rap f a§y] 1 s American 881 IMnntccr »< 4 . +« y If: i|||| PUJBY JOKNB BRATTON. |pi| VOL.' 38. poetical. ‘ INDUCEMENTS, Tho'gold fever has broken out afresh since (ho 'arrival of the last steamers with accounts of extra , .Ordinary lumps brought to light by fortunate minors dredging companies, that are scraping up their ; '4 hundreds of thousands from the very beds of the plentiful is ’the precious iriOla), that wo police tiro 'Ban Francisco jewellers have laid a L . iioaSy Wager,as to which ehoH oarvo the most beau £-/ ,Wful miniature steed from a lump of solid gold. But y /of all tho newspaper items that wo ■ have seen, nono ‘equals* the ‘following, which wo lake from, a 1 hua. > *delpl)i& piper, and which wo commend to those San Francisco, May Ist, 1851, ■' •dear frioiul, lo tell the news— - *Tis very strange, I wain you, ;; B»t Ifyou my advice will use, i (Ton’ll come lo California. I've built d house of soljdgoJJ, On my uwit private placer— (lt's pin lined hial like thfi one I sold To old Bquiro Uoublcfaccr.) ■ I rltlo upon n yellow liorsn, Willi shinhid liil mul Itridlfl, -For in a place like tins, of course, To walk would bo too Idle. doth of gold wo’rc all arrayed, :^^Sggpgi r . ;i ; From youngest up to oldest, \. Ami our garden (lowers aro all ono simile, ’ ' Uccausc they grow in gold dust I Bl y bedstead lina four golden posts, - . Willi gold leaf for the "kjvcrs,” ■ And llicro. in summer ihno.J roast, ’i« winter time 1 shivers. winter, when it hails’ or snoua— I almiibl (ear to tell it It is sn strange-each drop contains . I'jjy. 'A little golden pellet! • •!*!l I’liopo, my boy, you’ll come out soon, I know yon can't do lioller— Good liye—thu steamer sails at noon, And 1 must close my loiter. J Cousin Crccsi's. a*; Hn. -v /tfMjiMUhood’s hour I lingered near ’. TI)«il»IIowcil seat with listening ear; . Afiojrifillo words that molhnr would givo To fit roe, to die, mid teach me to Hvo. 'ShertoM mo slmmu would never betide, WIE OLD ARM CHAIR. OV SLIZA COOK. Vi it, I Invp it; and who shall darn thldc me for loving the ola arm chair? treasured it lung as » sainted prise, \dowM it with tears, and embraced it aVt%li sigh’s; 'tnd by a thousand hand* to my heart, is will hronk,.nol n link will start, ' *, to loam tho spell? a mother sat there, wred tiling is that old arm cltair. f j With truth for my creed mid God for my guide; 6ha taught me to lisp my earliest prayer* knelt beside that old arm chair, watched her many n day, ■ * ,cr c y cß K rcw dim and her locks were gray; almorft worshiped ne’e when ahq smiled, - from 'her 111(110*10 bless her child. r,) 'lcd on, h'il the lactone aped— ■•.TOfMaSpiprs were shattered. my earth star fled ; • how much tliu heart con bear, . I bow tier die in that old arm chair. . . ' past I 'lia past 1 hut I gaze on It now. ' ' *PsKw|tn tjiilvurim,' breath, amt throbbing brow; \ there she nursed mu, 'twas’llicru she died* ;,'-)v-Apii memory (lows with lava lido; *&, la folly, nod deem mo weak. 't*. - the scalding drops stall down my cheek* ’ **• * love it, nod cannot Irar a niulhor'a old onn chair. jraCteccllflncotifl. NAPOLBOH AT MOSCOW* subjoin from Headley's work— * Napoloon and ft-'V.’f'hU Marshals”—a brilliant account of the burning of v-'jMoscow* which is well spoken of in tho American ;. V Whig Review os superior even to Croly’a picture in ’ • t Salalhlol,” of (ho conflagration of Rome. Hoad . : lleyVdcsorlplivo powers have rarely, if over, been .surpassed. .... •/, , «Aiisnglh, Moscow, with its domes atid lowers bu_ andplaces, appeared in sight, and Napoleon, who tho advanced guard, gazed long and fuMy on that goal of his wishes. Murat went pb/-^&s*?d,p n d entered tho gates with his splendid cav. but as ho passed through tho streets ho was ;i‘ . ’»trucii f 'wUh ll.c solitudulhnl surrounded him. Noth. -6 1 ' 'te'gftft’rffasfd. but thu heavy tramp of his squadron ■as h<f'pi’*o*d *long, for a deserted and abandoned city wastim raeafero prize, for which such unparal. Med effort had-been made. Aa night drew its cur tain over the splendid capital, Napoleon entered the gaVos,and Immediately appointed Mortior governor* In his directions ho commanded him to obatain from ell pillage. 1 For this,’ said ho, *you shall bo on. swerablo with your life. Defend Moscow against all, whether friend or foe.* “The bright moon ruse over the mighty* city lipping with silver the domes of more than two Inin dred churches, and pouring a flood of light over a thousand palaces, and tho dwellings of throe hundred thousand. Inhabitants. Tho weary army sunk to real; bat there was no sleep to Murlicr’a eyes. Net tho gorgeous and variegated palaces and their rich ornaments, nor the parks and gardens and oriental magnificence that everywhere surrounded him kept him wakofult but tho ominous foreboding that some dire calamity was hanging over the silent capital.