O fTITn T»n»mnin« % # SH)L. 37. IQgggfc. $o 1 1 icn l. t>jU ' BY THOMAS DUHK ENULIIII BEK BOLT. V^-* ,l - vr lDon , il , •,Tfirpreianca a blessing, thy frlomlship a truth, ~..BsnJloli Wilie'enli sea gale. ,4''ME, MISS MOLLY MALONE* MEB Ail— ” Meet me by Moonlight," 'Wj'tr):. • Molly Mftlonn, • and I’ll tell you n tele, ami don't come alone. , Bring a jug of thy matter's strong ale, ofcntd bucfaml bread, • Balnil or ciicmriber green, fond. or a nicking pigs head, ■ ,0 l ov,, *icst ever was soon. meet me, Mnw Mully Rlalimn. Meet me,. b sparing libdil cm few bc«lo«a. Etonian*. icrolc struggle of the modern Grooki ico, when the heart of every liberal world wan boating with anxiety for patriot*, the defenders of Missolnnghl ica leaguered by a powerful Turkish ni cannon had broached thcii walls; the them had been mined by llicir ontngo* imtinilion was about exhausted; their accumulating on their hands, and Hn lo llio horror of their situation, famine , the face. Yet there was nothing left {o struggle to Iho last, for the foe was SM&Rdiir, fthd capsulation would only bring death *nd a servitude worse than death to the 5,.‘ . ruins of an old church, n council of war, * was assembled by torch IlghU— > V. ‘ ’ IKoil BbstsrtS) the oldest living member of nn heroic Iftmilyy cHsllnguiHlicd in tho annals of Greece, llio , ' dairljiroli of Missolonghi, presided at the coun around him were tho wild.and hag* '.frfrdffftfikbft Warriors clad in tho picturesque garb Sumo wero gray-huirod and boAed'^lfa^dge—others In tho flower of-manhood, or (ha>tytft l &r-youlh l but all boro traces andsafferjdtr / • Tho’pstrlafch, with a trembling voice, counselled might arrive—ho li.id no positive Wdvlcciibot'ilill hope and filth whispered in his oar. .Id lha jmlbeUted stale crf'tho garniun, fighting Was no longer ipiiieilcabhs ■ ■Dem4(riUa»Pallicuria, a young SulSotc, sprang to hit ftel'lWHsrtiho patriarch had concluded. ’ ' ho, energetically ; 44 1 grieve to But you aro old. Tho snows of rest on your venerable head. Res ign»tl(lO«“«fifif|Uude--inurtyrdom--arb the inspiration wo of hotter blood cannot brook •lha*6oWsb>-fodKcounsel. What! shall wo, in the fldsMr!of*U(o r i»lth arms In our hands, sit flora and starve 10 death like ruts in a dungeon? Forbid il, Hoavjetvt'. -Fbrbld it, our ancestral fume 1 Tho mem ory of Marathon, of Platan, of Thermopylae, speaks to us a different counsel. Our ammunition is al. snosl gbno—but wo have yet our good swords. Our ■atificsiori ihad nn other weapons. With these wo jnay'gat.obr way through the ranks of Osman; and •opda a 'pain for our aged and our women to liberty •knd lift/ My voice then is for a sortie. Let us take of the cross and this very night • : ;wiih^ / ,lhe foe. Your relative,,tho noble Marco, ; (Talb'kfidied in such an attack, tat ho died in the Uomcmher tluivlalhcr." .. lnan, in a foreign uniform, followed Do* ; - Gerald Falconer was nn American of ', ..\*WMtpirwfalo had abandoned llio luxuries and endear* ' wTuorfto, to devote his sword and fortune to t '■TOtf’OfmwOatiso, The friend of Demetrius, he ahar* -hit Opinions, and defended them eloquently.— 'TBe*»Tilp wie decided upon,and tho council of war 1 l; hair on hour, a small but resolute band iwta collected in the shadow of lliu ruined chufoh, i rtbat-,thty i’.vußl bulwark against the glorious ; now beginning to bo lighted by the triiytr of the full and rising moon. Tho 4»dlmv brabse breathed through groves of olive and unyJil«tAhd, ejad)o laden with tho sweet perfume of ! ’flowof*. 1 It' was a night for lovers to walk arm in «ia a night fur quiet converse—for peaceful •obalomplftlion—tyranny had willed It to be a night , ‘ ttlMAMUift. ~ ' , i whispered to his young friend t “I i .- botrnihod, my beloved Ida, but I , If I should fall in tho skirmish of survivo mo, seek her out, 1 pray l * ,Dl my li>"l thoughts wore of her. , Moreyou ore ilch and independant, Ida ija e her parents perished in this strug* gle. WlißwjHyn gone, she will have no one to oaro | for hor«.3.(£rm|ffe mo, that you will soolho her bro kep will remove her from this scene i, af her to your happy land. There, 1,1 abo.tqayccwto weep—happy she can never be \whl(e fho mo." grasped the hand of his friend end gave ihlm th'o rpqulred promise. Demetrius thanked him j land turned to Kfa command. f* •*Forward, broihron," ho said, "Every moment , is precious. .Tread silently—and keep in my foot , , iitepa—when the moment is arrived, I will' give you I ''l : the aigniUoilriko homo. March 1" | '■.j ! ' Silently and swifily the little band of heroes, led lC fo. Dematyliis and Gerald, issued from o crumbling . ferMOhjand keeping in t(ie shadow of (roes, and the R the ground, approached the Turkish camp. Their aUcmpt waa. so daring that n 0 eton had bean pado againat aurpnac. No acnimol was there to challenge. They burst upon lh " r '"c mlca as anoxpcoicdly as lightning somcUmca elroamß from o* single cloud upon a summer s any, . • At once nll’was uproar and confusion in iho camp. Horsemen sprang lo Iho saddle but half dud .and, armed—lnfonlry collected in confused groups—aril I (crisis rushed lo their cumbrous cannon, halt awake end bewildered—tambours, symbols and horns sud denly, broke the stillness of the night—and smothered groans attested tho fatal fury of tlio onslaught of the Greeks. In the midst of the battle, a rocket fired by the hand of Gerald, mounted to the, zenith like a shooting star, and. then exploding scattered its crim son sparkles all over the face of heaven. Il was a token lo Missolonghi of Iho success of the sortie, and tyarned Che Inhabitants lo follow the path of the victorious' troops, and pass thrbugh the -Turkish camp. Striking; down a man at-every blow, Demetrius cut bia way to tbe lent of the Pacha, intending to surprise and slay him..’ But the Turk had been too prompt. At tho first sound of alarm, he had vaulted Into the saddle of. his Arab steed, and summoning the. faithful by his powerful voice, rushed to tho charge and rolled back tho lido of battle. •'Forward, stilt forward, v ’ ' Man followed oh ihan, . ' . While his hnrse-tnlls wero dashing After In the van." 1 Tho shouts of ••Allah!” end ••BismUlah!” rent 1 the air. Before tho devoted .Greeks rose a tumbling sea of while turbans, lit by the Bashing blades of . scimetars, while on their flanks poured an irregular but deadly volley from tho Turkish infantry. Tho s standard of tho Cross was captured,and the little ' band of patriots, after fighting till all hope was lost, wero driven into Mtssolonght. which the Turks all j but succeeded in entering. The old men, women and children, who wero preparing to fly, filled the air with lamentations os llreir last hope vanished. Demetrius .sought tho. patriarch, and throwing down bofoie him tho fragment of his shattered blade, said, sadly: “Father. ! have sought'death, but’l'have not found it. When the standard was captured, I could fain have thrown away my life, but 1 was borne off in the tide of fugitives, and saved against my will.” ••My child,”, said tho old man, ” murmur not against.the decrees of Heaven. Tho best of us can only do his utmost—tho result is with a higher pow er than man's will. .Go to thy betrothed—she needs thy presence doubtless—she, at least, will not grlcvo at tho failure of tliv suicidal project.” Mounwhilclho Pacha was sealed in his tent upon a pile of cushions. An alabaster lamp lighted tho rich interior of his military dwelling. 11b had laved the'btoed stains from his hands; his faithful sclmc tar had. been removed to its jewelled scabbard, and now, with tho. ombcr moulh.pioce of lus cbibook applied to bis Ups, ho was quickly inhaling and ox. pelting wroallia of fragrant smoko, musing perhaps on tho delights of that paradise to which his fidelity to the cause of the'Prophet had given him such an incontestable claim. •* Well, Hassan,” ho said, addressing an officer, who was standing respectfully before him, with his arms folded over his glittering vest, “Ihinkcsl thou the infidel dogs will renew their attack?” , •• No, Pacha ! wc have thorn enged now —their falo Is in your hands. But what shall bo done with the prisoners?” . ‘( They ajl/dic, by tbs board of Jjie‘Prop*\ot} At tho hour of lilgh noon to morrow, see that their heads are stricken from their shoulders. They will bo on acceptable present to the commander of tho faithful.' -So may all (ho foes of tho Sutlan poriah !” « And muat all die 7” •‘ All? Yes. Why this question?” »• Because there tar ono whoso extreme youth ♦• I said oh, Hassan," replied tho Pacha. ” Bui 1 confess I should like to see tho being who could move your pity." . ~ , •• Shall 1 bring him before your highness 7 •* Ayo.” Hassan inclined'reverently and disappeared, but soon returned bringing a Greek boy of slight and graceful figure and exceeding beauty. “ Slovo I” cried tho.Pacha, us the boy stood erect and with folded arms, before him, •* where is your rcyoronco 5 know you in whom presence you stand?” Tho beautiful lip of the boy ourlod with a scornful smite.' »• 1 am no stave,” ho answered, »• though a captive. I never quail nr sloop before tho face of man.„ Do I know you? Yes—l knew you as (ho assatsin of my race—(he oppressor of my countrymen.” •* Infidel dog!” said tho Pacha.’ ” know you the Tule reserved Tor you ?” M 1 know not—l am a prisoner of war taken wii arms In my hands—you may perhaps shoot me." “Wo do not'shoot rebels,” replied tho Pacha. * « li is a waste of ammunition. ■ No! there is a keen* or way of solving tho mystery. That fair nock and I|tc edge of tho-sciinctor will be made acquainted to-morrow. Then thy body will bo stripped and ox. posed on tho public •highway till tho hungry dogs devour it.” ■ A sudden* paleness overspread tho face of tho Greek—liis dark fyo closed, and ho would havo fal len, hud not Hasson caught him in his.arms. “Your highness!” ho exclaimed—“ this is no boy—it is a woman.” “Ah I” cried tho Pseha with kindling eyes.— .»you are right—and a woman fit to bo the light of the Saltan’s harem. Out for my vow—but that ! hodewprn that'all tho prisoners should die* I would reserve her for myself. Put she revives.” Tho Greek girl for such stio was, recovered (ho use of her faculties, and pushing Hassan aside; stood crcclhgain and nerved’ herself for tho termination of tho interview. •“ You have betrayed yourself, fair ihfidol,” said tho Pacha, in a milder tone than ho had before as sumed. “Tho fear of death was 100 much for yodr nerves.” ... “ You shall aoo lhal 1 know how to moot it w tho firmness of a man. Ida of Athens is equal to her lalo.’