BY DAYID OVER. Itl ?r t 011 r ij. THE SOWER TO IIIS SEED. Sink, little seed, into the earth's black mould, Sink in your graves, so wet and so cold— There yon must lie j Eartli I throw over you, Darkness must cover you, Light comes not nigh. What grief you'd tell, if words you could say ! What grief make known for the loss of the day ! Sadly you'd speak; '•Lie here, must I ever 1 Will the sunlight never My dark grave seek ? " llavo faith, littl? seed. Soon, yet again, Thou'lt rise from the grave, where thou art lain ; Thou'lt be so fair, With thy green shades so light, And thy tloWirs so bright Waving in air. So must we sink in the earth's black mould— Sink in the grave, go wet and so cold ; There most we stay, Til! at last we shall see Time turn to eternity Darkness today. From Punch. HOOP DE DOODEX DOO. A FASHIONABLE BALLAD. Me go to ball do oder night, De room wid gas was blazing bright, De gals were drest in de fashion's hight, Wid do Hoop de doodan doo. Derc air-tubes dey were so blown out, k-'ach Miss was as good as a mile about. Do leanest figure she look stout, In de Hoop de dooden doo. But dcre was one uey calt aeu iw, As Big its Ben afore ho fell, 0 Golly ! she were such a swell, In de Hoop de dooden doo. iler dress was white, her sash was red, ■She wore a bucket 0 on her head, Her neck look like de garden bed Hoop de dooden doo. She stretch so far from loft to right, She cover up a eofy quite, She put six chairs oleau out of sight, Wid de Hoop de dooden doo. 1 ask dis gul to liab a dance, But soon as wo begin to prance, .De Crinnylean stop our advance : Hoop de dooden doo. De garment which dey call de skirt, It trail behind to catcb de dirt, It trip me up, it gib me hurt : lloop de dooden doo, When I get up de truth I tell her, Says I, "Miss, you'll excuse a fella, But I can't dance wid do gig umbrella! '' Hoop de dooden doo. At dis my joke I laugh Tup ! Yup' She look as thongh she eat me up, So den I take her down to sup In her lloop do dooden doo. JSOBAL. Now, gals, if you at parties show, And in de dance would shake do toe, .Not like balloons but ladies go: lloop de dooden doo. • You tink de Crinnylean de ting,' But your partners It to grief do bring, It bruise dero log, it break dero sbiu— Dis Hoop do dooden doo. In polka, waltz, or in qnadreel, Dis child yon see he lub to feel Soft flesh and blood, not bone and steel; Hoop de doodeD doo! *Bouqut ?—[K. CRITICAL. —Sol Jones was a stage driver, for many years, before railroads became plen tiful, and be has followed various occupations shoce. His principal employment now is drink •H strong liquors, and his nose reflects con stantly the 'everlasting bonfire.' Oue day last week, Sol stepped into one of our fashionable restaurants, and called for brandy. The de canter was handed to him, and be poured out a tumbler nearly full. With a look of aver sion at the water pitcher, whioh was standing near, he tossod olf the brandy, and set down bis glass with a strong expression of disgust upon his humorous countenance. 'Anything the matter with tho brandy?' in quired the bar-tender. 'Yes,' was the gruff reply. 'What ails it?' asked Boniface. 'Why, hang it, says Sol, I kin taste the wa ter in it!' They are tanniog an elephant's hide at Cin cinnati. It was purohased by a furri v r in Wis consin, where the animal, which beiouged to a menagerie died. The frieght to Cincinnati cost §ls. It is an immense hide, so bulky that the tuners handle it with great difficulty. It is nearly two inches tbiok, and full a yeai and a half will be required to tan k thorough A Weekly Paper, Devoted to Literature, Politics, the Arts, Sciences, Agriculture, &c., &c—Terms: One Dollar and Fifty Cents in Advance. DEATfI OP JOAN D'ARC We make t*he following extract 4 frora Apple - lon's work, "The World-Noted Women." It is from the pen of Mary Cowden Clarke: "There is something indefinitely touching in the saint's and hero's ielapse into simple hu manity and womanhood, on the dark, unnatural May xsarmng, when the heavy news was told her ttaLAhe must die before sunset. She wept bitterly> Like Jeptha's daughter, she iiKiwa od tharter pure sad ■beauteous body should be