Southern reveille. (Port Gibson, Miss.) 1851-185?, 1852-12-08

To-Day Boston literary journal, translates
from one Of hcse the following pleasing story
There arc in Paris two charitable persons.
rich Young and happy, who give especially
70 the blind beggars, out Of pity to these med.
icaats, and not on account Of their dogs.
have seen them hundred times pause before
+ these poor people. smile sadly at their mis-
+ fortune and assist them with full hands. The
poor blind people soon come to know them
they learn tie way which leads to their home,
they arc never repulsed by the porter Of this
noble house they are always certain to reach
the charity Of that dwelling, with closed ewes
1 have no right TO mention the names Of these
two giud hearts Of whom write; only as
mas, give them some name ! shall baptize
them at will in story which reveals tie Sc
crei Of their best charitics-.ha charities Of
tender recollection,
What / am about to tell you is not a &C.
ton, said to me, one day, Frederic q Array,
a college friend Of mine a friend who does
not hate me- What / am about 70 tell you
is not romance It is history-my history
that Of my wife Think that, since our SEP
aration on the benches Of the Law School
have been bind-eDtirely blind. Try toI
listen ard follow me l will carry you to
Swiizerland-and l begin -
1T was in that beautiful country ABOUT
Balcf Of summer evening. had been run
ing all day l was exhausted. Ny eyes had
seen and admired 50 many natural beauties,
that they were dazzled with them / stumb.
led about in the dizziness which seemed Ike q
painful int cation. knocked al the door Of
an excellent inn. lay down; Immediately
fell asleep in good bed. dreamed and my
dreams were charming. Ny friend. only
believe now in the beautiful dreams which /
we have when awake.
Il awoke that day at the loud sound Of a
village song ] imagined Immediately that 1
the sun was up. Ais. no, my friend I
the sua was s,ill asleep, and the night began TO i
seem to me very dark, very terrible. | heard I
suddenly, the song Of birds warbling in the
fields; anl | said 10 myself with kind Of
anxiety, Do the birds sing during the night!
threw myself into the parlor, aud by chance
and feeling NY way, gided along the wall,
my hands at lass reached the panes OF VIA
dow | fastened to open il. | seemed 10
breathe the oi0r0us air which came from the
flowers in the garden, undoubtedly 10 greet
my waking; and | said, witha singular feeling
Of terror The grass, the flowers, and the
shrubs DO not give out their perfumes IN tue
night. / proceeded 70 touch with tremt-
ling hand the side OF the window, and II Felt
hot to nay touch I said, again-'Wo Go not
feel the heat Of the sun in the night time.
{ Halloar I shouted, what o'clock Is IL!
The village belfry condescended 70 answer
me the clock struck twelve.
At the same moment the servant Of the
inn knocked at my chamber door Will the
gentleman breakfast ?! said be; it is noon
At these words l staggered like drum
ken man. ] saw nothing-no person before
me; night, always night. hid my face ~
both my hauds-I murmured some confused
E0rds-my eyes had no more sight, nothing
Dut tears. l fell with my face on the floor
was blind
. >
"When recovered my senses. l found
myself in a carriage, which was rollinga the
wifi speed Of post-horsss; hand, soft and
mall enough to 5e that Of a woman, was gen
liz laid on mine Ihad a travelling compan-
on whom / did not know yet, and | asked,
without seeing her,
where am :"
"0n the road to Germany"
To what charitable friend have i the honor
# speaking, madam
"The Countess Rose de -."
" How comes it, madam that you have ta-
en- pity on my misfortune"
3" Just because you are unfortunate.
" What goodness, madam, for simple tray
Ter, stranger"
+" knew you well enough to recognize you
t our first meeting. have seen you often,
-ery often, during the last winter at Paris in
he saloons Of our embassy aud they called /
'ou Frederic d'Arnay. If may believe the
ofiial indications OF your passport. you de-
ire to travel in Austria, did you not Well. I
ir. l. to) am going to Vienna, ny native /
ountry to my family. This suits wonder
ully and we are travelling together.
Alas. madam what can | see in travel 1
ng"
win you allow me to see for you, Mr..
'redericl"
q thought I was still dreaming in the
hamDer OF the lnn-tnab INC ihusiOhs ~ /"
ision we're about me. Was it reality! 1t {
aemed to me that / kissed with tears the
land Of this woman.-young, pretty, rich,
undoubtedly; aud who found nothing better
Q do with such treasures than to lend her
lime to an unfortunate traveller. give her
strength to poor invalid, her beautiful eyes to
miserable blind man.
We travelled BY easy stage The Countess
hose was a rare and wonderful Antigone. II
was not enough for her, my friend, to take
care OF me, to serve nc. to lead me. she tried
10 comfort me, to cheer and amuseme mo, at a
great cost Of imagination. Of kindness, Of
Wit.
Almost all the friends we meet in this
world bring us their own cuui, without wish
ng to take ours. Il was not thus for me,
With my admirable travelling companidn.-
She might haze found it tedious TO keep up
% long a tete-a.tete with blind man but
ootbine weary or sad ever escaped from her
nears or mouth. OWNED, at every moment.
By sort Of second sight, that Rose was 10.