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crow ngly enough to frighten the minister, he kept it at Mother Rigby's cottage for the himself. But, on this occasion, as she had convenience of slipping it on whenever he awakened in an uncommonly pleasant humor, wished to make a grand appearance at the and was further dulcified by her pipe of to governor's table. To match the coat, there bacco, she resolved to produce something was a velvet waistcoat of very ample size, fine, beautiful, and splendid, rather than hid- and formerly embroidered with foliage, that eous and horrible.
had been as brightly golden as the maple"I don't want to set up a hobgoblin in my leaves in October, but which had now quite own corn-patch, and almost at my own door- vanished out of the substance of the velvet. step," said Mother Rigby to herself, pufting Next came a pair of scarlet breeches, once out a whiff of smoke; "I could do it if I pleas-worn by the French governor of Louisbourg, ed; but I'm tired of doing marvellous things, and the knees of which had touched the lowand so I'll keep within the bounds of every- er step of the throne of Louis le Grand. The day business, just for variety's sake. Besides, Frenchman had given these small-clothes to there is no use in scaring the little children, an Indian powwow, who parted with them for a mile roundabout, though 'tis true I'm a to the old witch for å gill of strong waters, witch!"
at one of their dances in the forest. FurtherIt was settled, therefore, in her own mind, more, Mother Rigby produced a pair of silk that the scarecrow should represent a fine stockings, and put them on the figure's legs, gentleman of the period, so far as the mate- where they showed as unsubstantial as a rials at hand would allow. Perhaps it may be dream, with the wooden reality of the two as well to enumerate the chief of the articles sticks making itself miserably apparent that went to the composition of this figure. through the holes. Lastly, she put her dead
The most important item of all, probably, husband's wig on the bare scalp of the pumpalthough it made so little show, was a certain kin, and surmounted the whole with a dusty broomstick, on which Mother Rigby had three-cornered hat, in which was stuck the taken many an airy gallop at midnight, and longest tail feather of a rooster. which now served the scarecrow by way of Then the old dame stood the figure up in a spinal column, or, as the unlearned plirase a corner of her cottage, and chuckled to beit, a backbone. One of its arms was a dis- hold its yellow semblance of a visage, with abled flail which used to be wielded by Good- its nobby little pose thrust into the air. It man Rigby, before his spouse worried him had a strangely self-satistied aspect, and seemout of this troublesome world; the other, if | ed to say, “Come look at me!" I mistake not, was coinposed of the pudding-1 “And you are well worth looking atstick and a broken rung of a chair, tied loose- that's a fact!" quoth Mother Rigby, in adly together at the elbow. As for its legs, miration at her own handiwork. “I've made the right was a hoe-handle, and the left an many a puppet, since I've been a witch; but undistinguished and miscellaneous stick from methinks this is the finest of them all. 'Tig the wood pile. Its lungs, stomach, and other almost too good for a scarecrow. And, by affairs of that kind, were nothing better than the by, I'll just fill a fresh pipe of tobacco, a meal bag, stuffed with straw. Thus, we and then take him out to the corn-patch." have made out the skeleton and entire cor- / While filling her pipe, the old woman conporcity of the scarecrow, with the exception tinued to gaze with almost motherly affection of its head; and this was admirably supplied at the figure in the corner. To say the truth, by a somewhat withered and shrivelled pump- whether it were chance, or skill, or downkin, in which Mother Rigby cut two holes for right witchcraft, there was something wonthe eyes and a slit for the mouth, leaving a derfully human in this ridiculous shape, bedizbluish-colored knob in the middle, to pass for ened with its tattered finery; and as for the a nose. It was really quite a respectable face. countenance, it appeared to shrivel its yellow
"I've seen worse ones on human shoulders, surface into a grin-a funny kind of expresat any rate," said Mother Rigby. “And many sion, betwixt scorn and merriment, as if it a fine gentleman has a pumpkin head, as well understood itself to be a jest at mankind. as my scarecrow !"
