Rockland Gazette

fU rfilanli ffiajetb, Jujfe anii gtiirtiitj,. PUBLISHED EVERY THURSDAY EVENING, BY Having made large additions to our former variety of JOHN PORTER/:::::::::::::::Proprietor PLAINT AND FANCY Office, No. 5 Custom-House Block, J O 33 T Y 33 , We are now prepared to execute with neatness and des patch, every description of Job Work, such as TERMS, Circulars, Bill-heads, Cards, Blanks, If paid strictly in advance—per annum, $1,50 Catalogues, Programmes, If payment is delayed 6 mos, “ 1,75 If not paid till the close of the year, 2,00 Shop Bills, Labels, Auction and Hand (EZ No paper will be discontinued until all arreara Bills, &c., &c. ges are paid, unless at the option of tne puplisher. Particular attention paid to 53* Single copies, three cents —for sale at the office. 33* AU letters and communications to be addressed VOL. 12. ROCKLAND, MAINE, THURSDAY EVENING, DECEMBER 24, 1857. NO. 52. PRINTING IN COLORS, to the Publisher. B R O N Z IN G , Sl Q. From the Atlantic Monthly for December. ‘ O, mercy ! what children! There do she could hear Ellen speaking. It was little 53* The following beautiful poem, from the the pen of quired to make use of the body, but a great man graited with parental care upon the childhood Waltham.—The New York Tribune prefaces “ the sweetest poetess in New England,” we copy from the THE GOLDEN MILE STONE. stop that boy’s mouth. Here Ellen—where Mary who was with her. must have a body as well as a soul to work with. soil of his heart. an account of introducing the phonetic system, ‘ I know I am going to die, Mary, for I can December number of “JEmerson and Putnam.” We think Charles Buller, Sir. William Molcsworth and Years passed at length, and I no longer heard into the common schools of Waltham, with tba are you ? Take Georgie out and keen him our readers will not fail to recognize its merits, nor to agree BY HENRY W. LONGFELLOW. still.’ feel it all through me ; and I want you to have others are instances of men whoso bodies refused from my littlo White Sulphur playmate, though following list of things for which that town is, all my little playthings—all except some of my with us that “ Florence Percy ” [Mrs. Taylor] deserves a to support their souls, aud were therefore obliged romarkablo : ‘But I ’ve got my Sunday school lesson to I often thought of him, and wondered if he were [The Dfi7/ianumJtareum, or Golden Mile-Stone, was a picture books, which I must give to Georgie.’ high place among our American poets. to givo up the prize wliou they had just reached still living. One evening a letter, bearing the “ The town of Waltham, Mass , recently gilt marble pillar in the Forum at Rome, from which, as a get was Ellen’s answer. ‘ Butr youtwon’t die, Ellen. O, you won’t it. And how many hundreds or thousand—if made prominent in the eyes of the nation as tha M Y S H I P . postmark of ‘ Stockton, California,’ was placed central point, the great roads of the empire diverged through ‘ Do as I tell you this instant!’ was the will you ?’ moaned the weeping sister, convul we did hut know them—perish iu an earlier in my hands, which, on opening, I found to bo residence of Hon. N. P. Banks, the Govenor the several gates of the city, and the distances were meas quick, angry rejomer, sively. • O who will love me after you are May calls and beckons, and on tlie trees stago. before they havo made any headway at from Walter R----- , who was then travelling elect of Massachusetts, is remarkable for other ured.] Ellen took the boy by the hand, and in no gone ?’ The brown buds thicken from day to day ; all, simply because, though they had splendid with a widowed father in a far distant land. It reasons. It was the seat of tho first successful Leafless are the trees ; their purple branches ‘ Perhaps mamma will love you then remark very good humor, led him out, murmuring to And wafted on by the favoring bieeze, minds they had very poor bodies ! Let our lean contained information of the death of Faithful, cotton manufactory in America, an establish Spread themselves abroad, like reefs of coral ed Ellen.’ 11 think she loves me now since I cadaverous friend, then, when the laurel sur herself as she did so. The white-winged vessels crowd the bay. with a request that I would sent his epitaph by ment still in full operation. On the opposite Ri&ing silent am sick, for she is very kind. But when I am mounts his knotty, parchment face, thank return mail. Hero it is : side of flic Charles River was erectecPone of tha In the Red Sea of the winter sunset. ‘ What’s that you say ?’ demanded the dead she won’t have me to pester her any more. Down to the wharves, as the su* goes down, Heaven for his body, which, he may depend up Beneath thia tablet quiet lies, first, if not the first, oil of vitriol factories in mother as she heard the muttering. But I love mama, for she has always taken care And the daylight’s tumult, and dust, and din, on it, is almost as great a treasure as his soul. the country, which now turns out nine millions From the hundred chimneys of the village, A true aud geutle friend, • Nothing,’ was the reply. of me ; and perhaps if I had not been so naugh Are dying away in the busy town, Nature may not have mada him a handsome of pounds of vitriol per annum. A little fur Like the Afreet in the Arabian story, One who, (unlike mankind too oft,) ty she would not have wished me dead. But I go to see if my ship comes 1b. man, but what does that signify ? She has made ther up tho river, also on the south side, stands Smoky columns ‘ Don’t you tell me that. There—now go Was “ FAITHFUL” to the end. along.’ you will be good to her won’t you Mary !’ him a strong one.” the only watch factory in the world, where first Tower aloft into the air of amber. ‘ 0, you won’t die, Ellen! No, you mustnot I gaze far over the quiet sea. He was buried with military honors, and I quality Swiss watches aud English watch-cases A smart slap on the side of Ellen’s head Rosy with sunset, like mellow wine, At the windows, winks the flickering firelight; Mamma wants you to live, for 1 havo seen her The Panama Pearl Fisheries.—A correspon dare say many a tearful requiem has been sung ure made by a twelve horse power steam engine. accompanied this, and with a sharp quick Where ships, like lilies, lie tranquilly, Here and there the lamps of evening glimmer, cry, when she was afraid you would die.’ dent of the New York Evening Post writes as to his memory.—Little Pilgrim. On the other side of the river recently stood tha cry, the girl started away dragging her Many and fair; but I see not mine. Social watch-fires, ‘ Perhaps sho would woep when I died,’ re follows concerning a speculator in pearls at benzole factory, in which Luther Atwood mada Answering one another through the darkness. brother after her. After a while, Ellen turned the sick, slowly and mournfully, ‘ but Panama, and the pearl fishery iu Panama bay : the best benzole in the world. Blackboard cray she would—would ’ I question the suilora every night, Is a Miracle Impossible ? made a bargain with Mary to take care of Who over the bulwarks idly lean, “ There is one man hero whose business is ons, freo from grit and from gluten,were invented On the hearth the lighted logs were glowing, • What, Ellen V Georgie, she wishing to study her lesson, and Noting the sails at they come in sight, pearl purchasing, but he declined to sell any.— Edward Everett—whose rhetoric is indeed in Waltham bv Dr. Field, and are made no And, like Ariel in the cloven pine-tree, ‘ Would not have so many to plague her when where else. Messrs. Peters & Moore, and T. A. thus gained the opportunity. Perhaps this “ Have you seen my beautiful ship come in !” People here could not appreciate his pearls or tho most brilliant—thus answers the question. For its freedom 1 am gone. When I am dead, you tell her ho .v his prices, ho thought. They were for the Paris If anybody can reply to it, in a strain of equal Powell & Co., now manufacture them for all Groans and sighs the air imprisoned in them. was wrong, as her mother had directly com I love her, won't you V parts of the Union. Another mechanic of that manded her to take care or the boy; but “ Whence does she come?” they ask of me, market, he said, and he sent §60,000 worth beauty, we should like to read the passage. But little Mary could not answer, and the “ Who is her master, and what her name ?” there annually, lie phowed us some choice A celebrated skeptical philosopher of tho last town, Mr. A. L. Jewell, rivals t e Berlin By the fireside there are old men seated, then she was often forced to exercise her mother could not hear any more if she had.

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