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causo we are too utilitarian? We are like the Papal Government that is truly refreshing. “It cock in Æsop, who, having scratched a pearl might make one in love with death,” says Shelinto the light of day, declared that to him it was ley, "to think one should be buried in so sweet a less valuable than a grain of millet-seed. “What place.” Perhaps he little thought that he would shall we eat, and what shall we drink, and where ever sleep here side by side with one of his chilwithal shall we be clothed ?" That 's the capital dren, and not far from his beloved Keats. But question.

now we read the following inscription : "Percy It will well repay the traveler to spend a day Bisshe Shelley, Cor Cordium, Natus IV Aug., in visiting the studios of modern artists in Rome. MDCCXCII. Obiit viii Jul. MDCCCXXII." The Here, in addition to original paintings of con- expression Cor Cordium-beart of heartssiderable merit, may be found most excellent probably alludes to the fact that when his body copies of the old masters, from a Madonna to was buried on the sea-coast, whither it had been the Transfiguration of Raphael, and ranging in washed ashore, after the wreck of his sailingprice from twenty to one hundred and twenty boat in the Gulf of Spezzia, his heart alone redollars. The manufacture of mosaics is by no

mained unconsumed. Generous, benevolent, afmeans so mechanical as is generally supposed. fectionate heart of a mystical, skeptical, and The number of enamels preserved for the purpo- visionary dreamer! Here, too, beneath the very ses of the works in the Vatican amounts to no shadow of the Pyramid of Cestius, with the violess than ten thousand. Great skill and a high lets and daisies blooming over him, is the resiappreciation of art is necessary as well as an ing-place of John Keats.

He died of extreme almost infinite patience. The celebrated mosaic sensibility and a broken heart, at the early age of Pliny's Doves, in the Museum of the Capitol, of twenty-four.

Gifford shot the fatal arrow contain between seven and eight hundred stones which Jeffrey tried in vain to extract. A little to the square inch. Some are so exceedingly before he died he said with prophetic earnestminute as to remind you of Myrmecides, who ness, “I feel the daisies growing over me." And built a two-horse chariot that could be covered so they are; but never did they deck the burial by the wing of a fly, and engraved an elegiac of one who was more susceptible to the poetry distich upon a grain of sesame. These mosaics of nature. To a rich fancy and a prodigal imagare as much a feature of the city as coral and ination he united all the enthusiasm of a lover, lava ornaments are of Naples, and are in great while a reckless profusion of ornament and a demand among foreigners at Rome. I was much wild luxuriance of imagery constitute his poetry amused in visiting one of these shops in com- a wilderness of intoxicating sweetness and bewilpany with the lady of a distinguished jurist of dering beauty. Our eyes grow dim as we read the Buckeye State. French is spoken in Rome the touching inscription dictated by himself and as well as in all the other European capitals, inscribed upon his simple tombstone: “Here lies and is recognized as the international medium

one whose

was writ in water." Poor of communication. Most Americans, however,

Keats! Died from want of sympathy" might perhaps to show their independence, have a mon have been engraven there, as upon one-half of grel dialect of their own. The lady just referred the tombstones of those who now sleep their last to, among other inquiries propounded the follow- sleep. ing: “Avez vous de petits-shirt buttons ?" The In the midst of the gloomy reflections we were artist bowed politely, shrugged his shoulders, but startled from our reverie by the tremulous tones evidently did not comprehend this hybrid inter- of a female voice requesting the gentlemen of rogatory. It was repeated in a somewhat modi our party to retire. From ber evident signs of fied form, but with similar success, when I timidly emotion we might have supposed that she wished suggested boutons de chemise, and the buttons to enjoy in solitude the luxury of grief. It was were forthcoming. Of deep and melancholy in a grief for the living, however, and not for the terest to us was the Protestant burying-ground. dead, as we all realized to our sorrow. It is a quiet, secluded spot, near the Porta San haps needless to add that beggars and fleas-we Paolo, with an air of romantic beauty that strik- have tried to disguise this unpopular insect of ingly contrasts with the massive, moldering ruins the genus pulex under some classical cognomen, by which it is surrounded. The monuments are but in vain-every-where abound in Rome. The generally in good taste, though the inscriptions, clamors of the former may be quieted with a many of them, display a degree of affectation paul, whose influence with the Romans is more and sentimentality that would be more in keep- potent than that of the apostle himself, but not ing with Père la Chaise. The grounds are well so with the latter. They are not to be bribed arranged and well kept, and altogether afford a unless with blood. They attack you upon the striking instance of liberality on the part of the streets, waylay you amid the ruins, promenade

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It is per

BY REV. H.

