C. 1% 1 READ &H. H. FRAZIER, EDITOR S . I rMTZ F IT . 7I . V7r7rr!i DT NOW= MITI! ply stars! that ope your eyes with morn to twinkle From rainbow galaxies of starth's creation, And dewdrops oil her lonely altars spri n kle .is a libation! Ye Irwin worshippers I who, bending lowly, ' Before the uprisen sun, God's lidless eye, Th row fiord your cbaliCes ilVaineet and holy , • Incense on high 3 Te bright Mors ies! the, with storied beauty, The dooriofliature's temple Maoists, What numerous emblems of instructive duty, Tour toms create! 'Neatti cloisterl boughs,each floral bell that swhigetk, And tolls, its perfume on the passing air, Makes Sabbath in the fields, and ever ringeth, , • A call to prayer! Not to the domes whose crumbling arch and column Attest the feebleness of mortal twartd, Bat to that Fane, most Catholic and Solemn . Which God bath planried. - To that Cathedral, boundless as our ironder, • Whose quenchless lamps,the sun and moon supply, lea choir, the winds and waves; its organ, thunder: Its dome,..the sky 1 There, as in solitude and shade I wander Through the green aisles,or stretched upon the sod, Aw'd by the silence, reverently ponder, The ways of God— Tour voiceless lips, 0 flowers are living preachers, Each cup a pulpit, every leaf a book, Supplying to my fancy numerous teachers, r ,• • From loueliegt nook. Floral Apoptles! that in dewy splendor, Nte e p without woe, and bhish without a crime ;" Oh! may I deeply learn and - ne'er surrender Your lore sublime I "Thou wert not, Solomon! in all thy glary, Array'd";ke lilies cry, "in robes like ours; How vain lair grandeur! .ah! how transitory Are human flowers!" In the sweet•scented pictures, Heavenly Artist! 'With which thou paiptest Nature's wide-spread hall, What a delightful lesson , thou impartest, Of love to all! Not uselegs are ye, flowers, though made for pleasure, Blooming o'er field and Wave by day mad night: From every source, your sanction bids me treasure, ' Harmless delight; ges what instructors hoary, Ephemeral si • ! For such It world of thought could furnish scope.! Each fading calyx a memento mot* Yet fount of Hope. posthumous glories! angellikecollection, Upraised from seed or bulbAntere'd is earth, Ye are to me a type of resurrection And second birth. Were I, 0 God! in churchless lands remaining, Far from all voice of teachers and divines, "ify soul would find in floweret of thy ordaining, Priesti, sermons, shrines! From- the Atlantic lion:My TURKEY TRACKS. Don't open your, eyes, Polder! You think I am going to, tell you about some of my Minnesota experiences ;_hair. I used to scamper over the prairies on my 'lndian pony, and lie m wait for wild turkeys on the edge of an oak opening. That is pretty sport, too, to. - creep under an oak with low-hanging boughs, and in the silence of a glowing au tumn-day linger by the hour together in a trance of warm stiilness, watching the light tracery of shadow and sun on that smooth sward, only now and then roused by the fleet rush of a deer trough the wood, or the brisk chatter of a plume-tailed squirrel, till one hears a distant, .sharo, clucking chuckle, and in an instant more pulls'the trigger, and qp sets a grand old cock, every bronzed feather . glittering in the sunshine, and now splashed with scarlet blood, the delicate underwing groped into dOwn as be rolls and flutters; for the first allot rarely kills at once with an amateur; there's too much excitement.— Splendid sport, that! but I'm not going into it second-hand. I promised to tell you a story, now the skipper's fast, and. the night is too warm to think of aleep down in that wretehmi bunk ; what another torture Dante might have lavished on his 'lnferno, if he'd ever slept in a fishing-smack ! No. The moonlight makes me sentimental ! Did I ever tell you about. a month I spent up in Centreville, the year I came home from Ger many T That was tarkey-hunting with a vengeance ! You see, my pretty cousin Peggy married Peter Smith, who owns paper-mills in Cen treville, and. , has exiled herself into deep country for 11&; a circumstance I disapprove, because I like Peggy, and manufacturers al ways bore me, though Peter is a clever fel low enough; but madam was an old flame of mine, and I have a lingering tenderness for ber yet. I wish she was nearer town. Just that year Peggy had been very ill indeed, and Kate, her sister, had gone up to nurse her. When I came home Peggy was getting better,and sent for me to come up and make a visitation there in June. I hadn't seen Kate forseven years,—not since she was thirteen ; oar education intervened. • She had gone through that grading process and come out. By Jupiter! when she met me at the door of Smith's pretty, English-looking cottage, I took my hat ofK she was so like that little Brazilian princess we used to see in the cor tege of the court it Paris. What was hir name,? Never Mind that! Kate had, ja;:t such large, expressive eyes, just such misses et sup !' . black !lair, just sueh a little nose,7- turned . up untie viably, but all' the more pi quant. Ana her teeth good gracious ! she smiled like a flash of lightnirig,—dark and sallow as she was. But she was cross, or stiff, or something, to me for a long time.