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DT ViINTECROP MACKIVORTII PRAED Stand on a funeral mound, Far from all that love thee ; With a barren hearth around, With a cypress bower above thee,— And think, while the sad wind frets, And the night in cold gloom closes, Of spring, and spring's sweet violets, Of summer, and summer's roses. Sleep where the thunders ily, Across the tossing billow; Thy canopy the sky, And the lonely deck thy pillow ; And dream while the chill sea foam rn mockery dashes o'er thee, Of the cheerful hearth, and the quiet home, And the kiss of her that bore thee. Watch in the deepest cell Of the foeman's dungeon tower, Till hope's most cherished spell Has lost its cheering power ; And sing, while the galling chain On every stiff limb freezes, Of the huntsman hurrying o'er the plain, Of the breath of the morning breezes. Talk of the minstrel's lute, The warrior's high endeavor, When the honeyed lips are mute, And the strong arm crushed forever; Look back to the summer sun, From the mist of dark December,— Then say to the broken-hearted one, "'Tie pleasant to remember." HOME. The fairest spot of all the earth, Is home. The ono of all to which we turn, Where'er we roam, A pleasant home, a happy home, There is no place so fair, If those we love who smile for us, But have their dwelling there. The dearest word I ever learned, Is home, Tho sweetest song I ever heard, Is "Home, sweet Home." There may we turn when cares are o'er, When day draws to a close, And find among the loved ones there, A season of repose. M. M. Sr (4attrtsting mti,sctitaiq. MY BELOVED BRETHREN:—In these days when persons are carried from city to city by steam, and use the electric wires to talk with one another, instead of plodding along in the old coach, and giving Uncle Sam as many Vveeks to carry a letter back to their friends as it now requires minutes to transmit the same intelligence; when the iron horse has taken the place of the conestoga wagons, and the old spinning wheel given way to the buz zing gin ; it requires every man to be wide awake and keep a sharp loOk. out for success and comfort in this *odd, as well as to seek salvation in the one to come. Cities, and even States, are now but neighborhoods, coin pared to what they were forty years ago; and the individual who keeps on traveling the beaten paths of his grandfathers will find that he cannot climb the hill of prosperity, but must remain forever in the valley of pov erty and toil, while those who have sought the railroad of science have acquired wealth and are enjoying themselves at the summit. My brethren: this world is like an old fash ioned clock—the shorter you make the pen- Zulum the faster she will move along; and if you will persist in setting about the corners talking politics, or walking around your fields examining your fences on the Sabbath day, when you should be at church, it will shorten the pendulum and put my sermon in the newspapers ; and when you come to a cool shade you can set down and rest and at the same time listen to my precepts. I am. not going to waste time preaching to you about the heathen in foreign countries, or ask you to contribute to buy shirts for them ; but I wish to direct your attention to the poor benighted beings about home, who take no country newspaper, and are groping their way in darkness, without anything to read, unless perhaps, some one has given them a Jayne's almanac when they went to the store, or wrapped their coffee in one of Ayer's handbills. My text, brethren, is one that does not re quire a, reference to chapter and verse ; it is one that every merchant, mechanic, farmer and laborer should have by heart, and be able to repeat at least once a year, and is as follows : "for I take a county newspaper, and lave the printer's receipt in my pocket." Now my brethren: how many of you can repeat the words of my text, and not feel a thrill of pleasure passing through your veins when you remember the pleasing stories, the ;useful and amusing items, the general news from all parts of the world, and the local in telligence which you have received every week, which you have read over in the even ings by your comfortable fireside ; and when you happen to see an article in which the ed itor calls on delinquents to pay up, you may read it aloud, knowing that it is not intended for you, "for I take a county paper, and have the printer's receipt in my pocket," The county paper, my brethren, does not occupy that high position in your thoughts it should ; it is the great lever which keeps your county ii 4 line with your neighbors, and with out it' you would roll back into obscurity, and people would know as little about you as we do of the Japanese. it should be in every family, and the man who lives without a pewspaper has as much need of the prayer and sympathies of the church as the poor ne gro on the coast of Africa, or the untutored savage of our western wilds. A house with gut a newspaper is as barren of the necessary fixtures as a meeting house without a Bible Or a psalm-book. I know it, my brethren, and I would have you wake up and