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hintself. He answered, that the sheep were nottion, and antithesis, I bent up each corporal agent his they were young Mr. Thomson's, who had to the terrible feat, and “ would have the honor of left them to his charge ; and he was in search of a waiting upon her ladyship”-in due form. man to drive them, which made him come off his I went : turned my uncle's one-horse chaise into road.

the long old avenue about an hour after the time After this discovery, it was impossible for the specified, and perceived by the lights flashing from poor fellow to get quit of them; so he went down all the windows, and the crash of chairs and carand took possession of the stolen drove once more; riages returning from the door, that the room was carried them on, and disposed of them; and, most punctually full, and the performers most pasfinally, the transaction cost him his life. The dog, torally impatient. The first face I encountered for the last four or five miles that he had brought on my entrance was that of my old friend Villars ;' the sheep, could have no other guide to the road I was delighted to meet him, and expressed my his master had gone but the smell of his pony's astonishment at finding him in a situation for which feet. I appeal to every unprejudiced person if this his inclination, one would have supposed, was so was not as like one of the deil's tricks as an honest little adapted. colley's.

“By Mercury !” he exclaimed, “I am metamorIt is also well known that there was a notorious phosed, fairly metamorphosed, my good Vyvyan ; sheep-stealer in the county of Mid-Lothian, who, I have been detained here three months by a fal had it not been for the skins and sheep's heads, from Sir Peter, and have amused myself most would never have been condemned, as he could, indefatigably by humming tunes and reading newswith the greatest ease, have proved an alibi every papers, winding silk, and guessing conundrums. time on which there were suspicions cherished I have made myself the admiration, the adoration, against him. He always went by one road, call the very worship of all the coteries in the place ; ing on his acquaintances, and taking care to appear am reckoned very clever at cross purposes, and to everybody by whom he was known, while his very apt at 'what's my thought like!' The dog went by another with the stolen sheep ; and 'squires have discovered I can carve, and the mathen, on the two felons meeting again, they had trons hold me indispensable at loo. Come! I am nothing more ado than turn the sheep into an asso- of little service to-night, but my popularity may be ciate's enclosure, in whose house the dog was well of use to you: you don't know a soul!-I thought fed and entertained, and would soon have taken all so ;-read it in your face the moment you came in the fat sheep on the Lothian edges to that house. -never saw such a- -there, Vyvyan, look there! This was likewise a female, a jet-black one, with I will introduce you.” And so saying, my coma deep coat of soft hair, but smooth-headed, and panion half limped, half danced with me up to very strong and handsome in her make. On the Miss Amelia Mesnil, and presented me in due disappearance of her master, she lay about the form. hills and the places where he had frequented ; but When I look back to any particular scene of my she never attempted to steal a drove by herself, nor existence, I can never keep the stage clear of yet anything for her own hand. She was kept a second-rate characters. I never think of Mr. while by a relation of her master's; but, never Kean's Othello without an intrusive reflection acting heartily in his service, soon came to an upon the subject of Mr. Cooper's Cassio ; I never untimely end privately. Of this there is little call to mind a gorgeous scattering forth of roses doubt, although some spread the report that one from Mr. Canning, without a painful idea of some evening, after uttering two or three loud howls, cotemporary effusion of poppies from Mr. Hume. she had vanished !-From such dogs as these, And thus, beautiful Margaret, it is in vain that I good Lord deliver us !

endeavor to separate your fascination from the

group which was collected around you. Perhaps From Knight's Quarterly Magazine.

that dominion, which at this moment I feel almost

revived, recurs more vividly to my imagination MY FIRST FOLLY.

when the forms and figures of all by whom it was (AT THE AGE OF SEVENTEEN.]

contested are associated in its renewal. In all the pride and condescension of an inmate knowledged belle of the county, very stiff and very

