Southern shield., 1851-02-22
The Frozen Dead.

l HC SCClC Ol CulCSl llltCl Col ot LiO Hospice of the grand St. Bernard-a solemn, extraordinary interest, indeed-is tlat off the morgue, or building where the dead bodies of lost travellers are deposited There they are, some of them as when the b'eath of life departed, and the death angel, with his instruments of frost and snow, stfened and embalmed for ages. The floor is thick with namel9ss skulls and bones, and human dust, heaped in confusion. But around the walls are groups of poor sufferers in the very position in which they were found, as rigid as marble, and in this air, by the pre- serving elements of eternal fl oSt, almost as uncrumbling. There is mother and her child, most affecting image of suffering and love. The face of the little one re- mains pressed 10 the mothers bosom, only the back part of the skull being visible, the body enfolded in her careful arms-caI eluI in vain, atfectionate in vain, to shelter her offspring from the elemental wrath of the tempest.
 The snow fell fast and thick, and the hurricane wound them both up in one white shroud and buried them. There is also tall, strong man, standing alone, the face dried and black, but the white unbroken teeth, firmly set and closed, grinning trom cle. The face seems to look at you. from the recesses of the sepulchre, as if it would tell you the story of a death-struggle in the storm. There are other groups more in distinct, but these two are never to be for gotten; and the whole of these dried and frozen remnants of humanity are a terrific demonstration of the fearfulness of this mountain pass, when the elements, let loose in fury, encounter the unhappy traveller You look at this through the grated win dow; there is just enough light to make it solemnly and distinctly visible, and to read in it a powerful record of mental and physical agony, and of maternal love in death. That little child hiding it's face in its mothers bosom, and both frozen 10 death! One can never forget the group, nor the menaento mort, nor the token of deatbless love.
 [Dr. CAeeve''s Wandering Of e Pilgrim.
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 BREvITy IN WoMAN.-We find in q California diary, the following glorifcation of quality we should like. "A man off few words is very well, but Ca woman off few words" is matter open to argument:
 "I encountered the other day, in ravine some three miles distant, among the gold washers, woman from San Jose. She was at work with large wooden bowl by the side of the stream. I asked her how long she had been there, and how much gold she averaged a day. She replied "Three weeks and an ounce.'' Her reply me of an anecdote of the late Judge B., who met a girl returning from market, and asked her, "How deep did you find the stream? what did you get for your butterl" up to the knee and ninepence, ,"I was the reply. "Ah" said the judge to himself, "she Is the girl for me; no words lost there;' turned back, proposed, was ac- cepted, and married the next week; and more happy couple the conjugal bonds never united; the nup;ial lamp never waned; it's ray was steady and clear to the last. Ye who paddle off and on for seven years, and are last, perhaps, capsized, take lesson of the judge. That "up to the knee and ninepence' is worth all the rose letters and rhymes ever pehned."
 
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