Springfield Weekly Republican, 1855-06-16

God bless you Miss Pynchon! Don't ary, and don't think I aint human to fetch back these things, but I couldn't keep 'em. It's kind to the gal to fetch 'em. Everybody knows where they come from, and I've just had to pay off one little runt for twittin her about it.' 'You pain me very much,' replied Miry, 'I am sure you are over sensitive in this matter. Be Besides, - sides, Besides, your daughter really needs the clothes.' 'Well, I don't dispute it, but if you wont say anything about it, the gal shall be took care of. She shall be took care of for you. I can't take these duds away with me, so it's no use talkin, but I'm just as thankful to you as I ever was, and love your good heart just as much.' But,' said Mr Pynebon, pleasantly, 'lt seems to me that your excuse for depriving your daugh daughter - ter daughter of comfortable clothes does not amount to much.' 'Well Square, if I must tell the whole on't,' said Woodcock, straightening up, desperately, and extending his brawny arm for an emphatic gesture, 'I don't feel in fightin trim with them clothes on that gal. I feel as if an angel had got a mortgage on me, and I'm af-.-ared she'll fore foreclose - close foreclose some time when it aint convenient.' No one could withhold a smile at this abrupt and characteristic conceit, and under the cover of the smile Woodcock retreated, and bent his steps homeward, leaving Mary gazing down wards upon her present, thus strangely returned, and busy in revolving the motive that bore it corn paw ionship. Austrians, Turks and Russians. Upon the military capacity of Austrians, Turks and Russians we cite this important testimony from a Pole, who has been thirty years a soldier and served with Austrians, Russians and Turks - General Chrzanowski: 'What is your estimate,' I "aid, 'of the Austri Austrian - an Austrian armv ?' 'The officers,' he answered, 'are excellent - per- haps perhaps the best in Europe! They have the spirit and the influence which belongs to gentlemen and thev know their duties - which L 4 slot the case al always - ways always with yours. The men are strong and well trained but they hate the service. They are not volunteers like yours, or con-cripts like the French, Each commune has to furnish a certain number of men. The Government officers select them arbitrarily. Those who are chosen feel op oppressed - pressed oppressed and never have tbe good-will of a volun volunteer - teer volunteer who has taken to the army as a profession, or a conscript who is paying bis debt to his coun country. - try. country. The generals are good. Hesse is fit to com command - mand command 200,000 men and I know of no one else in Europe whois!' Have the Russians any good generals?' I said. 'None,' he answered, 'on agrc.it scale. Loders is the best. I would trust him with 30,000 or 40,000 men. but not with more. Their regiment regimental - al regimental officers are ignorant and bad. The men are good - the best [c rimps in the world after the French, the English and tbe Turks!' ' Do vou put the Turks so high ?' I asked. -I put them.' he answered, 'at th - vety top. Not the officers, still less the < lenentls - but the pri privates - vates privates have every soldierly quality. The Turk is strong, he is docile, he is sober, he is intelligent, he has a contempt for life which is both fatalist and fanatic, and can live on nothing. When their military ogganization was at its best, two c nturies no European armies could stand against them. But their officers are detestable, ignorant, conceited, idle and corrupt. The very best people that I know are the Turks of the tow tower - er tower orders. The very worst people that I know are the Turks in office. Power is trained and pre preserved - served preserved thereby bribery, treachery and extortion. Every man in authority is a rogue. If you ally yourself to Turkey against Russia, and place any reliance on a Turkish corps d' armt e with Turkish officers and a Turkish commander, you will be disappointed. Train and officer them as you did the Portuguese and yon will make them the best troops in Europe; as good as your own - perhaps better. Bnt I never should feel comfortable in action if I ku- w that any important part of my line was held by a purely Turkish force. I should be constantly expecting to see the officers run running - ning running and the men following them. Butto Turks as privates and Englishmen as officers I would en entrust - trust entrust the key of my position. - North British Bt Btview. - view. Btview. - OriCM rx Lxttcce. - The different species of lettuce which we use for salads, are capable, to a certain extent, of supplying the place of poppy. The juice of these plants, when collected and dried, has considerable resemblance to opium. If the stem of the common lettuce, when it is coming into flower, be wounded with a knife, a milky juice exudes. In the open air this juice gradually assumes a brown color, and dries into a friable'moss. The smell of this dried juice is strongly narcotic, recalling that of opium. It has a slichtly pungent taste, but, like opium, leaves a permanent bitter in the mouih. It acts upon the brain after the manner of opium, and induces sleep. To this crude extract the name of Lactu Lactucanum - canum Lactucanum has been given. Like opium, it dissolves in water to the extent of about one-half, and in this soluble portion the narcotic virtue resides. The principal active ingredient is supposed to be a peculiar substance named laetudn. of w hich the crude extract contains about one-fourth of its weight. It contains other active ingredients, however - the chemical nature and physiological influence of which have not as yet been rigorous rigorously - ly rigorously investigated. The lac. uc iriuni is one of those narcotics iu which many of us unconsciously in indulge. - dulge. indulge. Tbe eater of green