rub the dust out of your eyes and follow my exam ple, "for I take a. county paper, and have the printer's receipt in my pocket," The amount of capital to be invested would not exceed two dollars a year, and the bene fits to be derived from a newspaper of your own, would repay you ten fold. Yes, m y brethren, you could save the amount in shoe leather, and not annoy your neighbors by running after them to hear the news. You could save your children's toes and not have them limping about with their toenails stub- WILLIAM LEWIS, VOL. MIL bed off hurrying home from school to tell you that a murder had been committed, a town burned down, or some great occurrence taken place, but you could do as I do, set down and read the whole particulars to your family ; "for I take a county paper, and have the printer's receipt in my pocket." My brethren, this thing of taking a county paper, however small or unimportant it may appear, is no humbug; I always get the worth of my money out of it. As the election ap proaches, I can see who are asking my votes, and form an opinion as to the issues 42 be decided and the candidates for whom I should vote. If I have a case in court, I need not spend two or three days runnincr ° after my lawyer to know when it will be tried, but I look over the list of causes, and if it is there I can go prepared—but if it is not, or is away down at the foot, I can stay at home and save the expense of a lot of witnesses, "for I take a county paper, and have the printer's receipt in my pocket." If I hear my neighbors talking about any important subject, such as the Mormon dif ficulties in Utah—the appointments made by the President—the movements of our troops against the Indians—the sale of the Main Line of Canal—or any other matter of gen eral interest, I do not stand by -with my eyes and mouth open swallowing all that is said, but join and take a part, "for I take a county paper, and have the printer's receipt in my pocket." When there comes a wet day, and. I can do no work in my fields, I take up the last paper, and, while resting my limbs and tak ing my ease by a comfortable fire, my mind starts out on a journey. As my eyes travel over the sheet before me, I drop into New York, and learn how Mrs. Cunningham and her daughters are since their acquittal of the murder of Dr. Burdell ; then -witness the fight between the police forces of Mayor Wood and Governor King. From New York I go to Cincinnati, and that a United States Marshal has been stabbed by a fugi tive slave and all the city in excitement.— So, from one place to another my imagination travels, gathering up news and incidents from all parts of the globe, and when dinner is announced I find myself at home—no limbs broken by railroad accidents—refresh ed -in body and improved in knowledge— " for I take a county paper, and have the printer's receipt in my pocket." My brethren, there are a great many pa pers, as well as a great many people ; and I am not going to point out any particular one for you, any more than that you should sub scribe or the one printed in your own county first----then if you are able, send for two or three others; they wont hurt you—because newspapers are a kind of medicine which never nauseate by over doses. But patronize your own first—give it a chance to enlarge the sphere of its usefulness—and as the edi tor sees his list increasing he will be ena bled to make greater exertions to satisfy his customers. Never send your money away for some city weekly until you have paid for your own, simply because you can get the dead matter of a daily a little cheaper; but give your money to those who will buy your grain,—" for I take my county paper, and have the printer's receipt in my pocket." There are a great many who take no paper at all, or who subscribe for some religious paper in the city, because they think they have no time to read except on Sunday, and then they would he committing a sin to read anything that did not have the sanction of the church. But, my brethren, when there is anything important going on at home, or when they have lost a valuable horse, or cow, and they have torn the clothes off' their backs hunting for it, they come to rue to know if any one has taken up their horse or cow—and I look over the advertisements and tell them where to find it—" for I take a county paper, and have the printer's receipt in my pocket." There are a great many things in a news paper which appear of no account, but which in reality prove profitable sometimes. I once had a garden so overspread with dock that they smothered everythina . I planted ; and when I got my paper it told me they could be killed by cutting them off close to the ground with a sharp hoe and covering the end of the roots with salt—l tried it, and the first year I raised a fine lot of vegetables, a portion of which I gave to the printer— " for I take a county paper, and have the printer's receipt in my pocket." Then again, my brethren, I advise you all to subscribe for your county paper, and. save your money - wherever you can. The Gospel preacher teaches you to shun the devil ; but there is one "devil" which we cannot well do -without, and that's the printer's devil.