The more Mother Rigby looked, the better But the clothes, in this case, were to be she was pleased. the making of the man. So the good old “Dickon," cried she sharply, “another woman took down from a peg an ancient coal for my pipe!” plam-colored coat, of London make, and with Hardly had she spoken than, just as before, relics of embroidery on its seams, cuffs, there was a red-glowing coal on the top of pocket-flabs, and button-holes, but lamenta- the tobacco. She drew in a long whiff, and bly worn and faded, patched at the elbows, puffed it forth again into the bar of morning tattered at the skirts, and threadbare all over. sunshine, which struggled through the one On the left breast was a round hole, whence dusty pane of her cottage window. Mother either a star of nobility had been rent away, | Rigby always liked to flavor her pipe with a or else the hot heart of some former wearer coal of fire from the particular chimney corhad scorched it through and through. The ner whence this had been bronght. But neighbors said, that this rich garment be- where that chimney corner might be, or who longed to the Black Man's wardrobe, and that I brought the coal from it-further than that
the invisible messenger seemed to respond to crow's visage. The old witch clapt her skinthe name of Dickon-I cannot tell.
ny hands together, and smiled encouraging. " That puppet, yonder," thought Motherly upon her handiwork. She saw that the Rigby, still with her eyes fixed on the scare- charm worked well. The shrivelled, yellow crow, “is too good a piece of work to stand face, which heretofore had been no face at all summer in a corn-patch, frightening away all, had already a thin, fantastic haze, as it the crows and blackbirds. He's capable of were, of human likeness, shifting to and fro better things. Why, I've danced with a across it; sometimes vanishing entirely, but worse one, when partners happened to be growing more perceptible than ever with scarce, at our witch-meetings in the forest! the next whitf from the pipe. The wholo What if I should let him take his chance figure, in like manner, assumed a show of among the other men of straw and empty lite, such as we impart to ill-defined shapes fellows, who go bustling about the world among the clouds, and half-deceive ourselves
The old witch took three or four more with the pastime of our own fancy. whitis of her pipe, and smiled.
If we must needs pry closely into the mat“He'll meet plenty of his brethren at every ter, it may be doubted whether there was street-corner !" continued she. “Well; I any real change, after all, in the sordid, didn't mean to dabble in witchcraft to-day, worn-out, worthless, and ill-jointed substance further than the lighting of my pipe; but a of the scarecrow; but merely a spectral illuwitch I am, and a witch I'm likely to be, and sion, and a cunning effect of light and shade, there's no use trying to sbirk it. I'll make a so colored and contrived as to delude the eyes man of my scarecrow, were it only for the of most men. The miracles of witchcraft joke's sake!"
seem always to have had a very shallow subWhile muttering these words, Mother Rig-tlety; and, at least, if the above explanation by took the pipe from her own mouth, and do not hit the truth of the process, I can thrust it into the crevice which represented suggest no better. the same feature in the pumpkin-visage of “Well puffed, my pretty lad !" still cried the scarecrow
old Mother Rigby. “Come, another good, “Puff, darling, puff!” said she. “Puff stout whiff, and let it be with might and away, my fine fellow! your life depends on main! Puff for thy life, I tell thee! Puff
| out of the very bottom of thy heart; if any This was a strange exhortation, undoubted-heart thou hast, or any bottom to it! Well ly, to be addressed to a mere thing of sticks, done, again! Thou didst suck in that monthstraw, and old clothes, with nothing better full as if for the pure love of it." than a shrivelled pumpkin for a head; as we And then the witch beckoned to the scareknow to have been the scarecrow's case. crow, throwing so much magnetic potency Nevertheless, as we must carefully hold in into her gesture, that it seemed as if it must remembrance, Mother Rigby was a witch of inevitably be obeyed, like the mystic call of singular power and dexterity; and, keeping the loadstone, when it suinmons the iron. this fact duly before our minds, we shall see “Why lurkest thou in the corner, lazy nothing beyond credibility in the remarkable one ?” said she. “Step forth! Thou hast incidents of our story. Indeed, the great the world before thee ?" difficulty will be at once got over, if we can Upon my word, if the legend were not one only bring ourselves to believe, that, as soon which I heard on my grandmother's knee, as the old dame bade him puff, there came a and which bad established its place among whiff of smoke from the scarecrow's mouth. things credible before my childish judgment It was the very feeblest of whiffs, to be sure; could analyze its probability, I question whebut it was followed by another and another, ther I should have the face to tell it now! each more decided than the preceding one. In obedience to Mother Rigby's word, and
“Putf' away, iny pet! puff away, my pretty extending its arm as if to reach ber outone!” Mother Rigby kept repeating, with her stretched hand, the figure made a step forpleasantest smile. “It is the breath of life ward-a kind of bitch and jerk, however, to ye; and that you may take my word for!" rather than a step-then tottered, and alınost