lettuce as asalad takes a portion of it in the juice of the leaves he swal swallows - lows swallows ; and many of our readers, after this is point pointed - ed pointed out to them, will discover that their beads are not unaffected after indulging copiously in a let lettuce - tuce lettuce salad. Eaten at night, the lettuce causes sleep; eaten during the day. it soothes and calms, and allays the tnod ney to nervous irritability. And yet the lover of lettuce would probably take it very much amiss if he were told that he ate his green leaves, partly at least, for the same reason as the Turk or CJiinaman takes bis whiff from the tiny opium pipe - that, in short, he was little bet better'than - ter'than better'than an opium. eater, and his purveyor than the opium smugglers on the coast of Chins. Chemistry of Common Life. Bboiled Mackerel. - The following good story is told of a member of Congress from Ohio: 'The venerable Gen. IJ was for several con consecutive - secutive consecutive years returned to Congress; and as the hotels and boarding houses in Washington City, in tho"e days, were all on a par, or rather below par, the members were in the habit of occupying, year after year, the same rooms. The table of Gen H.'s boarding ho«se (which was kept by a widow ladv and her two daughters) was regular regularly - ly regularly ftirnished with stereotyped dinners, and at one end of the table always appe'areda broiled mack mackerel. - erel. mackerel. Gen. H., whose seat was near the fish, had gazed so frequently upon it, (for it never was touched except by the cook) that he' knew it all 'by heart.' Now'if the distinguished Represent Representative' - ative' Representative' had any one peculiar virtue.it was an affec affectionate - tionate affectionate desire to make every person and every creature around him happy, hi the course of tune. Congress a^oured, and Gen H. paid his bill to the widow, an I got ready to start for home. The stage stood at the door ; and the old gentle gentleman, - man, gentleman, showing the goodness of his heart, took the widow bv the hand, and pressing it, bade her farewell, then kissing the daughters, said he would like to see them in Ohio, and furnish them with good husbands, Ac.; but even this was not all. - The black boys, who stood along the walls, were not forgotten, and grinnevi as he handed each a silver dollar. A< he p issed around the breakfast table, which was not vet'cleared off,'he saw his old friend, the mackerel. The tears cime into his eves, and raising it bv the tail with his thumb and finger, parted with it, saying: 'wdl, good bye, good bve, my old boy; you and I have served a long campaign together; but (wiping his eves) I suppose we shall meet again next win winter. - ter. winter. Good bye.' The old gentleman rapidly left the house, an! jumping into the stage, rattled off, and fortunately for his ears, the widow never saw him again.

heart, and Its utter perverseness under the influ influencea - encea influencea which rested upon it, and, i» he appre apprehended - hended apprehended the softening effect of the music of that only voice that he hoard or cared to hear, he wished that the old logs would bias on and the voice sing on for years, and that, nt last, he might arise a changed, and happy man. He felt that he was far from the possession of that perfect blessedness attributed to the subject of the psalm whose serious lesson was falling upon his cars; and yet, he needed it, nnd longed for it, and felt that if circumstances were different with him, he might have it yet, and be able, at last, to lie down in the grave, wrapped in the confidence of a blessed hope. The singing ceased, and still the head of the fa father - ther father was bowed upon the shoulder of his child. Anotlicr prayer - long, fervent, and full of the heartfelt expression of Christian aspiration - was pronounced, and Woodcock, softened, and long longing - ing longing for a peace which his heart told him was somewhere, in something, waiting for him, joined in the supplication, - feebly and imperfectly, as a man unused to player, and laid the burden of his soul upon the utterance of one whose words, but a few brief moments before, had come to bim only with malevolent suggestions. When the prayer was closed, ho longed to hear the Bible read. He wished for no words from man; but the reading of the Great Book in the public exer exercises - cises exercises of the Sabbath, at that day, was a forbidden service. So, lifting his eyes to Mr Moxon, with a stern resolution to keep out his bad thoughts, if possible, he listened for the announcement of his text. t " But after thy hardness and impenitent heart, treasures! up unto thyself wrath against the day of WTath, and revelation of the righteous judg judgment - ment judgment of God.'' Woodcock shook bis head, arose from his seat, placed his girl upon the bench, and then, taking his gun, opened the door and retired from the house. The charm was broken - the halldwed and hallowing influence dissipated. The transi transition - tion transition to his old feeling of hardness and half regret regretful - ful regretful defiance, was accompanied by a sigh as pain painful - ful painful as it was profound, and by the characteristic exclamation, ' it's no use.' Mr Moxon waited, before proceeding, tor the restoration of silence, bnt order and attention were not secured for some minutes. Both Mr Pynchon and Mary understood nnd appreciated the cause of Woodcock's withdrawal, and felt disturbed. Peter Trimble's curiosity was very much aroused. Bending down in a mock effort to fix his shoe, he exclaimed to the victim at his side, in a low whisper, ' Indians!' The boy was instantaneously, and involuntari involuntarily, - ly, involuntarily, on his feet, his neck stretched up, looking out of the window. Down came the long stick of Henry Smith upon his head, and down came the