years old when he felt within him the And when upon a branch from this sentence of his Judge, 'Thou shalt die.' tree the Restorer of immortality gave up

Let all my sons come before me,' said his holy life, the sweet fragrance of the he to weeping Eve, 'that I may yet again new life was wafted far and wide among see them and bless them. And they came all nations. at their father's word, and stood before bim, many hundred in number, and prayed THE LILY OF THE VALLEY. for his life.

In the month of May, 1853, I passed 'Who from among yon, said Adam, a very pleasant week at Geneva, Switzerwill go to the holy mountain ? Perhaps land, tarrying two days in one of the he may find mercy for me, and bring me little villages near the banks of the farthe fruit of the Tree of Life.'

famed Lake Leman; and you shall know Immediately all his sons offered them- how agreeably my time was spent, and of selves to do bis will, and Seth, the holiest my meeting with the 'Lily of the Valley.? of all, was chosen by his father for the The reader is aware that in some parts message.

of Northern Europe the English language His head sprinkled with ashes, he has- is sometimes spoken; indeed, in many of tened forth, and lingered not until he the hotels in Switzerland it is quite comstood before the gate of Paradise. 'Let mon. In one instance, however, I was my father find mercy, O thou merciful fortunate enough to meet with a family One' (thus prayed he), 'and send him fruit who talked good old Saxon, at the pretty from the Tree of Life.'

little village inn at which I rested. Here, Straightway a glittering cherub stood as in other lands, the children have their before him; but instead of the fruit from May-day Festival;' and though I was the Tree of Life, he held in his hand a not quite in time to witness their merrytwig with three leaves. Bear this to making, I was in time to inhale the frathy father,' said the cherub, gently, 'as grance of the flowers, in time to tell you his last consolation here; eternal life of the exquisite beauty—even though dwells not on earth. But hasten back; withered on the stem of the Lily of the his hour is come.'

Valley. What a glorious day it was, as, Seth hastened back, and threw him looking from the windows of my hotel, I self down before his father, and said, watched the bright sunbeams as they No fruit from the Tree of Life I bring danced and sparkled on the clear blue thee, father; this twig alone has the waters of the lake! The breeze crisps the angel given me, as thy last consolation tiny waves, so that they dance and toss here.

about the little boats so gently, with their The dying man took the twig, and was milk-white sails, gliding to and fro. A glad. He smelled upon it the odour of cosy little craft was hired by me, for a Paradise; his soul was lifted up. 'My moderate price; and as she fluttered her children,' said he, 'eternal life dwells not wings to the wind, the quintessence of for us on earth; and ye shall follow after repose and quiet was ours.

But on these leaves I breathe the The first summer rain had lately fallen, fragrance of another world-new life and the valleys, hills, and dales, refreshed new strength. His age failed him—his by the showers, seemed sending up a song spirit fied away.

of thankfulness to Heaven; while the The children of Adam buried their trees, filled with fragrant blossoms, some father, and thirty days they wept for him; just putting forth their leaves, looking so but Seth wept not. He planted the twig green and lovely, completed a picture of at the head of his father's grave, and surpassing beauty. On nearing a little called it the twig of the new life, of the village, the name of which is forgottenawakening-up from the sleep of death. not very distant, however, from the

The little twig became à lofty tree, world-renowned Zurich, whose waters and many of Adam's children grew strong have been immortalised'in story and in therefrom in the faith of another life. song--I observed, as I thought, an un

And thus it descended to succeeding usual gaiety and liveliness among the generations. Fair blossomed it in David's people, and was about remarking to my garden, until his infatuated son began to companion that I imagined some fête was doubt of immortality. Then the twig taking place, when he informed me we withered away; but its blossoms were had just arrived in time to see the last of scattered among other nations.

the Swiss May-day Festival. The sports


of children are always interesting to me, well to wear, was placed upon her liow and so away we went, through innume- She looked so lovely, all in her dress of rable groupings of lads and lasses, vine- buds and blossoms; but she was very pale, yards, gardens, and bowers, the air seem- and her eye looked up to heaven. Could ingly laden with the perfumes of a thou- she have heard them calling her away? sand exotics; when suddenly, in the dis- And then she smiled; they thought she tance, the well-known 'May-Pole' burst could not be in pain; but, in gently tryupon my view. But the dance had ceased; ing to raise herself up, and waving her the little 'twinkling feet,' that so lately little hand, had trodden on the spring blossoms, were 'She fell, in her saint-like beauty, gone; but there was yet the Lily of the Asleep by the gates of light!' Valley left, and its fragrance was sweet The colour returned not to her cheek; to me beyond description.

and thus this tender flowret, in the very A little blue-eyed girl of some seven height of its May-day glory, was transsummers had just plucked the flower, and, planted into the heavenly nursery ! placing it in her bosom, began to cry. The May-day dance was over. Garlands This attracted my attention, and I went and wreaths of flowers dropped from little to her, asking her to tell me the cause of hands that had held them in their glee, her sorrow. She replied, that her little and tears flowed like rain; and where sister, whom they used to call the 'Lily so lately smiles, laughter, and the joyous of the Valley,' had been taken from strains of music floated in the air, sobbings them, and she was going to send this now were heard, and rejoicings were at flower with her to heaven to be planted an end. there!

