Fremont Journal, 1853-06-18

In 1801, John Mowit kept a respectable shoestore io Maiden Lane, N. Y. Among his journeymen was one John Pelsing, who, by bis faithfulness, industry and sobriety, to ingratiated himself into the favor of his em employer, - ployer, employer, that he made bim foreman. From that time Mowit and Pelsing were constant friends and companions ; they boarded in the same bouse. One day they were summoned on a coronei's jury, about to be held over tbe body of a man who had been taken out of the water at the foot of Maiden Lane. The de deceased - ceased deceased had all the appearance of having been a regular dock-loafer. Tbe verdict which was presently given, was "found drowned." Tbe jury being dismissed, Mr. Mowit turn turned - ed turned to look for his friend and fellow-juror, but he was gone, and stepping to tbe door, he saw him progressing up Maiden Lane on a half run. This struck bim as curious, and also reminded bim of another curious fact, fat least curious as connected with his sudden flight,) namely, that when Mr. Pelsing first glanced at the face of the corpse, he started and turned deadly pale. Mr. M. then procee proceeded - ded proceeded to his boarding house, and thence to his store, but P. had not been to either, nor did he return ; and nothing could be beard of or irom him. Mr. M. gave up all further inqui inquiries, - ries, inquiries, thinking that there must have been some mysterious connection between Mr. Pelsing and tbe man that was found drown drowned, - ed, drowned, and OiBt, in conscquenee thereof, he (P.) bad in all probability made way with himself. So matter rested till a certain day, when a lady called upon Mr. Mowit at bis store, and asked for Mr. Pelsing. She was told tbe par ticulars 01 nis story. "And bat he pot been here since ?" sho inquired. "Not since," was the reply. "1 know be has," returned the lady. 'He has ot I assure you at least not to my knowledge," replied Mr. Mowit "But I am positive," returned the lady. "What proofs have yon of it ?" inquired iur. alow ii. "The best in the woriu," returned the lady ; for I am here, and Mr. Pelsing and i ar the same person." And strange as it may seem, such was the fact. The question then was, whether Mr. Pelsing was gentleman or a' lady, and it turned out that she was a lady, anil that her name was Charlotte Conroy. Furthermore, that Charlotte was the widow of the man who was found drowned. She stated that her husband was a shoemaker in Philadelphia : that she had been two years married ; that her husband, whose name was Conroy, took to drinking, and treated her badly. Having; no children, she used to spend her leisure hours stitching, and intending, as soon as she could finish a shoe, to leave the drunken man and work her way through the world alone. Having equipped herself in men's clothes, she left her lord and master and soon arrived in New York. Her success as a journeyman and foreman we have seen above. As soon I as the Coroner's inquest was firfished, she s arted for Philadelphia, where she learned thai her husband, who had become a wander wandering - ing wandering loafer, had, a week before, started for New York. There, instead of finding an in jured wife, he found a watery grave. The hnale of this romantic affair was. that Mr. Mowit requested Mrs. C. to resume her seat at the table, in tho same house where he siiii continued to board; snd finding that he loved her even better than Mr. Pelsing, he proposed a partnership for life, which treaty was rat rat-ilied - ilied rat-ilied a few days thereafter, according to the canons ofthe Presbyterian Kirk, in like cases maae and provided. That is, perhaps, the first instance on record uerem n wne periormea tne omce of a cor oner's juryman, on the dead body of her own t I S rtll a . nusoana. ine isay, Dy the way, was very good looking, and still on tbe safe tide of thirty. Now, Mr. Printer, this story is not "founded on tact," tor it is all fact I was privy to most ofthe incidents.

