The Dorset County Express and Agricultural Gazette.
Dorchester, Dorset, England, 1868-12-01 00:00:00

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A SCOTTO TEST Or EVIL PAISMIEION. —Upon one
meesion the BASH had brought with him • Sc .tebnian
of the name of ....Ambito, who was the principal of •
Huguenot 'allege at London. The mother superior
having ia Let &newer to the exorcist said something
about wets r. &reheat desired that the devil Phould be
asked what that we is fileotch. It was admitted that
'hi. was a proof if the moat conclusive kind, as it oould
Oct he iturgin.d that the Huguinot loteigner was in
league •itli the priests ; and as the ritual reeoguires
the knowledge of idealise tongues as • mark of poems-
. aion, the exorciser was fore.' to . that he would put
the iluestiou 10-1 pet initted it.' But to reiterated
ques.ious on tie point the only snow, r returned wis
" nimia curiositaa." On which the exorcist remarked
that in truth the queetion did seem to savour of '• too
great curioety." But on being pressed again, the devil
replitol by the mouth of the mother 'ulterior, " Deus
nee solo." The.e was a general outcry at this bad
geaaanier. And the devil was solemnly charged in the
name of God to speak grammatically. But the same
seeds. "Deus non v01t.," were the only answer that
amid be got to the demand for the Scotch for water.
The exorcist maintained that the questioo was not •
fitting one. The Lieutenant Civil replied that the
question was a reasonable one ; "fer," added he, "you
mry learn from the ritual that you have in your band.
that the power to speak strange and unknown tongues
Is • true test of potsession." The devil knows that
language well enough," replied the ex.,reint, but he does
not chose to speak it. But if you would like that he
should tell you your sin, I will order him to do so
immediately." How strangely vividly athwart all the
Intervening mists of time this rejoinder of the priestu
paints tone the low, stupid, vulgar, 'Build mature of the
man I " I should have no objection," replied the
Lieutenant : and the priest turned to the Mother
Sultrier as if to question her on this subject. But, on
Batik interfering with a remark as to the indecency of
such • prom. ling, be desisted.—:.iiei Poets, ed ted
by Anthony Trollop*, for December.
No Hoeg roa Qoarit ISADILI.A. Mott deposed
soy, reign. are able to indulge In dreamt' of restoration
more or less probable. Been those who have proved
' themselves the least fit to reign have a party in the
country which has throat them forth. Some, whose
faults m kings ore undeniable, rest upon the attach'
wont lb, ir personal qualities have inspired, and span
tie altutot superstitious feeling of loyalty to the
Crown—more conspicuous in tormer days than In
our own. The history of the Stuarts affords striking
examples of this kind of king-worship and fidelity to
wirfortune. In like minuet tho Bourbons, time after
time, have seen the white cockade dyed blood-red In
Heir defence. Even now maoy foreee the day when
the House ef Orleans may &grin be called to preside
over the destinies of France. But DO one, it is pretty
certain, at least in Spain, du dies or believes possible
the restoration of Isabella or of her dynasty. 81xe
has left no friends In the country from which she has
been enpefled. Na private virtues are there to redeem
• long period of misrule. Ph.- must berrelf feel thus,
and that she Is doomed to lasiong exile. No wonder
else looked moureful, and that the tsars etarted to her
eyes when, her last hope of rumour dissipated, she
quitted the Biaritta railway station to suck the hos-
pitality afforded her by an enomy of her race. Bite
Barely then felt the bitterness .4 • misfortune dee to
her own faults. No more Ito and joyLue feasts In
the palate of Madrid, no more dalliance in the plea-
sant grovea of rural residema no more stately pr0.e.11.0011
.e.11.0011 through uncovered crowds. The brillient
edifice of royalty has crumbhil into dust, never to be
restored, and _ . . .

"Dlitchilne Tao zu Aran)o.s •Ind nchon rorbei r
—" Saint Para," edited by Anthony Trollope, for
December.