— Peggy only appeared after, dinner, looking pale and lovely enough in her loose wrapper to make Peter .act excessively like — 7 - a young married man, and to make me wish myself at an invisible distance, doing some thing beside picking up Kite's things, that she always dropped on the floor whenever she sewed. Peggy saw / was bored, SO she requested me one day to walk down, to the poultry-yard and ask emit her chickens.; she pretended a great deal of anxiety, and Peter had Sprained his ankle. "Kate will go with you," said she. •` No, she won't!" ejaculated that young woman. u Thank yoti, said I, making .a minuet bow, and ,of I Went to the farm-house-- Bth% a pretty walk it was, too! through a thicket of birches, down a little bill-side into a hollow full of hoary r.hestuut-trees, *moss a bubbling, dancing brook, and you came • out upon the tiniest orchard in the world, a one -storied house with a red porch, end greit sweet-brier bush thereby; while up the hill-aide behind stretched a high pieket feuce, enclosinthege tem, past. of the IMMO brook khad_cmssed here dumped into a cord, _and a chicken-hose pr etentioni begin sTiti aspect, -L -one of those model institutions „... „. • .. . . . - • .. . . .. • ' - ,-•- • . 1.+ • ;. ---•,-, .. .........,.., . .. . . .. ...,...: t. • . : • - , . . .; . . . . . • • - • . . t . - . 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And a scene I did come upon, fit for Retzach to outline .;—the l —the cleanest kitchen, a dresser of white wood under one window, and the farmer's daughter, Melinda Tucker, moulding bread thereat in a ponde rous tray ; her deep red hair,--yes, it was red and comely ! of the deepest bay, full of gilded reflections, •and accompanied by the rose.flushed skin, blue eyes, and scarlet lips that belong to such hair,—which, as I began to say, was puckered into a thousand curves trying to curl, and knotted strictly agginst a pretty bead, while her calico frock sleeves were , pinned back to the shoulders, baring such a dimpled pair of arms,:---how they did fly up and. .down ii the tray ! I stood .still contemplating the pidture, and presently seeing her begin to strip the dough from her pink fingers and mould it into g mass, I ventured to knock. If you had seen her start and blush, Polder ! But when she saw me, she grew as cool as you please, and called her mother. Down came Mrs. Tuck._ er, s talking Yankee. You don't know what that is. Listen, then. " Well, good day, sir! l'xpect it's Mister Greene, Miss Smith's cousin. Well, you be! Don't favor her much though; she's kinder dark .complected. She ha'n't got round yet, hes she? Den , tell ! She's dre'ful delicate. I do'no' as ever I see a woman so sickly's she looks ter be since that 'ere fever. She's real spry when she's so's to be . crawlin,'— l'apeet too spry to be 'hulsome. Well, ho tells me you've hen 'crost the water. 'Ta'n't jest like this over there, I guess. Pretty sightly places they be though. a'n't they ? I've seen picturs, in Melindy's jography, looks as of Itwa'n't so woodsy over there as 'Lis in these parts,,'specially out West. He's got 'folks out to Indianny, an' we set out fur to go a-cousinin', five year back, an' we got out there inter the dre'fullest woodsy,region ever _ye see, where 'twa'n't trees, it was sketers; husband he couldn't see none out of his eyes for a hull day, and .1 thought I should cater pillar every time I heered one of 'em toot ; they sartinly was the beater-ee "The key, if you please!" I meekly inter posed. Mrs. Tucker was fast stunning me ! "Law yis! Melindy, you go git that 'ere key ; it's a-hangin' up 'side o' the lookin' glassin the back shed, under that bunch o' onions father strung up yister4ay. Got the bread sot to rise, hey yea well, git yer bun net an' go out to the coop with Mr. Greene, 'n' show him the turkeys an' the chickens, 'n', tell what dre'ful luck we hey hed. I never did. see ,such luck ! the crows they keep a-contin' an'snippin' up the little =tura jest. as soon's they're hatched; an' the old turkey hen 't sot under the grape-vine she got two hen's eggs under her, n' they come out lust, so she quit —" . Here I bolted out of the door, (a storm at sec did not deafen one like that!) Melindy following, in silence such as our blessed New England - poet has immortalized,—Silence that Indeeel did , not discover that Melindy could talk that day ; she was very silent, incommunicative. I inspected the fowls, and tried to look wise. but I perceived a strangled laugh twisting Melindy's face when I inno cently inquired if she found catnip of much benefit to the' little chickens; a natural ques tion enough, for e , the yard•was full of it, and I had seen Hannah give it to the baby.— (Hannah is my sister.) I could only see two little turkeys,--both on the floor of the sec ond-story - parlor in the chicken-house, both on. their backs and gasping. Melindy did not know what ailed them ; so I picked them up, slung them , in my pockethandkerchief, and took them home for Peggy to manipu tate. I beard Melindy chuckle as I walked off, swinging them ; and to -be sure, when I brought the creatures in to Peggy, one of them kicked and lay still, and the other gasped worse `than ever. " What can we do ?" asked Peggy, in the most plaintive ,voice, as the feeble " week ! week !' of the little turkey was gasped out, more feebly every time. "Give it some whiskey-punch!" growled Peter, whose strict temperance principles were shocked by the remedies prescribed for Peggy's ague "So I would," said Kate, demurely. Now if Peggy had one trait more striking than another, it was her perfect, simple faith in what people _said ; irony was a mystery to her; lying. a myth,—something on• a par with murder. She thought Kate meant so ; and reaching out for the pretty wieker-flask that contained her daily ration of old Scotch whiskey, she dropped a little drop into a spoon, diluted it with water, and was going to give it to the turkey in all seriousness, when Kate exclaimed,--.