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The choking swell of her heart was past;

And her lovely thoughts from their cells found way
In the sudden flow of a plaintive lay.

The Bride's Farewell.

"WHY do I weep? to leave the vine
Whose cluster's o'er me bend?
The myrtle-yet, oh call it mine,
The flowers I loved to tend!
A thousand thoughts of all things dear
Like shadows o'er me sweep
I leave my sunny childhood here;
Oh, therefore, let me weep!

"I leave thee, sister! we have played
Through many a joyous hour;

Where the silvery green of the olive shade
Hung dim o'er fount and bower!

Yes! thou and I, by stream, by shore,

In song, in prayer, in sleep,

Have been as we may be no mare;
-Kind sister! let me weep!

"I leave thee, father! eve's bright moon

Must now light other feet,

With the gathered grapes and the lyre in tune,

Thy homeward steps to greet!

Thou, in whose voice, to bless thy child,

Lay tones of love so deep,

Whose eye o'er all my youth hath smiled,
I leave thee!-let me weep!

"Mother! I leave thee! on thy breast
Pouring out joy and woe,

I have found that holy place of rest
Still changeless-yet I go!

Lips that have lulled me with your strain,

Eyes that have watched my sleep,

Will earth give love like yours again!
Sweet mother! let me weep!"

And like a slight young tree, that throws
The weight of rain from its drooping boughs,
Once more she wept; but a changeful thing
Is the human heart, as a mountain spring,
That works its way through the torrent foam
To the bright pool near it, the lilly's home!
-It is well-the cloud on her soul that lay
Hath melted in glittering drops away;
Wake again, mingle, sweet flute and lyre!
She turns to her lover-she leaves her sire!
Mother! on earth it must still be so-

Thou rearest the lovely to see them go!

Fools make feasts and wise men eat them. [Kelly says that this proverb was once repeated to a great man in Scotland, upon his giving an entertainment, who replied: Wise men make proverbs, & fools repeat them.]

Cost of Railroads.

The Charleston Patriot gives the following statistics in reference to the cost of Railroads in this country. At the present time it will be of interest to our readers. We believe that the projected cost of the Central Railroad is below $41,700 per mile, the average cost of Railroads heretofore in Pennsylvania. In fact every year's experience enables Railroads to be constructed at a cheaper rate than before.

In the State of New York, there are 22 Railroads, whose aggregate length is 705 miles, and the average cost of construction for each mile has been $26,000. Of these roads the most expensive was the Mohawk and Hudson Road, which cost $85,900 per mile. The least expensive was the Buffalo and Black Rock Road, whose cost was only $7,200 per mile.

There are in Pennsylvania 701 miles of Railroad, whose average cost per mile amounted to $41,700.

In Delaware, 16 miles of Road cost $600,000, which is an average of $37,500 per mile.

In Maryland, the average cost per mile of 304 miles of Railroad, was $41,000.

In Virginia, there are 348 miles of Road, which cost on an average $15,400 per mile.

The average cost per mile of 249 miles of Road in North Carolina, was $13,750.

In South Carolina, we have 202 miles of Road which cost us $28,000 per mile.

In Georgia $13,000 per mile were paid for 476 miles Railroad.

In Florida, 34 miles of Railroad cost $68,000 per mile.

In Alabama, 46 miles cost an average per mile of $9,800.

In Mississippi $8,100 per mile was paid for 94 miles of Railroad.

From these items, we learn that the most expensive Road has been one in New York, the cheapest one in Florida, and the order in which these States would stand in respect to comparative cost of their Roads, would be as follows, beginning with the most expensive, and ending with the cheapest; New York, Pennsylvania, Delaware, Maryland, South Carolina, Virginia, North Carolina, Georgia, Alabama, Mississippi, and Florida.

inches deep, will contain half a bushel, or 1,075.2 cubic inches.

A box 8 inches by 11.2 inches square and 8 inches deep will contain one peck, or 1,075.2 cnbic inches.

A box 8 inches by 8.4 inches square and 8 inches deep, will contain one peck, or 537.6 cubic inches.

A box 8 inches by 8 inches square and 4.2 inches deep, will contain one gallon, or 268.8 cubic inches.

A box 7 inches by 4 inches square and 4.8 inches deep, will contain a half a gallon, or 134.4 cubic inches.

A box 4 inches by 4 inches square and 4.2 Inches deep, will contain one quart or 67.2 cubic inches.

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A Valuable Table.

The following table, compiled from the calculations of J. M. Garnett, Esq. of Virginia, will be found exceedingly valuable to many of our mechanical readers.

A box 24 inches by 16 inches square and 28 inches deep, will contain a barrel (5 bushels) or 10,752. cubic inches.

A box 24 inches by 16 inches square and 14 inches deep will contain half a barrel, or 5376 cubic inches.

A box 16 inches by 16.8 inches square and 8 inches deep, will contain 1 bushel, or 2,150.4 cubic inches.

A box 12 inches by 11.2 inches square and 8

Ancient Antiquities.

Ninevah was 15 miles by 9, and 40 round, with walls 100 feet high, and thick enough for three chariots.

Babylon was 60 miles within the walls, which were 75 feet thick, and 300 high, with 100 brazen gates.

The temple of Diana at Ephesus was 425 feet high. It was 200 years in building.

The largest of the Pyramids is 481 feet high, and 663 feet on the sides; its base covers 11 acres. The stones are about 30 feet in length, and the layers are 208: 360,000 men were employed in its direction.

The labyrinth of Egypt contains 3000 chambers and 12 halls.

Thebes, in Egypt, presents ruins 27 miles round. It has 100 gates.

