TO PATRONS AND CORRESPONDENTS. In presenting the second number of the TALISMAN, we have to acknowledge the aid, we have received in the prosecution of our plan. To those who have interested themselves to procure subscribers, we tender our thanks, and hope by unwearied exertions to merit their continued favors. We have several communications on hand, which we have not yet concluded to use. To our correspondent P. we will say, that "he hath music in his soul," but the "voice of the Buds" is not sufficiently intelligible to ordinary capacities, to induce us to insert it. We would offer a single general remark which we do not apply to P. "that as all is not gold that glistens," so all is not poetry that rhymes. SUMMARY. The Liberal party have prevailed in the French Chamber of Deputies, in electing a President of that body, from one of their num. ber, who has been approved by the King. The iron roof of the Royal Brunswick Theatre, in London, recently fell, while the company were assembled at rehearsal, ten of whom were killed, and many others were more or less wounded. The votes for Governor, in 159, towns, are, for Lincoln 18,483, and for Morton 3350. The survey of the Western Railway has been commenced at Needham, and will doubtless be completed as soon as possible. The votes in 40 towns, heard from, on the subject of dividing Worcester and Middlesex Counties, for the purpose of forming a new one, were 649 yeas, and 3536 nays-nearly as six to one. John W. Lincoln, Edmund Cushing, Joseph Estabrook, and Joseph Davis, have been elected Senators for the County of Worcesterone vacancy. Jared Weed, Aaron Tufts, William Eaton, and Edmund Cushing, have been appointed County Commissioners for the County of Wor cester. Our summary of domestic occurrences must be both meagre and of little interest. VARIETY. He who has a low forehead,and full of wrinkles, will look like a monkey. He who has a high forehead will have his eyes under it, and will live all the days of his life, and that is infallible. foam and no bridle; but these are not hard A great mouth from ear to ear signifies much mouthed, but all mouth. A little mouth drawn up like a purse denotes darkness within, and looks more like a loop-hole than a window. A watery mouth, that splutters when it speaks, and overflows when it laughs, will have need of a bib. FIR -The dwelling house of Benjamin Snow, Fitchburg, was consumed with part An Irishman who was employed on the caof its contents, on Wednesday evening last.-nal last spring, was observed one day attenThe fire was discovered about half past one o'clock, and is supposed to have been accidental. Eighteen hundred dollars was insured on the buildings burnt, by the Worcester Mutual Fire Insurance Company, and is the first loss of any kind that has happened to the Company since its incorporation in 1824. tively watching a red headed wood-pecker, while it was tapping a beech tree. On being asked what attracted his attention, he said, "I'm speering at the strange baste upon yonder tree-for sure enough the silly crathur has knocked bis face against it, till his head is a gore of bluid. POETRY. FROM THE PROVIDENCE PATRIOT. A Danish Journal offers the following anecdote. "During several months past, a number of individuals especially young men bewildered by ambition, have thrown themselves from the Round Tower; and to prevent these misfortunes, it has been found necessary to station sentinels at that place. The same precaution is resorted to in Norway, with regard to a lake in the neighborhood of Bergen. In a basin extremely deep, surrounded by projecting rocks, the lake spreads its still and motionless water, so effectually concealed from the light of day, that the stars may be discerned in the fluid at noon-day. The birds, conscious of a kind of attractive power resident in this vast gulf, dare not attempt to pass it.-Whoever visits it, after having, with exertions, clambered up the barrier of rocks around it, experiences a most uncontrollable desire to throw himself into this heaven reversed. It may be referred to the same kind of delusive feeling which is suffered when in a small boat, crossing a still water, which is so very transparent, that every stone at the bottom may be seen; it seems to invite the passenger who feels willing to comply. The Norwegians attribute this sensation to the magc power of the nymphs, or Nixes, who are still supposed to people every river and lake in the romantic districts of Scandinavia." WILD is the scene-the silent lake, Save rifted oak upon the steep. And hold the heart in which this song And brings not the memory, The scenes of love, the sunny hours, That, when the heart was young and free, Light, they eclipse the mountain snow- But gaze not long upon the wave, And the still waters closing o'er FROM THE VERMONT STATESMAN. The sketch below, was written by a young lady of the Troy Female Seminary, when in the fifteenth year of her age, and addressed to another young lady of the same school. The one who wrote it is now dead, and many other parts of the prophecy are fulfilled with striking accuracy. THE PROPHECY. Let me gaze awhile on that marble brow, no worse. The tide of sorrow and the sea of grief, THE Worcester Talisman, NO. 3. POPULAR TALES. THE BALL. BY MRS. HOFLAND. MAY 3, 1828. "Even if I were not prevented by this unlooked-for engagement from accompanying you to the ball to-night, my love," said the honorable Alfred Seymour to his beautiful young wife, "you must nevertheless have declined it, for the child is evidently unwell; look, how the pulse throbs in this little throat, Sophia!" 