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',Ontfr,v.
- Here is a fire-side song, which, in sweet and touching
beauty, has no superior in the whole range of English lit-
MEM
Be Kind to the Loved Ones at Home.
Be kind to thy Father; for When thou wort young,
Who lowed thee so fondly as he?
Ito caught the first accents that fell from thy tongue,
And joined in thy innocent glee.
Be kind to thy father; for now he is old,
llis locks intermingle with gray,
His footsteps are feeble, once fearless and bold,
Thy father is passing away.
Be kind to thy mother; for loi on her brow
May traces of sorrow be seen;
0, well may'st thou cherish and comfort her now,
For loving and kind has she been.
Remember thy mother; for thee will she pray,
As long as God giveth her breath;
With accents or kindness then cheer hor long way,
E'en to the dark Talley of death.
Be kind to thy Brother, his heart will have dearth,
31 the smite of thy love be withdrawn ;
The flowers of - 11:eling will thde at their birth,
If the dew of mkt:Lion be gone.
Be kind to thy brother, wherever you are,
The love of a brother shall be ,
An ornament purer and richer by far,
Than pearls - on the depth of the sea.
Be kind to thy Sister, not many may know
The depth of true sisterly love,
The wealth of the ocean lies fathoms below
The surttee that sparkles above.
Be kind to thy Father once fearless and bold,
Be kind to thy mother, so near,
Bo kind to thy Brother, nor show• thy heart cold,
Be kind to thy Sister so dear.
'6VOIKAN.
Proud man may climb ambition's height,
And seek to win the limed of fame ;
Yes, he may feel his heart beat right,
When glory beams around his name;
But not for these does 1\ Milan Seek,
Far humbler her ambition's shown,
At home she reigns a sovereign nieek—
A woman lives to love alone.
Still iu her daily duty moves,
With thoughtful brow and steadf.Ast mind,
She proves her faith in him she loves,
By gentle smiles and accept kind ;
The praise of one dear voice alone
Is all she claims—withhold it zed,
Oh. ye to whom her heart bath flown,
Fur 'tis the sun. that lights her lot.
If cold neglect or anger strange
t 4 honld prove her portion, yet the ray
Of her pure love will never change.
Thu' hope, and health, and hli..s decay,
By patient smiles and kinder tune
The truant gently rlie recalls,
Or, if - perchance reproach is shown,
'Tis in the tear that silent falls.
Woman 'lath faults and weakness too,
But stronger man, oh! bhune them not :
Believe me, her affection true
Thro' changeful life shall cheer thy lot.
Home tics, home love, let none disdain ;
Moro dear than wealth or fame could prove,
They o'er the heart triumphant reign,
And all are blest in wont:ilk's love-
aitb . s)ltettlys.
THE FATAL TRICK
-
" Bounds which with ouo fatal spring the mighty brute,
wide waving to and fro
Ms angry tail: red roll his eyes, dilated grow."
"Where his vast neck just mingles with the spine;
Sheathed in his form the deadly weapon lies."
Chide Llierokl's Pilgrimage
Upon one evening, a party of col!e,2,ians
and young bloods of the towns had met
together at my room to play and carouse.
In fact, it was a regular meeting of the hunt
ers, who assembled twice a week,—We kept
it up jollily until midnight, having in that
time managed to get full of Bacchus, when
Somers proposed that we should sally forth
and astonish the town by some well-planned
and well-directed piece of mischief. With
out any of us having a very clear conception
of our actions or intentions, we hailed the
proposition with drunken rapture, and start
ed forth.
A traveling menagerie had arrived in town
the day before, and among the wonders it
contained was a young bear. The poor ani
mal had become so well beaten, that he be
came very humble, and acquired a number
of amusing tricks. Of this we were all aware,
having visited the menagerie the day before.
Just as we passed the spot where the animals
were confined, it occurcd to us what rare
sport it would be to capture poor Bruin and
place him in the chemical lecture room, to
astonish on the next day, professors and the
No sooner had I made the proposition to
this effect than it was adopted, and all volun
teered the assistance in carrying it into exe
cution. The tent or pavillion which covered
the beasts, was erected in the great yard of
the principal tavern.—The cages each con
taining one or more animals, were iron-gra
ted boxes, standing on wheels, by means of
which they had been dragged into town.