— When he onl«od it scarce a living soul mol his gate aa bo looked-down tho long streets ; and, when he broke open the.buildings, ho found parlors, and bod* 1 rooms obd chambers, all furnished and in order;— • nutno* occupants. Tho sudden abandonment of i ihetr homes betokened some secret purpose yot to bo fulfilled. The midnight moon wassailing oyer tho ‘ city ,when tho cry of 1 fire 1* reached tho oars of Mor* Mm first light over Napoleon’s fulling cm , kindled, and that most wondrous scene of modern Urees commenced —thu burning of Moscow. ■ »*MorUW J os governor of tho city, immediately . faded nwordors and was putting forth every cXcr. l lion* wheti. at duy.light Napoloon hastened to him. -•Affaollogiu disbelieve tho reports that tho inhabi* > were firing their own city, ho put more rigid ' - commtnda oa Mortior to keen tho soldiers from tho ' worker destruction. Tho Marshal simply pointed *l9iowe'Hon covered liouaoa that had not yet been , 'opened! (Vorn every crovico of which smoko was iasu* Jng llke slaam from tho sides of a pent up volcano. Bill and. thoughtful, Napoleon turned over towards ' (be Kremlin, tho ancient palace of the Csars, whose ' huge sUuotard rose high abuvo tho surrounding edl. 0O(|. ■ , “In the morning Mortler, by groat exertions, was ( enabled to subdue tho fire. Tho next night, Sept. 15 at midnight the sentinels on watch upon tho lofty 'Kremlin,saw below them the flames bursting-thro' "ifct houses snd palaces, and tho cry of *flro! flrol rough tho city. Tho droad scooo had licd. Fiery balloons wore scon drop. iir and lighting upon tho houses—dull ) hoard on ovory aide, from the shut tho next moment a bright light burst tea wore raging through tho apart* ib uproar and oonfualon. Tho sorooo glu of tho night before had given wav da and wild lemposts.thal swept with i sea over the city. Flames arose on ling and crackling in tho storm, while olouds or smorte and sparks, in an incessant shower, went driving -towards tho Kremlin. Tho clouds themselves seemed turned into Are, rolling in wrath over dovolyd Moscow. Mortior, crushed with re* sponsibility thus thrown upon his shoulders, moved] ■ with his Young Guard amid this desolation, blowing | . up the houses and facing tiro tempest and the flames —straggling noblv to arrest tho conflagration. 1 • u Ho hastened from place to plaoo amid the bits. k ling ruins,his fuco blackened with his f' (hair end syo brows singed with the fierce heat. At 1 length the day dawned, a day flame, uni Mortior, who had evory nerve for ihlriy. six hours, entered a palace and dropped from fatigue. Tho manly form and stalwart arm Inal had so often carried death into tho ranks of tho enemy, at length gave way, opd tho gloomy Marshal, lay, and panted in utter exhaustion. But tho night of tempest bad boon succeeded by a day of tempests, and when night again enveloped the city, it was' onO broad flarao waving to and fro in (ho blast. The wind had in creased to. a perfect hurricane and shifted from quarter to quarter as if on purpose to swell tho sea ‘of'fire, and extinguished the last hofic. Tho tiro was approaching tho Kremlin, and already the . roar of flames, and tho crash of tho falling houses and the crackling of. burning limbers wore borne to tho ears of tho startled Emperor., He arose and'walked to and ftb, 'Stepping convulsively and gazing on tho lerrifli'O scone, Murat, Eugene and Berliner,’rushed into his presence, and on their knees besought him to floe, but he still hung to that haughty palace as If It were his erdpiro. . “ But at length the shout, ‘the Kremlin is on Are !’ was heard above tho roar of the conflagration,and Napoleon reluctantly consented lo ,leave. 1 Ho de scended to flio street with his staff; anti looking about for a way of egress, but tho flames blockaded every passage. At length they discovered a postern gate loading to the Moskwa, and entered it, but they bad only entered still farther Into the danger. As Napoleon cast his eyes around tho open space, gird ed and arched with fire, smoko and cinders, ho saw one single street yet open, but all on tiro. Into this ho rushed, onfl afliid the crash of falling houses, and rogifeg of the flames—over burning ruins, through muds of rolling smoko, and between walls of Are he pressed on, and at length, hairsuftocated, emerged in safety in tho imperial palace of Potrowsky nearly illrco miles distant. Mortior Relieved of his anxiety for ftio omrpc't’or, 'redoubled his efforts to arrest the conflagration. His men cheerfully rushed Into every danger. Breathing nothing but smoke’and ashes— canopied by flames, smoko and cinders—surrounded by Walls of fire that rocked to and fro, and fell will) a crash amid tho blazing ruins, carrying down with them red hot roofs of Iron, ho struggled against an enemy llml no boldness could awe, or courage ovdr ’comc. These brave troops had hoard the. ITaWp of thousands of cavalry sweeping 'tobnluo,'without fear; but now they stood in still terror before the march of tho conflagration, under whoso burning'footsteps was hoard tho incessant crash of falling houses, and palaces, and churches. Tho continuous roar of tho flumes was more terrible than the roar of artillery, and