Nashville patriot. [volume] (Nashville, Tenn.) 1858-1860, 1858-06-21

"Up boy, up" cried the lime-burner, star
ing about him, .'Thank Heaven, the night is
gone at last; and rather than pass another
such, i would watch nv lime-kiln, wide
awake, for a twelve month This Ethan
Brand, with his humbug of an objectionable
Sin, has done me no such mighty favor in
taking my place"
He issued from the hut, followed by little
Joe, who kept fast hold of his fathers hand.
The early sunshine was already pouring its
| gold upon the mountain tops, and though the
valleys were still in shadow, they smiled
cheer.ully in the promise of the bright day
| that was Fastening onward. The village
| completely shut in by its hills, which swelled
| away gently about it, looked as if it had
rested peacefully in the hollow of the great
| hand of Providence. Each dwelling was
distinctly visible; the little spires of the two
churches pointed upward, and caught fore
| gli1nmering of brightness from the sun-gilt
| skies upon their weathercocks. The tavern
| was astir, and the figure of the old smoke
dried stage agent, cigar in mouth, was seen
beneath the stoop. Old Graylock was glori-
| fed with golden cloud upon his head
Scattered likewise upon the breasts of the
| surrounding mountains, there were heaps of
hoary mists, in fantastic shapes, some of them
| far down into the valley, others high up
| towards the SUBMITS, and still others of the
| same family of mist and clouds, lowering in
| the gold radiance of the upper atmosphere
Stepping from one to another of the clouds
that rested on the hills. and thence to the
loftier brotherhood that sailed in the air, il
seemed almost as if mortal man might thus
ascend into the heavenly regions. Earth was
so mingled with sky that it was day dream
to look at it.
To supply that charm of the familiar and
homely which nature so readily adopts into
scene like this, the stage coach was rafting
down the mountain road and the driver
sounding his horn while each caught up the
notes and intertwined them into rich and
varied elaborate harmony, of which the origi-
nal performer could lay claim to little share.
The great hills played concert among them
selves, each contributing strain of airy sweet
ness.
Little Joe's face frightened at once.
Dear father" cried he, skipping cheerily
to and fro, ''that strange man is gone, and
the sky and the mountains all seem glad of
it?;'
'.Yes, growled the e-burner, with an
oath, 'but he has let the fire go down, and no
thanks to him, if five hundred bushels of lime
is not spoilt. If / catch the fellow hereabouts
again. shall feel like tossing him into the
furnace!"
With his long pole in his hand, he assembled
TO the top of the kiln. After moments
pouse, he called to his son<
Come up here, JOEL said he.
So little Joe ran up the hillOck and stood
by his fathers side The marble was burnt
into perfect, snow-white. But, on its surface,
in the midst of the circle-snow-wbite too,
and thoroughly converted into lime-lay
human skeleton, in the attitude of person
who, after long toll, lies down to long re-
pose. Within the ribs-strauge to say-was
the shape of human heart.
''Was the fellows heart made of marble?"
cried Bertram, in some perplexity at this
phenomena. ''At any rate, it is burnt into
what is called special good lime: and, taking
all the bones together my kiln is half bushel
the richer by him.
So saying, the rude lime-burner lifted his
pole and letting it fall upon the skeleton. the
relics of Ethan Brand were crumbled into
fragments.-LoadOn Illustrated Ne,cs.