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woman was surrounded, and with which she 
was associated from day to day. 
“Everywhere were beautiful paintings, she 
writes, “ which belonged to the picture gallery 
aud which are returned thither even' year to 
make room for new one*. The tables were ren¬ 
dered strikingly beautiful by a collection of the 
rarest tlowers of marble whiteness. In e\^ry 
corner were porcelain vases tilled with costly 
bouquets. In four of which—of the lovely blue 
Semin fahrtqw— were deposited rare blossoms, 
at least four feet In bight. In this room Is the 
excellent and well-selected library of the Em¬ 
press. The book shelves, which surround the 
entire room, contain the most admirable workB 
especially In the department of botany. 
“In this apartment the Hmpress spends more 
than half of her time. Alexander von Huin- 
boldt's “ Prnductenkmte" was placed In front 
of her easy chair; bis work lay open near it, 
and appeared to have been the last to occupy 
her mind." 
These works of our great German naturalist 
followed her in her exile. There Is nothing 
more touching than the picture presented by 
this gentle being, burled In her solitude among 
tlowers at Malmaison. From that, time her 
Itrlof-fitrlcken heart knuw hut one effort at <‘uh 
ture, save that of her tlowers -the memory of 
that mau whom she loved and worshipped to 
her latest breath. 
No other reet than hers were permitted to 
cross the threshold of her desolate room, where 
she collected all those relics of her former 
happy days. Here might no furniture be moved 
from Its place; no leaflet carried away. With 
her small, delicate duster In her hand she clean¬ 
ed this, her sanctuary, day by day. For hours 
she sat alone In this favorite ainhush. Every 
morning she placed fresh bouquets upon her 
work table, and in the season of Camellia blos- 
soins—and they bloomed nowhere »o beautiful 
and abundant as at Malmalson-abe deposited 
each day a white Camellia between the leaves, 
whioh was to live and die for him: like that 
11 rat white blossom which she so joyfully 
brought and laid beneath bU eyes. 
Aud she herself lived and died for nlm—with 
heart-yearnings for her sunny home—a poor, 
lonely flower. 
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FATHER’S LOYE STORY. 
BY GEO. GRAPHY. 
“ Tom Is asleep,” said his sister. The boy had 
been sitting dreamily gazing into the lire, his 
hands clasped behind his head, but, at the 
sound of her voice, he answered pleasantly, 
“ Not quite, Ida. T was Just thinking If such 
things as we read of In story books ever hap¬ 
pen. Of course 1 believe that some do; but J 
mean those stories In which a young man res¬ 
cues a strange girl from unheard of danger; 
they tali In love with each other on the luBlunt, 
her father sets him up in business, or makes 
him a present of a few thousand dollars ; they 
get married, and live happily ever afterward.” 
All laughed at the picture Tom drew, and a 
certain sly look passing between father and 
mother did not escape the attention of Ida, 
who defended her favorite books with all her 
might. “ Of course they do,” said she; “ and I 
am sure almost every one will agree with me. 
Don’t i/ow, father?” 
“ 1 must say, my dear, that 1 cannot contia- 
dic.t you, and If you would like to hear a story 
I w m tell you how your mother aud 1 became 
©ORE’S RURAL NEW-YORKER. 
acquainted. ... ,, 
“ Oh! I know well enough how that was, 
said Tom. "You were Introduced by some 
friend at a party, perhaps, and wont to see her 
once a week, alt regular M clock work, until 
you were married; but—” 
"Now Tom, that’s real mean," broke iu his 
sister, “ to Interrupt lather in that way-go on, 
« a . ni keep this young cub from growling,” 
and changing her seat for one near Tom’s she 
laid her linger on hU Ups. 
"Well, my dear, nothing could be further 
from the reality thau your brother’s supposi¬ 
tion Very few stories that 1 have read sur¬ 
pass this In point of adventure, and certainly 
none have been quite as interesting to me. It 
happened iu this way. You know I formerly 
traveled a great deal on the cars between here 
and B Your grandmother was living then, 
and I used to run back and forth quite ofteu. 
I never troubled my head much about t he girls 
in those days, aud, although 1 was in business 
for myself, oared little about high hats, canes 
or cigars.” .. . 
An exclamation from TOM showed that he 
was interested at least, aud necessitated his 
sister putting her arm around his neck to pre¬ 
vent a repetition of the interruption. 
“ One morning l started, as usual, for moth, 
er’s, securing a good seat in the cars behind a 
man who was busily employed in eating pea¬ 
nuts, throwing the shells on the floor and spit¬ 
ting out of the window. I opened tho morning 
paper, aud wits soon interested In the account 
of an accident that had happened the day be¬ 
fore. The article was a long one. I had read 
the paper through, and we hud left the city 
flfteon or twenty miles behind us, when a cry 
from a lady opposite caused me to look out ol 
the window. We were about crossing a road 
and I saw that a horse attached to a box wagon 
was running away, and coming toward ns at 
the top of his si.eed. 1 also saw that a very 
pretty young lady held onto the reins as tightly 
as possible, and exerted all her strength to stop 
the animal, who had got completely beyond 
her control. 