They were ranged round the interior of the
tent, forming a circular array of wood and
iron. Not imagining that any one would
disturb the animals, the showmen and keep
ers had retired to rest along with the inmates
of the tavern, leaving the tents entirely un
watched. Thus we were afforded a clear
field in which to execute our scheme. After
several of our number had been posted as
sentinels, the rest crept in under the canvass,
. and entered the arena. It was some time
before we could, in the deep darkness of the
place, identify the cage in which our friend
Bruin had been placed to sleep. After stum
bling over divers things scattered about and
peering here and there in the dark, we found
the object of our search. There, in a sub
tantial cage. was the dim outline of the ani
mal, his two white eyes flashing fire at being
aroused from his quiet slumber.
The next difficulty that occurred to us was
the mode of conveying 'him- to the college,
whichwas some hundred yards distant. Some
of the revellers proposed that we should
throw a halter over his neck and so drag
him along. We rejected this, not from any
personal fear, since we had arrived at that
point which makes one oblivious of danger,
but lest we should he seen by some late strag
gler, and have our fun spoiled. A better
plan was, after much scheming, devised, and
one which met with universal acquiescence.
In the tavern yard stood a water hogshead
with a sliding lid fastened by means of a
hasp and staple. We had only to roll this
in, slide down the box from the wheels, open
the door immediately in the front of the hogs
head drive the animal in. We could then
push down the lid of the cask, secure it by
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means of a rope passed through the staples,
and roll our prisoner and prison house to the
college.
No sooner was this suggested than we
hastened to put it into execution. The cage
with our united efforts, was slid quietly down
from the wheels—Bruin growling all the
time with anger—the hogshead was rolled in
and placed upon end in front of the cage,
and the animal stirred up with our canes.
With a terrific yell he rushed in, and we
closed, the lid suddenly down upon him,
fastening it at, the same time in a secure
"manner. The yell of the bear had roused
the other animals and our ears were regaled
for the next ten minutes with a variety of
hideous sounds, that wakened fearfully the
sleeping echoes of the night. The animal
in the hogshead growled, and his voice came
like distant thunder, so deadened was it by
the wood in which he lay. His fellows had
no incumbrance to their voices and they
howled as clearly as though they had been
in their native forests.
Fearful of being discovered, we remained
quiet for a time, holding our breaths in sus
pense. But no one disturbed or tho't of dis
turbing us. The animals often started a. cho
rus of strange noises during the
,night, and
the keepers thinking nothing unusual to be
the matter, merely cursed the unruly beasts
fur destroying the unity of their rest, and
turning back, went to sleep again.
As soon as quiet was restored, we slit a
hole in the canvass for we were afraid to
emerge by the aperture which faced the tav
ern, rolled our hogshead through the yard to
the back gate, which we unfastened, and then
passing the road, started at a quick rate for
our place of destination. Over and over went
the hogshead, the animal within growling at
the rough treatment he received, and we
nearly convulsed with laughter at the un
couthness of the noise he made.
At length we reached the back part of the
college, when one of our party climbed over
the wall and unfastened the gate. We roll
ed in our prize to the back door of the labo
ratory, the place where our professor of
chemistry lectured. We found that in 'conse
quence of the narrowness of the door, the
hogshead would not enter. Such being the
case, we were about to start 'the animal
through the open door, when an idea more
redolent of fun struck the fancy of Somers.
Back of the lecture room was a small apart
ment containing odds and ends, and which
was not visited perhaps, once a week. He
said rightly, that if we placed Bruin in this
apartment be would not likely be discovered
until some time during the lectureof the Pro
fessor, when the noise he would be apt to
make attracting attention, the plot would
readily be brought to a crisis. We joined
our strength, and, upon our shoulders, up
went the hogshead, until it was placed on a
level with the window. A light young fel
low, the smallest of the party, climbed up,
hoisted the window, and slid up the lid of
the cask. We shook the hogshead violently,
but at first to no purpose. The animal was
thoroughly frightened, and lay still with on
ly an occasional growl. We shook it again
and he started. There was but one possible
mode of progression, which was straight for
ward—and the brute gave one spring through
the window. There was a crash of glass, a
howl, and the terrified.animal, crouching in
the corner, remained silent. Our little com
panion closed the sash and leaped down.—
We rolled the hogshead up into a corner of
the yard, and returning to our rooms, contin
ued our revelry till near daylight.