First comes Amelia the magnificent, the acof Grosvenor Square, I looked upon Lady Motley's dumb in her unheeded and uncontested supremacy ; " At Home.” “ Yes,” I said, flinging away the and next, the most black-browed of fox-hunters, card with a tragedy twist of the fingers-"yes; Augusta, enumerating the names of her father's I will be there. For one evening I will encounter the tedium and the taste of a village ball. For stud, and dancing as if she imitated them; and one evening I will doom myself to figures that the last month she had endured immense ennui,

then the most accomplished Jane, vowing that for are out of date, and fiddles that are out of tune ; that she thinks Lady Olivia prodigiously fade, that dowagers who make embroidery by wholesale, and her cousin Sophy is quite brillante to-night, and demoiselles who make conquests by profession; that Mr. Peters plays the violin à merveille

. for one evening I will endure the inquiries about

“I am bored, my dear Villars-positively Almack's and St. Paul's, the tales of the wed-bored! the light is bad and the music abominable ! dings that have been and the weddings that are to there is no spring in the boards and less in the be, the round of cartsies in the ball-room, and the conversation; it is a lovely moonlight night, and round of beef at the supper-table ; for one evening there is nothing worth looking at in the room.” I will not complain of the everlasting hostess and the everlasting Boulinger, of the double duty and four people, and was moving off. As I passed to

I shook hands with my friend,

bowed to three or the double bass, of the great heiress, and the great the door, I met two ladies in conversation; “Don't plum-pudding:

you dance any more, Margaret ?'' said one. “O Come on, come all,

no," replied the other, "I am bored, my dear Come dance in Sir Roger's great hall." Louisa-positively bored; the light is bad and the And thus, by dint of civility, indolence, quota- music abominable; there is no spring in the boards

and less in the conversation ; it is a lovely moon- And thy young forehead's clear expanse, light night, and there is nothing worth looking at

Where the locks slept, as through the dance, in the room."

Dreamlike, I saw thee fit,

Are far too warm, and far too fair, I never was distanced in a jest. I put on the To mix with aught of earthly care, look of a ten years' acquaintance, and commenced But the vision shall come when my day is done, parley. “Surely you are not going away yet ;

A frail, and a fair, and a fleeting one! you have not danced with me, Margaret; it is im

And if the many boldly gaze, possible you can be so cruel!” The lady behaved

On that bright brow of thine, with wonderful intrepidity. “She would allow And if thine eye's undying rays, me the honor-but I was very late ;-really, I had

On countless coxcombs shine, not deserved it;'—and so we stood up together.

And if thy wit flings out its mirth,

Which echoes more of air than earth, Are you not very impertinent ?"

For other ears than mine, “ Very'; but you are very handsome. Nay; I heed not this, ye are fickle things, you are not to be angry; it was a fair challenge, And I like your very wanderings; and fairly received."

I gaze, and if thousands share the bliss, " And you will not even ask my pardon?"

Pretty capricious! I heed not this. - No! it is out of my way!

never do those

In sooth, I am a wayward youth, things; it would embarrass me beyond measure.

As fickle as the sea, Pray, let us accomplish an introduction ; not

And very, apt to speak the truth,

Unpleasing though it be ; altogether an usual one ; but that matters little.

I am no lover, yet, as long Vyvyan Joyeuse-rather impertinent, and very As I have heart for jest or song, fortunate-at your service.”

An image, sweet, of thee, Margaret Orleans—very handsome, and rather

Locked in my heart's remotest treasures,

Shall ever be one of its hoarded pleasures; foolish—at your service !”

