The banner. [volume] (Abbeville, S.C.) 1844-1847, 1846-07-08

evil Oy the construction OF stone aQue-
duct from the river Xamapa; but un-
fortunately, after very large sum had
been expended on the work, it was dis
covered that the engineer who construc-
ted 1t had made fatal mistake in not
ascersaining the true level, and the work
was bandoned in despair.
Nornaon's RambZss.
The GODDESS OF REASON. "A
tnong the enormities of the French Re-
volution was the abolishment of the
Christian Religion by the National
Assembly, and the substitute of the wor-
ship of the Goddess" took place in the
Cathedral Of Notre Dame, and is thus
described in the " Histore de la Conven-
ton Rationale -
"The day after the memorable sitting
when the Christian Riligion was abol-
ished, the Festival of Reason was cele-
brated at Notre Dame, which became
the temple of the new divinity. The
most distinguished artists of the Capitol,
musicians and singers were enioined to
assist at the ceremony, under pain of be-
ing suspected and treated as such. The
wife OF Monmoro represented the God
dess; four men dressed in scarlet, carri-
ed her on their shoulders, seated in q
gilt chair adorned with garlands of oak.
She had scarlet cap on her head,
blue mantle over her shoulders, white
tunic covered her body; in one hand
she held a pike, in the other an oak
branch. Before her marched young
woman clothed in white, with tri-colored
girdles and crowned with flowers. The
Legislature with red caps, and the depu-
ties of the sections brought up the rear.
The cortege traversed Paris from
the Hall of the Convention to Notre
Dame. There the Goddess was eleva-
ted on the high alter, where she received
successfully the alteration of all present,
while the young woman filled the air
with incense and perfumes-Hymns in
honor of the occasion were sung, dis
course pronounced, and every one re.
tired; the Goddess no longer borne
uloft, returned on foot or IN hackney
coach"
The GRAVE YARD-The following
eloquent and beautiful extract is from
"The Village Graveyard" written by
the Rev. Mr.. Greenwood of Boston -
II never shun a graveyard; the
thoughtful melancholy which it inspires
is grateful rather than disagreeable to
me; it gives me no paln1o tread on the
green roof of that dark mansion, whose
chambers l must occupy soon; and
often wander from choice to place
where there is neither solitude nor soci-
ety-something human is there but
the folly, the hustle, the yanities, the
pretensions, the pride of humanity are
are there, but the passions
are hushed, and. their spirits are still,
malevolence has lost its power Of harm.
ing, appetite is satiated, ambition lies
low, and just is cold; anger has done
raving, all disputes are ended. all revel-
ry is over, the fellest animosity is deeply
buried and the most dangerous sins are
safely con6ned by the thickly piled
clods of the valley vice is dumb and
powefiess, and Virtue is waiting in ST.
lence Tor the trump OF the archangel
and the voice Of God.
A Busy FELLow-We hear of an
editor down east, who we think is with
out exception the most industrious man
of his time. He is not only his own
compositor, pressman, and devil, but
keeps tavern, is village postmaster,
town clerk, caprain in the militia. :nends
his own boots and shoes, makes patent
Brandreth pills, .peddles essence and tin
ware two days in the week, is parish
sexton and always reads sermons on
Sunday, when the minister happens to
be missing. In addition TO all his occu.
pations, he hasa scolding wife, sixteen
ungrateful and disobedient, children,
and a large circle of needy acquaintan.
ces.-Poor fellow!
"Bless me. how badly that lady
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