-. Peggy ! when will you learn common reuse! Who ever heard of giving whiskey to a turkey 4":" " Why, you told me to, Kate !" " Oh, give it to the'thing r growled Pe ter; "it will die, of course." " I shill give it !" said Peggy, resolutely ; " It does me good, and I will try." So I held the little creature . up, while Peggy carefully tipped the dose down its throat. Row it choked, kicked, and began again with " Week week I" when it meant strong l" but it revived. Peggy held it in the sun till it grew warm, gave , it a drop more,' fed it with bread crumbs from 'her own plate, and , laid it on the south window sill, There it lay when we went to tea ; when we came back, it lay on the Boor, dead ; either it was tipsy, or it had tried its new strength too soon, and, rolling off, had broken its neck I - Poor Peggy ! • There were six more hatched the same diy, though, sold I held many consultations with Melindy about 'their welfitre. Truth to tell, Kate continued s o cool to me,Peter's sprained ankle lasted so long, and Peggy could so well spare me from the little matrimonial tea s-ides that I interrupte4,(l believe they didn't mind Kate!) that I took wonderfully to the ehickammt..` lbe, Tucker gave me rye-bread and milk of the best; 'lather" , instructed me in the mysteries of cattle-driving ; and Melindy, and Joe, and I, used to go straw. butyl or Wier posies," almost every day. MaiWy was a very pretty girl s and It was very good fun to see her blue eyes *Vent mid be nod Ups- . Lagh over yil sky Euro. peen everisocsi, 11441) 'begot to beOf some importance at the 6 lni4louseisad to " Like a poultice comes,. To heal the blows of sound." t 'FrG2IEEDOn aIKI take airs upon myself, I supi - ; but I was not conscious of the fret at * time. . - • After a week or two, Melia . y end 1 begin to have bad luck with the turkeys: I found two drenched and shivering, after a hail-and thunder storm, and setting thim in a baaket on the cooking-stove hearth,l went to help Melindy "dress her bow-pot,t" as she called arranging a vase of flowers, and when 1 carne 1 , back the little turkeys we singed ; they died a few hours after .. T o more were trodden on by a great Shangh i rooster, who was so tall he could not see were he set his feet down • and of the remaining . pair , one disappeared mysteriously,suppto berats ; and one falling into the duck pond, Melindy began to. dry it in her apron, and 1 went to help her; I thought, as . l wa s rubbing the thing down with the apron, while she held it, that I found one of her soft 4impled hands, and I gave the luckless•tbrkili such a tender pressure that it uttered a miserable squeak and , departed this life. M‘lindy all but cried. I laughed irresistibly. ISo there were no more turkeys. Peggy bekan to wonder what they shOuld do ' for the roper Thanks giving dinner, and Peter turn restlessly on his sofa, quite convinced that verything was going to rack and ruin be use he had'a sprained ankle. . "Can't we buy, some y ung turkeys 1" timidly suggested 'Peggy. " Of course, if one kneW w o had them to sell," retorted Peter. • 1 . " I know," said I ; " Mrs. Amzi Peters, up . on the hill over Taunton, has 4 got some." "Who told you about M Peters's tur keys, CouSin Sam 1" said Peggy, wondering. " Melindy," said I quite irniocently. • Peter whistled, Peggy lau 'hed, Kati dart ed a keen glance at me under er long lashes. "I 'know the way there,". said mademoi. :wile, in a suspiciously bland I tone. " Can't you drive there with me, Cousin Sam, and get some more I" "I shall be charmed," said . Peter rang the bell and orlered the horse to be ready in the single-seated wagon, after ditiner. (was going rightdorn to the farm house to console MelindA and take tier a book she wanted to read, End no fine lady of all my New York acvainOmee enjoyed a Kood book more than she i(id ; but Cousin ate asked ma to wind some yarn for her, and was so brilliant, so amiable, so altogether charming, I quite forgot Mellndy till dinner time, and then, when that ins over, there was a basket to be found an we were off— turkey-bunting t -Down bill ; ides overhung with tasselled chestnut-boughi ; through pine woods where neither horse nor wagon kkvc,in truded any noise of of or wheel upon the odorous silence, as we fled over the sand, past green meadows, and ehi ping orchards; over little bright brooks tha chattered mu sically-to ills bobolinks on the fence posts, and were echoed by those - sacerdotal gentle.. men in such liquid, bubbling, rollicking,up roarious burstsif sine as made one githink of Anacrec,n's grasshopper " Drunk with morning's de y wine." All these WA passed, and at length drew up before Mrs. Peters's house, I had been here before, on a strawberrying a t roll with Melia d v,—(across lots it was not far,)—and having tf been asked in then, and ained the lady with a recital of some,en 1 t fore pa exploit, gar nished for the occasion, of urse she recog nized me with clamorous h pitality. " Why bow do yew do,. inter Greene ? I declare I ha'n't done.a-thin in' of that 'ere story you told us the day yo was here, 'long o' Melindy." (Kate gave tin ominous little cough.) "I was melba" huiband yesterday 't I never see such a master 1 band for stories you- be. Well, yis, we hey got turkeys, young 'uts ; but my stars ' I don't know no more where they be than nothin' ; they're strayed away in the woods, I guess, and I do'no' as the boys can skeer inn up; besides, the boys is to school h'ni—yis!' Where