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prisoners is also promised. Pope Pius IX has just completed a tour of the Roman states, of which there is much complaint that the people were not al. lowed freely to present their grievances to him. At Loretto, after a religious service, the pope ordered & large number of indulgences, printed or written on small slips of paper, to be thrown among the crowd. There was a great rush for them in the belief that the Holy Father was dispensing charity, and that these were orders for bread or for small sums of money, and finding them to be only indulgences, the people's disappointment showed itself in personal disrespect to the pontiff. . . . The British House of Commons have by largi Inajority again passed a bill releasing Jews from the oath which disabled them from entering Parliament. The measure was so qualified, however, that no Jew can hold any ecclesiastical preferment or in any way control church affairs. The bill, however, as thus modified, has been rejected by the House of Lords. An idea of the immense magnitude and resources of the refreshment department of the Crystal Palace at Sydenham, may be formed from the fact that on the 17th of June (one of the days of the great Handel festival, when Victoria was present) the department, before six o'clock in the evening, had supplied six thousand dinners and luncheons, " very many thousand pints of sherry wine," and eight hundred quarts of ice cream, without any confusion. ... The gipsies of England, being crowded out of the road-side spots, and moorlands, and by-lanes, by the increased occupancy of vacant lands, are quietly mixing with the settled population. They prove to be good neighbors and excellent farm servants. . . . Prince Albert, now created Prince Consort of England, has recently presided over an Educational Convention with much earliestness and good judgment. In the course of his opening adiress he made the following statement: "In 1801 there were in England and Wales, of public schools, 2,876; of private schools, 487: total 3,863. In 1851 (the year of the Census) there were in England and Wales, of public schools, 15,518; of private schools, 80,524: total, 46,042; giving instruction in all to 2,144,878 scholars; of whom 1,423,982 belong to public schools, and 721,396 to the private schools. The rate of progress is further illustrated by statistics which show that in 1818 the proportion of day scholars to the population was 1 in 17; in 1833, 1 in 11; and in 1851, i in 8."... We are told that the total population in England and Wales of children between the ages of three and fifteen being estimated at 4,905,696, only 2,046,848 attend school at all, while 2,861,818 receive no instruction whatever. At the same time an analy. sis of the scholars witb reference to the length of time allowed for their school tuition shows that 42 per cent. of them have been at school less than one year ; 22 per cent, during one year; 15 per cent. during two years; 9 per cent. during three years; 5 per cent, during four years; and 4 per cent. during five years. Therefore out of the two millions of scholars alluded to, more than one million and a half remain only two years at school. . . . From a protest that has recently been made by Sir Charles Barry, the architect of the new English House of Parliament, against a decision of the Lords of the Treasury, on bis clains for remuneration, it appears that the building has been in progress for twenty years, covers more than eight acres of gronnd, contains 1.180 rooms, 19 halls, 126 staircases, and more than two miles of corridors, passages, etc. More than £2,000,000 (say $10,000,000) have already been expended upon it, and £103,561 are appropriated this year for works in process of completion. It is said that the sum of £304,000 at least will be required to complete the building, and that the body of the edifice is already showing signs of decay. This enormous expenditure was made the subject of an earnest debate in the House of Commons in committee of supply. .. The projected railway to India through Assyria will, it is expected, ultimately be joined to Egypt by a line to Alexandria, Should this expectation be realized, the prediction of Isaiah, says one, will be literally fulfilled: “In that time there shall be a highway out of Egypt to Assyrin, and the Assyrian shall come into Egypt, and tho Egyptian into Assyria. In that day shall Israel be third with Egypt and Assyria.".. The elections in France in June, always held on a Sunday, resulted, with but five or six exceptions, in favor of the government, as was to be expected. On Sunday and Monday, July 5 and 6, the elections took place in Paris for the three districts which failed to give an absolute majority on the first trial. The opposition candidates, Cavaignac, Ollivier, and Darimon, were clected over the government candidates by & majority of abont one thousand each. ... In the British Honse of Commons, on July 7, the motion to
