A FAITHFUL PORTRAIT OF THE EXILE.

Colonist, Volume II, Issue 103, 15 October 1858, Page 3

A FAITHFUL PORTRAIT OF THE EXILE.

1 DZ LOUIS NAPOLEON. The Pays' publishes- 'a letter purporting to be from London, and containing some observations on tbe leceptioti of-the Duke de Malakhoff, ■ and on the effect produced by the acquittal of Br. Bernard. The writer considers the warm manner in which the Marshal has been received by the better classes as a protest against the manifestation, in favor of Dr. Bernard. Ha says,— . " The hostility of the lower classes, who are thus influenced by prejudices which are no longer of our times, would be brief and of no consequence, were it not excited and kept up by refugees, who are not numerous, but who are active, audacious, &c." He then goes on to speak in the strongest terms against the exiles residing in England. This severity of the Ministerial print against smen whom political changes have driven from their country—against refugees and exiles—is not, we apprehend, in accordance with the wishes of the Emperor. In the first volume of his collected works (p. 401) we find the following pathetic description of the e"xile who is forced to waste the best- years of his life in." a foreign country :— "Oh! you whom happiness has rendered selfish, you who have never suffered the tortures of exile, you believe that it is but a light pain to deprive men of their country ! Be sure of it, exile, is a oontined martyrdom—it is death, but not the glorious and brilliant death of those who fall for their native land—not the calmer death of those, whose life passes away amid the charms of the domestic hearth —hut a consuming death, slow and hideous, which wastes you silently, and leads you noiselessly and without effort to a lonely tomb. When you are in exile the very air that encompasses stifles you, and you only live on the faint breath which reaches you from the distant shore of the land of your birth. A' stranger to your countrymen, who have forgotten you—ever a stranger among those with whom you live—you are like a plant brought from a distant clime to vegetate for want of a spot of earth to take root in. The I exile may find in a foreign land generous hearts, noble minds, who will constrain themselves to be towards him affable and kind ; but friendship, the harmony of hearts, he finds nowhere, for friendship only reposes on community of sentiments and interests. Even' the kindness of which tbe exile may be the object loses much of its charm in his eyes, because it bears the. character of a service rendered. To be with regard to the exile'as towards every one else, is it not an act of courage ? Exile, real Pariah of modern society, if you wish not your heart to be wrung each instant, you must, as Horace says; wrap yourself up in your own virtue; your breast must be covered with triple brass, and remain inaccessible to the emotions which assail you at every step in life. Never let yourself be *etrayed into an outpouring of the heart, to sympathetic impulses tending to recall you to the memory of your countrymen. You shall be asked insultingly, ' Why do you dare to express an opinion on the affairs of your country; by what right do you presume to weep or to rejoice with your fVllow-citizens?' If you meet in a foreign land one'of yours—that is, one of those men,-the whole- of .whose former career was bound up with your own family, and with whom you had spent the first-years of infancy—check the burst of affection winch impels you towards ;him. Do not hold out your hand to him, for j-ou shall see him fly from you in haste. And, after all, lie"is not wrong—contact with you is contagion. Your embrace is the blast bf tbe desert, which withers all it.touches. If it were known tliat he bad spoken to you, lie'.wouldl be deprived of the bie.d of his children. It" is a crime in the eyes of the great men of the day to know an exi'e ! Do you behold in tire distance that flag with its glorious colors ? Do you hear the echo of the songs of warriors ? Poor wretch'! hasten not to rejoin your brothers. , Rather cause yourself to be bound, like Ulysses, to the mast, for if you prepare to partake their danger you shall be told, *We have no need of the blob'd of one like you.' If a public calamity afflicts your fellow-citizens; if, to alleviate misfortune, the gift of the rich and the' mite of the" poor are received, do not offer them the fruit of your savings, for you shall be told, 'We cannot touch the obolus of an exile.V Be cautious about every step you move, about every word you utter. Keep down the sigh that breaks from your bosom, for there are men paid expressly to misrepresent your actions, to misinterpret your words, and to torture into meaning your very sobs. If you are calumniated, make i no reply. If. you are insulted keep silent, fertile'organs of publicity are closed against you. The remonstrances of, the banished men are not received by them. The lot of the exiles is to be calumniated without replying—to suffer . without complaining—a/id for him justice does not exist. Happy are those whose life flows on among their fellow-citizens, and who, after having served their country with glory, die near the cradle which has witnessed their birth.- But woe to those who, tossed on the billows of misfortune, are condemned to the life of the wanderer—without consolation, without charm, without an object: and who, intruders everywhere, die in a foreign land, with not one friend to weep upon their tomb!"