* , . “Now, by the board of the Prophet I this is glo* rious news!** cried the Pacha. “Thou .ort the bo* trothod of (ho dog Demetrius, tho loader of last night’s onslaughts Wort thou ns benuleous ns the Prophet's Idvoliesl.hoiiri, thou shoutd'st die. Away with'hor', Hussan; Tho prisoners die at noon—ro* member.** “ To hoar is to obey,** was tho answer of Hasson, as ho led tho unfortunate Ida from tho Pacha's pros once. At tho approach of the appointed Hour, in tho denlko of a square of Turkish infantry and cavalry, and in tho presence of tho Pacha and his mounted staff, a, block was prepared, attended by ati oxccu* tioner bearing a ponderous solmelar, the Instrument of dosth. Within-tho square, and on the left of the executioner, stood (bo handful of doomed Greeks, among whom Ida was conspicuous by tho beauty of her features, her dross, and nor heroic bearing. Defora the executioner had received his orders (a commence his savage work, (ho sound of a bugle Was hoard, and an officer, advancing to tho Pacha, announced tho arrival of two messengers i>om Mis. solonghi, (ho bearers of a flag of truce. Tho Pacha immediately ordered them to be sot before him; and In obedienoo to tho command, Demetrius and Gerald, mounted on flno horses, rode up to tho Turkish com. mander. A faint cry escaped ilia )jp* of Ida aa she recognized her lover. •• Pacha, *’ said the latter, VI oomo to treat with you for the ransom of yon boy." * Tho Pacha ainilod bitterly. •> • “ What Interest," ho aaked, “ do you fool in that— that boy?" u Ho is tho son of a friend," faltered Demetrius j m I would fain save him for his father’s sake." " You will bo sorry to lesrn, then," said (he Paoho, coldly, V lhal on the hour of noon ho dies. Dog of an iofldel!" he oddod'fleroolv,do not think to blind me. Vqn is no boy—lt is Ida of Athens—your be* trulhed/ Hal hsl am 1 not avenged?" “Pacha!*.' cried Demetrius, ap the cold drops of I f3°ey stood vpon !>)• brow, " you know me well; I CARLISLE, PA,, THU. «m youf deadliest enemy—the sworn foo In iha chics of. minarols liio Moslem mothers are yd weeping l for their first born, slain by the sword of Demetrius., Only last night I mode your bravest, bite ilia dust,‘and ovoii yet my .leadership may savo Missolonghi. Well—l. offer you that hated life.— Liberate yon captive, and receive mo in her place. 1 * “ Pacha ! bd'firm! listen not to his proposal?” cried Ida. . “ I hate thco, Greek dog I’V.answered tho racha, through his set teeth, '•* but year‘death' olono is in-: sufficient to satisfy that hate. I would not hdvb | thoo die till thou hast quaffed tho cop of misery to | ils dicgs. Tho moans of wringing that proud soul : Is in my‘power. Your beloved dies;_ Remain and] witness; her death, or go back to Missolonghi and tell them when’llio shadows begin-to fall to the oast, Ida of Alhcns is no more.” ••At least,”said Demetrius, “you will permitptyj last word to the prisoner?” ' “ Granted” said tho Pocha, ‘‘for it will only add to the agony of both* But. bo brief.” , ' At a motion of his hand the ranks opened, and. Demetrius rode Into tho hollow square;, ! . “Ida,” ho said, in a molanoholyvoice, ‘‘our days of happiness are numbered: Greece, I fear, is fallen —our dream of fcHcily’and'glorjr. Is oxpelled.j-I came here to die for you.” • - «.i-» “ I could not have purchased life at such a sacri fice,” replied Ida. “ Go, dca rest, wo shall meet in a I bettor world. Go and tell them ot Missolonghi that I Ida is happy in dying for her country.” J “Ida! there is ono.hope,” whispered; Demetrius. “This barb Is fleet as tho very winds of hcnvon ; — Your foot and sinews are light as tho, gazelle's.— Spring up behind mo and away! They con but kill us—and it will bo so sweet ,to die.together.” In an instant tho lithe Grcek glrT the i horse, her arms around her • With tho bound of k panther the fleet animal* sprang forward with bis.doubla burthen. Gerald was beside them. 4 « ,k “Fire!” shouts tho Pacha, rising.ln his stirrups, as ho headed the-pursuit. ' A : rattling volley of musketry instantly followed (ho command, but tho confusion of and tho bounds of tho flying horses disconcerted their aim. Winged os the wind, the .Greek horses sped, upon their way, and the lovers and;their friepd.were soon in Missolonghi. , V V- u t j That night, in the same ruined church .which Had been the scene of tho council of war, the patriarch' united the hondsof Demetrius arid - , Ida, before the ruined altar. The cercmony'was brief and suited to ibo‘crisis. The bridcgroom-was.armed to tho tooth, and the bride, unveiled and unadorned .wore yet her Amazonian attire. A yaloghah hung by her sldo, and a brack of pistols were stu6k in the sllkon sash, that encircled her slender waist, , \ . * « The gales of ssjd lq6 patriarch; “the foe will-soon jo'nler. ’Go,all’yon, who are yet able to meet thenV.-.YoUr only hope is to chi a way through, their ranks with your good swords—to remain is to perish.”, I - Bat you, father—wlrsl ls : reserved for you?” asked Demetrius, anxiously/!.'