Beyond all question the pipe was bewitch- lost its balance. What could the witch exed. There must have been a spell either in pect? It was nothing, after all, but a scarethe tobacco or in the fiercely glowing coal crow, stuck upon two sticks. But the strongthat so mysteriously burned on top of it, or willed old beldam scowled, and beckoned, in the pungently aromatic smoke which ex- and flung the energy of her purpose so forcihaled from the kindled weed. The figure, bly at this poor combination of rotten wood, after a few doubtful attempts, at length blew and musty straw, and ragged garments, that forth a volley of smoke, extending all the it was compelled to show itself a man, in spite way from the obscure corner into the bar of of the reality of things. So it stepped into the sunshine. There it eddied and melted away bar of sunshine. There it stood-poor devil among the motes of dust. It seemed a con- / of a contrivance that it was !-with only the vulsive effort; for the two or three next thinnest vesture of human similitude about whiff's were fainter, although the coal still it, through which was evident the stiff, rickglowed, and threw a gleam over the scare. I etty, incongruous, faded, tattered, good-fornothing patchwork of its substance, ready to, “Thou hast a man's aspect," said she, sink in a heap upon the floor, as conscious of sternly. “Have also the echo and mockery its own unworthiness to be erect. Shall I of a voice! I bid thee speak!” conf-ss the truth? At its present point of The scarecrow gasped, struggled, and at vivification, the scarecrow reminds me of length emitted a murinur, which was so insome of the lukewarm and abortive charac- corporated with its smoky breath that you ters, composed of heterogeneous materials, could scarcely tell whether it were indeed a used for the thousandth time, and never voice, or only a whiff of tobacco. Some worth using, with which romance-writers narrators of this legend, hold the opinion, (and myself, no doubt, among the rest), have that Mother Rigby's conjurations, and the so over-peopled the world of fiction. | fierceness of her will, had compelled a familiar
But the fierce old hag began to get angry, spirit into the figure, and that the voice was and show a glimpse of her diabolic nature his. (like a snake's head, peeping with a hiss out “Mother," mumbled the poor stifled voice, of her boson,) at this pusillanimous behavior“ be not so awful with me! I would fain of the thing, which she had taken the trouble speak; but being without wits, what can I to put together.
say?" “Puff away, wretch !" cried she, wrath- " Thou canst speak, darling, canst thou?" fully. “Puti, puff, puff, thou thing of straw cried Mother Rigby, relaxing her grim counand emptiness !--thon rag or two!-thou tenance into a smile. “And what shalt thou meal-bag!—thon pumpkin-head -thou no- say, quoth-a! Say, indeed! Art thou of the thing!-- where shall I find a name vile brotherhood of the empty skull, and demandenough to call thee by! Puff, I say, and suck est of me what thou shalt say? Thou shalt say in thy fantastic life along with the smoke; else a thousand things, and saying them a thouI snatch the pipe from thy mouth, and hurl sand times over, thou shalt still have said thee where that red coal came from!" nothing! Be not afraid, I tell thee! When
Thus threatened, the unhappy scarecrow thou comest into the world (whither I purhad nothing for it, but to puff away for dear pose sending thee, forth with), thou shalt not life. As need was, therefore, it applied itself lack the wherewithal to talk. Talk! Why, lustily to the pipe, and sent forth such abun- thou shalt babble like a mill-stream, if thou dant volleys of tobacco-smoke, that the small wilt. Thou hast brains enough for that, I cottage-kitchen became all vaporous. The trow !" one sunbeam struggled mistily through, and “At your service, mother," responded the could but imperfectly define the inage of tha figure. cracked and dusty window-pane on the oppo- “And that was well said, my pretty one!" site wall. Mother Rigby, meanwhile, with answered Mother Rigby. “ Then thou spakest one brown arm akimbo, and the other like thyself, and meant nothing. Thou shalt stretched towards the figure, loomed grimly have a hundred such set phrases, and five amid the obscurity, with such port and ex-hundred to the boot of them. And now, pression as when she was wont to heave a darling, I have taken so much pains with ponderous nightmare on her victims, and thee, and thou art so beautiful, that, by my stand at the bedside to enjoy their agony. In troth, I love thee better than any witch's fear and trembling did this poor scarecrow puppet in the world; and I've made thein of puff. But its efforts, it must be acknowledg-all sortsclay, wax, straw, sticks, night-tog, ed, served an excellent purpose; for, with morning-mist, sea-foam, and chimney-smoke! each successive whiff, the figure lost more But thon art the very best. So give heed and more of its dizzy and perplexing tenuity, to what I say !" and seemed to take denser substance. Its “Yes, kind mother," said the figure, very garments, moreover, partook of the ma-1" with all my heart!" gical change, and shone with the gloss of “With all thy heart!” cried the old witch, novelty, and glistened with the skilfully em- setting her hands to her sides, and laughing broidered gold that had long ago been rent loudly. “Thou hast such a pretty way of away. And, half-revealed among the smoke, speaking! With all thy heart! And thou a yellow visage bent its lustreless eyes on didst put thy hand to the left side of thy Mother Rigby.