boy. The stick was so near to Peter that his glimpse of the cobweb was this time extremely brief and uncertain. As soon as the sermon had begun to attract se serious - rious serious attention, Peter made another errand to bis shoe, und whispered, ' what did you see ?' ' Stars,' replied the boy unconscious of any anything - thing anything but his last impression. This reply came near proving too much for Pe Peter's - ter's Peter's gravity, and it was a long time before he could command himself with sufficient confidence to raise his head. The discourse bf Mr Moxon was an extended and stirring performance, and was listened to by the older portion of the audience with scrupu scrupulous - lous scrupulous attention, and, apparently, with much en enjoyment. - joyment. enjoyment. Mrs Pynchon hung upon his words with a delight which would have been noticeable had it been novel, bnt it was her habit to lx 1 de delighted - lighted delighted with a sound, gospel sermon; and, as she sat leaning slightly forward in her chair, weav weaving - ing weaving by an easy, see-sawing motion of her body, that invisible and altogether fabulous fabric known as ' church lace,' she presented undenia undeniable - ble undeniable claims to the distinction of being a model au auditor. - ditor. auditor. There was deep seriousness upon every face, and yet, there was deep satisfaction. The truths uttered were terrible, and yet they seemed to be received as savory spiritual food. This sol solemnly - emnly solemnly religious appetency; this moral and intel intellectual - lectual intellectual desire for strong and stimulating aliment too often passed then, as it does now, for that ear earnest - nest earnest seeking after truth, and that thirsting for righteousness, that characterize a healthy Chris Christian - tian Christian mind. Tired with the toils and petty cares of the week; jaded and worn by illness; sick, even of the flowers that spring beside the dry and dusty path with which is associated the routine of daily labor, the spirit turns to almost anything for relief. It is well, perhaps, that it is so - per so - perhaps - haps so - perhaps not well - bnt of the fact that the amusement of thousands of pious souls is obtained uncon unconsciously, - sciously, unconsciously, in the house of God, there is no doubt. The heart expands in the light of a crowd of friendly eyes, the intellect is roused to action by contact with a thinking mind and the entertain entertainment - ment entertainment of new thoughts, the whole being, diverted from its beaten tnick, feels within it a new life, and, while many feel that they have passed through a new religious experience, they have only won what might have been as well or better obtained in the lecture room or the social assem assembly - bly, assembly - relaxation, and the recreation that springs from new impressions. At the termination of the services of the morn morning, - ing, morning, little Mary Woodcock, who had sat with her eyes fixed upon Mary Pynchon through the great greater - er greater portion of the time they had occupied, rose, and stood by the door, while the congregation passed her in retiring. The look of recognition and the smile for which she waited were at last secured, and she turned half reluctantly to leave the house. During all this time, Peter Trimble, with a respectfulness for which he was not noto notorious, - rious, notorious, had lingered behind the congregation, and allowed them to precede him in the way home homeward. - ward. homeward. As the little girl left the door, he was at her side. Slightly touching her arm, as if he imagined that he was touching the most costly fabric, he said, in his.most impertinent and sly way, ' some folks wear good clothes, and some folks wear poor clothes. Some people's fathers are rich - richand and richand some aint. You dont remember what that hood cost do you? It's beautiful, it's - ' I wish you'd go 'long off, and go home,' ex exclaimed - claimed exclaimed Mary, turning upon him, her eyes flash flashing - ing flashing with anger. ' But Molly, where d' you get your new clothes ?' persisted Peter, iu his Wntcring way. ' None of your business, you plague,' replied Mary in the same angry voice. ' Well, do you know there's been several things missed from the clothes lines lately, round here? insinuated the remorseless Peter. ' Some people lays it to Injuns, and some don't.' - If you don't let me aloue, I'll go back and tell

'I do not chop logic on Sunday,' replied the brother, with a faint smile. During the progress of this conversation, Mrs Pynchon had been exercised in n somewhat sin singular - gular singular manner. She reverenced her husband, but loved her son, and she saw and very thoroughly apprehended the nature of their difference. - Therefore, with a wish to reconcile their views, and strike a fair balance between them, she had arranged her ideas for a remark or two, but, by * perverse misfortune, they liecamc confused be before - fore before she had fairly commenced their utterance. 