Nor was it the Mexicans alone who suffered. The foreign residents of the town, not expecting a bombardment, but an assault from our army, had remained at their residences; and to use the phrase of the indignant British consul, were caught like so many rats in a trap!' This gentleman informed me, that for a whole week he had not taken off his clothes, and had scarcely slept a moment during the whole of the bombardment. Whenever,' said he, a person did lie down to obtain a little rest, it was with the comforting thought that in all human probability he would have a great bomb-shell come down through the roof of his house, and take up its quarters by his side for a bed-fellow!'

He went on to say, that during the second night of the bombardment he collected together quite a large party of his friends, if I remember rightly, some twenty in number, ladies and gentlemen, who took refuge in the parlor of a large stone house, which being very strong, was thought to be tolerably safe against the incursion of the shells, though they could be heard crashing into the city like a hail-storm, without intermission. But while the party were congratulating themselves upon their probable security, they heard a dreadful crash upon the roof of the house, which made its firm walls tremble, and in an instant the terrible missile landed directly in the centre of the room, and exploded with a blinding glare and deafening roar, shattering down the strong building, and destroying twelve of the unfortunate creatures at one fell 6 swoop In fact, no place was safe; the palace of the grandee and the hut of the wretched peasant shared one common fate.

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In the afternoon I visited the hospital, where the wounded were lying; some in the last mortal agonies; some with their arms blown off, others with their legs broken, and all horribly mutilated. The old, the young, the rich and the poor, male and female, had been gathered in from all parts of the city to this vast receptacle of pain and suffering. Heart-rending moans arose from every quarter of the building; clouds of flies almost darkened the air; and I turned in horror from the sickening sight.

Before night the town was filled with our troops, who kept pouring in, regiments at a time, and a constant stream of baggagewagons were entering at the different gates, from the scene of the capitulation, loaded down with the arms and accoutrements of the vanquished enemy. As the vehicles passed me, rattling over the ruined pavements with their glittering freights, on their way to deposite them for safe keeping in the Castle of San Juan d'Ullio, I could not but think of LONGFELLOW's beautiful and truthful lines:

'Is it, O man, with such discordant noises,
With such accursed instruments as these,
Thou drownest Nature's sweet and kindly voices,
And jarrest the celestial harmonies?

'Were half the power that fills the world with terror,
Were half the wealth bestowed on camps and courts
Given to redeem the human mind from error,
There were no need of arsenals nor forts!'

E. C. H.

'As a Priest, or Interpreter of the Holy, is the noblest and highest of all men, so is a sham-pricst (Scheinpriester,) the falsest and basest.' SARTOR RESARTUS.

'How came you to say, Mr. PARSON,' said the 'DOCTOR,' taking off his gold spectacles, and slowly wiping them with his white mouchoir, 'how came you to say, in your yesterday-morning's sermon, that 'all truths are akin?'

'Simply because I thought so, Doctor. Have you any good reason for thinking they are not?"

The Parson, as he said this, indolently threw his legs at length upon the lounge, and settled back upon the cushion, resting his head upon his hand. The Doctor was already in much the same position his feet nearly touching those of the Parson.

Perhaps not any,' answered the Doctor, in his deliberate way; 'but I would ask a question or two. You affirm that all truths are akin.' Now I should like to know what affinity the fact that the fire on my left is burning has with the fact. for all facts are truths—that the Tattleton Gazette' is issued every Saturday morning?"

In the first place, my dear Doctor, I must object to the phraseology of your question. It is not true that all facts are truths. A fact is not a truth, but the statement of a fact is one.'

'Very well,' said the Doctor; 'go on.'

'You would know what affinity the burning of these coals has with the issuing of the Tattleton Gazette' every Saturday morning?'

Exactly that,' interrupted the Doctor.

And in order to answer this satisfactorily, we must inquire,' proceeded the Parson, 'what the source of all truths is. Manifestly that source is God himself. He produced all facts. Intelligence, taking cognizance of facts, affirms their existence. This affirmation is Truth. Now since Gon is the Supreme Intelligence, and, as creator of all facts, takes cognizance of all, He can affirm the existence of every fact and all. TRUTH, then, universal Truth, resides in HIM alone. As no two truths can contradict each other, and be truths, so they consequently must bear a mutual relation to each other in the Divine Mind, and must be akin.

