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B. *» fMWIIOM. ~«ibe gained, if speakers would observe iof the past; the young manlook»up,and the miller’s creed ■■■ always tq shut the gate ! thinks of the future; the child looks every when the grist is out. where, and thinks of nothing. fINDEPENDENT IN EVEBTTHING.] Miss Martineau contributes to the last number of Macmillan's Magazine some re minisences oLher conversations when in America, in «135, with chief Justice Mar shall and Mr. Madison, then the surviving representatives of the old ideas of Vir ginia. She says: “When I knew the Chief Justice he was eigthy-three—as bright-eyed and warm hearted as ever, while as digriilied a judge as ever filled the highest seat in the high est court of any country. He said he had seen Virginia die leading state for half his life ; he had seen her become .the second, and sink to be (I think) the fifth. Worse than this, there was no arresting her de cline if her citizens did not put an end to slavery; and he saw no signs of any in tention to do so, east of at least. He had seen whole groups of es tates, populous in his time, lapse into waste. He had seen agriculture exchanged for stock breeding, and he keenly felt the degradation. The forest was returning over the fine old estates, and the wild creatures which had not been seen for gen erations were reappearing; numbers and wealth were declining, and education and manners were degenerating; it would not have surprised him to be told that on that soil would , the main battles be fought when the critical day would come which he fore saw. ' To Mr. Madison despair was not easy. He had a cheerful and sanguine temper, and if there was one thing rather than another winch he had learned to consider secure, it was the Constitution which he had so large a share in making. Yet he told me that he was nearly in despair, and had been quite so till the Colonization So ciety arose. Rather than admit to him self that the South must be laid waste by a servile war, or the whole country by a civil war, he strove to believe that mil lions of negroes could be carried to Africa and so got rid of. I need not speak of the weakness of such a hope. What concerns us now is that he saw and described to me, when I was his guest, the dangers and horrors of the state of society in which he was living. He talked more of slavery than of aS other subjects together, return ing to it morning, , noon and night. He said that the clergy perverted the Bible, because it was altogether against slavery;; that the colored population was increasing faster than the white ; and that the state of morals were such as barely permitted society to exist. Of the issue of the con flict, whenever it should occur, there could, he said, be no doubt. A society burdened with the slave systeij could make no per manent resistance to an unencumbered en emy ; and he was astounded at the fanati cism which blinded some Southern men to so clear a certainty.’ 1 Such was Mr. Madison’s opinion in 1835. “It’s veev Haed.” —“lt’s very hard to have nothing to eat but porridge, when others have every sort of dainty,” mut tered Charlie, as he sat with his wooden bowl before him.’’ “ It’s very hal'd to get up so early on these bitter cold mornings, and work, hard all day, when others can enjoy themselves without an hour of labor.” JUUET MAETIHEAITS EEMIHI SEHCEB OF VIBGIHIAHS. “ It’s very hard to have to trudge along through the snow, while others roll about in their coaches.” “ Jt’s a great blessing,” said his grand mother, as she sat at her knitting, “ it’s a great blessing to have a roof over one’s head when so many are homdess; it’s a great blessing to have sight and hearing, and strength for daily labor, when so many are blind, deaf, or suffering.” “ Why, grandmother,” you seem to think that nothing is hard,” said the boy, still in a grumbling tone. “No, Charlie, there is one thing that 1 think very hard.” “What’s that?” cried Charlie, who thought that at last his grandmother had found soihe cause for complaint “ Why, boy, I think, that heart is very hard that is not thankful ior so many bless ings.” Riches of the Bible.—Book of books is the Bible. It is a book of laws, to show the right and wrong; it is a book of wis dom, that makes the foolish wise ; it is a book of truth which detects all human errors; it is a book of life which shows how to live. It is the most authentic and entertaining history ever published; it i contains the most remote antiquities, the most remarkable events, wonderful occur rences ;it is a complete code of laws; it is a perfect body of divinity; it is an un equaled narrative. It is a book of blog ) raphy; it is a book of voyages; it |s a • book of travels; it is the best covenant | ever signed; it is the school boy’s best in ■ structor; it is the ignorant man’s diction ' ary, and every man’s directory; it prom i ises an eternal reward to tire faithful and believing. L A CASE OF PETTICOAT ESCOOBI- TI6E. Quilp, of the Boston Pott, tells a good story of legislative fun in Vermont, nearly forty years ago, during the session when the famous Robert B. Bates (long since deceased) was speaker of the House.