This from the scoffer thou hast won, Margaret danced like an angel. I knew she And more than this he gives to none. would. I could not conceive by what blindness I had passed four hours without being struck. We “ Are they your own verses ?" said my idol at talked of all things that are, and a few beside the window. She was something of a botanist, so we began • They are yours, Margaret! I was only the with flowers; a digression upon China roses car- versifier; you were the muse herself.” ried us to China— the mandarins with little brains, “ The muse herself is obliged to you. And now and the ladies with little feet—the emperor-the what is your errand? for it grows late, and you Orphan of China—Voltaire-Zayre-criticism— must be sensible—no, that you never will be bat Dr. Johnson—the great bear—the system of Co- you must be aware that this is very indecorous." pernicus-stars-ribbons—garters—the order of “I am come to see you, dear Margaret ;-which the Bath-sea bathing—Dawlish—Sidmouth— I cannot without candles ;—to see you, and to tell Lord Sidmouth-Cicero—Rome—Italy-Alfieri— you, that it is impossible I can forget" Metastasio-fountains-groves-gardens—and so, “Bless me! what a memory you have! But as the dancing concluded, we contrived to end as you must take another opportunity for your tale! we began, with Margaret Orleans and botany.

Margaret talked well on all subjects, and wittily “ Alas! I leave England immediately !" on many. I had expected to find nothing but a A pleasant voyage to you! there, not a word romping girl, somewhat amusing, and very vain. more; I must run down to coffee.” But I was out of my latitude in the first five minutes, “ Now

may I never laugh more,” I said, “ if I and out of my senses in the next. She left the am baffled thus ;" so I strolled back to the front of room very early, and I drove home, more astonished the house and proceeded to reconnoitre. A barthan I had been for many years.

window was half open, and in a small neat drawSeveral weeks passed away, and I was about to ing-room I perceived a group assembled :-an old leave England, to join my sisters on the Continent. lady, with a high muslin cap and red ribbons, was I determined to look once more on that enslaving pouring out the coffee ;-her nephew, a tall awksmile, whose recollection had haunted me more ward young gentleman, sitting on one chair and than once.

I had ascertained that she resided with resting his legs on another, was occupied in the an old lady who took two pupils, and taught French study of Sir Charles Grandison :—and my fair and Italian, and music and manners, at an establish- Margaret was leaning on a sofa, and laughing ment called Vine House. Two days before I left immoderately.--" Indeed, Miss," said the matron, the country, I had been till a late hour shooting at you should learn to govern your mirth ; people a mark with a duelling pistol—an entertainment, of will think you came out of Bedlam." which, perhaps from a lurking presentiment, I was I lifted the window gently, and stept into the very fond. I was returning alone when I per- room. “ Bedlam, madam !" quoth I, "I bring inceived, by the light of an enormous lamp, a board telligence from Bedlam ; I arrived last week. by the way-side bearing the welcome inscrip- The tall awkward young gentleman stared ; and tion, “ Vine House.”_ Enough,” I exclaimed, the aunt half said, half shrieked—“What in the “ enough! one more scene before the curtain drops name of wonder are you?" -Romeo and Juliet by lamplight!”–I roamed “ Mad, madam! very particularly mad! mad as about the dwelling-place of all i held dear, till I a hare in March, or a Cheapside blood on Sunday saw a figure at one of the windows in the back of morning. Look at me! do I not foam ? listen to the house, which it was quite impossible to doubt. me! do I not rave ?-Coffee, my dear madam, cof I leaned against a tree in a sentimental position, fee; there is no animal so thirsty as your madman and began to chant my own rhymes thus :- in the dog-days."

“Eh ! really !” said the tall awkward young Prely coquette, the ceaseless play Orthiae unstudied wit,

gentleman. And thy dark eye's remembered ray

“My good sir," I began ;-but my original inBy buoyant fancy lit,

sanity began to fail me, and I drew forth with upos



Ossian's—"Fly! receive the wind and fly; thel. “Do not talk of him ; I am speaking to you, blasts are in the hollow of my hand, the course of beautiful Margaret, possibly for the last time! the storm is mine!"

Will you ever think of me? perhaps you will. “Eh! really!" said the tall awkward young But let me receive from you some token that I may gentleman.

dote upon in other years; something that may be “I look on the nations and they vanish; my a hope to me in my happiness, and a consolation in nostrils pour the blast of death : I come abroad on calamity. Something

I never could the winds; the tempest is before my face ; but my talk romance ; but give me one lock of your hair, dwelling is calm, above the clouds; the fields of and I will leave England with resignation." my rest are pleasant."