before this new foe, in the midst of the elements, the awe. struck army stood powerless and affright ed. “ When night again descended on Iho city, it prc. sented a spectacle the like of which was never seen before, isml which baffles all description. The streets were streets of fire—the heavens a .canopy of fire, and the entire body of the city a mass of fire, fed by VKb 'h’tfrrtfctfrfo that whirled the blazing fragments in a constant stream through the air. Incessant explo. slohs from the blowing up of stores of ell, tar and spirits, shook the very foundation of the city and sent volumes of smoke rolling furiously towards the sky. Huge sheets of banvassttn fire, came floating liko Wictben'gers of death through Iho flames—the towers and domes of the churches and p&lacos glowed with red hot host over tbo wild sea below, then tottering a moment on their basis were hurled by the tempest into the common ruin. Thousands of wretches be. fore unseen were driven by the heat from the cettars and hovels, and streamed in an incessant throng into the streets. Children were scon carrying their pa. Vents—the strong the weak; while thousands more wore staggering under tbo loads of plunder they bad snatched from the fln mcs. This, loo,.would frequent* ly take Are In the fulling shower, end the miserable creatures would bo compelled to drop it, and floe for their lives. Oh! it was a scene of fear and wo, inconceivable and indescribable! A mighty and close peeked city of houses and churches and palaces wrapped from limit to limit in flames which are fed by a whirling hurricane, is a sight this world will seldom see. • “tout this was oil within th'C city. To Napoleon without, the spectacle was still moro sublime and terrific. When the flames had overcome all obsla. cios and had wrapped everything in their rod mantle, (hat great city looked like a sea of rolling fire, swept by a tempest that drove it into vast'billows. Hugo domes and towers throwing off sparks liko blazing fire-brands, now lowered above iho waves, and now disappeared in their maddening flow os they broke high over their lops, scattering their spray of fire hgainst'lho clouds. The heavens thomsolvossoemod to have caught tho oonflogralion, and the angry masses that swept it rolled over a bosom of fire,— Columns offlsmo would riso and sink alohg tho sur face of this sea, and huge volumes of black smoko suddenly shoot into tho air as If volcanoes wore working bu!ow> Tho black fofm of (ho Kremlin alone towered above tho chaos, now wrapped 1 in (lame and smoke, and then began merging into view —standing amid tho scene of desolation and (error Hko virtue in the midst of a burning world, onvolopcd but unscathed by (ho devouring elements. Napoleon stood and gazed on the scene in silent awe. Though nearly three miles distant, the windows and walls of Ills onatlmoni were,so hot that ho could scarcely boar his hand against them. Said ho, years after wards 1 It wos Iho spectacle of tho soa and billows of (Ire, a-sky and clouds of flame, mountains of red rolling flame, llko Immonso waves of soa, altornaloly bunting forth, and elevating themselves to skies of (ire, and then sinking into tho ocean below*' Oh I it was tho most naked, tho most sublime and tho most terrific sight tho world over behold.’ ” Good Joko on a Widower* A correspondent at Holly Springe, Mississippi, tolls tho following, and Vouches for its truth. It ie llic best joko wo have hoard for eomo time. It op* pears that a widower in that town, of somewhat gallant disposition, had boon accustomed to visit tho widow M , whether to soo tho aimiablo widow horsolf, or her lively daughters, our.informant did not know.. Ono evening ho found tho family parly hard at work upon some garments of cloth. Tho girls ware sowing and tho widow was pressing tho soams, Tho widower hung up his hat as usual, and took his seal by tho firo; just at tho moment it happened lhal the widow had donowlllilho pressing Iron, (vulgo or tailor's goose,) sho. sot U down on Lho hearth, and called her negro man in a loud voice —-"Joko! Jake! come and lake out this goosol” Tho widower started up in astonishment, not knowing what to make of this abrupt order* “Jako do you hoar?" again oxcloimod the wid ow. “I beg your pardon, Mrs. M.,” said tho wldowor, with visible agitation, "but pray don’t call Jaku— if you wish mo to laavo your house, I will go at onoo without interference of servants. 1 * Tho ladies roared with laughter, and it look some momenta to explain to tho chagrined widower his mistake. Ho has not been known to visit tho wld* ow M., since that memorable night. . A Great Deal or Wihttunq to be Dons.— ln the advertisement of (ho Ciork of the Federal House of Representatives of tho next Congress, there is sot down* among tho things needed, 950 dozen pen dozen for oaoh member—of which 100 dozen aro required to be u four bladod, pearl handled, and of the highest finish and best quality, and 100 dozen of two bladed, and of tho highest finish and best quality.'