THE NORWALK GAZETTE. linrolled, methought, among a happier race, I felt immoral moments as I said, Death finds no enterancehere, and sin no place : Than quick to mark where recent footsteps led, I saw one bending o’er the furrow’s trace, And on his brow the primal sentance readi” Scrsxn 1N A CE)IE'1‘EI~‘.Y NEAR JERUSALEM.-At a short dis- 'tance from me a young Turkish woman was weeping for her husband, on one of those little monuments of white stone which are scattered about all the hills in the neighborhood of Jerusa- lem: she hardly apppeared to be eighteen years of age, and I had never seen such a fascinating image ofgrieft Her profile, which her veil, thrown back on her shoulders, permitted me to glance at, had all the purity ofoutline ofthe finest heads of the Parthenon; but, at the same time, that softness, suavity, and graceful languor of the Asiatic women; a style of beauty far more feminine, more lovely, and attractive to the heart, than the severe and masculine beauty ofthe Grecian statues; her hair ‘was golden auburn, like the bronzed copper of the antique sta- -tues---21 colour much esteemed in this region of t.he sun, which it seems a permanent reflection; it was loosened from her head, falling all around her, and literally sweeping the ground. Her bosom was entirely bare, as is the custom of the women of this part ofArabia ; and when she stooped to kiss the turban ofstone, or to press her ear upon the grave-, it touched the earth, in its nakedness-, and left its mould in the dust, like. the model ofthe beauteous breast ofthe buried Atala, which the sand of the se- pulchre still retains in the admiral epic ofM. de Chateaubriand. She had scattered all sorts of flowers on the grave-, and on the earth around it. A handsome Damascus carpet was spread un- der her knees; aud on the carpet there were some vases oftlow— ers, and a basket filled with figs and barley cakes; for she was to pass the entire day there in thus weeping-. A hole pierced in the ground, and which was supposed to correspond with the ear ofthe deceased, was intended as a speaking tube between her and that other world where he she came to visit was reposlng. From time to time she leaned down to this opening, and there she sang some words intermixed with her sobs. then fixed down -her ear again as if she waited the reply---then sang again. and wept, and then again she listened. 1' tried to understand the 'words which she thus murmured, and which reached even to me, but my Arab dragoman could not either catch or render them. How much I regret this! what secretsofgriefand love! what animated sighs for all the life of two souls torn asunder. these words (confused and drowned in tears) must have con- tained. _ Alas, if any thing could wake the dead-, it cerlainly would be such words, pronounced by such amouth. Close by this wo- man, nnder a little awning of black cloth, raised on two bam- boo reeds, st.uck into the ground, to serve as a parasol, her two little children were pla.ying with threeblack slaves ofAb- yssinia, squatted, like their mistress, on the sand that the car- pet covered. These three women, each of them young, and handsome also, with graceful forms, and the acqualine pro- files of the Abyssinian negroes, we're grouped in various at- titudes, like three statues cut out of the same block. One knelt on one knee, and held one of the children on the other, while its little arms were stretched towards its weeping mother; the second had both her feet folded under her, and her hands clasped like Magdalen of Canova, on her apron ofblue cloth ; the third was standing up, and leaning a little over her two companions, while she rocked herself from side to side, on- deavouring, in vain, to make the youngest infant sleep, which she pressed to her scarce formed bosom. As the sobs ofthe young widow reached her children, they broke out into fresh fits of crying. and the three black slaves, after answering by sobs to those of their mistress, began to sing sleepy airs, and use the infantine phrases of their country, to amuse and tran- 'quillize the infants. THE MAGNETICK NEEDLE.---Byron calls the mariner’s corn- pass, “ That trembling vassal of the pole- The feeling cumpass-navigation's soul.” Tm: ror-rrmr or sonar).---Thcre is somthing exceedingly warm and tender in the Irish words “ (Jushla machree”-*--the pulse of my heart»-it is expressive of that deep toned afiection which the heartalone can understand. «aunt? l\'Ii:LAxenon’.---Nothing is so beautiful as the smile of 6 countenance habitually melancholy ; like a gloomy day, it is" irradiated by a sudden burst ofsunshine‘. SCANDAL.---Every body condemns scandal; yet nothing circulates more readily--—even gold itself is less current. f_):?In an article on the French Question, generally, and controverting, in particular, a wild article in the Courier 6cEn-‘ quirer, headed “The French fleet of observation," the‘ New York American gives the following account of the destination of the formidable Adrniral Jl’Iac7:<zu. The American always writes ' without temper, with sound judgment, and in a style to render’ the dryest subjects entertaining. We would transfer the whole article to our columns, in support ofour praise, did our lix-nits‘ admit ofour doing so. “It is there set down as a fact, that the French government! had made, and officially announced in the Montiteur, the tap“ pointment “of an otiicer of high rank to the command ofa nu- merous squadron—immediatcly ordered to assemble--and whose command embraces the Gulf of Mexico, comprehending the whole of our sea coast, from its southern to its northern extremi- ty, for the purpose, semi-oflieially avowed, of overawing this country," This paragraph refers, we take for granted, to the appoint- ment of Admiral rllaclcau to the command of the French islands of Martinique and Gaudaloupe, and of the naval force in those waters. Thefacts about this appointment, are-—1.— That Rear Aclmiral .MacI:au was named as successor to Vice- A(Imi1'al Halgan, Governor of Martinique and commander of the naval forces in the Antilles’ who had asked to be relieved. In the matter of“high rank,” therefore, the new commander is inferior to toe one he relieves. 2. That Arlnziral Maclcatu was to hoist his flag on board the Jupiterline of battle ship—aud so far as any oriicial anunciation in the Monilcrtr is concerned, there is nothing about “a fleet ofobservation,” or ofits being pla- ced under his command, or about “a numerous fleet being or- dered to assemble.” It is true that French papers, of various political biases, were speculating ‘very copiously, very wildly, and very ignorantly, about the question between us and France; but to take those speculations as indications of the march or purposcs of the government, would be as unsafe, as to judge of the morals, the manners, or the education of this country, by the \Vashington Globe. ‘ A RUNAVVAY NEGRO.A FACT. About eleven years ago-, there lived on Allegheny mountain. in Hampshire county, a farmer named Lolyed \Vard. Though of large and powerful frame, he was remarkably active, and a man of great courage; qualities which were once put to a se- vere test in the following manner :—- One morning a negro tnadc his appearance at Ward’s house, and requested something to eat. His request was complied with ; and while the sable visitor was dispatching his meal, the farmer interrogated him as to his name, and the person to whom he be- longed. ' Tothese inquiries. the negro replied by producinga dirty piece of paper, which VVard upon unfolding, perceived to be a forged pass. “Dat will tell you who I b‘long to, massa," said the negro. “This won’t do, my fine fellow,” remarked Ward, as hise e glanced over the paper ; “you will get yourselfinto trouble, I guess, iflshew this to any one, and the writer may standa chance of being hung !” On hearing these words the negro eagerly snatched the paper, and in spite of \Vard's endeavors to prevent him, he tore it into a hundred pieces. - “Hem.” said \Vard to himself, a runaway nigger!” and he at once made up his mind to capture the fugitive. ‘ A f‘Metelldetrute massa,” said the negro, perceiving that he was discovered; “me come from Big Capon. Massa will buy him?” . "No,” replied VVard, “I have no money to spare.” “Massa will hire?” ‘ “I can do neither rejoined the farmer; butl have a friend ‘who may perhaps want help, and I will take you to him.”
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