P. ANDREWS.

SKETCH NUMBER I.

THE PRAYER MEETING.

with you, eat with you, sleep with you, or if you siderations of comfort but health, and it is a can not sleep they will insist upon sitting up common saying among them, that "none but with you, and after sharing your vigils are ready Englishmen and dogs walk in the snnshine at to join you in your matins—in the cafè or the Coli- Rome.” With these precautions persons afflicted seum, the palace of the Pope or the Mamertine with chronic rheumatism, bronchial affections, or prisons, in the chapels of St. Peter's or upon the those who are in the early stages of consumpTarpeian Rock-every-where, even in the cata- tion, may derive lasting benefit from a residence combs and cemeteries. What avails the "quies- at Rome. With those who are disposed to apocat in pace” on the marble monument or simple plexy, or have already suffered from hemorrhage slab? They haunt the very dwelling-places of of the lungs, it is just the reverse. A disregard the departed, and give no rest to the living if of these conditions may account for the fact they do to the dead. This is no overdrawn pic- that so many English and Americans have gone ture. So universal and grievous is this plague to Rome in quest of health to find a grave. that it requires not a little nerve to accompany a party of ladies on any excursion, particularly if they are English or French. The first time I

SUSAN LESLIE, visited St. Peter's was in company with an English authoress of no little celebrity and her brother. We were standing in front of the Baldacchino or grand canopy over the high altar, immediately under the dome, and were just sum

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BOUT three miles from the village of C. moning our excited nerves to a truce while we was another village, consisting of a small should gaze upward upon this the sublimest fea- collection of miserable-looking houses, which ture of the most majestic of modern temples, told all too plainly their own sad tale of poverty when our literary friend, with unmistakable traces and sorrow. Formerly there had been a small of painful emotion depicted upon her counte- factory here, and it was at this time that the vilnance, addressed a few words to her brother in an lage grew up. But the factory had long since andertone, who forth with "put a flea into our been burned down, and the industrious inbabitear," and joined us in a most precipitate retreat. ants who then occupied the dwellings had moved

"Fleas even in St. Peter's!" we muttered as we away, making room for the poor, degraded, indoemerged on to the portico. “O for one hour of lent class now found here. good old St. Patrick!" This is worse than mar- A small, low one-story store, which had once tyrdom, yes, than cannibalism, to be thus eaten been painted red, stood near the center of the up alive. Were I to visit Rome again in July I village. One-half was scantily filled with thirdshould be tempted to prepare myself for it before- rate English goods; the other with a more genhand br soaking for nine months in a tan-vat, erous supply of West India goods and groceries, and if this would not answer, to saturate myself among which were conspicuously placed barrels thoroughly with camphene and then set my of rum, gin, and brandy. Around this store, at clothes on fire.

almost all hours of the day, were gathered ragThe reader will please omit, or else pardon ged, miserable-looking men and boys; and on this rather lengthy episode upon apparently so Saturday evenings an extra hand was employed insignificant a topic; for the subjects of it, by the store-keeper, whose special business it was though doubtless classed among the acatholici, to fill the many jugs and smaller bottles of the or heretics, by all good Catholics, are most cer- poor

wretches who came for their Sunday's suptainly one of the veritable institutions of Rome, ply of the destructive poison. and claim a larger share of your attention than Little potato-patches were scattered here and the Pontiff himself.

there with their contents still unharvested, though A word to invalids going abroad for their the chilly winds of autumn had begun to blow; health. Thongh in the latitude of Boston the stunted fields of yet more stunted corn were still mean temperatnre of Rome is only four degrees standing; half-starved cows were picking around below that of Madeira. The climate is mild and old logs and under old fences; and old, dilapidasoft, though relaxing and debilitating during the ted barns shook in the wind with their scanty prevalence of the sirocco. The Italians avoid contents of miserable bay, hourly disappearing direct exposure to the influence of the sun by through their shattered sides. day, and of the malaria by night, esteeming the Upon the extreme outskirts of the village stood hour between sundown and dark as the most un- a little, old building, surrounded with bushes. healthy of the twenty-four. They always select The two lower panels were gone from the batthe shady side of the street, not only from con- tered door and most of the glass from the win.

dows. It was a kind of nondescript structure, ent, what he thought of their plan. The tracts the use of which few could guess. This was the were obtained, and each of the girls, with a bunvillage school-house, and the education and moral dle in her hand, started off early on Monday training of the children in the neighborhood had morning to dispose of them. suffered even more than the house itself.

