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We know it not, yet strange it is that It was at this moment that, looking she who had ventured so much for her around her with an inspired countenance, countrymen should not have found fel- Joan earnestly requested that a crucifix low-sufferers, if not deliverers, in her ex- might be given to her. An Englishman tremity.

hurried forward, and breaking a stick in For months poor Joan languished in two pieces, formed one roughly, which she prison. Chains of iron were her necklace received and pressed fervently to her and bracelets. Her captors, not content bosom. So touching was her demeanor, with having secured her person, seemed so complete her resignation, that many left bent upon taking vengeance for their nu- the market-place, incapable of watching merous discomfitures, by an excess of her constancy to the close : the very cruelty toward their hapless, helpless officials were melted to tears, while the prisoner. A hue-and-cry of heresy and bailie of Rouen could scarcely falter out witchcraft was raised against her; and the requisite orders. “ Dieu soit bénit!" for these she was condemned to die at the exclaimed she, as she placed herself on stake. Her woman's heart, which had the pile. The name of the Saviour was been so wondrously nerved to face death the last to quit her lips, and as long as on the battle-field, now broken by suffer- she retained a single breath of life, she ing and reproach, died within her at the appeared to be pouring out her soul in thought of so terrible a fate. She gave prayer. When the smoke cleared away, herself up to the most passionate grief, the calcined ashes alone remained to and in that dark hour was induced to as- France of the martyred heroine who had sent to an abjuration of her innocence upon saved her in her peril; and, as usual, the promise of release. During her im- general lamentation was heard from those prisonment she had been urged to confess who, though preserved by her fortitude that she was guilty of the crimes which and constancy, had never evinced practical were charged upon her, but she had re- gratitude to rescue one whose devotion fused. Tortures were threatened, but they could plausibly admire, yet were too she boldly maintained that in all things pusillanimous to copy!

Alas for poor she had done the will of God. It is humanity! which can adulate the prosthought she did not understand the abju- perous, yet see the vast forest of great ration which she was now pressed to sign virtues cut down-yea, even aid in its to be an acknowledgment of guilt. But extirpation—without an effort to preserve the confession thus extorted availed her it, though protecting all beneath its shanothing. The enemy would not be satis, dow! How often does the mistaken mofied with anything short of the sacrifice tive called policy, which prompts to such of her life.

ingratitude, deceive itself; and baseness Once more the eyes of a crowd are finds no reward, but unavailing remorse turned upon the maiden. Once more the becomes the profitless return for treachery! father gazes on his child. Not as before So was it with Joan : France felt herself in the Cathedral of Rheims, but in the more disgraced by the abandonment of her market-place of Rouen. Then were heard heroine, than by a thousand defeats ; the the glad sounds of an ovation—now there gleam of the maid's consuming pyre was is the hush of death. Then the light reflected in the universal glow of national which fell upon that graceful, girlish form, shame, and—fitting instrument of such instole softly through richly stained win- humanity-priestcraft put forth all its dows—the light which now encircles it, cunning in aid of cruelty, and professed to gleams from consuming flames. She is punish imposture by the grossest perverpassing through the dark valley of the sion of truth! We gladly drop a vail over shadow of death, and with an energy lent this scene, for the heart shrinks less at the from above, she seems to cast herself upon sufferings of the innocent victim than at the Saviour, and with his name on her the malignant deceit of her persecutors. lips, expires. The old man bows in agony. Sad indeed is the moral, of how ignorance It is his last grief-he turns away to die. sears the mind's best feelings; how superEven those who had clamored for her stitious fanaticism obscures the judgment, death, shrunk from the scene with horror, until, unguided by the word, even the as she was dragged forward, and placed ministers of a religion professing peace upon the pile.

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to call themselves its ministers, and pro Still more recently a statue of the maid, fane his likeness whom they yet claim to on horseback, and clad in complete armor, be their God!

has been erected at Orleans by the French Many monuments have been erected to government. It was solemnly inauguthe memory of the heroic maiden. There rated with great pomp, on the eighth is one at Rouen, on the spot where she of May last. Our artist has given a repwas put to death; and a beautiful statue resentation of this beautiful work of art, was, some years since, erected at Paris copied from L'Nlustration, a Parisian by a daughter of Louis Philippe.