It was about noon when I awoke. I hur
ried on my clothes, passed a wet towel round
my head, swallowed some soda water, and
afterwards a cup of tea, and then hastened
to the college. It was the hour for the pro
fessor to lecture on chemistry, and I entered
the room just as he had commenced to des
cant upon the subject. The class were all
wrapt in attention—for the lecturer was an
able man and was treating upon "Light," a
matter of interest, and. capable of beautiful
illustration. He had scarcely finished. his
short and eloquent exordium, before we
heard a crash of bottles, and a low, startling
growl in the next room. The Professor star
ted, and stopped a moment, while those of
the class not in the secret, looked at each
other in astonishment. There was a pause
of a few seconds duration—and then the pro
fessor proceeded.
I began to feel alarmed, I remembered
what had been done the night before. Un
der ordinary circumstances there was no dan
ger to be apprehended. The bear was tame
enough, and had been whipped until he had
imbibed a proper sense of the superority of
man. But from the sounds I judged Bruin
bad worked. himself into the room separated
from us by a thin partition full of windows,
in which were kept the various drugs used
in illustrating experiments. There were a
great many carboys and bottles of acid in
that room. Should he overset any of these
and their' contents touch his skin, he would -
be apt to break through the windows of the
apartment and do some mischief before we
could secure him. By the looks of my com
panions I saw they entertained the same
fears.
There was another crash and growl. The
professor stopped again, and the class looked
around in dismay. Those who were acquain
ted with the cause of the noise, could scarce
ly keep their countenance. In spite of the
alarm under which they labored, there was
somethinc , so ludicrous in the growl, espe
cially when we figured to ourselves the com
ing consternation of the class, that they could
hardly refrain from laughing outright. The
professor, who could not tell from whence
the sound proceeded, and thought it a trick
of the class, reproved them severely, and then
continued his lecture. "Gentlemen," said
he preparing for a brilliant experiment, "I
will show you a most startling effect."
And he did. Hark! there was a sudden
crash, as if every bottle in the place had
been destroyed at once—a smoke rose up—
there was a terrific howl that made the blood
curdle and the marrow thrill—and through
that frail—Father of Truth! we had mista
ken the. case—there leaped forth, infuriated
with the burning liquid which streamed over
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him—horrors I—an untamed royal tiger.
No words can describe the consternation
of the class. Not one stirred. Petrified by
horror—motionless--breathless---there we
sat. Not a muscle quivered, so rigid were
we in our intense fear. It was our preserva
tion. Maddened with the pain, the animal
. rushed on with terrific bounds, and . meeting
with no obstacle, passed down the stairs into
the great hall. There as he leaped and roll
ed, and howled in his agony, the eldest
daughter of our janitor, coming with a mes
sage unwittingly entered. She screamed and
fell. The tiger, frantic with the acid, which
was eating his very flesh, heeded her not.—
On he passed and the girl lived. Better bad
she died, for never more shone the light of
reason her in vacant eyes. From that day
forth she was a gibbering, incurable idiot.
On passed the tiger—on on !—through
the streets, with the populace flying to every
side for shelter—passed his old prison, where
the keepers stood wondering at his escape—
on he went, bound after bound, howling,
screaming with agony. On he went, while
behind, before, and around, rose up the-min
gled cry of men, women and children—" The
tig,er! the tiger !"
At the extremity of the main street, atrav
eler was riding quietly to his home. He
beard the noise him, behind and casting his
eyes around saw the cause. He spurred his
horse who started snorting with terror, for he
saw the coming of the mighty animal as well
as his master. It was in vain. The tiger
noted not the man. He only saw the terrifi
ed steed. One leap—the distance was just
saved—and he struck his claws into the hind
quarters of the horse, who unmindful . of the
double burthen, rushed on, bearing the fear
ful load as though it were a feather's weight.
