One of the happiest examples, in a small way, of it at New York, within a few miles of which city the carrying-one's-self-in-a-hand-basket logic, is to be ihe affair took place, and where consequently the

most ready means must be found for its authentication found in a London weekly paper called “The Popular or disproval. The initials of the medical men and Record of Modern Science; a Journal of Philosophy of the young medical student must be sufficient in and General Information." This work has a vast

the immediate locality, to establish their identity, circulation, and is respected by eminent men. Some had been so long ill as to render it out of the question

especially as M. Valdemar was well known, anu time in November, 1915, it copied from the “Colum- that there should be any difficulty in ascertaining the bian Magazine” of New York, a rather adventurous names of the physicians by whom he had been article of mine, called " Mesmeric Revelation." It under whose cognizance the case must have come

attended. In the same way the nurses and servants had the impudence, also, to spoil the title by improving during the seven months which it occupied, are of it to “ The Last Conversation of a Somnambule"-a course accessible to all sorts of inquiries. It will. phrase that is nothing at all to the purpose, since the therefore, appear that there must have been too many

parties concerned to render prolonged deception prac. person who “converses" is not a somnambule. He ficable. The angry excitement and various rumors is a sleep-waker—not a sleep-walker; but I presume which have at length rendered a public statement that “ The Record” thought it was only the difference necessary, are also sufficient to show that something of an l.' What I chiefly complain of, however, is hand there is no strong point for disbelief. The cir.

extraordinary must have taken place. On the oiber that the London editor prefaced my paper with these cumstances are, as the Post says, 'wonderful;' but words:-“ The following is an article communicated so are all circumstances that come to our knowledge to the Columbian Magazine, a journal of respectability for the first time--and in Mesmerism every thing is

new. An objection may be made that the article and influence in the United States, by Mr. Edgar A. has rather a Magazinish air; Mr. Poe having evi. Poe. It bears internal evidence of authenticity."! dently written with a view to effect, and so as to There is no subject under heaven about which the mysterious and the horrible which such a case:

excite rather than to subdue the vague appetite for funnier ideas are, in general, entertained than about under any circumstances, is sure to awaken-but this subject of internal evidence. It is by "internal apart from this there is nothing to deter a philosophic evidence," observe, that we decide upon the mind.

mind from further inquiries regarding it. It is a But to “The Record :"-On the issue of my "Val- view we shall take steps to procure from some of the

matter entirely for testimony. (So it is.) Under this demar Case,” this journal copies it, as a matter of most intelligent and influential citizens of New York course, and (also as a matter of course) improves the all the evidence that can be had upon the subject. No

steamer will leave England for America till i he 3d of title, as in the previous instance. But the editorial February, but within a few weeks of that time we comments may as well be called profound. Here doubt not it will be possible to lay before the reader they are:

of the Record information which will enable them to

come to a pretty accurate conclusion." " The following narrative appears in a recent number of The American Magazine, a respectable

Yes; and no doubt they came to one accurate periodical in the United States. It comes, it will be enough, in the end. But all this rigmarole is what observed from the narrator of the Last Conversation people call testing a thing by “ internal evidence." of a Somnambule,' published in The Record of the The Record insists upon the truth of the story because 21h of November. In extracting this case the Morning Post of Monday last, takes what it con

of certain facts-because “the initials of the young siders the safe side, by remarking-For our own men must be sufficient to establish their identity"parts we do not believe it; and there are several because the nurses must be accessible to all sorts statements made, more especially with regard to the disease of which the patient died, which at once prove

of inquiries"-and because the “angry excitement the case to be either a fabrication, or the work of and various rumors which at length rendered a one little acquainted with consumption. The story, public statement necessary, are suflicient to show however, is wonderful, and we therefore give it. The editor, however, does not point out the especial that something extraordinary must have taken place." statements which are inconsistent with what we To be sure! The story is proved by these factsknow of the progress of consumption, and as few the facts about the students, the nurses, the excitescientific persons would be willing to take their pathology any more than their logic from the Morning ment, the credence given the tale at New York. Post, his caution, it is to be feared, will not have And now all we have to do is to prove these facis. much weight. The reason assigned by the Post for Ah!--they are proved by the story. publishing the account is quaint, and would apply As for the Morning Post, it evinces more weak: equally 10 an adventure from Baron Munchausen :it is wonderful and we therefore give it.'

ness in its disbelief than the Record in its credulity. The above case is obviously one that cannot be What the former says about doubting on account of received except on the strongest testimony, and it inaccuracy in the detail of the phthisical symptoms, in equally clear that the testimony by which it is at present accompanied, is not of that character. The

is a mere fetch, as the Cockneys have it, in order 10 most favorable circumstances in support of it, consist make a very few little children believe that it, the in the fact that credence is understood to be given to Post, is not quite so stupid as a post proverbially is.