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Garcinia Mangostana. It is a native of page or two to brief descriptions of the Molucca Islands, whence it has been rare fruits and beautiful flowers. We give introduced into Great Britain and France, an engraving of the Mangosteen, and an and a few specimens are to be found in illustration of the fruit and leaves is on the the more choice collections of exotic plants next page. In botanical language it is the in the United States. The tree, in its

At a late exhibition of the Horticultural Society of London, beautiful specimens of the Mangosteen were exhibited, said by those who had tasted it in its native soil to be fully equal in flavor to the products of the Indian Archipelago.

A London paper, to which we are indebted for the original, from which our engravings are taken, says that the production of this delicious tropical fruit, lately accomplished in the stove of the Duke of Northumberland, at Sion House, is considered by those conversant with the difficulties attending the labor as one of the greatest triumphs of modern horticulture; this being, we believe, the only successful attempt made since the introduction of the plant into England, in 1729. The ripe fruit exhibited was one of the four produced by a tree sent over by Dr. Wallich, from the Calcutta Botanic

Garden, in 1833; since native soil, grows to the height of about which time it has received the unremittwenty feet, very straight, and perhaps ting attention of twenty-two years, before too rigid to be called graceful. The leaves crowning the exertions of its cultivator are large, oval, and of a glossy green color. with fruit. The flowers resemble the rose in form and On the following page we give one of color. The fruit is of a dullish red, the the most beautiful subjects of the floral size of a small orange, with a thick rind kingdom. Only a flower! That's all, like that of the pomegranate. It is of a reader. But blessed be the man that loves most exquisite flavor, uniting the delicious flowers, loves them for their own sakes, juice of the peach with the aroma of the for their beauty, their associations, the finest strawberry. Dr. Garcin, in whose joy they have given and always will give; honor it received the botanic name Gar- so that, if there was not another creature cinia, says that it is esteemed the most on earth to admire or praise, he would delicious of East Indian fruits, and a great just as much sit down among them as deal may be eaten without inconvenience. friends and companions ! It is the only fruit which sick people are He who does not appreciate floral beauty allowed to eat unsparingly. Dr. Solander, is to be pitied like any other man who is another eminent botanist, was seized, while born imperfect. But men who contempin Batavia, with a putrid fever, and was tuously reject flowers as effeminate and brought very low, and attributed his re nworthy of manhood, reveal their coarsecovery mainly to a free use of this most Were flowers fit to eat or drink, delicious fruit.

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they be gambled with like stocks and pub- cominune with flowers, we go to them if lic consciences, they would take them up we are sad or glad ; but a toad, a worm, just where finer minds would drop them, an insect, we repel as if real life was not who love them as revelations of God's half so real as imaginary life. sense of beauty; as addressed to the taste, But we are forgetting our subject. It and to something finer and deeper than is the Rhododendron Jasminiflorum, or taste—that power within us which spirit- Jessamine-flowered Rhododendron, which ualizes matter, and communes with God we give a correct representation of,-a through his work.

native of Mount Ophir, in the Straits of But flowers seem to smile; some have Molucca. It is a rather dwarfish shrub, a sad expression ; some are pensive and evergreen, the foliage very thick and diffident ; others again, plain, honest, and glossy. The flowers are tubular, of a upright, like the broad-faced sunflower and waxlike and dazzling whiteness. The the hollyhock. We speak of them as anthers, or tops of the stamina, are of a laughing, as gay and coquettish, as nodding beautiful scarlet, which, contrasted with and dancing. But no man of sensibility the pure white of its petals, give it a ever spoke of a flower as he would of a unique and most striking appearance. It fungus, a pebble, or a sponge. They are is very fragrant, and said to be of easy more lifelike than many animals. We cultivation.

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