When they returned at noon a tract had been Such was "Valley Village," the home of the left in every dwelling. They had also talked poor drunkard, Herbert Leslie. He had once with many of the children; had told them about been a smart, intelligent man. In his earlier the Sabbath school, and of their own happiness years he was a teacher, successful in his calling, in trying to serve the Lord. Some with whom and looked upon as a young man of promise. they conversed were rude and wicked, and ridiHe had married a beautiful girl, the daughter of culed the two pious children. Others were seria Christian mother, and she entered upon her ous, and said they wished they could go to the duties as a wife with bright hopes of happiness. Sabbath school and learn to be good. Little But, alas! the demon, Intemperance, came, and Anna Brown, a blue-eyed, barefooted girl of ten, Herbert Leslie, the gifted, noble youth fell be with tears in her large, beautiful eyes, said: neath his power. Through ten long, weary years “Can't you and Hannah teach us to be good? the devoted wife followed her drunken husband | I never heard any one pray in my life, except down the dark road of degradation till she saw the minister when little baby brother was buried. him reeling upon the verge of eternal ruin. Why can't we go out into the pasture under the

Yet the home of these wretched parents was 'great rock,' where the sun shines so warm and cheered by one pure spirit. They had one child, bright, and have a little meeting? You and a daughter, who seemed to inherit all her father's Hannah shall teach us just as they do in the inherent powers of intellect and her mother's Sunday school, and we will be real good and native goodness. The constant companion of learn-won't we, Sophia ?" she continued, turning wickedness and shame, she had remained pure to a little girl about her own age. and unsullied—a rose in the midst of a desert. Why not, indeed! The thought was a new one, She loved her father ardently, and many a time but they liked it. And so it was concluded to she went to the store late on Saturday night to meet after dinner under the "great rock." lead him across the bridge to his miserable When Susan and Hannah reached the place home.

they found quite a company of girls awaiting At a little distance from the village lived a them, and, peering around the rocks and stumps farmer, a devoted Christian. He had a little girl a short distance off, some of the village boys about the size of Susan Leslie. They were very also. intimate, and with this girl Susan had regu- When all was ready Susan and Hannah comlarly, of late, been to the Sabbath school in C. menced singing that beautiful hymn, commencBoth had been convicted of sin and led to Christing, in the late revival in the school. They were

" There is a happy land, truly converted, and Susan returned to her deso

Far, far away." late home more "like an angel” than before. Glad indeed was her mother when she learned Most of the girls could sing this, having learned of her daughter's conversion, and a dim, shad- it in the day-school during the summer, and their owy hope came struggling in upon the darkness music floated away on the passing breeze and of her heart, cheering it a moment with its was heard in the village below. brightness—a hope that better days were dawn- The hymn having been sung, they all kneeled ing.

while Hannah prayed. As Susan and Hannah, the farmer's little daugh- she breathed her simple prayer to her Father in ter, immediately went to work for the Lord. heaven, the tears started to the eyes of some They were young, it is true-Hannah was four- who never before in their lives had listened to teen and Susan one year younger; but they re- the voice of supplication. The boys, too, who, solved to do what they could.