did you and Melindy go that dai arter berries !" "Up in the pine-lot, ma'run. You think you can't let us have the turkeys?" • '" Dew tell ef you wentlup there ! It's near about the sightliest place I ever hoe I Well, no,—l don't see ho to ketch them rn turkey's. Miss Beont, sh ''t lives over on Woodshuek Hill, she's got lot o' little tur keys in a coop ; I guess you d better go 'long. over there, an' ef you can't et none o' her'n, by that time our boys'll b to hum, an' I'll set 'em arter our'n ; they'llibuatle right to; it's good sport hUntin' HUFF turkeys; an' I pleas you'll hey to stop, comin' home, so's to let me know ef you'll hev 'em." Off we drove. I stood in mortal fear of Mrs. Peter's tongue,—and Kate's comments; . but she did not. make an y '; she was even morecharming than befe Presently we, came to the pine -lot, whe Melindy and L had been, and I drew the reins. I wanted to see Kate's enjoyment of a scene that Kensett or-Church should have male immortal long ago :—a wide stretch of bill and valley, quiv ering, with corn fi elds, rolled sway in pasture land's, thick with sturdy woods, or dotted over with old apple-trees, whose dense leaves caught the slant 'sunshine,. owing on their tops, and deepening to a da rk, velvety green_ helow ; and far, far away, on the broad blue sky,"the lurid splendors ofa thunder-cloud, capped with pearly sum mits, tower upon tower, sharply defined against the pure ether, ' while in its purple . base forked lightnings sped to and fro, and reveal depths of wait ing tempest that could yet descend-- Kate looked on, and over e superb picture. "How mbgnifieent !" w all she said, in a deep, low tone, her dark eek Hushing.brith the words. Melindy and bad looked off there together. " It's rod good land to firm," bad been the sweet little rustic's corn 'men/ How charming ar nature and sim plicity!- Presently we cants to Mrs. Bemont's, a brown house in a cluster i of maples ; " the door-yard full of c.hiciterui, turkeys, duck; and geese. Kate took the reins, and . I knocked. Mrs.*Bemont If 'apt/eared, wiping her red puckered hinds or. a long brown towel. Can you let Me have so turkeys, ma'am I" said I, " Well; I do'no' ;—wand 'ern r "Both, I believe," was "I do'no' 'bout lett& no Bret good to sell 'em is over; they git their much now, as they'll be bylm"by." "J,soppooo go ; but MA.. Smith's turkeys have all died, *ridge lik4s to ralee.theni.li " Dew toll, ef you Pater eolith's! MONTR e of your young sinuatingly, to eat em - or raise y meek answer.- 'em go • 'ts'o't aft,er all tie reeks wa brio' pretty eat twice as much emi-hom Rim id ougbter do 2ommiroa aciadmaT aLawEnv amp V7ROIRKGa" SE, THURSDAY, DECEMIZR, 10, 1857. Bret. things with that 'ere mestin' ?us' o'•her'n for the thickens; It's kinder genteel-lookin', and I spore they've got MINIM; they've got ability. Gentility without ability I do des. pise ; but where Meet so, 't'ain't no mat ter; but lisped it don't ensure the &owls none, does it r "I rather think pea," said I, laughing ; " that is the T 141.300 we ant some of yours." " Well, I should thin it you could hey some on 'em. What be pia citelatia". to give!" " Whatever you say. I do nbt know at all the market price. "Good land t Va'n't never no use to try to dicker with city Mks • they a'n't rise to't. rxpect you can hey 'em or two York shillin' apiece." • "But how will yon latch them ?" "06, ril ketch'em=l" Sheiwent into the and reappeared presently with a pan et Indian meal and wa ter, called the chickens, and in a moment they were all crowding in And over the un expected supper. Now you jes' take a bit o' string an' tie that 'ere turkey'. legs together; %won't stir, I'll ensure it!" Strange to say, the innocent creature stood still and eat, while I ( tied it up ;, all uncon scious till it tumbled neck and heels into the pan, producing a start and scatter of brief duration. Kate bad left the wagon, and was shaking with laughter Weer this extraordinary goodness on the turkeYs' part, and before long pur - hasket was- MI of struggling, kick ing, squeaking things, wtiterry promiscuous," in Mr. Weller's phrase. Mrs. &moot was paid, and while she '•was giving me the change,— "Oh!" said Jim' 're wain' right to - Miss Tucker's, a'n't,yet--got to drop the turkeys ; --won't -you !tell • 31hiss Tucker 't George is mime' home tomorrer, an' he's ben to Californy. Sheltnow?d us allers, and Melindy 'a' George used ter be "dre'fut thick 'fore he went off, a grid spell ,back, when they was nigh about calldern ; so I guess you'd better tell 'ern."' "Confound thane turkeys!" muttered 'l, as 1 jumped aver the-bialtet. " Whyl? saidKate'; "1 inspect they are confounded enough 'aferidy !" •• • "They make suctfa-toise, Kate !" . 11 So they did; " sleek ! week'! week !" all the way, like a coloey from some spring witted pool . The drive was haven,* than before. The road crept and curled down the bill, now covered from side .to aide with the interlacing boughs of grand old chestnuts ; now -barri ered on the edge of a ravine with broken fregments and boulder of granite, garlanded by heavy vines • now --likirting orchards full arenas.; - *retie tratt--atat companiedik a tiny brookiieiled deeply hi alder and hazel thickets, and making in its shadow channel perpetual muffled music, like a c I singing in the twilight to reassure its fearful . heart. Kate's face was softened and full of rich expression ; her pink ribbons threw a delicate tinge of bloom upon her rounded cheek and pensive eyelid ; the air was pure balm, and a cool breath from the receding showers