; Pledge with wine pledge with rine,' cried the young And thoughtless larvey V. ood : .'pledge with wine.' ran through the brilliant crowd. The beautiful bride grew pale the deci sive hour had come. She pressed her hands together, and the leaves of the bridal wreath trembled on her pure brow ; ber breath came quicker; her heat beat wilder. 'Yes, Marion, lay nside vour scruples for this once,' snid the Judge, in a low tone, go ing towards Ins daughter; 'the company ex pect it Do not so seriously infringe upon the rules of etiquette; in your own home act as you please, but for this once please me? Every eye was turnd towards the bridal pair. Marion's principles were well known. Henry had been a convivinlist ; but of late hi frien'li noted the change in his manner, tbe indiffidence in his habits; and to-night they watched him to see, as they sneeringly said, if he was lied down to w Oman's opinion so soon. Pouring a brimming breaker, they held it with tempting smiles toward Marion She was still very pale, though more composed; and her hand shook not, as smiling back, she gracefully accepted the crystal tempter and raised it to her lips. But scarcely had she dona so when every hand was arrested by the pierceing exclamation of 'Oh I how terri terrible - ble terrible I 'What is it?' cried one and all throng thronging - ing thronging together, for she bad slowly carried the glass at arm's length, and regarding it as though it was some hideous object 'Wait,' she answered, whilu an inspired light shone from her dark eyes; 'wait, and I will tell you. I see, she added, slowley point pointing - ing pointing one jeweled finger at the sparkling ruby liquid, a sight thai beggars all description and yet listen I will paint it for yon if I can. It is a lonely spot; tall mountains crowned with verdure arises in awful sublimity around a river runs through, and bright flowers grow to the water's edge. There is a thick warm mist that tbe sun seeks vainly to pierce. Trees, lofty aud beiutiful, wave to the airy motion of the birds; but there a group of Indinns gather. They flit to and fro with something like sorrow upon their dark brows. And in their midst lies a manly form but his cheek, bow deathly ; his eye wild with the fitful tire of fever. One friend stands beside him nay, should I sav kneels for see, he is pillowing that poor head upon hia breast 'Genius in ruins oh! the high holy look ing browl Why should death mark it, and he so young 7 Look bow he throwa back the damp curls! see him elasp hia hands! bear hia thrilling shrieks for life I mark how he clutches at the form of bis companion, implor ing to bo saved 1 Ohi bear him call piteously his father's name see him twine his fingers together as he 6hrieks for his aister his only sister (he twin of his sou! weeping for him in his distant land. 'Seel' she exclaimed, while the bridal party shrunk back, the untasted wine trembling grasp, ana tne juage te.'l, overpowered, upon his seat 'seel his arms are lifted to heaven he prays, how wildly, fur mercy I hot fever rushes through bia veins. The friend beside him is weeping. Awe stricken, the dark men move silently away, and leave tbe living and dying together. There was a hush in that princely parlor, broken only by what seemed a sob from some manly bosom. The bride yet stood upright, with quivering lip, and tears stealing to the edjjeof her eye-lashes. Her beautiful arm had lost its tension, and the class with its little troubled waves came slowly to tbe range of her vision. She spoke again. Every lip was mute. Her voice was low, faint, yet aw awfully - fully awfully distinct, she still fixed ber sorrowful glance upon tbe wine cup. 'It ia evening now the great white moon is coming up, and its beams lay gently on bis forehead. He moves not, bit eyes are set in their sockets; dim are their piercing glances; in vain hia friend whisper the name of father ana aister, oeatn la there. Death and no soft band, no gentle voice to bleu and soothe bim. His head smks back I one convulsive shudder! be is dead!'

of jt3In8tend of obtaining success by de deceiving - ceiving deceiving tho public, the consciousness of any man that he is practicing deception will inev inevitably - itably inevitably degrade and corrupt his mind, and dis disqualify - qualify disqualify him for the efficient pursuit of lofty enterprises. If a man deliberately violates his finest sense of rectitude, he inflicts an irremediable wrong upon his moral nature, and, as it were poisons the fountain of his energies. He who is conscious of superior powers, resolutely preserves tho integrity of his nuture perseveres in the plans which be has adopted for beneficial purposes, and despises empiri empiricism. - cism. empiricism. He alom is truly great who is so by virtue of intrinsic qualities. The adroit employ, ment of artifice and falsehood may for a time deceive ; but that fine intuition which tests character and worth with infallible sagacity, will reverse the decision of mere opinion, and estimate the man aa he is. The Knickerbocker in speaking of the month of April comments thus upon the soft softly - ly softly falling rains : They are not driven at an angle with the ground, nor dashed into your face and eyes like water hurled against the windows ; but one by one like individual honey-drops, come down so lightly as not to bend the tender blades of grass ; and they stir the surface of the water-Tank which stands beneath the eaves with not more commotion than the leaves of flowers which float upon its brim and it is most delightful to hear the dipping and the chopping impalpable as the distil distil-roen - roen distil-roen t of tender years. An April rain is like a dew made visible, and is lh very honey of the skies. It ia a blessing for which tbe heart of man should be ns grateful as the thirsty land. O ye dews I bless ye the Lord I Praise Him and magnify bim forever I Mbsiort or ths Dad. It is an exquisite and beautiful thing in our nature, that when the heart is touched and softened by some tranquil happiness or aflectionalo feeling, tbe memory of the dead cornea over ui powerful powerfully - ly powerfully and irresistably. It would seem almost as though our better thoughts and sympa sympathies - thies sympathies were charms, in virtue of which tbe sou ia enabled to hold some vague and mys mysterious - terious mysterious intercourse with the spirits of those whom we loved in life. Alaa I how often and how long may these patient angels hover around tie, watching for tbe spell which is so aooo forgotten. ' .1

