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little consideration was shown him, or rather start from a house where all the party he was pushed and thrust about in a way assemble, the gentlemen driving themselves, which was indecent, if not disgusting, what- and each family taking some provisions with ever might have been his crimes. Some lit-them. After about an hour and three-quartle difficulty occurred in placing his head ters' drive the whole caravan arrives at the conveniently under the axe, from a recoiling house of a starosto (president) of the workmotion of the prisoner. He was certainly people employed by the foreign commercial the least brave of the three. The execu- houses in Russia. The starosto is usually a tioner having rolled his body into the larger wealthy man, and mostly looked up to by basket with the others, took up that contain- his neighbors, as he has by some most exing the three heads, which having emptied traordinary means acquired some few townupon the bodies, he gave the bottom of the ish manners, which suit his country appearbasket a jocular tap, which, being accom- ance as much as glazed boots, and a polka panied with a lifting of his foot behind, and tie would suit the true English country probably some funny and seasonable obser- farmer. vation, created a good deal of merriment After their having warmed themselves amongst the spectators.

| before a good hot Russian stove, the party The guillotine is apparently the most begin operations by getting the sledges merciful, but certainly the most terrible to ready, and ascending the ice-hills. The hills witness, of any form of execution in civilized are made of a wooden scaffold, covered with Europe. The fatal chop, the raw neck, the huge bits of ice, all of an equal size, placed spouting blood, are very shocking to the side by side so as to fit closely together. feelings, and demoralizing; as such exhibi- By being constantly watered they gradually tions cannot fail to generate a spirit of fero- become one solid mass as smooth as a mircity and a love of bloodshed amongst those ror. The hill, which usually is of a conwho witness them. It was not uncommon siderable height, and rather sloping, ends in at this period in Paris to execute sheep and a long narrow plain of ice called the run, calves with the guillotine; and fathers of which is just broad enough for three narrow families would pay a small sum to obtain sledges to pass each other, and long enough such a gratifying show for their children. to carry you to the foot of a second hill. In such a taste may we not trace the old! The sledges are usually of iron, long and leaven of the first Revolution, and the germ narrow, and covered by cushions, often emof future ones ?

broidered by the fair hand of a lady. They The fate of poor Dr. Guillotin was a sin- are low, and so constructed that they can gular one. He lived to see the machine hold one or two persons as the case may be. which he had invented, from feelings of pure Both the run and the hill are bordered by philanthropy, made the instrument of the fir-trees on each side, and on such evening most horrible butcheries, the aptness of the parties are illuminated with Chinese lamps invention notoriously increasing the number placed between the branches of the trees. of the victims who fell by it; and he died in Fancy yourself on the top of the hill looking extreme old age, with the bitter reflection down this illuminated avenue of firs, which that his name would be handed down to is reflected in the mirror of the ice, as if posterity, in connection with the most detes- determining to outshine the lights on the table ferocities which have ever stained the clear sky, and the gay laughing crowds annals of mankind.

moving up and down the hills, and you have before you the finest and most perfect pic

ture of sorrowless enjoyment as a striking From “ Bentley's Miscellany."

contrast to the lifeless nature surrounding

it. The briskness of the movement, and the AN ICE-HILL PARTY IN RUSSIA.

many accidents bappening to the clumsy The reader, I hope, will have no objection members of the party, keep up the exciteto quit his comfortable fireside, put on his ment, whilst the contest of young men to furs and accompany me to a sledge, or ice- obtain this or the other lady for their parthill party.

ner on their down-hill journey, (not in life,) An army of about ten or fifteen sledges, never allows the conversation or the laugh