It knows nearly as much about pathology as it does have appeared—the identical symptoms have apabout English grammar-and I really hope it will peared, and will be presented again and again. Had not feel called upon to blush at the compliment. I the Post been only half as honest as ignorant, it represented the symptoms of M. Valdemar as would have owned that it disbelieved for no reason " severe,' to be sure. I put an extreme case; for more profound than that which influences all dunces it was necessary that I should leave on the reader's in disbelieving—it would have owned that it doubled mind no doubt as to the certainty of death without the thing merely because the thing was a “wonderful” the aid of the Mesmerist—but such symptoms might thing, and had never yet been printed in a book.

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l'nheard, unknown of all below;)
Above that dark and desolate wave,
The reflex of the eternal grave-
Gigantic birds with flaming eyes
Sweep upward, onward through the skies,
Or stalk, without a wish to fly,
Where the reposing lilies lie;
While, stirring neither twig nor grass,
Among the trees, in silence, pass
Titanic animals whose race
Existed, but has left no trace
Of name, or size, or shape, or hue-
Whom ancient Adam never knew.

THERE is a lake whose lilies lie
Like maidens in the lap of death,

So pale, so cold, so motionless

Its Stygian breast they press;
They breathe, and toward the purple sky

The pallid perfumes of their breath
Ascend in spiral shapes, for there
No wind disturbs the voiceless air-
No murmur breaks the oblivious mood
Of that tenebrean solitude-
No Djinn, no Ghoul, no Afrit laves
His giant limbs within its waves
Beneath the wan Saturnian light
That swoons in the omnipresent night;
But only funeral forms arise,
With arms uplifted to the skies,
And gaze, with blank, cavernous eyes
In whose dull glare no Future lies,-
The shadows of the dead, the Dead
Of whom no mortal soul hath read,
No record come, in prose or rhyme,
Down from the dim Primeval Time!
A moment gazing—they are gone-
Without a sob-without a groan-
Without a sigh-without a moan-
And the lake again is left alone,
Left to thai undisturbed repose
Which in an ebon vapor flows
Among the cypresses that stand
A stone-cast from the sombre strand-
Among the trees whose shadows wake,
But not to life, within the lake,
That stand, like statues of the Past,
And will, while that ebony lake shall last.
But when the more than Siygian night
Descends with slow and owl-like flight,
Silent as Death (who comes-we know-

At midnight, still without a sound,
Approaching through the black Profound,
Shadows, in shrouds of pallid hue,
Come slowly, slowly, two by iwo,
In double line, with funeral march,
Through groves of cypress, yew and larch,
Descending in those waves that pari,
Then close, above each silent heart;
While, in the distance, far ahead,
The shadows of the Earlier Dead
Arise, with speculating eyes,
Forgetful of their destinies,
And gaze, and gaze, and gaze again
Upon the long funereal train,
Undreaming their Descendants come
To make that ebony lake their home-
To vanish, and become at last
A parcel of the awful Pasi-
The hideous, unrernembered Past
Which Time, in ulter scorn, has cast
Behind him, as with unblenched eye,
He travels toward Eternity-
That Lethe, in whose sunless wave
Even he, himself, must find a grave!


The gates were unbarred-the home of the blest

Frecly opened to welcome Miss C—;
But hearing the chorus that “ Heaven is Rest,"

She turned from the ange's to flee,
Saying, “ Rest is no Heaven to me!"




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" You are in want of an efficient person to assist most eloquenly on the merits of her protégé, Lizzie you in taking charge of your domestic affairs, Enna," Hall. Some pause occurring-for want of breath, I said a maiden aunt of mine to me one evening. I really believe, on my aunt's side-good-breeding pulled my little sewing-table toward me with a slight seemed to require a remark from me, and I faltered degree of impatience, and began very earnestly to out some objection as to the accommodations a city examine the contents of my work-box, that I might household afforded for a person of Lizzie Hali's not express aloud my weariness of my aunt's favorite condition. subjeci. I had been in want of just such an article "Of course," said my aunt, “she will not wish to

