THE BATH OF BLOOD.

WHAT VANITY MAY COMPEL WOMAN TO DO.

From the proof sheets of 'The History of Hungary, in De Puy's Kossuth and his Generals,' in the press of Phinney & Co., of Buffalo, the Courier extracts one of the most thrilling tales of romantic history, with which the graver facts of his work are so interspersed, as agreeably to relieve the attention of the reader:

ever, was wary as well as cruel. At the foot of the rock on which Csejta stood; was a small cottage, inhabited by two old women; and between the cellar of this cottage and the castle was a subterranean passage, known only to one or two persons, and never used but in times of danger. With the aid of these old crones and her steward, Elizabeth led the poor girl through the secret passage to the cottage, and after murdering her, bathed in her blood. Not satisfied with the first essay, at different intervals, by the aid

"About the year 1610, Elizabeth Bathori, sister of the King of Poland, the wife of a rich and powerful Hunga- of these accomplices, and the secret rian magnate, was the principal actor passage, no less than three hundred in the most singular and horrible trage- maidens were sacrificed on the alter of dy mentioned in history. She occupied vanity and superstition. the castle of Csejta, in Transylvania. Several years had been occupied in Like most other ladies of that period, this pitiless slaughter, and no suspi she was surrounded by a troop of young cion of the truth was excited, though girls, generally the daughters of poor the greatest amazement pervaded the but noble parents, who lived in honora- country at the disappearance of so ble servitude; in return for which, their many persons. At last, however, education was cared for, and their dow- Elizabeth called into play againt her, ry secured. Elizabeth was of a severe two passions, even stronger than vanity and cruel disposition, and her hand and cunning. Love and revenge bemaidens led no joyous life. Slight came interested in the discharge of the faults are said to have been punished mystery. Among the victims of the by most merciless tortures. One day, Csejta was a beautiful virgin, who was as the lady of Csejta was admiring at beloved by, and betrothed to a young a mirror those charms which that faith-man of the neighborhood. In despair ful monitor told her were fast waning, at the loss of his mistress, he followed she gave away to her ungovernable temper, excited, perhaps, by the mir ror's unwelcome hint, and struck her unoffending maid with such force in the face as to draw blood.

her traces with such perseverence, that, in spite of the hitherto successful caution of the murderess, he penetrated the bloody secrets of the castle, and, burning for revenge, flew to Presburgh, As she washed from her hands the boldly accused Elizabeth Bathori of stain, she fancied the part which the murder, before the Palatine, in open blood had touched grew whiter, softer, court, and demanded judgment against and, as it were, younger. Imbued with her. So grave an accusation, brought the credulity of the age, she believed against a person of such high rank, deshe had discovered what so many manded the most serious attention, and philosophers had wasted years in seek the Palatine undertook to investigate ing for. She supposed that in a vir- the affair in person. Proceeding im gin's blood she had found the ELIXIR mediately to CĈsejta, before the murderVITE, the fountain of never failing ess or her accomplices had an idea of youth and beauty. Remorseless by the accusation, he discovered the still nature, and now urged on by irrepress warm body of a young girl whom they ible vanity, the thought no sooner flash had been destroying as the Palatine aped across her brain than her resolution proached, and had not time to dispose was taken; the life of her luckless of before he apprehended them. hand-maiden was not to be compared The rank of Elizabeth, mitigated with the precious boon her death would her punishment to imprisonment for promise to secure. Elizabeth, how-life, but her assistants were burned at