The man received no hurt. With
. presence
of mind and coolness most determined—for
it resulted from despair—he drew his bowie
knife from his bosom, and with afirm stroke,
buried it to the hilt in. the neck of the tiger.
The spinal marrow of the royal brute was
severed, and he died instantly. But ho did
not release his hold. Still, with the death
grip, he clung to his place, his eyes glassed
and glaring, and his claws sunk deep into
the flesh. On went the horse, snorting,
plunging and rearing in mingled pain and
terror—on he went, until exhausted by fa
tigue and loss of blood he fell prostrate.—
Those who came that way an hour after, cau
tiously and timidly saw the three stretching
together. They watched awhile, and found
they did not move. They stole up--10, the
horse and tiger were dead, and over their
lifeless forms was the traveler, insensible,
though aline, and still grasping in his hand
the friendly knife.
The Counts of Hapsburg, a powerful fam
ily of the cantons of Argan in Switzerland,
the Counts of Rapperschwyl, rulers of the
Lake of Zurich, the Counts of Toggenburg,
rivals of both these houses, in their impreg
nable stronghold of Fischingen, and Several
other influential chieftains, disputed among
themselves the dominion of these groups of
mountains, lakes and forests. Their nominal
subordination to the empire of Germany was
regulated exclusively by their interest. In
dividual caprice was the only law they ac
knowledged. Their manners were. as wild
and savage as their locality; their traditions
teemed with blood—those of the Courts of
Toggenburg in particular bore ample testi
mony to the arbitrary ferocity of their judg
ments. The castle of this family erected on
the summit of a rock overhanging the lake,
was totally inaccessible to an enemy. Ono
of the lords of this house, Henry of Toggen
burg, had married a lady named Ida, whose
beauty became the miracle and theme of the
entire land. The count was jealous as he
was affectionately attached to his helpmate.
Chance gave an apparent substance to this
deadly shadow which embittered his happi
ness. One day, while the countess was con
templating from a window in her tower the
lake and the valleys which lay expanded be
fore her eyes in the abstraction of the mo
ment she suffered her wedding ring, which
had. slipped accidentally from her finger to
remain on the ledge of the window, and re
turned without noticing the loss. A crow,
flying round the battlements, •observed the
ring glittering under a, ray of the sun. At
tracted, as all birds arc, by the brilliancy of
the gold, the crow alighted on the tower,
and thruSting its neck between the bars car
ried off the ring to its nest. Disdoi•ering
afterward that the gold was of less value
than an earth-worm to feed her young, she
pushed it over ther edge of the nest, and
allowed it to fall upon the beach.
A page belonging to the castle, hunting in
that neighborhood seine days after, found
the ring, and not knowing to whom to restore
it, placed it upon his finger, without dream
ing of future mischief. Count Henry seeing
the ring upon the finger of his page, immedi
ately persuaded himself that it was a 'gift
from his wife •to her paramour, and the evi
dence of a criminal intercourse. Without
listening to any counselor argument beyond
the impulse of vengeance, he caused the
young page to be bound to the tail of tin un
tamed horse, who dragged• his" dislocated
members, in mad career, across the rocks
and precipices ; then taking his innocent
wife in his arms, he precipitated. her from
the top of the battlements into the chasm
below; but the gulf rejected the victim. The
rocks, covered with thorny shrubs, retained
the beautiful Ida suspended by her garments
and long tresses over the brink of the abyss.
She contrived to escape under the shadow of
night, and demanded sanctuary at the con
vent of Fischingen. Her innocence, discov
ered and acknowledged too late, brought her
repentant husband to her feet; but although
she pardoned the action, she steadily refused
ever again to live with him as his wife, and
passed the remainder of her days in a cell of
a monastery, praying for the guilty count
and the unfortunate page who had been so
cruelly immolated to' an unfounded suspi
cion.
HUNTINGDON, PA, DECEMBER 3, 1856.
The Lost Ring
A GERMAN LEGEND.