“efficient person" ever since I had taken sit at the same table with the black servants you may charge of my father's ménage; and after undergoing happen to have; but Lizzie will not cause you any almost martyrdomn with slip-shod, thriftless, good-for- trouble on the score of accommodations, I'll answer nothing" help,” as we Americans, with such delicate for it, Enna; she is too sensible a person not to fully consideration, term our serving maids, I had come understand the difference between town and country to the conclusion that indifferenthelp" was an un- habits-and if you say so, I will engage her for you avoidable evil, and that the best must be made of the when I return to Rockland." poor, miserable instruments of assistance vouchsafed My father, who had been dozing over his paper, into the race of tried, vexed housekeepers.

gradually aroused himself as this conversation pro" I have just thought," continued my aunt, “ of a gressed, and as my aunt made the last proposition, he very excellent person that will suit you in every entered into it most cordially, and begged she would way. Lizzie Hall, the one I was thinking of, has endeavor to procure the young woman, and send never been accustomed to living out. IIer father is her by the earliest opportunity. I remained quieiil farmer in our place, but having made a second for I could not say any thing heartily, seeing nothing marriage, and with a young family coming up around but vexation and annoyance in the whole affair for me. him, Lizzie very properly wishes to do something The young woman was evidently a favorite with my for herself. I remember having heard her express Aunt Lina; and should she not prove a very useful such a desire; and I have no doubt I could persuade or agrecable maid to me, I would receire but little her to come to you. She is not very young-about sympathy from my immediate family. My father eight-and-twenty, or thereabouts.”

is as ignorant as a child of what we poor house. I listened to my Aunt Lina's talk with, it must be keepers require in a domestic; and my Aunt Lina, confessed, indifference, mingled with a little sullen though kind-hearted and well-wishing, is in equally ness, and quieted my impatience by inward ejacula- as blissful a state. A very indifferent servant, who tions—a vast deal of good do those inward conver- happened to please her fancy, she would magnify sations produce, such mollifiers of the temper are into a very excellent one; then, being rather opinionthey. “So, so," said I to myself, “my Aunt Lina's ative and " set," as maiden ladies are apt to be when paragon is a laily-help. Of all kinds of help' the they pass the fatal threshold of forty, I despaired of very one I have endeavored most to avoid; it is ever convincing her to the contrary. “However," such a nondescript kind of creature that lady-help;” said I to myself, “I will not icipate trouble." and as I soliloquized, recollections of specimens of I had just recovered from a dangerous tit of illness, the kind I had been asilicted with, came in sad array through which my kind, well-meaning aunt had before my memory-maids with slip-shod French patiently nursed me. At the first news of my sickkid slippers, that had never been large enough for ness she had, unsummoned, left her comfortable their feet--love-locks on either side of their cheeks, home in Rockland, in mid-winter, and had crossed twirled up during the day in brown curl-papers- the mountains to watch beside the leverish pillow of faded lawn dresses, with dangling flounces and her motherless niece. Careful and kind was her tattered edging; then such sentimental entreaties nursing; and even the physicians owned that to her that I should not make them answer the door-bell if patient watchfulness I owed my life. How grateful Ike, the black boy, might happen to be away on some was I; and with what looks of love did I gaze on her errand, or expose them to the rude gaze of the multi-trim, spinster figure, as she moved earnestly and lude in the market-house; and I groaned in spirit as pains-taking around my chamber; but, alas! the I thought what a troublesome creature the " lady- kitchen told a different story when I was well enou:gh help” was to manage. During this sympathizing to make my appearance there. Biddy, a raw, becolloquy with myself, my auni went on expatiating wildered-looking Irish girl, with huge red arms and stamping feet, had quite lost her confused, stupid daily labors--if all this was carefully and quietly expression of countenance, and was most eloquent provided for him, what need of his knowing how it in telling me, with all the volubility of our sex, of the was done, or what straits I might be driven to somequare ways of the ould maid."

times, from my own thoughtlessness or forgetfulness "Sure, and if the ould sowl could only have had a to accomplish these comforis for him. I had always husband and a parcel of childthers to mind, she scrupulously avoided talking of my household affairs would n't have been halt so stiff and concated," ex- before him; but when Aunt Lina discoursed so eloclaimed Biddy.

quently and learnedly in his presence, slipping in Even poor little roguish Ike, with mischief enough once in a while such high-sounding words as “ doin his composition to derange a dozen well-ordered mestic economy," " well-ordered household,” “ prohouses, looked wise and quiet when my prim, demure per distribution of time and labor," &c., &c., he began aunt came in sight. Complaints met me on all sides, to prick up his ears, and fancy his thrifty little however, for my Aunt Lina was quite as dissatisfied daughter Enna was not quite so excellent in her as the rest.

