Washington telegraph., 1851-02-12
made all echo again.

II know not how I acted, or what I
said-but from time to time heard them
shout. My thoughts were upon my child;
and when the moment came for her TO
appear, l led her oy her little hand TO
make her bow, feelings of pride mingled
with my sadness, for it was Mary, my
child, for whom they shouted, unto whom
they rose, to whom every eye was turned.
I 'But, oh. What a moment for me.
With the hghtness of air she vaulted into
( the saddle. A crack from the masters
whip, and round went the noble steed
like lightning-round the arena so swiftly,
it seemed to me 1t were not half so long.
Then how they applauded. My eye
I followed her as she went, my heart knock
ed against my bosom at each beat, aud
when she stopped TO rest, could no..
speak. 1t was well for me that they saw
it not-they were waving nandkerchiefs,
and sending flowers from every portion
of the place.
.It was triumph. was wild, frantic
with JOY, fear and weakness. Sweetly,
and with grace, she smiled and waved
her tiny arms and hands, as the foaming
steed walked slowly around, to let her
breathe and give her time to rest.
''OH again performing more difficult
feats than before, but with the same ease
and grace. One could not have told, to
have looked on, that she had not done
the same thing months and months be-
fore; SO easy, no effort; SO coolly, no en-
barrassmcut. 1t was through--I breath
ed again.
"But, no-she must come before them,
and l led her out again. | need not tell
vou how they shouted, what they did;
you'll say my brain was turned with love
for my dear child, and would not think |
told the truth.
''And now, one more performance, and
the last that night. On she came, borne by
the best performer in the arena, the
favorite III the place. With what ease
and grace he held her up on high. How
smartly she looked, away up there--ajl
unseIs aud spang!es, glit,erlng SO finely
in the gas light, and he like Hercules
besides her. urging the steed onward to
its utmost powers.
"The most interpd riders are carried
| the swiltest, to enable them to sustain
their balauce-and he was famous for
swiftuess in riding; it seemed as if his
steed flew. No words came from my
lips, though l was in the arena all the
time. ] was not thinking where was,
or what | was doing-all / thought Of
was my child.
"iIigh up i'll the air he threw her,
catching her as easy as if twas play; and
she ciapping her little hands-no fear
had she. How they applauded! Her
triumph was complete.
Each moment brought the performs
ance nearer TO its close, and how [ wish
ed it through! But no! his steed fearing
the whp-trained TO exerting all It's
powers when his rider was Oh his back,
kept OH It's lightning course. And oh,
God. in one unlucky feat he missed her.
l saw her fall-:he horse reared-and
down came his heavy hoof upon my
Mary.
Il cannot tell you what followed.
saw them rise round on every side
There were cries-but l know that pierc-
ing shreks drowned them. | saw blood
red blood-upon my dear chid's face.
had sprung to her ere the horse had
hardly moved, and seizlng her from be-
meath him, and all connected with the
place rushed to my side.
"But she-the beautiful l-she, my idol
lite and hope--a moment before Sc
full of joy--I had clasped to my hear!
a corpse,
cay, she was dead.---dead. like every
thing to me that should be full Of life
dead, and | lived.
Il know no more-no more" said the
poor maniac, as he wiped his dry eyes, as
if there had been enough TO wash away
'1 could have Wept once, but now my
eyes are dry, and [ have no tears to shed
Men tell me that she lies beside her
mothers grave, and tha. for many hours
they could not separate us; but | remem
ber not that it was so. But they brought
me here to this dark place, and shut out
the bright light, and will not let me listen
to the song of birds, or smell the fra
GRANGE of the flowers; they chain me down,
ay. load ME with double manacles as
these. When they have barred the DOORS
ah. they cannot close them to my Mary
l see her now, with the red blood steam
ing down her pale face-'onI let me
see it-away! away
And with tear of real pity, ard aflei
obtang the location of the two graves, /
turned from him, and the massive doors
were again closed and barred upon the
"MANIAC CLOWN"
| IMMIGRANT ARRIVALS IN THE UNITED
STATES Secretary of State nas