." - " . ; . "You embarrass me, Madam,"I said ia my most chilling tone. "Pray, relieve me from this unpleasant position,"- . "Wait, I cannot bear that you should think ill of me. You are good and kind, and I desire to possess your esteem. You little know how I love tny father." T could not restrain a bitter smile. "You do not believe that? Well I will con vince you. I have had a hard struggle all last night with myself, but am now resulvod. This life of deceit must continue no louger. Will you hear my vindication?" - I nodded my head. - The wonderful melody of her voice and the purity of her features wre charming me once more. I half believed in her innocence already. "My father has told you a portion of his history. But he did not tell you that bis continued failures in his search after the secret of metallic transmutation nearly killed him. Two years ago, he was on the verge of the grate, working every day at his mad pursuit, and every day growing weaker and more emaciated T saw that if his mind was not relieved in some way, he would die. The thought was madness to me, for I lov ed him -I love h)m still as a daughter never loved a father before. During all these years of poverty I had supported the house with my need le; it was hard wort, but I did it I dS it still!" "What?" I cried startled, "does not" - "Patience. Hear me out My father was dying of disappointment I must save him. By incredible exertions, sitting np aU- bight, and working with enormous rapidity, I saved about thirty-five dollars in notes. These I exchanged for gold, and one day when my father i was not looking, I cast them into the crucible in which he was making one of his vain attempts at traus mutation. God, tarn sure, will pardon me the deception. I never anticipated the misery it would lead to. - . .- : . . "I never beheld any thing like the joy of my poor father, when, after emptying bis crucible, he found a deposit of pure gold at the bottom. He wept, and danced; and sang, and built such castles in the aift that my brain turned to hear him.' He gave me the ingot to keep and went to work at his alchemy with renewed rigor. The same thing occurred. He always found the same a nan tit v of rold la his crucible. I alone knew a "fa ,., , the secret He was happy, poor man, for nearly two years, in tha belief that he was amassing a fortune. I all the while plied my needle for Cur daily bread. When he asked me for his savings the first stroke felt apon me. Then it was that I recognized the folly of my conduct.- I could give him no money,- I never had any while he believed that I had fourteen thousand dollars- My heart was nearly broken. -1 found that he had conceived the -most' injurious suspicions against me, ; Yet I could not blame him. I could give no account of the treasure, I had permitted him to betiete was ia my possession. I must suffer the penalty of my fault, for to undeceive him would be, I felt- to -kill him--I remained" silent then and traffered;- . Yoa know the rest. Yoa now know- why it was that I was irefuctaat to give yoa that bgot l-hy t was bfct degraded -mysetf 'soj far as to ask tt backV It was tLa only mean s I had of con tinuing a deception on which I believed my fath er's Ufa depended:' ' Bat that delusion has been Sfspelied; I can rV 'HU life ' of brpocri-y ro I will undeceive him this very day will you come with me, for I fear the effect 00 his enfeebled frame? ' ' Willingly," I answered, taking tier by the hand "aad I think lhat no absolute danger need be apprehended. Now,' Marian," I added, "let me ask forgiveness for my having even for a moment wounded so noble a heart. Ycu are truly as great a rayrtyr, as any of those whose sufferings the Church perpetuates in altarpleces." "Ikrewyoa would do me justicce when yxm knew all" she sobbed pressing ray hand, "but 4V . . . a come. 1 am on fire. Liet tts hasten to mv rath ers, and break this terror to him." " - When we reached the old alchemist's room we found him busily engaged over a crucible which was placed on a small furnace, and in which some indescribable mixture was boiling. He looked up as we entered. "No fear of me, Doctor," he said with a ghastly smile, "no fear. ' I must not allow a little physical paint to interrupt my great work, you know. By the way,oa are just In time: In a few mo ments the marriage of the Red rting and White Qoeen will be accomplished, as. George Ripley calls "the great act, in his book entitled, 'The IWm Gate. Yes, Doctor, in less than ten minutes yoa will see me make pure, red, shining gold!" And the poor eld man smiled triumphant' ly, and stirred his foolish mixture .with a long rod, which he held with difficulty in his bandaged hands. It was a grievous sight for a man of any feeling to witness. "Father," said Marian in a low, broken volet', advancing a little toward the poor old dupe, "I want your