* J. -'V “ Tho crown of martyrdom t replied lbs old mam • ‘. ... ■“Ccmo with us?” cried Ido'. ’“Wo will place you on a borso and bear you oft’ in safely.” “Daughter,” replied the old man, “it wore vain, i am tottering on tho brink of tho grave—the effort alone would kill me. Leave ino htVc—tho church where. 1 worshipped os a I havo mln-J Istorcd us a priut.'iathb BozJ zaris. Farewell, my children,, and may Heaven bless yton.” . ' „ . Tho clash ofarms interrupted further romonslanee., Demetrius and Gerald mounted their steeds, placing I Ida on another horse between them. Tluks disposed, 1 and surrounded by devoted friends, they rushed to moot the advancing foe, now pouring into MUaolon. ghi through tho open gale. A furious battle ensued, but tho handful of Greeks cut their way out into the open country. . ~ . . . Meanwhile tho infuriated Moslem Inundated the city. A few, wlio, like the patriarch, had refused to quit tho place, retired fighting to the church, when they ranged themselves with their venerable leader, before the ruined altar. «»Dravoly done, my friends,” said tho.patnarch.— “Wo have done our utmost—wd havo struggled to tho lost—another blow is vain. Hither come the oppressors and destroyers of our nation, 10-sacrifice us ol tho altar of our faith. And hero they shall meet their reword. • In the vault of this church lies a store of guhpowder. ’ Behold, the match is burning In my hand—tho train lies at my feel. Lot us com mend our souls to. Heaven—our hour has come.” Tho patriarch and his followers were still kneel* ing, when the Pacha and a portion of his troops burst into tho church. “Kill every man!” shotiicd tho fierce Moslem.— «Spare neither youth nor gray hairs, but destroy them utterly, in tho nome of the Prophet.” Tho church was filled with savago men—rank on rank rlishcd into tho sacred enclosure—even some of Ihospahis pushing their snorting horses forward to their thirst for, blood. • . • At this moment of anticipated triumph, tho Greeks rose from their kneeling altitude—a spark of fire gleamed at the altar’s foot—a rushing sound ensued, (hen an awful burst of) subterranean thunder, hurl* Ing victor and vanquished, Musselman and Chris* tlan, priest and soldier, to destrhetlon. Demetrius and Ida had turned to look their last upon lhclr lata abode, when tho earth shook boneoth beneath them with sudden thunder, and.a vast vol ume of smoke and flume, filled with fragment*, ma teriel ond human, told tho awful story of the patri arch's vengeance. ■ , “Now there is nothing led-to linger for, said Gerald.. “Ride forward, my dear friends. Misab longhl has fallen, but her foes havo perished.” Often did Demetrius and Ida, when sealed at tho hospitable fireside of General Falconer, recur to thli toono, and when, after tho battle of Navarlno, they returned to their country, they erected a simple but striking monument to tho memory of the Patriarch of Missolonghl. jßtsccltancoua. NopoUonU Advice to n Young American* You soon depart fur tho Western, and 1 for the Eastern hemisphere. A new nareor of action is now opened before mo, and I hope to unite my name with new and great events and with the un rivalled greatness of. the republic, you go to unite yourself once more with n people among whom I behold at once the simple manners of tho first ages of Homo, and luxury of her decline—whore 1 see Uio taste, the .sensibility and science of Athens, with her factions, and the valour of Spar la, without her discipline. As a cflixen of the world,! would address your country In tho fol lowing language—Every man and every nation Is ambitious, and ambition grows with power as the blaze of a vertical sun Is the most fierce. Cher ish, therefore, a national strength—strengthen your political institutions—remember that armies and navies are of tho same use in tho world as the police of London or Purls, and soldiers are not mado like pollers vessels in n minute—cultivate union or your Empire will be like n colossus of gold, fallen on (he earth, broken In pieces, and the prey of foreign and domestic Saracens. If you efe wise, your republic will bo permanent—and perhaps Washington will bo hailed as the founder of a glorious ana .happy Empire, when the name of Bonaparte shall be observed by succeeding rev olutions, ‘ * Blowing Glam.— Tho socreltfblowlng great glaee bubbles, tike the decanter which tho French intend to exhibit slihe World's Fair,'consists simply in mois tening tho mutitli with a little water before blowing. Tho water is converted, in the Ulerior of the drop, Into steam, which vastly aids the breath to extending the dimensions of the •' bell.” *lti !SDAY, MAY m, 1851. THE MAN WHO WON THE ULADESSBUUG . RACES* V v D,ttrln" the last war with Groat Britain, there resided, in Baltimore county, Maryland,,a queer specimen of the gcnus.homo* whom I. shall .name HcctOl*—a consequential man, (in his own osti motion,) being the village post-master, inn keep er; alrtd magistrate; and withal a very bravo man, that is when ho was out of tho immediate vicinity of danger. - lima tho British were known to be on trtoOti|nbh to Washington, and it was the desire to intercept them at a village this time as the scene