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1 LIFE’S BETTER MOMENTS, 
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Life has Its moments 
OI beauty atul bloom ; 
But they hung like sweet roses 
On the edge of the tomb. 
Blessings they bring us. 
As lovely us brief. 
They meet us when hap>-y. 
And leave us lu grief. 
OAMDEN PLAGE, CHESEL- 
HUEST. 
The engraving of the pres- - - - 
ent residence of the Ex-Em¬ 
press Eugenia, given below, frjs &ytjfc 
wrj attract Uie attention of our 
readers. It is in the pretty 
village of Chesellitirat, adjoin- 4«2|j|slli 
ing Broihely.in Kent, England, 
a retired situation scarcely |l|yg||| 
more than a dozen miles from 
Loudon. It is au old- <, '* 1 " t,,, J’ 
ed mansion m a smal par t 
adjoining the west ot ^ 
J _rn.^uetff'hurst.apdia 
the property *i a Mr. Strode, gjgpiBgp 
an old friend of the Emperor, - 
who las, by placing this house 
at Pie disposal of the Empress, 
testified his friendship for his Ea| ||||^g 
This house received its 
name from the famous anti- JKSpsA 
quary and historian William fflpl||| 
Camden, who is said to have l|g|l§§|pF 
composed his “ Annals of the 85553? : sH 
Reign of Queen Elizabeth” §ll!jlh||>s|j 
during his latter years, while 
resident on this estate. He lsl= 
died there in the month of p^V v j 
November, 1023, and was car- [fLp S 
ried from Us gates to his last |irg Pfe 
resting-place in Westminster ^ 
Abbey. The estate afterwards 
passed into the hands of the -p S 
Pbatt family, one of whom, ■= =-~~ — 
Sir Charles Pit att, Lord 
Chief Justice of the Court of 
Common Pleas, was raised to the Peerage a 
little more than a century ago as Baron C am¬ 
den, of Camden Place, Kent. The populous 
London suburb of Camden Town, which 
occupies a large part of I lie parish of St. 
Puncras, along the Ilampsted road, derives 
its name from the estate of this wealthy peer. 
In the park attached to Camden Place, 
Cheselburst, may be seen that, celebrated 
piece of architecture which is commonly 
called “ The Lantern of Demosthenes, or 
C’horagic Monument of Lysieratcs.” 
Near at hand there is a Roman Catholic 
Chapel, as was sure to be the case in a home 
chosen by so devout a Catholic as the ex- 
Empress, and altogether, although the house 
is old-fashioned in its architecture, it is emi¬ 
nently fitted by the beauty of 
the surrounding country, the 
seclusion and that very anti- _ 
quity which, adds dignity to 
the walls at the expense of 
some convenience, to he the - 
residence of a “monarch re¬ 
tired from business.” ~ r - - ^ 
Hugh of tho morning, 
Tinging I bo sky. 
Come on the sunbeams. 
And off with thorn fly. 
ShuduwH of ovonlng 
Hang soft on the shore, 
Darkness enwraps them. 
We see them no more. 
Ho life’s hotter moments, 
in brilliance appear, 
Dawning in bvunty, 
Our Journey to cheer. 
Kouml us they linger, 
Like shadows of nven ; 
Would that wo, like them, 
Might melt into Heaven 
SEVEN YEARS OLD, 
Seven years old, 
Maggie, my peHrl! 
Thoughtful, fair-haired. 
Blue-eyed girl ! 
It floes aeem strange ; 
Audi pot, do you know 
What a snowdrop you wero 
Seven your* ago ? 
Seven years old, 
Maggie, my pearl! 
Grundma Is keeping 
Your first baby curl. 
Your cheeks wore ns soft 
As a plttk apple blow, 
Or the heart, of a pansy, 
Sevon years ago. 
Seven years of gladness. 
Blossom and song; 
Near to the angels 
All hor lift! long. 
The years are so bright 
To our dear little girl, 
May they never be darker, 
Maggie, my pearl! 
[A. IT. Poe. 
WILHELMSHOHE, PRESENT RESIDENCE OF EX-EMPEROR NAPOLEON III, 
it is too good a home for the man through 
whose agency has been wrought all the sor¬ 
row, suffering and devastation of the present 
war, is by no means an unnatural one. But 
wc cannot believe that it is a peaceful prison 
—that its beautiful surroundings minister to 
the enjoyment of a man like Lons Napo¬ 
leon. For he cannot he unconscious of the 
anathemas hurled against him at the men¬ 
tion of his name, not only by the Germans 
whose homes are invaded by the requisitions 
of war, and whose industries are paralyzed 
by the same cause, but, by his own country¬ 
men, who are reaping the whirlwind, the 
fruit of the seed His ambition and vanity 
have sown. Let no man envy him—the ad¬ 
venturer and enemy of liberty, who has as- 
same as Ireland has been. Scotch and Eng¬ 
lish law is quite different; the lawyers here 
are astonished when told that in trials in 
Scotch courts a jury is composed of fifteen 
men, and sentence or acquittal is found by a, 
plurality of voices. Every trial is settled by 
one hearing. Scotland has always had, and 
now lias, her national flag, her scepter, her 
crown and jewels pertaining, sword of state, 
&e, deposited in Edinburgh Castle, the capi¬ 
tal city of the kingdom. 