* Each member must have a largo fomlly of boys. t Til* Darkest Hour or All,— An old “ Rovolu* Honor," who hsd boon through all (ho hardest fights of the war of '7O, onoo said that tho darkest and most solemn hour of all to him was occupied In colon homo one dork night from lho widow Bean's, after being told by her daughter Sally that there was no earthly uio In his coming book any more. Pompous funerals and sumptuous monuments are made more out of design to'gratify the vanity of the living, than to do honor to the dead. Grealnesi may build the tomb, but it is goodness which must make the epitsph.'* ' ‘OURCOUNTRY —MAY IT ALWAYS DE RIGHT—BUT & IQZITOR WRONG,OUR COUNTRY*’ CARLISLE, PA-, THURSDAY, JUNE ffi, 1851. A SONG FOR TUB LADIES* Tbo glorious day is dawning, girls, When women shall be free— When-gowns add bonnets, capos and swawls, No longer wo shall see! Miss. Weber—bless her heart,sweet girls! Has put the schema on foot; She loads the trump of male attire, And wo must follow suit. . . Wq'll dross in real “ bifaroatdV girls, With glossy beaver hats; * And don tho most bewitching coats, And Brummehtiod cravats. We'll wear superb gilt buttons, girls, Upon our vests of buff— Bright, extra rich, plain, treble gilt, Flat surfaced—that's enough \ . Oh! won't we look bewitching, girls, When wo’ro so trimly dreel? . No mortal man can brave our charms, Though lie may strive his best. . Bowhiskor'd folks may envy, girls, Our manly garb and airs; but let'them uot'tfnttl tirpy llre-r ■ - Poor follows ! no one carek. Perhaps a few may “out" us. giijff, And lay us on the shelves; But, what of that? wo’ll crook our arms, And act as beaux ourselves! And if they won't say,'marry, girls, Wo'ft cull thorn sad gallants; But, come what will—float, sink or swim— We'll never yield our pants ! THE CRUSHED LILT* BY MRS. M, A. DENISON. There is but one thing in that beautiful house, with its lavish adornments, its stately halls, gorge ously filled apartments, its broad solemn mirrors-, and heavy, rich oaked. furniture, that gave a sad ness.to my heart when 1 chanced to gaze upon it, sending a thrill of aching anguish to my Innermost being; and that object was a child* It may seem strange, but the first time I behold this lovely creature, (and never before saw I aught so beautiful,) I shuddered with an undefinable fooling of terror. A something vague, indistinct, mystical, enthralled me, and while I gazed upon tho little creature like one fascinated, 1 fell itcould not be a being of earth, 1 knew it was not a being 1 of heaven. She was very slight and fairy Price, arid her hair absolutely, hung about her delicate little form, shrouding it like a glittering gossamer mantle, in a shower of golden gleaming curls. Her deep set yet large and spiritual eyes were* .ohamellon like,' constantly changing in expression, eometinVea afN pearing a deep.frown, sometimes a soft dark bluri,* sometimes intensely black. She waS'dressed-wlth exquisite taste, and her little robes were lavishly adorned with various shades of silken embroidery* Her complexion was colorless, but dazzling; her' expression—ah! there was the mystery—at once spiritual, heavenly, anti yet wanting in earthly lell igence. She was an only child, and heiress to an immense fortune. * Perceiving my bewildered and half-averted glance, the father, a man of great beauty of counte nance, and a most commanding figure, drew the little girl towards him; and while a shadow veiled his brow, ho said in a subdued voice, “ this Is'our Lily, madam, oar dear little crushed Lily fT and he folded her to hie heart, and gazed down yearn ingly upon her. “She was one of themostfrolioksomochildren,” ho continued, “bounding from room to room, fling' mg her thrilling bird notes through the corridors, and laughing in infant Joyousness, only a year ngo»” «*U was but ft yoft'r ftgo, my Lily,” ho murmur ed plaintively, drawing her closer to his manly bosom. “One day there was a wild storm; a terrific tempest; and we all sat hushed and breathless, listening to the rolling crash of the reverberating thunder, whoso hollow echoes yet ring in my ear. . Wo sat together; I supported my shrinking wife; little Lily hod flung, herself upon the floor and bu ried her face In my lap. Suddenly the atmosphere became dark and heavy; oven my heart, stern as 1 am, grow sick with fear. The castle rocked, the wimfseomod to pour in sheeted gusts, against the windows. A great flash of rod light filled tho apartment; a quick shriek succeeded; and my beauteous child rolled over from,ray lap upon tho floor, with dis torted features, and extended eyeballs. O! my God! ban I over forget that moment, freighted with so much wo to mol” Largo drops stood in his eyes, and for myself, 1 was weeping. “My poor delicate wife, wlio adored the child) filled tho house with her lamentations; medical aid was at hand. I would have died for my Lily;,! besought the Almighty; I—'” he bowed his head —“dared him to summon my idol; I was wild, I was mad—madt” Consciousness was restored ) but the mind was stricken; It had folded its wings when the fire bolt scathed their brightness, and it has never soared since.