The weekly Butte record., 1862-11-01

for the brilliant wedding Flame colored fow-
ers nodded BY the waysde-dame colored
leaves came rushing from the trees and lay in
light heaps upon the ground and the ripe
wheat waved Ike 4 golden sea, ana berries
dropped in red aud purple clusters over the
rocks along the Rhine.
At length the palace gates were opened
and the royal party appeared, escorting the
Princess Elizabeth to the cathedral. where her
marriage was TO be solemnzed 1t was 4
brave pageant; far brighter than the untwi-
ned foliage and blossoms were the tufts OF
plumes which foated from stately heads and
the festal robes that streamed down over the
housings Of the superb steeds. But the prin-
cess. mounted on a snow-white palirey. and
clad 10 snow-white velvet, looked pale and sad;
and when, on nearing the church, she heard q
gush of organ-music, which, though jubilant in
sound. struck on her ear like funeral knell
she trembled, and would have fallen to the
earth had not page supported her. A few
moments later she entered the cathedral
There, with his routine, stood the royal bride
groom whom she had never before seen. But
her glance roved from him to the organ loft,
where she had expected to see the mysterious
organiSt He was gone, and she was obliged
to return the graceful bow of the king. to
whom she had been betrothed from motives of
policy. Mechanically she knelt by his side on
the altar stone mechanically listened to the
service and made the responses. Then her
husband drew her 10 him in convulsive en-
brace and whispered:
Elizabeth, my queen, my WIFE look up p
Trembling in every limb, she obeyed Why
did those dark eyes thrill her so? Why did
that smile bring glow on her check? All.
though the king wore the royal purple and
many jeweled order glittered on his breast,
he seemed the same humble person who had
been employed to teach organ music, and had
taught her the lore of love.
Elizabeth" murmured the monarch, Der
tram Hoffman, the mysterious organist, and
King Oscar are one. Forgive my stra,agem.
| wished to marry you, but would not drag
to the altar an unwilling bride Your father
was in the secret"
While tears Of JOY rained from her blue
eyes, the newmade queen returned her hus-
bands fond kiss, and for once two hearts were
made happy by royal marriage
Nor GUnTY, But ADVISED NOT TO DO so
AGAIS.-Two of the great guns of the New
Hampshire bar, Jeremiah Mason and Ichabod
Bartlett, had been battling all the week, and
the most important cases had been disposed Of
The Judge was half asleep, and the Jury in
scarcely better condition, and cases were de-
cided before the interested parties hardly knew
which way to turn. At about four o'clock, an
old man was placed at the bar, accused of coun-
terleiting money. There were but few persons
in the court house-the lawyers who had fin
ished their business had gone home, and the
old fellow seemed in fair way 10 be speedily
consigned to the State prison. Mr. Bartlett,
the younger gun, sat with l. arms folded, his
feet upon the edge Of the table and, apparent
ly, asleep, while the Attorney General exam
ined two or three witnesses. Never was JUS
tiee hurried through in a more summary man
ner The evidence was direct and conclusive.
and as witness after witness left the stand, the
prisoners face grew paler and paer. aud he
trembled at the certainty of bis fate
By and by Mr. Bartlett opened his eyes,
cast glance at the gray hairs of the culprit,
yawned gently, and turning TO the Attorney
General, said
I'll defend this man
He asked no questions of the witnesses, and
took no notes but when the evidence was
through, he delivered one of the most beautiful
arguments ever heard. The testimony, which
had appeared as clear as noon day, be pulled
all to pieces, he made discord of harmony, non
sense of sense, discrepancy of the most exact
agreements, and when he touched upon the
old mans unjust suferings,' he even drew
tears from the jurymen.
Without leaving their seats, the jury de
clared the prisoner :" not guilty"
The weeping man, with clasped hands, lean
ed forward, seeming to invoke blessing upon
the head of bis defender
Let him out, constable said Mr.. Bartlett;
and now, you old rascal, 90 about your bust
ness, and never let me catch you passing coun-
terfeit money again" :"
TEE Sacramento Strategist, fudng its own
bilious vaporlngs powerless in injuring Gen.
Mcclellan among the sterling loyalists in
California, or abroad, has brought to its aid
the efforts Of some anonymous female scribbler.
She ought to be engaged in baby-cuturing,
preparing lint, or in some other manner con
tributing her quota to the Union cause in
stead Of unsexiug herself to defame the pride of
the Federal army. We are little surprised,
hot cop,a IF inf