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AFFECTION BEYOND THE GRAVE.
Haste! messenger to heaven, and bear
These tidings to the souls we love;
Tell them we have been faithful here,
Since they left us to dwell above.
Haste! tell them we do not forget,
That we will remember ever;
That when on earth our sun hath sot,
We shall meet no more to sever.
That our love is that which liveth,
When from earth, friends pass away;
And the tear affection giveth,
On the sorrowing, parting day ;
Seals the bond by which we know,
We shall meet, no more to part;
And that, freed from care and woe,
heart shall sweetly blend with heart
a itlect '5- , tau.
[Published by request of a lady correspondent.]
THE FRETFUL HOUSEWIFE ;
—OR—
WHO'S TO BLAME.
BY MRS. FRANCIS D. CAGE.
"'That Mrs. Jenkins is an awful piece. I
don't see how Jenkins stands it, good easy
soul ; he lets her scold away, and never seems
to mind it at all. Well, I reckon, that's the
best thing he can do, but I tell you now, if I
had such a woman, I'd find some way to shut
her up, and if I couldn't, I'd set fire to the
house and run away by the light of it, for a
scold I never would live with. Let's see, you
eathe pretty nigh marrying Lydia yourself,
didn't you ? It seems to me there used to
be such a talk."
" Yes, I'll own up; we were engaged, as
the young folks say, but things didu't pros
per with me, and the wedding was put off,
and we got a little cool ; I believe I was to
blame, and we agreed to part company ; and
I married Agnes, and Lydia turned about
and married Joe."
This was said with a deep sigh, as if there
was something struggling in the speaker's
heart that was not uttered.
" I reckon you thank your stars for the de
liverance," said the other speaker.
" I don't know," said the first, slowly.—
"Lydia was one of the keenest, smartest girls
in the country, and nobody ever thought of
her turning out a scold; she was merry as a
bird, and her wild song, as she tripped along
with her milk pail in the morning, had no
twang of the termagant in it. I used to
think that she was one of the neatest and
Sweetest tempered of her sex. But she is
mightily changed." And the man of forty
sighed again, as he whittled the bit of pine
shingle to a point.
" There is no telling what a woman will
be at forty, by the sign of eighteen ; is not
that so, Mrs. Tyler ?"
This was addressed to a good looking, be
nevolent woman, who had joined the two far
mer on the porch, where they were chatting
away the twilight hour after.their day's work.
" Not always," replied the lady addressed.
"For a woman at eighteen may be moulded
into an angel or demon, by the surroundings
of her after life, sometimes."
" We are talking of Mrs. Jenkins—she
frets his life_out of him."
" Better say he frets her's out of her," re
plied the lady with spirit.
" Never was there a pleasanter girl than
Lydia when she married Joe Jenkins; active,
energetic, orderly, ambitious and affectionate.
She was calculated to make a home as happy
as woman could. She was refined and deli
cate ; Joe was coarse and rough ; she was a
pink of neatness, he a sloven ; she loved the
beautiful, he could not tell the difference be
tween a rose and a burdock; she was orderly
and systematic, he was completely the re
verse ; she was warm and genial as a May
morning, he as cold and repulsive as an icicle
in November. So they commenced life, she
worked hard, early and late, to get along; he
loitered and laid in bed, made excuses, put
off, procrastinated, let things go wrong, and,
by his neglect and carelessness, doubled all
her cares. I know just how it all began ; for
I lived with her five years ; she never meant
to be a scold, never ; it came by degrees.—
"Come, Mr. Jenkins," she would say, "can't
you split me a little wood, my bread is al
most ready for the oven."
" Yes, pretty soon—where's the axe ?
Who had the axe? I wish the ugly chil
dren—"
" Why, Mr. Jenkins, don't speak so—"
" Well, it's enough to try the patience of
Job—never can find anything when I want
it."
" You should put it in its place then your
self, when you use it."
" I did. I left it at the wood pile."
"No you did not. You left it down by
the barn, when you were mending the bars."
