The examiner. [volume] (Louisville, Ky.) 1847-1849, 1847-09-11

uiowu6 hct CiOsc u uct eiiu AiSSsH6 "O''
''thai, none of US can tell; it may be
nearer than We think ''But you wont
send me there tonight, will you? and the
child half cried as she asked the question,
you'll let me stay and sleep here !?
"Yes, that you shall, dear little wanderer,
and | think you must need sleep very much,
for you look tired, and your little hand is
very hot" 81 suppose nobody ever comes
back here that's been through the Valley,
continued the child, almost as if thinking
aloud. This touched chord in every
bosom present, that thrilled through them,
for their mourning was yet new for one very
dear to them, who had been suddenly hur-
ried through that valley Of which Maria
spoke. alive been thinking, ma'am, it
would be a terrible thing for a little girl
like me to go there alone without any ar
mour; oh please do let Piety go with me
oh, pray do said the child, wondering
what she could possibly have said TO make
them all cry So At this moment the por-
ter arrived to say he was ready, and Mrs.
Adams desired him to tell Mrs. Walker her
little Maria was safe, but very tired. and she
would either take her home in the morn
ing, Or would be very happy to see the ladies
| if they liked TO come ard fetch her. 81
don't want to go home," said Maria; 81
only want to go back as far as the Wicket
Gate, that | may begin at the beginning"
''Oh, now | see it all - exclaimed she
whom Maria was sure must be Charity /;
"you dear delightful little creature, you've
been reading the Pilgrims Progress till
your little head is turned, as I'm sure mine
would have been at your age, il | had not
had good mamma to explain it all to me ;
and as you never had mamma, how could
you know any thing about it,"
A few judicious questions now drew forth
from Maria the whole story Of her pilgri-
mage, and when her aunts arrived before
breakfast next morning, they were quite
surprised to find her looking so well and
happy and rational, as they had been very
much frightened by Mr.. Watchful's account
of what he called her lightheartedness and
want Of discretion.
Mrs. Adams begged she might be allowed
to stay few days with them; and before
the time came for her departure the beauti-
full allegory which had so much perplexed
her, was made so very plain, that she
thought she must have been extremely stupid
not to have found out the meaning for her
self.
My young readers will, am sure, be
glad to hear that Maria, who has now little
girls of her own, has long since found the
true Wicket Gate, and is anxious to show
to others the privilege Of being permitted to
enter it. Few in the present day have not
greater advantages than she had and il
any are induced to ask themselves the ques-
ton, whether, with superior instruction, they
are equally in earnest to obtain in the days
of health, Piety for their companion through
that dark valley, which sooner or later all
must tread, my story will not have been
written i'm vain.
A FLEET OF PELIcANs.-It is a pleas
ant sight to see flock of pelicans fishing.
A dozen or more are flying on heavy, flag
ging wing over the sea, the long neck
doubled on the back, 80 that the beak seems
to protrude from the breast. Suddenly, a
little ruffling Of the water arrests their at.
tention; and with wings half closed, down
each plunges with resounding plash, and
in an instant energies to the surface with a
fish. The beak is held aloft, snap or
two is made, the huge pouch is seen for a
moment distended, then collapses as before /;
and heavily the bird raises to wing, and
again beats over the surface with its fellows.
1t is worthy Of observation that the pelican
invariably performs a somerset under the
surface; for descending, as he always does.
diagonally, not perpendicularly. the. head
emerges looking in an opposite direction to
that in which it was looking before. When
the morning appetite is satiated, they sit
calmly on the heaving surface, looking
much like miniature neet.--Gosses Birds
Of Jamaica.
The Rev. Sydney Smith observes of the de.
lights Of tropical chimes:
''lnsects are the curse oftrOpical climates
The hete rouge lays the foundation of tire.
mendous ulcer. In moment you are Gov.
cred with ticks. Chigoes bury themselves in
your flesh, and hatch a large colony Of young
chigoes in few hours They will not live
together, but every chigoe sets up a sepa.
rate ulcer, and has his own private portion
Of pus. Flies get entry into your mouth,
into your eyes, into your nose you eat flies,
drink flies. and breathe flies. Lizards, cock.
reaches, and snakes get into the bed ants
eat up the books; SCORPIONS sting you on
the foot. Every thing bites, stings, or
bruises; every second Of your existence
you are wounded by some piece of animal
life that nobody has ever seen before, except
Swammerdam and Merriam. An insect
with eleven legs is swimming in your tea.
cup, nondescri pit with nine wings is strug.
Cling in the small beer. or a caterpillar
with several dozen eyes in bis belly is
Fastening over the bread and butter! All
nature is alive, and seems to be gathering all
her chronological hosts to cat you up, as
you are standing, out of your coat, waist
coat, and breeches. Such are the tropics.
All this renone;les us to our dews, fos., va
pours, and drizzle-to our apothecaries rush.
ing about with gargles and tinctures-to
our old, British, constitutional coughs, sore
throats, and swelled faces"
The WORLD HATES PxErENcE NOT PIE.
TY.-lt is not true, as this bad writer JDr.
Styles is perpetually saying, that the world
hates Piety. The modest and unobhusiye
piety which fills the heart with all human
charities, and makes man gentle to others
and severe to himself, is an object Of univer-
sal 1--we and vonopot.on Q.,x 4