the stake. Legal documents still exist a wintry day, resulted in tumbling his to attest the truth of this apparently ramship into a cold bath, which his improbable circumstances. Paget, a improved manners took good care to distinguished English traveller, who avoid in future. visited Csejta about twenty years ago, A sheep killing dog has been made. says: "With this tale fresh in our too much ashamed ever again to look minds, we ascended the long hill, gain a sheep in the face, by tying his hind ed the castle, and wandered over its legs to a stout ram on the brow of a ruins. The bare, gray walls stood up hill, while the flock were quietly feedagainst the red sky, the solemn stilling at the bottom. On being free, and ness of evening reigned over the scene, somewhat startled at setting out, in and as two ravens, which had made his haste to rejoin his friend, he tumtheir nest on the castle's highest tow-bled and thumped master Tray so saders, came towards it winging their ly over the stones and gullies, that he heavy flight, and wheeling once around was quite satisfied to confine himself each cawing a hoarse welcome to the to cooked mutton thereafter. other, alighted on their favorite turret. I could have fancied them the spirits of the two crones, condemned to haunt the scene of their former crimes, while their infernal mistress was cursed by some more wretched doom."

Man's reason was given him to control "the beasts of the field and the birds of the air," by other means than brute force. If he will bring this into play, he will have no difficulty in meeting and overcoming every emergency. of perverse instinct or bad habit in the dumb things, by his superior cun

American Agriculturist.

TRICKS UPON ANIMALS.-In break-ning. ing or managing a horse, however intractable or stubborn his temper may be, preserve your own. Almost every fault of the brute arises from ignorance. TRANSMISSION OF MOTION, SPEED Be patient with him, teach and coax AND POWER.-Wheels are the most him, and success in time is certain. beautiful as well as the most economThere are tricks, however, which are ical means of transmitting power from the results of confirmed habit or vici- the main driver to the minutest points ousness and these sometimes require a of connected machinery. No driven different treatment. A horse accus- part of machinery can exert more pow tomed to starting and running away, er than is in the main driver-there is may be effectually cured by putting always a loss, however small, by friction him to the top of his speed on such (resistance.) And whenever friction occasions, and running him till pretty or resistance is entirely overcome in a thoroughly exhausted. A horse that had a trick of pulling his bridle and breaking it, was at last reduced to better habits, by tying him tightly to a stake driven on the bank of a deep stream, with his tail pointing to the water; he commenced at the halter, which suddenly parted, over the bank he tumbled, and after a somerset or two, and floundering awhile in the water, he was satisfied to remain at his post in future, and break no more bridles.

A ram has been cured of butting at every thing and every body, by placing an unresisting effigy in a similar position; when the sudden assault on

machine then may we look for perpetual motion, and not before. Cog wheels are much used in the transmis sion of power and speed, to the rotary motion of which, as Ewbank says, "we are to attribute the great superiority of modern over ancient mechanism." In factories the belt and pulley have justly supplanted the old cog wheel movements, but there are other small machines such as lathes and clocks, that are much better operated by cog wheels than any other mechanical means. If a great number of shafts are wanted to be driven and only a small space to pack the machinery, cogwheels are the best for this purpose.

You speak kindly my son,' replied the pleased father; your love to me does me more good than my food; and those eyes of yours remind me of your dear mother who has left us, who told you to love me as you used to do; and indeed, my boy, you have been a great strength and comfort to me; but now that I have eaten the first morsel to please you, it is your turn now to eat.' "Thank you, father; but break this piece in two and take you a little more, for you see the loaf is large, and you require much more than I do.'

'But father,' interrupted the boy, you are poor and needy, and you have bought the loaf, and the baker may tell a lie, and

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'I will not listen to you, my boy." bought this loaf, but I did not buy the gold in it. If the baker sold it to me in ignorance, I shall not be so dishonest as to take advantage of him; remember Him who has told us to do to others as we would have others do to us. The baker may possibly cheat us. I am poor, indeed, but that is no sin. If we share the poverty of Jesus, God's own Son, oh! let us share, also, his goodness, and his trust in God. We may never be rich; but we may always be honest. We may die of starvation, but, God's will be done, should we die in doing it. Yes, my boy, trust God, and walk in his ways, and you shall never be put to shame. Now run to the baker, and bring him here; and I shall watch the gold until he comes.

