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THE RURAL HEW-YORKER. 
A MESSENGER. 
Go, little rose! 
With all your dow,v freshness 
To my ilarlinv. And when 
You sue her face, w ilh its fair Kindness, 
Greet her with my love 
And say I sent yon. 
And if by some sweet chance 
She clast>« you to her breaRt, 
Oh, little rose, stay Boftly still 
In happy rest; 
And as each tender heart-beat 
Moves yon gently to and fro. 
Keep guard about her for me, rose, 
Because 1 love her so! 
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When evening gloaming 
Walks abroad the earth. 
And shadows gather, as the day is done. 
Oh, then, my messenger, I charge yon, 
Give her this ; (I press it 
Softly on your crimson leaves.) 
Go, say rose, and fold her in a mute caress— 
She with her growing loveliness— 
And give the kiss I send 
With all my heart's fond love, 
And say 1 scut you. 
t If. Russell, in N. O. Picayune. 
LOUIS ADOLPHE THIERS. 
Bv the death of Boms Adolfob Timurs, outlie 
3d Inst., Franco lost hor most distinguished and 
popular statesman and French republicanism a 
recent disciple, but a forclblo advocate and a pow¬ 
erful support. No man In tho country had so 
much of tho confidence of the bourgeolso, or mid¬ 
dle class, without whoso support no Government 
established either by nobles or the populace can 
have In France any but a temporary sway. Nor 
was the high es- 
tlmatlon In 
which he was 
h.eld, confined 
exclusively t o 
Ills own coun¬ 
try ; Germany 
a n d England, 
also, and Indeed 
all Europe, look¬ 
ed to Ids lnllu- 
enoo as a check 
upon radical ex¬ 
travagances, a 
barrier to royal 
m aC h 1 nations 
and a safeguard 
for tho tranquil¬ 
ity of the nation. 
It was not until 
after a long ca¬ 
reer of public 
service that the 
rotund, diminu¬ 
tive, short-sight¬ 
ed son of an ob¬ 
scure locksmith, 
attained lu an a- 
rlstocratlc coun¬ 
try a position of 
such promi¬ 
nence and Im¬ 
portance. 
Marie Joseph 
Louis Adolphe 
Timers was born 
at Marseilles, 
April 16, 1797. 
Through the lu¬ 
ll uence of a rela¬ 
tive, he gratui¬ 
tously entered, 
at the ago of 9, 
the lyceum of 
.Ills native town, y 
where he so dls- 
llugulslied him- 
sell that lie was 
enabled to study ' 
law afterwards 
at Alx, where lie 
attainable by 
Frenchmen. In 
1336 lie was 
made Minister of 
Foreign Affairs, 
but resigned in lsio, on the nightof Louih i*nn«- 
iitk, In 1848, ho was elected to the Constituent 
Assembly, whose duty It was to frame a Constit¬ 
ution for the new republic, and as a member or 
this, he favored the election of Louis Napoleon 
as President. 
Afterwards be warned tho Assembly against a 
now Napoleonic empire, and on the coup dV/uf or 
Dec. a. lsol. he was arrested, Imprisoned till Jan¬ 
uary 9th following; and banished till August 7, 
1352. lie vigorously opposed Napoleon’s fatal 
blunder In bringing about the unification of Italy, 
invading Mexico, and permitting, m istm, the de¬ 
feat of Austria and the aggrandizement or Prus¬ 
sia. In 1870 bo opposed the declaration of war 
against the latter, on the ground that tho Gov¬ 
ernment being unprepared, wall rushing to cer¬ 
tain defeat.; and hla Inlluonce roso with tho veri¬ 
fication of his prediction, lu February, 1871, after 
the downfall of the Empire, ho was chosen Chief 
of the Executive, lie negotiated the treaty of 
peace with tho Germans, crushed the Commune, 
and secured the great, loan that paid tho German 
lndomnlty. In August his term of office was pro¬ 
longed for three years, but his Ministry having 
boon defeated in the Assembly on May 24th, 1S73, 
he resigned and was succeeded by McMahon. At 
tho time of hla death ho was a member of the 
Assembly himself, and had his life boon prolong¬ 
ed, would probably have been again elected Pres¬ 
ident of tho Republic. 