** “But wo love her oven more dearly, and ho Im iressod burning kisses upon tho child’s waxen ►row, “wo Jovo her with a more intense devotion; it would be death to pari with her now, God spare mo to sltenghthon the drooping plant; pay poor crushed Lily I** I stolo one glanco moro at tho child—sho was asleep. The noble father boro her in his arms, and laid tier upon a rich velvet couch; then, as the threads of gold foil in shining hands over the rich fabric, and minuted with the glUtorlngbulUon that fringed tho dam drapery, ho sighed ucavily, and turning, loft tho apartment with hurried tread. “Truly a crushed Lily,** whispered 1, as I bent over and touched my lips to tho crimson petals of her sweet mouth. Dear Utile angel, sho is in hoavon now, and the broad domains of her father havo fallen into the possession of distant kindred. For Ootilpi* Tho following paragraph which wo And .floating In tho newspaper*, lays it on tho gossips with an unsparing hand. Wo think thoro are a few in Car lisle whoso olia factors are minutely described by it. am) of‘which tho town would bo well rid: “Tho slanderous woman poisons the atmosphere of hot ontiro neighborhood, and blasts the sanctities of a thousand homos with a single breath. From a woman of this class nothing is sacred } sho fattens upon calumny and upon slaughtered reputations. Sho is tho ghoul of Eoslorn story, tronsforrod from the Arabian Nights to tho fireside circle. She never asserts anything—sho merely hints, and supposes, and whispers wlial they Bay. Every, neighborhood In tho city is infested with some creature or this sort, and in country “ towns they are often oullolod with two or throe of the ghoul woman. Ono is enough to set a hundred families.by tho oars; two can break up a church; three are sufficient for * n y kind of mischief, from the separating tho husband from Ids wife, to blasting the .famo .of a stainless f;irl. A puro woman is simply an angol embodied n human shape; a slanderous woman is something worso than cholera—certainly as infectious os tho yollow fever. “ Mother,[don’t you wish you had the troo of evil in your garden 1” . ‘‘Why, Josh, yousarpent, i what do you moan V* I “Ao money’s the root of all evil, if We had the troo, oould’ni wo get all tho preojoue BtuftT’ THE ORPHAN’S TEAR* AN ALLEGORY. In a deep forest, .where the jEollan murmuring , of waving forest trees mingled with the gentle . complaining ofsong-birds to their absent mates, and a rivulent smiled sunnily, as it flowed like a 1 thing of light on the green bosom of the sylivan « wild, ,a mother, in the sombre weeds of widow* hood, clasped the cold hand of her fatherless ; daughter. They stood beside the stream, and as their pa)e features were mirrored on its bright sur face,;the. mother weaved for her daughter a story of her-dead father’s life; recalling a thousand deeds of caresses and hTs 'femilcs-ykissesand fond welling, with alt a wife’s tenderness, upon his many virtues and manly .graces; then with.a voice and quivering Up, she painted hts dying bed; how;when the low beatings of the pulse had nigh ceaded, in husky accents he asked, to see his “ow'd sweet Nell;” how, when the little daughter pressed his ioy lip, and felt for the last time the beating of his heart againt her own, he bad faintly whispered his dy ing Messing, and his heavenly-winged spirit boro upon iis pinions a prayer for his wife and child.— And as ihc sad story melted into the young girl’s | heart, her nale lip quivered, and horbearl’s foun tain welled up its waters till.the ejfb was full to overflowing, and a tear trembling for anJnstant on the eye-lid, kissed the pale cheeu, and.clung to It as though loth to leave the rich couch—then for an insta.nl, glancing* through (he air like a ray of san'-llgli'l, dropped into the bosom of the stream. Away I with a laugh and smile; through the green forest, glanced ihe stream; pratling here to a .bed of pebbles, kissing there a group of wild here the Toots of a giant tree, and dashing’gaily yonder through the arches of a rus tic bridut ! Away, through the forest and meadow —mingling, here with the bright waters that gush | from a--sylvan spring—meeting-yonder a sister stream!. Away, Iho twin sisters glance along; i bearing in their bosom 'the orphan’s tear. I The stream had reached its goal, and, with a laUgh aff clear and a smile as sunny as ever dashes I into thp .bosom of a river! And away past hamlet land town and city, past forest and meadow, and I mountain arid valley, swells the broad river, bear- I ing on id) bosom the Orphan’s Tear 1 1 The river has found its home,and foaming,boil ing, madly as though loth to lorfo the contest, rolls its waters into the ocean’s waves; and, bofne on billows, mountains high, the Tear gleams.iiipon their snowy crests. .. The’Sun is gliding tho ocean with Its crimson bdams, and leaving a pathway of gorgeous, light upon the waters. Thick mists