— Ile told me about a new law for collecting taxes, and when the County Treasurer came round. I was ready to pay him of and make five per cent on the operation—"for I take a county paper, and have the printer's receipt in my pocket." The Lord's Prayer. How many millions and millions of times has that prayer been preferred by Christians of all denominations I So wide, indeed, has the sound thereof gone forth, that daily, and almost without intermission, from the ends of the earth, and afar off upon the sea, it is ascending to heaven like incense and a pure offering. Nor needs it the gift of prophecy to foretell, that though "heaven and earth shall pass away," these words of our blessed Lord "shall not pass away," till every petition in it has been answered—till the kingdom of God shall come, and his will be dono on earth as it is in heaven.—Montgomery. SO - Don't you want a prime lot of butter? asked a pedler, who had picked it up at fifty different places. "What sort of butter is it?" asked the mer chant. " The clar quill—made by wife from a dai ry of forty cows—only two churnings." " What makes it so many colors?" " I guess," replied the Yankee, "you would never have asked me that question if you had seen my cows, for they are a darned, thight, specklier than the butter is." A BRIEF HISTORY IN FOUR CHAPTERS " What ! stay at home for that squalling young one ? catch me to." And the young mother threw on a bonnet and shawl, and humming a gay air, sauntered out on the promenade. One another bowed and smiled as she moved along, flushed, triumphant and beautiful. A young man met her just as she was passing the shop of a well known firm. " Ah I out amain, Deliah," he said, earnest ly. "Where is Charley ?" " With Hannah, of course. You don't ex pect me to tie myself to him ?" she returned. The young man's face grew cloudy. "No," he returned, with a half sigh ; " but I can't bear to have him left with servants." "Oh, well, I can," she said, and with a ra diant smile left her husband hard at work and flitted on. " Answer all his questions ? make myself a slave, as I should be obliged to ? Oh, no ; can't think of it. If I give him his break fast and plenty of play things, I consider my duty done; I don't believe in fussing over children—let them find out things as they grow up !" " There's the danger," replied the dear old lady, casting a pitying look upon the richly embroidered cloak her son's wife had bent over all day, " unless the mother be constant ly imparting the right kind of knowledge." " Oh 1 you want to make him a piece of perfection like his father; well, I can't say I do. I don't like these faultless men. See— now isn't the contrast beautiful. Come here, lovey, he shall have the handsomest cloak in the whole city 1" " A cigar ! bless me what a boy, and only twelve. Are you sure you saw him smoke it ? Well, I dare say it made him sick enough ; boys will be boys you know." "Yes, but to think you should allow him to go to the theater without my knowledge!" and the husband groaned. " Dear me 1 why what a fret you are in ; do let the child see something of the world." " In jail! my God, husband—not our boy!" "Yes, in jail for stealing." " Not our boy! not our Charley! No, it cannot be! Let me die—kill me, but don't tell me our Charley is a thief." The boy was sentenced to the State's Pris on, and the mother carried to a lunatic asy lum the next day. TiTAii, THE SALT LAKE COUNTE.Y.—SaIt Lake is situate between the fortieth and for ty-second degrees of north latitude, and is not less than thirty miles in - length from north to south, varying in width from five to thirty miles. Its elevation above the Gulf of Mex ico is two thousand four hundred feet, and it forms the bottom of a vast basin, surrounded by mountains, five or six thousand feet high. Part of the banks and bottom of the lake are composed of rocks and salt springs, and the waters are entirely impregnated with saline substance, so that evaporation shows thirty three parts in one hundred of salt, while the water of the sea shows only four parts in one hundred. The waters of Salt Lake, there fore are of an extraordinary density. No fish can live there, and the borders of the lake are sterile. Happily, in this accursed lake there is a narrow passage leading to another lake called Utah, (the name of an Indian tribe,) the level of which is one hundred feet above the surface of the first. The water in Utah Lake is drinkable, fresh and limpid.— The richness of the country in the neighbor hood of these lakes caused Brigham Young to resolve upon settling the Mormons at this spot. He thought, with wisdom, that it was better for him to become exclusive master of this great basin, where the distance and na ture offered an impregnable fortress, than to go to California and encounter the hostility of a crowd of gold-seekers. The resemblance of Salt Lake to the Dead Sea could be presen ted as a providential design, and an indica tion of the place where the New Jerusalem should be founded. The colony chose apa sition extremely advantageous, upon the strait between the two lakes, and founded there the city of Desert, a name which signifies "bee hive" in the pretended "Reformed Egyptian" language. The aspect presented by this young city is very picturesque. It is divided into twenty quarters, each forming a separate enclosure. The houses are built of adobes, or bricks dried in the sun, are only a story high, and are surrounded by gardens. The springs, which descend the mountains, flow into little rivulets into the gardens and streets.