almost Intolerable beat of tlie eart h, I staggered 
on with my burden In my arms. Twice the thin 
crust that heaved beneath me seemed to be break¬ 
ing under our weight, and 1 gave myself up for 
lost; but ut length, dizzy and breathless, I reached 
the rock and saw beyond It a broad space cleared 
by wood-cutters, probably, for only the stamps of 
trees long since felled protruded from the soil. 
As 1 did so, with a crash the rock loll In, and the 
flames leaped up like splashing water: but 1 man¬ 
aged to plant one root upon a corner ol' the great 
stone and with a desperate bound, cleared the 
chasm, with the child In my arms, and fell ex¬ 
hausted on the turf beyond. 
It was late at night when, spent and worn. I 
descended the mountain road and passed the Ca¬ 
tania. still carrying the child, who had some time 
since fallen asleep with her fair little head upon 
my shoulder. All that she could tell me was that 
her name was Emma Harding, and that her fam¬ 
ily was lodged In a large hotol^ fronting the sea 
and which, rrom the description, I conjectured to 
be the Albergo Reale. So It proved u> be, and 1 
had the satisfaction of restoring the lost lamb to 
her sorrowing relatives, who had mourned her as 
dead, so utterly certain had her fate appeared 
when she was known to have been left on the 
burning mountain. 
While the child's mother, weeping, caught her 
darling to her heart, Mr. Harding approached the 
spot where I stood—footsore and weary, with hair 
and garments singed, and shoes that had crum- | 
bled away piecemeal from the Boorcbed feet they 
had sheltered— and wrung inj bond. 
“ I am not a man of many worus^hesald, “ but 
you have laid me under a very deep debt of grati¬ 
tude, Mr. Cleroeuts, and—” 
I did not hear the rest, save as a contused hum 
like that of a hive of bees, for now the floor seemed 
to slide away from under my feet and the walls 
to revolve, ana tnen all grew dark. They laid 
me on a bed—for I had fainted—and sprinkled 
water on my rorehead and gave me cordials and 
wine, and gradually my strength came back to 
me; but for weeks I was too lame to be able to 
walk without the support of a crutch. 
1 am wen enough now, and they call me Cap¬ 
tain Clements—for am I not commander of a flue 
ship in the Australia trade, to which Mr. Harding, 
her owner, gave the name of the Emma, in honor 
of the dear little thing that 1 hid beneath tuy 
rough pea-coat, when the flery ralu of Etna fell 
last and thick around usv 
1 have children of my own now, blithely sport¬ 
ing In the garden of a pretty cottage near the 
Mersey, and pausing lu their play now and again, 
as tall ships pass, to usk when “ papa” Is coming 
back from sea. 
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“ FATHER OF HIS COUNTRY” PETRIFIED. 
The San Francisco Chronicle prints a letter pur¬ 
porting to come from Washington and dated Feb. 
io, in which the writer says“ We visited Wash¬ 
ington’s tomb to-day at Mount Vernon. Va., some 
20 miles from tills city, down tUe Potomac, and 
we had the unusual privilege of beholding the 
mortal remains of the Immortal Washington. Vis¬ 
itors of the tomb will remember tnat the west 
wall of the same has for several years been lu a 
falling condition and In great need of repair. A 
rew days since part of It tumbled into the tomb, 
completely covering the sarcophagus of Washing¬ 
ton and also that of Martha Washington. In order 
to repair the damage In a competent manner. It 
was found necessary to remove them a few feet 
from their resting-place. The one containing the 
remains of Martha Washington was removed first 
but attracted no attention. But the unusual 
weight of the one containing t he remains of Wash¬ 
ington, aroused the curiosity of the official who 
was superintending the work of removal, and it 
was decided to open the sarcophagus lu order to 
ascertain the cause. This was done, and the re¬ 
mains were found to be petrified; In lact, a solid 
stone resembling a statue, the features perfectly 
natural, with the exception of eyes and ears, no 
trace of which cau be seen. The body Is of a dark 
feathery color, and may be said to be a sort sand¬ 
stone, which would likely break should an attempt 
be made to remove It trorn the sarcophagus. 