of the distant thunder-storm just freshened the odors of wood and-field. I be gan to feel suspiciously that sentimental, but through it all came persevering "week ! week! week !" from the basket at my feet. Did I make a fine remark on the beauties of !nature, " Week !" echoed the turkeys. Did Kate praise some tint or shape by the way, " Week ! week !" was the feeble response:— Did we get deep in poetry, romance, or met aphysies,-through the most brilliant quotation, the sublimest climax, the most acute distinc iion, came in " Week! week ! week !' I be gan to feel as if the-old story of transmigra tion were true, and the souls of half a dozen quaint and ancient satirists bad got into We turkeys. I could not endure it ! Was I-to be squeaked out of all my wisdom. and knowledge, and device, after this fashion ? .Never! I began, too, to discover a dawning smile upon Kate's face; she turned her head away, and I placed the turkey-basket on my knees, hoping a change of position might quiet its contents. Never was man more at fault ! they ws i re no way stilled by magnetism; on the contrary, they threw their sarcastic utter ance! into my teeth; as it were, and shamed me to my very face. I forgot entirely to go round by Mrs. Peters's. I wok a cross road directly homeward; a pause—a lull— took place among the turkeys. " How sweet and mystical this hour is !" said 1 to Kate, in a high-flown manner ; " it is indeed . • •An hour when lips delay to speak, ' Oppressed with silence deep and pare ; When passion pauses—J" • " Week ! week ! week !". chimed in those I confounded turkeys. Kate burst into a help less fitoflaughter. What, could Ido 4 . 1 had to laugh myself, since I must not choke the turkeys. " Excuse me, Cousin Sam," said Kate, in a laughter-wearied( tone, " I could not help it ; turkeys and sentimentality do not agree— always!" adding the last word maliciously, as I sprang out to open the farm-house gate, and . disclosed . Melindy, framed in the buttery window, skiMming milk; a picture worthy of Wilkie. I delivered over my captives to Joe, and stalked into the kitchen to give Mrs. Bemones message.- Melindy came out; but as wen as I began to tell her mother vihere I got that message, Miss Melindy, with the sang /mid of a duchess, turned back to her skimming,—or appeared to. I gained noth ing by that move. - . Peggy and Peter received us. benignly ; so universal a solvent is success, even in tur key-bunting ! I meant to have gone down to`- the farm-house . after tea, and inquired about the safety of my pins, bOt Kate want ed to play chess. Peter couldn't, and Peggy wouldn't; I had to, of course, and we played late. Kate had such pretty hands ; long taper fingers, rounded to the tiniest rosy points; no dimples, but full muscles, firm and exquisitely moulded ; and the dainty way in winch she handled her men was half the game to me ;—I lost it ; I played wretch edly. The next day Kate went with me to see the turkeys; so she did the day after.— We were forgetting' Monody, lam afraid, for it watt a week before I remembered .I had promised her sneer Magazine. 1 recollected myself; then, with a sort of shame. rolled up the number, and went off- to the farm house: It menu Kate was there, busy in the fprret, unpacking a" bureau that. had bees stored there, with sense of Peggyis for. sign purehaisa, for summer, wear, in tba drawers. -I did not know that, t found "Their song Idea be compared To the amkirg of frogs in a pond!" IMMIZI E!IMIMM=MSE=I2 CM esst.cakes to dryat a tea a, Y just by the north end at the house; a bOp:iine in full bloasom made a aortof oorch roof over the window by' which she_sutiod. , "l i ve brought your book, Melody," said I. "Thank you, sir," returned she, crisply. " How pretty you look today 1" -conde scendingly remarked I. " I don't thank you for that, sir ;—. " • Praise to the foe, is open disrace " was all the response. “Why Melindy ! what makes you so crosi Inquired 1, in a too.' meant to be tenderly reproadtful,---in the - mean time at tempting to possess myself of her hand ;- for, to bebonest, Polder, I had been-a little sweet to the girl before Kate-drove her out of my bead. The band was' watched away. - I tried indifference. "how are the turkeys to-day, Melindy t" Here Joe, an enfant terrak, came upon the scene suddenly. - "Them turkeys eats a lot, Mister Greene. Melindy says theres one on 'em. struts jes' like you, 'n' makes as much gabble. " Gobble ! gobblel grayble! echoed an old turkey from somewhere ;,l thought it was overhead, but I saw nothing. tielindy threw her apron , over her Lice and laughed till her arms grew red. I picked up my hat and walked off For three days I kept out of that part of the Smith demesne, I assure you! Kati began to grow mocking and de risive; she teased me from morning tilt night, and the more she teased me, the more I adored her. I was getting desperate, when' one Sunday night Kate asked me .to walk down to the farm-house with her after tea, as Mrs. Tucker was sick, and she had something to take to her. We found the old woman sitting up in the kitchen, and as full of talk as ever, though an unluckyrlaeuriaatism kept her,oth l erwise _quiet. • " How do the turkeys come on, Mrs. Tucker?" said I, by way of conversation. " Well, I declare, you him% heerd about them turkeys, hey ye ? You see they was doin' fine, and father he went off' to salt fur a spell;so's to see'f %wouldn't stop a com plaint he's get„ —I do'no' but it's a spine in the back,—makes him kinder' taint by spells, so's he loses his conscientiousness an .to