It is true the Coronation Chair that the 
ancient kings of Scotland were crowned in, 
was violently carried away by Edward I.; 
but the prophesey held good that wherever 
this chair and stone -..T 2 placed, the 
Scots would rule. If u Wil is carried through 
Government, till a voice called out, “ the 
British Government.” He immediately cor¬ 
rected and excused himself by saying it was 
the language his country used. The laws 
are more simple and better administered by 
public prosecutors than they can he in an 
English court. 
Scotchmen smile when they hear Ameri¬ 
cans sympathizing with us as being enslaved 
by the Euglish. Why, Scotchmen have filled 
the office of Prime Minister and Lord Chan¬ 
cellors of Great Britain, and the highest of¬ 
fices of the United Kingdom have been con¬ 
ferred on them. Her men of letters and of 
scientific knowledge; her historians, her 
poets, her generals of armies, have all ranked 
equal, if not above, those of England, and 
AGNES BUKMANN 
Translated from the Norwegian of Chriatof JauseD 
for Moore’s Iturul New-Yorker. 
CHAPTER VI. 
Outward Danger. —Town Life Again. 
[Continued from page 82, lust No.J 
Agnes and the Student no longer only 
met on the highway; ho came occasionally 
to the Parsonage. On Christmas eve he 
came, and it, seemed to him 
that lie had seldom passed so 
agreeable an evening. Other 
Xmas eves for many years he 
L > had sat alone, hut now lie sat 
with Aonkh and her father in 
a bright, pleasant room. Ao- 
nes looked so pretty that even- 
in S ’ u k er Pl ,l ‘ n merino dress 
t * and white collar—she moved 
about so quietly ns she busied 
,'^l v herself in preparing lea. The 
Student thought no tea had 
ever tasted so good as this, 
V?- TJie dining-room had again 
, 1 assumed its former appear- 
gfefjp ance, and was now as lie had 
!m mi|app. first seen it in Agnes’ child- 
hood. The Pastor had just 
l ,ccl1 out into tho kitchen and 
fpronounced llie Xmas blessing 
UIR * spoken a few words to tho 
servants, before giving them 
their Xmas presents. He now 
sat smiling contentedly in his 
favorite arm chair, smoking 
and drinking his tea. The 
-JmyW? conversation turned upon the 
worM, crfulIy childish style in 
which the Bible is written, 
ar * ( l the Student remarked 
gifei what a wonderful hook it 
Avaa. He spoke of the Old 
SfflfiM'fsj Testament—of its historical 
narrations, poetry, prophecies, 
sm,;'®. those great comparisons which 
. jl|| have the power of lifting our 
thoughts up to heaven, while 
at the same time the Holy 
f ' Spirit hovers over the words, 
<jr filling the heart with a holy 
WILHELMSHOHE. 
This is called, as it is for the P: . - 
time being, the “ Elba of the 
Second Empire." It is the 
“dungeon” to w r hich King 
(now Emperor,) William con¬ 
signed his Imperial antagonist 
Napoleon III., after the sur- ; _ . 
render at Sedan. But it is no 
water-hound rock, like Elba- 
It is described as a charming 
place three miles from the city 
of Cassel, one of the chief of 
the minor German capitals. 
Willielmshohc is the Versailles jlpflp gff 
of Cassel — a chateau and 
pleasure park ou the east slope 
of the Habicbtswald Mona- 
tains, and was once the favor¬ 
ite residence of the ex-Em- ppgaJ Pfe 
peror’s uncle, Jerome, then 
King of Westphalia. ||HB|||§{ 
Wilhelmshohe is three miles if|||i|k . 
from Cassel, a long avenue of 
lime trees leads through a love¬ 
ly forest to the chateau, and jKaKslFJ 
the gardens behind it extend 
for miles to the top of the hill. 
This palatial retreat is in the .d 
luxurious style of the eight¬ 
eenth century. There are 
wonderful hot-houses, there 
are temples of Apollo and 
Mercury, waterfalls, pheasan- 
tries, lakes, and a Chinese vil- (8 
lage. There is a great fbun- rk 
tain, with a column of water 
190 feet high, and, lastly, at 
the loftiest point of thegronr 
there is a Btracge eight-sided 
building, with a series of cas¬ 
cades descending from its foot 
through five basins to a grotto of Neptune. 
The building is named the Riesenschloss 
(Giant’s Castle,) from a colossal statue, which 
is an immensely enlarged copy of the Farnese 
Hercules, the club having a cavity in which 
nine people can sit. 
It is a royal home for a prisoner; and the 
feeling said to exist among the Germans that 
The next evening Agnes sat 
'wilL a thick book before her, 
reading so diligently that she 
quite forgot that it was supper 
time. “ What, book is It that 
so interests you?” asked the 
Pastor. “It is the Old Testa¬ 
ment.” * 
And not only this evening, 
but during many others, Ao- 
nks read the Bible, and it soon became 
her favorite book. It seemed as though 
a new life opened itself to her — a life 
w liich entirely absorbed her thoughts- 
And the Student followed her so faithfully. 
She could so safely go to him, with all her 
questions ; and the perusal of each chapter 
* In the Lutheran Church the Old Testament is but 
little read. 
.Scotland. 
Americans, I find, speaking about Scot¬ 
land, commonly think that it is a country 
subject to and governed by England, the 