Ed. Baker, an aged colored man, who has resided 
upon the farm since he was a boy, and who as¬ 
sisted In removing the remains from the old tomb 
to the present one. Informs us that it is 3S years 
since their last removal. At that time they had 
rested in the old tomb as years, and were exhumed 
in a state of preservation beyond all expectation, 
being a solid, compact mass, with the skin drawn 
tightly to the bones, petrifaction no doubt, having 
commenced Its work. The repairs to the tomb 
will be completed to-day, and the sarcophagus Is 
not likely to be opeued again for a century to 
come unless, Indeed, In the case Of an accident, as 
In the present instance, and petrifaction will com¬ 
plete Its work, and the remains ot the immortal 
Washington will then be as enduring as his mem¬ 
ory Is dear.” 
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A CELEBRATED DIAMOND. 
One of the finest brilliants In America, and one 
with a romantic history, is now for sale at Salt 
Lake. This stone Is 1-32 of a carat lighter than 
the celebrated Tweed, diamond, but Its cutting Is 
much better, and it is considered by experts to be 
more valuablo. It weighs S# carats, and is ex¬ 
actly hall an Inch in diameter. 
It was for many hundred years in the family of 
an East India prince. This potenate presented It 
to the ex-Queen Christina of bpatn, who presented 
H to her daughter, ex-Queen Isabella, on the oc¬ 
casion of her marriage. The latter was forced to 
sell It, with many other diamonds, and It was 
bought at an auction of her diamonds, which was 
made In London, and It was purchased by a St. 
louts gentleman with aboutlflo.ooo worth of othei 
diamonds. He was soon after offered *15,000 in 
gold for It by the Americus Club of New York, but 
he refused to sell It. Subsequently It was stolen 
from him while visiting at Saratoga Springs toy 
thieves, who employed what is known as the um¬ 
brella game. While alighting from the cars, a 
man spread an umbrella In his face, aud as he 
started back the pin was stolen from bis shirt- 
bosom. The trick was so dexterously turned that 
the victim old not discover his loss for several 
hours. When, however, he found himself minus 
the wonderful brilliant, he promptly telegraphed 
to the dally papers of New York city, offering 
15,000 reward and no questions asked. In twenty- 
four hours his pi a was returned, and the thieves 
were richer the amount of the reward. Afterward 
this same gentleman went to Salt I-ake city and 
traded his diamond for mining property valued at 
$ 22 , 000 . The mine developed well and the lucky 
speculator realized over $00,000 from this invest¬ 
ment. The miner who received the stone was 
cheated out ot it by Chicago gamblers, who sold 
It to a diamond dealer who, In turn, sold it to 
the firm in Salt Lake City who now possess it. 
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A WOMAN SOLD AT AUCTION. 
amekican papers have orten commented upon 
the Tact that in some parts of England women 
have been sold at public auction during the last 
century. Yesterday the novel sight of a woman 
being sold under the hammer, was witnessed by 
hundreds of people lu front of Currie’s auction 
store. When It became known that such a sale 
was to be made a large crowd gathered to see the 
woman, and many were wondering If the author¬ 
ities would atlow such a disgraceful scene to go 
on. At 10.30 the woman was brought out. Her 
name was unknown; but she was recognized by 
some or the bystanders as a person who had 
worked m a millinery store on C street before the 
war, and her character had never been question¬ 
ed. She seemed perfectly composed in the pres¬ 
ence of so large a crowd, and never moved a mus¬ 
cle of her face as the auctloner called out the first 
bid. Sim stood in an elevated position, dressed in 
plain muslin, without any special attempt at dis¬ 
play. She was a band30me brunette, with regu¬ 
lar features, dark hair and eyes, and a complexion 
as pure as wax. She was finally knocked down 
ror fs, and to the surprise or everybody, the bid¬ 
der was a married man. He says the woman Is 
somewhat dilapidated, but thinks he can inelL 
down the wax aud make her up Into tapers for 
Christmas trees. She originally cost$800 lu New 
York, the workmanship being or the best, and 
was for a longtime displayed In a Broadway mil¬ 
liner’s window before she was shipped to the Com¬ 
stock.— Virain io Ch ranicle. 
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“ONLY TWENTY-FIVE CENTS-WHO 
TAKES THE NEXT?” 