“ You have earned it like a true knight,” said “ Do you mean to insult us?” said the old Margaret; and she severed from her head a long lady.

glossy ringlet. “Look,” she continued, “

you Ay! do you mean to insult my aunt?—really!” must to horse ; the country has risen for your appresaid the tall awkward young gentleman.

hension." I turned towards the window. The “I shall call in my servants," said the old lady. country had indeed risen. Nothing was to be seen “ I am the humblest of them,” said I, bowing. but gossoons in the van, and gossips in the rear,

" I shall teach you a different tune," said the tall red faces and white jackets, gallants in smock awkward young gentleman,“ really!”

frocks, and gay damsels in grogram. Bludgeons • Very well, my dear sir; my instrument is the were waving, and torches were flashing, as far as barrel organ; and I cocked my sweet little pocket the gaze couid reach. All the chivalry of the place companion in his face,“ Vanish, little Kastril; for was arming and chafing, and loading for a volley by Hannibal, Heliogabalus, and Holophernes, time of pebbles and oaths together. is valuable ; madness is precipitate, and hair-trig- I kneeled down and kissed her hand. It was the gers is the word : vanish?"

happiest moment of my life!“ Now," said I, “Eh! really !” said the tall awkward young au revoir, my sweet Margaret,” and in a moment gentleman, and performed an entrechat which car. I was in the lane. ried him to the door ; the old lady had disappeared This was my first folly. I looked at the lock of at the first note of the barrel organ. I locked the hair often, but I never saw Margaret again. She door, and found Margaret in a paroxysm of laughter. has become the wife of a young clergyman, and “I wish you had shot him,” she said, when she resides with him on a small living in Staffordshire. recovered, “I wish you had shot him : he is a sad I believe she is very happy, and I have forgotten fool."

the color of her eyes.

From the Newark Daily Advertiser.

I have found a vein of gold,
By the valley green and old ;
Where the summer smileth ever,

And the floweret dieth never ;
Where the sun is flinging glistening
Mantles on the hill-tops, listening

Late I stood,
By the rustling, delicate fountain,
Weeping from the gray old mountain

Tears of blood,
As the red rays tinged their glowing
Drops, adown the rough rocks flowing ;

So, while listening
There, I found a vein of gold.
Not in earth's deep bosom sleeping,
Through her sluggish arteries creeping,

In her heart its tapers burning,

In her gloom its charms inurning ;
Not with knife, and spade, and ladle,
Not with miner's pick and cradle,
Did I find this treasure golden,
By the valley green and olden.
In a simple cottage maiden,
With a soft fleeced lambkin laden,

And bare feet
Gleaming on the carpet glossy,
With the fresh young grass—her flossy
Yellow curls, by zephyrs lifted,
Shone like sparkling amber, drifted
From the Baltic, on its snow-white
Banks, that glitter by the moonlight.

In that sweet,
Gentle, loving, happy creature,
Angel-like in form and feature,
I have found a vein of gold.


Through her eyes my soul went glancing,
While the fringed sprites were dancing,

Brightly beaming ;
Many a nook I searched, till 'minded
They who dare the sun are blinded

By his gleaming.
0! a heart, so rich in holy
Love and sweet devotion, lowly
As a little child, that met
My spirit eyes! could I forget

Its gentle charms ?
No! I sought, and soon I brought her
To my home beside the water,

And my arms
Daily clasp that guileless creature,
Angel-like in form and feature.

Still, when old,
Dimmed by sorrow, or unkindness,
Mute with grief, or touched with blindness,

She shall be my vein of gold.
Washington City, D.'c.