of the Bladens- Our hero “ screwed up hie courage l° tugsticking point,” and raised a Company of of which he was unanimously elected 1 cnplalta. A braver man was never seen in them digging “He wa’ani goin’ to let one of the pes- 1 ky catmints escape to tell the tale—the-greater etafnal game cock of creation should crow over the British Lion I** So armed in all ; ; **;Tbe quality, pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious •, i • war,” he ftorc'hed-to tho strife. .. ’./As’fyl-luck would have it, a short Ijieir arrival, his company was sent out on a s'o'out. 3'bey hhd not proceeded far, when, on emerging from a piece of woods, he discovered a small par ly of the enemy, though at a considerable dis tance. Horror and dismay seized the valiant Hector—his courage vanished like the dew before the sun—and in a voice scarcely audible from fear, ha faintly articulated: . -“Take, to the woods,.quick-cover my retreat if 1 am kill you aro lost I” He did not wail to soo his order obeyed, but dashed oil' in the direction-of home'like a quarter horse. Over ditches and fences, through hedges and brambles—now skulking among some under 'brush in the woods—at another time striking across.a field—ho ran thus for hours, never once turning his head, and thinking that the whole British, army were at his heels, until at last, springing over a low hedge, hjs muson’i-mcnllon ’oms became entangled in the briars. At this crij&al - moment, when striving hard to oxtricMo himself from this peculiarly perplexing predica ment, a certain long eared animal in a held near a loud guffaw* Ho fuh like selling out below cost; and without daring to look behind, he cried in piteous accents; “Oh, Mr. Brilishman, don’t shoot—jisl only fet’mo off this lime, on the honor of a magistrate, lMl*never do so any more !—-Oh—” , ■' But the remainder of his appeal, although it might have been lender enough to havemelled tho lieglfl of a brickbat, was smothered In mud for ho Vehl over tho hedge into a deep hog bnrtd. Ho struggled out as best ho could, and then (pf the.first limb discovered that there was . /ip enemy ia pursuit. Ho set his wits to work to • a plan to get “ rid of the ridicule” of Ilia neighbors at home; for he firmly believed that he w|b the only man of his company left, think ing v ’ ■ j ■; "Tlmy had sank to real. By all their couiitry'«wUlic« blest.” After cogitating on the subject, ha at last hit iUpgnt*iitlßO»'whiph he Immediately carried into than I to fife three balls through hia hat. Having per formed this feat ho marched-into, tho village, where a crowd soon collected about him, eager to hear tho particulars of the battle. He mounted a store bos, and harrahgued his audience, giving, them n thrilling account of (ho fight, telling them, that he fought until he saw his last man fall dead I at his side; and ended by showing his hat p.erfur- 1 ated with balls. . , . • Now, this was all very well so faros it went; bulalab! •» for the mutability of human affairs,” the nest day his company arrived safe and sound, and “ let the cat cut of the bag.”. After this, things began to get too hot for him —he was pointed ft as. the man who won the Bta • densburg races* and in a sliorl time ho pulled, up slicks and removed.to parts unknown. Beauty of tho Australian Climate* Night in Australia! How Impossible tu de scribe its beauty! Heaven seems, in that new world, bo much nearer on earth! Every star stands out so bright and so particular, as if fresh from the time when tho Maker willed it. Am) the moon liken large silvery sun—the least ob jection Which it shines so distinct and so still. •*! havo frequently,* 1 SQVsMr. Wilkinson, iri his valuable work upon at once.so graphic and so practical, “been oh a journey in such a eight, and while allowing my horse his own time to walk along tho road, have solaced myself hy reading in the still bright moonlight.** Now and then a sound breaks the silence, but a sound so much in harmony >vlih the solitude that it only deepens its ,alarms.. Dark! the low cry of the night bird, from yonder glen opild the small gray gleamy rooks.. Hark! ns the nightdeepons, the bark of : tho distant watch-dog, or 1 the low strange howl of his moro savage species, from which he defends the fold. Hark! (he echo catches the sound and (lings it aportily from hill to hill farther ond furthor down till all again is hushed, and the flowers hang noiselessly over your head, as you rido through a grove of giant gum trees. Now the air is literally charged with odors—and the sense of fragrance grows almost painful In its pleasure. You quicken your pace, ond escape again into the open plains and tho full moonlight, and through the slender tea trees catch the gleam mf tho river, the exquisite fineness of the almo-, sphere, hear the soothing sound of its murmur. FRUIT TREES* The “Cultivator” stales that lhanow method of raising trees by planting scions is a great considera tion In the art of obtaining good fruit.' It has many advantages over grading, because it is more expe ditious aad requires no slock or tree. They may bo planted whore they are required to stand, ond tho labor for ono day will bo:sufllolont to plant out enough for a largo orchard after tho scions sro ob tainod. Tho method,-of. preparing tho plant is as follows: “Take (ho scions ns for grafting, and at any time after the first of February, and until the buds begin to glow considerably, and dip each end of the shoot into melted pitch, wax or tajlow, and bury it in (ho ground, the buds uppermost, While the bodies liu In a horizontal position and at tlie depth of two or: throe inches. Wo .are informed thatl/cos.. obtained in this way will boar in four ynars from tho lime of plant, log, Wo have no doubt of (ha practicability of this method of raising fruit. A gentleman in this vicin ity, tho list season, planted about twenty scions of different kinds of poors which appear to flourish.