Worcester daily spy. [volume] (Worcester [Mass.]) 1850-1888, 1859-10-05

Episcopal Recorder saw a saint of famous
memory. Deep in a crypt lighted with funer-
al tapers, in a sepucher and adorned with
every beauty that wealth and art can provide,
lies the body of st. Charles Borromeo. A
dollar is the admission fee to see him, and
but followed the current in paying the visit
A coffin Of plates of rock cry stal welded to-
gether by gold, is covered by silver case that
by an ingenious piece OF mechanism may be
screwed down i'll such way as to leave the
body of the saint exposed. There he lay, the
head, notwithstanding its mummy-like state,
recalling to you the well-known portraits and
statues. Over the brow hung an exquisite
gold coronet, the work of Benevenuto Cellini
The body was covered with the cardinals off
cial robe Of damask, heavy with gold One
hand was gloved and held crosier, and on the
other, which was bare, sparkled several Jewels,
claimed to be of immense value. SO glared
and glittered the saint at US his shrunk and
blackened features in painful contrast with the
jewels and gold that blaZed on us as they met
the light of the torch
Now, to a taste not adjusted to European
standards, such sight as this, if it does not
shock, will at least awe. l am sorry, however,
to say that found these gradually weakening
at the socable, easy way in which the scene
was treated by our attendants. One of them
was an ecclesiastic, who, before he could 90
a cape of lace. 1t would have been better,
however if he had put on cape Of reverential
temper, for when he got down to the vault he
skipped about with such levity, and ran the
torch with such vivacity towards differentpartS
of the saints body chattering all the time
about it with such familiarity, as to leaye on
the mind the impression of second-rat6 me-
nagerie exhibitor In one of his skips he fiirt
ed against tall silver crucifiX and knocked it
over. Knowing the reverence paid by the
priests in public to these awful Symbols i'm
agined that he would at once stop, and with
some decorum place it upon its pedestal. Not
SO, however. On he went chirping away as
cheerily as ever, as he put the torch where
this jewel or that bone could best be seen,
while the eyeless and toothless and jeweled
dead still glared and glittered at us from below.
1t was for one of us, a Protestant, to replace
the PROSTATE image, and soon after our attend
ants took us out as gaiy and gossipingly as
they took us in
A TRUSTING TREE.-Not far from Stirling,
in Scotland, stands very fine old tree in
field. Connected with it is a story which dis
plays a striking trait of character of the true
old Scotch breed That tree is, or was called
the trysting tree and there country lass had
consented to meet her sweetheart one winter
night, to arrange matters for the wedding. The
night came cold and toggy, and the girl, true
to her appointment, set off silently in the hopes
of being back again before she was missed.
There soon came on a fall of snow, which last
ed all night. The girl was not to be found
and all the roads round being not only impas-
sable but invisible from the depth of the drift,
a whole week passed before any eommunica-
ton was possible with the neighboring farms,
all of which time nothing could be heard of
her. AT length the news reached her lover,
who was lost and bewildered in contending
feelings of wonder, fear, and jealousy. On in
quiry as to the time when his bride had been
last seen, he found it was the night of their as
signation, and the first of the snow. The tryst-
ing tree flashed upon his mind, and thither,
with sturdy band of volunteer pioneers he
bent his course. On reaching the tree they
commenced digging around it, and soon came
to solid hammock. Their spades and SHOW
els were then exchanged for the simple labor
of their hands, with which they gathered up
and flung out the snow by gowpens and ere
this had been long continued, they succeeded
in eXtrcating the girl, exactly eighty days
from the time she had been buried You may
guess it was a moment of agOniZed pertuba-
ten which preceded the discovery that she was
alive.
On coming to the tree and not finding her
lover she drew her plaid tight around her, and
sat down to await his coming. She conjectur-
ed that the cold made her drowsy, and the snow
falling thick upon her, when she awoke, she
was unable to move, and felt herself as if alive
in her grave, and cut off from the living world.
Her lover was full of sorrow and explanations.
If he had thought she could have ventured out
on such a night, he would never have failed to
keep his word, &c. Every young mans mind
will suggest the proper thing to be said on the
occasion but Lizzy, who could scarcely be
suspected of bestowing any but cold looks at