abolish the office of Lord Lieutenant of Ireland was negatived by a vote of 266 to 115. . . On the night of June 29 an insurrection was attempted at Genos, but was promptly repressed, the government having previous information of it. It appears to have been rather personal than political, being directed against the King of Naples and tho pope, and the Austrinn troops in Italy. The conspirators seem to have bad no plan for a government. At a half-yearly meet. ing of the proprietors of the Eastern Steam Navigation Company, held in July, it was reported oflicial that the mammoth steamship Great Eastern would be ready to launch in September, and would make her trial trip to Portland, Maine, in the April following. The net produce of the revenue of Great Britain for the year ending on the 30th of June, 1557, was £72.000.821, being an increase upon the year 1856 of $1,827,042 · The present year will be remarkablo in the annals of British rule in India, the prophecy so often uttered, that the native army of Bengal would yet strike the sererest blow at British power in India being apparently in process of fulfillment. Advices froin India by the overland mail, which brought up the accounts to the 27th of May, show that from Calcutta to Lahore the troops of the presidency are either in open mutiny or verging thereupon, and that at Meerut, Delhi, and Ferozepore they had thrown off all allegiance, and had massacred, amid other ter. rible atrocities, all the Europeans who bad fallen into their hands. A native king had been proclaimed at Delhi, which city the mutineers held in absolute And undisputed possession. The cause assigned for the origin of this mutiny is curious, but there seems to be ample reason for suspecting that the ostensible reason for insurrection was but a pretext, and that the determination to rebel had been for some time eftertained. A troop of the third regiment of native cavalry, who had complained that contrary to their religious tenets animal fat bad been used in the preparation of their cartridges, were ordered on parade to load and fire with the cartridges supplied from goy. ernment, but with a specific and distinct assurance that the complaint they had formerly made was une founded. Only five out of ninety men composing the troop obeyed the order. The eighty-five who disobeyed it were tried by court martial and sentenced to a term of imprisonment varying from fire to ten years. On the 9th of May, before a brigade parade, the sentenco was carried into effect. The eighty-five troopers were publicly ironed and conveyed to prison. On the following day, Sunday, May 10, the wholo regiment rose in rebellion, and being joined by the bazar and town people, as well as by the two native infantry regiments' cantoned in Meerut, liberated their comrades and some twelve hundred other pris. oners. Then commenced a horrible massacre. Nee. rut is a large native military station. It was soon in flames. Every European officer was shot, and the European women and children were butchered, after being the victims of even worse outrages.
The mutineers were ultimately dispersed by European troops, and fled to Delhi, forty miles distant, where even more horrible scenes were enacteel. The garrison of that city was entirely native. They joined in the mutiny, a company of artillery, however, stipulating for the safety of their European officers. The infantry, of which there were three regiments, showed no such feeling, and their officers were all slot. Every European who fell into the bands of the mutineers was massacred. They appear to have carefully ar ranged their ontbreak. They obtained possession of the powder magazines, but at the critical moment, . young officer of the artillery (Lieutenant G. D. Wil. loughby) fired them, and the explosion produced fearful destruction among the mutineers. There are conflicting rumors as to whether Lieutenant Willoughby perished in the catastrophe. The mutineers also possessed themselves of the treasure in the Bank of Delhi. The city at the last advices was held by the insurgents. In this outbreak some ten native regiments, or parts of regiments, making an aggregate of eight thousand men, have disappeared from the Ben. gal army. Besides these a regiment of native infantry at Calcutta has been disbanded as no longer to be re lied upon. The government in England are evidently alarmed at the state of things, as the soldiers dispatched to China are ordered to India, in addition to ten thousand troops from England. Similar mutinous manifestations had been made at Lucknow, at Lahore, and at other points. Adequate measures had been taken, however, by the government against the spread of the mutiny, and probably for the present it will be suppressed. But the end is not.
THE VALLEY OF THE NAU G A TU C K. TN the olden time, as we are wont to proximity to the house, extending along I call any period extending back to the the line of the street, was an ample horse earlier memories of that noted personage, shed, in accordance with the fashion of the “oldest inhabitant," there stood upon those days. Altogether the establishment the northern side of West Main-street, in was a good representation of the New Waterbury, a short distance from Center | England inn of the olden time. Square, a house known as “the old Judd This particular locality is not without a House,” which was for a long period of certain degree of interest in the early hisyears the only inn of the village. The tory of Waterbury. It was upon this house was red, and a capacious stoop ex- spot that the first English child was born tended across its front; at one corner was in this place, and, indeed, I may say in a venerable weeping elm. In immediate this portion of the state. This English
child was Rebecca, daughter of Thomas of state," and liked, I believe, himself (as and Mary Richardson, and was born April who does not ?) to be of some importance 27th, 1679.
