New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1873-10-11


in greetings. But then people knew Jest
what they had +; they didn't fritter their sub
stance away in unchristian trihes like your father.
Eliza Jane who doesn't know that there il God
who will smite him hip and thgh-for vengeance Is
mine. and those that believe in me-but here,
singularly enough the inferior maxillaries gave out
and her Jaw dropped II noticed that her glddy
daughter of 50 was sitting her. but do not
pretend to connect this fact with the arrested flow
Of personal disclosurc Howbeit when she recovered
her speech again 10 appeared that she was complain
ing of the weather
Tho seasons had changed very mich since your
father went to sea- The Winters used to be terrible
in those days When'she went over 20 Springfield
in June she saw The snow still on Watson's ridge.
There were whole days when you couldn't git over
to William Henrys-tAeir next neighbor, quarter
of a mile away. 1t VAS that drehul Winter that
the Spanish sailor was found-you don't remember
the Spanish sailor, Eliza jane it was before your
time There was little personal sk.rnisling here
which feared ut first, might end il n suspension Of
maxillary functions and the loss Of the story but
here il il. Al me, it Is a puro white Winter idyl,
how shall sing it this bright gay AutIlmnal day.
1t was a terrible night, that Winters night when
she and the century were young together. The sun
was lost at 8 O'Clock; the snowy night came down
like white sheet that tapped around the house.
beat at the windows with its edges. and at last
wrapped it in close embrace. In the middle of tho
night they thought they heard above the wind
voice CRYING "ChrIstusl Christusw in a foreign
tongue. They opened the duOr-nO easy task IN the
north wind that pressed its strong shoulders against
it-but nothing was TO be seen but the drifting
snow. The next morning dawned on fences hidden,
and a landscape changed and oblicrated with drift
During the day they again heard the cry Of Chris
tusv this time faint and hidden like child's voice.
They searched in vain, the drifted snow hid its
secret. On the third day they broke path to the
fence. and then they heard the cry distinctly.
Digging down thoy found the body of man
"a Spanish sailor, dark and bearded, with earrings
in his ears. As they stood gazing down at his cold
and pulsoess figure. the cry of Christus" again
rose upon the wintry air, and they turned and led
in superstitOus terror to the house. aud then one
of the children, holder than the rest knelt down and
opened the dead mans rough pea ket and found
what think Won "a little blue and green parrot
nesting against his brpastl It was the bird that
had echoed mechanically the last despairing cry of
the life that was given 20 save 1t. 1t the bird
that ever after amid outlandIsh oaths and wilder
sailor songs that fear often shocked the pure ears
of its gentle mistress and brought scandal into the
JERSEYS still retained Jhat weird and mournful
cry.
The sun meanwhile was sinking behind the stead
fast range beyond and could lot help feeling that
must depart with my wants unsatished. had
brought away no historic fragment; | Absolutely
knew little or nothing new regarding George Wash
inpton. I had been addressed variously by the
names of different members Of the family VITO were
dead and forgotten. had stood for an hour in the
past, yet had not added to my historical kno"i-
edge, nor the practical benefit OF youI readers. !
]. .~H. trrH rfr4 81 lfnfl
with Renaissance Of Perkins
Stand forth. 0 Josiah W. Perkins Of Blsking
Ridge. New-Jersey. Thou vast Of little account in
thv life. warrant; thoh didst not even feel the
greatness Of thy day and time thou didst critcise
thy superiors; thou vast small and narrow in thy
ways-thy very name and grave are unknown and
uncared FOR. But thou vast once kind to a woman
who survived thee and To- thy name Is again spoken
of men, and for moment lifted up above thy
bettersl BEET hA'IE
BqsLing Ri!ye T., Oet z. 1873