The spirit of democracy. [volume] (Woodsfield, Ohio) 1844-1994, 1852-08-18

/ men, seated rOunu taOle well supplied
with wine and ardent spirits. Our en-
trance was hailed with shouts. Gilbert
was called by the name Of "noble cap
tain" to the head Of the table, and was
suffered disregarded to weep alone.
seated myself at length by the blazing fire.
and then first knew tho real horrors, Of
my destiny.
."From their discourse I gathered that
Gilber; had committed extensive forgeries.
and had that night escaped the pursuit Of
justice. Bumpers of congratuation were
drunk, plans of robberies discussed, and
and the gypsy captain chosen, as the lead
er of the most daring exploits contempla-
ted.
"Since that night, how fearful have been
my vicissitudes! Sometimes as the splen-
didly dressed mistress of private gambling
rooms, have received tine selected dupes
in luxurious boudoir, decoying the VIC
Tins by fascinating smiles into the snares
laid for them by Gilbert, and his associ-
ates. Sometimes, encamping with the
wild gypsy tribe in some hidden dell or
woodland haunt, where their varied spoils
were in safe keeping. Anon, the painted
and tinseled queen of an itinerant show,
when Gilbert enacted the mountebank,
and by the brilliance Of his fascinating
eloQuence drew into his treasury the hard
earned savings oft the rustic gazer.
ITO all those degradations have | sub.
mitted, and now. oh. now, more than ever
has the iron entered into my soul! He
has ceased 10 love me. have become
an encumbrance; my beauty has faded
from exposure and neglect. | have sunk
beneath his blows, and have writhed be-
meath the bitterness of his sarcasms, his
brutal jes,s, his scornlul mockery of my
penitence and tears. have endured the
agony of hunger while he rioted with his
companions in prohigate luxury; and yet,
If the old smile lights up his countenance,
the old look shines forth from his lustrous
eyes. he is again TO me the lover of my
youth. and the past is hideous dream
Oh, woman's heart: how unfathomabe is
thy mystery!"
The manuscript here ended abruptly
How sad moral might be drawn from the
history = this unfortunate! What rare
! gifts Of mind and beauty had the want Of
religion marred and blighted! Had the
Sun Of Righteousness shone upon that ar
| dent heart, its aspirations had been glori.
Gus, its course
"Upward! upward!
Through the doubt and the dismay
Upward! to the perfect day!"
What mournful tragedies are ever
around us. flowing on with the perpetual
under.currel of human life, each hour la.
ded with its mystery and sorrow, sweep.
ing life dim phantoms through the arch Of
time, and burying the fearful records in
the oblivion Of the abyss beyond! How
few of the floating wrecks are snatched
from the darkening tide!
returned the next day to the dwelling
Of Helen, but it was shut up; and in the
daytime appeared as if long deserted
TO the inquiries, the neighbours answer
ed reluctantly that it had long been unin.
habited. and that its last occupants had
been gang of coiners who were now suf.
fering the penalty Of transportation. Of.
ten visited the same district, but all my
aftersearch was in vain, and the fate of
Helen Corrie still remains an undiscover.
ed mystery.
HEALTH INSURANCE COMPANIES.
The Boston Times has some pretty good
hits at these companies. A correspon.
dent says:
A friend meeting another who was pale
and emaciated to skeleton, the other day,
asked him in low tone Of compassion,
Knowing him to have been both sick and
out of work, show he was getting on?"
First rate" replied the invalid with a
wheeling chucke-"l'm laying up money;
I've Just had slow fever, and the doctors
tell me shall have relapse. You know
I've got my health insured"
He mentions another case-a very ro.
bust fellow who volunteers on all forlorn
hopes of small-po ard fevers as watcher,
in the desperate hope Of getting his moneys
worth out of the society.
"He was asked the other day how he
was-"hang i'll" he answered reproach-
fully, 'you know I'm well-never was
such constitution believe. I've bored
auger holes in my boots, but can't catch
cold. If was in Constantinople should
never have the plague. Pm going to the
Circulating Library now to see if can't
get the "Diary Of a Phyacian!'"
1 .
RErALIAroRY.-ln company, an Eng
lish lady, half jocularly, Of course, a,trib-
uted very polite readiness for wine to
the daughters of Erin. III believe that
in Ireland" she observed, sit is quite Gus
tomary for lady, if she only catches the
eye Of gentleman earnestly directed to
her at the dinner table, to say, sport. if
you please" Promptitude is the order Of
the day. "Yes," replied the Irish lady,
not over pleased with the insinua,ion, and
determined to repay it with interest; sand
| Tho prom nfitude takes another direction in