" Humph ! so I did." And off Joe would
go after the axe, find the pigs in the corn for
want of care in the fences, put off after the
pigs on a full run, drive them out half a mile
from the house, meet a neighbor, get upon
the fence and talk an hour, forgetting all
about the wood. In the meantime Lydia
would run for the axe, chop her own wood,
and manage somehow to have her bread all
right, for nothing is ever wrong in her de
partment, and Joe would not see nor know
that he had in the slightest transgressed.—
The house leaked down rain upon her head
for nearly five years ; and. she could not In
duce him to mend the roof. The crops were
never planted nor gathered in season. The
fences were left till half he did raise was de
stroyed by unruly cattle. The cistern would
leak by the year together, a man's labor a
half a day would repair it. But be would
go to town and stay three days in the week,
and not get back till midnight. If she made
a little garden, the gates were left off the
hinges, and it was destroyed. He often laid
abed in the morning till called the third or
fourth time to breakfast, while she milked
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the cow with her babe in her arms, carried
in wood and ran to the garden for what was
needed. He always kept a great family and
little help. I was but a child then. He
never put anything in its place, left every
thing where he used it, never cleaned his
feet, or took the least pains to save her labor,
and instead of helping her govern the boys
as they grew up, by his own careless habits,
his waiting, putting off, and want of energy,
he taught them to follow in his ways.
Little by little Lydia learned to scold.—
Every day for a year she had to remind him
that the bucket was down in the well, or the
cistern pump ~n eeded mending. All these
things she would have righted herself, but
she never had money, for Joe's carelessness
left him always in debt, and these debts were
an excuse for everything. He would let ten
dollars go to waste for the want of an hour's
care, yet scold her or the children for wasting
a goose quill or lucifer match, or a half sheet
of paper in a letter. Easy and good natured
for the most part, yet turbulent and abusive
when things went wrong for him, as they
usually did. Lydia's good humored, joyous
disposition and gentleness of spirit, gradually
wore out to him, though she was pleasant,
as he used to say, to every one else. Now,
to worry is grown a habit, and he takes it
easy, never trying to please her in any one
thing.
"It is no use," he says, "to try to please
her. If he mends the cistern she will find
fault about the roof, and if he stopped the
leak she would want the spouts put up, and
if that was done, she would remember that
the garden was behind time, and when that
was brought up, the door yard would need
mowing or manuring, or the trees pruning,
and so its no use." Poor wretched man.—
He never tried putting all to right at once,
to see its effect. So for twenty-five years poor
Mrs. Jenkins has toiled almost day and night
to keep along, and by dint of fretting, coax
ing, and toiling, has raised a pretty respecta
ble family., But they all think " mother
scolds," and her reason for all this quadru
pled labor is a worn-out nervous system, a
face wrinkled and old, a spirit broken, and
the name of Fretful Housewife. Who's to
blame? "I ask you candidly and seriously,
gentlemen, if you could either of you be pa
tient and forbearing at times, if you had to
live with such a man as Joe Jenkins ? He
is lazy, dogmatical, slovenly and cold-hearted.
Lydia is exactly the reverse. There, there
she is now driving the cows out of the cab
bage, and there he is, as usual, down by the
grocery-smoking his pipe, and talking to old
Phelps. He is half drunk. I suppose
somebody will say his wife scolded him
into it."
" Hang his lazy picture," said the first
speaker, "I believe all he does is to talk; he
is good at that." The other got up and
walked away, sighing:—
" Lydia ain't to blame."
lie was thinking, no doubt, " what might
have been."
There are a great many Lydia Jenkins' in
this world of fretted women, who get a hard
name, simply because somebody else never
lives up to duty—good house-keepers, good
wives, good mothers, good neighbors—no
fault to be found with them but that " they
scold."
