Phenix gazette. [volume] (Alexandria [D.C.]) 1825-1833, 1833-02-25
RIA GAZETTE.
A TALE FOR THE TINES.
FROM The FRENCH.

| A good peasant was returning to his house one
evening, after having worked all day. about
league from the city. He left his house early ia
the morning. and was very much fatisued and
downcast, like the setting sun. As he was en-.
tering the gates Of the city, he met one of his
companions, who said TO him, have you heard
the news? our parson is just dead.' 'Oh, Hea
venD cried the worthy fellow, what will be-
come of the parish!' Wrapped in painful reflec.
ton, he continued to walk towards his abode. -
What will they do!' said he; to morrow is
Sunday--ihere will be no high mass What
will they say in the ci'y when they have 40 high
mass? The young girs wish to communicate,
the old ones to pray. and my wife wants to con.
Tess. What shall "e do?'
While he wa, indulging in these reflections.
he was met by another friend. An, Peter
said he, 'du YOU know the news:' Yes, our
pars0n is dead.' PODh, il il something else
the Judge is dead. and will be buried 'onor-
row. Good heaven;' cried the ppur country.
man, what will become of the district! no
Judge, we are undone! II we had bit Of a re-
| voution, who would come and harangue US in
the market placer who viii protect us now? who
will be our refuge now the Judge is dead:'
A few steps onward our worthy friend met a
third person whom he knew: There is bad
news, rible ne..s STIR ng!' said the new conner
.Wnat itl Hnh V.gn! what NOR terrible
news than the death Of the judge?' Why the
King is dead. ueighbpr Peter. 1t is 10 the news.
papers to day. Gcac,au, Providence, who will
now defend the kipgdun:'
The reflections If the honest peasant we're full
of bitterness aud >nrrow, when he c0gitatcd on
the trrrii,le mi,furtuues which developed them.
selves 10 - short space as quarter Of an hour,
so that when bP entered his cottage he seated
himself with sorrowiui air. ty the chimney cor
ner, uithout saving word 10 his wife, or with
out lifting his little girl on his knee, as was
tils ,su..' custom il. the at .lrggp'
The family were all in conservation almost
equaiins hi, own Peter, Peter. said his old
mother in hollow tone, and, shaking her head,
what Ihink YOU has occurred? The P"pe's dead !;
the new,is stuck Up against the church. Pow
ers above! cried Peter, what will become of the
wurd? Fnc Peter thought the world was gov.
erued by the Pope, ard that the everlasting city
was the capital Of the earth.
The Pope's gone, though, he; 'the kings
dead the Judge has gone tn his last account,
and the parson is buried! Heaven! what will
to morrow produce! Will the sun rise? We
shall no longer labor, no longer SOW. 90 longer
reap. and the poor will die Of faminen
Poor fellow! he sometimes got hold Of news
paper, and remembered often 10 have syen, 'rhe
country in mourning This phrase now occurred
to him--he depicted to himself the whole of
French IN black, and sighed deeply.
HIS night was almost sleepless; at the fist
raw of the sun, however. disturbed at what had
happened, and anticipating all sorts of disasters,
still more fearful, he went out quietly, and in.
stead of taking as usual the wa, to the fields,
he returned towards the great square.
A spring sun was Using in the hOrisonthe
flowers, covered with dew, we're drying them
selves, raising their heads to the sunbeams: the
birds were singing; the turf had renewed lis
verdue. and seemed revived by the freshness Of
the night; the skv was clear; the river full flow.
ing and calm; Peter felt his breath al ease in
spite Of himself; he paused and looked about
him.
The tradesmen we're opening their shops and
sweeping the fronts Of their duors;-the mecha-
MICS were going to their work. sins lug in chorus:
the market was filing with cattle, horses bearing
baskets and carts: children, milk women and
soldiers, were walking about in all dire, mons
sThe deuce. thought Peter. shall be the
onlv one unoccupied? If all the people are On
ing 10 work, they know more OF the matter than
do. They have been told no doubt, a, well as
have, tina. the Pope is dead; yet they work mt
wi,hstanding, and they appear to do all as usual
The birds sing as loudly vas before, and the chill
dren CRY as much as ever.
The worthy laborer reflected for some time,
and then turning towards the piece Of land which
he was cuItivating, with his head erect. and his
mind assured, he went to his plough like drunk
ard to his glass Get up said he, goad'ng his
OK, lit seems that only the pope, the king. the
Judge. and the parson are drad-all the rest of
the world is as yell AZ ever
FIN Ewasiue .flSaeer. Well, Mr.. NJ )"
asked an acquaintance of accelerated horse deaf
err who was leaving Long Pole W the other day,
shave you been paid your billi'-" No." re-