WHAT THEY SAID •norr IT IN THE CLOOL—When
Miss Sunbury, In the close n• Ex*ter, was first told
of the arrangement that had heen usage at Nunoorr.be
Putney, she said some very hard words aa to the thing
that had been done. She was quite sure that Mrs.
Trevelyan was no better than she should be. Ladies
who were separated from their husbands never wee!
any better than they should be. And what was to be
thought of any woman, who, when separated from her
husband, would pot herself undir the protection of such
• Paladin aa Hugh }Banbury. she heard the tidings of
course from Dorothy, and spoke her mind even to
rothy plainly enough ; butt was to Martha that she
expressed herulf with her fullest vehemence. "We
always knew," she said, "that my brother bad married
an addle.pated silly woman, one of the moat unsuited
to be the mietrees of a clergyman's boas. that ever •
man set eyes on; but I din't tl.ink she'd allow herself
to be led into each • stupid tldng as this." I don't
topsoils the lady has done aoything amiss—sny more
than combing hoc husband's hair, and the like of that."
said Martha. " MAI tell me! Why, by their own
story, she has got a lover." "But be ain't to come after
her down here, I supper... And ea for lover., ma'am,
I'm told that the most of 'em have 'em up in London.
But it don't mean much, only just idle talking and
realliventinx." "When women can't .keep themselves
from idle talking with etrange gentlemen, they are very
far gone on the road to the devil. That's my motion,
and that was everybody's notion a few 3 ears ago. But
now, what with divoreo bills, and woman's rights, and
penny mares and !aloe hair, and married women being
just like toggling girls, and gigxling girls knowing just
as much se married women, when a woman has been
married • year or two 'be lie;.ns to think whether she
Mayn't base more foe for bet money by living asset
from her boabend." "Mi. Dorothy says—" "Oh,
bother what Miss Idorothy ecys! Miss Dorothy only
knows what it bas suited that scamp, her brother, to
toll her. I underetend this woman has come away
bessuoo of a 1n..,; and if that's on. my eisterde•l•ee
Is very wrong to receive her. The temptation of the
Clock House has been too much for her. Ws not toy
defog; that's alL"—" He been At sraa RigAt," by
Anthony Trollop..

AUTUMNAL TREABURB3.
Ere In the Ant them gale
The Summer tie i.f the trees are gone,
The wed, '.l Autumn all around our vale
Have put their glory on.
Where seethe flowers gone to—the bright and beautiful
blogeoms that made out woods and fields so glorious a
few short mouths ago? Nearly all if them are taking
their winter sleep. The young May Violet has finished
her season of sweetness ; the wild Ammon., the first
flower of spring, is at last under the fallen Inane.; the
delicious Sweetbrier, having perfumed our lanes during
the warm days of summer, is now clothed in the
brilliant garb of winter, its orange-red aeries being
nearly as attractive to the eye as ite pink bloom was In
June or Jelly ; hot if the most charming of our spring
and gotnmer tralflguests have departed from our sight,
we have painted leaves and many coloured berries to
corn palate us for their lag, and there are still a few
bright flowers left, more welcome to us, perhaps, from
their very sameness than all the varied blossoms of the
last year. To a portion of theme autumnal tree pare.,
e eontenta of • small basket which I filled yesterday
in &solitary ramble, I intend to devote this sheet o!
paper—so let toe begin to describe my bouquet.
I will piece this handle of berries in the centre of
my vase : it will keep off evil spirits ; at least my Welsh
nurse taught 'me to believe that the wood of the
Mountain Ash possessed a charm against witchee and
"the little people," as she called the fairy folk, who
made the green rings in our meadow, !where I always
found the finest musbroons ; but I kept most carefully
outside the charmed circle when gathering them, lest I
should be "can-led off to dente at their revels for a
thousand years, and only wake up at the expiration of
that time to find my dear mamma, Nurse Bridget, and
all laid," where they now, alas rest, "in the cold
grave."