'I think,' said the old lady, 'that anybody who gets offended with a good, gospel sermon, is not worth minding anything about. I don't say any anything - thing anything against Goodman Woodcock, but Ido say that when we've got a good minister, we ought to - to make the most of him,' Islightly breaking down) 'especially - especially,' (losing tbe thread entirely) 'as we pay him a better salary than we can afford, and have settled the ministry lands on him.' This resolution of the discussion was conclusive, if not satisfactory, and as the family drew back from the table, John pointed his finger to the window and exclaimed, somewhat excitedly, 'there comes John Woodcock, father!' .Ml turned their eyes in the direction indicated. He came towards the house with a lowering brow, bearing in his bond a small bundle, tied up in a cotton handkerchief. He knocked at tbe door, und was admitted. During all this time, Peter Trimble had stood, waiting in the room the con conclusion - clusion conclusion of the meal, and hod not only taken ob observation - servation observation of everything within the reach of his active vision, but hod carefully noted and remem remembered - bered remembered the nature and bearing of the conversation. No sooner was John Woodcock's coming an announced, - nounced, announced, however, titan he turned extremely pale in the face, and trembled in every limb. Hight was not feasible, or he would have fled. As Wood Woodcock - cock Woodcock entered the room, be walked up to the lad, planted his huge band upon his trembling bead, and, gathering his stiffly curling hair within the grasp of his fingers, turned his face back in or order - der order to bring it to a proper angle of observation. The tears began to ooze from the boy's eyes as if Woodcock were wringing water from his hair, or had the fountain of tears directly under pressure. 'You beautiful feller, you,' said Woodcock, 'how glad you be to see me. Don't know when I've met any body in some time that was so over overcome. - come. overcome. You darlin'boy! You musn't let your feelins get the start of you in this 'ere way. You're too delicate for This country. P'raps you never heerd of a little roastin' pig that went squealin and squealin round, and stickin his nose into children's porringers, and rootin up people's garden patches, till the butcher thought he was too tender for this world, and accidentally run a knife into his jugiars, did you? It's awful to be tender. I've known people to lose all the hair they had that way.' - The boy had withstood the torture as long as lie could, without absolutely l>cllowing with pain, and as the premonitions of an unpleasant outcry made themselves manifest, Woodcock relaxed his grasp upon the hair, and, looking him in the face a moment longer, removed his hand, and apologeti apologetically - cally apologetically expressed the hope that he had not detained bim from dinner,or interrupted any important bus business. - iness. business. The lad needed no bint from any quarter to induce him to retire, and the moment be was released, he left the house. John Pynchon watched him with a not ungratified air, as he walked homewards jerking his head with a half halfrotary - rotary halfrotary nod, which might have been taken as an expression of impotent anger, or a wish to ascer ascertain - tain ascertain whether that organ was still in location. As he retired. Woodcock turned t^the family, and, with an earnest and respectful look, which was somehow tinged with his late anger, he said, 'I beg pardon for skinning my eels here, but I thought I'd 'tend to it, 'fore they slipped out of my fingers. I didn't come here to do it, cause I didn't know the boy was here, but I'm glad it's done and over with, and I guess he is. I come here to do a harder job. I've been thinkin, since I went out this mornin, that savin me wont hard hardly - ly hardly P»y> when you come to take it all, round - the trouble its costin others - and the trouble its costin me. It's so natural for me to hate a mean man, and a narrer man, that I know I never'd learn to like one without gettin mean and narrer myself. Mr Moxon and I can't hiteh bosses together. Come to tie to the same post, there'll be bitin and kickin.' Mr Py&thon suggested that perhaps Woodcock had better sleep upon his anger, or at least defer what be might have to say until another day. 'No, Square,' said Woodcock, 'you musn't choke me off - let me go through this time, and I won't bother you again. I know it aint proper Sunday business,but I want to get it off my mind. As I was sayin, savin me won't pay. There aint but one way to do it, and it seems's 'ougli that would spile me. I can't give up hatin men that it aint nater to love, and if I did get so I could kind o' stand 'em, I couldn't foller their halter nor work in their harness.' The family listened to this singular demonstra demonstration - tion demonstration in silence. Henry Smith sat uneasily, os if he would like to argue the point, and as if he deemed it the duty of some one to do it, but as his father made no reply, he said nothing. No one except the favorite daughter, Mary, bad the slightest apprehension of the impression that Woodcock made upon Mr Pynchon. This ap apprehension - prehension apprehension was vague, as it must have been, with no more definite communication between them than that borne along the lines of a magnetic sympathy, but it was none the less real for lacking expression. The truth was. that Mr Pyn Pynchon - chon Pynchon was hardly able to speak. He saw in the rough man before him, himself - the form dwarf dwarfed, - ed, dwarfed, the face distorted, and the features dimly de defined, - fined, defined, perhaps, as if the mirror were an agitated pool of turbid water - but still true to the essence of his constitution, and tbe outline of his moral conformation. He despised Woodcock's vices, he lamented his perversity of temper, and was sad saddmed - dmed saddmed in the view of his unehastened will, but he honored the frankness of his nature. stnd that un unbending - bending unbending freedom of his spirit,which led him to feel the touch of a shackle as he would the sting of a viper, and to spurn the one with his hand as he would the other with his heel. Woodcock waited for a moment, for some one to speak, but as every one remained silent, ne walked up to where Mary Pynchon was sitting, and untying,tremblingly, and in silence, the little bundle he still retained in his hand, he placed, one after another, iu her lap, the articles she had given to his daughter. During this movement, he had not looked in her face, but as he conclud concluded - ed concluded it, and placed his handkerchief in his pocket, he caught a vision of her sad eyes, brimming with tears.