Look at the other side of the picture. Hus
bands who are men perhaps of mind and
character, and even wealthy, yet so careless
and neglectful of little things, so thoughtless
of a wife's happiness, and so fearful of acting for
herself, as to restrict her to just what they think
necessary, and, would be offended, and feel
their dignity infringed upon, were she to
take the responsibility of hiring a man to
to chop her wood or spade her garden•—thus
curbing and fretting minds as earnest and
independent as their own, and filling their
paths with little annoyances, that make the
whole life a bitterness, simply because they
know and feel that these things are all un
necessary, and might be removed without an
effort by the very hands that place them in
their• way. •
It is much easier for most minds to bear
great afflictions, than to be cheerful under
constantly recurring petty vexations and it is a
noticeable fact, that most fretful women bear
u n avoidable trials with patient fortitude.—
There are peevish, fretful women, hosts of
them, that have no excuse but a morbid tem
per. But in judging of the character of a
woman, of whom the world says, "she does
nothing amiss, but scolds," look at both sides
of the question and see who is to blame. .
Saturday Night
What blessed things Saturday nights are,
and what would the world be without them?
Those breathing moments in the broad and
garish glare of noon; when pale' yesterday
looked beautiful through the shadows, and
faces changed long ago, smiling sweetly ;
again in the hush, when one remembers the
old folks at home.
Saturday nights make people human, set
their hearts to beating softly, as they used to
do before the world turned them into wax
drums, and jarred them to pieces with tat
toes.
The ledger closes with a clash; the iron
doOred vaults come too with a bang ; up goes
the shutters with a will; click goes the key
in the lock. It is Saturday night, and bus:-
ness branches are free again. The door that
had been ajar all the week, gently closes be
hind him, the world is shut out. Here are
the treasures, and not in the vault, not in the
book—save in the old family Bible—and not
in the bank.
May be you are a bachelor, frosty and for
ty. Then, poor fellow, Saturday nights are
nothing to you. Get a wife—get a home—
thank God, and take courage.
The dim and dusty shops are swept. the
hammer is thrown, the apron is doffed, and
the laborer hastens homeward.
" Saturday night," faintly murmurs the
languishing, as she turns wearily on her
couch ; "and is there another to come?"
" Saturday night at last !" whispers the
weeper over the dying ; "and it is Sunday
to-morrow !"
WKindness kindles the fire of friendship
Wllisttliantous Nthls.
The Great Balloon Voyage Prom St.
Louis to New York in Eighteen Hours.
Thrilling Adventures—A Plunge into Lake
Ontario—Descent into a Tree—A Hvge
Limb Carried Away—Collapse in Another
Tree—An 2Eronaue s Narratire.
[From the New York Tribune of July 5.J
Although it was intended to have started on
this voyage on the 23d of June, we were de
layed in our preparations until the Ist of Ju
ly. By 6 o'clock, P. M., the air-ship Atlan
tic was duly inflated, and while we were put
ting her in trim with ballast and provisions,
Mr. Brooks, lessee of the St. Louis Museum,
who had kindly volunteered to escort us over
the Mississippi in his balloon Cornet, got ready
for the occasion, an upon a signal agreed, as
cended from the ground. At 7 20, P. M.,
the Atlantic was ready to sail. Messrs. La
Mountain and Gager, thinking some difficul
ty might arise at the start if they should at
tach the fan-wheels to the shafts and wheel
gearing, determined to omit that until we
should be fairly under way next morning.—
Having had much experience in hard winds,
and the perils of landing a balloon under
them, we had constructed at St. Louis a good
wicker-work car (which, with a good and
strong concentric hoop, are life-preservers in
these perils;) which was suspended between
the boat and balloon, and about 8 feet above
the former and within 6 feet of the hoop, so
that the neck of the balloon hung in the
basket-car whenever the balloon was fully
distended. The boat contained 600 lbs. of
ballast, one bucket of water, one bucket of
lemonade, with an abundance of bread, wine,
poultry and sandwiches, besides delicacies too
numerous to enumerate, furnished by kind
friends. Mr. La Mountain took command of
the boat and ballast, and took his place on
one end ; Mr. Gager took the other end, and
took charge of the charts and compass; Mr.
Hyde, local editor of the St. Louis Republi
can, took his seat in the middle, with note
hook and pencil, as historian. Although Mr.
Hyde was not in the original programme,
we unanimously agreed to let him accompany
us, provided it would not interfere with our
ultimate design ; and as it was arranged that,
under any circumstances, when the balloon
should fail, the boat and its occupants should
be disposed of, and myself or La Mountain
should proceed with the voyage alone.