management as he had blindly dreamed. Poor man! “I found them all wrong, my dear,” she said, " no his former ignorance had surely been bliss, for his unorder, no regulation, every thing at sixes and sevens; fortunate knowledge only made him look vexed and and as for the woman Biddy, she is quite, quite incor- full of care whenever he entered the house. He rigible. I showed her a new way of preparing her even noted the door-handles, as to their brightness, clothes for the wash, by which she could save a deal rated poor Ike about the table appointments, and of labor; but all in vain, she persisted most obsti- pointed out when and how work should be donenately to follow the old troublesome way. Then told how he managed in his business, and how we she confuses her work altogether in such a manner should manage in ours. I was almost distraught that I nerer can tell at which stage of labor she has with annoyance; and, kind as my aunt had been, I arrived; and when I put them all en traine, and wished for the time of her departure silently, but as leave them a few instants, I find on my return every earnestly as did my servants. Ileaven pardon me ibing as tangled as ever. Method is the soul of for my inhospitality and ingratitude. housekeeping, Enna. You will never succeed with- “Now, Lina,” said my father, the morning she out order. I fear you are too easy and indulgent; left," do n't forget the woman you were speaking although I have never kept a house, I know exactly of. Enna needs some experienced person to keep how it should be done. A place for every thing, things in order We shall have to break up houseevery thing in its place, as your grandpapa used to keeping if affairs go on in this disordered state. I do say. If you insist upon your servants doing every not know how we have stood it thus long." thing at a certain hour, and in a certain way, your I opened my eyes but said not a word. Three affairs will go on like clock-work."

months before and my faiher had been the happiest, I could not but assent to all these truisms—for I free-from-care man in the city; now the little insight felt conscience-stricken. I knew I had always de he had gained into domestic affairs--the peep behind pended in all my housekeeping emergencies too the curtain given him by my miraken maiden aunt, much on my talent for improvising,” as Kate Wilson had served to embiiter his exi-tence, surrounding his merrily entitles my readiness in a domestic tangle path with those nettles of life, household trifles, vuland stand-still. I had been in the babit of letting gar cares and petty annoyances. I almost echoed things go on as easily as possible, scrupulously Biddy's ejaculation as the carriage drove from the avoiding domestic tempests, because they deranged door with my aunt and her numberless boxes, each my nervous system; and if I found a servant would one arranged on a new, orderly, time-saving plan. noi do a thing in my way, I would let her accom- " Sure, and its glad I am, that the ould craythur plish it in her own manner, and at her own time-so is fairly off-for divil a bit of comfort did she give that it was done, that was all I required. I felt almost the laste of us with her time-saving orderly ways. disheartened as the remarks of my precise aunt proved And it's not an owld maid ye must ever be, darlint to me how remiss I had been, and resolved in a very Miss Enna, or ye 'll favor the troublesome aunty with humble mood to reform. But when Aunt Lina con- her tabby notions." tinued her conversations about the mismanagement Ike shouled with glee, and turned somersets all before my father, i hen I felt the "old Adam” stir within the way through the hall into the back entry, regardlme. There she surely was wrong. I could not bear less of all I could say; and the merriment and light be should have his eyes opened; he had always heartedness that pervaded the whole house was most fancied me a little queen in my domestic arrange cheering. Bidily stamped and put her work in a ments-why should he think differently-what good greater confusion than ever; and Ike dusted the did it do? If he found his dinner nicely cooked and blinds from the top to the bottom in a " wholesale served, his tea and toast snugly arranged in the way," as he called it, and cleaned the knives on the library, in the evening, when he returned wearied | wrong side of the Bath-brick to his heart's content. from his office, with his dressing gown and slippers Every one, even the dumb animals, seemed conmost temptingly spread out; then awakened in the scious of Aunt Lina's departure My little pet kitmorning in a clean, well-ordered bed-room, with Ike ten, Norah, resumed her place by the side of the at his elbow to wait his orders, and a warm, cozy heater in the library, starting once in a while in her breakfast to strengthen him ere he started out on his dreams and springing up as though she heard the rustle of Aunt Lina's gown, or the sharp, clear notes | She had no regular set ways about her, but worked of her voice--but coiled herself down with a con- unceasingly from morning till night in every departsoling “pur," as she saw only "little me” laughing ment in the house. Not a week passed before I heard at her fearsmand my little darling spaniel Flirt laid Biddy, with her Irish enthusiasm, calling on Heaven in my lap, nestled on the foot of my bed, and romped to bless the “darlint.” She was always ready to all over the house to his perfect satisfaction. I excuse Biddy's thriftlessness and Ike's mischief, should have been as happy as the rest also, if it had helping them on in their duties constantly. Good not been for the anticipation that weighed down on Lizzie Hall! every one in the house loved her. me, of the expected pattern-card-my lady-help. Yes, indeed, my dear housekeeping reader, all