From the Missionary.
A person in the streets of Reggio, with his back to the
rising sun, and his face toward the Straits of Messina,
sees columns, arches, castles, palaces, villages with trees,
plains with flocks and herds, armies of horses and foot,
passing in rapid succession. When the air is hazy, they
are all vividly colored.-Brewster's Optics.
From Reggio's streets, when the traveller's eye

Turns to Messina's waves of glass,
The towers and trees, that behind him lie,

In loveliest colors, before him pass.
So from the heights of a green old age,

When we turn to the past, in its haze of tears,
We see, in its clear, recording page,

The vanishing visions of life's young years. Burlington College, Nov. 29, 1849. D.

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JOHN MILLS, THE MORMON-HIS FIGHT WITH | deed, there was little space allowed for preparaCOL. TURK.

tion. In a few moments a mob numbering hun

dreds had surrounded the building, and the muzWhen the Mormons settled in Missouri, in 1833, zles of fifty cocked guns and pistols were thrust an enthusiastic young man named Mills was their through the doors and windows. Still none within most popular and admired preacher. Indeed, so lifted a finger in defence—fear seemed to have great was his fame, that, whenever he held meet- turned them into stone. Persecution had not yet ings, a crowd of the saints were sure to be present. hardened the "Latter Day Saints” into veterans,

A strong and violent mob of Lynchers was about and the since famous “ Mormon gion" existed this time organized to put down the Mormons, then only in the imagination of the Prophet. under the command of Col. Turk—one of the most Presently the Lynchers, headed by the all-dreaded desperately dangerous men that Missouri, or, in and gigantic Col. Turk, rushed in, and began to truth, any other country, every produced. Some beat the people with the iron ramrods of their guns, of the Mormons were tarred and feathered, some with very little distinction of mercy as to age or were scourged with long, knotty hickories, till they sex. The cries of the poor sufferers swelled to a fainted from the excess of torture and the loss of wail wilder than the howling of the wind without. blood; others were forcibly deprived of their prop- At length Col. Turk roarederty, and reduced in a day to the condition of “ Turn out the women and seize the men, and beggars ; while others still shared a doom of more let us have the hickory switches and the tar and mercy, and were shot down on the prairies like so feathers.” many wolves. At last Turk resolved to take some And the drunken men shouted, and hastened 10 of the conceit out of the young preacher, Mills, and execute the brutal mandate. he gave notice to his men accordingly.

Up to this time young Mills had continued standIt was a dreadful cold night in mid winter, 1833 ; ing with the Bible of their prophet in his hand, although the sky was cloudless and the full moon but unearthly pale and strangely excited, his teeth shone out in all her splendor, the earth lay, in all clenched and his bright eyes swimming in a halo that pearly radiance, chill and dreary as a frozen of fire. Suddenly he made a bound for an adjatomb ; for a thick sheet of snow crusted its sur- cent window, and notwithstanding more than face, and the north wind howled over it a dismal twenty endeavored to seize him, he effected his dirge. It was a night to drive even thieves and escape from the house. outlaws into barns and stables for shelter, and to " Chase him-shoot him—take him alive or keep honest people by the blaze of their own roar- dead!” cried Turk, in a transport of rage, setting ing hearths.

the example by commencing the pursuit himself. And yet, strange to say, in a large log cabin, The flight of Mills was directed in a straight line within three hundred yards of the Missouri river, for the river, and his marvellous agility, added to then frozen from shore to shore, at least one hun- the start he had first got, soon placed him some disdred people were assembled to hold a religious tance ahead. They fired both rifles and shot guns meeting. They were Mormons, you may be sure. at him as he ran, but happily without effect. No fanatics of an old faith would have turned out When he came to the river side, he stooped down, such a night; they must be fresh zealots, with and hastily fastened on a pair of skates which he some new idea but at its birth in their hearts, and had carried in his pocket for the last few days, to flaming like a meteor in their imaginations, or they be ready for any emergency; and then taking the never could have ventured to face such an icy blast ice, skimmed over the frozen stream with the swiftas that. The congregation included men and wo- ness of the wind. men in out equal numbers, and many of the for “Has nobody a pair of skates ?" shouted Turk, mer carried rifles, which they grasped with one striking his forehead with a gesture of wrath and hand even when kneeling down in prayer—such vexation. was the imminence of peril, either real or imagined, “I have,” said one,“ but I shall certainly not they deemed pending over them.