Mr Pynchon,'said Mary, stopping firmly In the path, und looking Peter fiercely in the face. 'Tell him of what?' Inquired Peter, coolly. ' What huve I said? Won't you have the good goodness - ness goodness to tell me what I've said? I havn't said anything. I only said some people lays it to In Injuns, - juns, Injuns, nnd some dont. I think it's wild cats.' There was something so tormcntingly insulting in the last insinuation that Mary Involuntarily, and ns quick as lightning, struck him » stinging blow in his face. Peter, for the moment, lost his temper, and, taking the girl by the shoulder, he pitched her into the snow. The scream which she gave as she fell brought the family to the window at Mr Pynchon's bouse, and a beckoning hand called Peter back, while Mary ran crying, at the top of her lungs, towards home. Peter ar arrived - rived arrived at Mr Pynehon's, and was called in, as he expected to be. His cheek was still red with the effect of Mary's blow, which he assured the fam family - ily family was given him by the girl in return for his po politeness - liteness politeness in endeavoring to assist her to rise, after she had accidentallly fallen in the snow. ' 1 am afraid that girl has a temper too much like that of her father,' remarked Henry Smith, who, with his wife, had remained In the house. ' I believe,' said Mary, earnestly, ' that this boy has not told the truth. I think Mary Woodcock would never have struck him had she not been seriously provoked.' Peter protested his innocence iu a tone of voice that showed that his tender spirit had been wounded to the quick, by so terrible an accusa accusation. - tion. accusation. At giis moment, the frugal Sabbath dinner was declared to be in readiness, and he was told to remain until its conclusion, that the matter of his difficulty with the little girl might have a fur further - ther further examination. ' What do you suppose Woodcock retired for to-day?' inquired Ann Smith of her father, as they sat down to dinner. , ' I suppose that he did not like the text which Mr Moxon selected for his discourse,' replied Mr Pynchon. 'The carnal mind is enmity against God,' said Henry Smith, solemnly. ' How little the man understands that the degree of offensiveuess which God's truth possesses for him is the measure of Ids own iniquity, and of his need to have that truth inforced upon him. How little he under understands - stands understands that the more the medicine displeases him, the more he needs it.' ' This may all be very true,' replied Mr Pyn Pynchon, - chon, Pynchon, ' but it seems to me that a little wisdom is necessary in choosing that class of Bible truths for Sabbath themes, that will not drive men be beyond - yond beyond the reach of any truth.' 'All Scripture is profitable,'replied the son. ' The Word of God, in all its purity, is to be preached, whetlier men will hear or whetherthey will forbear. I see not how a man of God can consult expediency in the slightest degree. His duty is plain, and he may only go on and do it, and leave the result with God.' Mr Pynchon had been somewhat in tbe habit pf masking his real opinions and sentiments in relation to many important subjects, while in the presence of his family, because they came in col collision - lision collision with the prevailing opinions and sentiments around him. He felt, perhaps, that were his fam family - ily family to think as freely as himself, they might get into difficulty by a too frank expression of their thoughts, and lie possibly shrank from the re responsibility - sponsibility responsibility of inflicting upon them the doubts and disquietude that spring from conscious differ difference - ence difference with a prevalent faith. But this occasion was too important, and the lesson too necessary, to be neglected. Accordingly, he very fully gave his opinions upon the subject that had been in introduced. - troduced. introduced. ' The office of the Christian minister,' said Mr Pynchon, ' 1 regard as the highest and the noblest which a man can be called upon to assume. The minister is the man who stands in Christ's stead, beseeching his fellow men to be reconciled to God. He is, also, and in the fullest sense, a ser servant - vant servant of Christ, - bound to adopt his policy, to be filled with his spirit, to be informed and inspired with his life, and to overflow, in every word and action, with that love to all mankind that shall lead him in his daily social intercourse, and in his public religious duties, to choose his means of grace with a wisdom and an unfailing percep perception - tion perception of adaptedness that shall render impossible all serious offense. The minister who dwells up upon - on upon some favorite dogma, as if its establishment were of more consequence than the salvation of a soul; who cares more for the maintenance of some point of opinion, in which his personal pride is involved, than the maintenance of faith in some trembling believer; who docs not study every heart with which he comes in contact to see precisely the kind of spiritual food it requires; who deals out his store of threatenings and prom promises - ises promises indiscriminately; or worse - ideals out threat threatenings - enings threatenings where promises