The editor of the Knickerbocker attributes the following to Ik Marvel, and it is certain ly worthy of him. Read it without tears if you can : Last evening we were walking leisurely along, the music of choirs io three churches came floating out into darkness around us, and they were all new and strange tunes but one. And that one it was not sung as we nave heard it, but it awakened a train of long burifd memories, that rose to us even as thev were before the cemetery of the soul bad a tomb in it. It whs sweet 'Corinth they were singing strains we havo seldom heard since the rose color of life was blanched; and we were in a moment again back to the old village church, and it was a summer afternoon, and the yel low sunbeams were streaming through the west windows, and the silver hair of the old deacon who sat in the pulpit, was turned to gold in its light, and the minister whom we used to think could never die, so good was be, bad concluded 'application' and 'exhortation,' and the village choir was singing the last hymn, and the tune was Corinth. It is years we dnre not think how many since then, and 'the prayers of David tho son of Jesse are ended,' und the choir are scatter scattered - ed scattered and gone. The girl with bluo eyes tliut sang alto, and the girl with black eyes that sung air the eyes of the one were like tho clear June heaven at noon. They both be became - came became wives, and both mothers, and they both died. vno shall SRy that they are not sing singing - ing singing 'Corinth still where Sabbaths never wane, and congregations never breakup? There they sat, Sabbath after SuUbuth, by the square column at tho right of the leader, and to our young ears their tones were the "soul of mu music' - sic' music' That column bears still their pencilled name, as they wrote theru in those days of lite a June, 1BJ-, betore dreams ot change had overcome their spirits like a summer's cloud. Alas! 'hat with'the old singers most of the sweeter tones have died upon the air; but they linger in memory, and they shall yet be sung in the sweet re-union of song that snail take place by-and-by in a hall whose columns are beams of morning light, whose ceiling is pearl, whose floors are all gold, and where hair never turns silvery, and hearts never grow old. Then sho that sang alto, and she that sang air, will be in their places once more."

. A groan ran through the assembly, so viv id was her description, so unearthly her look, so inspired her manner that what she de described - scribed described seemed actually to have taken place then and there. They noticed also that the bridegroom bid his face in his banda and was weeping. 'Death !' she repeated again, and her lipt quivering faster, and her voice more and more broken; 'and there they scoop him a grave; and there, without a shroud, they lay him down in that damp, reeking earth. The only son of a proud father, tbe only, the idolized brother of a fond sister. And be sleeps to today - day today in that distant country, and no stone to mark tbe spot There he lies my Fathtr't son my own twin brother a victim to thit deadly poison, Father,' ahe exclaimed, turn turning - ing turning suddenly, while the tears rained down her beautiful checks, 'father shall I drink it now ?' The form of the old Judge was convulsed with agony. He raised not his head, but in a sraoothered voice he faltered 'No, no, my child, in Qod'a name no.' She lifted the glittering goblet, and letting it suddenly fall to the floor, it was dashed in a thousand pieces. Many a tearful eye watch watched - ed watched her movement, and instantaneously every wine-glass was transe fered to the marble ta table - ble table on which it had been prepared. Then as she looked at the fragments of tbe crystal, sue turned to the company, raying, 'let no friend hereafter, who loves me, tempt me to peril my soul for wine. No firmer are the everlasting hills than ray resolve, Ood helping me, never to touch or taste thathorrible poison. And be to whom I have given my hand hn watclii w. tatf hrother's dvinir form in inat inEt soiemn hour and buried the dear wanderer there by the river in that land of gold, will I trust, sustain me in that resolve will yon not, my husband ?' His glistening eyes, his sad, aweet smile, was her answer. The Judge left the room, and when after an hour he returned, and with a more subdued manner took part in tbe entertainment of the bridal guests, no cnt could fail to read that he, too, had determin determined - ed determined to bar.ish the enemy at once, and forever from his princely home. Those who were present at that wedding, can never forget the impressions so solemnly made, many from that hour foreswore the social g'ass.