'So they always do, I believe. I really wish you were less of a croaker, and candle-maker, my dear; however, to make you easy, I will send for Doctor Davis immediately as to the ball, as I am expected, and have gone to the trouble and expense of a new dress, and have not been out for such a long, long time, really I think I ought to go.' "You would not leave my boy, lady Sophia, if"-"not if there is the least danger, certainly; nor if the doctor should pronounce it ill; but I do not believe it is so; I see nothing particular about the child for my part.' As the young mother said this, she cast her eyes on the child, and saw in its little heavy eyes something, which she felt assured, was particular-she saw, moreover, more strikingly than ever, the likeness it bore to a justly beloved husband, and in a tone of self-correction added, 'poor little fellow, I do not think you are quite the thing; and should it prove so, mama will not leave you for the world.' The countenance of the father brightened. and he departed, assured that the claims of nature would soon fully triumph over any little lingering love of dissipation, struggling for accustomed indulgence; and, as he bade her good bye, he did not wonder that a star so brilliant desired to exhibit its rays in the high- || est circle of fashion. Nevertheless, as he could not be present himself, he thought, on the whole, it was better she should be absent. A young uobleman, who had been his rival, and worn the willow some time after their marriage, had lately paid marked attention to a young beauty every way likely to console him; and Mr. Seymour thought it would be a great pity if his wife's blaze of beauty, appearing suddenly before him, after it had so long been withdrawn, should indispose his heart toward a connexion every way likely to prove happy. VOL. I. Unfortunately, the fond husband gave indication of his admiration alike in looks and words, and as the fair young mother turned from him to her mirror, she felt for a moment displeased that her liege lord should be less solicitous than herself to witch the world' with her beauty; and whilst in this humor, she called her maid to shew her the turban and dress in which she intended to appear.' "Lauk, my lady! why sure you intends it yet. Did any body ever hear of such a thing as going for to stay at home, when you are all prepared? You have been out of sight ever so long; and you are a thousand times more beautifuller than you ever was. Ah! I knowS what I knows. Miss Somerville may look twice ere she catches my lord, if so be he sees you in this here plume; cold broth is soon warmed,' they say." 6 Could it be that this vulgar nonsense-the senseless tirade of low flattery and thoughtless stimulation to error-could affect the mind of the high-born and highly educated Lady Sophia? Alas! yes-a slight spark will ignite dormant vanity; and the love of momentary triumph surpass the more generous wish of giving happiness to others, in a sphere distinct from our own. The new dress was tried on; its effect extolled by the maid, and admitted by the lady. The carriage was announced, and she was actually descending when the low wail of the baby broke on her ear, and she recollected that in the confusion of her mind, during the time devoted to dress and anticipated triumph, she had forgotten to send for the medical friend of the family. Angry with herself, in the first moment of repentance, she determined to remain at home; but, unfortunately, she reconsidered, and went before the arrival of the doctor. 