"What Induced me to do it, I don’t know; 
but, acting on the impulse of the moment, I 
sprang up and pulled the connecting line. For¬ 
tunately I was In the last car. and we were not 
running fait at the time. I remember hearing 
the whistle from the locomotive, signifying 
“ down brakes," and that one man, who seemed 
to divine rny Intention, tried to stop rue. Hur¬ 
rying to the rear platform I took my position 
on t.be step, and aB soon as tho train slowed up 
jumped off. f was none too soon, and just had 
time to catch the tailboard of the wagon as the 
horse, more than ever frightened at the sight, 
of the train, tore across the track. It required 
all mystrengtn to hold on, and, if I bad not 
been pretty quick aud active, 1 should have 
been thrown aside and killed, However, I 
managed to get in at lust, and taking the lelns, 
would, in all probability, either have pulled the 
horse over into the vehicle or my arms from 
the sockets (the last you will agree with me 
being the most likely thing of the two to hap¬ 
pen), when suddenly tho right hand line broke, 
and. afraid that If 1 pulled on the other, our , 
unruly steed might turn and upset us, I was 
obliged to throw It down and think of soino < 
plan to fltop him. i 
" All this time the young lady had not said a i 
word, and sat perfectly still, although I, could i 
see from the pallor of her face, iy id a slight 
trembling of the lips, that she yu* fully alive i 
to the danger of our position. I knew that < 
what I did l must do quickly, for we hud uearly I 
been thrown out two or thraa Limes, and 1 had i 
shaken my head emphatically at my fellow suf- i 
ferer in answer to her mute appeal for perrnls- .i 
Mon to jump. J knew that broken limbs would i 
be the consequence, and resolved to do all In i 
my power to prevent such a calamity. Seeing I 
i, u other way 1 leaned forward, and, grasping , 
the backstrap, put a foot on each shaft and In 
this manner worked my way on to the horse’s 
hack. A short distance ahead the road took a 
sharp turn, and I made up my mind that the 
horse must be stopped before we reached II ; so , 
I threw my arms around his neck with the idea 
of choking him, when the whlffletree became 
detached from the shaft. Nothing that I am 
aware of 1* mure likely to terrify a horse than 
to have something knocking against his heels, 
and I found that it required some skill to keep 
my seat. One kick—the shafts were demolished 
and we were free from the wagon, which ran 
ahead by its own velocity, until one of the 
front wheels struck a stone, turning the car¬ 
riage so that it ran into the bushes, which 
lined the road, and stopped. A glance behind 
showed me all this, aud I was about looking 
out for my own safety when the beast stumbled, 
throwing me with great violence over his head. 
I know that my temple struck something pret¬ 
ty hard; I saw several flashes of light before 
my eyes, and then all was still. 
The next thing that I remember is that I was 
1 lying on a bed in a strange room, with mother 
by my side. I felt very weak and wondered how 
I came there, until I saw the lady whom 1 had 
risked my life to save standing at the loot of 
the bedstead. 1 thought she seemed very much 
pleased to see that I had regained conscious¬ 
ness, and the smile she gave me made me feel 
as happy as one iu my condition could. 
The doctor told me afterward that It was 
only “ good nursing that brought me through,” 
for besides having inflammation of the brain, I 
had several ugly bruises, including a sprained 
ankle, and, 11 I remember lightly, two or three 
broken ribs. I had been sick five weeks and 
you may be sure I was glad when I was strong 
enough to walk in the garden by the help of 
your mother and a cane.” 
" M other I’’ 
" Yes, Ida ; it was your mother who was the 
cause of my broken ribs, and I have never re¬ 
gretted It, and would go through the same 
thing again if It were necessary or would do her | 
any good. My business had been very much 
neglected during my illness and 1 found 1 should 
have to commence over again ; but that did not 
trouble me much, for I was young—seal cely 
tweety-four—and your nn» had promised to wait 
for me until I was gray II necessary.” 
" No sir," said mother, who sat on the other 
side of the hearth, “ not only until you were 
gray, but forever.” 
" True, my dear, you did; but wc did not have 
lo wait very loDg, for your father, after letting 
me‘go ahead awhile on my own hook,’as he 
expressed it, advanced the necessury funds, and 
1 when 1 would have paid him back said, ‘ You 
1 risked your life to suve Nettie’s ; ail I have is 
hers, aud she is yours; never talk to me of pay¬ 
ment again.' 
" !^> you see, Tom, that mine was uot sujb a 
commonplace courtship as you imagined. But 
there’s the supper bell; run aud get ready. 
• Come, mother.” 
its restrictions of liberty. Eearn to look on It, 
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down stout hearts with its anxious load. And 
in its highest reach your duty is a debt of hon¬ 
or, of gratitude, of love; whose payment Is all 
pleasure In the actor paying, no less than in the 
sense of its discharge.—IF. 0. Duane. D. D. 