I thought it was a glorious way to die; I need not say I became much inte- ere the young heart had grown familiar rested, and followed the little stranger for with the paths of sin, while spring-flowers some distance; but in the throng of chil- budded, bloomed, and blossomed on her dren I lost sight of her.

very breast; while the shoutings of inThe groupings of youngsters, that on nocent voices greeted her, her spirit passed my arrival I had fancied were in the height silently away. of excitement and glee, were speaking in This is the story that they told me; subdued tones, while the peasants, male and now, dear reader, I will tell you what and female, looked gloomy and sad. I witnessed:

Musingly I strolled to the inn of the On the night of the day that I arrived, village, where I learned the cause of the the funeral of the little 'May-Queen' took ceasing of the festivities. They had also place. Never before was I so strongly had a May-Queen,' one they were wont impressed with the sublimity, nay, the to call the 'Lily of the Valley. For beauty of death, divested, as it seemed to three summers had she reigned over her be, of all its gloom and terror. little flowery band, when suddenly she There was no coffin, no pall, no raven was called away to bloom in the fields of plumings; none of the trappings and light above.

sombre liveries of the grave were there; But listen to the story as they told it but upon two pieces of cedar-wood, bound to me:

tightly together with boughs of myrtle The sun beamed brightly upon the and evergreen, forming a sort of trellisMay morn about which I am writing; the work, the body was placed, dressed in a day of the last 'crowning’of the 'Lily of garment of plain white, with a single the Valley;' and though its little head tower—the Lily of the Valley'--resting was bent in sickness, the genial sun- on her breast. The scene was most shine, it was thought, might revive, and touching. It was night, but the moon the excitement and the merry-making shone full upon that lovely face; it was prove beneficial rather than injurious. so light, so very light, it did not look And so they placed her on her floral like death. And then she seemed to throne.

gmile, as though a pleasant dream was The shoutings of a hundred little voices hers; or perhaps she was talking to the went up, processions were formed, and angels! And then each of the children garlands wreathed by slender hands were went up and kissed those cold, still lips, tossed into the air. All eyes were turned and their little hearts seemed breaking. toward the throne of roses; and her crown I could hear their sobbings, and they of pure white lilies, that she loved so called her 'Lily,' and some thought that

he I

she could hear them; and one of them and when you sharpen your knife or your said she had gone to God, to be a queen appetite hereafter, it will remind you of there among his little angels! And then Durham. That long pencil of light from they chanted a hymn, and its distant echo the next bottle points to France, where among the hills made me think that it they make the best wine-vinegar we get. was answered by cherub voices; it was Just observe the difference between that so distinct, so very clear; that it fairly sturdy, pot-bellied mustard-bottle, which startled me. And then they hid their represents John Bull, and this slender, faces in their hands and wept; for the sharp vinegar - cruet, which represents 'Lily of the Valley' bad passed from their Johnny Crapeau; there is a national dissight for ever!

tinction, sir, in cruets as well as men. The quantity of vinegar made in France

is very great; the best comes from BorTHE RADIANT DINNER-CASTER. deaux; sometimes it is so strong that the

We begin to think there is wisdom in Frenchman call it "vinaigre des trois Dr Bushwhacker. "There are other things dents," or vinegar with three teeth; but to study geography from besides maps and the finest-flavoured vinegar Iever met with globes, is one of his favourite maxims. came from Portugal, and for a salad, noWe begin to believe it.

thing could equal its delicate aroma. 'Observe, my learned friend,' said he, Well, sir, then there is the red pepper, "how the reflected sunshine from those the Cayenne; that, I presume, is from cut bottles in the caster-stand throws Jamaica ?' long plumes of light in every direction We assented. across the white damask.'