PERSEVERE.-
REVOLUTIONARY MEN AND RE-
- A correspondent of the Petersburg Ex
press, writing from " near Leetown, Jeffer
son county, Virginia," sends that paper an
interesting letter about Revolutionary men
and reminiscences, from which we make the
following extract :
_ In the immediate vicinity of the spot from
which I address you these lines,are the dilap
idated and antique residences of three dis
tinguished.,Major Generals of the American
- Revolution. Within a radius of one mile
and a half lived, long and weary years, Chas.
Lee, the sinister hero of Monmouth; Horatio
Gates, the loser of the battle of Camden and
the Southern campaign; and Adam Stephen,
the early friend of Washington. In this lit
tle village--on whose golden forests I am ga
zing—under the shadows of the great woods
here—remote from camps and the flashing
world, these three warriors rusted out the re
mainder of their lives in inglorious repose,
the swords in moth eaten scabbards no more
to be drawn. Here, if I mistake not, two of
them died, and soon even these lingering me
morials of them will crumble and disappear
as their figures are fading from the general
mind.
Lee's house is a hundred paces from the
little assemblage of houses called by his
name, and is an oblong building of stone,
with chimneys at each end and midway—
low, with a rude porch, depending, as it were,
above the rough door, and with a few out
houses. Gates lived somewhat further from
the town, in a plain, undecorated building ;
and Stephen occupied a mansion probably
built by the earliest pioneers of the Talley,
in which everything is small and confined but
the fire place. But that is neither small nor
confined. It is grand—enormous I Around
it how many good companions must have
gathered in the olden day, and what sounds
of revelry shook the rafters overhead! You
may read of Adam Stephen in Sparks' edi
tion of the writings of Washington; and there
you will find that among the hardy gentlemen
who stood shoulder to shoulder with the young
chief at Winchester, when the Indians rava
ged the - valley a hundred years ago, was Lieu
tenant Stephen. A large landed proprietor
hereabouts, he doubtless resented the tres
pass of the Indians upon his grounds, stretch
ing toward the foot of the great North Moun
tain—at least, we know that he did good ser
vice. He was afterwards an effective officer
in the Revolutionary struggle ; but left the
army about the period of the battle of Prince
ton, disgusted at something or other—and so
came hither, and lived and died.
Of Gates and Lee more is known ; the sto
ry of the woftil quarrel of the latter with
Washington at Monmouth, - you may read in
full in the recently published third volume
of Irving's great work. It is probable that
history will finally show that Lee was not so
much in the wrong as the world supposes.—
That he made a blunder in ordering his for
ces to retreat—and that his retreat very near
ly ruined all the plans of Washington, and
lost us the battle—this is certain. But it
was probably an error of the judgment—not
a want of courage. In Leutz's great picture,
he sits on his horse sullenly before the chief,
whose hot anger flames out—all that he did
and said afterwards was sullen too, unfortu
nately. High words—indignant correspon
dence ; Washington cold and haughty--Lee
raging; then a court-martial—suspension for
a year—and Lee, in utter disgust, threw up
his commission, and came hither 'to hoe to
bacco—that being the best school for a Gen
eral,' lie said, with a sneer at Washington.—
And here in this poor and obscure dwelling,
as I have said, rusted out the sharp spirit of
Lee, and fell into dust and oblivion. With a
few neighbors, no friends ; surrounded by
hounds and horses,,and making the chase his
only occupation, nearly ; thus lived the gen
eral and died. One day, long afterwards,
says a tradition of the neighborhood, Wash
ington sent his . old adversary_ a note, saying
that he would call on a certain morning and
see him—that be hoped all past contention
and bitterness had been forgotten—he was
coming to see him as an old comrade in arms,
as a friend.
On the day fixed for the visit, Lee sent
away all his servants—placed upon the lock
ed front door a paper with "No meat cooked
to-day," written thereon—and then followed
his servants, leaving Washington to knock in
vain. He never returned, and with the pass
ing year the eccentric soldier grew more and
more morose and repelling. The ground floor
of his house -was divided by chalk lines mere
ly, forming thus four compartments. In the
first he kept his books—in the second was
his bed--his saddles and hunting gear in the
third ; the fourth was used for a kitchen.—
He could thus sit in one spit, he said with
grim humor, and overlook his entire house
hold. Tired of his dogs and his silent mis
anthropy at last, he commenced his silent
"Queries, Political and Military"—an attack
on Washington. But the world declined lis
tening to him, and then tired of life, the cyn
ical spirit of Charles Lee fled to other realms.