There's a wandering genius around the Cen¬ 
tral Market who has lor sale an article described 
by him to the public In a loud tone, as follows: 
“ Gentlemen, a British nobleinnn invented this 
article, and he spent eighteenare thinking and 
experimenting over It. You will observe that It 
is a glass-cutter, a can-opener, a knife-sharpener, 
putty-knife, a setssors-sharpener, a jack-knife, a 
nail-cleaner and a bread-knife combined. It Is 
light, durable, compact, beautirul and convenient, 
and the price Is only twenty-five cents. Who 
takes the next?” 
lie was talking away yesterday forenoon, when 
a hard-handed son of toll approached and asked 
to Inspect one ot the articles. The man explained 
Its merits and uses, commented on Its different 
uses, and added; 
** You want one, or course ? ” 
“ I guess not,” said the farmer. 
“Why?” 
“ Oh, It doesn't seem to be of much use.” 
“ Great spoous! but haven't I explained to you 
that It can be used for eight different purposes ? 
What more can you ask?” 
“ Wall, It seems to me that you ought to have 
a corn-slmller hitched on to It somewhere!” slow¬ 
ly replied the agriculturist, and he laid It down 
and walked away. 
-- 
MARRIAGES IN SERVIA. 
The fathers of two houses concerned meet and 
settle tpe matter together, exchanging presents 
which sometimes amount to a considerable value. 
TUis, by a sort of purchase, is as U3etul a member 
of a household asagrown-up maiden, surrendered 
by one to another. The brother of the bride de¬ 
livers her to the solemn procession, which comes 
to conduct her to her new abode; and there she 
is received by tbe sestet, .i sister-lu-law of the 
bridegroom. She dresses a child, touches with a 
distaff the walls, which are so often to see her 
occupied with this implement, aud carries bread, 
wine and water up to the table, which U will be¬ 
come her dally duty to prepare. W 1th these sym¬ 
bolical ceremonies she enters Into the new com¬ 
munity. Her mouth Is sealed by a piece of sugar, 
to denote that she should utter little, and only 
what is good. As yet she is only a stranger, and 
for a whole year she Is termed the “betrothed.” 
By au assumption of continued bashfulness, pre¬ 
scribed by custom, she keeps apart even from her 
husband. In the presence of others she scarcely 
converses with him, much less would a playmate 
phrase be permitted from her lips. It Is only 
when years have passed, and she has become the 
mother of grown-up children, that she. In reality, 
finds herself on an equality with the other mem¬ 
bers of the household. 
WHAT A PLANT DID. 
A little plant was given to a sick girl. In try¬ 
ing to take care of It, the family made changes in 
their way of living. First, they cleaned the win- | 
dow, that more light might come to its leaves; 
then, when not too cold, they would open the 
window, that fresh air might help the plant to 
grow. Next, tbe clean window made the rest of 
the room look so untidy that they used to wash 
the floor and walls and arrange the furniture more 
neatly. This led the father of the family to mend 
a broken chair or two. which kept him ut home 
several evenings. After the work was done he 
stayed home, instead of spending his leisure at a 
tavern, and the money thus saved went, to buy 
comforts foi them all. And then, as the home 
grew attractive, the whole family loved It better 
than ever before, and grew healthier and happier 
with their flowers. Thus the little plant brought 
a real as well as a physical blessing. 
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A GREAT MAN S CAT. 
Away out In tbe Mediterranean, on one of the 
little fragments of the world that lie around Sar¬ 
dinia, there lives a man who takes kindly to kit¬ 
tens—to pets of all kinds. He has one which la 
his faithful fellow, his warm and purring friend. 
Where lie goes, t here pussy goes. All things are 
forgiven her, all liberties accorded; and so, In 
spite of doga aud men, she has taken to hunting; 
lifts her ears fiercely to the first sound or the bu¬ 
gle, ranges herself with the hounds aud leads the 
pack, which sometime*, to Its chagrin, arrives lo 
time to see puss, with a flying leap, pounce upon 
the bird and hold LI, till her master appears. Her 
master is Garibaldi. Some people say cats have 
no affection; that Is not true. We know a well- 
authenticated instance of a cat having died of a 
broken heart, because her sweet little mistress 
was called away to the world or spirits. 
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FRIENDS. 