'Tis true, she left messages, and various orders, and so far fulfilled a mother's duties; but she closed her eyes to the evident weakness of her boy, and contented herself with determining to return as soon as possible. Who could return, while they found themselves the admired of all, and when, at least, the adoration of eyes saluted her from him, whom she well knew it was cruelty, or sin, to attract. The observation forced upon her of Miss Somerville's melancholy looks, told her this, and compelled her to recollect that she was without her husband, and therefore likely to be closely watched. She found that in the midst of triumph, we may be humbled-in the midst of pleasure, pained; and she resolved to fly from the scene of gaiety, more quickly than she had come. But numerous delays arose, each of which harassed her spirits not less than they retarded her movements. She became at length, so annoyed, as to lose all her bloom, and hear herself as much condoled with, as she had before been congratulated. She felt ill, and was aware that she had a right to expect reproaches from her husband, not less on account of herself, than her child; and whilst in this state of perplexity, was summoned to her carriage by servants whose messages from home increased ber distress. The young mother arrived in time to see the face of her dying child distorted by convulsions, and to meet from her husband, anger, reproach, and contempt. She was terrified to witness the death of the innocent being, she had forsaken in a moment so critical; and bitter was the sorrow and remorse, which arose from offending him, who had hitherto loved her so fondly, and esteemed her so highly. These emotions, combining with other causes, soon rendered her the inhabitant of a sick bed, and converted a house so lately the abode of happiness and hope, into a scene of sorrow, anxiety, and death. Lady Sophia, after much suffering, recovered her health; but when she left her chamber, she could not help being sensible that her husband's confidence was withdrawn from her, though pity and kindness were shown to her situation. Entire silence about the past, was the utmost act of tenderness to which Mr. Seymour could bring himself on a subject which had wounded him so deeply, and which recurred with renewed pain, when all anxiety was removed for the life of one still dear, but no longer invaluable. || when the basket was deposited in the shade, and he stood on the edge to look over the tremendous precipice, his wonder was immeasurable. He spread away his half acre palms into the air; his anaconda sinuosities uncoiled, and he stood on tiptoes, with his seven feet relieved against the sky, like a saint on the eve of translation. He was alrea ly beginning to feel very like an eagle, when his liege mistress pulled him by the coat to recall bis wing for her accommodation. She leaned on his arm, and to his utter agony, looked over the brink with the coolness of a mountaineer. He died a thousand deaths, before she could convince him that she was safe. Then, indeed he resumed his character. They stood on the shelf which bangs over the head of the glen, like the arch of a huge caven, holding a dialogue, of which Job's part was simply the insertion of his apSophy proving guttural in the right places. was eloquent; and indeed she might be for the scene would hold up its head in Switzerland. The chasm into which the water fails, is an abrupt sinking in of a perpendicular section of the mountain to the depth of three hundred feet. There is no gradual falling off as you approach; nothing to make you suspect you are in such a vicinity, till you stand at a moment's notice, on the very brink. With all its amazing depth, the width of the glen is scarcely more than a gallant stag would leap; and, with the indistinctness of its deep shadows, and the dense mist from the fall, a cooler head than our hero's might have fancied it the" decensus Averni." The lady Sophy was quite too impassioned. She had kept pace with Job's ideas of the grand, and it was enough to lay her up body and soul, in his heart, imperishable as a mummy. But when she looked up and proposed a descent to the bottom, Job was in a perfect parenthesis. He yielded mechanically to the light impulse of her arm, and they reached the bottom in safety. Job looked up and saw a strip of the blue sky, and the water of this fall pouring apparently from its very bosom ; he saw the giant walls piled up around him, and the stream winding away from the basin between the huge fragments of rock, like a And all this misery, the fearful prospect of a long life embittered by self-reproach, useless regret, and lost affection, was purchased by a new dress, and an ignorant waiting-maid; a risk so full of danger, and so fatal in effect was incurred, to strike a man already refused, and wound a woman, who never injured her. Such are the despicable efforts of vanity for tempo-vein of silver uncovered by the mighty conrary distinction; and such the deplorable consequences of quitting the tender offices of affection, and transgressing the requisitions of duty. MISCELLANY. JOB CLARK. CONCLUDED FROM OUR LAST. Early in the day they stood on the brow overhanging the glen. The inconsiderable brook which makes the fall,slide smoothly over the platform of rock beneath them, and was scattered in its descent like an April rain. It was very beautiful. Job admired it because Miss Sophy honoured it with a smile; but vulsion of the mountain; he saw every thing but just what he should have seen,-that the lady Sophy had fainted! Her bonnet had been thrown aside; her light hair inclined back from her forehead, and one arm had been stretched towards her companion in a He disvain attempt to arrest his attention. covered her at last, and never was knight in such a quandary. Two minutes were spent in jumping from one rock to another, without any conceivable object; and then making a calabash of his bony hands, with as many boles between his fingers as would have let out the Red Sea, endeavored to get water to the lady's brow. This of course would never do ; and with a magnanimous defiance of etiquette Job took her up like a kitten, and dipping her head the cabalistical three times three, sat her Mr. Clark!' said Miss Sophy; and then " No, Miss!' "Romantic!' 