— The composition used by him was melted shoo* maker’s wax. •• Instinct or fit* Turtle.—lt-has been observed that turtles cross.tho ocean from tho Bay of Ilondu. ras to the Cayman Isles, near Jamaica, a distance of 451) miles, with an accuracy superior to,(ho chart and compass of human skill) for it Is affirmed (hat the vessels which havoloel their latitude in hosy westfier hove steered entirely by Uio nose of the tur tle in avylmmlng. The object of their voyage, ee in tho ease of tho migration of birds, Is for the purpose of laying their eggs on a spot peculiarly favorable. —Silhep Stanley on Bird*, Tim plea of “temptation" ip ilia poorest of all apologias for sin; virtue Ir a perfectly neutral , nunihy unlenn exctclocd In the face of temptation. Vi- —HOME. ■ . , ••nnniei 'rty jbyi'ore wwsinr loveiy«r ;• . Joys no-'jlliangeKftearl can'icll.’V. J ' * /[ - ,* M■ M l„(I I ■ v .Wliat a my homo! cn key* of oarlllly^lf^plnesfl.’iWM^brUiifVUorno vvolild bo liken lomplo stripped ofUn^®flant|pJpuiero a father welcomes, with fond kind sympathies comfort in tho hour ofdistrew, and assist ,in every • trial—there a pious mother first (aught the infant lips 16 lisp tho name of Jesus—and there a loved sister dwells, tho companion of early days. , . Truly, if there is aught that is lovely hero below, Ist is home—sweet home! It.is like tho oasis of llm desdrl. The passing of our days, may bo painful— our path may bo checkered by sorrow and care—un kindness and frowns may wither the joyousness, of . the heart, efface tho happy smiles from the brow, . and bedew'life's way with teors—yet, when the ' memory .hovers over the past,there is no place which r it delights to linger as the loved scenes of childhood's home! 'll is the polar star of existence. What cheers the mariner, for away from his native land in. a .foreign port or ,tossed, upon the bounding bil , lows, as he paces the deck at midnight alone—what thoughts fill hir breast 7 Ho is thinking of the loved ones far* away at-his own happy collage; in his mind's eye he sees.tho smiling group seated around the cheerful fireside. In imagination ho hears (hem uniting their voices Iq singing sweet songs which ho loves. Ho Is anticipating, the hour when ho shall return to his native land to greet those absent ones so denr lo his heart. Why rests that deep shade of sadness upon the stranger's brow-os ho scats himself amid the family circle,7. Hois surrounded by, all the'luxuries that wealth can afford ; happy faces gather around him, and strive In vain lo win a smile. Ah! he is think* log of his own sweet homo—of the loved oho ossem blcd wllhln his own cheerful col. . Why those lesrs which steal down the checks of that young and lovely girl, as she mingles In the social circle? Ah! she Is on orphan; she, too had a happy homo—but that home is now forsaken and desolate; Us loved ones are now sleeping in the cold and silent tomb. Tho. gentle mother who watched over her infancy, and hushed her (o sleep with a lul laby, which a mother only can sing, who in girlhood days taught hue bf tho Savior, and tuned her youth ful voice to sing praises to' His name, has gono to tho mansions of jay above, and is mingling her songs, and tuning her golden harp with bright angols heaven. Poor one 1 She is now loft, to tread tho golden path of life, a lonely, homeless wanderer. Thus it Is In this changing world! Tho objects most dear aro snatched.away. Wo are deprived of the.friends whom wo most love, and our cherished homo is rendered desolate. *• Passing away,” is en graven on all things earthly, 'But Micro is a homo that knows no changes, where separations never lake place, where the sorrowing ono of this world may, obtain r elief, for all their griefs, and whore the sighs and tears of earth are exchanged for unending songs ofjoy. This homo is found In heaven. In the sfiadowy past, thbro is one sweet rcminis. cencc which the storms of. life can never wither—it is tho recollection of homo. In tho visioned future, there is one bright star whoso lustre never fades; it is tho hope of homo—of a heavenly homo*—Wusi* cal Visitor. ' 7 Adusirq MASTtas.—VTwo negroes once ogrccd to , v Sambo was (oeurso.hls master (frit; hodldso, and so informed Gumbo, who-siskcd’ him .what bis master said? . . < ; ' . .“Nothing,” said Sambo, “ho never .open be lips.