once; so he left the chickens 'n' things for Melindy to boss, 'n' she, got somethire else into her bead, 'a' she left the door open one night, and thorn ten turkeys they up and run away, Pxpect they -took to the woods, 'tore Melindy brought to mind - bow 't she hadn't shut tbe door. She's sot out fur to hunt 'em. I shouldn't wonder'f she was out now, seein' it's aster sundown." "She a'n't nether 1" roared the terrible Joe; from behind the door, where he had re treated at my coming. " She's settin' on a • urbarret-ligsnr-byh-Shi-ssltilsslaimiri t Bemont's *leggin' on her." Good gracious! what a slap Mrs. Tucker fetched that unluckychild, with a long.brown towel that hung 'at hand ! and he howled ! while Kate exploded with laughter, in spite of her stru gg les to keep quiet. " He is the dre'fullest boy !" whined Mrs. Tucker. "Melindy tells how he sassed you 'tother day, Mr. Greene. I shall hey to tewtor that boy ; he's got to hey the rod,'l guess 1" I bade Mrs, Tucker good night, fur Kate was already out of the door, and, before I knew what she was about, h ad taken a by path in sight of the well ; and there, to be sure, sat Melindy, on a prostrate flour-bar rel that was rolled to the foot of a big apple. tree, twirling her fingers in pretty embar rassment, and held on her insecure perch by the stout arm of George Bement, a hand some brown fellow, evidently very well con tent just now. • ' " Pretty,—isn't it 1" said- Kate. , "Very,—quite pastoral," sniffed ,I. - We were sitting round the open door an hour after, listening to a whippoorwill, and watching the slow moon rise over a hilly , range just east of Centreville, when that elvi little week ! week !" piped out, of thew that lay behind the house. -' That is hopeful,' said Kate • A think Melindy and George must have ;mated the turkeys to their haunt, and scared them homeward. George—who:l' said Peggy. `George Bemont ; it seems he is—what is your Connecticut phrase ?--sparkin' Mo nody.' ' I'm very glad ; he is atlever fellow,' said Peter. ' And she is such a very pretty girl,' con- tinued Peggy,--‘ so intelligent and graceful ; don't you think so, Sam Aw, yes, well enough for a rustic,' said 1, languidly. '1 never-could endure red hair,- though !' Kate stopped on the door-sill; she had risen to go up stairs. Gobble!- gobble! gobble!' mocked sbe. had heard that once before! Peter and Peggy roared ;-they knew it all ,—I was sold ! " Cure me of Kate Stevens?' Of course it did. I never Raw her again without want ing to fight shy, I was so sure of an allusion to turkeys. No, 1 took the first down train. There are more pretty girls in New York, twice over, than there are in Centreville, 1 console myse lf; but, by George! Polder, Kate Stevens was charming!--Look out there! don't meddle with the skipper's coils of rope! can't you sleep on.deek without a pillow?. . - Nr The Sunday Atka tells a' good sto ry of a one-legged political orator, named Jones, who was pretty successful in banter ing an Irishman, when the latter asked him, " bow the devil he had come to lose his leg." " Well," said Jones, " ou examining my ped igree, and looking, up my descent, I found there was some Irish blood in me, and be coming convinced that it had settled in that lett leg, I had it cut off at once." -" Be the gods said Pat, "it ud ev been a ..downed good thing ofit bad only. settled in your !wad." "A SMALL 111210 OUT TOR A.LiROE . WARR." —This is the expressive phrase which the Yankee editors employ to denote those sort of fitiluree in which " the vigor of the war doesn't quite Come up to the lofty and sound ing manifesto." . pir The 6dlowing sentiment was given at a recent railroad ketivel held in Cleveland. Ohio : . " Oak 411oU ers-4be Duly Csititful wbo never misplaced a mink.'' =I ammo I H. H. FRAZiER, PUBLISHER-V9L.8.*0. 443 The Scoffer Ililama VT M. C. It...VCSOCOS, OV LONDON. Let me tell you • story, 1 have told it before; but: it is a striking one, and sets out in a true light bow easily men will be ' bro't, in times of danger, to believe- ins God, and God of justice, too, though they have de nied him befi -- , In the backwoods of eanaoa theie resided it good 'mirlster, who, one evening, went mit tomeditate, as Israel did in the fields. He soon found himself on the borders of ainstst, which he entered, and walked along.a track which had been trodden before him, musing, Musing still, until at last the shadows of twi light gathered around him, and be began to think' bow hnribOuld sperQ night in the for est. He trembled at the idea of remaining there, with the. poor shelter of a tree into which he would be compelled to climb. On a sudden, be saw a light in the Mimic* among the treae, and imagining that it might be from the window of some cottrige - where be could find a hospitable retreat, be hastened to it, and, to his surprise, saw a space cleared, and trees laid down to make a-platform, and upon it a speaker addreitsing a -multitude. Ile thought to himself, " I have stumbled on a company who in this dank forest have as sembled to worship God, and some minister is preaching to them at this late hiior= in the evening concerning the kingdom of God _and his righteousness ; but to his suiprise• and horror, when' be came nearer, be found a young man declaiming. against God, daring the Almighty to do his work - upon him, speaking terrible things in wrath against the Most High, raid venturing most bold and aw ful assertions concerning his own dishClief in a future state. It was altogether .a singu lar scene: it' was lighted up by pine knots, which cast a glare here and there, while the ' thick darkness in other ,places still reigned. The, people were intent on listening to the orator; and when be sat down, thunders of applause were given to him, each one seem ing to emulate the other in his praise.; .Thought the minister, "I must het let this . pass ; I must rise and speak; the honor of my God and his cause demands it." "He feared to speak, for he'knew not what to say, having come there suddenly t but he would bitveltentured had not something else occur red. A man of middle age, hale and strong, rose, and leaning on his staff said, " - friends, I have a word to speak to you to night. lam not bound to : refute any cf the arguments of the orator ;it shall say nothing concerning what I believe to be' the blasphe mies he as uttered ; but I. 