Northern Ohio Journal, 1872-05-04

But what is the origin or this custom? Is it Christian, as the name seems to im imply, - ply, imply, leading our thoughts to the great sacrifice that day made on Calvary? Or can it be traced even farther back to the dim ages of antiquity to find in this lit little - tle little bun a relic of times now almost ef effaced - faced effaced from the memory of man ? The antiquarian tells of C4;rops, a King of Attica, who, more than three thousand years ago offered up, upon the altar of his gods, the sacred bread, and called It Bonn, from the similitude of nn ox's horns that was impressed upon its sur surface. - face. surface. There have also been deciphered, from the weird hieroglyphics of Egypt Egyptian - ian Egyptian monuments, the description of the cake offered to Apis; and there is the shape of the cake itself, not unlike the Hot Cross Bun, living in the stone and imperishable. Six hundred years before the coming of our Lord, the prophet Jeremiah denounces the Jewish women of Pathros, who, forsaking the God of their fathers, offered up cakes to the moon. It seems to have been a custom from the earliest times, for the Greeks to stamp a cross upon their oaten loaves. The name quadra, given to the Roman daily loaf because it was marked with four lines, shows the custom to have passed down to the old conquerors of the world. At the national museum in Naples, one may see two small buns, each marked with a cross, which were taken from a bakery in Pompeii. Pottinger, in his "Herculanean Researches," mentions buns, six inches long, upon which two crosses were impressed, as having been found among the ruins of that city. But among Christians, even supposing the custom to have been adopted, rather

prayer oy tne JKev. Agnes Hamilton, "whisky-gauger" of the Seventh dis district. - trict. district. A respectable citoyenne of Boston, who partook of laughing gas last Tuesday at a public exhibition, while under its in in-flueuce - flueuce in-flueuce shouted, "Keno on 661 That's my pot!" " Fifty dollars was all that man In Council Bluffs was willing to pay for the capture of his wife, his rival, his little daughter, and a thousand dollars in money. , . . i - Physicians with a special fondness for Investigating the mechanism of the heart, will be pleased to leain that another baby without a sternum has been born to them in Illinois. , A milk-consumers' co-operative asso association - ciation association is proposed in Connecticut to es establish - tablish establish a cocoa-i.ut dairy, as it is Impos Impossible - sible Impossible to account for the fluid nominally produced by cows In that State. - A Westerc hen having laid a large egg containing a smaller one within its shell, a reporter, whose brains have evidently run down into his calves, chronicles the phenomenon as "a weal within a weal." A good umbrella is a sure test of a roan's respectability. A man may go to church or to market with a shocking bad hat or pair of boots, but not with a bad umbrella and retain his status in society. A newspaper publisher in Pittsburg,

A lady of Indianapolis furnishes the People, a paper there, with the follow following - ing following extraordinary narrative concern concerning - ing concerning Lisette Bernard, a girl of French extraction, " who was one of a car load of orphan, homeless children, sent West from New York by the Children's Aid Society there, to find homes. My hus husband - band husband had spoken to Mr. Friedgen, the agent of the society, brother of the shoe merchant In Washington street, to bring him alittleuurse girl in the next car load he should conduct to the West. This was in the winter of 1864-6. That Spring, in April, he brought us Lisette, stating that he knew nothing of her pa parentage, - rentage, parentage, and that he selected her on ac account - count account of her gentle disposition from a number of favorites at the Orphan Asy Asylum - lum Asylum on Randall's Island, uear New York, where she had been for four years. ' ' " There was nothing remarkable about her but very mild ways, and a dreary, weary look from her deep-set blue eyes. I noticed Lisette manifested a peculiar aud intense interest whenever I played on the piano selections from any of the old operas and masterpieces. . At such times I would frequently find her sitting iu-the adjoining room utterly oblivious to everything but the music ; from the effects of which she seemed to awaken

BT MBS. MARY E. KEALT. Farewell, farewell 1 There are xloomy hoars When shadows are fallen o"er all the flowers; When the rain falls heavy in drenching show showers - ers showers ! ' I ' . .' . , When the heart is shorn of its higher power, And droops in it wild unrest; When nothing in Heaven or earth can bring The joys of youth or the songs of spring: When the mosses are heavy that clasp and cling To the nigged rocks, and we can not fling . .The sorrow from our breast. v. v"' Ceid-Vyf I (peat it 'with blinding tears; For no brightness, or beauty, or love appears Through the vUta'd gloom of the opening yean, But dark desponding and racking fears To circle round my heart. Ah me! Jt were better at once to die! To sink in the grave with one last, loud cry. Than to watch afar from a mountain high The valley where loving feet pass by, Than to love and then to part! O God! Is our life but a trial Are, To sever the gold in its burning pyre? To lift our aspirations higher, Iakaths) sunset ray oa the golden spire , , t . .Whawtiw weary day u aerr - - v- s- - And shall we at last, in a holier land. Take our parted love by the dear, dear handr And wander lorever beside the strand Of the peaceful river, where Hope's bright band Is severed never more? - -