Soon after my aunt's return home I received a doubtful as you look, I had at last obtained that letter from her, announcing with great gratification paragon, so seldom met with-a good, efficient serher success. The letter was filled with a long vant. Lizzie lived with me many years, and when preachment on household management, which my i I parted with her, as I had to at last, I felt certain, father read very seriously, pronouncing his sister I had had my share of good“ help"—that her place Lina a most excellent, sensible woman, possessing would never be supplied. more mind and judgment than did most of her sex. Lizzie grew very fond of me, and ere she had My aunt wound up her letter, saying

lived with us many months told me her whole his“ But you will have little order and regulation tory. Poor girl, without beauty, without mental about your house so long as you keep that thriftless attractions, of an humble station, and slender abilities, Biddy in it. Take my advice and tramp her off bag her lise-woof had in it the glittering thread of roand baggage before Lizzie comes, for, from my ac- mance-humble romance, but romance still it was. count of her, Lizzie is not very favorably disposed Lizzie's father was a farmer, owning a small farm in toward her."

the part of the country where my Auni Lina resided Here was a pretty state of affairs to be sure, not His first wise, Lizzie's mother, was an heiress ac very agreeable to a young housekeeper who had cording to her station, bringing her husband en ber hitherto been her own mistress--my new maid was marriage some hundreds of dollars, which enabled to dictate to me even my own domestic arrange- him to purchase his little farm, and stock it. They ments. My father was earnest in wishing to dis- labored morning, noon, and night, unceasingly. pose of Biddy--but on that point, though quiet, I Lizzie's mother was a thrifty, careful body; but, was resolute in opposition. Poor warm-hearted unfortunately, she had more industry than constilt Biddy, with all her stupid thriftless ways, I could tion; and when Lizzie was seventeen, her mother not find in my heart to turn away, and as my cham- was fast sinking into the grave, a worn-out creature, bermaid wanted to go to her relations in the “back | borne down by hard labor and sickness. Nine children states," as she called the great West, I proposed to had she, and of them Lizzie was the eldest and only Biddy to take her place, so soon as the new woman girl. What sorrow for a dying mother! Beiore should make her appearance.

her mother's last sickness, Lizzie was " wooed and “If she's like the aunty of ye,” said Biddy when won” by the best match in the place. James Foster, we concluded this arrangement and were talking her lover, was a young farmer, an orphan, but well of the expected new comer. “I'll wish her all the off in life. Ile owned a handsome, well-stocked had luck in the world, for it's hot wather she'll farm, and was a good-looking, excellent young man. kape us in all the time with her painstakings." Both father and mother cheerfully gave their con

Not in a very pleasant frame of mind I awaited sent, but insisted that their engagement should last the arrival of my new domestic. Poor girl, there a year or so, until Lizzie might be older. As Mrs. was no one to welcome her when she at last came, Hall felt death approaching, she looked around on and she stepped into the kitchen without one kind the little family she was to leave motherless behind feeling advancing to greet her. Biddy's warm Irish her; and with moving, heart-rending entreaties, beheart was completely closed against her, and Ike, the sought of Lizzie not to leave them. saucy rogue, pursed up his thick lips in a most comi

Stay with your father, my child," she urged; cal manner when she appeared. But how my heart “ James, if he loves you, will wait for you. Don't synote me when I first looked at the pale, care-worn, marry until the boys are all old enough to be out of sad-looking creature. She was not pretty-her face trouble. Think, Lizzie, of the misery a step-mother bore the marks of early care and trial. She might might cause with your brother Jack's impetuous have been well-favored in girlhood, but if so, those temper, and Sam's hopeless, despairing disposition good looks had completely vanished. Her eyes -each one would be hard for a step-mother to guide. were dim, her cheek hollow, and her brow was Be a mother to them, my girl; down on your knees, marked with lines stamped by endurance; her whole and to make your mother's heart easy, promise beperson thin and spare, with hard, toil-worn hands, fore God that you will guide them, and watch orer and large feet, showed that labor and sorrow had them as long as you are needed. Stay with your been her constant companions. And how unjust father, and Heaven will bless you, as does your had been our hasty judgment of her-for so far dying moiher." from proving to be the troublesome, fault-finding, Willingly did the almost heart-broken girl give the airs-taking, lady-help I had fearfully anticipated, I required promise—and James Foster loved her all found her amiable, yielding and patiently industrious. I the better for it. She wept bitter, heart-aching tears

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