The Parson here smiled complacently, and changed his legs. The Doctor threw a sly glance at the Lieutenant to see if he was listening; but he was looking into the fire with a fixed gaze, and the Doctor was at fault. So, changing his glance to the face of the 'Squire, who, ensconced in his easy-chair in front of the grate, was composedly paying good attention, the Doctor thus began:

'I am not exactly satisfied, even now; yet I do not mean to find fault with your reasoning, nor your conclusion. Only I must say that you have not answered my question. If I remember rightly, your sermon, Mr. Parson, intimated throughout that there existed a certain mutual dependence between all truths, and that they threw light on each other. Now I will admit that some do. The fact, when discovered, that two lenses placed in a certain position relative to each other, and to the human eye, would enable it to discover objects before invisible from their great distance, assisted to prove the truth which the Copernican system affirmed, and otherwise shed much light on astronomy. The truths developed by comparative anatomy throw much light on the facts of geology and the history of the globe constructed from them. Even it helps to clear up some few popular superstitions. It is said that Cuvier was a trifle skeptical, in his childhood, with regard to the existence of his Satanic Majesty; the solemn asseverations of his pious mother, and the awful warnings of the family priest, to the contrary notwithstanding. There is a myth which affirms, that when in his manhood, and in the height of his celebrity, and when his skepticism on this point had hardened into settled unbelief, he really saw the devil. Cuvier was walking, near night-fall, in a park near Monticello, and had just picked up a snail-shell, partially crushed by what appeared, from the tracks in the gravelled walk, to have been the tread of a deer; when all at once, directly in front of him, appeared approaching, the Grand-duke of Pandemonium, with red-hot glowing eyes, and the appendages with which the old Catholic painters represented him. The walk was narrow, and one or the other must turn out. Cuvier merely looked at the snail-shell, and advanced with meditative step. The devil stalked up to meet him, with his mouth, set with enormous teeth and vomiting sulphurous flame, wide open, and in a fierce under-toné, growled out:

You are the philosopher, are you, that do n't believe in the DEVIL? Turn out, or I'll eat you for supper!'

"You'll eat me, will you?' said Cuvier, composedly, taking out his spectacles and adjusting them, and then coolly surveying the 'Old Nick's' figure from top to toe; 'you 'll EAT me, will you? Let me see: Horns-Cloven feet-HERBIVEROUS. Can't be done!'

His Majesty instantly vanished in a blue vapor, and has not since been seen any where in the vicinity of Monticello. Doubtless his High Mightiness was deeply chagrined that science should thus convict him of a want of taste in the choice of a costume, in which, time out of mind, he had delighted to appear, and which was so much in keeping with his other well-known eccentricities. But although we find nine facts in ten that mutually elucidate each other, (and this is a large proportion to suppose, for hardly two in ten can be shown to do so,) we must not therefore incontinently conclude that in the nature of things all facts bear upon each other. We cannot show that they do; and we should rest satisfied with merely stating that some do. From this view of the matter, I think you were hardly justified in the statement implied in your phrase, All

truths are akin ;' that all facts (or truths, if you will have it thus,) mutually throw light on each other. It is, after all, a matter of small importance; but I hope you will think of the thing in your sermons hereafter, and be a little careful not to draw conclusions hastily.'

'You are right,' said the Parson; but I do not believe another man in the congregation noticed what you have pointed out. A minister has hardly time so to pare down his phrases and arrange his thoughts as to avoid some few such blunders, almost any Sunday.'

'What! what!' gruffly interposed the 'Squire; 'what! what! do you pretend to preach the Truth, and at the same time excuse yourself in this way? Is want of time a good excuse for preaching falsehood from the pulpit? But stop; I am a little too abrupt, and I ask your pardon. Yet this subject of truthfulness is one on which I am very obstinate. I think I ought to be. Perhaps you have never looked at it in the way that I do. I hold that a man is guilty of falsehood just as much when he says a thing is true, without proof of its truth, as when he says a thing is true which he knows to be false. Above all others, a minister should be truthful. He preaches the great truths of the Gospel, insists on their acceptance, and declares GOD to be a lover of truthfulness. The minister pretends to be a teacher of truth, and I hold that he should be also a speaker of the truth. Now I know that you, Mr. Parson, would not for your right hand say a thing was true when you knew it was not; ought you then to say a thing is true when you have no good proof of its truth?'

'Really, Jack,' answered the Parson, I cannot find any fault with you. Your idea is a good one; but I fear that if all ministers should confine themselves strictly to what they actually know from having proved it, there would be but little material for any thing like eloquence left to them. How could we paint the tortures of the damned, or the felicities of the saints in heaven, if we confined ourselves within the limits of your rule?'

Farther I do not

'Well, I believe you would be at fault,' answered the 'Squire; but, after all, I do n't believe you need any such helps in the pulpit. The Scriptures do not describe the future state; nobody has ever come back from the dead to tell us or any one about it; and you yourself do n't know any thing of it, as yet; so if you attempt to describe it, it is all guess-work, and ought to pass for such with sensible men. I hold that the good will be happy and the bad miserable in another world, just as they are in this. inquire; I do not wish to be wise above what is written.' But what I am obstinate about is this: I want every man in the pulp. to tell the truth. If he has got any thing to say that he knows to true, let him say it, and do somebody a little real good. I. heard men who would shrink from saying a thing was false w they did not know it to be so; and yet these same men would, day after Sunday, declare a thing to be true of which they ac knew nothing. The falsehood is as great in the one case as in

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