'No--not now.' Well! I give up! how do you feel?' Let Can you not? Why, then it's a desperate case; for I'm sure I can't relieve you. me see however-where is your disorder?' Job laid his hand on his heart. It was kicking like a bagged animal. In your heart! bless me! have you committed a crime? Love-or murder?" 'I dare not tell you!' 'I don't wish you to tell me. Cross your fingers, and answer my questions. How long did you walk by moonlight after I left you last evening?" Until twelve.' And how much poetry did you commit?" 'Ten verses.' 'And did you dream?' · Yes.' 'About Cupid and the angels?" 'About an angel.' 'Bravely! are you feverish? Give me your pulse!' and the beautiful girl laid her fingers upon his rough arm, and looked up in his face with the gravity of a Sangrado. Fifty strokes a minute! dangerous! very dangerous! How long since you were attacked?" 'I have felt so for months.' 'Impossible! It's a love case clearly. I must raise the lady. Go and cut me a wand! I will play the wizzard.' weary-so if you would not have me drop into another syncope, and be hung for intention to drown, tell me the lady, and we'll step out of the charmed ring.' Job was fearfully bewildered. He twirled his thumbs, and convulsed his button holes, and patted with his foot-but all in vain. The lady put on her hat, and flourished her divining rod over him. Allons! Mr. Clark! obstinate creature that you are,' said she, 'do you know whom you have offended? 'A lady who is every thing she should be.' 'No, indeed! but you are bound to believe me an angel.' If she had told him she was the lost Pleiad he would have believed her. The digression however had given him courage, and he felt as if he could do a hazardous thing. Miss Sophy-(there was desperation in his tone)-Miss Sophy! I must speak!' 'I listen'—said the lady. She resumed her position on the rock, and Job bolted out a declaration, as if the words had been hot lava. She kept her gravity and looked even serious and distressed until be had concluded, when her mirth became uncontrollable. She leaned back against the rock, and her loud laugh went up the glen like the carol of a convulsed bird. I never could persuade my chum to give me any further particulars; but soon after he has finished the story I am sure to hear him humming If she be not fair for me, What care I how fair she be. The Token. THE ROYAL HOUSE OF STUART.-By reverting to the history of England, it will be seen that a singular fatality appeared to follow in the train of the royal line of Stuarts. History does not record a race that were so steadily unfortunate. Their calamities continued with unabating succession during 390 years. Robert 3d broke his heart because his oldest son Robert was starved to death,and his youngest (James) was made a captive. James 1st. after having beheaded three of his nearest kindred, was assassinated by his own uncle ;who was tortured to death for it. James 2d, was slain by the bursting of a cannon. James 3d, when flying from the field of battle, was thrown from his horse and murdered in a cottage, into which he had been taken for assistance. James 4th fell in Flodden field. James Job did as he was commanded. She then ordered him to close his eyes, and repeating a sentence of egregious Polyglot, struck him smartly on the cheek, and demanded the name. 'Sophy! Sophy! Sophy!-but she tho't he was remonstrating, and urged him again for an avowal. He was relieved by the mis-5th died of grief, for the wilful ruin of his army take; but his courage had flashed. Who is it Mr. Clark?' 'I cannot-I must not tell you!" 'But you shall-I insist,'--and she held up her wand threateningly. at Solway Frith. Henry Stuart (Lord Darnley) was assassinated,and blown up in his castle. Mary Stuart was beheaded in England. James 1st and 6th, died not without suspicion of being poisoned by Lord Buckingham.Charles 1st was beheaded at Whitehall.-Charles 2d was exiled for many years. James 2d lost his crown and died in banishment.Ann, after a reign which, though glorious, was 'I thought as much; but I am getting rendered unhappy by party disputes, died of a 'Forgive me! I cannot, you are happy now.' 'Not at all! for my witchery don't work; and besides what has that to do with it? "Nothing!' |