The Maniac Maid.-A Tale of the Tyrol.

BY MRS. J. WEBB.

Early in the rosy month of June we reached Innspruck. I had been strongly advised not to visit the Tyrol; but an unfortunate attachment to my own way led me to disregard the counsel, and, for once, my own way was right. Alus! gentle reader, it has not always been so. On the threshhold of life we are ever disposed to assume the reins of our own conduct, especially in traveling through foreign lands; we do not like to traverse them in leading strings. It was this feeling of self-will that induced me to separate from our party, which consisted of nine, four of whom accompanied me, while the other four were left to wander where they chose, and seek pleasure in their own way.

Though the Tyrol may be called the next door neighbor to Switzerland, it is seldom visited by the traveler; while Switzerland is annually traversed by hundreds of our tourists. The reason of this may be, that a good portion of Switzerland lies on the great high road into Italy, and is easy of access on the side of France and Germany; while the Tyrol lies off the great road, and leads to no place; is not easy of access, and must be sought for itself or remain unscen. It is not reached wi.hout toil and inconve nience; as the traveler must either go round a part of Bavaria and cross the Bavarian Alps, or through the Grison valleys of the Engadine, and be content with the most miserable accommodation. But he is richly rewarded for his toil and privation on reaching Innspruck; to say nothing of the serpentine river Inn and its beautiful valleys, which are entirely shut out by a lofty chain of mountains from the lower, or Italian Tyrol, the only road to which is over Mount Brenner, said to be elevated six thousand feet above the level of the sea.

Tyrol much resembles Switzerland. There is the same sublime scenery, and lofty mountains covered with perpetual snows and ice; the same contrast of the terrific and the beautiful; and nothing can be more romantic than the road over Mount Brenner, along the Adige.

Innspruck, though small, is a beautiful town, and possesses many objects of interest. The tomb of Maximilian I., in the cathedral church of the Holy Cross, is alone worth a pilgrimage on foot to see. This monument occupies a considerable portion of the nave of the church. It consists of a sarcophagus of black and white marble, some six or seven feet high, and ten or twelve in length, surmounted by a bronze statue of the Emperor kneeling, with his face towards the altar; and around this magnificent tomb stand twenty-eight statues in bronze, somewhat larger than life, of kings and princes in their royal robes, queens in state attire, and warriors in coats of mail. It is impossible to describe the effect produced on the mind by a visit to this spot in the gloom and stillness of evening. A holy calm steals over the senses; our thoughts are imperceptibly led to that bright world where no monument records our deeds of fame, where the prince and the beggar stand alike in His presence, who asks not if a marble tomb or a sod of the valley covers their mortal remains. All seems to convey this uncarved truth: Stranger, what the great Maximilian is, thou soon shalt be.

VOL. I. NO. 7.

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January, 1849.

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those who have loved here will meet again in the bright bowers above, where all is love and peace?"

"I do not doubt it," I replied.

"You are good and kind," she said, "and Amina thanks you and wishes you happy; but your heart is too light, and your eye too bright, to escape the whirlwind of feeling and the tear of sorrow. Amina has become

wise since she became foolish; and she has marked that Providence ever deals to the light heart its portion of sorrow, and to the bright eye its portion of tears." Reader, Amina prophesied truly. Thinking to lure her from the spot, I asked her if she would not walk with us. She pointed to the basket on her arm, and said "Amina's task is not done. He would not sleep were his cold bed not strewed with fresh flowers. Amina always gathers those he used to love. Once," she added, while the deep gloom of sorrow overshadowed her countenance, "once he used to gather them and weave garlands for Amina's hair. Those garlands are long since withered, like Amina's heart; and all she can now do is to weave garlands for his grave. No, not his grave,-Stranger, I cannot bear to call it his grave. The grave shuts out the light of heaven; I call it his bed, his bed of rest. Oh," she added, gazing in my eyes, from which the tears fell fast at the sight of her heart-stricken wretchedness, "may it never be your lot to lose all you love, when your hopes are brightest. You have wept for poor Amina-Amina will remember you." "And I, Amina," I replied, "will remember you; and pray that God, in his infinite mercy, may lighten your darkness, and give you peace."

"Yes, there;" she replied pointing to the grave of her lover; "there, I shall soon be at peace. And when you pass the spot, kind stranger, pause, and give one sigh to the memory of poor Amina. Now go; and and the blessed Virgin guard you." I turned away and left her to pursue her task.

I took the first opportunity of inquiring of our host the story of poor Amina.

"She is," he replied, "a poor harmless creature; and, at times, seems to have more sense than many who think her mad. Her story is a sad one. I can tell it to you with some truth; for I have in my employ a servant of her father's; he lived with them at the time the circumstance took place that made her a maniac, if such she may be called. The father of Amina," he continued, "was a gentleman of considerable wealth. She was an only child, and had the misfortune to lose her mother while yet an infant. When Amina had numbered five summers, a youth was added to their family, about five years her senior. It was understood he wes an orphan boy; nothing more was known of him, than that his name was Henry Reisbeck. He was a bold and daring youth, and many said he was of noble birth; be that as it may, his parentage was never known. He was treated by Amina's father like a son; educated with the same care as his own child, and treated with the same tenderness. The youthful pair loved, and their love was sanctioned by the father. A day was appointed for their nuptials. The old gentleman hoped to spend the remainder of his life in peace with his children; but vain are human hopes and human plans! In 1809, when the brave Tyrolese rose in defence of their liberty and their homes, Henry Reisbeck joined the band, and under the banner of the patriotic Andrew Hofer, performed prodigies of valor. Hofer was but an

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