His last words were—" Stand by me, my
brave grenadiers I" and so ho ended his ca
reer ou earth.
A word now of the third ray of my triad
of warriors. Horatio Gates came to the old
house yonder after the battle of Camden. It
was the Gates who had taken Burgoyne, and
whose popularity at one time overshadowed.
Washington's.
But now, alas ! how fallen ! The breath
of an indignant public opinion had blasted
him ; and his laurels were all seared and
withered. He had lost the battle of Camden
—and had been deposed from the command
of the army of the South, to make way for
Greene—over his head lowered a heavy cloud
of public execration almost ; and Congress,
it was said, had prepared its thunderbolt to
strike him. But the bolt never fell. The
sad soldier's sorrow was respected. They
left him to die in peace here—enough pun
ishment that the magnificent drama of the
Revolution was played out, independent of
one who had enacted so splendid a part in
the earlier acts. These three old wooden
IVELNISCENCES
Editor and Proprietor.
houses are the visible remains of three vig
orous lives—in them to the Musing eye, the
spirits of Gates, and Leo, and Stephen hover
around there still, speaking in every whisper
of the pine trees and the oaks—those ancient
oaks of the noble English looking " chase"
which murmur yonder through the window
—through whose lengthened vista appears
the lone mansion of General Adam Stephen.
Here, within a gun shot almost of each oth
er, these men of history reposed—though not
happily, we must conclude—after all their
struggles. The current of the Opequon, res
onant in old .days with savage shouts and
dyed with blood, murmured by them, and
perhaps spoke to their minds of other days
—typifying human things which ever bud
and flow, and change like the skies of autumn
yonder—the gorgeous leaves, whose colors
vary with each day.
Woman and Marriage.
I have speculated. a great deal upon matri
mony. I have seen a young and beautiful
woman, the pride of gay circles, married, as
the world says, well. Some have moved in
to costly houses, and their friends have all
come and looked at their furniture and their
splendid arrangements for happiness, and
they have gone away and committed them
to theirsunny hopes cheerfully and with
out fear. It is natural to be sanguine for
them ; as the young are sometimes car
ried away by similar feelings. I love
to get, unobserved, into a corner, and
watch the bride in her white attire, and with
her smiling face and her soft eyes meeting
me in their pride of life, weave a dream of
future happiness, and persuade myself that
it will be true. I think how they will sit up
on the luxurious sofa as the twilight falls,
and build gay hopes, and murmur in low
tones the now not forbidden tenderness ; and
how thrillingly the allowed kiss and beauti
ful endearments of wedded life will make
even their parting joyous, and how gladly
come back from the crowded and the empty
mirth of the gay to each others quiet com
pany. I picture to myself that young crea
ture who blushes even now in his hesitating
caress, listening eagerly for his footsteps as
the night steals on,and wishing that he would
come, and when he enters at last, and with
an affection as undying as his pulse, folds her
to his bosom, I can feel the tide that goes
flowing through the heart, and gaze with
him on the graceful form as she moves about
for the kind offices of affection, soothing all
his unquiet cares, and making him forget
even himself in her young and unshaded
beauty. Igo forward years, and see her lux
uriant hair put soberly away from her brow,
and her girlish graces resigned into dignity,
and loveliness chastened with the gentle
meekness of maternal affection. Her hus
band looks on her with a proud eye, and
shows her the same fervent love and deli
cate attentions which first won her; and
their fair children are grown about them,
and they go on full of honor and untroubled
years, and are remembered when they die.—
Washington Irving
PRINTERS AND PARADOXES.-A. printer, says
Oliver, is the most curious being living. He
may have a bank and coins, and not worth a
cent; have small caps, and have neither wife
nor children. Others may run fast, but he
gets along swifter by setting fast. lle may
be making impressions without eloquence ;
may use the lye, without offending, and be
telling the truth ; while others cannot stand
while they set, he can set standing, and do