*? Gumbo taking courage from this information, met his master and commenced some insulting language, upon which (ho • master Inflicted a severe drubbing with his esno. Gumbo smarting under his wounds, met Sambo, and said: “Ah you nigga—*you got me into a nice scrapd" “ Why, wlml you do ?” asked Sambo. .« Why,mo mot massa, and before I had said two words, tnossa knock mo down and give mo what ho call an awful flagellation . ‘♦Yaw, yaw," routed Sambo, “ what a.fool nigga y OO be—talk to massa* face'.—lot him hoar you— Sambo too smart for dal—when ho cuss - massa he go to do wonds, fur off, look round, ace nobody near, and den ho toll massa bo mind : freely 1 Bumbo know 100 much to abuse massa to ho face!” A NEWLY DISCOVERED MANURE. The St. Vincent Royal Indies Gazette mentions that a gentleman of (hat Island has sent tu England a quantity of Pozzolona, to havo it tested as cement, and was agreeably surprised to loam that tho chemist who tested it had declared it to be the boat manure dial had ever yet been discovered, and that it was far preferable tu Guano. The gentleman in question was complimented on (lifting a mine of wcollh supe* rior to gold. When it is considered, soya tho Ga zelle, that the island abounds in this valuable sub stance—the best ooment, and, as it now appears, the best manure known, wo cannot refrain from offering our public congratulations on the recent discovery, which must ere long bring groat wealth into tho island by supplying them with an article which must bo much needed by Ilia sugar growers. Pozzolona fram St. Vincent could of course bo supplied hero much cheaper than Guano, and might in cooae quenco of its cheapness bo extensively used. Fkmale Purity.—All tho influence which w k o- , men enjoy in society—theft right to tho free oxer- i clso of that maternal care which forma tho first nnd most indelible species of education; tho wholesome restraint which they possess over the passions of mankind; their power of protecting us when young, and cheering us when old—de pend so entirely upon their personal purity, and the charm which U casts around them, that to In sinuate a doubt of its real value is wilfully to remove tho broadest borner stone on which civil society rests, with aft its alt its com forts. Lines written to a young lady, on being told by her llihl she did not care three skips of a louse for a certain individual: • . V A lady hat toM mo, Ami fn liar own h«n«— TJiat «lio rarrd not for mo Three skip* ofa lou*a, I firjrlvo I/mj dear cron hire For what alia lint tolil. . ’ einco women Will talk Of what ‘runs* In llielr homl."' Battle or New Orleans.— The late' Major Da vczuo stated that, on tho morning after.tho battle of Now Orleans, twelve broiled robins were, placed on tho breakfast table, prepared for General Jackson and his suite, which had boon shot with a rifle, through the head, by oho of the Kentucky Riflemen, who had been in tho conflict; ho hud fired thirteen times, ond missed.hitting ills bird in (ho head, only once! This oircumstunou being soon, known in the neighborhood, a corlificulo of tho fuel was reques. tod and obtained from General Juakson and his aids by the British officers, that, by suob evidence, on their return to England, they might exhibit to their Government tho character of tho onumy at Now Or leans. I* My son, would you suppose that the Lord's prayer could ,bo engraved In a space no larger than the area of a half-dime 7" . “Well, yos.rather, Ifahalfdimo isos Urge.ln everybody's eye as it is.in. yours, 1 think there would bo no difficulty in putting it on about four times."' At e public garden in the suburbs of London, a waiter observing one of hia master's customers bolting before Ills blll waa pald, roared out to .a brother attendant—“ Run, run,- Bub,there's two leas and a glass of brandy and water escaped over iheTeobe— catch ’dm.” The number ,of letters advertised In tho Sacra, menlo Transcript is 19,806. NO.&V-. NEVER TOO OIjD TO The following well aalhentlcated facia will il lustrate the principle that man is never.too ; o|d to learnt- , ‘ Socrates, at an extreme old age, learped to play on musical Instruments. This would Ibosndlcu--. lous for some of tbetkb old mbit in bur city, es pecially If they should lake it into-their heads Id thrum a guitar under a lady’s window, which So crates did not do, but. only learned to play,,upon some instrument of his lime, not a guitar,' for the purpose of resisting the wear and tear of old age,, '• * •- ’ •’ Cato, pt eighty years of age, thought proper to learn the Greek language. Many of oitf yoong men at thirty and forty, have forgotten even the alphabet of a language, the knowledge'of which; was necessary to enter , college, and. whichtwa# made a daily exercise through college, ; A, fine ; comment upon love of .letters, truly,. r ,- , Plutarch, when .between seventy ‘rfnd’ eighty commenced the study of the Latin. Many of our young lawyers, not thirty years of ago,' think that . uiai prius, scire facias, &c., ore English express ions; and if you toll them that a knowledge of the Latin would make them appear a little more , respectable in their professions, they will reply that.they are too old to think of-learning Latin. liocoacio was thirty-five years of age;when ha commenced his studies in polite literature** Yet he became one of the three.great masters pf the Tuscan dialect, Came and Petrarch'bplng the other two. 