Such words, coming from such a quarter, ought to make the'terrible Imperialist, the Pays, a little more merciful arid tolerant towards those who are forced to eat the bitter bread of exile.

■ The war.steamer Victoria is at present engaged in surveying the coast between 'Cape Otway and King's Island for the submarine telegraph.

A fright ful case of suicide occurred at Ararat, Victoria, a. few days since. The deceased was a Mrs. Mary Ciain, the wifeof a medical man practising in that township. From the evidence adduced at the inquest it appears that Dr. Cram had left his wife, promising to return on a certain day, instead of which he wrote her a letter, stating his determination to leave ber for ever. Within half an hour of the receipt of this announcement the unfortunate creature destroyed herself by firing a pistol, the muzzle of which she placed in her mouth, shattering away the roof of her head. A verdict to the effect that she had taken her life while laboring under temporary- insanity was returned. The deceased was only 25 years of age, and had only been married about sixteen months, Previbus to ber marriage she had made an attempt to cut her throat.

A complimentary dinner was given by the Sandridge people to Mr. W. Nicholson on the 6th instant; to solace him for his recent rejection by the. electors of South Melbourne.

The Melbourne Cham her of Commerce has pronounced in favor of a through line via Suez, with a change of steamers at Galle : a memorial to that effect has been presented to Government, Victoria has heen pledged to provide the colonial part of the subsidy.

' A Desprbate RcrFrrAN-l—The Times correspondent at New York, mentions, in a recent letter, an instance" of criminal desperation that had occurred at the Penitentiary, at Alton, which is almost without .si parallel. It appears that a convict, named Hall, who was serving out his second term, watched his opportunity shortly after break--fast, and when no other guard was in theJiali surround ing the cells, except Crabby a turnkey; knocked him down and stunned him by a severe blow on the head, then dragged him into one of the lower cells, tied his hands behind his back, fastened the cell door by means of a stick pf timber previously put in the cell by some con federate j then drew a huge knife from his bosom, assisted Crabb to rise, put him against the doOr, and threatened him with death unless he were allowed to go at liberty. This most daring attempt was was soon known, and promptly brought Colonel Buckmaster, the Governor, and his "guards to the spot. The convict threatened Crabb with instant death if any attempt was made upon the door, holding his knife within a couple of inches of his breast. For upwards of an hour Colonel Buckmaster and his guards watched an opportunity to shoot Hall, but, there being but one opening iri the door, and that quite small, he kept Crabb constantly between him and the opening, so that he could only be reached through his body. Thus matters continued until noon, when Crabb made some effort to open the door, but was immediately cut severely in the hand by the convict. During the day the convict stated his terms of submission to be a revolver, loaded by himself, a full suit of citizen's dress, 100 dollars in money, and to be driven out of town in a close carriage, accompanied by Crabb, to such a place as he should designate, all of which were of course inadmissible. In the meantime, however, Colonel Buckmaster procured a pardon from the Government, ■ toJ-be used at his discretion. All day the guards were on the watch to shoot rthe scoundrel," but as he had positively declared he would kill Crabb if he was not instantly killed himself, great care had to be taken for tear he might put his threat into execution. About 11 o'clock at night one of the guards got a shot at him, but averted his fire upon a change of position, for fear of shooting Crabb. The door entrance -to the ceil was very narrow, the door of plate iron, with a small granting at the top for ventilation^ . The door opened inward, and was very strongly fastened; During the day great fears were entertained that he would kill the guard, and for fear of that active operations were not pushed forward. In the evening everything was done which could be done consistently with Crabb's safety. No chance would the convict give for any injury to himself, as he either studiously kept' the guard between him and the grating, or lay down against the door and out of reach of a shot. He professed to have no ill-feel-ing to Crabb. Everything was done during the night to surprise the convict into a capture, but he was vigilant, and amused himself from time to time by pricking his victim with the point of his knife. At nine o'clock on the following morning Mr. Rutherford, the State superintendent, and Colonel Buckmaster undertook to get into the cell of the prisoner by stratagem. Breakfast was set at the cell door in vessels of larger size than ordinary, but the convict refused to open the door until the hall was cleared, which after a brief consultation was done. Thegovernor, superintendent, and guard were on each side of the cell, but out of sight and motionless. ! The convict slowly opened the door nearly enough to admit the food, when a crowbar-was instantly, inserted. Thegovernor cried out to Crabb,to fight for his life. He accordingly sprang at the opening of the door, arid at length dragged himself through, but not before he was stabbed, by the convict nine times, seven times in the back and twice on the arms. When the poor victim was dragged out the convict barred the door again, arid refused to yield. He was then given a few minutes for reflection, and was, after tn rich dodging and effort to get out of the reach of the fire, shot by the Governor. The ball struck his skull just below the left ear, and glancing around, lodged under the skull. He fell instantly, and was dragged out of the cell, and was thought to be dead, but soon recovered, and talked as sensibly as any man could under the circumstances. After the convict was taken out of the cell, his knife, about eight inches long, with a double edgej was found in the cell, and "~bh: his person, was found also another large knife, with a blade four inches long. Crabb, the wounded guard, was immediately taken to,the hospital, and his'wounds were examined and dressed. The convict was laid on a mattress in the prison hall, but did jiot long survive. Masonry.—The secrets of masonry are the great truths to the world, the unwritten laws of the social circle. The neophyte is taught these in his first steps,' and led to suppose that £/«■ secret has yet to be revealed. It is only when he has achieved the higher degrees that he finds that the secret has always been behind him. The truth's of masonry are not sectarian, and no man believing himself a special favorite of heaven, commissioned to punish those who differ from him, ought to join the order.. A good mason ; cannot be a bigot. Females. have been masons, or at least one —the Hon. Miss E. St. Leger is known to have been so. 'No solicitation to persons to become members of a lodge is -legitimate. The lodge is understood to grant occasional relief, but is not to be, relied upon for life assurance purposes, or for provision in old age, or sickness, as some have erroneously supposed.— The Guide.