waistcoat, as if thou really hadst one!” At last, the old witch clenched her fist, So now, in high good humor with this fanand shook it at the figure. Not that she was tastic contrivance of hers, Mother Rigby told positively angry, but merely acting on the the scarecrow that it must go and play its principle-perhaps untrue, or not the only part in the great world, where not one man truth, though as high a one as Mother Rigby in a hundred, she affirmed, was gifted with could be expected to attain—that feeble and more. real substance than itself. And, that torpid natures, being incapable of better in- he might hold up his head with the best of spiration, must be stirred up by fear. But them, she endowed him, on the spot, with an here was the crisis. Should she fail in what unreckonable amount of wealth. It consisted she now sought to effect, it was her ruthless partly of a gold mine in Eldorado, and of ten purpose to scatter the miserable simulacre thousand shares in a broken bubble, and of into its original elements.
| half a million acres of vineyard at the North
Pole, and of a castle in the air and a chateau | FREEDOM OF THOUGHT AND THE in Spain, together with all the rents and in
LATEST MIRACLES. come theretrom accruing. She further made
A RCHBISHOP HUGHES, in a late speech over to him the cargo of a certain ship, laden
atteinpted an exposition of the relations with salt of Cadiz, which she herself, by her
between the Roman Catholic Church and necromantic arts, had caused to founder, ten
Liberty, with special reference to the posiyears before, in the deepest part of mid-ocean.
tion assumed by him and other prelates, that İf the salt were not dissolved, and could be
the Roman Catholics are, not less than Probrought to market, it would fetch a pretty
testants, upholders of freedom in opinion and penny among the fishermen. That he might
in discussion. The interesting brochure of not lack ready money, she gave him a copper
his Grace will be better appreciated by our farthing, of Biriningham manufacture, being
readers, perhaps, if we mention a few recent all the coin she had about her, and likewise
facts illustrative of the subject, as it affects a great deal of brass, which she applied to
"authors and books." The French Roman his forehead, thus making it yellower than
Catholic Bishop of Lucan has a pastoral ever.
in the Univers condemning. Walter Scott's
works, without exception. He does the same SMILES AND TEARS.
by Chateaubriand, and the Arabian Nights, WRITTEN FOR THE INTERNATIONAL MAGAZINE,
and Don Quixote- the first as Protestant, BY RICHARD COE.
the second as insufficiently Catholic, the third “ART thon happy, little child, A On this clear bright sumier's day,
as no Christian, the fourth as of no religion In the garden sporting wild,
at all. One unhappy writer of school-books Art thou happy! tell me, pray !"
is condemned because he cites Guizot and “If I had that pretty thing, That has town to yonder tree,
Thierry; another because he blames the inasI would laugh, and dance, and sing
sacres of Saint Bartholomew, and thinks they Oh! how happy I should be !"
were caused by "religious fanaticism." But Then I caught the butterfly, Placed it in his hands securely,
first of all, and more than all, the bishop conNow, methought, his pretty eye
demns “that irreligious" Parisian journal, La Never more will look demurely! “ Art thou happy, now?" said I,
Presse. “The number of its subscribers is Tears were sparkling in his eye;
deplorable; but they are becoming and shall Lo! the butterfly was deadIn his hands its life had sped !
become less; no priest must subscribe to it.