'shall simply relate to you a fact, and after I have done brat ,you shall draw your own concluCioni. Yesterday I walked by the side of yonder river; I:saw on its flood a' young man _in a boat. The ,boat:zwersansivanalegoinglitst down the rapid ; he could not use the oars, aud I saw be was not, capable of bringing the boat to the shore ; -.I saw that young man .wrirg his bands in agony; by and by he gave up the attempt to save his life, kneeled down, and cried with de.perate eardestness, " 0 God, save my soul I' :1 heard him Confess' that he had been a blasphemer • I heard him vow that, if his life was spar ed, he never would be.such again ; 1 heard him implore the merey of HeaVen. for Jesus Christ's sake, and earnestly plead that he might be washed in his blond. These arms saved that young man from the flUod ; I plunged in, brought the boat to the shore, and saved his life.— That same young man has just now address : . ed you and cursed his maker.' What 83y you to this, sirs ?" The speaker. sat down: You may guess what a shudder'ran Through the 'young man ' himself, and how the audience in one mo ment, 'changed their notes; and saw that fier all, while it was a fine thing to brag rid bravado against Almighty God on dry land, and when danger was di4. , tit,, it was not quite so grand to think ill of him when near the verge of the grave. We believe there is enough conscience in every man' to cnnvinee hiri that God must punish him for his sin, and that in every heart the words of Scripture will , find an echo. "If he turn not, he will Whet his sword." DAVID ' S STLLOGISICTIIOMSS Fuller, in his "Scripture Observations," says Lord, I find David making a syllogism,- in mood and figure: two propositions , be- per fected. " IF I r eg ard iniquity inlny heart, the Lorcl will not bear me. . "But verily GOd bath beard me; He bath attended to the voice of my prayer." Now I expected that David, would have concluded thus :-- Therefore, I regard not wickedness in my heart."- But far dilTerent be concludes " Blessed be God, who bath not turned away my prayer •nor his mercy from the." ath deceived, but not .wrong: ed me. • I•looked that he should have clasped the crown on Ina - own, and he puts it on God's head. I will learn this excellent logic; for I like David's better than 'Aristotle's syllo gisms, tbat whatever the premiseabe, I make God's glory the conclusion. NAPOLZON THE GIRILATeL—In Ralph Waldo Emerson's essay upon this great man, we read, in substance thus: "He was , a thief. He' did mean things. He was rude in the extreme. He pinched ladies' cheeks. He listened to others' secrets. He peeked throiigh keyholes." Yes, and to this list or mean acts the great essayist might have added, that Napoleon once run his toll at the bridge of Lodi. • Mr A jour printer, not long ago; being "flung" by his sweetheart, went to the office to commit,sukade with the" shooting stick;" but the thing wouldn't go off. The." devil,* wishing to pacify him, told him to peep into the sanctum, where the editor Was writing dune to delinquent subscribers. lie did so, ana,the effect was magical. He says that picture of despair reconciled him to tic fate, f• „.. wh.y is a Printer ike a hen 'I Be. cause be sets awhile katche out his newspa per. and then lays his ; type In his ease. The fellow who perpetra the above, is a bad egg. • , ardores has discovered the respective natures of a distinctice and diffeenoe. : He says tint "a little difference" frequently mikes twiny enemies, while *a littldho., time attraotelost of friends.oto the. one on whom it is conferred. =EI I Eli!:= " The itedbreast. =I Thong!, the readiniast is genendlyitha ir; . ed for nis song, - he is still more admhed*-. his attachment to, and ecifidelieec hs,ltiiii. kind.- In all "oeitotrieei be ke - estreter=d . .. . has yhatmay be waled spanSMila.. . ' * Ratil V habitants of Bornholm WI sidnx , _ den, the Norwegians, 'Pezei; — "' • _.'lltii Gerniana; Thomas Oierdet, and: le_ ' he is known as Robin ' Ra. betiiiititiei by - still more filmiliartiptiellatiott of itiolol4 on describes, with his usual eleganak Os* winter manners of this bird. - 1 ‘;11 et*, - 1141 , son," says he," they visit our dwelliniKind seek the warmest and Meet sheitiredistetbk dons ,• and if any one happens atillli -- ue in the woods, it becomes-, the - roesppikatt of the faggot maker, Cherishes :hear, need= fire, pecks at his bread, and'. fitAtirliC* l whole day round him, chirping ite . - iiillideli pip. But when the cold grows m , and thick snow covers , . the ginned, -4 11 h,.., preaches our houses; and tape at the Cede** ' with its bill, as if to entreat an sayiumoddch_ iseheerfully granted; and it .repepooo44.? vor by the most amiable , familiarity t tedn. ing the crumbs from the