were better, is a man not thoroughly furnished for his position, nnd not fitted for his work. My opinion is that a minis minister, - ter, minister, perfectly fitted for his offlea, never offends, and that, if he have any positiveness of charac character, - ter, character, the numberuf his offensive applications of truth will indicate, the measure of his unfitness for his office. Men with the common share' of human reason respect earnestness, honesty and self devotion, wherever they sec it; and when those qualities are united with an all-compre all-comprehending - hending all-comprehending love of those for whom Christ died, that shines in even' smile, is manifest in every action, and modulates the tone of every utterance, sin receives its rebuke in respectful silence, malice melts in meekness, and error, pride and even big bigotry's - otry's bigotry's self, bow, for the moment, at least, to an influence which they have neither the power to resist nor the motive to resept.' ' I believe it - every word of it ' - responded Mary, modestly, but flrmly. ' I would not dispute with my father, certainly,' said Henry Smith, who recognized parental re respect - spect respect as a Christian duty, ' but it seems to me that he virtually apologizes for John Woodcock, and blames Mr Moxon.' 'And I will not dispute with my son,' said Mr Pynchon, with a meaning smile. 'lt is barely possible that John Woodcock is not naturally so bad a man as he is thought to lie, and that Mr Moxon has made a mistake in his treatment of him.' ' Still,' replied the son, with a deferential bow, ' I think it is our duty to yield our assent to the teachings of our ministers. They are placed in the church to watch over us in matters of doc doctrine - trine doctrine and duty, and while it is their duty to be faithful, it is ours to yield to them the respect due their high office.' 'You do not mean, brother,' said Mary, laugh laughing, - ing, laughing, ' that yon would cheat so innocent a thing as an office, of so valuable a thing as respect, by paying its due to its occupant, do you ?'

at him in solemn reproof. Peter Immediately ap appeared - peared appeared to have a vision of an infinitely attenuated cobweb, swinging somewhere In infinite space, and to hare brought to mind some fa/orlte pas passage - sage passage of scripture which, through the almost un unconscious - conscious unconscious machinery of his lips, he endeavored to render literatim to his inmost soul. When the bearer of the rod became satisfied with the Im Impression - pression Impression he had made, he withdrew it, and gave it a convenient standing place near his seat. The assembly bad liecome, during the few brief minutes occupied by tills side scene, an interest interesting - ing interesting and impressive one. The most impressive figure of the group - made so by his age, intellec intellectual - tual intellectual appearance, and dress - was Mr Pynchon. Draped in a long, silver buttoned coat that nearly concealed his deer skin small clothes, and the. puffs and rosettes that marked the junction of the latter with his hose, with a broad collar or band of linen lying flat upon his shoulders, and a closely fitting cap upon his head, he was the impersonation of quiet dignity and patriarchal grace. Near him sat his family - Mrs Pynchon with her stiffly starched and formidable raff, that cast into comparative insignificance the quiet face above and the prim form below; Mary and John, side by side; and Henry Smith and his wife, al already - ready already introduced as the children, respectively, of Mr and Mrs Pynchon. Henry Smith was, us an ancient record of him declares, 'a godly, wise young man,' and both he and his wife bore that impression of earnest seriousness that marked them ns the possessors of aveligion that to them was an all-comprehending, all-informing reality. There, too. was Jehu Burr, the carpenter, a short, pompous man, who had, within a few months, become greatly important in his own eyes for having been sent, in company with Mr Moxon, u deputy to Hartford; and by the side of him his family. Others, whose names need not be called, filled up the large room, and in each corner, near their owners, stood the faithful muskets, which were the companions of the colonists, alike in the field, the forest, and the house of God. It was not until after all these were seated that Mr Moxon appeared, with his wife and one little child following him. Mrs Moxon was a small, nervous looking woman, with a sad expression of countenance, and a wild, wan look about her dark eyes that indicated poor health, and u fa familiar - miliar familiar acquaintance with suffering. While the minister took a central seat reserved for him, his wife and child found an unobtrusive location among the audience, and sat down. Then all was still for a moment, when the door again opened, and John Woodcock walked in, attended by his daughter. He looked around upon the group, and the cold looks which he met in return per performed - formed performed their usual office upon him. His heart hardened as he stood, and he sat down, steeled against every appropriate influence of the time and place. Taking his seat near .the door, and drawing his girl between his knees, he