in the commonwealth. On the occasion Captain Judd, the proprietor of this of Washington's visit he was free in his house for many years, was an officer in communicative suggestions, as well as inthe French and Indian war. The captain terrogatories in regard to public matters. was a decided character, and many anec The general was not disposed to be talkadotes of him were in circulation a few tive, listened well, but said little. The years since, for the most part unknown to judge was rather annoyed; at last the the present residents of Waterbury who are general, with an air of mysterious import, not “to the manor born.” The old Judd said, “ Judge Hopkins, can you keep a House was kept as a tavern from 1773 up secret ?" to the time of the captain's death in 1825. The judge was on tip-toe ; deliberating
Captain Judd was a complacent land- for a moment to give weight to his asse lord when“ the cap was on the right ear,” tion, and to show that he did not solicit and his unwavering reply to all suggestions confidence, “I think,” said he, “I think, was, “ That's well, sir." Late in life, general, that I can." after he had become quite deaf, the son “So can I,” said General Washington ; of an old friend at a distance called to pass and here the conversation ended. the night. After the osual compliments It is a singular fact that all the buildthe captain inquired for his old friend. ings which belonged to the “Old Judd
“My father is dead, sir," was the reply. place" were destroyed by fire. In the
6. That's well, sir," with unmoved com first place, the barn and sheds were struck posure.
by lightning and burned. On one of Raising his voice, the man again re the most fearful and boisterous nights of marked, “ My father is dead, sir."
the winter of 1833, the inhabitants of the " That's well,” was again the response. village were aroused from their slumbers
A third and last time the man shouted at by the startling cry of " fire.” The wind his highest pitch, "My father is dead, sir.” howled pitilessly through the streets,
With stolid face the old man looked driving the falling snow before its blast. calmly on, and again reiterated, “ That's So severe was the storm that many neigh. well, sir,” to the entire discomfiture of bors living in the immediate vicinity of his guest. Whether this may be entirely the catastrophe were not awakened from attributed to deafness, or a large part to their slumbers. The feeble voice of man the old man's well-known obstinacy, is a seemed lost in the raging of the elequestion.
During the war of the Revolution Cap At the moment of the first alarm the tain. Judd's inn was repeatedly occupied " Old Judd House" was discovered a by detachments of the American forces. mass of flame. With great difficulty a On one occasion the French troops passed portion of the inmates made their esthrough here eight thousand in number, cape, but two beautiful children of Mr. accompanied by Lafayette and other dis- Holmes, the occupant at that time and tinguished officers. General Washington descendant of the original proprietor, perwas also here, on one or more occasions. ished in the flames. A young man named In those days there lived in a house but a John N. Tuttle made an effort to rescue few rods west of Captain Judd's upon the the sleeping children, and lost his life in ground now occupied by the residence of the attempt. The citizens of Waterbury S. M. Buckingham, Esq., a certain Judge erected a monument upon the spot where Hopkins, who was one of the leading the three victims were interred in the old men of the place, a person of considerable burial ground. The monument is indignity of manner, and doubtless not want- scribed on one side to John N. Tuttle, ing among other qualities in self-esteem. with the following lines from the pen of
The judge was very hospitable, and on Mrs. Sigourney : the occasions of Washington's and Lafay “Thou who yon sleeping babes to save ette's visits here he extended the hospi
Didst sink into a fiery grave, talities of his house to these distinguished
When the last flame with vengeance dread,
Hath on the pomp of heroes fed, guests. He took a great interest in pub
A deed like this, undinm'd and bright, lic affairs, had a keen relish for the “ cares Shall stand before the Judge's sight.”
The opposite side of the monument is the medical society of Connecticut is in. inscribed to the lost children, with the fol- debted to him as one of its founders." lowing lines from the same gifted writer: Doctor Hopkins enjoyed a considerable
"The midnight fire was fierce and red, literary reputation ; in fact, was eminent Sweet babes, that wrapp'd your sleeping bed; among the writers at that day. Among But He who oft with favoring ear
his associates were Trumbull, Barlow, Had bow'd your early prayers to hear,
Humphreys, Dwight, and others. The Received, beyond this mortal shore, The sister souls to part no more.”
• Anarchiad" is said to have been written
by Hopkins, Trumbull, and Barlow. “He The “ Old Judd House” thus disap- also had a hand in the · Echo,' the · Popeared, and a more modern edifice was
litical Green-House,' and many satirical erected in its place, still occupied by the
poems of that description, in which he had descendants of the original proprietor. for his associates Richard Alsop, TheoAn old elm which stood nearly in front dore Dwight, and a number of others.” of the house, and which had extended its The following quaint epitaph upon a pashadow over the heroes of the Revolution, tient killed by a cancer quack, is from the struggled manfully for life after the fire,
pen of Doctor Hopkins : notwithstanding its seared condition. On the one side it presented only a charred “Here lies a fool flat on his back, trunk, but still it continued to send forth
The victim of a cancer quack;
Who lost his money and his life its fresh branches and verdure, but within
By plaster, caustic, and by knife. the last two or three years the old tree The case was this: a pimple rose has disappeared, and with it the last vest Southeast a little of his nose, ige of “the Old Judd place."