—The stores are numerous and ele gant. The State House is ninety-nine by for ty feet. The town is protected by a fortified inclosure, and the number of inhabitants is about thirty thousand. Tho neighboring country is highly cultivated, and returns with usury the products which are confided to it.— The waterfall between the lakes is utilized for turning numerous mills. In fact, this col ony is a new and striking example of the creative and directing genius which seems to be the privilege of the Anglo-Saxon race. HE DRINKS.-HOW ominous that sentence falls ! How we pause in conversation and ejaculate—"lt's a pity." How his mother hopes he will not when he grows older ; how his sisters persuade themselves that it is only a few wild oats he is sowing! And yet the old men shake their heads and feel gloomy when they think about it. Young men just commencing life, buoyant with hope, don't drink. You are freighted with a precious cargo. The hopes of your old parents, of your sisters, of your wives, of your children —all are laid down upon you. In you the aged live over again their young days; through you only can that weary one you love obtain a position in society ; and from the level on which you place them, must your children go into the great struggle of life. HUNTINGDON, PA., AUGUST 12, 1857. Rearing Boys. CISIAPTEit I. CIIAPTER IL CHAPTER 111. CHAPTER IV --PERSEVERE: Who are Our Countrymen ? There is something in the contemplation of the mode in which America was settled, that, in a noble breast, should for ever extinguish the prejudices of national dislikes. Settled by the people of all nations, all nations may claim her for their own,. You can not spill a drop of AMERICAN blood without spilling the blood of the whole world. Be he Englishman, Frenchman, German, Dane or Scot, the Eu ropean who scoffs at an American, calls his own brother Raca, and stands in danger of the Judgment. We are not a narrow tribe of men, with a bigoted Hebrew. nationality, whose blood has been debased in the attempt to ennoble it, by maintaining an exclusive succession among ourselves. No: our blood is as the flood of the Amazon, made up of a thousand noble currents all pouring into one. We are not a nation so much as a WOR)S,D ; for unless we may claim all the world for our sire, like Melchiseclek, we are without father or mother. For who were our father and our mother ? or can we point to any Romulus and Remus, for our founders ? Our ancestry is lost in the universal paternity; and Omsar and Al fred, St. Paul and Luther, and Homer and Shakspeare, are as much ours as Washington, - who is as much the world's as our 02VIL. We are the heirs of all time, and with all nations we divide our inheritance. On this western hemisphere, all tribes and people are forming into one federated whole; and there is a fu ture which shall see the estranged children of Adam restored as to the old. hearth-stone in Eden. The other world beyond this, which was longed for by the devout before Columbus' time, was found in the new; and the deep sea line, that first struck these soundings, brought up the soil of Earth's Paradise. Not a Par adise then, or . now ; but to be made so, at God's good pleasure, and in the fullness and. mel lowness of time. The seed is sown, and the harvest must come ; and our children's child ren, on the world's jubilee-morning, shall all go with their sickles to the reaping. Then. shall the curse of Babel be revoked, a new Pentecost come, and the language they shall speak, shall be the language of Britain, Frenchmen, and Danes, and Scots; and the dwellers on the shores of the Mediterranean, all in the regions about it ; Italians, and In dians, and Moors ; there shall appear unto them all "cloven tongues," as of tire.—AIEL VILLE. Water ! oh, bright, beautiful water for me! Water! Heaven-gifted, earth-blessing, flow er-loving water ! It was the drink of Adam in the purity of his Eden home ; it mirrored back the beauty of Eve in her unblushing toilet ; it wakens to life again the crushed and fading flower ; it cools, oh ! how grate fully, the parched tongue of the feverish in valid; it falls down to us in pleasant showers from its home with the glittering stars; it descends to us in feathery storms of snow ; it smiles in glittering dew-drops at the glad birth of morning ; it clusters in great tear drops at night over the graves of those we love; its name is wreathed in strange bright colors by the sunset cloud ; its name is breath ed by the dying soldier, far away 'on the tor rid field of battle ; it paints old forts and tur rets from a gorgeous easel