'There are many among ua ten-yeara younger than Doccacio, who are dying of ennui, and regret that they were note-educated Ida taste of literature, but now they, ore 100 old. Dr» Johnson applied himself to the Dutch lan guage but a few-years before his dplth.Most, of our merchants and,lawyers of twenty-svof thirty, and forty years of age, are obliged, to. to a teacher to translate a business letter written in the French-language, which might be learned In the tenth part of-the time required for the study of the Dutch 5 and all because they are 100 ohl’towarn. Ludovico Monaldesco, at the great age of one one hundred and fifteen, wrote the memoirs of his own times—a singular exertion, noticed /by Vol lairo,.who was himself one of the inost rcmbrka-. ble Instances of the progress of ugo‘ln hswj am -1 dies, : ‘ : ! Franklin did not fully commence his plnlosopli r jcal pursuits till he had reached hja fiftieth year* How many among us of thirty, foiiy, ond^Ay, • who read nothing but newspapers for.the.-.wanl of a taste for natural philosophy! But they,we 100 old to learn. - Accorso, a great lawyer,being askcd'-vrhy ha. began tlio study of law so late, answered - thdv in deed-he began it late, but be should therefore masterit the sooner. This agrees .With ry, that heal,thy old ago gives a man the p,6Wor of accomplishing a difficult study in much Jc*B. t^m o than would bo necessary to one of half nib'years. Dryden, in bis sixty-eighth year, cpmmShced • the translation of the Hind ; and his mostjtleas • ing productions were written'in old ogo.^ ■ An eccentric parson in the Old Dominion who U known by the somewhat unique hamej'of, Ser vant Jones, onco| dined with a Mr. placed beforf hls goest the mortal renjalpSfOf a fowl whose bones funned the debrti of a farmer repast. The parson was called. upsn. tq-ijsk a blessing which he did in the following manner; •• Lotdof love, - Look down pom above, And blriH the Owl! 1 ' 4 ' That atn the fbwl. • Thai left flip bonca ; . For Servant Jonei.** “ Fo« Sail.”*— Thu Lycoming Gaizello pub lishes the following verbatim copy of a handbill, which It says .was posted on a store door in (bal vicinity. It Is decidedly rich. ’Those,'Guinea hens ought to bring o big price ; FOU SAIL IN ‘ * Nippinoz lonship tho follerin of my property by. puhlik oulkrl viznalmlyl Scholeplg I buro. 1 fish sain. 4 braskandelatlcks 4 glnnycn l.halchqnou 20egg, 1 hots wogn und harnesses, 4 empl cyder bails und one rooshter-whldh will he sold on, ft monat credit the oder tiling must be gelt; cause I go.move to muschetcr. Wally dls Schptlogt olso howsole ferneoher. * ' Judge D n witty old follod'i'aAef spend ing an evening with a young.ldwyer whose office was in tho second story of a building, tdojr his departure, and had got half way day down.stairs, when hn stumbled and (ell to the'bottom. ‘The young lawyer' bearing the noise, rushed pul and seeing the Judge lying on his hack at th.ejintium of the stairs, inquired In a lone of great anxiety— “la your honor hurt!” Tho Judge by this? time had regained his feet, and looking up he replied-* “No, but my lege are.” * > A pop. or a FELLOW, who woi sauntering about a country village, saw a pretty face at tht'window of a home, near which a little bny was playing. ♦♦Bub,** said he, “who la that fair Indy looking out?"-' ••♦'Sis,** mvqi the laonnio reply. ♦'Will you tell'mo IT aho Is a mold or a matron?" asked the'exquisite*' “SHo's a lalturess," answered the lad, resuming hts play. Sheridan was never free from poounraTyombat rassmente. As be was one-day hacking hid face with a dull razor, he turned tohls eldest Son,' (who .was a chip of the old block) and said, “Tom, If yon open any more oysters with my razor. I’ll out you off with a shilling.” . “ Very >?ell, f*Micr,” retorted Tom, “but .where will the shilling come from?” •• i \ An old edition of Morse’s Geography .pays— “ Albany has four hundred dwelling houses,twlik two thousand inhabitants all standing wllh lhclf 1 gable ends to the streets.” , s Truth {s not only a plan's ornament* but hi* in strument; it la the great man's glory andiho poor men's stock, A man'* truth is his tfvclihoogthis recommendation, and his letter* of credit; “ How was Adam ejected froiqr Paradiso!" asked'a Sunday eohool teacher recently, of a pu pil. *< Why ho was snaked outl" ‘ The following is a copy of the sign upon an academy fur leaching youth. In dnn ofiho. Wes tern Stales—“ Freeman and Hugge,School Teach ers. Freeman teaches the hoys and Iluggk the girls - v . *i. . i Why is an ill-made oopCh' wheel of bldguarda playing oardat' Becauselt isdbmpoaed of a circle of fellows—-very rough spoken—'with u knave in the centre. ■ , \ The sweetest lowers are -those whidh-thed their odora In quiet nooks and dingier-arid tha purest hearts arp.those whosedeeds, of Jpv.a are dono in solitude and secret. - With love, the heart become* a fhlrand -ftrtllo rardenpwUh eunshlne and warm huefl, Artd s*ba- Ing sweet odors; but.without it» it is a des ert covered with ashes. The receipts of wharfagellio C Kpo.ch la Ihe gin 6t all. but t(io» E hl,lf ,»l of few*. j ■ » *:VV. '-•fi