As a Journalist, Tiiikrs was remarkable for the 
readiness with which ho could write ably on any 
subject—social, political, historical, or scientific 
—as well as for tho originality of ids Ideas. As a 
historian, ho was extremely graphic, Industrious 
In his researches, and powerful lit tho presenta¬ 
tion of Ids subject. As a politician, ho was a roy¬ 
alist, until after a royalist combination had driven 
him from tho Presidency; and throughout Ufo was 
remarkable for tho fertility of ids resources, his 
persistent ambition, and bis clear foresight of 
the results of political movements. As a man, lie 
was by no means moral; was of no religion, ge¬ 
nial in private Intercourse, and a frequent, specu¬ 
lator In the money market on the knowledge Ills 
position enabled him to acquire. In person bo 
was extremely short, stout, lldgotty, with a round 
face, a hooked nose, and usually a monstrous pair 
of spectacles. Tils voice was shrill and feeble, but 
he was always a ready and forcible speaker on 
any subject that might arise. u. 
i»tori)-®cllfr. 
GEORGIE OASTERTON’S LOVERS. 
“ It s all humbug!” 
" What Is all humbug?” 
“To talk about botng resigned to ono’slotln 
life. 1 am not resigned. I hate being poor, and I 
bate—oh, I do hate wearing that shabby old 
thing 1” 
Georgle Casterton marched up and down her 
mcanly-Iurnlslied little bod-room, nourishing her 
hair-brush vehemently In Indignant, protest 
against her special lol In llfo. She was dressing 
for an evening party, and a curly mass of tangled 
brown lialr streamed over her scarlet, dressing- 
gown far below her waist. " That shabby old 
thing " lay spread out on the bed. It was ft dress 
of black alpaca—not a bad dress of Its kind, and 
nicely made. White tulle ruffles lay beside It. 
“ llorrld old thing,” said Georgle, coming to a 
LOUIS ADOLPILE TIIIEltS. 
standstill in front of It and giving It a contemptu¬ 
ous twitch, “ 1 do hate you!” 
“oh, Georgle 1” 
“ Yes, 1 do; and you need not sit perched up ou 
the bed, Esther, saying, ‘Ob, Georgle P In such a 
horrified tone. I do hate it, and It la horrid and 
poverty-stricken. Just think of going to a party 
In It! I would rather by half go lu sackcloth and 
ashes.” 
“How lovely you would look in a sackcloth 
garment, with a repo round your waist!” said 
Esther, dryly, from her perch on the bed. 
Georgle gave an unmerciful pull at, the curly 
brown hair. 
“ I wish you would be sensible, Esther—you are 
so dreadfully literal. At any rate, It r might 
dress llko a sister of charity, It would bo a merit 
to look shabby and woe-begono.” 
“ sisters or charity don't look woe-begono. At 
St. Mary’s Home they are quite morry, and not at 
all miserable. But you would look a fright In a 
great black bonnet.” 
“ I don’t suppose 1 should, and at loast II: 
would bo no pretence of dressing as well as other 
people." 
“ Tboro Is no pretence, Georglo. The alpaca is 
a good one, and It docs not protend to bo a silk,” 
remarked Esther, sagely. 
" You arc always so aggravatlngly wise, Esthor, 
but Just look at that dress, and remember that 
there Is a party at Starr Hills, and that everybody 
will bo there—everybody 1” 
“ Well, you can sit In a comer and no ono win 
notice you,” was tho comforting reply. 
Georgle gave another spiteful tug at tho tangled 
hair, aR If the anticipation of spending an even¬ 
ing alone lu a corner was not very charming. 
“ oh, dear,” sighed she, throwing herself Into a 
chaff, “just think of Lllllo Bell In her silks and 
velvets, as gor¬ 
geous us a fash¬ 
ion-plate, and 
then look at that 
wretched frockl” 
But the vision 
of Miss Boll ar¬ 
rayed a lu fash¬ 
ion - plate, was 
too m u c h for 
poor Georglo’s 
philosophy, she 
throw down the 
hair-brush,burst 
Into tears, ami 
sobbed away us 
* If hor heart 
w o u i d break. 
Poor child, she 
was only seven¬ 
teen, and to go 
In tile poor alpa¬ 
ca—• which was 
tho best dress 
tho Vicar of 
81 a v o 1 e I g li's 
daughter could 
afford, Stave- 
1 o 1 g h being a 
very poor living 
far away among 
tho hills of Cum¬ 
berland—among 
woU - dressed 
p e o p l o was a 
■ - trouble anda 
trial to her. 
. “Oh, Georgle, 
don’t cry! It Is 
not such a bad 
' dross, really,” 
said Esther leav- 
lng her perch on 
the bed and com- 
*ng to tho res- 
cue. “ Besides, 
you have some- 
thing that Lllllo 
would give a 
great many of 
face, beautiful 
with tho round 
soft outlines and 
fresh purity of 
early youth, a 
pair of largo 
** ^ ' wistful eyor, 
gleaming larger 
thro’ the tears 