'The best and strongest kind is made We leaned forward, and saw the phe- partly of the bird pepper, and partly of nomenon pointed out by the index-finger the long-pod pepper of the West Indies. of the doctor; and as we knew something This is a very healthy condiment, sir; in was coming from his pericranics, kept the tropics it is indispensable; there is silent, of course.

a maxim there, sir, that people who eat 'Well,' said he, inflating his lips until | Cayenne pepper will live for ever. Like his face looked like that of a cast-iron variety, it is the spice of life, sir, at the caryatid—'well, my dear friend, every pen- equator. Our own gardens, sir, furnish capcil of light there is a point of compass, sicum, and in fact it grows in all parts of and the contents of that caster came the world; but from the West Indies is from places as various as those diverging esteerned to come the best, and I think rays indicate. The mustard is from Eng- with justice. Now, sir, the next pencil of land, the vinegar from France, China fur- light is reflected from the Yellow Sea!' nishes the soy, Italy the oil; we have to The soy, doctor?' ask the West Indies to contribute the "The soy, my learned friend; the best red pepper, and the East Indies to supply fish-sauce on the face of the globe. The the black pepper.'

soy, sir, or "soya," as the Japanese call We ventured to remark, that those it, is a species of bean, which would grow facts we were not ignorant of, by any in this country as well as any other

Chinese plant.

few Chinamen eat any*True, my dear learned friend,' said thing without a mixture of this bean-jelly the doctor, with a sort of snort; 'but in some shape or other. They scald and God bless me! if one-half of the people peel the beans, then add an equal quanin this city know it. Mustard, con- tity of wheat or barley, then the mess is tinued Dr Bushwhacker, not at all dis- allowed to ferment; then they add a little comfited, 'comes from Durham in the salt, sometimes turmeric, for colour; water north of England – that is, the best is added also, in the proportion of three to quality. The other productions of this one of the mass, and after a few months' county do not amount to much, nor is it repose, the soy is pressed, strained, and celebrated for anything, except that here ready for market. That, sir, is the histhe Queen Philippa, wife of King Edward tory of that cruet, and now we will pass the Third, captured David Bruce, King of on to the black pepper.' Scots, for which reason po Scotchman can 'A glass of wine first, doctor, if you eat Durbam mustard except with tears please.' in his eyes. We get our grindstones from "Thank you, my dear friend; bless me! this English county, my learned friend; | how dry I am I?


'Black pepper, piper nigrum, is the errors of the moderns. The olive-tree berry of a vine that grows in Sumatra should be as common here as it is in the and Ceylon, but our principal supply of other hemisphere, seeing it is the emblem this commonest of condiments comes from of peace. My old friend, Dominick Lynch, the Island of Java; and we have to pay sir, the wine-merchant, the only great our webfooted Knickerbockers across the wine-merchant we ever had, sir, imported water a little toll upon that, as we do the finest oil, sir, from Lucca, known even upon many other things of daily consump- to this day as “ Lynch's Oil.” He it was tion. The pepper-vine is a very beauti- who made Château Margaux and the ful plant, with large, oval, polished leaves, Italian opera popular, sir, in this great and showy white Howers, that would look metropolis. Poor Dom! Well, sir, I beautiful if wound round the head of a

suppose you know all about the olivebride.

tree?' 'No doubt, doctor; but I think the

'On the contrary, very

little.' less pepper about a bride the better.'

"Well, the olive is as easily propagated 'Good, my learned friend; you are right; as the willow. You must go boldly to if I were to get married again, sir,' con- work, however, and cut off a limb of the tinued the doctor, in a very hearty man- tree as big as my arm, and plant that. ner, 'I should be a little afraid of the No twig, sir. In three years it will contact of piper nigrum.

bear; in five years it will have a full 'What is white pepper, doctor?'

crop; in ten years it will be in perfection. 'White pepper is the same, sir, as black If you plant a slip, it will take twenty pepper, only it is decorticated; that is, years or more to mature. Its mode of the black husk has been rubbed off. Now, bearing is biennial, and you can prune it sir, there is not much else interesting every other year, and plant the cuttings. about pepper, except that the best pro- Longworth ought to take up the olive, sir; bably comes from the kingdom of Bam- and he might have a wreath to put round tam; and the quantity formerly exported his head, as he deserves. Well, my learned from the sea-port of that name in the friend, when the olive is ripe--the fruit, I Island of Java amounted, sir, to ten mean—it is of a deep violet colour. Those thousand tons annually; a good seasonable we get in bottles are plucked while they supply of seasoning for the world, sir.

are green. The plums are put between Well, sir, we are also indebted to Bantam two circular mill-stones, the upper one for a very small breed of fowls, the pecu- convex, the lower ope concave; the fruit liar use of which no philosopher has as

is thus crushed, and afterward put in a yet been able to determine. Now, sir, we

press, and the oil is excreted by means of have finished the caster, I think ?'

a powerful lever. That is all, sir. An oil*There is one point of light, doctor, press is not a very handsome article to that indicates Italy; what of the oil ?'

look at; but in the south I think it would 'Ah! Lucca and Parma! Indeed, sir, be serviceable at least; butter there is I may say France, Spain, and Italy !