try them on the ice such a night as this !” The preacher, the enthusiast Mills, had advanced “ Be quick-give them to me!" exclaimed Turk, to a thrilling head of his eloquent discourse, and in a tone of fiery impatience. was painting in thrilling language the bitter perse- The skates were produced ; the eager colonel cution which has ever followed the footsteps of all tied them on ; and swearing a dreadful oath that great reformers, since the beginning of time. he would bring back the preacher's scalp or leave Never before had he been half so animated or half his own, he began the perilous chase. Oh! there so affecting. His blue eye gleamed like a star-is no daring like that inspired by passion for rehis voice pealed like a trumpet, shrill as the wind venge! which whistled over the house-top; and his beard- In the mean while, Mills had approached the furless lip seemed literally loaded with music. Tears, ther shore, when he discovered the startling appagroans, and wild shrieks, from the audience, proved rition of armed men on the bank. He knew at a the despotic power of his eloquence.

glance what it meant. The mob, to prevent any Suddenly three rifles exploded in quick succes of the Mormons from escaping, had stationed a guard sion before the door, and three sentinels, shaking beyond the river. He instantly turned his course with terror, rushed into the room, crying out, down the stream, when a whole platoon let off their “ The mob! the mob!—Save yourselves from Colo- rifles, but the distance was too considerable. A nel Turk's mob!”

hail of bullets rattled around him on the ice withNo person can depict the scene of dismay and out injury. confusion that ensued. The females screamed “I will foil the fiends yet,” he said to himself, aloud, as if all hope had departed. Several of the and put forth all his speed. Mills flew away, men sprang out of the windows, as if pursued when he became conscious that some one was by a legion of devils, while most of those that re- pursuing him. He slacked his velocity, and grad mained appeared stupefied and totally powerless ually wheeled about to take a view of his enemy. either to escape or make ready for resistance. In- But the latter was still too remote for an accurate survey, and the Mormon uttered aloud a mad companies are started, and controversies are fluently prayer—“God grant me that it be Colonel Turk, engaged in, for the purpose of answering the des and I am willing to die !"

perate demand. One party is for exhausting the On rushed the pursuer-on, still on, like an Thames a little more by robbing the hoary father avalanche. The noise of the iron skates could of rivers of the purest of his waters at Henly; be heard above the roar of the northern blast, another is for draining the Wardle or the Lea ; and his dark form loomed in the glittering moon- and a third set of advocates are strongly in favor of beams, large in stature as a giant. As he drew Artesian wells. nearer, the young preacher smiled venomously. About these last much misapprehension exists ; He recognized the arch-persecutor, Col. Turk, and the opinion of so eminent a geologist and and he laughed outright, à laugh that rung over hydrographer as Dean Buckland is of value not the frozen river like the wild scoff of some de- only to those who take a side in the dispute, but to mon, when he saw the other unsheath his gleam- those who are interested in the general subject of ing knife. Mills then immediately pulled his own Artesian wells. At a recent meeting of the Infrom its scabbard, and started off, to avoid the stitute of British Architects, the doctor denied a coming shock, which might otherwise prove fatal, statement which had been put forth, that sufficient by the mere force of the collision, to both. water might be obtained in the metropolis by Arte

