Ellsworth American., 1864-06-24

1t was the twilight hour of that soft
and sunny June day. All Paris was out
of doors, enjoying the beautiful calm of
that sweet hour. The abors Of the day
were over for the most OF them, and the
honeycd accents of the lover, the light
words Of the mere pleasure seeker, and
the serious talk Of the religious, mingled
with the news of the day from other
lips. Many We're the remarks upon the
tragedy of the mornlag, the sweet, pat
lent looks Of the young maiden who had
sutf red at the hands OF the hangman !;
and many Il young heart throbbed wildly
at the thought Of those sufferings.
lo a large and lofty apartment sat
Louis Layalle, young surgeon Of whose
rare gifts ard devotion to science all Paris
was talking. Such skill-such self
sacrifice ! And the young mans pure
religious faith, So dlfferent from others Of
his age and especially of his profession,
France sends forth so many atheists Of
that cIass--although, God knows, if any
man needs the support and restraints OF
religion, it is he who goes forth as Il
healer Of his fellow men.
But Louis Lavalle was SO deeply re-
ligious, and at the same time, an en-
thusiast i'll his profession. Without
knowing any OF the circumstances, the
person who supplied him with subjects
had notified him that he should bring the
body Of criminal to his room that
afternoon and when he returned
trom consultation with some brother
surgeons, he found it deposited upon a
marble Ia lie, on which he performed
tao,e task, which he deemed necessary to
the turtherance OF science.
Tonight, he was in no mood for it
Tne sott, sweet tAlli- -,ht hll east its spell
over him. lie fingered by the window
until the darkness came On, almost dread
ing to rise and l;ght ~ the apartment
with artificial rays. Nature seemed 50
holy, 50 beautiful to him at that hour
Bat ne must not hnger amy more. Work
constant anu earnest work was his always !;
aud NOW he was deeply eng gel in bat
Tin, some new speculative theory which
4 mad arisen reaeul!y and which he Was
bent upon dj,?gevlng.
.Onc toueh do1ded the apartment with
Vivid, almost hi niiG4, igat.
/ Before him Iay ais subject, covered
with white cIoth that hung to the floor.
He lifted il reyctou.iy, as he aIw Us did.
/ Dca;h was sacred in hi, eyes, lie knew
what he meant when he spoke Of "stand-
ins in the presence Of the aVIy dead
lie was not at all prepared for the sight
that met his eye. A face, lovely and
beautiful as an angels; form whose
outlines, as it lay beneath the sheet, was
like the most perfect work of the sculp.
tor; hands and arms pure and smooth as
an infant Show could he mar them
As he gazcd, an inexpressible yearning
titled his soul. Had lite remained to that
still image, and it had pleased Heaven to
grant him the love of heart, such as
might beat in such a frame. this pure
delicate being might have been his own.
Involuutarily. no laid his hand upon
the heart. Heavens was that the
warmth OF life!
Lavalle was scarcely himself for the
first few moments. Had his wish warm
ed the statute into life? He calmed him.
self again, and steadily and earnestly ex
amined the subject There was warmth
there. There was heartbeat, faint, but
slow and regular
r. ,.,r ,H tha ,raat whita sheet-tf