The miners' express. (Dubuque, Iowa) 1849-1854, 1850-09-04

And OF by bright and sparkling rills
I've sunk in blissful dreams.
NV happiest hours here i've spent, ..
The brightest pleasures known;
There's not Z spot on earth so fair
As this, my own sweet home.
Our wayward hearts may often turn.
Our footsteps Oft may stray;
For thee, sweet home our thOts still yearn,
When we are far away!
love my own endearng home.
What'er my fate may be;
Where'eF my wandering footsteps roam,
My thoughts are still of thee!
The Mountain ofthe Two Lovers.
BIZ LEIGH HUNT.
We forget in what book it was, many years
ago, that we read the story of lover who was
to win his mistress by carrying her to the top
Of = mountain, and how he did win her.
We think the scene was in Switzerland, but the
mountain, though high enough to tax his stout
heart to the uttermost, must have been among
the lowest. Let US fancy it a good lofty hill
in the summer time. It was, at any rate SC
high, that the father of the lady, proud noble.
man, thought it impossible for a young man, sc
burdened, to scale it., For this reason alone, in
scorn, he babe him do it, and his daughter should
be his.
The peasantry assembled in the valley tc
witness SO extraordinary sight. They meas
ured the mountain with their eyes-they com
muned witt, one another, and shook their
heads; but all admired the young man; and
some of his fellows, looking at their mistresses
thought they could do as much. The father was
on horseback, apart and sullen, repenting that
he had subjected his daughter even TO the show
Of such hazard; but he thought it would teach
his interiors lesson. The young man, {the son
of a small land proprietor, who had some pre-
tensions to wealth, though none to nobility
stood, respectful-looking, but confdent-rejoic-
ing in his heart that he should win his mistress,
though at the cost ola noble pain, which he
should hardly think of as pain, considering
who it was he was to carry. Ifhe died for it,
he should at leas. have had her in his arms and
have looked her in the face. To clasp her per-
son in that manner was pleasure he contem-
plated with such transport, as is known only to
real lovers; for none others know how respect
heightens the joy ofdispensing with formality,
and how dispensing with formality enables and
makes grateful the respect
The lady stood by the side Of her father, pale,
DESTROYS, and dreading She thought her lover
would succeed, but only because she thought
him in every respect the noblest of his sex, and
that nothing was too much for his strength and
valor. Great fears came over her, nevertheless.
She knew not what might happen in the chances
common to all. She felt the bitterness of being
herself the burden to him and the task; and
dared neither to look at her father, nor the
mountain. She fixed her eyes now on the
crowd (Which nevertheless she beheld not) and
now on her hand and fingers ends, which she
doubled with pretence-the only deception she
had ever used. Once or twice, daughter or
mother slipped out of the crowd, and coming up
to her, notwithstanding their fears of the Lord
Baron, kissed the hand which she knew not what
to do with.
The father said; "Now, sir, to put an end to
this mummery;" and the lover, turning pale for
the first time, took up the lady.
The spectators rejoice to see the manner in
which he moves off, slow, but secure, and as if
hill; they proceed we'll; he halts an instant be-
fore he gets midway, and seems refusing
something; then ascends at quicker rate; and
now being at the midway point, shifts the lady
from one side to the other. The spectators give
great shout. The baron, with an air of indif-
ference bites the tip of his gauntlet, and then
casts on them an eye of rebuke At the shout;
the lover resumes his way Slow, but not feeble
in his step, yet it gets slower. He stops again,
and they think they see the lady kiss him on
the forehead. The women begin to tremble,
but the men say he will be victorious. He re-
eumes again, he is halfway between the middle
and the top; he rushes, he stoops, he staggers,
but does not fall. Another shout from the men,
and he resumes once more two-thirds Of the
remaining part of the way are conquered. They
are certain the lady kisses him on the forehead
al on the eyes. The women bursts into tears,
and the stoutest men look pale. He ascends
slower than ever, but seems to be more sure.
He hals, but it is only to plant his foot to 60
again, and thus he picks his way, planting his
foot at every step, and then gaining ground with
an effort. The lady lifts up her arms as if to
tighten him. See: he is almost at the top: he
stops, he struggles, he moves sideways, taking
very little steps, and bringing one foot every
time close to the other. Now-he is all but on
the top; he halts again; he is fixed; he staggers.
A groan goes through the multitude. Suddenly
he turns full front towards the top; it is luckily
almost level; he staggers, but it is forward.
Yes, every limb in the multitude makes move
ment as lift would assist him: see, at last, he is
on the top: and down he falls fiat with his burden.
An enormous shout! He has won he has won!
Now he has right to caress his mistress, and
she is caressing him, for neither of them gets
up. If he has tainted, it is with joy, and it is in
her arms.
The Baron put spurs to his horse, the crowd
following him. Half way he is obliged to dis
mount; they ascend the rest of the hill together,
the crowd silent and happy, the Baron ready to
burst with shame and impatience. They reach
ed the top. The lovers are face to face ON the
ground, lady clasping him with both arms, his
lying on each side.
tsTraitor!" exclaimed the Baron, "thou hast
practised this feat before, on purpose to deceive
me. Arise!''
"You cannot expect it, sir" said worthy
man, who was rich enough TO speak his mind
s'Sampson himself might take his rest after such
q deed!''
Part Them said the Baron
Several persons went up, not to part them, but
to congratulate and keep them together These
people look close; they kneel down; they bend
IN ear; they bury their faces upon them aGod
forbid they should ever be parted more" said
veneEshle man, "they can never be-" He turn
ed his old face, streaming with tears, and looked
upon a the Baron: "Sir they are dead
MARRIAGES, BIRTHS AND DEATHS AT PARIS
DURING 1S48- Legitin,ates and Megitimates
We obtain the following valuable statistics from
the N. Y. Commercial Advertiser:
Eight thousand seven hundred and ninety six
were contracted; between bachelors
md maidens, 1896; between bachelors and wild
,ws, 465; between widows and maidens, 799;
ind between widowers and widows, 242.
The number Of births was 1891; that Of
leaths, 90, OsS; the former exceeding the latter
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