So the boy ran for the baker. 'Brother workman,' said the old man, 'you have made some mistake, and almost lost your money;' and he showed 'I shall divide the loaf for you my the baker the gold, and told him how boy: but eat it, I shall not; I have it had been found. 'Is it thine?' asked abundance; and let us thank God for the father; 'ifitis, take it away.' 'My his great goodness in giving us food, father, baker, is very poor, and-' and in giving us what is better still, Silence, my child; put me not to shame cheerful and contented hearts. He by thy complaints. I am glad we who gave us the living bread from have saved this man from losing his heaven, to nourish our immortal souls, money.' The baker had been gazing how should he not give us all, other food which is necessary to support our mortal bodies?'

The father and son thanked God, and then began to cut the loaf in pieces to begin their frugal meal. But as they cut one portion of the loaf, there fell out several pieces of gold of great value. The little boy gave a shout of joy, and was springing forward to grasp the unexpected treasure, when he was pulled back by his father.

'My son, my son!' he cried 'do not touch that money; it is not ours.'

'But whose is it, father, if it is not ours?'

'I know not; as yet, to whom it belongs; but probably it was put there by

alternately upon the honest father and his eager boy, and upon the gold which lay glittering upon the green turf. Thou art, indeed, an honest fellow,' said the baker; 'and my neighbor, David, the flax-dresser, spoke the truth when he said thou wert the honestest man in town.'

"Now, I shall tell thee about the gold. A stranger came to my shop three days ago, and gave me that loaf and told me to sell it cheaply, or give it away, to the honestest poor man whom I knew in the city. I told David to send thee to me, as a customer, this morning; as thou woulds't not take the loaf for nothing, I sold it to thee, as thou knowest, for the last pence in thy

* purse; and the loaf with all its treasure and, certes, it is not small!-is thine, and God grant thee a blessing with it!" -The poor father bent his head to the ground, while the tears fell from his eyes. His boy ran and put his hands about his neck, and said, "I shall ways like you my father, trust God, and do what is right; for I am sure it will never put us to shame."

Edinburg Christian Magazine.

MINUTE CALCULATION.-A Queen bee will lay 200 eggs a day for fifty or sixty days. A single queen is stated to produce 100,000 in a season. A swarm of bees contain from 10,000 to 20,000 in a natural state, and from 30,al-000 to 40,000 in a hive. There are about 9000 cells in a square foot of honey-comb. 5000 bees weigh a pound. A wasp's nest annually contains from 15,000 to 16,000 cells. Some female spiders produce nearly 2,000 eggs. 23,000 silk worms proUMBRELLAS.-It is not a hundred duce one pound of silk; but it would years since a very eccentric English require 27,000 spiders, all females, to man named Jonas Hanway, having re- produce one pound of web. There are turned from his travels in the East, six or seven generations of gnats in a appeared in the streets of London, on summer, and each lays 260 eggs. A a rainy day, with a queer 'notion' from cow eats 100 lbs. of green food in China, in the shape of what is now every twenty-four hours, and yields called an umbrella. Being the first five quarts or 10 lbs. of milk. Every ever seen in England, it attracted cu- pound of cochineal contains 70,000 inrious and indignant notice, that its own sects boiled to death; and from 600 to er was surrounded by a furious English 700 thousand pounds are annually mob, and pelted with mud and other taken away for scarlet and crimson missiles, for his audacity in thus at dyes. Lewenhock reckoned 17,000 tempting to screen himself from the divisions in the corner (outer coat of rain, which all true born Englishmen, the eye) of a butterfly, each one of from time immemorial, had allowed to which, he thought, possessed a crystalbeat upon them without resistance, as line lens. The spring of a watch the visitation of Providence! The weighs 0.15 of a grain; a pound of iron incident made a noise; and in spite of makes 50,000. The pound of steel ridicule, the notion' began to take cost 2d., a single spring, cost 2d, so wonderfully with hitherto be-drizzled that 50,000 produce £415. The Atpeople, and as it was found as useful lantic Ocean is estimated at three miles, in protecting against the sun as against and the Pacific at four miles deep. the rain, the name of umbrella-a little shade-was given it. Poor Jonas' inovation, so unpopular at first, and afterwards so universally adopted, merely shows what a disadvantage it is to be born a few years in advance of the age.