— Bates was, perhaps, the ablest jury lawyer in the Green Mountain State, a man of ele gant manners, and notorious for “gallant ry,” as the word was understood in Eng land in the reign of Charles 11., and in France at all times since the invention of Gallic morals. It happened daring the session that a member introduced a bill proposing some advancement or'; other to “ Women’s Bights,” in response to a peti tion numerously signed by the fair sex one of the sisters being there to lobby for the interests of the sisterhood. Bates, who saw a capital chance for a bit of fun, came down from the Speaker’s chair and pitched into the petition with such comic force that the house roared with laughter. The “Queen of the Amazons” was naturally angry, and the next morning sent to the Speaker’s chair a package, by the hand of an unsuspecting page, which was presently, opened, disclosing to the view of the tit tering spectators a red flannel petticoat! It was a trying moment for Bates, and only a man of great self-possession and a fair share of wit could have escaped signal discomfiture. Raising the garment aloft in his right hand, and smiling complacent ly, the Speaker spoke:—“Gentlemen, I have received many flattering attentions from the fair sex, but never before so pleasing a compliment as this., It is in deed a beautiful gift. And what enhances the delicacy of the donation, the name ojf the fair donor is concealed. Ah! the dar ling, she knew that I would recognize the petticoat!” It is unnecessary to say thp terrible laugh was diverted to-the Ibbby now, which had well nigh fallen on the bead of the blushing speaker. “ fix Keep ’Em Awakb.” —Near New ark, N. J., lived a very pious family, whp had taken an orphan boy to raise, who, by the way, was rather underwitted. He had imbibed very strict views on religious matters, however, and onc^; asked his adopted mother it she didn’t think it wrong for the old farmers to come to church, and fall asleep, paying no better regard to the service. She replied she did. Accord ingly before going to church the next Sunday be filled his pockets with apples. One bald-headed old man, who invariably went to sleep during the sermon, particu larly attracted his attention. Seeing him at last nodding and giving nasal evidence of being in the “land of dreams,” he hauled off and took the astounded sleeper on the top of his bald pate. The minister and aroused congregation at once turned around and gazed indignantly at the boy, who merely said to the preacher, as he took an other apple in his hand with a sober, hon est expression of countenance: “You preach, I’ll keep ’em awake!” The Simple Secret.—Twenty clerks in a store. Twenty young men in a vil lage. All want to get along in the world, and all expect to do so. One pf the clerks will rise to be a partner, and make a for tune. One of. the compositors will own a newspaper, and become an influential and prosperous citizen. One of the apprentices will come to be a master-builder. One of the villagers will get a farm and live like a patriarch. But which is destined to be the lucky individual ? Lucky! There is no luck about it. The thing is almost as certain as the Buie of Three. The young fellow who will distance his competitors is he who masters his business, who preserves his integrity, who lives clearly and purely, who never gets in debt, who gains friends by deserving them, and puts his money into a saving-bank. There are some ways to fortune that look shorter than this o}d dusty highway. Bitthe stajmwh men of the community, the men who achieve some thing really worth having—good fortune, good name and a serene old age—all go this road- •9*“Dad” said a hopeful sprig, “how many fowls are there on thai table ?” “ Why, said the old gentleman, as he looked complacently upon a pair of finely roasted chickens that were smoking on the dinner-table; “ why my son, there are two.” “Two!” replied young smartness, “ there are three, sir, and I’ll prove it” “Three?” replied the p}d gentleman, who was a plain matter-of-fact man, and understood things as he saw. them. “I’d like to have you prove that” “Easily done, sir, easily done! Ain’t that one,” laying his knife upon the first 1 “Yes that’s certain,” said his dad. “And ain’t