forgiveness," "Ah, hypocrit 1 for what? Are you going to give me back my gold?" "No father, but for the deception that I have been practicing on you for two years- . "I kne w it I knew it," shouted the old man with a radiant countenance. "She has conceat ed my fourteen thoasand dollars all this time, and now comes to restore them. I will forgive her. Where are they, Marian?" "Father it must come out. You never made any gold. It was I who saved np thirty five dolr lars, and I used to slip them into your crucible when your back was turned and I did it only because I saw you was dying of disappointment. It was wrong, I know bot father, I meant well. Youl! forgive me, woa't you?" And the poor girl advanced a step towarJs the alchemist He grew deathly pale, and staggered as if about to fall. The next instant, though, he recovered himself, and burst Into horribU aardonitt Ul. Tbn hi "said fnlones fait of the bitterest irony: "A conspiracy, is it? Well done, Doctor!' You think to reconcile me with this wretched girl by trumping np this story, that I have been for two years a dupe of her filial piety. "It's clumsy Doctor, end is a total failure; Try again." "Boll assure yoa, Mr. Blakelock," I said as earnestly as I could, 'I believe your daughter statements to be perfectly true. You will find tt to be So, as she ba got the ingot in her possession which so often deceived you into the belief that you made gold, and this you will certainly find, that no transmutation has taken place in your crucible." "Doctor," said the old man ia tones of the moat settled conviction, "yoa are a fool. That girt has wheedled you. Ia less than a minute I will turn you-but a piece of gold, purer than any the earth produces. Will that convince you?' "That will convince me," I answered. By a gesture I imposed silence on Marian, who, was about to speak as I thought it was better to al low the old man to be his own uudeceiver and we awaited the coming crisis. The old man, still smiling with anticipated tri umpb, kept bending eagerly over his- ctucible stirring the mixture with his rod, and, mutteriug to himself' all the time. "Now," I heard him say, "it changes. ' Therthere's the scum. And now the green and bfonze sttades flit across it Oh! the beautiful green! The precursor of the golden red hue that tells of the end attaiued. See! now the golden red is coming slowly slow ly! It deepens, it shines, it ia dazzling 1 Abl 1 have it" So saying he caught np bis crucible in a chemist's tongs, and bore it slowly towards the table on which stood a brass vessel. "Now, incredulous doc tori" he cried, "come, aud be convinced," and immediately eommenc ed carefully pouring the contents of the crucible into the brass vessel. When the crucible was quite empty, he turned it up, and called me again. .."Come, Doctor, come, and he convinced. See for yourself." : "See first if there is any gold i a yourcrucible-' I answered without moving. He laughed, shook his head derisively, . and looked into the crucible. In a moment he grew pale as death. "Nothing!" "Ohl a jest! a jest! There must be gold somewhere. Marian!" J "The gold Is here, father, said Marian, drawing the ingot from her pocket; "it is all we ever bad. '- . '. "Ah!" shrieked this poor old man, as he let the empty crucible fall, and- staggered towards the ingot which Marion held out to him.. He made three steps, and then fell on his face. Marian rushed toward htm and tried to lift him but could not I put her aside gently, and placed my hand on his heart J '' "Marian, said 1, "it is perhaps better as it is. HeUdead! ' : ; ' - To Report Scrscaav Milk of almonds made thusi Take of blanched bitter almonds half an ounce, soft: water half a pint; make an emulaioa by beating the almonds and water to gelher, straia--thTWil -rimslitr-eloth aad It is maae. --v-7 ilea's interests ruire that they eiaiJd nuierstaad .each . other; and providoncs had "made it. almost impossible for nj to keep our real characters toc concealed, - ' .'. , ; - JL character which combines the love of CJc: umorist. A Colored Discourse. A correspondent of the" Knickerbocker wha writes from Mansfield, Ohio, sends us the follow ing "discourse," for the entire authority of which he vouches without reserves, having taken it uvnu iiwiu Hv kuiva 1 1 '3 ui fciic IV YCXt II U Orator himself: .' - "My tex, brcdreu and sislcr, will be foiin in ds fust chapter of Gemcsis, and twenty. sebenth' werse. "And de Lord make Adam.", I tole you how" he make him. He make Lim out ob'clay, and when he get dri, be. lRthe into him de brt-tT otf life. He put him in de garden obUden, aLd L6 sei mm in ae Koruer 00 ae lot, and he Me hira to eat all de apples, 'ceptin' dem in de twiddle ob de orchard; dem he' want for de ttiuter api pics. . : ; " ' ' " . 