to flag for one moment. I remember once perchance she is so much engaged in congetting into what school-boys would call an versation with their more fortunate rival awful scrape with one of the ice-bill heroes. that she cannot even give them a grateful We both started together from the second smile for their trouble. Now the ladies adhill on a race, and I, having a faster sledge, journ, and the field of action is left to the overtook him by the length of my convey gentlemen. All restraint seems to have ance, and arrived at the top of the bill before gone. The clatter of knives, the jingling him. Seeing that the belle of the evening of glasses, the hubbub of voices, all this was disengaged, I approached her with all makes such a chaos of strange and mystethe formality with which the newly admit- rious noises, that it has quite a deafening ted youth requests the queen of a ball-room effect. At last a cry of order is heard from for the pleasure and honor to dance a the top of the table. One of the directors polka with her, and asked her to go down. of the party, after having requested the Forgetting a previous appointment with my audience to fill their glasses, in flower y former antagonist, she accepted my offer, language proposes the health of the ladies, and the latter just arrived in time to see us which of course, is drunk with tremendous start from the hill. In his rage he deter- applause, manifested by acts such as beating mined to do me some mischief by upsetting with the handles of knives and forks on the my sledge, as soon as he had an opportunity tables, and clapping hands. of doing so without any damage to another After several other toasts the party adparty. He soon had an occasion, but un- journ to join the ladies. Merry-making now fortunately I had a sledge with a lady begins, and an hour or so is passed in social before me; passing me he hit me, and I games, such as hunting the slipper, crosshitting against the sledge before me without questions, crooked answers, and others. At being able to avoid it, at the same time get-last, the parties wrap themselves up again ting hold of his legs upset all three. Luckily in their furs, and prepare to go home. On no injury was done, as the whole lot were their homeward tour one of the finest pheupset into the snow, to the great enjoyment domena in nature may perchance appear to of all spectators.

them. A streak of light suddenly appear. Gradually the time to retire approaches. ing on the horizon shoots like lightning up The lamps begin to go out, and the hills, to the sky. One moment longer, and the divested of their beauty, appear like the whole sky is covered by such streaks, all of ruins of a magnificent city of olden times. different colors amalgamating together, and Here and there you see a single lamp peep. constantly changing and lighting up the ing out from the branches of the trees, objects as bright as daylight. This is the wistfully looking round in search of its Aurora Borealis, one of the numerous specbrothers, as if it wanted to assure itself tacles of nature which the common people of the absence of any other enlightening regard with astonishment; whilst the culobject.

| tivated mind, finding a sermon on the glory The party go in to refresh themselves of our Maker in every object he meets on with tea and other warm beverages. The his journey through life, looks at it with gentlemen wait on the ladies, and a new admiration and reverence. contest begins, as each tries to surpass the other in politeness and quickness. If it is a supper, you see these youthful and useful members of society running about with

"NEVER COMES THE BEAUTIFUL plates of sandwiches, or steering along with a cup of bouillon in one and a glass of wine in the other hand through the intricate passages formed by the numberless tables occupied by members of the fair sex. And then having, after a great deal of danger, at On! the cruel words that have been spoken

“ Never comes the beautiful again!" last arrived at their destination they find

Credit not the saying: still unbroken the lady they wanted to serve already pro- | Is the pledge which nature's tongue had spoken. vided with every necessary comfort; and / With an earnest eloquence to men.



Beauty ne'er departeth! Beauty dwelleth | most disproportionate dimensions and height. Wherever loveful eyes look out for her

But the part which most attracts the beWhere the woods glisten and the wild deer belleth,

holder's attention, is that connected with an Where mystic echo 'mid bill-grottoes dwelleth, upright shaft, capable of making about threeWhere rills rush through deep glens, her foot fourths of a complete revolution, from the steps stir.

top of which proceeds a horizontal arm or Where gem-like stars are sparkling in the heavens,

crane, whence chains and levers go to the And fragrant flowers are springing from the “scraper.” The motions and results of this earth

part of the machinery are analogous to those Where sunny moms are bright, and golden evens of a huge arm and hand, grasping an imShed many-tinted clouds across the heavens, Beauty, in changeful glory, wanders forth!

mense scoop—the whole wielded by a giant

of colossal strength. One scoop-full (or, Where sea-waves, to the summer sunshine dancing, more agreeably to the nomenclature given