tableoliatmgubsit . ing affectionately the people of the laibseetel assuming nwarble, - not indeed so riCifiettlitt in the spring, butinore delicatek''''Thilit4* twins through all the rigors, of the seasok-t0 hail each day the kindness of its host, end the sweetness of its retreat:" The biller** . , (robin is slender and delicate; its eyes large, dark, and expressive, and its aspixit mild ; ita head and all the upper pert& °fit* body are brown, tinged with a greemsfi olive; the neck and breast are of `a•-fine disiPi'led dish orange ; a spot of the same eolormatlus its forehead; its belly is whitiskand .the legs and feet of a - dusky black. it . is iiiiii*i inches in length from the tip of the -1411 le the end of the tail ; the forther being About - half an inch, and.the latter two inchilit:and -4 ' ' half. This bird, in 'England, has the ,swesteet. song of all the feathered tribo .thermtee, other birds are, indeed, louder, insil.theli:in ilections afore capricious, but the redbreollell voice is soft, tender, and .well : .supported :; and the more to be valued, as: we :enle,irjt; the greatest part of the winter. • During the spring,.the robin lutuntethe wood, the grove, and thegW 4iti i and iitirei to the 'thickest and shadiest he dge- to breed in, where its nest Is usuallyprise e d. among the roots of trees, in' mime animated spot near the ground: In winter it cuileattori to apport itself, by chirping round the warm habitations of mankind, and by Coming 1140 those shditers where the rigor of the sawn is artificially expelled, and where insects ate found in the greatest numbers, attracted :by the same cause. The female lays. frost MAD to seven eggs, of a dultwhite itelervdtroltle fled with reddish streaks. =insects andivoeitiii are the principal food of the redbreast. The latter- it very - dexterovaly ,renders .fit to be eaten, by taking hold of the extremity ofei3ei in its beak, and beating it against theground till the inside comes away, and ,then repo& ing the operation with the ether end, tl. the outer part is entirely cleansed. Baltimore Oriole. From the Singularity of the nest of ; this species, from its brilliant, color, sand its pr.,: ferring the apple trees, weeping willow!, walnut; and tulip trees to build on, it is gen.: .endly known; and is as usual honored with a variety ; of names, such `as bang-ttest, - bang. ing-bird;'.golden robirt, fire-bird, isc., -but more generally the Bahimore bird. Few of the American orioles equal this in the con struction of their nests ; he gives them, in a superior, degree, warmth,- convenience, and security::: generally fixes .on - .the high bending extremities of the brinches,fitatening strong strings' - of hemp or flax round two forked twigs; with the - ,same 'materials he' fabricates a strong, firm kind of elotb,not un like the substanCe of a bat in its raystata, forms it into a pouch six or eight inches in depth, lining it substantially with soft sub stances well interwoven with the outward -netting, and lastly finishes- with a layer of - horse hair; the whole being shaded front tigi sun and rain by- a natural penthouse ; argot opy of leaves. _ - • The birds of this spades have all a com mon form of building, but they do not build in exactly the same manner. Great - ence will be found in the style, neatness; md finishing of the pest. Some are Co super** workmen to others. So solicitous is the-Bal. timore to:procure proper materials for his nest, that the women in the country must narro*ly watch the thread that may be bleach ing ; and the farmer must secure his yowls grafts, as this bird will carry off ther fortni*, -- and the strings' that tie the latter, to &erre his purposes in building. - - - The principal food .of the Baltimore eau* sists of beetles, caterpillars, and bugs,partio ularly one of a brilliant, glossy green. Iris song is a dear mellow whistle, repeated' at short intervals; ashe gleans arming this! branches. ' There is in it a certain itild'play fulness and naivete extremely interesting. It , is not uttered with the rapidity' of our emi t neat songsters, but with the t o leasing-tranz quilifty of a careless plongh Whistilng merely for his own amusement. When alarm ed by an apprOach to his nest, he makes a kind of rapid chirruping very'different front usual note. Be inhabits North America, from Canada to Idexico, and is found Li - fiir south as Brazil. 3 tit ib seven inches long . ; thin head, throat,•Aiptier "part of than beck and wings are black; lower eart of the be** whole under parts are bright orange, deepen.. ing vormilio4 .on • the bra;thti hash is Oso divided by a band'otorange;the tell is black and orange: - The plumage of theft. male is lighter and-duller than that of the mate. These birds are several years WPM - piecing their pluinage. _ . - Ammo Too Ildocithai—A young couple were 'sitting together in a, talmudic spot, whsn the", following dialogue took places - 7 ' My dear If the sacrifice of my PAA,,wastil please thee,. moat gladly would I larkidaym at thy feet." - " • "Oh, sir. "OA are itic• kind; reminds ine that I wieb you wricht Ittads* wharco." "- • " Can't shiuk of aids a thiec-;, , leeitAlaldh: to which Lam wedded." , _ - 0 Viliry welly "sir, this is te el.o-:lctie down you r rare *A. ins - and es you at4e reedy'' wedded"' to tol l icak . - Pli - tete': ' care dot y_on sraherer wedded tclue, i: selk would*l Ngsmy." ,„, _ ,, , ~, , r^f ..,. Einial .• , ..:fr'•-- - :',-, .: ..'.:::.,:!,,,-'-:-,,.. • • 4 OE '< ;piµ°:T:-:~ 'a'• .:r ~. ~'R'~~
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