ascends to meet his, warm embrace, and, mingling with the sky waVd'TOpors, iho Teir mounts upwards gleaming InMne light of the morning sun! Upward—high er— asoinds (ho Tear, till, it seems forever lost in .the thick clouds that hang like wreathed spirits in thasky! ■ * I But tpv lost forever! When the sun has gone to his evening rest, and shadows aro closing o’eV the world, those vapors seek again tho earth; and to-morrow’s sun will ‘find the Orphan’s Tear a > dew-drop on the flower that grows upon the dead fathex’raraver. - Nq<»4ksi&,wriia .lhe moral I Like the Orphan's Tear ikTa. oentlb word, ..Though mingling with tho ihousftna accents that fall upon the eftr, atlll it Is never lost, but, os we are borne o’er the stream of youth and the river of life, lives distinct and clear; and when we find at length the ocean of eternity, may have won our hearts to heaven, and oven then, through an angel’s smiles may speak to earth again! The Toung Widow, or only Tliirty-lhrco, A census taker, going his round last fall, stop ped at an elegant bitok dwelling house, the exact locality of which is no business of ours. He was received'by a stiff, well dressed lady, who could well be recognized as a widow of some years standing. On learning the mission of her visitor, the lady invited him. to take a seat in the hall. Having arranged himself into a working position, lie inquired for tho number of persons in the fami ly of the lady, 11 ISigbl, sir,” replied (he lady, u including my self.” . “ Very well—your age, madam I’* “ Myngo, sir,” replied the lady, with a piercing, dignified look. “1 conceive its none of your bu siness what my age might bo—you aro inquisitive, sir,” . . “ Tho law compels me, madam, to tako the age of every person in life ward—lt’s my duty tB make the inquiry.** J “ VVully if tho law compels you to oibk, I pro* sumo it compels mo to answer. 1 am between thirty and forty,*? “ 1 presume that means thirty-five.” “No, sir, It means no such thing—l am; only thirty-three years of ago.” “Very well, madam,** pultingdown the figures, “just as you say. Now for tho ages of the chil dren, commencing with (ho youngest, if you please.*’ “Josephine, my youngest, is ton years of ago.” “ Josephine—pretly name—ton,” | “ MlnervsAvas twelve last week.** I “ Minerya?r*oopilvailng—twelve/* “ CloopaUß I'Mvira has just turned fifteen.” “ Cleopatra Klvha—charming—fifteen.” “ Angelina is eighteen, sir, just eighteen.” “ Angelina—favorite name—eighteen.” “My eldest and only married daughter, sir, Anno Sophia* Is a llulo over twenty-five.”' “Twouly*fivo, did you say, madam 1” “Yes, sir, is there anything remarkable in her being of that agol” “Well, no, I can’t say there Is, but is It not re markable that you should he her mother when you were only eight years of age ?” About that lima tho census lake* was observed running out of the house, closely pursued by n broomstick. It was the last timo ho pressed a la dy to give her oxact age. Wo bollevo tho celebrated epitaph upon tbo Ox ford Pie Woman ie not now generally known.— Those who never hoard it will thank ui fur. giving it; it is on excellent specimen of the comic stylo, supposed to havo boon written by ti student: ‘ "Kero lias In the dust, - The mouldering crust Of Elanur Ilatcliclor's iliovon, Well versed in the arts, ‘ , Of pics; cualsrda and toils, And the lucrnllvo skill oftho oven. When she’d lived lona enough, . She made hor lait puli', A ruffin' her husband much praised, i Now here sho doth lie, '*' Ami *bo mokes a dirt pie, In hopes that her crust will bo raised." In ono of tho Cathedral Churches of England, wo forget whlchi there is a most magnificent monu ment erected ,(o tho memory of a Very worthless person—wo believe Colonel Charlerli. lie is repre sented as bursting from his coffin at the sound of (be resurrection trumpet. A wag wrote under it r " Lie still, if you're wild { you'll bo d—~d If you rise." Tits Present Moment.— There is no moment like tho present; not only so, but, moreover, there is no moment at all, that is, no instant force end energy, hut in the present. Tho man who will not execute his resolutions when they are ftresh upon him osn have no hope for them afterwards; they will bo dis sipated, lost, perished in the hurry end skurry of tho | world, or sunk in the slough of indolence.. GOOD BREEDING. The following anecdote Istelated by Mr.’Walk er; in hie amusing and instructive publication “The Original*” as affording a fine instance of the value of gooS breeding, tif politeness, oven in cir cumstances where it oculd not be expected to pro duce any personal advantage: “An Englishman, making the grand tour tow ards the middle of the last century, when travellers were more objects of attention than at present, on arrivlng'.at Turin, sauntered out to see (he place. Ho happened to meet a regiment of infantry re turning from tlio parade, and, taking a'position to tide itftass, a young Captain, evidently desirous to maho a display before the stranger, in crossing one of the numerous