The Ohio union. [volume] (Ashland, Ohio) 1849-1854, 1853-11-23

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as one published just ten years ago, ye, |
fancied that he must have transferred its
application; and that, in all probability, a
church was now waiting 10 be built, for
which he had adapted his former appeal
he was so urgent, so passionate, so earnest
in his manner. But was mistaken, and
so were many others, whose hands | saw
in their pockels-silver, and in one in
stance piece of gold, and in another two
sous, shining between their fingers. 1t
was simply the warmth of his imagination
that affected him. He now read the Gas
con version; and, 10 my amazement, al
every word where he had clasped bis
hands together in the Gascon; where he
had looked up to before, he looked up TO
heaven again; where he had concentrated
all his fingers in one point on his forehead,
he concentrated them in just the same
print again; where he had thrust his hand
into his waislcoat before, he did so once
more; The tears gushed where they had
gushed before, and irradaied his face
Excepting for the sound Of the syllables,
Gascon and French were the same in the
sercotyped emotions they called up
And this not only tonight, but every
night wherein ho gives his readings,
without the slightest variation in a single
particular. Those in the salon who had
seen him before, assured me that not
glance. smile, gesture, was changed.
Once hear Jasmin read a aerlain poem,
and ten years afterwards you have pre-.
csely the same effects" A strange kind
of enthusiasm, 10 say the least Of il, which
can survive the duplicate repetiions of
years, and come out as fresh as when new
born.
l was, however, unwilling 10 Judge the
poet either hastily or by hearsay--in both
cases, necessarily unjusl-and therefore
waited for his second display.
Ladies, prepare your pockethandker-
chiels," he cried alter moments pause.
81 am going 10 make you all weep. You
have not pockel.handkerchiefs enough with
you-they are too thin. See, have
brought Two fouiards."
A young bride suggested that Madame
la Marluise should send round a salver
with supply of this necessary article.
Jasmin looked enchanted, and exclaimed {:
L" Tres bien tres bien charmanl! +"
many times. But the hint was not adopt.
cd.
Ii must be distinctly understood that all
Jasmin said and did was with the most
perfect good faith and unbroken gravity.
lie began his poem wilhou! the supple
mental handkerchieis. 1t was La Semaine
dun Els-The Week Of a Son-which
fool-nole tells us is historical, the cir.
cumstance having recently occurred in our
part Of The country" The poem is di.
v ded into three parts. Ia the firsta young
boy and girl, Abel and Jeanne, kneelng
in the moonlight before cross by the way.
side, pray to the Sainte Vierge TO cure
their father.
"Molher Of God, Virgin compassionate,
send down thine angel, and cure our sick
father. Our mother will become happy
again; and we, riergeite Mere-Litlle
Virgin Mother-we will love thee yet
more il we can"
The Virgin hears the prayer, for a wo-
man, still young, opening the door Of a
dark house, cries: "Poor little ones, death
has left US. The poison of tho fever is
counteracted; your fathers life is saved.
Come, little lambs, pray to God with
mel! "
Then they all three pray by the side
of an old four-post bed-lilerally, "enlre
quaIre COLONIES dun vicux lit en- serge -
where sleeps the good father Hiaire, form.
erly brave soldier, but now a mason's
servant. This ends the first part.
The second part opens with brief de-
scription Of morning, where the sun shines
through the glass easement "meAded with
paper" Abel glides into his fathers room,
who commands him 10 60 to the house OF
his preceplor to-day, to learn to read and
write for Abel, "more pretty than
strong" is to be hOmms de ieftres, as his
little arms would fail him Il he were tc
handle the rough stones Of his father,
/ trade. And here Jasmin carssed his own
arm, and made as il it were baby's
. smiling and speaking in mignon voice,
, wagging his head roguishly. Father and
son embraced each other four times, and
! for four days all goes "a Vallelua." Blu
. on the fourth Sunday, brutal command
that the father returns TO his work TO-
: morrow, else his place shall be given tc
. another" casts dismay and CONSERVATION
among them all. HilSire declares thai
) he is cured, rises from his bed, and pros.
I trate through weakness. 1t will take a
week yet to re-establish him. A flash o
/ lightning darts through the soul of Abel
He dries his tears, assumes the air of q
man, strength is in his little arms, blush
is on his face, "behold him as he goes out
, and behold him as he erters the house o.
. the brutal master of the masons." Eher
I he returns no longer sorrowlul; honey
was in his mouth, and his eyes were
} smiling"
: "My father, repose; gain strength ant
| courage; thou hast the whole week. Their
thou maysl labor. Some one who loves
thee well will do thy work for thee, and
thou shalt still keep thy place |"
: The third part" Behold our Abel, who
works no longer at the desk, but in the
! workshop" In the evening, become
. again petit monsieur, he, the better tc
deceive his father, speaks of papers and
writings, "and with wink replies 10 the
winks of his mother" "El dun clin
! d'gil repond aux clins d'yeux dc So