both at the same time; have to use fitrniture
and yet have no dwelling ; may make and put
away pi, and never see a pie, much less eat it
during his whole life; way press a great deal
and not ask a favor; may handle a shooting
iron, and know nothing about a cannon, gun
or pistol ; he may move the lever that MOWS
the world, and yet be as far from moving the
globe as a hog under a molehill; spreads sheets
without being a housewife ; he may lay his
form on a bed, and yet be obliged to sleep on
the floor ; he may use the dagger without
shedding blood, and from the earth he may
handle stars ;he may be of a rolling dispo
sition, and yet never desire to travel ; he may
have a sheep's foot, and not be deformed ;
never without a case, and know nothing of
law or physic; be always correcting his errors,
and be growing worse every day ; have em
braces, without ever having the arms of a lass
thrown around him; have his form locked up,
and at the same time be free from jail, watch
house, or any other confinement; his office
.may have a hell in it, and not be a bad place
after all; he might be plagued by the devil,
and be a christian of the best kind; and what
is stranger still, be honest or dishonest, rich
or poor, drunk or sober, industrious or lazy,
he always stands up to his business.
A VISIONARY CIIARACTER.—I once knew a
person, (hut he died young,) who seemed to
me literally inspired. He looked upon the
grand and beautiful forms of inanimate na
ture as if they were .endowed with a living
spirit. When the trees waved the boughs in
the air, ho believed that they were talking in
whispers to him ; and he saw forms in the
clouds that bowed their heads, and lifted their
hands, and spread their wings, oracularly to
him. Ile spoke little, but commonly appear
ed in a delirium or dream, and was very fret
ful and angry when he was interrupted. He
wrote fragments of what he saw and heard,
but he had not yet arrived at a full command
of language. He drew the outlines of a sort
of visionary epic, mainly composed of spirits.
His imagination was much stronger than his
reason, but yet he had a subtle and power
ful intellect. He contracted an attachment
to a beautiful girl, whose form was almost as
lovely as he thought it, but whose mind was
unworthy of him ; and I suspect that he died
of this attachment, for it touched his sanity.
Indeed, independent of this passion, common
observers deemed him not sane; but if his
inspirations - were not reason they were some
thing nobler than reason. He was a magni
ficent creature—scarcely a being of this earth
—and I have never ceased to lament his loss
with a mysterious and indescribable regret.—
Sir Edgerton Brydges, Autobiography.
A tall, rough-shod ship-visaged, good na.
hired looking individual arrived in our city
about a week ago, fresh from. the 'mountains '
and put up at what might be called one of
our third rate houses. The rules were like
those at most other establishments of the
kind, boarders being taken by the day, week
or meal. Jim Palter (we._ take the name
from the register,) had gone in' by the week;
with the understandin g with the landlord
that he was to he credited for what he called
'lost time,' at the usual rate. There was
nothing very unusual in this arragement;
though it did not turn out altogether to the
landlord's satisfaction.
At the end of the second day, it occurred
to Jim that he had not seen Sacramento for
upwards of a year, and as a thought with
him was almost a deed, he without saying a
word to the landlord, disappeared. He spent
the remainder of the week. at Sacramento,
and reaching his boarding house here just in
time to find the proprietor calculating that
Mr. Jim Polter was indebted for one week's
board. It didn't take Jim long to prove that
he had been out of town four days and the
bill against him was cut down accordingly.
`See yere, old feller.' broke out Jim, as the
bill was being altered, of its all one to yeou,
I'll take a squint at them ar 'books.'
`There's your account, sir,' said the land
lord, pretending not to notice Jim's last re
mark.
NO. 24.
Two day's board, 2 62}
Jim took the bill, and eyeing the puzzled
landlord as though he suspected some 'she
nonigan,' he broke out—
'l want to see them 'ur books
The landlord told him he was permitted to
examine his books.
Jim was satisfied now that all was not ex
actly right, and resolved to see the end of it.