No priest must be seen with it. No priest “ Art thou happy, maiden fair, On this long, bright summer's day,
must.ordinarily' read it.” This is all very Culling flowerets so rare,
proper, according to antecedents, but we Art thou happy! tell me, pray !"
should not like it if Bishop Hughes deprived “ If my Henry were but here, To enjoy the scene with me;
us of the Tribune, the Herald, or the Journal He whose love is so sincere,
of Commerce, all of which are as bad, in the Oh! how happy I should be !" Soon I heard her lover's feet,
same way, as the Presse. Another example Sounding on the gravel lightly,
of the prohibition of books, we add from the To his loving words so sweet,
cyclic letter just issued by Cardinal LambrusTender glances answered brightly! "Art thou happy, now!" I said,
chini, condeinning Professor Nuytz's works Down she hung her lovely head,
on ecclesiastical law :
“And further, although we derive great conso“ Art thou happy, mother mild,
lation from the promise of Jesus Christ, that the On this bright, bright summer's day,
gates of hell shall never prevail against the Church, Gazing on thy cherub child,
our soul cannot but feel excruciating pain, upon Art thou happy! tell me, pray!" * If my baby-boy were well,"
considering how daring outrages against divine Thus the mother spake to me,
and sacred things daily flow from the unbridled “Gratitude my heart would swell
licentiousness, the perverse effrontery and impiety Oh! how happy I should be !" Then the cordial I supplied,
of the press. Now in this pestilence of corrupt Soon the babe restored completely;
books which invades us on all sides, the work enCherub-faced and angel-eyed,
titled Institutes of Ecclesiastical Law, by John On his mother smiled he sweetly! “ Art thou happy, now?" I said;
Nepomuc Nuytz, Professor in the Royal UniverWould his father were not dead!"
sity of Turin, as also the work entitled Essays on Thus she answered me with sighs,
Ecclesiastical Law, by the same author, claim a Scalding tear-drops in her eyes!
conspicuous place, inasmuch as the doctrines con" Art thou happy, aged man,
tained in the said nefarious works are so widely On this glorious summer's day, With a cheek all pale and wan,
disseminated from one of the chairs of that uniArt thou happy! tell me, pray !"
versity, that uncatholic theses selected from them “If I were but safe above,"
are proposed as fit subjects for discussion to canSpake the old man unto me, "To enjoy my Saviour's love,
didates aspiring to the doctor's degree. For in the Oh! how happy I should be !"
above mentioned works and essays, such errors Then the angel Death came down,
are taught under the semblance of asserting the And he welcomed him with gladness, On his brow so pale and wan,
rights of the priesthood and of the secular power, Not a trace was seen of sadness:
that instead of sound doctrines, thoroughly poison“Art thou happy, now " I said;
ed cups are offered to youth. For the said author “Yes!” he answered with his head;
hath not blushed to reproduce under a new form. Tears of joy were in his eyes, Dew-drops from the upper skies!
in his impious propositions and comments, all those
doctrines which have been condemned by John II., , and at the close of the expiatory triduo which Benedict XIV, Pius VI., and Gregory XVI., as has been celebrated at Saint Andre della Valle well as by the decrees of the fourth Council of in reparation of a sacrilegious outrage committed Lateran, and those of Florence and Trent. He against the Madonna du Vicolo dell' Abate Luigi.'" openly asserts for example, that the Church has no Of course the girl never was ill at all. right to enforce her authority by might, and that Miraculous agencies, it appears, have been she has no temporal power whatever, whether direct applied to by the highest powers at Rome, or indirect."