Receive white-pinioned birds upon their breast to the anatomy of this anomalous animal, Or wbere mad tempest, v'er the deep advancing,

one scraper-full) suffices to fill a car, and Ushers fork'd lightning, that in rapid dancing Curls, spake-like, o'er each tumbling billow's

two cars are sufficient for a horse-load upon crest;

a railroad track. But, to carry out our com

parison to the human arm. The scoop is Where genius looketh forth, with high endeavor,

drawn back by the flexion of the elbow, and From mental casements on the peopled world, Beauty may aye be seen-“ a joy for ever"

is placed at the bottom of the bank. The To him who seeks her with a high endeavor,

extensor muscles of this powerful limb now Love's loyal banners in his hand unfurl'd. commence their action, and push it forward

and upward, scraping and gathering, in its Men may shut out the bright and glorious vision By hateful arts and actions, and the sway

progress, sufficient dirt to fill it; then it is Of thoughts unnatural; but no hard decision slowly carried round, describing a consideror minds penurious robs us of the vision

able arc of a circle, till it is placed directly Which beauty sheds across her lovers' way!

over a car stationed to receive its contents. This motion may represent that of the

shoulder-joint. Instead now of rotating the From the "Home Journal."

hand and fore-arm upon the arm, and invert. THE STEAM PADDY.

ing the scoop, in order to “dump" the load

into the car, there is a contrivance for Is a deep cut on the track of the Northern simplifying its movements. The bottom of Railroad there is a mighty arm at work, this scraper is a trap-door, which now very shovelling. From the magnitude of its pro- instinctively flies open, and out drops an portions, the strength displayed in its oper- avalanche of dirt, and the arm slowly wheels ations, and the slow dignity of its motions, around for another dishful. The prominent it reminds one of an elephant. It is de edge of the scraper is armed with teeth, signed to supply the place, or rather per which may make our analogy a little more form the work, of some mammoth Irishman complete, by allowing them to represent with his shovel. It has, indeed, obtained for fingers and nails—to scratch with itself the euphonious sobriquet of “Steam But as the philosophers contend that there Paddy,” although its proper cognomen is is no motion without mind, so in all this Excavator. Steam is its motive power, and complication of movements there must be a the machinery necessary to perform the mind to direct and guide as well as propel. various motions in the process of labor, is This apparatus has its sensorium commune, quite complicated. The engine and the and the human hand and arm are no less principal portion of the machinery are con- / obedient to the mandates of the wat, man tained in a small house placed upon car- ) is this combination of wood and iron, chains wheels; and, when transportation is neces. | and cylinders, to the will and direction of a sary, by a single touch of the engineer, the very greasy, smutty man, stam

c. the very greasy. smutty man, standing upon a power is directed to the propelling of these / semi-circular platform about the "Pright wheels. when it at once becomes a formid-shaft above described. Here, ne Wuches able locomotive. From the roof of this first one spring, or (recollecting our analogy)

omnes namn nouse” ascends the chimney, or smoker. of one nerve, with one hand, hea

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the other hand, then a third with the foot, like a pianoforte or organ player, and straight way these talismanic signs are conveyed, with telegraphic precision, to parts and portions most distant, and the commands are instantly followed, or better, accompanied, by the desired movement. How similar the functions of the brain ! A cylinder, with a chain attached, revolves, answering to the contraction of the muscular fibre, and the shortening chain represents the tendon wbich connects the muscle with the part desired to be moved.

Do not let what has been said of the external appearance of this brain-representing man be taken as an unfavorable reflection. If he is the wise-head of the whole mechanism, he is no less the good-heart. You will ever find him gentlemanly, and, concerning the machine of which he is the presiding genius, ready to answer the frequent inquiries of visitors as to its capabilities, powers, construction, or history.

With all this similarity, how unlike is this clumsy, human-built machine, to the compact, graceful, beautiful, and divinely-created arm and hand. With all its power to raise the weight of tons, it falls immensely short of the strength of the human arm. This machine is capable of many and varied motions, but the number and combination of those of which the arm is susceptible, so infinitely exceed it, as to forbid comparison. When we compare the beauty of the arm with the deformity of this machine, the strength of the one with the weakness of the other, the capabilities with the limited and meagre powers, the neatness and compactness with the awkard clumsiness, the intimate connection or identity with mind and motion, with the complete inertia and inanimateness, we may derive some faint idea of the perfection of the works of a Divine hand, over all the productions and contrivances of man!


Onc but yields me now dejection ;

All its bright wine drain'd apace; And the other brings reflection,

When I look into its face.

