Daily evening star. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1852-1854, 1853-04-14

brother, kneeling by the lighted furnace,
with wild, dreamy stare. Then she lay
down and slept again.
The charcoal burned brightly, its pale
blue flame casting spectral glare over the
face of the kneeling man, so haggard and
death-stricken. The noxious gas began to
fill the room. John ruse and went with un-
STEADY steps to to the window, and eagerly
inhaled the fresh air. Resting his arms
upon the sash, he felt the cold air upon his
cheek, and looked out and upward-there
was the dark blue sky set with stars.
"In which of them, wonder, will we
meet again ?" he said in q wandering way.
Then he tottered from the window to the
bed. The air was sitting. He breathed
only in gasps.
By the bed again, gazing upon them all
wife, sister, children so beautiful in
their slumber.
They began to move restlessly in their
sleep, and murmur half coherent words,
and
Sin the Spring time, John, we'll gather
flowers" said Nelly.
"You'll be better, soon, John, whispered
his wife; and all was quiet again.
Back to the window with unsteady steps
to inhale another mouthful of fresh air, to
take another look at the cold winter stars.
Brighter burns the charcoal-the pale
blue flame hovers there, in the centre of
the room like an Internal halo. And there
is death in the air.
Breathing in gasps, John tottered from
the window again. He took the image in
one hand the candle in the other; and thus
on tip-toe he approached the bed
A very beautiful sight. Little John and
Annie sleeping side by side, glow upon
their cheeks. Nelly and Annie sleeping
hand Joined in hand, and their beautiful
faces invested with smile that was all
quietness and peace. They did not murmur
in their quiet sleep this time
Johns eyes glared strangely as he stood
gazing upon tkem-''And did you think,
Annie, putting his hand upon his head,
''that I'd leave you in this world, to work
and starve, and eat the bitter bread of pow
erty? And you, Nelly, did you think I'd
leave you to slave here, until your soul is
sick, and then, some day when work failed
and starvation looked in at the window, to
sell yourself to some rich scoundrel for
bread? No, wife; no, sister; no, children
i have gathered you up in my arms, and
we're all going together"
He kissed them one by one, and then
tottered back towards his chair, the light
which he held, shining fully over his
withered face and flaming eyes, In one
hand he grasped the marble image He
had gained half the distance to his chair,
when the door opened-a man of middle
age, clad ia sober black, his hair gray, and
his hooked nose supporting gold spec,acles,
appeared on the threshold.
"Ab, Doctor, is that you ?" said John, 81
thought it was the landlord-you're come
too late late, Doctor"
"Heo late =? What mean you, Mr.. Mar
tin?' said the Doctor, advancing into the
room, but starting back again, as he en-
countered the poisoned air.
''Too late, too late!" cried John, the
candle trembling in his unsteady grasp, as
he raised his skeleton-like form to his full
hpipbt sIWo ORC oil ou,od
"Cured? What mean you? How cured"
"Cured of-life," said John, and stepping
quickly forward, he fell dead at the Doctors
feet.
The Doctor seized the light as he fell,
and attempted to raise him from the floor,
but John was dead in his arms.
GENDER AND CASE OF AN EGG.-The fol-