thus early sacrificed. She shrank, and shriek ed, and writhed at the thought of the flames, pitying herself for the pain. But the saint tri umphs soon—even through the fiery vista be fore her she sees a better kingdom than France —a better home than Domreniy. Even in this death she recognizor 'the deiiverance' ptomised her by 'the voices.' /'She appealed to God from the injustice and cruelty of earth; she partook of the holy sac rament with many tetrs; she uttered her touch ing and tremendous words to the Bishop of Beauvais, a summons to answer for her death before God. What child-like aaturaluess, a plamtive naivete marked the words she addres sed to one of the preachers standing by: 'Ah, Maitre Pirere, where will I be this evening?' "We can fancy the tearful, wistful look, the terrified tremble of the hands, and all the voice broken in sobs with which she said this. Then, as the priest replied: 'Have you not good hope in the Saviour?' the light of reassu rance, the smile, the clasped hands, the heav enward gaze, the voice -clear and fervid, as she said: 'Oh, yes, God aiding, I shall be in Par adise.' "Bound and borne in a cart, like a common malefactor, surrounded by a guard of eight hundred English soldiers, Joan d'Arc passed thtough the streets of ilouen to tho market place; but in the eyes of the angels that awful hour must have thrown into shade all foregone hours of triumph—grander to them than tie prrudest conqueror in his triumphal car, fol lowed by princely captives and the spoils of kingdoms. "At tho stake the maid again bravely pro claimed her faith in 'the voices,' and nobly de fended her King. Her sublime, yet meek com posure, her marvelous womanly sweetness, fil led many of her persecutors with wonder, pity, and vain remorse. The people looked on as in a horrible dream, weeping, groaning, praying, hut powerless to help. One last word of re- ; tlMl Ti" 1 op of jrf&arais cU.it its way to a deep unaus pected vein of human feeling, and let it out in tears. "The scaff'dd towered high above the crowd, a huge pile of fagots lit it at the base, a gi gantic altar of sacrifice, fiery Calvary. "When the flames uncoiled themselves from below, and darted upward, in angry flashing ! •lengths, hissing and writhing, when thoy struck their fang 3 into hor flesh, the flesh cried out in shrieks that must Lave echoed forever through the guilty and craven souls who heard. "Well had the young martyr learned the self-forgetful spirit. In her agoDy, through the flame and smoke of her torment, she saw the danger of the fail hful priest who held the cru cifix above, and eL'treated him to leave her.— He went; he bore tfroni her sight the image of her crucified Lord, bat ho left beside her, in the midst of the fla/ues, the Lord himself.— May not her last cry of "Jesus!" have been, not a cry of fear or supplication, but of joy and recognition, us sho. sprang through the fio ry path of martyrdom into the welcoming arms of his compassion—i'uto the bosom of bis infi nite, ineffable love?" 4 GRG.iT CLOCK. The great Clock in the Cathedral of Stras burg is thus desoribcd by a correspondent: "The priests <*nd military have retired, and I am no* sitting in a chair facing the gigantic clock—from the top to the bottom not less than one hundred p!e —* An Irishman making love to a lady of great fortune, told her "ho couldn't sleep for drcaui iug of her." VARIETIES. CTLPICE OP BOOKS.—Some books are to bo tasted, others to be swallowed, and some few to be chewed and digested j that is, some books are to be read, but not curiously, and some few to be read wholly and with diligence and at tention. Soiae books, also, may be read by deputy, and extracts made of them by others, but that would he only in tin less important and meaner port of books. What makes man wretched t Mti' ,UC33 1 Lorenzo! no; 'tis happiness disdained. She comes too meanly drest to win onr smile ; And calls herself Content—a homely name ! Our flame is transport, and content our scorn ; Ambition tarns, and shuts the door against her, And weds a toil, a tempest, in her stead— Young. "JULIUS, what's a latitudinarian ?" "A lafy tudy what?" "A latitwdinamn ?" "A laty tsrdemartam, Mr. Snow, is a man what ascer tains the circumference of de hemusfear, and brings dc axle of de arf opposite to de hub ob de universe." * A SERIOUS QUESTION.