'I must hurry on now, aod my words must , be rapid as the events that drove us from the serene elysian field of that first dear companionship, through storm and whirlwind to this wilderness of misery where I am e tit. to wander to and fro, like a murderer, as I am condem condemned - ned condemned to watch the daily dying of thesweet life I have destroyed. You may think me blind and senseless, for so 1 surely was, but it Is certain that I never sus suspected - pected suspected the love she bore me, I saw she turned away from the crowd that flocked around, and was deaf to all the offers that were made to ber, of rank, and wealth, and station, and many a true heart's love but I thought this was be because - cause because her own was yet untouched, and when I saw that I alone was singled out to be the object of ber attention and solicitude, I fancied it was but the ef effect - fect effect of her deep, generous pity for my desolate condition, and pity it was, but such as the mother feels for the suffering of her first-born, whom she adores, ana the day of revelation coma f "I told you how Colonel Randolph doted on his daughter. Truly none ever lovvd Aletheia with a common love! When he waa released ftxms he duties of

- .. niBlE. ., . , BY FRED. JC. WIATBKRLT. B. A. What ef the night, Marie? "Hever a time to pray, Never a time to wotul be, ' ,. Whatever the good one say.-, v" Go to: let them pray aud sleep. I pray? when men pray to me With pleading, passionate, deep Me, their god, their 'own littlo Marie!' Sight is a time to be laid Awav from the lights and the flowers, From he throng, where love's prelude was played Ijiid warm through the dim,dreary hours." What of the morn, Marie? "Morni is tt morn so soon? .: - Kay, get you gone; let us be -' v Leave us to sleep till noon. What? the world long awake? And men gone forth to their toil? Let them go, let them toil, and take The fruits of their toil and the soil. We have not wherefore to rise, No taskwork for hand or brain: Shut out the light from our eyes, Leave us to dream night again." "What of the eve, Maria? ' ' : 'Set these flowers in my hair, Ay, but my lovers shall see I am comely and fain Cemely: my hair is nne gold, ' - My breasts are rose-tinged snow, , All men shall crave to behold - ' My beauty. Forth let us go. Here will we sit in the glare,

"Save the cake, save the rick," and hence, in a box carefully closed and set apart, lie saves his Cross Bun of Good Friday, as a talisman, that is through the year to prosper alike his seed-sowing and harvest-gathering. In Cornwall, where traditions die slowly, great care is taken by the poor to preserve one or more of these buns. When dry and grated, they are esteemed nn infallible cure for many diseases. Catalepsy, in particular, is supposed to be specially amendable to their virtue. It is customary in well-to-do families for the mistress to present every member of the household on Good Friday morning with a bun and a shilling; to lose either of which, during the ensuing year, is considered the precursor of ill-fortune. It is a curious history, this symbol of the Cross upon bread. In its origin, a heathen offeri ng. clearely condemned by the word of God! Then adopted by the early Christians, who discovered in its distinguishing token, a mystical mean meaning - ing meaning which it did not bear' immortal immortalized - ized immortalized by an error, it has traveled down

There was an ominous pause for a mo moment, - ment, moment, and then the eldest daughter said : "Why, you ought .to be ashamed of yourself, father. It's all the style, and I -am going to have one, too; there now." "Yes, and I waut one; all the girls have got theni.'' Thus spoke Maria, the sec second - ond second eldest. ' Any more?'' gasped the husband ; "are there any more ? Hadn't the baby better have one? I guess I'll get one myself. rHow do they make up for pantaloons ?-Ha! ha 1 hat (demon (demonically). - ically). (demonically). Let me-have -a Dolly Varden. Let me clutch it. - Bring me a pattern of monkeys scaling"; lamp-posts How would a Chinese puzzle look, or a map of Fairmount Park?" All the rest is a blank. ' - The unhappy husband has just been liberated from an asylum, and pro pronounced - nounced pronounced cured. But the only way they managed it was to dress him up in a Dolly Varden, marked out with the ground plan of the streets of Boston.