not always of the best quality in summer, "Three kingdoms claim its birth,

and olive oil would be a delightful substiBoth hemispheres proclaim its worth.” tute.' The olive, sir. I remember something 'What of French and Spanish oil, docfrom my schoolboy days about that. It tor?' is from Pliny's 'History of Nature,' sir. 'Spanish oil is very good, sir. So is (Liber xv.) The olive in the western | French; we get little of the Italian oil world was the companion, sir, as well as now. The oil of Aix, near Marseilles, is the symbol of peace. Two centuries after of superior quality; but that does not come the foundation of Rome, both Italy and to our market. Lately, I have used the Africa were strangers to this useful plant. oil of Bordeaux in place of the Italian; It was naturalised in those countries, sir, it is very fine. But, speaking of olive oil, and at length carried into the heart of let me tell you an anecdote of a friend, Spain and Gaul. The timid errors of the one of the best-hearted men in the world. ancients, that it required a certain degree Well, sir, my friend had a new servantof heat, and could not flourish in the neigh- girl; I never knew anybody that didn't bourhood of the sea, were insensibly ex- have a new servant-girl! Well, sir, he ploded by industry and experience. There, had a dinner-party in early spring, when sir! But the timid errors of the ancients lettuce is a rarity, and of course he had are not more surprising than the timid I lettuce. He is a capital hand at a salad,


and so he dressed it. The guests ate it; 'If I had had poor Jones now, of the and · sir well, sir, I must hasten bank—poor fellow, I wonder what has to the end of the story. Said my friend become of him!-or Charles Thomson, to the new girl next morning, "What who is always away to his office by nine has become of that bottle of castor-oil I o'clock in the morning, I should have gave you to put away yesterday morning?” been able to do like other wives; finish

Sure,” said she," you said it was cas- all my work early in the day, and then tor-oil, and I put it in the caster !. sit down, neatly dressed, to my sewing, "Well,” said he, "I thought so.” or walk out and enjoy myself. But with

literary men like my husband, one must HOME FINDINGS. always be accommodating one's-self to

their whims, and really the house is un

tidy beyond everything. I did think, 'Laura, my dear girl, could you no when I was married, that I should be wait until I am gone out? I shall no mistress in my own house. It is so tirebe very long; and you know how im- some to have to suit one's-self perpetuportant it is that I should finish this ar- ally to other people's nonsense !' ticle. Walker asked me the other morn- Oh! Laura, pretty Laura, why did you ing if it were not yet ready.'

marry at all? Don't you know that it is The young wife pouted, and sat down the duty of every wife to adapt herself, in to her work-table. The jaded author, all reasonable matters, to the will and pressing his hand upon his brow, worked feelings of her husband? Besides, hear away as if his very life were at stake. my moral: And so it was, for out of that fevered Found.That the duties of a housebrain was coined the hard-earned money hold may be divided into two classes, the upon which he and his newly-wedded relative importance of which is endlessly Laura, a pretty, tolerably amiable, but modified bŷ the circumstances; and that thoughtless and injudicious young crea- every good and judicious wife ought so to ture, depended for their daily bread. exercise her loving perception, that the

After a few minutes, Laura began to lesser shall never be discharged at the bustle about again in a hushed kind of expense of the greater. way, walking on tiptoe, and creating an under-current of confusion that totally dis

SELF-SURRENDER TO GOD. arranged her husband's train of thought.

‘Know ye not that so many of us were bapLaura, I do beg that you will be quiet tised into His death?'

Well for him who all things losing, a short time longer. Very much depends

Een himself doth count as nought, upon the success of this article. Take

Still the one thing needful choosing, up a book, anything, so that you do but That with all true bliss is fraught! let me finish in peace.'

Well for him who nothing knoweth Again Laura obeyed, but with a mut- But his God, whose boundless love tered protest. She wanted finish, be

Makes the heart wherein it gloweth

Calm and pure as saints above! cause she was going out; it was such a fine day, she had no notion of being con

Well for him who, all forsaking,

Walketh not in shadows vain, fined to the house all day. Besides, it

But the path of peace is taking, was such untidy work leaving things; she Through this vale of tears and pain! liked to do what she had to do in the Oh that we our hearts might sever morning.

From earth's tempting vanities, Her husband took no notice, but went Flinging them on him for ever on writing. In a little time she stole In whom all our fulness lies! out of the room, and soon a great fuss

Oh that we might him discover

Whom with longing love we've sought, was heard in the passage. Laura was

Joining us to him for ever, noisily dusting the hall-chairs and hat

For without him all is nought! stand. The irritated author, put quite

On that ne'er our eyes might wander past his patience, started up, with a furi

From our God, so might we cease ous exclamation, which had the effect of Ever o'er our sins to ponder, driving Laura out of the passage, and up

And our conscience be at peace ! the little flight of stairs into their bed- Thou abyss of love and goodness, room, where she burst into a flood of Draw us by thy cross to thee.

That our senses, soul, and spirit, tears, and lamented the day she had ever

Ever one with Christ may be ! married an author.


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