Which daily redden'd and grew bigger,
As too much drinking gave it vigor. “ Samuel Hopkins, D.D., an eminent
A score of gossips soon insure divine, was born in this town September Full three score different modes of cure; 17, 1721. He lived with his parents, em But the full-fed pimple still ployed in the labors of agriculture, until he
Defied all petticoated skill;
When fortune led him to peruse entered his fifteenth year; and such was
A hand-bill in the weekly news, the purity of manners among the youth of
Sigu'd by six fools of ditferent sorts, this place that he had never heard from All cured of cancers made of warts; them a profane expression.* He entered Who recommend with due submission Yale College in 1737, and was graduated
This cancer-monger as magician.
Fear wing'd his flight to find the quack, in 1741."
And prove his cancer-curing knack; Doctor Samuel Hopkins, a distin But on his way he found another, guished physician and poet, was also a na A second advertising brother;
But as much like him as an owl tive of Waterbury, where he was born
Is unlike every handsome fowl; June 19, 1750. It is said that Doctor
Whose fame had raised him as broad a fog, Hopkins was led to the study of medicine And of the two the greater hog; from observing symptoms of pulmonary
Who used a still more magic plaster, complaint in some of his young compan
That sweat, forsooth, and cured the faster.
The doctor view'd, with mooney eyes, ions, being aware, at the same time, that
And scowled up face, the pimple's size; there was a hereditary predisposition to Then christen'd it in solemn answer, the same disease in his own family. It is And cried, “ This pimple's name is cancer; singular that he should at last have fallen
But courage, friend, I see you're pale, a victim to the experiment of a new remedy
My sweating plasters never fail;
I've sweated hundreds out with ease, in his own case for the same disease.
With roots as long as maple trees, " Doctor Hopkins was a physician of And never fail'd in all my trialsgreat skill and reputation. His memory
Behold these samples here in vials, was so retentive that he could quote every
Preserved, to show my wondrous merits,
Just as my liver is-in spirits. writer he had read, whether medical or lit
For twenty joes the cure is done." erary, with the same readiness that a cler The bargain struck, the plaster on, gyman quotes the Bible. In his labors for Which gnaw'd the cancer at its leisure, scientific purposes he was indefatigable.
And pain'd his face above all measure.
And swell'd like toad that meets disaster ; • A friend of the writer, who flourished at a Thus foil'd, the doctor gravely swore, later period, has suggested to him that Mr. Hop It was a right rose-cancer sore ; kins's acquaintance must have been limited, or Then stuck his probe beneath the beard, that he could rarely have been out evenings. And show'd him where the leaves appear'd;
And raised the patient's drooping spirits elevation where its churches are situated, By praising up the plaster's merits.
present most of the characteristic features Quoth he, " The roots now scarcely stick;
of the finest English rural scenery.
The l'll fetch her out like crab or tick; And make it rendezvous, next trial,
very superior quality of the cattle found With six more plagues in my old vial.” here strengthens the resemblance to EnThen purged him pale with jalap drastic,
glish pastoral scenes; the farmers having And next applied the infernal caustic.
introduced the finest imported stock upon And yet this semblance bright of hell Served but to make the patient yell ;
their estates. And, gnawing on with fiery pace,
“ John Trumbull, the author, was the Devour'd one broadside of his face.
son of a clergyman of the same name, and "Courage, 'tis done,” the doctor cried,
was born April 24th, 1750.” He was of And quick the incision knife applied ; That with three cuts made such a hole,
exceedingly delicate constitution, and early Out flew the patient's tortured soul !
in life showed manifestations of his poetical Go, readers, gentle, eke, and simple,
ability. He was educated at Yale ColIf you have wart, or corn, or pimple, lege. “In 1775 he wrote the first part To quack infallible apply; Here's room for you to lie.
of McFingal, which was immediately pubHis skill triumphant still prevails,
lished at Philadelphia, where Congress was For death's a cure that never fails."
then sitting.” This work was completed John Trumbull, the celebrated author and published in Hartford in 1782. of McFingal, was a native of Westbury, a
• McFingal is a burlesque poem directed parish of Waterbury, which has since been against the enemies of American liberty, and seen set off under the name of Watertown. holding up to scorn and contempt the tories This is at the present day a beautiful town. and the British officers, naval, military, and In the general cultivation of the soil and civil, in America. It is a merciless satire
throughout: whatever it touches it transforms; its many superior farms, it presents a strik- kings, ministers, lords, bishops, generals, judges, ing contrast with the parent town. In the admirals, all take their turn, and become, in the beautifully undulating character of the light or associations in which they are exhibland, as well as in its fine forest trees hap-ited, alternately the objects of our merriment,
hatred, or scorn. So wedded is the author to pily grouped over rich meadows, the en
his vein of satire that even McFingal, the friend virons of Watertown, viewed from the of England, and the champion of the Tories, is