gave him himself - self himself up to his old, rebellious thoughts, and bitter reflections. All was sflence again. The minister sat turning over a book of the Psalms, and giving occasional utterance to an ejaculation intended to prepare his throat for speaking, each time recov recovering - ering recovering from the effort by an inhalation through his nose, that gave forth a peculiar whistling sound which had become familiar to the bojj, and ludi ludicrous - crous ludicrous through Peter Trimble's attempts to imi imitate - tate imitate it. The ejaculation and the whistle were given, at last, with unusual power, when Peter, who sat with his arms folded, very circumspectly, managed to give a sly thrust with his finger into the ribs of his next neighbor, when that individ individual, - ual, individual, already fully charged, gave utterance to an explosive snicker that brought the long stick again into use, and smartly down upon his hard little head. Peter's vision of the infinitely attenuated cob cobweb, - web, cobweb, swinging somewhere in infinite space, was renewed. The space of time between the whistle and the laugli was so small, that they assumed, in every mind, the relation of cause and effect, - so much so, in fact, that Mr Moxon was sensibly irritated and discomposed, and, perhaps, without a thought of what he was dbing, he looked around and caught Woodcock's eye. The expression that he met there did not tend to re-assure him, but he arose nnd offered the opening prayer, and then gave out, to be sung, the first Psalm. " That man hath perfect blessedness, who walketh not astray In counsel of ungodly men, nor stands in sinners' way; Nor sitteth in the scorner's chair; But phiC'th his delight Upon God's law, and meditates on his law day and night. " He shall be like a tree that grows, near planted by a river, Which in his season yields hir. fruit, and his leaf fadeth never; And all he doth shall prosper well. The wicked are not so, 'But like they are unto the chaff, which witid drives to and fro. "In judgment therefore shall not stand such ns ungodly arc; Nor in th' assembly of the just shall wicked men appear. For why ? the way of godly men unto the Lord is known: Whereas the way of wicked men shall quite be overthrown.'' Woodcock listened to the reading of the psalm, and grew angry until it closed. He felt it to be, in effect, a public reprimand, as well as a means of private revenge. So far had he become in incensed - censed incensed towards Mr Moxon, by dwelling on his supposed wrongs, that he believed him incapable of a Christian feeling, - incapable of any feeling, in fact, in which he had, or by possibility could have, any sympathy. Bnt when the singing was commenced, and the full, clear voice of Mary Pynchon - rich in its revelations of hope and trust and peace - interfused itself with, and rose above the harmony of the simple choral, Woodcock closed his eyes, and bowed his head upon his child's shoulder in deep emotion. The huge logs were steaming on the hearth, and the sound, min mingling - gling mingling with the solemn song, brought back a vision of his boyhood. Through the gathering mists of the past, he caught a glimpse of his mother, sing singing - ing singing nt her distaff, and of himself, sitting at the door, looking out into the sweet summer rain. And still the voice sung on, and the old logs hissed on the hearth. And then came up before him a calm, patient sac and reso resolute - lute resolute in its calmness and patience - the face of oue so time to him, so loving and so loyal, that at last, traveling willingly in the hard path over which ho had called her to walk with him, she had faint fainted, - ed, fainted, lain down, and died. And still the voice sung on, and the old logs hissed on the hearth. And then came to him a realization - vague, perhaps, but genuine - of the waywardness of his own

01^ KvpnHtcan. Printed, both Daily mid Weekly, at the Republican Printing Establishment, corner of Sanford and Mar ket streets, Scutxarißin, Mawackubettr, by Daily Papbb#s a year or ten cents a week. Weekly Pai-ku 81.50 a year. THE BAY PATH. A TALE OF EARLY LIFE TJPON THE CONNECTICUT. CHAPTER 111. The Sabbath morning following these occur occurrences - rences occurrences was still, clear and frosty. Not asoul was stirring, and it seemed almost as if the lonely cows of the settlement had forgotten to call to each other from their scattered sheds. At length, when the morning had well advanced, a window in the house of Mr Pynchon was raised, and a small white signal hung out- - an announcement of the hour, by the only time-piece in the settle settlement. - ment. settlement. Immediately, from a house within sight, a sturdy figure came forth, bearing a very singu singularly - larly singularly looking Sabbath burden. It was a drum, on which the bearer proceeded to beat a brisk tattoo, which he continued from one end of the street to the other, with such interruptions in his rhythm as occasional snow drifts and unavoida unavoidable - ble unavoidable missteps would naturally produce. The drum drumbeat - beat drumbeat changed the aspect of the village immediate immediately. - ly. immediately. Men, women and children poured out of their humble dwellings, and