with the purpose which actuates the old laOne of the latest miracles is described in the dies who study Zadkiel. A young peasant Paris Univers, as foliows-in the most per-girl living at Sezza, near the Neapolitan fronfect good faith:
tier, has been for some time in a kind of ec“ There is much talk at Rome of an extraordi
static, or, as non-believers in miracles would nary cure which has taken a place in the very pal- | call it, magnetic state, and in that part of the ace of the Vatican. The following is the manner
province of Marittima and Campagna, is alin which this prodigious fact is described,
ready known under the denomination of St. which will, without doubt, become the subject of a judicial inquiry : 'A young girl of about twenty ;
Catherine. Her fame seems to have originated
in a miracle which she worked some time ago years of age, whose family is employed in the domestic side of the palace, bad contracted a bad |
had on the person of an old woman, who caine fever, owing to the loss of her father a little time
to her in great distress because her daughter before, as well as to the influence of the season, had
had died in childbed, leaving the grandmowhich has multiplied at Rome diseases of this ther of the infant without pecuniary means kind, and by which a great number of victims for its support. “St. Catherine" is said to have fallen within the last few months. Notwith-have directed the old woman to suckle the standing the enlightened efforts of the doctor of baby herself, assuring her that, before she the Pontifical · family, and of her parents, the reached home, she would find herself in a young invalid was soon at the last extremity. The condition to do soma direction which the vice-curé of the palace (which, as is known, is a venerable applicant strictly obeyed, and foundation), a member of the Augustin order found her hopes realized! Other supernatu(Monseigneur the Sacristan of the same order | ral answers were subsequently given by the is the titular curé), had administered to her the
saint to various applications of the neighborsacrament of extreme unction, and had recited the
ing peasantry, and stolen fowls and stray prayer recommending her soul. Her last sigh. was hourly expected. For the sake of enabling
cattle were recovered by her indications. our readers to understand the prodigy about to be
But the concourse of people at last grew so related, it is necessary to state that during the great that the ecclesiastical authorities intercourse of the malady the vice-curé had several fered in behalf of the sybil, whom they times engaged the pious patient to invoke the aid placed in safety and repose within the walls of a veverable servant of God, of the Augustin of a convent, prohibiting, at the same time, order, whose beatification is about to be declared, any one from coming to consult her without and he had even mixed in the potions given to such the express permission of the bishop:girl some little fragments of the clothes of the ven- " From the accounts of dispassionate spectaerable man. On the other hand, according to the tors," writes the correspondent of the Daily News, usage of religious families, thev had carried into “ I am led to infer that there is really something the chamber of the dying person the Santo-Bam- extraordinary in the mental or physical organizabino del'Ara Cæli, demanding of these last re- tion of this young girl, as she alternates between sources of the faithful a cure no longer in the reach a dormant state, resembling magnetic sleep, and a of human science to bestow. Let us return to the strong degree of hysterical or nervous excitabilibed of the dying girl, whom we find in a profound ty; but whatever may be the real cause of the sleep, from which she shall soon awaken to relate second sight or preternatural knowledge which with smiles on her lips how she had seen the in- she has, according to public rumor, so frequently fant Jesus, having at his side a venerable servant displayed, it is certain that many persons of of God, clad in the habit of the order of St. Au- this city, including ecclesiastics of high rank, gustin. She adds that she feels herself cured, but have profited by the opportunity of getting a peep very weak, and she asks for a cup of broth to give into the future, and knowing betimes what they her strength. The broth is given to her, although have to prepare for. Cardinals Lambruschini the request is regarded as coming from one in the and Franzoni and the Duke Don Marino Torlonia last agitation of dying; but the sick girl, who had are amongst the number of distinguished indivifelt the action of grace, and who knew well that duals who have applied to this modern oracle. she was cured, rises, throws off all the blisters, The advocate Zaccaleoni, Monseigneur Appoloni, of which not a trace was left on her body, and on and many prelates have followed their example; the following day repaired to the church of Ara indeed, the surprising replies and alarming progCæli, at more than half a league distant, to thank nostics of the Pythoness so far roused the fears the Santo Bambino and the servant of God, who and curiosity of the Pope himself, that he caused had restored her to life and health. You may her to be sent for from the convent at Sezza, and easily comprehend the sensation that a fact of brought to Rome, a few days ago, in the carriage this kind must have produced upon a population of a respectable and religious couple, who went so full of faith, especially on the eve of the cere there for that express purpose. “An interview mony of the 21st, which will put solemnly upon took place between Pio Nono and the prophetess, the altar, in placing him among the blest, the ven immediately after which she was sent back to her erable Father Clavier, of the Society of Jesus, I retirement. The result of the interview has not