And then began a series of rapid and cunning sian wells to afford an' ample supply to ten such evolutions to secure the advantage of this new cities as London. He would venture to affirm, mode of combat, the most terrific ever conceived. that though there were from 250 to 300 so-called They marked the smooth surface of the ice with Artesian wells in the metropolis, there was not one circles, ellipses, angles, squares, parallelograms, real Artesian well within three miles of St. Paul's. and almost every possible figure of plane geome- An Artesian well was a well that was always overtry; but each seemed a perfect skater, and could flowing, either from its natural source, or from an not find the other at fault, or take him unprepared. artificial tube ; and when the overflowing ceased, They passed rapidly within three feet of each it was no longer an Artesian well. Twenty or other, and made quick thrusts which pierced to thirty years ago there were many Artesian wells in the bone. And still the cold grew more intense, the neighborhood of the metropolis-namely, in and the wrathful wind howled on, while their the gardens of the Horticultural Society, in the manæuvres and flights somehow carried them fur- gardens of the Bishop of London at Fulham, and in ther down the river, where the crusted ice was Brentford and its vicinity; but the wells which were thinner, and cracked fearfully beneath their tread. now made by boring through the London clay were

Finally, the Mormon took the desperate resolve merely common wells. He had heard it said that to terminate the strife by sacrificing his own life Artesian wells might be made in any part of Lonto make sure of that of his foe at the same time. don, because there was a supply of water which In the following rush he no longer turned aside to would rise of its own accord; but he could state avoid a direct collision, but frustrated the attempt with regard to the water obtained to supply the of the Lyncher to that end by slightly swerving fountains in Trafalgar Square, that it did not rise from a right line.

within forty feet of the surface—it was pumped up They met at full speed, and the shock was like by means of a steam-engine. No less than £18,that of adverse comets. At the moment of their 000 had been spent upon an Artesian well which fall, the quaking ice split beneath their weight had been made on Southampton common, but the with a deafening roar, and the wild water, boil- water never had risen within eighty feet of the suring and hissing like a hell, swallowed them for- face, and never would rise any higher. The supever—the persecutor and the victim, both victims ply of water formerly obtained from the so-called

Artesian wells in London had been greatly diminBut the river still rolled on its way to the sea; ished by the sinking of new wells. Many of the the stars shone as bright and beautiful as of old large brewers in the metropolis who obtained water in the morning of creation, when the angels of from these wells had been greatly inconvenienced God chanted their birth song; and the wrathful by the failure of the supply; and he had received a wind of winter howled on over the icy grave of the letter from a gentleman connected with a brewer's enemies now no more.— Williamsburgh Times. establishment, stating that the water in their well

was now 188 feet below the surface, while a short

time ago it used to rise to within 95 feet. Indeed, Dr. BUCKLAND ON ARTESIAN WELLS.- London the large brewers were actually on the point of thirsts for water. She is at present the victim of bankruptcy with regard to a supply of water. seven monopolist water-companies, who only sup- A gentleman present corroborated the Rev. Dean ply the element to 200,000 out of the 270,000 by stating that certain London brewers, who obhouses of which she is said to consist. Nor is the tained their supplies of water from what are called fluid so supplied either of the best or the cheapest. Artesian wells, had been forced into a mutual agree After it is drawn from the filthy Thames, it is so ment not to brew on the same days, in order that infiltered and purified” that it becomes flat and each might have a sufficient supply of water. exhausted, which, with temperance communities- The single example cited by Dr. Buckland as who are as critical about their water as gourmets to the expense of these wells can be extensively are respecting wines—is a serious evil. Even for supported. One lately sunk opposite the fashionan ordinary supply of this, a small house of £50 a able church of St. James has cost, first and last, year rent has to pay about four guineas per annum. not far short of £20,000; and another, in which The New River is the only other source of supply; the Hampstead Water-Company have already, it and it is not every London parish that can boast of may be said, literally sunk £14,000, at Highgate, a single pump.

has as yet made no sign, not a drop of water having In this truly tantalizing condition, the Londoners been yet obtained. These facts may serve to modare at last opening their parched throats to emiterate the exhortations of the more ardent advo cries for “more water!" "Plans are propounded, cates of Artesian wells.-Chambers.


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