bent their steps to-» wards Mr Pynchon's house, no meeting house having been built, and that being the largest house in the settlement,-large enough, too, to hold all the white inhabitants without discomfort. The first individuals who arrived were those the least interested in the occasion - the apprentice boys. Among them were those already intro introduced - duced introduced to the reader, under somewhat suspicious circumstances. The leader of this little company was one Peter Trimble. It was he who opened the door, put his head in to see if everything was right, put it out again to assure his friends tha* the survey was satisfactory, walked in, beckoned the others to follow, walked across the floor, took his seat upon a rough-board, temporary bench, motioned to the others to do the same, and then winked significantly at John Pynchon. John looked at him with gravity, but when he saw Pe Peter - ter Peter thrust his hand into his pocket, and change his little mass of features into a physiognomical tnteijection, and give two or three emphatic for forward - ward forward dodges to his head, as if he would have -aid, ' Oh! John Pynchon, you haven't the small smallest - est smallest possible idea what I've got in my pocket - l'm dying to show it to you,' John could not with withstand - stand withstand the temptation, and, passing quietly across the room, he took his seat near the mysterious Peter. Peter's object was accomplished, and so, without making any further allusion to the con contents - tents contents of a pocket that never had a presentable oc occupant, - cupant, occupant, except in chestnut time, he proceeded to unroll, with slyly rustling whispers, the budget of his gossip. ' Seen old Woodcock lately, John ?' ' Yes.' What did he say?' John looked around the room to see it in was observed, but made no answer. As soon as the stamping nt the door gave opportunity, however, Peter resumed. , - When have you seen old Moxon?' ' I saw Mr Moxon yesterday,' replied John, a tittle indignant, as he knew that his father was lia liable - ble liable to similar familiar treatment. ' Oh! Mr Moxon - yes! well - what did he say ?' ' Said a good many things,' replied John, with his eyes on his father. ' Anything about me ?' ' I didn't hear anything; why?' - Oh! the greatest row you ever see.' ' What was it?' inquired John. ' Oh! the damdest row - yon'vc no idea.' - Anybody hurt?' 'Well no - not exactly hurt, but'twas an old row now, you'd better bTieve.' ' Don't talk quite so loud - tell me about it,' said John, cautiously, his curiosity having been considerably excited. ' Well,'said Peter - 'down to old Woodcock's on a time 'tother night - game o' cards on the board - pipes all round - in come old Moxon, and pitched into us; - old Woodcock drew oft',and let him have - doubled him up - these two fellows left - scat to death - we locked the door, and I made the parson promise not to tell.' ' Peter,' said John, ' I believe you are lying to me. I'll ask the other boys to-morrow.' ' Well - 'twas a great row, wasn't it ?' Oh! you ought to 'a been there.' ' I don't believe a word of it,' said John, his cu curiosity - riosity curiosity having sunk into solemn disappointment and vexation, at being so heartlessly betrayed. Then rising, he took his seat in another part of the room. Peter had only made a commencement of his business. His next care was to cover up his tracks. So, turning to his companions, he in informed - formed informed them in broken whispers of the story he had told John, and how Jphn had swallowed the whole thing, and only wished he had been one of the company at Woodcock's. ' Now mind,' said Peter to the boys, *if John says anything about this to you, you just back me up, and we'll have, the greatest kind of sport out of it.' This last as assurance - surance assurance was eked out with various animated uods, and expressive winks, tending to impress upon their minds the infinite degree of satisfac satisfaction-in - tion-in satisfaction-in store for them, if they would but follow his instructions. Peter was not exactly satisfied with the kind of assent he had obtained to his propositions, and as soon as opportunity offered, by the noise occa occasioned - sioned occasioned by a new arrival, he turned to his com companions, - panions, companions, and, Assuming a threatening aspect Of countenance, and executing several fierce diago diagonal - nal diagonal nods, said, 'you do just as I tell you, now, if you don't, you'll catch it. I'll duck you 111 rub your face in the snow till you can't see. You just try that once - l'll take It out of your hide.' How much further the redoubtable Peter would have proceeded, had it not been for a slight in interruption - terruption interruption that occurred at this moment, it is im impossible - possible impossible to tell, but, as adverse fortune would have it, he had become so much absorbed in his own proceedings that he forgot to keep an eye out for those in progress around him, and just as ho was about to launcli another thunderbolt at the heads of his dumb and fearful friends, he felt a sharp rap upon his own head, and, looking up hurriedly, ho saw above him a long stick, while at the other end of It stood Henry Smith, looking