— Said Lady Bab to Lady Sue, "I wish I wtre as blest as yon ; Your husband is polite and kind, Of gerile manners, generous mind, Obliging, gay— in friendship warm, With every quality to charm." "Fray, Lady Bab," cried Lady Sue, "How came my Misband—en/re nous — So intimately known to you I" A DISTINCTION AND DIFFERENCE Fred, idly strolling ut one day, Was told that Kate had passed that way, And though somewhat a fop in taste, His clothes thrown loosely on in haste, His hair dishevelled —stock untied. With panting breath he reached her side; Surprised, she gazed on Frederick's plight, And justly angred at the sight, Said, in a tone of jesting ire, "I see you're running to a the." "Well, no," he naively said ,hut'much the same, I've just been botly chasing up a flarue !' Our Jeeuis says be never travels by a "light ning express train" unless be's sure it has ft good conductor.-Caning/en's Commiscionaire. Many of the Vigilants would have been ap- , propriate adornments of the lower end of a perpendicular rope.— JV. O. True Delia. Exactly ! but not inclining to the perpen dicular, we presume they 'sloped.' — Ed. Com. A WOMEN'S RIGHT-ER.— lt is said that Middleton, the fashienable gaiter maker, is an earnest upholder of wd* ll * lll 8 fights —aad lefts. Patience waited, apC Hie egg sang.— Jerrc&d. EPIGRAM ON A DRUNKEN BRAWLER. Who only in his cups will fight, is liko A clock that must bo oiled will ere it Btrike. Thomat Bancroft. 1638. TIME.— i Time t sat, is past; thou canst not it recall. Time it, thou hast; employ the portion small. Time future is not, and may never be, — Time prtunt is the only time for thee. The mother who saw a baby prettier tbau her own, has been sent to a lunatio establish ment. REVIVAL RHYMES. —A New York poet, in touching on the conversion of Awful Gardner, goetb it tt>us.=— We sing and shout our grateful thanks, That Awful Gardner's joifted our ranks ; That as the lamp holds out to burn. There may be chance for Patrick Hearne ; And as his mercy's all enduiin', We may even hope lor John Van Bursn. Paddy's description fa fiddle can uot be beat: 'lt was the shape of a turkey, and the size of a goose ; he turned it over on its back, and tubbed its bolly with a crooked stick, and ocb, St. Patrick! how it did squaleP 'You'll have to bear the responsibility,' said a mother to a bright-eyed young daughter, who thought of marrying without the maternal approbation. 'I expect to bear several, ma,' said Fanny. 'Miss Julia, allow me to close the blind; the glare of the sun must be oppressive.' 'You are very kind, air but I would rather have a little son than no heir at all. Tbc selfish man cannot see (he miseries of the world —be cannot feel the pangs and thrusts of hunger. An Irishman being asked for a certificate of his marrage, bared his head and exhibiting t hugh scar which loooked as though it was made wifh a fire shovel. The evidence was satisfac tory-. 'Do you know the priaouer, Mr. Jones ?' 4 Yes, to the bone.' 4 What is his character V 'Didn't know he had any.' 'Does he live near you!' 'So near that he lias only spent five shillings for firewood in eight years.' A dyiDg Woßt India planter groaning to his favorite negro servant sighed out, 'Ah, Sambo, j I'm going a long journey.' { 'Never mind, massa,' said the negro, cooso : lingly, 'him ail de way down hill.' 'Here's Webster on a bridge,' said Mrs. Pariington, as she handed Ike the dictionary- ( 'Study it contentively, and you will gain ' deal of inflammation.' . • vessel when she An boa^ dei{ngj being desired was on the {jomf M e jj C waß going dowu,replied not wish to go on deck to see him- Joff drowned A FACT. —One of the wise men of 'Grease' recently declared in a public meeting that the size of sausages was not so important as the material of which they were manufactured. Some hearts, like primroses, open most beau tifully in the shadows of life. All is sugar to the vain—even the praise of fooh. VOL. 31, NO. 29. AGRICULTURAL. gin •* jHwp