Next to the ash-berries I will put i ring of col.
ehicum bloeusne ; they look very lovely; their p.de,
&brat' purple colour °entreats well with the peculiar
hue of the fruit. What a singular plant the colchicum
or meadow-saffron I,: its bloom appears in autumn
before the 10re.,; they do not peep forth till the follow.
log spring, and proceed, as do the flowers, direct from
the memos. We get in the colteloot flowers before
foliage. You know of course that the blesume come out
early in the .pring,and the leaves the followings-simmer;
but the Colehimon flowers die off without giving any
signs of either fruit Of foliage. Then, next spring, both
seeds and loaves come forth together ; the germen
develnpe under ground in the bulk, and the fruit rine
on a abort peduncle, ripens about June, and perishes
before the fresh blossom appears.
There are several poetical fictions respecting the
Colchicum, and it Is 'supposed to have been a
favourite pleat of that old enchantress, Medea. She
was born at Colehis, and as the meadowaaffroo
wan originally brought from Natoli, it is very proi
bible she wee well versed in it, desAily properties.
In proper bends, and when administered according
to the directions of the duly qualified medical man,
Colchicum is often a great boon to euffering humanity,
bet many fatal Instances are on record of the mischief
done with it in domestic practice.
Although mother nature has 'not dreamed the col-
chicum blomorn with the garb of leave., I meat place •
little green next to it in my nosegay; and hero is the
eye-bright close at hand.
Famed ruphrvy may not he left metric
That My, dim eyes to wander lemons along.
What a lovely little plant it is, with its elegant pen-
cilled Bowen, and small, light-green, smooth, deeply
toothed leaves. Its yellow rye is said to have sag.
gested the name in iAiID, EON/F.14114, being derived
from the Oreek 11 "joy" or "gladness ;" but some
botanical writers affirm that the appellation was
given in oonseqienee of its efficacy in eye disease*.
Milton tolls us it wu used by Michael, eejoined with
rue, to remove the film which the "false fruit" had
bred in oar first father's " •irtal nerve." The grand
old gardener's domestic medicines were all doubtless
furnished by mother earth. Now some. • small spray
or two of the golden-rod, the Geldretke of O•nouy,
where many persona yet extol its virtuea, as much as
quaint old (Suede did when he cured "Master Cert.
wright, a gentle man of Gears Ione" of a wound in the
bogs by an outward application thereof; sod here let
me introduce a rare bit of Herb-Robert, Oemossum
RobtrOstames, one of our native geranium.. It blooms
from April up to the end of October. and I found such a
aw•at plent of it on an old wall in the course of my
walk, that it brightened the wbo'• scone with its cheer-
ful dower., and forcibly reminded me of these lines ;
(Sh! emblem if • steadfast mind,
Whirh, through the var)iag wenes of life.
Ey genuine piety refined.
Ilnlds 11/I UM nay 'midst storms and strife.
mmnot at this moment remember who they are
written by, but I know they are addressed to the flower
in question.
One more breneh, and my rue and my paper will be
filled. I should by righta have given the oak the first
Plam• The oak chaplet. of the Greeks and Romans,the
eak tree, of the forest of Dodoes, the monarch oaks
of Druidical renown, ell demand that due honour be
6"*.r.,:i.ed,votlittih.v
IC/Nereus Reb poets and naval
and
said
their t emulate arm ponosophece have done
for me to old. praise, and remains
p...o,Aeo....rosd..amre.dosowrighaz vanaldstableoensaatituthwey
.tte,nd.okware zrry
of the deoghtee. of_
the fact.
King, but Our
.13e fact. Vast numbers
would pie if they 'e.t. a'Ce
°rid on them yet, mad so
owod to.
How pretty the oak-apple.... .
on the young branch*s isi ttio—nee'ete—"morlis;K°4l:l
have made • neekh t of boom,lUd br.an-
They really look, now is thiswith gilt
very novel? and I inted ate ofch_asssandshapht,
to te4to
r''''
few rows, for I think that if ""
essld Cs or varnish a I
bright, like the fruit of the hereo.ohoennt, its tcoel
k*k
Mimeo/sly imp_rove their appeoinnee in the n,seever--
daeoratioe.--lifiLiff WiTNII is Hardwitas *seises
GOiesp.