The basket contained 350 pounds of bal
last, a barometer, wet and dry bulb, ther
mometer, besides a quantity of wines and
provisions; and I took my place in the basket
and charge of the valve rope, and as director
of the general plan of the voyage, by the
unanimous consent of the party engaged in
this long devised enterprise. I must say here
that Mr. La Mountain took in charge a part
of the programme, that none but a cool head
and a most accomplished peronaut could be
trusted with ; and especially the night sail-
in At 7.20 P. M., we set sail from the
Wa g.
Square of St. Louis, and our
course at starting was north of east. When
we got up and over the Mississippi, and well
undr way, we saw Mr. Brooks land in a
clear place, about sunset.
At 8 30, P. M., the shades of the evening
shut from our view the noble city of St. Louis
and the Father of Waters, though it contin
ued light until after 9. Mr. La Mountain
having suffered from sickness on Thursday,
and being too unwell to work hard under a
burnin ,, sun at the inflation, left much hard
labor for me at that work. I submitted the
whole thing to his charge for the night, with
the understanding to have me waked when
ever he wanted the valve worked, and ho took
it with alacrity. Before I went to sleep we
had mounted to a height at which the balloon
had become completely distended, and where
we found the current due east. Here it be
came chilly, and Mr. La Mountain, as well
as all of us, suffered from the change of air;
and with all the clothing we could put on us
it was still uncomfortable, though the ther
mometer stood at 42, and the barometer at
23, and this was the lowest of both instru
ments during the whole voyage, except the
crossing of Lake Ontario.
Mr. La Mountain proposed to take the low
er current as long as it would take us but a
few points north of east, and I told him to
do as he deemed best, and report his reckon
ing in the morning. After bidding the party
in the boat a good night and God speed, I
coiled myself up in blankets, and laid down
as best I could, and in a few moments was
sound asleep, and knew of nothing but repose
until II 30, P. M.
At this time Mr. La Mountain again moun
ted for the upper current ; being desirous of
making a little more easting, he hailed me to
open the valve, as the balloon had become so
tense, and the gas was rushing from the neck
with a noise, but finding no answer from me,
he suspected that I was being smothered in
the gas, and he admonished Mr. Gager to
mount to my car by a rope provided for that
purpose, and Mr. Gager found me breathing
spasmodically, but a good shaking and the l i
removal of the neck of the balloon from my
face, with plenty of pure cold air around me,
soon brought me back to a knowledge of what
was going on, and I resolved to sleep no
more during the night.
At midnight I felt quite well, with an in
vigorated spirit of observation and interest
in our experiment. The whole dome of heav
en was lit up with a mellow phosphorescent
light, the stars shone with a crystalline bril
liancy, and the milky way looked like an illu
minated stratum of cumulus clouds. When
ever we crossed water the heaven-lit dome
was as visible below by reflection as above.
So remarkable was this phosphorescent light
of the atmosphere that the balloon looked
translucent, and looked like light shining
through oiled paper. Wo could also tell
prairie from forest, and by keeping the eye
for a moment downward we could see the
roads, fences, fields, and even houses, quite
distinctly at any elevation not over a mile,
and even at the greatest elevation we could
discern prairie from woodland, and from
water.
Whenever we halloed it was followed by a
distinct echo ; and even this served as a dif-
-PERSEVERE.--
HUNTINGDON, PA., JULY 13, 1859.
ferential index to height. We always found
a response in numerous bow-wow-wows, and
these, too, were always indicative of the full
ness and sparseness of the habitations below,
as we could hear them for many miles around
us. Mr. La Mountain remarked that nobody
lived in that country but dogs, or else the
people barked like dogs, he having got a lit
tle out of humor, because nobody would tell
him in what State we were sailing, and he
gave up the inquiry, with the remark that it
must be over some other country than Amer
ica, as we had been moving along at a rapid
pace.