A few months ago, a man who bad been a farmer from his early life, came to the city to buy stoves to sell again. Said he to the stove dealer, "tbe weevil begins to infest tbe wheat and all things considered, I am 'tired of far ming,' and so have sold my farm." The stove dealer remarked that he thought with in himself, that just aa like aa not the discon tented farmer would find a weevil in the heart of tbe new business and so it proved, for when the day arrived on which the note matured, given for the stores, tbe old farmer, now turned tradesman, confessed that he had not been able to sell his stores that he bad most of them on hand. "Tired of farming," the most independent business a man can engage in, because, Tor sooth, there are disappointments, and perplex ities, and trials, and vexations attending it Remember, you who are tillera of the soil, tbat your cares, and troubles and anxieties are fcw and far between, compared with those suffered by commercial men. If your chances to become rich are not so inviting and profi profitable, - table, profitable, as those of the tradesman, bear in mind that the dangers of being very poor and destitute are far less. Famine and abject poverty seldom overtake the farmer, or haunt him in their ghostly visits. He lives on the high table-land of promire, rising far above the murky region of want and destitution. His ehildren can say there is bread enough in our father' house, and a piece to spare to tne hungry 01 other less fortunate calling. "Tired of farming I" Supposing you are. What is "o oe done in such a case ? Do you expect to : c-n employment without tr!! mI perjieiiitips ? Ir go, yon are doomed to disappointment. There is no vocation in this world that will exempt those who engage therein, from cares, and fears, and vexations. So if you are tired of farming, the beBt way is to get reBled just as soon as you can, and prosecute anew the business for which you were rarly trained, and which, if diligently followed, will yield a good supply of all the necessaries and comfort of life, together with opportunities for raeuUl and moral culture. Rural New Yorker.

, Womah's Lai'oii. A. woman has no nat " norg oewitching than a aweet much. It l like the sound of flutes on water It leap from tbe heart into a clear sparkling rill, andthe heart that hears it feels as if bathed in the exhilerating spring. Have you ever pur suea nn unseen lugitive through tbe trees led on by her fairy laugh, now here now there, now found ? We have, and we are pursuing the wandering voice to this day. Sometimes it comes to us in tbe midst of care or irksome business, and then we tnrn away and listen, ana near it ringing through the room like 1 silver bell, with power to scare away the ill spmta of the mind. XSTThe following atory i going the rounds of the English paper : "Two on of noblemen, at school at Elton, were asked to Windsor Castle to spend the day with the prince of Wales. His highness having, in the course of the day's amusements given himself some aira wbich the young 11.- I A m . cuonians uau no rensn lor, one 01 them gave him a sound drubbing. The circumstance reached the ears of the Queen, who, having ascertained on inquiry that her son had given sufficient provocation to merit the thrashing. had the good sense to express her satisfaction at the lesson taught him." Ths Dcm' Will- The will of the nuV. or Wellington was made upward of thirty years ago, under somewhat pecular circum circumstances - stances circumstances It is dated in Paris, and in the nn. amble says "An attempt having been made 10 awassinaie me on the night or the lOtb inst, (Febuary 10, 1818) which may be repea ted with success, and there being no profes siunai parson in raris 10 whom t can entrust entrust-tbe - tbe entrust-tbe task of drawing my will, I now draw it myself in my own hand-writing." What bo too This. A young buck of toe soapiocK order, who wore an unehavon face, because, as he said, it "looked foreign," lately accosted a Yankee as follows: "1 ay, fellow, tome individual think t am 4 Frenchman, and soma take me for an E'tAl. yean now, what do you think 1 am f , . . w J I "I'll UU Jonathan. "1 mink Vntl are) r7iraLf f-.nl M.;.4