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Sabbath Reading. 
THE OLD KIRKYARD. 
There's a charm for every woe— 
There’s a kiss for every blow— 
And there's a peace for them below, 
In the aulil klrkyard. 
For there the weary rest, 
Wi' nae earkin care oppressed— 
The pnlr man’s as guid’s the best 
In the auld klrkyard. 
They may rear and they may deck 
Their tributes o’ respeck. 
O’er humanity’s frail wreck. 
In the Btild klrkyard. 
But what tho’ a staue they rear— 
It's nae worth sue honest tear 
Shed by friendship o’er the bier. 
In the auld klrkyard. 
E'en the bonnle flow’rs that bloom, 
Dike sweet mem’ries frae the tomb, 
Dispersin’ a’ the gloom, 
In the auld klrkyard. 
Are a fitter mark, I ween, 
For the bed o’ dear lo’ed frien’ 
Wi’ Its coverlet o’ green, 
In the auld kirkyard. 
As they spring in proud array 
They laughin’ seem to say— 
We bloom but to decay. 
In the auld kirkyard. 
But when winter’s winds are blawn, 
And spring waves its lairy waun, 
Then we'il blush like rosy dawn, 
In the auld kirkyard, 
For man as weel aB floo’rs. 
There are gladsome summer boors, 
But they pass aud then he coors. 
In the auld kirkyard. 
-- ♦♦♦ - 
THE SENTENCE OF THE SAVIOUR. 
A correspondent of Notes and Queries 
(London) writesCan any of your correspond¬ 
ents Inform me whether the enclosed extract 
from the Kolnlsche Zeltung la based on sound 
authority, and what that authority is? also, 
where aud when was the Ivolnische Zeltung 
published ? 
Correct Transcript ot i he Sentence of Death 
Pronounced against Jesus Christ. 
The following Is a copy of the most memora¬ 
ble judicial sentence which has ever been pro¬ 
nounced iu the annals of the world—that of 
death against tho Saviour—with remarks which 
l,o Dolt has collected, and tho knowledge ol 
which must be Interesting in the highest de¬ 
gree to every Christian. Until now I am not 
aware that. U has ever been made public lu Ger¬ 
man papers. Tho sentence la word for word as 
follows: 
Sentence pronounced by Pontius Pilate, In- 
tendautufthe province of Lower Galilee, that 
JesuB of Nazareth shall suffer death by the 
cross. 
lu the seventeenth year of the F.mperor Ti¬ 
berius, and on the 80th day of the month of 
March, iu the holy city of Jerusalem, during the 
pontificate of Annaulas and Caaiphas. 
Pontius Pilate. Intoudant nr the province of 
Lower Gallllee, sitting in Judgment In the presi¬ 
dential seat of the prmtor, sentence's Jesus of 
Nazareth to death on a cross, between two rob¬ 
ber*, numerous aud notorious testimonies of 
the people, prove : 
1. Jesus Is a misleader. 
;}. He has excited the people to sedition. 
3. He is an enemy to laws. 
4. He calls himself the Son of God. 
6. lie calls himself falsely the King of Israel. 
0. He went Into the Temple, followed by a 
multitude of people carrying palms In their 
hands. 
Orders the first centurion, Quirilius Cornelius, 
to bring him to the place of execution. 
Forbids all persons, rich or poor, to prevent 
the execution of Jesus. 
The witnesses who have signed the execution 
against Jesus are: 
1. Daniel Robani, Pharisee. 
2. John Sorobabel. 
3. Raphael Robani. 
The sentence Is engraved ou a plate of brass, 
iu the Hebrew language, and on Its aides arc 
the following words:—“A similar plate has 
beeu sent to each tribe.” It was discovered lu 
the year 1280, lu the city of Aqullla, lu the king¬ 
dom of Naples, by a search for the discovery of 
Roman antiquities, and remained there until It 
was found by the Commissioners of art in tho 
French army of Italy. Up to the time of the 
campaign In Southern Italy It was preserved in 
the sacristy of the Carthusians, uear Naples, 
where it was kept in a box of ebony. Since 
then the relic has been kept in the chapel of 
* Caserta. The Carthusians obtained by their 
petitions that, the plate might be kept by them, 
which was an acknowledgment of tho sacrifices 
which they made for the French army. The 
• French translation was made literally by mem¬ 
bers of the Commission of arts. Denon had a 
’ fac-slmile of the plate eugraved, which fac¬ 
simile was bought by Lord Howard, on the sale 
of his cabinet, for 2,6i»U francs. There seems to 
e be no historical doubt as to the authenticity of 
>’ this. The reasons of the sentence correspond 
ll exactly with those of the Gospel. 
Harper’s Magazine for December is an unu¬ 
sually good number. , 
God has uot taken so much pains In framing, 
and furnishing, aud adorning this world, that 
they who were made by him to live iu it should 
despise It, 