'Binie by, Adam he be lonesome. So de Lfif make KJbe. I tole you how he make her. lie cib Adam laud&nnm till hp rmt f3 " " ---- fvv WVMaaM W1VV J I M II bagonge rib out he side aud make Ebe; ' he- told her to eat all do apples Wpting' dem ir. dd ujiuuin vu uo wivuaiu, ucia no waai ior ae win1 ter apples. "Wun day de Lord he go visiting; de 3bbl4 he cum along; ho dress himself up iu de kia of desnake and he fine Ebe, and he tole Ler. 'EL. why far you not eat da apples in de middle obda orchardZ Ebe says: Dem de Lord's winter ep-pies.' But de debble says: 4 tole you foe to.vttt dem, case dey a de best apples in d orchard.' So Ebe eat de apple, and guv Adam a bile, aud den de debbil he go away. "Bime by de Lori cum homo and he cnl) Adam Adam hs lav lowi ia dm Tr1 rail snin V.i Adam!' Adam say, 4Hea LonlJ' and re Lor' say, 'Who stole de winter apples? Ada.u tole- him, "Uon't know Kbe, he 'spect.' r3o de Lor' call, 'Ebe! Ebe lay low. De Lor1 call aain, 'You Ebe!' Ebe nay' 'Hea, LorT ..De Lor say 'Who stole de winter apples?" Ebe tole hinij 'Uou t know Adam, she spect bo Lor cotca 'em bofT, and trow em ober de fence, and he tole cm, 'Uo work: tor your libbtn,' "-A Tlirh Jolc. In one of Ihe numerous counties in Georgia not many years ago? a medical practitioner not a graduate sued oue of his patrons for what he. owed him, in a justice's court A limb of the law, suited to the locality and the client, under took the defense, and contested the claim rn 1 jjruuiiu ui iub uisc-ipio 01 .Xiscuiapius nut L-ct1.7 a reiui&r at&duale. Our friend, the doctor, feffc nonplussed. All his rides- bis valuable time and doses of physic fleemed to have been be-"- . t 1 . - Tt , Biuweu iur nuugni. uas patience ana persevere nee overcome all things, and necesoitv is the mother of invention. The day of trial arrived With an air of triumph, the defendant's lawvef paraded his authorities and made a crushing ar he thought. Wheu he had concluded, the doctor approach' ed the justices, and depositing what he claimed to be his diploma, with a respectlul bow, politely retired to his seat The lawyer looked at the formidable document scrutinized it several minutes, while big drops of sweat rolled down his face. Unable to dispute its authority or And n flaw, he handed it. in despair to the jastices. 1 These gentlemen looked at the mysterious characters and turned the sheet iu every possibleposition-. After having examined it to their satisfaction; and .privately consulted over the case, they decided in favor of Ui plaintiff. Ihe lrienuly paper was a circular in reference to Job Daci'Ta J'lastcr, printed in Dutch! A Minister's Walk arrd Conversation. The editor of thd orth Cau-ulina Trrshule.riim't - j 1 who is at thejVirgiaia Springs, h.i9 heard a good storv of Sneaker Orr and the Ilav. Dr . W.of LeAiugwju. iiui long since, ine story goes, mey were both at the Warm Springs, and met in a public room of the hotel. . They had been silting with other company, and after a while the Doc tor rose and walked across the room with the usual limp in his rait.' Mr. Orr immediatelv re- cognized him, and asked him if be wc.3 not the Chaplain at such a time, naming the year. The Doctor replied that he was. : ' "I as there," said Mr. Orr, "a student at the University, and I knew you by your limp.""" VWdl," said the Doctor, "it seems mylimp--ing made a deeper impression pn yoo than ray preaching." The joke placed Mr. Ocr in aa awkward predicament, and most men would have been unable to extricate themselves, but he re' plied with ready witf - " "Ah, Doctor, it is' the highest compliment we can pay a minister, to say that he is knowu by his walk rather than by his conversation." He'd Throw 45's. . We would like a view of the russet brogana that would fit the colored individual who is the hero of this anecdote " Old negro slarobering With his Icet pointing' to a gliminering fire. Opens one eye and frets u glimpse at them as they stand up in lb obscurity. Mistakes them for two little negroes, and cties: "Gif fum 'fore me," and relapses iato sleep. After a while, opens the other eye, and still seeing the intruders, says, "Gif fum 'Cortr me, I -say, I kick you ia de fire if sou don't, I will sbu" and again he snores. His dreams not being pleasant, he soon opens both eyes, and still seeing the pests, he draws up his foot Tor the threatened kick, but is sllaruaed to aee the'm advance, upon him, and ex-claiuip; "Wha, wLrrf you coming to now? Hutup! My own tooby golljr - " . : T ."Dad, yoa know that brass-tbiug the JIoW gin. me for my trunk, themat the depotTT ;: , - ; -ye? m - . ... , T -. "- - ; '''WeU.fwa nothing bat irass wis U? ,j ' "No,"I s'rxs not." "Good! wejIT tucked .H onto tbtt hack mi back there fr a quarter, and- ho wnt-2f saUi- fied," t, ty. -j . i - .' -' - ' i ; Jonathan fpund out what kind r a gim 'irf hd rlaycd. wheu he saw the -b.icktnati pr.v6 r -. . J. .... 1 , . 1 .- . ' era; av -- n V JVJJ v