upon your winter window ; it clings upon the branches of trees in frost-work of delicate beauty ; it dwells in the icicle ; it lives in the mountain glacier ; it forms the vapory ground-work upon which God paints the rainbow; it gushes in pearly streams from the gentle hill-side; it makes glad the sunny vales; it murmurs cheerful songs in the ear of the humble cottager ; it answers back the smiles of happy children ; it kisses the pure cheek of the water-lily ; it wanders like a vein of molten silver away, away to the distant sea. Oh ! bright, beau tiful, health-inspiring, heart-gladdening wa ter! Everywhere around us dwelleth thy meek presence ; twin angel sister of all that is good and precious here; in the wild forest, on the grassy plain, slumbering in the bosom of the lonely mountain, sailing with viewless wings through the humid air, floating over us in curtains of more than regal splendor ; home of the healing angel when his wings bend to the woes of this fallen world. "Oh water for me, bright water for me! Anti wine for the tremulous debauehee!" What wanderer's heart will not beat at the mention of - the word home? Be it ever so homely, it has associations that will render it dear to the heart of the wanderer. Ile may wander away from his home, and. mingle in the bustle and strife of the world, and form new ties of friendship, and for a time banish from his memory the home of his childhood; but at still and lonely hour, as he listens per chance to the autumn winds, the thoughts of home will come, and of the loved and cher ished there; and fancy will waft him again to that remembered spot, to greet familiar faces, to roam again in old familiar lands, and press the hands of the companion of oth er days, now possibly cold in the grave. What place is there like the home where affection dwells, where with gentle smiles and loving words we are greeted by one and all? There in true beauty the heart may bloom when we are weary with wandering, and our heart weary with the world and its fading pleasures; there we may find rest.— There is some kind hand ever ready to min ister to our wants in sickness, to smoothe the pillow or bathe tho burning brow. When pain and care have ploughed deep furrows in the heart, and when deserted by all besides, there are those at home who will watch over the dying couch, and with kindly words of comfort smooth the pathway to the grave. Though angels' feet may have crossed the threshold, and, lingering, bore some loved ones away, we have the sweet assurance that they are waiting to welcome us to homes more beautiful and bright—homes where the flow ers never fade; and there beside life's peace ful river, the friends that meet will meet for ever.—Exchange. pe=.lFlost men employ their first years so as to make their last miserable. Gough on Water. The Wanderer's Home. .!: 1 1 ik,:::,.,....„ Hj'........'..-:::.; 1..i::-........ „...,.. ~.. "Mother is dead!" What a volume of thought do these sad words express? What pen can brine to view the agony of the mind when this sad truth is realized? The heart shrinks back, and denies to intruding expres sion a knowledge of its inward woes. The imagination of another fails to picture them; and when we ourselves, who have sustained this loss, turn our eyes inward and for a mo ment glance at the naked reality, we are wont to make ourselves disbelieve it, and repel the overwhelming flood of sorrow which, ever and anon, like the Waves of the ocean, flow to and fro upon our hearts, until exhausted we sink into a lethargy, from which, when we awaken, it seems as if we ourselves had pass ed into another world, in which everything seems tinged with an unnatural gloom. It is sad,—it is very sad to know that mother is no more. The sun will shine, the birds will sing, the flowers will bloom in seeming mockery, the same as before; but there is a void in the family,—her seat is vacant; and as we gath er around the family board we seem to deny the truth to ourselves, and listen as though we heard her coming footstep. But, alas! she comes not. Mother is dead! Away from our home they have laid her in the cold ground,—the clammy dew damp of death upon her brow,—she is shut out from our sight forever—forever? No not forever.— The light of heaven flings a brilliant hope over all our sorrows. With its aid we can penetrate the darkest clouds of grief, and look forward to the bright future with confi dence that we shall meet her again. With its aid death is not death;—it bath not tho sting the world would have us think;it is but the transfer of the soul from this, its transi tory home, to everlasting bliss; it is but the passage of the storm which leaves the rain bow of hope to cheer its blighted subjects. We love to linger around mother's grave, and muse upon the happy past when she was with us. We love to think of the Merry Christmas and other holy-days; and although with the semblance of them is linked the sad truth that they can never come again,—al though it tears open anew the wounds of our hearts, yet we are willing to suffer these pangs that we may keep ever fresh in our memories that happy past, now forever gone. LIGUTNING RODS.