'Give me pen, ink and paper,' said he.—
'I want to show you how to keep books.'
He took the pen, and after having added
up various small sums, made out and hand
ed to the amazed landlord the following ac
count:
Jim. Polter to Landlord—better
two dais board
Landlord to Jim Polter—better
4 dais lost time
`Thar she is ! said Jim, as he passed the
slip of paper across the counter. Cordite to
your way of keepin, books a feller ain't 'low
ed nothin' fer lost time,'
The landlord said nothing but gazed with
astonishment.
`You see,' continued Jim, anxious to estab
lish the correctness of his bill, 'I took board
by the week, you know.' •
`Y
-e-s,' muttered the half choaked land
lord.
`And the bargain was that you was to
credit me for loss time at the usual rate, you
know.'
'Well, I boarded -with you two days, you
know.'
'Yes.'
didn't board with you four days, you
sec.'
'Yes.'
'And you owe me for that.'
The landlord took a long breath, brushed
the perspiration from his face, and casting
his eyes vacantly about the ceiling, slowly
ejaculated :
'Oh y-e-s!
'Now I ain't going to 'be bare on you, said
Jim ; 'you feed very well—and as I am pin'
up country to-morrow, we'll spent that little
balance for champaign to night. But I'll
tell you one thing, landlord,' he added after
a xause, 'you would make money if you
.would hire a clerk 1'
'e are inclined to think it would have ta
keno number of clerks to make Jim believe
that the landlord did not owe him for four
days board.—Xarysville (Col.) Herald.
GOOD.—An anecdote is related by Mr.
Hale of New Hampshire, to this effect:
A couple came to him one night, and wan
ted him to join them in wedlock. He con
sented to perform the cereniony, and said to
the man :
"Do you take this woman to be your wed
ded ?"
"Certainly," he replied.
"Do you take this man to be your lawful
husband ?"
"Yes, I do." •
" Then you are man and wife.
all"
Both looked with great astonishment, and
the lady asked :
"Is that all ?"
"Yes that's all." •
"Well," she remarked, "taint such a
mighty affair after all !"
A. Witty Druggist, on one cold night
last winter was woke up by a terrible rap
ping at his door. Going down he found a
poor fellow who wanted a dose of salts. The
shop was entered, to dose prepared, and a
half dime put in the drawer.
'how much did you make in the operation?'
asked his wife as he got into bed.
`Four cents,' was the reply.
A shame it is,' returned the irritated dame,
for a man to disturb your rest just for a doso
of salts.
'Recollect, my love,' said the druggist,
`that one dose of salts will disturb the man's
rest more than it has mine, and reflect that
these little inconveniences always work well
in time.'
A DISCRIMINATING MONKET.—ADutchmart
had made a handsome fortune in Philadel
phia by selling milk. He started for Hol
land, his home, with two bags of gold pieces.
When on shipboard, he counted one bag of
his treasure. A mischievous monkey chanced
to watch his operations. As soon as the coun
ted baz had been replaced and tied up, Jack
seized it and soon found his way to the mast
head. Ile opened the bag, and eyeing the
brilliant gold, proceeded to drop one piece
on the deck, and another in the water, until
he had emptied the bag. When he had fin
ished, the Dutchman threw: up his arms, ex
claiming: "Pe Jiukoes, he must be the dyvel,
for vat come from de Titter he does gibe to do
cater, and vat conies frum de milk he does
g ibe to me."
AN iNrinnr. REntmEn.—An Infidel, boast
ing in a published letter that he had raised
two acres of Sunday corn,' which he intend
ed to devote to the purchase of infidel books,
adds, ' All the work done on it was done on
Sunday, and it will yield some seventy bush
els to the acre: so that I don't •see but that
nature or Providence has smiled upon my
Sunday work however the priest:3 of the bible
may say that work &ate on that day never
ProsPers• My corn tell A s another story.' To
this the editor of an agricultural paper re
plies: IC the auth. or of, this shallow non
sense bad read the 1 ible half as much as he
has the worksa its opponents, lie would
have known that the great Ruler of the uni
verse does not al- ;r ays square up his account,
with mankind a the month of October.'
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