A LAW QUESTION. "The estate that was left," said an Irishman to his lawyer," was a pig and a bushel of potatoes, which were to be divided between the heirs, myself and brother. The Executors shut the pig up with the potatoes, and during the night he ate them all up, and now we want to know how we are to divide the property!"

"Take care of yourself, my dear," said easy Joe to his spouse, as he prepared after supper for his usual ramble.

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"According to appearances," answered the deserted wife, "I shall shortly have to do it, for no body else will."

Joe staid at home that night.

Some one speaking of those who pride themselves on their ancestry, says that they are like the reflection of the stars in the water-they never would have been there but for the bright originals in heaven.

THE MONKS OF OLD.

BY THE AUTHOR OF RICHELIEU.

[This pathetic poem, by the author of "Richelieu," was written on a melancholy occasion; the author having visited an old monastic church on the continent to bury a beloved infant.]

I envy them-those monks of old

Their books they read, and their beads they told;
To human softness dead and cold,

And all life's vanity.

They dwelt like shadows on the earth,
Free from the penalties of birth,
Nor let one feeling venture forth
But charity.

I envy them; their cloistered hearts
Knew not the bitter pang that parts
Beings that all affection's arts

Had linked in unity.

The tomb to them was not the place
To drown the best loved of their race,
And blot out each sweet memory's trace
In dull obscurity.

To them it was the calmest bed
That rests the aching human head;
They looked with envy on the dead,

And not with agony.

No bonds they felt, no ties they broke,
No music of the heart they woke
When one moment it had spoke,
To lose it suddenly.

Peaceful they lived-peaceful they died;
And those that did their fate abide

Saw brothers wither by their side,

In all tranquility.

They loved not, dreamed not-for their sphere
Held not joy's visions; but the tear

Of broken hope, of anxious fear,
Was not their misery.

I envy them-those monks of old;
And when their statues I behold,
Carved in the marble, calm and cold,
How true an effigy.

I wish my heart was calm and still

To beams that fleet, and blasts that chill,
And pangs that pay joy's spendthrift thrill

With bitter usury.

WELCH SAYINGS.

Three things that never become rusty the money of the benevolent, the shoes of the butcher's horse, and the woman's tongue.

Three things not very easily doneto allay thirst with fire, to dry wet with water, and to please all in every. thing that is done.

Three things that are as good as the best-brown bread in famine, well-water in thirst, and a great coat in cold. Three things as good as their better-dirty water to extinguish the fire, an ugly wife to a blind man, and a wooden sword to a coward.

Three warnings from the grave— "thou knowest what I was; thou seest what I am; remember what thou art to be."

Three essentials to a false story teller-a good memory, a bold face, and fools for an audience.

Three things seen in the peacockthe garb of an angel, the walk of a thief, and the voice of the devil.

Three things it is unwise to boast of the flavor of thy ale, the beauty of thy wife, and the contents of thy purse.

Three miseries of a man's house-a smokey chimney, a dripping roof, and a scolding wife.

PLEASURES OF HOME.-The benificent ordination of Divine Providence is, that home should form our charac ter. The first object of parents should. be to make home interesting. It is a bad sign whenever children have to wander from the parental roof for amusement. Provide pleasures for them around their own fireside, and among themselves. The excellent had a museum in his house, and exert Leigh Richmond pursued this plan, ed every nerve to interest his little flock. A love of home is one of the

A son of Neptune, who was in the habit of quarreling with his better half, was one day remonstrated with by the minister of the parish, who told him he and his wife ought to be on amicable greatest safeguards in the world to man. Do you ever see men who de terms, as they were both one. "One!" light in their own firesides, lolling said the old salt, shifting his quid, "if about in taverns aud saloons? Imyou should come by the house some-plant this sentiment early in the child; times, blast my tarry toplights, if you it is a mighty preservative aganst vice. wouldn't think we were twenty."

The Working Man's Friend.