Volcano weekly ledger., 1855-11-17

Mr.. Brown made no reply but shook his head.
" You have not All, if | could get one, |
would set the balloon on fire; and then, when
reduced to ashes, it would be much lighter !
When you first saw me this morning, ] was
examining the stupid faces of yon crowd, to
see if the dark foreign one of my Emmas
robber might be among them"
1t was evident to poor Mr. Brown that his
companion was a confirmed lunatic. A sud-
den idea struck him.
What is your name y he asked
Gerald Annesley"
"The very same !"
know where the wretch lives who stole
your child; We are now just above the spot
Draw the valve, Mr. Annesey and ina short
time You will embrace your Emma !"
NO no, You are deceiving me. My En-
ma is not on earth; she is in Heaven Last
night she appeared to me in dream, and told
me so. That's the reason | want to ascend
higher and higher, Come, my friend help
me; let us both blow as hard as we can on the
balloon. AS we are beneath our breath must
help il to rise Blow blow p Mr. Brown,
moved by terror, tried to obey.
at does not stir Come, mount on my
shoulders and push the balloon 7" And with
out consulting him any further, the giant
caught him up as if he had been feather,
and held him upaboye his head, saying: "Now
push the balloon!" The unucky victim tried
to obey, but the blood blinded his eyes There
was horrible buzzng in his ears, and lights
flashed before him. Fora moment, he thought
of throwing himself over in order to end his
torments.
"Ha !" shouted the madman, at does not
gow At that moment the trembling hand
of Mr. Brown touched accidentally the cord
of the safety-valye He made it play, and
the collapsing orb began to descend rapidly.
Through the clouds it darted downward, and
the earth re-appeared.
"Ah ~ cried Annesley, "instead of push
ing the balloon, as told you, YOU drew it
downward Push upward push | sayp
"You see that am pushing as hard as l
can"
mo; for here is the earth y
:" 1t is only that the clouds are rising to-
ward the upper regions"
"Well, let us do the same. Let us throw
out all our ballast"
1--WE have no more" Gerald Annesley
laid Mr.. Brown gently down in the bottom
of the car"
We have no more ballast you say ?" he
asked, looking fxedly at him.
No more"
How much do you weigh ~ This ques.
ton fell on poor Brown like stunning blow
How much do you weigh Z" repeated his
companion in louder tone.
All, very little nothing that could make
the slightest difference mere triae."
A mere trite-well, even that will make
some difference The imminence of the peril
gave our @ronaut presence of mind
AMY friend said he, "your child is not
dead | saw her last week near Belfast. She
is living with family who love her and treat
her as their own. In a very short time if you
will allow us to descend, you viii meet her.
/ The madman looked at him with Wild doubt
ing gaze
Yes" continued Brown, eagerly, anxiou,
to confirm the impression he had made, you
will see her, your darling little Emma, running
| to meet you with outstrctched arms. and hel
/ fair golden curls waving in the windi-
You lie you lie? Emma's hair was as
black as jet Man you never saw her /
How much do you weigh 2"
All! a mere nothing only few pounds. ,
Gerald Annesley seized Mr. Brown with boil
hands and held him suspended over the sid,
of the car. In another moment he woulC
have dropped him into the abyss of space.
"Annesley!' exclaimed the poor man, ''yor
want to mount higher"
"Yes, yes"
Your only wish is to tighten the balloonT
"Yes."
Then how much do you weigh yourself 2
Two hundred pounds"
"Well, if you were to throw yourself over
the balloon, ligntened of such great weight
would dart upward with nconceivabe rapid
ity" The mailman reflected for a moment
"Truew he said; 'you are rightl' lie lait
Mr.. Brown in the bottomof the car and star
ed wildly around
My Maker !" he cried "I go to meet
/ Thee; | go to embrace my child, nv Emmal'
And dnging himself over, he disaggeared
The balloon and its owner reached the eartl
in safety; the latter, however, lay for many
weeks raying in brain fever When he recov
cred he gave orders to have his perilous play
thing sold at any sacrifice, and soon afterwarC
provided himself with an excellent care-takel
in the shape of pretty young wife, under
whose tutelage the masther," as his Irisl
valet remarks, lis growing dale more handy
in himself" So this was Mr.. Browns last
ascent to the clouds.
Hsy- Perseverance is failing nineteen times
but succeeds the twentieth. And then, wher
you do succeed, goodness gracious! how the
applause comes down-and from those, too
] WHO natnnmnd Won crazu md q fnnl d1,rina