Beoplk who have warn friends are healthier 
and happier than those who have none. A single 
real friend is a treasure worth more than gold or 
precious stones. Money can buy many things, 
good and evil. All the wealth of tbe world could 
not buy you a friend or pay you ror the loss of 
one. “ I have only wanted one thing to make me 
happy,” Ilu/.lllt writes, “but, wanting that, have 
wanted everything.” Aud again, •' My heart, 
shut up m a prison-house of this rude clay, has 
never round, nor will it ever find a heart to speak 
to. We are the weakest of spendthrifts If we let 
one friend drop off through Inattention, or let one 
push away another; or If we hold aloot rrom one 
for petty Jealousy or heedless slight or roughness. 
Would you throw away a dUmond because u 
pricked you ? One good friend Is not to be weigh¬ 
ed against the jewels of the earth. 
A CONVICT WISER THAN HIS JUDGE. 
The history of jurisprudence probably does not 
afford a more amusing story t han that or an Inci¬ 
dent which occurred not long since In an English 
court, when a man who had been convicted at 
the previous session of an attempt to steal, was 
brought up and sentenced to five years' peuai 
servitude. " What! five years for an attempt5” 
he exclaimed. “ It ought only to be two years.” 
He went buck to his cell: but his comment on the 
sentence was correct, and In a few minutes he 
was recalled to the dock, when an amended sen¬ 
tence was passed upon him. “ I told you so 1” he 
remarked triumphantly, and he went hack to hl3 
cell, elated at Uavl ng saved three years. 
THE HISTORY OF A HYMN. 
“ MY FAITH LOOKS UP TO THEE.” 
*• Behold the Lamb of God,”—J ohn 1, 22. 
My faith looks up to Thee, 
Thou Lamb of Calvary, 
Saviour Divine ; 
Now hear me wliiie I pray. 
Take all my guilt away, 
O, let me, from this day 
Be wholly Thine 
May Thy rich grace impart 
Strength to my 1 aiming heart, 
My zeal inspire 
As Thou hast died for me, 
O, may xny love to Thee, 
Pure, warm aud changeless be, 
A living fire. 
While life’s dark maze I tread, 
And griefs around me spread. 
Be Thou my guide; 
Bid darkness turn to day, 
Wipe sorrow's tear away 
Nor let me ever stray, 
From Thee aside. 
When ends file's transient dream, 
When death's cold sullen stream 
Shall o’er me roll; 
Blest Saviour, then, in love, 
Fear and distress remove, 
O, bear me safe above. 
A ransomed soul. 
A tear or two arter tills hymn was written 
aud when no one, as far as can be recollected, 
had ever seen it, Dr. Lowell Mason met the author 
in the streets of Boston and requested him to 
furnish some hymns for a hymn and tune-book 
which, In connection with Dr. Hastings of New 
York, he was about to publish. The little book i 
I containing It was shown lilm, and he asked for a 
copy. They stepped into a store together and a 
copy was made and given him, which, without 
much notice, he put In his pocket. On sitting 
down at home and looking it over, Dr. Mason be¬ 
came so much interested lo it that, he wrote for It 
the tune “ olivet," m which It has almost univer¬ 
sally been sung. Two or three days after they 
met again in the streets, when, scarcely waiting 
to salute the writer, he earnestly exclaimed, “ Mr. 
Palmer, you may live many years and do many 
good things, but I think you will be best known 
to posterity as the author ot • My Faith Looks up 
to Thee.' " Hymn and tune soon passed into com¬ 
mon use In the Inlted States; and lu 1S40the 
hymn was introduced into England through a col¬ 
lection published by Dr. Andrew Reed, and is now 
lound lu all English aud Scotch manuals of wor¬ 
ship or recent date. 
The request has often been made, by letter and 
otherwise, that the author would communicate 
any Interesting facts that had come to his knowl¬ 
edge In connection w lib the use of this hymn. A 
great many such facts have been communicated 
to him; but considerations ot delicacy would for- 
bid tbe communication or them In many cases, 
and the number, too, would render 1L Impossible. 
Ho has told, however, two or throe touching lncl- 
I cidents which may serve as examples. 
