Swansea and Glamorgan Herald, and South Wales Free Press. — 1861-12-24 (Swansea, West Glamorgan, Wales)

MARTIN LUTHER. teningly far over my head, and whistling through the With a Preface by Her Majesty, Queen Victoria. hedge-rows, with a keen, c.uel intensity. Vast masses of clouds were driving across the sky, drenching me as Prom the Nursery and from the Senate there is one they passed, and adding the incessant melancholy dripwail of inanity. Here is th e food for both, as well as for the numeraus intermediate parties. Let no infant or Pi"B of the rain drops to the chorus of sad sounds. I Member of Parliament lay its head on its pillow to night soon found that my idea of being enlivened was a very without a enry of this touching and vigorous brochure, great delusion, indeed. The further I went the more —Bi-daily Blazer. miserable I got. What's the use of going on?' I said This i• an excellent book for Sunday Schools—The to myself, and myself answered, 'What's the good of Baptist Bagpipes going back?' and as neither course seemed preferable, I went on mechanically. Presently all the stories of robbery, murder, ghost-seeing, that I had ever heard,— and have now forgotten," added he, hurriedly, seeing that Ted was about to remind him of his declared ignorance of each things, "seemed to recall themselves to my recollection. Every sound seemed to have a special meaning, and I liould have been surprised at almost nothing. What did happen, however, I certainly expected least of all. As I passed that old pollard willow, where the footpath across the fields begins, I saw, some distance before me, on the right, a light. It was dim, and had a misty look about it, but still it was a light. 1 watched it for some time, drawing gradually nearer, till I found it proceeded from the house of an old friend of my father's I arrived opposite to the house„' and here Mr. Brown's manner beecame slow and impressive, "when suddenly the light was extinguished. The thoughts that had been thronging my brain for several minutes overcame me at last, and I made up my mind. Without another moment's hesitation, I " and here the narrator paused, but eager cries of "well," "well," " what then," induced him to continue, "I crossed the road, knocked at the door, was shown in, and spent the evening there," and here Mr. Brown threw himself back in his chair, with the air of a man who is conscious that he deserves well of kis country. "Oh! do go on," exclaimed a chorus of voices. "Go on ?" said Mr. Brown, "that's all!" 'Why, you said it was an adventure, papa," said Mary. "And that we should' at have been here to-night if it hadn't happened," added Ted; and everybody offered a remonstrance, or an entreaty; but not a word mere could they get out of Mr. Brown. No, I was wrong in saying everybody, for the mother had not said a word, and, suddenly, Emily exclaimed, "Why, mamma's positively blushing !" and, there was no mistake about it, she was. Emily (how was it she was so quick, I wonder) asked slyly, " Mamma, did you ever live with an old friend of grandpapa's ?" and the secret was soon discovered, this, viz., that mamma had been on a visit to the friend aforesaid, and who was indeed myself, and that Mr. Brown had first made her acquaintance on the evening in question, which evening's aompanionship, with that of sundry others, so intensified Mr. Brown's dread of loneliness, that he really couldn't stand it any longer, and didn't. We had a good laugh over this, end not a little joking among the young people, both then, and throughout the evening; however, the appetite for stories was still strong, and "Oh lees have something dreadful" said Mary, "something 'creepy,' that makes you shiver all over. A dreadful robbery, or a murder, or a ghost