An ■ Organic Difficulty.—A parish in the west part of - England, after much effort, lately purchased a self-acting organ, warranted to play twenty tunes, and a larger congregation than usual met to inaugurate it. The first psalm had been successfully brought to an end, when', after, a short pause, the organ chose to commence psalm No. 2. In vain the officiating person endeavored to stop it—in vain the churchwardens left their pews to stifle its noise; still the organ, as though uncontrollably pleased with its own execution, kept on with the new air. What was to be done? The service was suspended in the hope. that tlie musical stranger might be content when the second tune was played out. Vain expectation! ,It commenced No. 3! and nothing remained • but to carry the indefatigable instrument into the churchyard, and there to cover it with the vestry carpet to choke its voice, for on and on it went, until tune No. 20 had been played out, much to the edification of the less at tent iye part of the. congregation, who could hear its only half-smothered melodies.

Ferocious Ravens.—The ravens of the present, day are tame birds compared with their ancestors, if we may judge by the following paragraph, taken from the Stamford Mercury of December 25, 1766:—"A blacksmith tit. Bridgewater, named Dudridge, went out a shooting, arid a flight of ravens passing over his head, he fired at them and shot two. This act so irritated the restthat they- descended upon him, and with their claws; and bills so mangled his head and face that he died in a few days."— 'United Service Gazette. -7 Parental Defects.—lt is difficult to say wliich is the greatest defect in a parent—strictness and .firmness in his family without feeling and affection, or feeling and affection without strictness and firmness.- Under the one bad system the children are apt -to become slaves or hypocrites; under the other tyrants or rebels. But true love is always firm, and true firmness is always love.— United Service Gazette.

New Invention.—-Mr. Thomas Green, of Leeds, has patented a machine which is designated a " Lawn Cutter." The machine consists of several wheels, two of which turn a roller, on whioh are fixed some twisted scoops, which catch up as it were, the grass, bring it into contact with a sharp cutter, and then turn it' over into' a box attached to one end of the machine. The lawn is thus kept as smooth as a carpet, and the inachine is so portable and easily worked, that two young ladies in a morning stroll could perform pleasantly the labor of twice as many haymakers. An association has been formed for promoting the amalgamation of all Druids in England, Ame° rica, and Australia. It is proposed to re-unite them into one grand order, so that a member may find himself, as it were, at home, wherever his order chances to have a lodge. The Falkirk Herald reports the death of a veteran,. Day id Richardson, of the 21st Scots Fusiliers, "who had the honor of teaching Sir Colin Campbell, the use of the sword."