At 3 A. M., Saturday, we came to a gen
eral conclusion that we were somewhere over
the State of Indiana or Ohio. At 4A. M., ,
we passed a city, but could not make it out,
but at 5 A. M., we discovered Lake Erie
ahead of us, and then concluded that the
city we left a little south of our track must
have been Fort Wayne. At G A. M., we ,
passed Toledo, and about an hour afterward
we lowered on the margin of the Lake a little
north of Sandusky. After a few moments ,
consultation, and a review of our ballast, we
determined to risk the length of Lake Erie,
and to test the notion that balloons cannot be
kept up long over water, because of sonic pe
culiar affinity of the two—notion that never
had any belief with me. Just as we merged
upon the Lake, a little steam screw that was
propelling up the river or bay headed for our
track, and some one aboard of her, very
quaintly cried aloud to us : "That is the Lake
ahead of you." Mr. La Mountain cried back,
"Is it Lake Erie ?" and the answer was,
" Yes, it is, and you had better look out."—
Our good friend, the propeller, finding that
we discarded his kindness, rounded off again,
sounded us a good-by with his steam whistle,
and went his way up the river.
Here we mounted up until the balloon got
full, and the barometer fell to 23, in order to
make along near the southern shore of the
Lake, but at Mr. La Mountain's suggestion,
that we could make the city of Buffalo by
sailing but a few hundred feet above the sur
face of the water. I opened the valve until
we gradually sank to within five hundred feet
of the water. Here we found a gentle gale
of about a speed of a mile per minute, and
we resolved tofloat on it until we should heave
in sight of Buffalo, and then rise and sail over
it. This was a most interesting part of our
voyage. We overtook seven steamboats, pas
sed mutual salutations, and would soon leave
them flitting on the horizon in our rear. One
of these lonely travelers remarked as we pas
sed_him, "You-are going it-like thunder."—
At 10,20 A. M. we were skirting along the
Canada shore and passed near the mouth of
the Welland Canal, and soon began to mount
for our most easterly currant, so as to take
Buffalo in our track, but we circled up into
it between Buffalo and Niagara Falls, cros
sing Grand Island, leaving Butliilo to the right
and Lockport to the left of us in our onward
course. Finding ourselves in the State of
New York, but too far north to make the
City of New York, it was agreed that we
would make a landing near Irochester,.de
tacit the boat, leave out Mr. Gager and Mr.
Hyde, and Mr. La Mountain and myself pur
sue the voyage to a point at Boston or Port
land. Accordingly we descended gradiially,
but before we got within a thousand feet of
the earth, we found a most terrific gale sweep
ing along below. The woods roared like a
host of Niagaras, the surface of the earth was
filled with clouds of dust, and I told my friends
certain destruction awaited us if we should
touch the earth in that tornado. The huge
"Atlantic" was making a terrific sweep
earthward ; already were we near the tops of
the trees of a tall forest, and I cried out some
what excitedly, "for God's sake, heave over
board anything you can lay your hands on,
La Mountain ," and in another moment he
responded "all right," standing on the side
of the boat with a shaft and wheels, inten
ded for the working of the fan wheels, ready
to heave it over should it become necessary.
Mr. Hyde looked up to my car, and very
solemnly said, "This is an exciting time,
Professor. What shall we do ?" "Trust to
Pr3vidence and all our energies," said I.—
We were fast running on to Lake Ontario,
and oh ! how terribly it was foaming, moan
ing and howling. I said "La Mountain, I
have 150 pounds of ballast in my car yet, and
a heavy valise, an Express bag, (sent to the
U. S. Express Company's office in Broadway,
New York,) and a lot of provisions."
"Well, if that won't do, I will cut up the
boat for ballast, and we can keep above water
until we reach the opposite shore," which
was near a hundred miles off in the direction
we were then going.
Here I handed my ballast down to La Moun
tain, as we were rapidly mounting above the
terrific gale, believing that by that course we
should at least get out of its main track.
Everything now indicated that we should
perish in the water or on the land; and our
only salvation was to keep afloat until we got
out of the gale, if we could. I said, "You
must all get into the basket, if you want to
he saved, should we ever reach the land.—
And I truly tell you that the perils of the
land are even more terrible than those of the
water, with our machines ; and that it would
be easier to meet death by drowning than to
have our bodies mangld by dashing against
rocks and trees." By this time Mr. Gager
and Hyde had clambered into the basket
with me. Mr. Hyde said very coolly, "I am
prepared to die, but I would ✓ rather die on
land than in the water." I said, "What do
you say, Mr. Gager? lie replied, " I would
rather meet it on land ; but do as you think
best." Mr. La Mountain was busily en
gaged in collecting what he could for ballast.