during the singing, had left their hiding-places The superintendent had distributed among the and drawn nearer to the company of girls, began scholars on Sunday some revival tracts, remarking to lose their wondering look and appeared serious at the same time that if any one wished for more and thoughtful. of them to give to their friends at home he would Susan then took out her little pocket-Bible, supply them. Susan thought she should like to given her in the Sabbath school, and read the give some to the people in the Valley Village. fourth chapter of Proverbs. Then they kneeled She mentioned the subject to Hannah, and they down again and Susan prayed. She prayed for concluded to ask Mr. Stevens, the superintend- / her little mates who were kneeling around her;

down upon

the grass

she prayed for the boys who were looking on, passed rapidly in review. He looked upon himand for the wicked men and women of that self, his bloated limbs and tattered, dirty garwretched village. But when she came to pray ments, and asked, “Why am I thus?" Alas! for the parents of that little company-for her the cause was but too apparent. Sin was ruining parents—tears choked her utterance and she him. What might he not do if he would but sobbed aloud. Others wept with her. The Holy break the cruel chain that bound him! With Spirit was touching their young hearts and new his noble mind, his fine education, his commandfeelings were springing up new aspirations were ing powers, what might He not aspire to! It was arising. All, indeed, was new--the Bible, the the first moment of really serious thought that praying, and all the hallowed influences of that he had experienced for months. Indeed, he had precious hour.

scarcely thought for years. He would not think. After they arose from their knees Hannah and But now he could not help it. It seemed as Susan began to ask the other girls questions, just though his heart was bursting and his brain on as their teachers did of the members of their fire, and he must think! classes in the Sabbath school. Then in turn the The children left, and Herbert Leslie took up others began to question them. Some of these his gun and sauntered down to the village. It questions were rude and strange; but the two was near tea time, and he had passed the store pious girls answered them as well as they were without calling when some one hailed him. able, though they soon found that their own Turning he saw a man standing in the door knowledge of spiritual things was very limited, beckoning him back. As he approached him he and they resolved to study more diligently the perceived that he had a small tract in his hand, word of God, that they might know more about which he held ont, exclaiming, the way of life. Thus an hour was passed, and “Look here, sir, if you do n't teach your chilafter singing another hymn, which Hannah and dren better manners than this, sir, we shall have Susan had learned in the Sabbath school, they to do it for you.” parted, resolving to meet there again in a few “My children!” replied Leslie, “why, I have n't days if the weather should remain pleasant. but one, and she's an angel. What harm bas

But little Anna Brown would not leave Susan. she been doing, pray tell?'' She clung to her as a child to a mother. “There “ Harm! why, sir, she has been insulting me, had long been more than a common attachment sir, and not only me but the whole village!" between the two children, but now it was touch “Well, that is bad, surely; but you have n't ing to see the pure love of the little girl as she yet told me precisely what Susan has done that held Susan by the hand, frequently clasping it in is so very insulting. I should like to hear.” both of hers. A new light was shining in her “Just look at this, sir," answered the excited large blue eyes as she looked up into the face of man, handing Mr. Leslie the tract. “The little her companion and said, “I want to love the jade had the impudence to leave this at my Savior, and I think I do some.” Yes, precious house this forenoon, and she or Hannah Perkins child, and the Savior loves you. Angels doubt has left one similar to it at every house in the less were hovering over that scene by the "great village. What do you think of that, sir? Do rock," and up to heaven they carried the news you think we shall bear it?'' that young hearts were turning to Christ!

“What do I think of it?" answered Leslie, There was one witness to that scene who was taking the tract and glancing at the title. deeply moved by what he saw and heard. No “Why, sir, I think it is about time for such poor, one knew he was near, but he heard and saw all drunken fellows as you and me to be glad to get that was said and done. Herbert Leslie had such books as these to read, and to pay good been out with his gun hunting, and was just re heed to their teachings, too, unless we wish soon turning as the girls commenced their meeting. to fill a drunkard's grave. 'A Warning to the They were singing their first hymn as he took | Intemperate.' Don't that mean us? Have n't his seat on a log just within a clump of ever we been drunk more than half the time for these greens, which screened him from sight. At first years? Is n't this a poor, drunken, rum-cursed he did not know what it meant; and not till they village? And you are angry because God has kneeled down did he fully understand the object put it into the hearts of two little girls to scatter of the gathering. He was deeply moved; and these 'warnings' around in our wretched, povwhen Susan came to pray for the parents of that erty-stricken homes, where rum has been more young group—to pray for him—he bowed his plenty than food for long years. Sam Houghhead and wept like a child. The past came rush- ton, I am proud to call that child my own. God ing upon bim with overpowering force. All its bless her!" and tears sprung to the eyes of the early joys, its rich promise, and its sad blight | father

