The Whig standard., 1843-11-28

head, and his arms were folded on his breast.
Gently she raised the veil from her face, and
Emmett turned TO gaze upon all the world con-
tanned for him--the girl whose sunny brow in
the days of boyhood had been his polar star
Tie maiden who had sometimes made him think
!" the world was all sunshine" The clanking
of the heavy chains sounded like death-knell
10 her ears, and she wept like child. Emmel
said but little, yet he pressed her warmly to his
BOSOM and their feelings held silent meeting
such meeting, methinks, as is only held in
Heaven, only there we part no more. In low
voice he besought her not TO forget him when
the cold grave received his body. He spoke of
bygone days-the happy hours of childhood -
when his hopes were bright and glorious, and
he concluded by requesting her sometimes to
visit the places that were hallowed BY his memo
ry from the earliest days Of infancy, and though
the world pronounce his name with scorn and
contempt, oh he prayed she would cling TO
him with affection, and remember him when all
| others should forget. Hark the church bell
sounded, and he remembered the time of execu-
ton. The turnkey entered, and after dashing
tear from his eye, he separated them from their
| long embrace, and led the lady from The dun
geon AT the entrance she turned, and their
eyes met--they could not say farewell--,he door
swung upon its heavy hinges and they parted
forever. No, not forever. Is there no Heaven
Il,
It's leaves by soft winds famed
She faded, midst Italian flowers
The last of that fair band"
Twas in the land of Italy--it was the gor-
geous time of sunset in ltaly--what a magnifi-
cent scene A pale emaciated girl laid upon
her bed Of death. Oh! was it hard for her to
die, far from her home, in this beautiful land,
where flowers bloom perennial, and the balmy.
air comes freshly to the pining soul. Oh no.
her star had set; the brightness Of her dream
had faded; her heart was broken. When ties
have been formed on earth, close, burning ties,
what is more heart-rending and agonizing to the
spirit, than to find at last the beloved one is
snatched away, and all our loveis given to "pass-
ing flowers" Enough she died the betrothed
OF Robert Emmett, the lovely Ellen Curran. Italy
contains her last remains-its flowers breathe
their fragrance over her grave, and the luling
tones OF the shepherds lutte sound requiem to
her memory
Ancient Mechanics.-Tradition has scarcely
preserved a single anecdote or circumstance re-
latlng to those meritorious men with whom any
OF the useful arts originated; and when, in pro-
cess OF time, history took stand in the temple
OF science, her professors deemed it beneath her
dignity to record inventors of machines or inn
provers Of the useful arts thus nearly all knowl-
edge OF those to whom the world is under the
highest obligations has perished forever. The
scholar mourns and the anuquary weeps over
| the wreck OF ancient learning and art the phi
losopher regrets that sufficient has not been pre-
served to eucidate several interesting discoveries
which history has mentioned, nor to prove that
those principles of science upon which the ac-
ton OF some old machines depended were under
stood; and the mechanic inquiries in vain for the
process by which his predecessors in remote
ages worked the hardest granite without iron,
transported It in masses that astound us, and
used them IN the erection of stupendous build
| lngs, apparently with the facility that modern
Workmen lay bricks raise the lintiIes of doors.
The machines by which they were elevated are
as unknown as the individuals who directed
their movements. We are almost ignorant of
their modes OF working the metals; of the alloys
which rival steel for hardness; Of their furnaces,
crucibles, and moulds; the details of forming
the ennoblins statue, or more useful skillet or
caldron. Did the ancients laminate between
rollers, and draw wire through plates as we do |?
or was III extended by hammers, as some speci-
mems OF both seem 10 show On these and a
thousand other subjects, much uncertainty pre-
walls. Unfortunately, learned men Of old deemed
It part OF wisdom to conceal from the vulgar
all discoveries in science With this view
they wrapped them is mystical figures, that
the people might not comprehend them. The
custom at one time became so general, that
philosophers refused TO leave anything in writ
ting explanatory Of their researches
Acid Of Wood-Hs Effects on Sal and Butter.
An exchange paper makes the following state
ment: !" II has been frequently remarked by
those who are in the habit Of packing butter, thai
It Is kept best put down in stone the next best
IN oak or white ash frkins, the wood of which
had been boiled several hours previous to work
ing, and that butter packed in frkins of unpre.
pared wood, frequently acquired a strong and
oisaSreeable iavor which seriously injured its
qualify. The reason Of this has not been gene
rally understood Mr.. Moir of Scotland has
been instluting series Of experiments on the
subject which appears TO have thrown some
light on the matter He found that most kinds
OF wood contained considerable quantities of ny
rol,gnie acid, which deconposes the salt with
winch II comes in contact. The linden, or bass
wood, was the only wood he found entirely free
but the other kinds he experimented upon were
easily freed from tile acid by boiling three or four