Raven locke, I find, are whitening,

Crows' feet gather round my eyes And my figure needs some tightening,

As 'tis growing out of size.

If I feast I grow dyspeptic,

And my temper's put astray; If I drink I'm hot and hectic,

With a headache all next day.


Dancing makes me now quite giddy,

I'm too stiff to twirl and twist; So, I'm placed with some old lady

At a quiet game of whist.

What! is nothing left at fifty

But the yellow leaf, and sear;
Has my youth been so unthristy,

That my age finds naught to cheer ?

Ah! not so there's still some pleasure

Left of joys I loved so dear;
Like the bee that hoards his treasure

For the winter drawing near.

From the "Dublin University Magazine."



Au, the hours I've lost and lavishd!

Ah, the years I've lived in vain! Ah! the graces Time has ravish'd,

Time will ne'er restore again.

Though the days so bright and sunny

May return to me no more, Still I've kept a little honey

Hived up for my winter store.

From the “ Home Journal."

Like soft music heard at even,

When the winds are all asleep;
Like the starlight, shower'd from heaven

On the still face of the deep.


XIV. Sweet, yet sad, the mem'ry o'er me

Comes of joys in youth and prime; Yet, in hope, I'll look before me,

And enjoy the present time.


I have friends still firm and steady,

All the dearer that they're old, Like this wine, that is not heady,

But cheers and warms me when I'm cold.

XVI. With them I can still talk over

All our happy days again; Be once more a youthful lover!

But no longer seel love's pain.

XVII. Though the belles I loved at twenty,

I can dance no more with these, They've got young ones all, in plenty,

That I dance upon my knees.

I've my books, my thoughts, my rambles

By the river-side and wood;
And I learn, though full of brambles,

Life has fruits both sweet and good.

If we were inclined to show up popular fallacies, we should hardly know where better to begin than with this one :- That it is a compliment to ask for an autograph.

An autograph is a manifestation-an exhibition of one's private personality—a confession that we think ourselves somebody, (a verity safely owned only to intimate and tried friends)—a proof tangible that our instinctive modesty has suffered some abrasion from contact with the public. It is a spiritual knock, given at the invocation of one who desires to piece out his in ward life at our expense, refraining even thanks, because he thinks it costs us nothing. It is “black | and white"-proverbially dangerous. It is a lock of one's mental and moral hair, given to be speculated upon by diviners who are by no means likely to be soothsayers. It is a subtraction from our potency, cheapening | all future autographs. It is a pas seul, executed before a whole battery of lorgnettes, or a pathetic song breathed into an eartrumpet. It is, in short, something that every body, without exception, would avoid giving, if they could, and yet something which, being reputed a trifle, every body is ashamed to refuse.

A compliment! Does any one, however enthusiastic, erer ask an autograph for the purpose of complimenting the person asked ? On the contrary, each autograph is but an infinitesimal contribution to a book which the collector takes much pride in showing ; a book in which notorieties of all dimensions, from Dr. Johnson to Dr. Dodd—from John Milton to-no! we will not invidiously indicate the converse poet-to John Smith |--figure on equal terms. One's vanity must have a most sensitive palate to taste a compliment of that size. There is but one aspect in which we can view the request as a compliment-it is as implying a flattering opinion of the benignity of our temper. That it does imply this, was proved by the unpleasant surprise of a romantic youth of our whilom acquaintance, who ventured to request of a certain notability the favor of an autograph, when the said notability wrote him a few rasping lines, the purport of which was the absurdity of intru| ding upon people with such demands upon

To repine at fate is folly;

Brightest flowers are first to fade. I would be the trim, smooth bolly, Green when every rose is dead.


Let me live, while life is given,

Not sadly wise, but sagely gay; Thankful for the gifts which Heaven

Shall assign from day to day;


Till at length, my old trunk wither'd

All my branches in decay, Trunk and branch, by kind friends gather'd,

Are laid in their primal clay.


And the Lord of tree and flower,

Who gives to each its growth and bloom, Ah! may he-in that last hour, When my life he shall resume


Plant me by that holy river,

Whose streams shall make God's city glad, There renew'd to flourish ever

In undying verdure clad.

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