Everything was now valuable to us that had
weight. Our carpet-bags, our instruments,
the Express bag, our provisions, were all
ready to go, and go they did, one after anoth
er, until we were reduced to the Express bag
—that went overboard last.
We now described the shore forty miles
ahead, peering between a sombre bank of
clouds and the water horizon, but we were
swooping at a fearful rate upon the turbulent
water, and, in another moment, crash went
the boat upon the water sideways, staving in
two planks, and - giving, our whole craft two
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fearful jerks by two succeeding waves. La
Mountain stuck to the boat like a hero, but
lost his hat, and got a dash of the waves, but
soon recovered and threw over the Express
bag and the last remaining ballast, and cried
out, "Be easy, gentlemen, I'll have her afloat
once more." In another moment we were up
a few hundred feet again, and the steam pro
peller Young America was tacking across our
track. I now proposed to swamp the boat
and balloon in the lake, and trust to being
picked up by the Young America, but the
desire was that we should make the shore and
try the land, and as we crossed the bow of
the steamer they gave us a hearty hurrah.—
La Mountain had now cut out of the boat all
that he could, and we were within fifteen
miles of the shore, the gale still raging below.
La Mountain might have remained in the
boat below, and jumped out at the first touch- .
mg the earth, and I saw no impropriety in
that, as then we might have had another hour
or two to wait the lulling of the gale ; hut he ,
I said he would share our fate, and he also
clambered into the basket, just as we were
reaehinc , the land.
• t,
I saw by the swaying to and fro of the lofty
trees into which we must inevitably dash, that
our worst perils were at hand but I still had
a blind hope that we would be saved. I or
dered two men upon the valve rope, and we
struck within a hundred yards of the water,
among some scattered trees, our hook, which
was of inch and a quarter iron, breaking like
I a pipe stem at the first catch of it in a tree,
and we hurling through the tree tops at a
fearful rate. After dashing along this way I
for nearly a mile, crashing and breaking
down trees, we were dashed most fearfully 1
into the boughs of a tall elm, so that the bas
ket swung under and up through the crotch
of the limb, and while the boat had caught
in some of the other branches, and this brought
us too a little, but in another moment the
"Atlantic" puffed up her huge proportions,
and at one swoop away went the limb, basket
and boat into the air a hundred feet, and I
was afraid seine of the crew were impaled
upon the scraps. This limb, about eight
inches thick at the butt, and full of branches,
not weighing less than six or eight hundred
pounds, proved too much for the "Atlantic,"
and it brought her suddenly down upon the
I top of a very tall tree and collapsed her. It
was a fearful plunge, but it left us dangling
between heaven and earth, in the most sor
rowful looking plight of machinery that can
be imagined.
None of us were seriously injured, the
many cords, the strong hoop made of wood
and iron, and the close wicker-work basket
saving us from harm, as long as the machin
ery hung together, and that could not have
lasted two minutes longer.
• We came to the land, or rather tree, of Mr.
T. 0. Whitney, town of Henderson, Jefferson
county, New York.
We will soon have the "Atlantic" rebuilt,
for what, I hope, may prove a more success
ful demonstration of what we proposed to do
on this interesting occasion.
JOHN WISE.
STANWIX HALL, ALBANY ; July 3, 1859.
We were a precious set of fellows at old
Friend Ralph's school some ten years since.
Ralph, our teacher, was a quiet Quaker
gentleman, one who loved his pupils and gov
erned theta after a manner peculiarly his
own. We all loved him, yet our young heads
were always filled with mischievous plans for
troubling the good old man.
Ralph was a single gentleman, and old
Peggy, his housekeeper, ruled with undispu
ted sway in-door. We all loved good Peggy,
too, but her pies we loved still better•; and
when, for an instant, the little cupboard in
the kitchen entry was left ajar, we took ad
vantage of it instanter. Our frequent visits
were discovered and reported to old Ralph,
who said nothing more than, "Let the young
lads eat until it pazneth them." And we did
eat until Peggy hired the carpenter to put a
new lock on the cupboard-door, and our feas
ting was over.