A dozen or more had gathered around while But it was well for him that convictions for Leslie and Houghton were talking. Each had sin came before the trial of his parental feelreceived a tract, some like the one left for Mr. ings; well that he had listened to the voice of Houghton, and others on a different subject. prayer, and wept beneath the power of an awakAll, however, were appropriate. A few like himened conscience, before this severe probing of had been highly offended at what they were his paternal heart. He well knew that two ways pleased to term the "insult,” while others ap- lay before him. Either he must go forward and peared serious and thoughtful. One thing was seek God and become a pious as well as a sober sure, the books had been read, and, what was man, or, refusing to do this, he did not doubt he still better, they had produced feeling.

should relapse into his former habits and go "It 's a shame," spoke up Mr. Wilder, the down to ruin. The struggle was severe, for his store-keeper, or “Nat Wilder,” as he was ally habit was strong, and to break its cords seemed called, “it's a downright shame, gentlemen, to like tearing out the fibers of his own heart. But have such an excitement caused in our peaceful he resolved-resolved to go forward and seek village. I suppose the next thing we shall know God from that moment, and not to rest till he they 'll go to having temperance meetings and was a Christian; and firmly was that resolve the next a Sabbath school! Why, gentlemen, kept. He listened to the voice of God speaking what are we coming to ?''

in his soul, and at once turned his face toward “Coming to our senses, Nat Wilder, I hope," the way of life. resumed Leslie. You cry shame upon two lit Never were wife and child more astonished tle girls who, with their tiny hands, are trying to than were Mrs. Leslie and Susan when the father plant a single rose in those desert bomes where entered and told his feelings and his purposes. you have been planting briers for years. You The poor woman sobbed upon his shoulder, but talk of two children producing excitement when Susan kneeled down by his side and thanked you have been murdering us fathers day by day God. ever since those children were in their cradles. That night the family altar was erected in Nat. Wilder, what caused the death of young that humble dwelling. And was it strange that Witney? What made Frank Evans shoot his prayer was heard? Strange that Herbert Leslie old, gray-headed father? What sent Ned Wil- and his long-desponding wife should find the kins home to his miserable hut to murder his pool where sins are washed away? Strange, young wife and sleeping infant? Rum, sir, and when God has said, “Seek and ye shall find!" you sold it! Talk of shame! Who has made | Herbert Leslie and his sorrowing wife sought Herbert Leslie what he is to-day, a poor, ragged, the way of life, and they sought not in vain. dirts, miserable, drunken wretch, the mere wreck They were saved. of his former manhood ? But, thank God! I am not yet dead. I have seen to-day that which has roused me. I should be worse than a beast to

MY HOME-LAND. remain unmoved longer. I'll be a man again, or die in the attempt. Not another drop of liquor shall ever pass my lips, God helping me!

The poet may sing of Italia's bright skies,

And the glorious beauty that under them lies, And, what is more, sir, I'm going to preach

Of ber sparkling waters so fair and free, temperance, too, and I'll begin next Sabbath

And the silvery starlight that smiles on the lea; evening out there under the old elm,' where we

But I love not her sunsets of azure and gold have drank so many drams together. Yes, sir, So well as America's beauties untoldjust pass it round that Herbert Leslie, the poor, For our fathers lie here. drunken schoolmaster, will preach temperance The limner may paint the scenes on the Rhine, next Sunday afternoon under the 'old elm,' and Where a castle is built with the wealth of a mine; if I was a Christian I'd start a Sabbath school | Where the rock-covered hills are towering so tall, also."

And the moon smiling brightly is blessing them all, After delivering this short specch and making While her silver-gray light, like the vail of a nun, the above novel appointment, Leslie left the Is floating down over tower and town store and proceeded toward his home. Never

Sleeping softly below. had he been so thoroughly roused before. The But my own native land I love better than all, scene in the pasture had stirred up the deep, With its grand old mountains and forests tall,

Where I sit in the gorgeous autumn time, slumbering embers of his soul, and the attack

With the heart of nature close to mine, upon his little girl, and especially the remark

And I count its ocean throbbings, and know of the scoundrel Wilder, had roused all his That the red on the leaves is the life-tide's flow latent energies.

Of the dying year.

BY MRS. E. B. GOODY.

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