—As this is the season when thunder storms prevail, and barns, par ticularly, are destroyed by lightning, we do not know in what way we can better urge upon our.readers the advantages of lightning rods, than by publishing the experience of men who have made them the subject of their study. Edward Stabler, President of the Montgom ery County Mutual Insurance Company, in forms the editor of the American Farmer, that "Our risks are about four millions, and we have probably five hundred barns insured, a large proportion having lightning rods ; and of the whole number destroyed by lightning, not one was thus protected ; nor has a single building, insured or uninsured, so far as has come to my knowledge, and protected with rods, been destroyed by lightning." The Lycoming County (Pa.,) Mutual In surance Company has been in operation seven teen years ; and has issued within that time, fifty-one thousand three hundred and thirty three policies; not one protected by lightning rods was destroyed by lightning during the whole period. The Worcester County (Mass.) Mutual In surance Company has been in operation thirty four years, and in their late Annual Report says: "No building with rods on it, being injured by lightning (when properly fitted) has come to our knowledge." ONE or mire LYNCUERS TIUNC.-A young man, named Finch, son of Deacon Finch, of Massilon, Cedar county, lowa, hung himself last Tuesday, about 4 o'clock, P.M. Ile was with the vigilance committee at the time they took lielso and his comrade, and on casting a vote whether they should be hung or not, ho cast his vote in favor of hanging, but left be fore they were hung. When he returned home his mother asked him if they had caught the men. lle said they had, and he had voted to hang them. His mother told him he ought not to take that which he could not give. After she had talked with him a few moments he left her and went to his plow ing, attended to that for awhile, when he hitched his horse, and taking one of the reins went to a tree, tied the strap to a low limb and around his neck, then let his weight down, and when found his knees touched the ground and he was dead.----Anamosn (Iowa) _Eureka. ILLUMINATION OF ST. PETER'S CIITIRCIT AT Rolm—An illumination of this church must be a most ina,gnifiCent sight. There are three of these spectacles annually—on the eve of Easter Sunday, on the eve of St. Peter's fes tival, and the evening succeeding. At the Sil ver illumination, which commences at dusk, the church is lit up by five thousand nine hundred lanterns. At the Golden illumina tion, nine hundred lamps are lighted, mak ing six thousand eight hundred lights in all. These latter have the effect of torches ; they aro iron plates filled with tallow and turpen tine. These nine hundred fires are lighted with a rapidity which seems magical—when the first stroke of the hour is heard, there has not been one lighted; when the last stroke falls, the entire building is all a blaze! The process occupies about eight seconds; the fire commences on the cross, and sweeps down with a swiftness and grandeur which defies description. Three hundred and eighty two men are employed in lighting the lamps —clinging to the cross, 43`3 feet from the ground, suspended by rapes over the domes, along the facade, and the pillars of the col onnades; their position is one of imminent danger, and extreme unction is administered before they ascend, so that in case any acci dent should happen, it may not find them unprepared.• AZ—A wag says that a Miss is now-a-days, in circumference, "as good as a mile." Editor and Proprietor. NO. 8. Mother Is Dead Home. "florae thy joys are passing lovely— - Joys no stranger heart can tell." What a charm rests upon the endearing name—my home 1 consecrated by domestic love, that golden key of human happiness.— Without this, home would be like a temple stripped of its garlands; there a father wel comes, with fond affection; there a brother's fine sympathies comfort in the hour of dis tress, and assist in every trial; there a pious mother first taught the infant lips to lisp the name of Jesus ; and there a loved sister dwells, the companion of early days. Truly, if there is aught that is lovely here below, it is home—sweet home It is the oasis in the desert. The passing of our days may be painful; our path may be checkered by sorrow and care; unkindness and frowns may wither the joyousness of the heart, ef face the happy smiles from the brow ; and be dew life's way with tears ; yet, when memory hovers over the past, there is no place-where it delights to linger, as the loved scene of childhood's home I It is the polar star of existence. What cheers the mariner, far away from his native land in a foreign port, or tossed upon the bounding billows, as ho paces the deck at midnight alone—what thoughts fill his breast? lie is thinking of the loved ones far away at his own happy cottage; in his mind's eye he sees the smiling group seated around the cheerful fireside.