Three weeks passed away, and one day
Peggy made a fine batch of pies. We sighed
feelingly as we watched the good dame care
fully lock the door, that shut us from the
feast. We could not sleep that night while
beneath our room lay shelves of pumpkin-pies.
" Jim," said my room-mate, "make haste
and dress ;we will have a feast yet. An ides
has struck me. You know the flooring of
our room is rickety, and the closet is just be
neath us. Now as there is but a single floor,
we can easily lift the boards and get into the
closet. Yon are the lightest—so you must go
down and pass up the fixins !" With this in
formation, I prepared to descend into the
closet, my chum having lifted, with some
trouble, a narrow board in the floor of our
chamber. Down I went, safely at first, but
an unlucky slip caused me to land on a large
pudding which besmeared me in an uncom
fortable manner.
" Here, Bill, you thief !" I loudly whis
pered, as I passed up a pie, "take this one,
and stand by for another." But no hand
was . put out to take the pie, while I thought
the door of our room grated upon its hinges.—
"Bill,you rascal, why don't you take the pie?"
whispered I again. Soon a hand was thrust
into my face, and supposing it to be my
friend's, I put the pie into the band. Soon
the hand was thrust into my face again. In
the highest glee, I cried out :
" You pig ! how many pies can you eat?"
" All was the low response.
"And you shall have all if they are geta
ble," was my ready response.
Pie after pie was passed up—there were
eighteen in all.
" There is not another one down here, Bill,"
I softly said.
" Then thee mayest come up, James, and
we will eat them," was the startling response
that came to my ears.
As I crawled out of the cupboard, old Ralph
stood before me with the last pie in his hand.
Beside him, trembling, stood my chum, and
I discovered to my shame that Is had passed
up all the pies, not to my room mate, but to
my teacher, Ralph.—Boston Olive Branch.
Editor and Proprietor.
Reminiscence of School Life
BY .11ENDOZA
THE LATE ELECTION.—We are unable to
inform our readers how many delegates the
Democratic party has elected to the Constitu
tional Convention, but sufficient is known to
' show that they have the power to procure the
formation of a white man's Constitution, ex
cluding from the future State free negroes as
well as slaves, This will give white men the
full benefit of the free labor system. Besides,
when it is known that white men will not bo
compelled to labor side by side with negroes,
as they will not, if all are excluded, white la
boring men and women will emigrate to the
State and fully supply the demand. Only
such a Constitution can be ratified by our
people.
From the result of the late election, it is
clear that nearly, if not quite, every county
in the Territory will cast a Democratic ma
jority at our succeeding elections. Let the
Democracy of our county perfect their county
organizations. Township clubs should be or
ganized, and Democrats induced to subscribe
for Democratic papers.
Every territory that has ever entered the
Union has done so as a Democratic State, and
Kansas is about to enjoy the same honor.—
Leavenworth (Kansas) Hational Democrat,
NO, 3,
The following is a list of the immortal
Signers of the Declaration of Independence,
with their places of birth and their profes-
sions:—
Josiah Bartlett, born at Amesbury, Mass.,
Nov. 1729, physician.
William Whipple, born in Kittery, Maine,
sailor.
_ .
Matthew Thornton, born in Ireland, 1.'741,
physician.
John Hancock, born in Quincy, Mass.,
1737, physician.
Samuel Adams, born in Boston, 1722, mer
chant.
John Adams, born at Quincy, Mass., 1735,
lawyer.
Robert Treat Paine, born' at Roston, 1732,
lawyer.
Eldridge Gerry, born at Marblehead, Mass.,
1744, merchant.
Stephen Hopkins, born at Providence, R.
1., 1707, merchant.
Ellery, born at Newport, R. 1.,
1727, lawyer.
Roger Sherman, born at Newton, Mass.,
1721, shoemaker.
William Wilkins, born in Connecticut,
1731, gentleman.