During the late civil strife, and on the evening 
preceding"one Of the most terrible battles of the 
war, some six or eight Christian young men. who 
were looking forward to tbe deadly strife, met to¬ 
gether In one of their tents for prayer. After 
spending some time In committing themselves to 
<tod and In Christian conversation,, and freely 
speaking together of the probability that they 
would not all of them survive the morrow. It was 
suggested by one of the number that they should 
rilruw up a paper expressive of I he feellugs with 
which they went to stand face to face with death, 
and all sign U; and that this should be left as a 
testimony to the friends of such of them as might 
rail. This was unanimously agreed to, and after 
consultation, It was decided that a copy of “My 
Faith Looks up to Thee,” should be written out, 
and that each should subscribe his name to it, bo 
that father, mother, brother or sister, might know 
In what spirit they laid down their lives. Of 
course they did not all meet again. The Incident 
was related afterward by one who survived the 
battle. 
Another interesting case was that of an active 
business man, residing in the Interior of the Brute, 
who was accustomed to visit the city of New York 
from time to time ror business purposes. Before 
corning on a certain occasion, ftc hud observed a 
swelling slowly forming on bis pci son, which, 
though not troublesome as yet, occasioned him 
some anxiety; and after attending to the matters 
lor which he came, he went to submit the ease to 
the judgment of an eminent surgeon. He was 
frankly told thai It would prove u malignant tu¬ 
mor, and would probably terminate Ills life by the 
end of six months. This was, or course, a stun¬ 
ning blow. He was an Intellectual believer In 
Christianity, and a man of upright life, but was 
without a Christian hope. Before leaving the 
city, he called on a Christian lady—a sister, we 
believe—and told her what the surgeon hap sal-l. 
On parting from her, she placed In his hand a 
printed leaflet, which he accepted and put In his 
pocket. Thou he took the cars on the Hudson 
road, and when seated, sank lulu profound thought 
on his position, lie recalled his past life, so filled 
with divine goodness; his sinful neglect to return 
this with love uud obedience, and Ills fallui'o to 
receive the Saviour of the world Into his heart. 
Some hours, perhaps, hud passed lu this way, and 
his heart had become full of tender feeling, when 
he remembered the leaflet and took It from his 
pocket. At once Ids eye rested on the words: 
” My faith looks up to Thee, 
Thou Lamb at Calvary 1" 
lie read the hymn through slowly, and many 
times over. His heart adopted the language, a 
new-born faith found full aud delighted expres¬ 
sion Lu it, and from that time he luid a tranquil 
rest In God. The prediction or the surgeon Was 
fulfilled, and the poor sufferer died joyfully, hav¬ 
ing this song sung to him to Lhe very last. 
We will add hut a single example more. It is 
contained In an extract from u letter of an excel¬ 
lent young lady, the daughter of a clergyman, 
who had been long suffering from a chronic dis¬ 
ease. “One morning, loug ago, 1 awoke with 
more than the usual exhaustlou, and a sense ol 
discouragement amounting to depression. Do you 
know that kind or despair so like suffocation ? 
Bitter replntnirs rose In my heart; hard thoughts 
ol God and sinful questionings. Why must it be ? 
What shall I do Y 1 heard the rain beating against 
the windows. I knew the day must be dreary and 
1 sighed aloud, * What will there be to cheer tne 
to-day ?’ And then I hastily glanced about the 
room, gladly discovering that 1 was alone and 
turning again to my pillow wearily. Hark! tne 
chords of a piano! The ramlly must be at morn¬ 
ing worship. L'p through the register, as distinct¬ 
ly as If breathed at my bedside, came the strain— 
•• My faith look* up to Thee. 
Thou Lamb ot Calvary. 
Saviour Divine." 
I enjoyed it, aud listened eagerly— 
•' Now hear me while 1 pray, 
Take ah my sins awaj. 
O. let me, irom this bay. 
Be wholly Xhme." 
I felt calmed. 1 would look up for cheer. I 
could not say that dismal morning, ‘Thou, O 
Christ, art all 1 want;’ but I could say, * My faith 
looks up to Thee.’ Afterward, lor several days 
and nights, I repeated the hymn constantly, es¬ 
pecially the stanza, 
•• While life’s dark maze I tread.” 
Maze was Just the word for ine. You know what 
a tangled wild my path of late has been.” 
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