water-courses, with which the city is intersected, missed his fooling, and in try ing to save himself lost hie hat. The exhibition was truly unfortunate—tho spectators laughed and looked at tho Englishman, expecting him lolaugh | • 100. Oh the contrary, ho not only retained his > composure, but promptly advanced to where the hat had rolled, and, faking it up, presented it with an air of unaffected kindness to its oVVncr. The officer received it with a blush of surprise and gra titude, arid hurried to rejoin his company. There was a murmur of surprise, and the stranger passed on. Though the scene of a moment, and .without a word spoken, it touched every heart—not with admiration for a mere display of politeness, but with a warmer’feeling.for a proof of that true cha rity ‘which never failoth.’. On the regiment being dismissed, the Captain, who was a young man of consideration, in glowing terms foisted (he cir cumstance to his Colonel. Tho Colonel immedi ately mentioned it to the General in command; and when the Englishman returned to his hotel, ho found an Aid-de-Camp wailing to request his company to dinner at. headquarters. In the even ing, ho Was ‘carried to court—at that timers Lord Chesterfield tells us, the most brilliant court in Europe—and was received with particular atten tion. Of course, during his stay at Turin', bo was invited, everywhere; and on his departure ho was loaded with letters of introduction to the different Stales of Italy. Thus a private gentleman of moderate means, by a graceful impulse of Chris tian feeling, Was eftabled to travel fo reign country, then of tho highest interest for Us society, as well as the charms it still posses ses, with more real’.distinction and advantage than can ever be deri|ed. from the mere circum stance of birth and fortune, even tho most splen did.”,' A Boy’s Love* A circaroslance.soen occurred which bYottglit us nearer to each other,'and cemented our attachment. Just at dusk, and before the candles were brought in, the servant urshered two of Alice's.-female friends into the room, and it was soon resolved i that we should have a game at forfeits, whilst my I sister was appointed dispenser of the penalties.— I At the end of the game, therefore, she was blind-' I folded, and began to name the punishment which each doe was to receive before the forfeits could be reclaimed. Now,l had made several blunders in the game, and had several forfeits to pay; and it so happened that most of my penalties were connected in soroo way with Alico. Once 1 had to take her hand, and dance with her three times round (ho room; then, again, I was ordered to go doWnob toy Jcneeb before tier, and frail.ihfera till sho bade me rise; and these pretty appointments did more to further our lovo than any words could have done. My last punishment was to kiss all the girls In the room; when I came to Alice my heart sank within mo, and I dared hot embrace her. The thought of so much bliss overcame mo, and i stood for a moment gazing upon hor with passionate and irresolute oyes. Sho saw my con fusion, and looked so kindly and sweetly upon me, that 1 was re-assured in an inslant; and obey ing the wild impulse of my heart, I flung myself upon hor bosom and wopt aloud. There was o terrible stir in tho room after this strange cxplo sion, and every one but Alice thought 1 was hurt, or that 1 was taken suddenly 111. Ido not know how t got olit of tho scrape, but 1 remember feel, ing Alice's warm lips upon my forehead, whilst my arms were clasped around her, and I oared very little for anything else. Soon after this our little party broke up, and Alico accompanied my sister and mo to tho end of tho lane, on our wav ; homo.— January Scark'c Life at Home Mroad,. Professional Luck* Every ono knows that tho merest chance will sometimes bring a medical man into a famous prac* tioo without possessing talent, whilst, on the-other bond,’ on alio man frequently starves on his profes* iiom Ono of tho most eminent physicians in Lon. don is said to haVo owed all his groat success to the ' simple fact of his having been on a particular occa* sion caught intoxicated. Tho story is thus related: 1 Disappointed on his first arrival in that oily, ho : sought comfort at a neighboring tavern, where tho servant of tho house at which ho lodged wont to fetch him ono evening, sAor a hearty bout, to see ' a certain counlfcsfi. Tho high-soUndlng 11110 of this unexpected patient tended not a liltla to increase tho exoilomont under which he labored, 110 fob lowed tho servant os steadily as ho could, and was ushered in silence into a nobto mansion, whero her ladyship’s maid anxiously wailed to conduct him to her mistress* room—her agitation most probably preventing her from perceiving tho doslor’s slate. I 110 was introduced into a splendid chamber, and I staggered towards tho bed In which tho lady lay. 110 wont through tho practice of pulse feeling, &o>, and proceeded to tho lablo to.write a proscription, which, in oil probability would have boon median* loaily