Oliver Wolcott, born in Connecticut, 1721,
physician.
- William Floyd, born at Long Island, N.
"Y., 1724, farmer.
Philip Livingston, born at Albany, N. Y.,
1716, merchant.
Francis Lewis, born at Landaff, Wales,
1731, gentleman.
Lewis Morris, born at liarlam, N. Y., 1726,
farmer.
Richard Stockton, born at Princeton; N. J.,
1730, lawyer.
John Witherspoon, born at Edinburg, Scot
land, 1722, minister.
Francis Hopkins, barn at Philadelphia, -
1734, lawyer.
John Hart, born in Huntingdon county,
Pa., farmer.
Abraham Clark, born at Elizabethtown,
N. J., 1730, lawyer. . .
Robert Morris, born in England, 1734,
merchant.
Benjamin Rush, born in Byberry, Pa.,
17 5, physician.
Benjamin Franklin, born in Boston, 1705;
printer.
John Morton, born in Ridley, Pa., 1724,
surveyor. _ .
George Clymer, born at Philadelphia, 1730,
merchant.
James Smith, born in Ireland, 1715, lawyer.
George Taylor, born in Ireland, 1716; phy
sician. .
James Wilson, born in Scotland, gentleina.n.
George Ross, burn in Newcastle, De1.,1'730,
lawyer. ,
Ctesar Rodney, born at Dover, Da, 1730,
gentleman.
George Reed, born in Maryland, 1734,
lawyer.
Thomas McKean, born in Chester county,
Pa.,1730, lawyer.
amuel Chase, born iu Maryland, 1741,
lawyer.
William Paco, born in Maryland, 1740,
lawyer.
Thonras Stone, born at Puinton, Maryland,
1734, lawyer.
Charles Carroll, of Carrollton, born at An
napolis, Md., 1737, lawyer.
George Wythe, born on Chesapeake Bay,
1726, lawyer.
Richard Henry Lee, born in Virginia, 1732,
soldier.
Thomas Jefferson, born in Virginia, 1743;
lawyer.
Benjamin Harrison, born at Berkley, Vir
ginia, farmer.
Thomas Nelson, Jr., born in York', Vir
ginia, 1738, gentleman.
Francis Lightfoot Lee, born in Virginia,
1734, farmer.
Carter Braxton, born in Virginia; 1726,
gentleman.
William Hooper, born in Boston,• 1742,
lawyer.
Joseph Hewes, born in Kingston - , N. - J.,
1730, lawyer.
John Penn, born in Virginia, 1741, lawyer.
Edward Rutledge, born at
. Charleston,• S.
C., 1745, lawyer.
Thomas Lynch, Jr., born in South Caroli
na, 1740, lawyer.
Thomas Haywood, born in South Carolina,
1745, lawyer.
Arthur Middletown, born in South Caro
lina, 1743, lawyer.
Button Gwiunet, England, 1732, - merchant.
George Walton, born in Virginia, 1740,
lawyer.
Lyman Hall, born in Wallingford, Con
necticut, 1721, physician.
Samuel Huntington, born in Connecticut,
1732, farmer.
Ale". The following is a pretty good bur
lesque on the patent medicine advertisements
of the day :
Oil of brickbats and compound unadultera
ted concentrated syrup of paving stones,man
ufactured only by Dr. Ilumbugbas
belly, and sold only by his regular authorized
agents. Beware of counterfeits.
Dr. Hollowbelly—Dear Sir : I kicked . the
bucket last night, but while tho undertaker
was placing me in the coffin, a vial; of your
Essential Oil burst in his pocket and stream
ed down into my face—l opened my eyes,
sneezed, and then got up.
The shroud having received a portionof the
oil, instantly took root in the floor and ex
panded into beautiful cotton stalks, each fil
led with bursting pods ; the coffin rose on
one end, sprouted forth shoots, and grew into
a magnificent mahogany tree, which burst off
the roof of my house and wafted into the eve
ning breeze its luxuriating branches, amid
which the monkeys chattered and the parrots
fluttered their fanning wings.
TTUOTIIT TICSERBERRY•
The Immortal Fifty-six
CERTIFICATE