that two?” pointing to the i second, “and don’t one and two added to i getber make three?” ; “ Really,” said the father, turning to the old lady, who was Qsteiung in aston ishment to the immense learning of lui son, “ really, wife this boy is a genius an< , deserves to be encouraged! for it J|«« old Wy, dp you tpkq me Cowl, and I? 1. tako the second, and John may have the 1 tiiird ifor his learning.” EDITORS AND THE RTVERi*P*BATH. A correspondent 1 the San Francisco Bulletin gives the fallowing curious state* meats in a letter ftam the region ofHum bolt river: We have three several climates in this region of country. FirsVinthepfakias, whereinthe summer,the heat is unread t ting and intense. For flvetedions months scarce a breath ofwind' sdrsthe - atmos phere, while the iun, oominguplifce shall of red hot iron,. glares fiercely from its rising to itsgoingdown. The water, only to be found at long intervals, is little bet* ter than poison; being so saline and acrid as to cause serious injury to the system, in creasing the thirst rather than allaying it, while many places are infested with awanns of noxious flies that torment the traveller by day, and myriads of mosquitoes by night In travelling along the Lower Hmnbolt all theseevlls are to .exist in an aggravated form. A more uninvi ting country, or'more-execrable stream, certainly does not exist on .the. {ace of the earth. Some pne, appalled by its terrors, has.aptly called it the River of Death; better still, in view, of Us infoisal Charac teristics, had they natped it PhkgCthon— the River of Hell. 3 Dark, sullen and.tur bid its bitter waters crawl, tathe? .than flow through its winding .and gutter o *! channel, like the filthy outpourings ofsome great sewer. Unlike all other waters* in stead of invigorating and refreshing, seems to blight everything upon which it falls. The broken vebides and dryhonm jeat ' tered all along its banks, attest that not without reason has it received the fearful 1 1 baptism of the River of Death. Escape op a Yankee Spx.—We Are informed, says the Richmond Whig, ftf the 18th, that the paragraph from this Peters burg Express, relative to a Yankee spy having been seen in this city, copied by us yesterday, is true, except that the place at which he was seen was the Exchange) instead of the American, and in the parlor instead of life the dinner table. His name is Dennison. At Washington City be was Seward’s chief detective. He was recog nized by the little daughter of Mrs. Greey how, who was instructed by her soother, while in Washington, to make herself fa miliar with the faces of such characters. The shrewd Yankee, it seems, recognized the little girl, at the same time that she discovered him, and when she ran to give the intelligence to her mother, he disap peared. This fellow is remarkable for his cleverness and cunning, and has, np doubt, ere this, put McClellan in possession of much that he desired to know. The event should be an admonition to our own detect ives and guards—-and to the people gener ally. Let all he on the qui wee, and let every person who has the least atmosphere of doubt about him be required to gWB an account of himself. \ ■ , Becipe fok MjjasGTxCTiJaLi~Tiske a handful of the vine xaQledGadhtkrat, the same quantity of the tongue, a sprig of the' herb 'called‘‘Back bite, a few Bowers of the roy hiißm shrub called 1-heatd, a of Don’t-you-tell-it, six drachms Of Malice, a few drops of Envy—which cto be had cheap at the shops ofMise Tabitfaa ’ Tea table and Miss Nancy Nigbt-Walfeer.— Stir them well together,spiee witba little Says-she, and simmer them for half an hour over the fife of Discontent, kindled with a little Jealousy, then strain through the rag of misconstruction andcOfkupin the bottle of Malevolence, hang; it upon a thread of Street-yarn, shake it ppcasion ally for a.few days, and it will thenne fit for use. Let a few drops be .taken just before walking out, or when competing company, and the subject wQI be enabled to speak all manner of evil, and that con tinually. (ET A wag passing a livery stable one day, in-ffoht of which several lean hones were tied, stopped suddenly, and;ga«d at than for some time with a phiz the utmost astonishment, and then asked the owner, who was standing near, if he made hones. “ Make horses l”_fiaid the knight of the bar-room and curry-comb; “nol why do you ask such a question 1” , “ Only,” relied he, “ because I observe you have seven! frames set npl” (jf The following verse contains every etter in the Engtteb alphabet, except E. It is a question whether any other English rhyme, of as many words, can be compost without using the letter £, which is em plpypd much inore frequently than {any other: ' Ai