— In imagination ho - hears them uniting their voices in singing the sweet songs which he loves. Ile is anticipating the hour when he shall return to his native land, to greet those absent ones-aCtlear to his heart. THE LAUGH AND SMILE OF WOMAN.-A woo- man has not a natural grace more bewitching than a sweet laugh. It is like the sound of flutes on the water. It leaps from the heart in a clear sparkling rill, and the heart that hears it feels as if bathed in the cool, exhil crating spring. And so of the smile. A beautiful smile is to the female countenance what the sunbeam is to the landscape. It embellishes an inferior face, and redeems an ugly one. A smile, however, should not be- - come habitual, or insipidity is the result; nor should the mouth break into a smile on ono side, the other remaining passive' and un moved, for this imparts an air of deceit and grotesqueness to the face. A disagreeable smile distorts the lines of beauty and is more repulsive than a frown. There are many kinds of smiles, each having• a distinctive character ; some announce goodness and sweetness, others betray sarcasms, bitterness; and pride; some soften the countenance by their languishing tenderness, others brightmv it by their brilliant and spiritual vivacity.— Wazing and poring before a mirror cannot aid in acquiring beautiful smiles half so well as to turn the gaze inward, to watch the re- - flection of evil, and is illuminated and beau tiful by all sweet thoughts.—Porter's Spirit of the Times.. FATE OP THE APOSTLES.-St. Matthew is. supposed to have suffered martyrdom, or was put to death by the sword, at the city of Ethiopia. St. Mark was dragged through the streets• of Alexandria, in Egypt, till he expired. St. Luke was hanged upon an olive tree, in Greece. St. John was put in a cauldron of boiling oil at Rome and escaped death. He after wards died a natural death at Ephesus, in Asia. St. James the Great was beheaded at Je rusalem. St. James the Less was thrown from a pinnacle or wing of the temple, and then beaten to death with a fuller's club. St. Philip was hanged up against a pillar at therapohs, a city of Phrygia„ St. Bartholomew was flayed alive by com mand of a barbarous king. St. Andrew was bound to a cross, whence be preached to the people till he expired. St. Thomas was run through the body by a lance, near Malabar, in the East Indies. St. Jude was shot to death with arrows. St. Simeon Zelotes was crucified in Persia. St. Matthias was stoned and then behead ed. Mon - mos - NEWSPAPERS.—The Mormons, be- • side their papers published in Utah, have' 'The Mormon,' published in the city of Nev" York, The Western Standard,' San Fran cisco, California, The Millenial Star,' Liv erpool, England, Zion's Trumpet,' Wales, The Scandinavian Star,' Copenhagen, Den mark, Zion's Watchman,' Australia, and The Truthteller,' Geneva, Switzerland.-- They have missionaries in France, Germany, Italy, Norway, Sweden, Gibraltar, Cape of Good Hope, East Indies and China. In the towns of Erie and Veteran, in Chemung county, New York, they have a regular church, with an elder or minister, who claims a miraculous power of healing the sick by" imposition of hands, casting out devils, &e. CULTIVATION OF TURNIPS.—The flat turnip is much esteemed for table use. The time for sowing is during the latter part of July, or first days in August. Large crops have been raised on newly-cleared land, which was too root!! to be plowed, by raking and burning it over, and then harrowing it before sowing the seed. Where the ground can be cultivated properly, it should be freshly bro ken and harrowed before sowing. Sow in cloudy, damp weather—before a moderate rain, if possible. A top dressing of ashes, sown broadcast, will be very beneficial to the' plants. If troubled by the fly, sow some . flour of brimstone on the plants while wet with dew. Keep the weeds down, and the ground loose with a hoe, if you want an ex.- - tra DEANIS Br LICHTNING.—Never, within our recollection, have there been so many deaths• by lightning as there have been during the present summer. In the storms of last week, it may safely be said that not less than one hundred persons were killed, in New Eng land, New York and Ohio, where the light ning was most destructive. In this city, and indeed throughout Pennsylvania, the fatality has been small; but elsewhere it has been: remarkably great. The lightning rod does not seem to be always a protection from the' subtle fluid, for many houses have been dam aged that were provided with this safeguard. It is worth while for scientific men to inquire into the causes of the unusual severity of thunder storms, the dependence that is to be placed upon lightning rods, and whether these are not susceptible of improvements that will make them more efficacious,There has been very little done to iniprovehe light, ning rod since Franklin's time, and yet we are much more familiar with electricity than we then were. Some one ought to bring the subject before the American Association for the Advancement of Science, which is soon to hold its annual session at Montreal.—Plait- acle?phia In Delaware, the peach crop bids fair to be more abundant than it has been for many years.