Capital-.Punishment—lt. has .been*said";.the worst use to which a' man can be put is to hang him. Yet" tin's is done throughout' the British Empire, where culprits convicted of heinous crime are left to {heir fate. It is doubted if men have a right to inflict a penalty on their fellow-mortal which is irreparable; to take that .which they cannot give—life. Unjust and even prolonged incarceration and physical suffering may be compensated", but lite cannot be restored, although the innocence of the victim may be conclusively established. It is not to be denied that many have passed out of this world, by the hands of the public executioner who were guiltless of the crime laid to their charge. History furnishes several very affecting cases of this sort, and judicial records could reveal more. It is not absolutely necessary for the safety of society that even murderers should be put out of existence. We subjoin the code of Mr..Livingstone's for the State of Louisiana, to show that there is a punishment worse-than death for murderers, while space remains for repentance. It has been in force for thirty years, arid has been found quite efficient:—" Murderers shall be strictly confined to their respective cells and adjoining courts, in which last they may be permitted to labor, except for two months consecutively in every year, commencing on the anniversary of their crime, during which period they shall only come into the court during the time necessary to cleanse the cell; and on the anniversary of the commission of their crime, the convict shall have no allowance of food for twenty-four hours, during which fast he shall receive the visit of the chaplain, who shall endeavor by exhortation and prayer to bring him-to repentance. Murderers shall receive no visits, except from,inspectors, the wardens, officers,- and attendants of the prison, and from those who are constituted visitors of the prison. They shall have no books but selections from the Bible and such other books of religion .-.and morality as" the chaplain shall deerii -'plfopeY to produce repentance and fix reliance on a future state. The fast shall not be suffered when the physican shall certify that it will be dangerous to the health of the convicts The convicts who have not learned to read may be instructed by the teacher. No murderers shall have,any communication with other persons^ out of the prison than the inspectors and visitors; they are considered dead to the rest of the world. The cells of murderers shall be painted black within and without, and on the outside there shall be inscribed, in large letters, the following .sentence:—' In this cell is confined/ to pa3s his life in solitude, and sorrow, A.B. convicted of the murder of C.\D; His drink . is" water,' mingled with his tears; he. is dead to the world; this cell is his grave ; his existence is prolonged that ho may remember 7 his crime and repent of;it, and that the continuance of- his punishment may deter others from the indulgence ;of. avarice, hatred,: sensuality,/ and the passions which led to the crimebehas committed.' When the Almighty,, in his due time, shall exercise towards him that dispensation which he himself arrogantly and wickedly usurped towards another, his ; body is : to be dissected, and bis soul will abide that judgment which Divine justice shall decree.' "-•••- Abyssinia.—We have been favoured with a letter from Abyssinia, giving aninteresting account of events which have, lately, transpired In that country.. It appears that for the last eighteen months there has been going on in that quarter of tlie vast continent of Africa,- a succession of hard fought battles, which have, resulted in the conquest by the army of the Christian Emperor Theodoras, of the kingdom of Shoa, and of the countries of Boaheet, Worro, Hairriano, and Hollo Gallis. The hitherto considered impregnable mountain fortresses of Mohha and Geshen have likewise fallen to the indomitable valor of the troops of the abovenamed potentate. '■ Curious to relate, most forward and conspicuous in the Emperor's army, has been a gallant and daring young Englishman, who by remarkable bravery and talent in the art of war has so ingratiated himself in the good graces of the Emperor, as to be raised to the high position of Likamaquass, a rank equivalent to that of Field Marshal, or Generalissimo, in the armies of Europe. The name of this young Englishman is John Bell. He formed one of Colonel Chesney's party to the Euphrates. His Majesty is .now . making S reparations to proceed against the chief Agow » Feegoose, who at present rules tlie important province- of Tegrey, and. by the successful conclusion of this campaign, he will have completed the conquest of the whole of Abyssinia. When this event shall have been brought about, his Majesty, it is said, Will despatch John Bell, or Likamaquass Johannes, as he is now called,- on a special embassy to the Queen of-England, accompanied by a number of native chiefs, whose swarthy appearance, in their Roman tunics, coats of mail, and helmets, with their shields and spears, will doubtless attract even greater interest in England; than the Envoys from the court of Siam. The Emperor is doing all in his power to put down the slave trade by Mahpmedans. -He does not however discourage the purchase by Christians of human being brought from the interior. These can be obtained at the low price of from twenty to thirty-five shillings each; but they are not allowed to be resold to MahomedansV On entering the households of the Christians, the pagans are" christened and legitimated as one of thefamily/ and are in no way considered as slaves.— Malta Times. The American Telegraph Company now sends despatches from both ends of the line and simultaneously, by a single wire, .the electric Currents meeting arid crossing, but causing no irregularity. The ordinary cells of the Grove battery are used. This is the invention of a Mr. Hughes.-— Tho Builder. '•■••.- The citizens of Adelaide have decisively rejected a proposition for building a city hall and corporation premises. ,■.•/; A man has invented a chair for hot weather, by which the person who occupies it is refreshed by an artificial breeze, produced by two or three pan* of side 'bellows.— American Paper. • The Royal Literary Fund is now pursuing its benevolent and useful labors with most praiseworthy avidity. Twenty-four indigent authors were relieved at the last meeting. .:,■:.., A great commotion has been excited at Bedford' in consequence of a temperance orator in London , having said the town was notorious for drunkenness. The Mayor and authorites have taken action to obtain an explanation Many Christians are like chesnuts—very pleasant nuts, but enclosed in very prickly burs, which need various dealings of Nature, and her grip of frost, before the kernel is disclosed.— Henry Ward Beecher. It is said that the Government has paid Mr. Rarey £5000 for the use of his secret for training horses, and that a number of men are beiug instructed for service in India. According to the latest Parisian fashions, the diameter of the ladies' dresses, taken horizontally, at tbe bottom of the skirt, is exactly the same dimensions as the height of the wearer, " as broad as it's long!" < • An autograph Signature of Shakspeare, affixed to the mortgage deed of a house iv Blackfriars, dated March 11, 1612-13, said to be the finest specimen known, was lately sold by auction by Messrs. Sotheby and Wilkinson for £315. It was purchased by Mr. Boone for the British Museum. A new system of book-keeping is in course of introduction at the outports, which promises to effect great economy of time and moneys | Mr. Faraday is now said to have fully succeeded in his long-practised series of experiments for producing pure glass for optical purposes. The sword-guard and other relics of LaPerouse, the celebrated French navigator, have been recently presented to the museum of the United Service Club. ",' _ ' ~- . Most of the London theatres are to undergo an immediate inspection for the purpose of ascertaining their solidity, and the number of persons each will accommodate. Lord John Manners declines to change the name of the new Westminster bridge to Sebastopool bridge. The time it past for such a"nomenclature, and the present name .was most appropriate, as Westminster was the city in which were situated the Houses of Legislature. Sir Robert Peel has purchased a beautiful property on the Lake of Geneva^ and will receive.tho rights of Helvetic citizenship.

REVERIES OF JOHN JONES THE ELDER. No. 11. ' I DON'T know how it is that I have taken such a liking to Mr. Littlebud. Perhaps it is that we have an individuality of interest. Yesterday evening, after I had left the office, I hastened home and built a cozy fire in my grate. It was not very cold; but somehow I wanted a companion, and the cheerful blaze seemed to shine intelligently upon me. When I saw its beams flickering upon my bare walls, I was struck with a very singular idea. There was a kind of familiar smile in the fire-light. It looked down upon me from the wall, and as I turned in surprise to gaze upon it, it instantly shifted its position. When the embers burned low, the reflection seemed to ascend, and I could almost aver I saw a pale, thin, delicate hand, pointing upward. Even.so, I thought, when life's fire begins to wane, the spirit begins to soar away towards immortality. Involuntarily I threw the window wide open, and looked up, top. There was nothing to be seen but the clear sky, and a few stars trembling with cold. I wished Mr. Littlebud would come in, and, sure enough, there came a soft tap at.my door, and that gentleman made his appearance. "'•« Why, good evening, my friend,'said I; «I was just thinking of you, and lam very glad you have called.' ; The old gentleman returned my salutation kindly, but sadly, and^ took a seat by the smoking embers. I tried to rally him into conversation, but he kept steadily gazing at the fire, and uttered not a word. 'Mr. Littlebud,' I asked, 'what can be the subject of your thoughts, to-night? Have you no gossip—no news to communicate? And why gaze you so steadily at my poor fire?' He motioned me to him, without taking his eyes from the grate. ' ' 'Look at that fire,' he said, speaking very slowly. ' A few minutes since it was blazing cheerfully, and now it is almost out. It is like the fire of life. The blackened ashes will remain for a season, and then the winds will carry them away. So, neighbor Jones, when the fuel of our lives is all burned out, and the dust and the ashes only are left, we too shall be swept away by the rough winds of time, and nothing will remain to tell that we once existed.'

There was something inconceivably sad in this thought. But suddenly a bright idea occurred to me, and 1 spake: 'You forget, Mr. Littlebud, that the ashes of that grate, worthless as it appears, may resuscitate the worn-out soil of some clover-field, and from its bosom may spring blossoms of fragrance and beauty. Even so, when we go away, our good deeds shall take root in the heart of some forlorn one, and spring up in flowers to keep our memorygreen for ever.' 'I cannot dissent from so fair a thought, neighbor Jones,' replied Mr. Littlebud; * and yet it would seem that we are so! humble in our sphere, we can scarcely expect to do much good in this world. Who •wil 1 remember me when I am dead ?'

" 'I will tell you -my friend. When the uidow'Lacy lost her little boy last week, •liid was ready to die of grief, you went and comforted her. I heard you say* Virheer up, widow Lacy; God loved the ohild, and so took it home. The dear y'hrist who said Suffer little children to come unto me, has taken your wee lamb iiito his own fold.' Well,,the poor widow smiled through her tears, and looked so :.> rateful, that I knew even then you had .sown some of the good seed, which springs v..p into everlasting verdure. Ah! he who giveth' a cup of cold water to one of Christ's mourning ones, shall have his reward/ He raised his soft, humid eyes to mine. [ held out my hand. He grasped it, as he exclaimed:

'God bless you, neighbor Jones. You ! i aye taught me a lesson. You have taught ;io anew to trust in Him who khoweth '■yen when a sparrow falleth to the ground, not us praise His name!'

He fell on his knees. Our little attic r.jom suddenly became filled as with a halo .flight and' glory. Soft zephyrs fanned us, as if stirred by the wings of angels. Mr. Littlebud's face shone. He raised hi:? eyes, streaming with joy-drops, to Heaven. 'Blessed be Him who comI'.irteth us?'he whispered fervently. •Amen!' I replied; and 'Amen* was fought up and echoed by a thousand invisible spirits. He rose up, with inspiration on his face. I lis weak, trembling voice broke into song, ..;.•: a little rill breaks into music among the mountains: • There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign, ': ' ' Eternal day excludes the night, And pleasures banish pain. I joined him in the chorus: There shall I bathe my weary soul ' 7ln seas- of heavenlyrest, '' y; And not a wave of trouble roll Across my peaceful breast. Then we talked to each other kind, cornlon ing words, and the hours slipped rapidly !>v till bed-time came. Mr. Littlebud then ! .ri. Ui me an affectionate good-night. After he had departed and I was left quite alone, I got •.thinking--about one who shared my vnuihful joys, but whose name is now carved '.-ii a tombstone. T don't attempt poetry viTV often, but some how I felt a strong' m llaatipn to put my thoughts on paper. II 'ie they are:— *"''.,.' ! -m all alone in my quiet room, And the hours are flying fast, Mv soul, with a listless, aching sigh, Goes back to the misty past; !! dwells on the days when hope was young, And the heart beat fresh and free, U hen it throbbed for a fond and trusting one— Heaven's choicest gift to me. 7 -he was all holy and innocent, —■ Her fringed eye's lustrous hue Hhone out from the depths of a loving heart, All gentle, and kind, and true ; X'en now, when the azure skies are bright, And the night orbs glisten fair, My longing eyes look up to them, And I sea Aer, spirit there I 1 see her now as she used to sit By the brooklet's pebbly brink, .When our hearts were one and our souls were one, ( Tin many a golden link; O the flowers smiled as they bathed their cheeks < .In the depths of the cryßtalstream--.

The flowers are pale, and to me is left But the Bhadow of a dream. She has gone for—aye, her ringing laugh Is hushed in silence deep— She sleepeth in the shadowy land, While I remain to weep! And now, when the stars come out at night To gaze at the sleeping sea, \ I close my eyes and dream of her— Alas! will she dream of me ? Will she dream of me ?—■ the .saintly sweep Of her raiment pure and white, Is beyond the confines of this clay, That chains me to Earth arid Night. But this threadbare garment will soon wear out, And this spirit will cleave the air, And we'll mingle, and live our loves again In a vortex of glory there!