correct; but hero his powers failed him. In vain ho strove to trace tho salutary characters, until . weared In his endeavors, ho cast down his nen, and exclaiming “ brunk, by God)"homado his way out of tho house* Two days afterwards ho was not ‘ a lltllo surprised by receivings letter from tho lady, ► enclosing a chock for one hundred pounds, and promising him tho patronage ofllor family and friends if ho would obsorfa (ho strictest scorcoy on tho stale In which ho found hor In. Tho fact aim* ply was, that tho countess had boon indulging in brandy, and was In tho very condition which tho doctor had frankly applied to himself, but which her conscience told her ho had detected hor In. A man with a largo family was complaining of tho difficulty of supporting all of (horn. “ Bui,” said a friend, “you hayosons big enough to earn something and holp you now.” “ The difficulty is, they are too big to work,” was the answer of tho father. ~ Curb for Corns.— Pare off tho hard part of the corn with a sharp knife, not'so as to causa it to bleed; apply tbo inner part of an onion, mashed fine; keep it on during the night, and a very few applica tions will effect a cure. ' Another.—Pare off tho top of tho hard port of tho corn, os in the former oaso, and rub a small quantity of sweet oil on, once a day for a few days, and your corns will soon disappear. It should bo done in tho morning,or just before retiring at night. A Yankee says that prejudice against color la very natural, ami yol tbo proltlost girl ho over know was Olivo Brawn. A little girl who hod boon visiting in the family of a neighbor, bearing thorn spoak of hor father bo. )ng a widower, on hor return homo addressed him thus:, “ Pn, aro you n widower t” “Yes, my child.. Don’t you know your mother's dead?” “Why, yes, I knew ms wos dead, but you always [told me you was a New Yotkor.” ATS2OOmAMOB. NO. 3. That Time Will Come. That time is coming.. That month, that tf££ v that hour, that moment ie coraingapace, and’draws nearer and nearer jvith every rising. and setting sun. What time, do you ask, reader? * It is the time most solemn, most important and full.of sur prising interest to you, reader, at any moment of ?our existence. It is the time when you will die. I will be the end of time to yob. Then Von will -phsa out of time. You will havo done with'Uine* At that time you Wilt change, your mode of ence. You will enter on new and untried scenes in a world of spirits and become the t companion of good or evil angels. That hoof, that moment will stamp on your destiny the seal of eternity. What a time that will be to each individual! How near and full of interest! And yet how little think th'o gay and pleasure loving people of their coming hour. Could they lift TifeV spy. glass' and look away into the coming see that messeh- Igbr on the pale horse approaching With every pass ing hour, how different wpuld ho Ihe conduct of many from what Uis now I Vet that hour, that moment is coming. Tho time to die will come. Death is to every man a serious matter, It makes us serious to think of it amidst the%iyest and most (riding scenes. Reflections on death, have no aflinity to light and vain amusements.— Mirth flees instinctively at Ihe very mention of the name of death. If but one thought of (He. future world come in amidst the thoughts of vanity, it scatters them as the tempest scatters the chaff.— Tlielwo hftids of tho'ftghts, the serious and (ftp vain, cannot exist together. And since the one must exclude the other, it becomes a solemn quesj lion, which of the two are belter for our happiness* How often and to what extent will it bo morepion fitablo to cherish mirth and solemnity? Which may be most-safely established With the Habits of (he mind ? Which will most confirm your peace, elevate your character, and lead you mo'stduecUy to holiness and HeaVon? Tragedy at Lynchburg. —!Dcath of Mr, dcTB . A loiter in .the Richmond bispatoh,.dated Lynchburg, June C, contains the following axfdl lional particulars of the sad tragedy in that town: We have had a most dreadful tragedy here lo day, between Terry, of the Virginian, and young James Saunders. You have doubtless seen In last Monday's Republican, a very curious*lerterTitotoi Dr. Saunders. This morning's Virglniancoritain ed a most biting personal reply of some three.col*. umns in length. In consequence of this; about 8 . o'clock this morning the gentlemen met in front of the Market house. Saunders asked if this wab Mr. Terry, and the latter replied Inthe affirmative, when Saunders struck him widvi stick. Terry forthwith drew one of Colt's revolvers and fired}’ when Saunders drew a small pistol fired also.— Five shots were then exchanged between them; three by Terry and two by Saunders. 'Both then clenched, and were in the act of committing'fur ther violence—TerVy With a knife, and Saunders with Terry's revolver, which he wrested from him, when they were separated. ,; Terry was .borne off to Dr. Blackford’s, and Saunders to tiosby & Holcomb's;'both regarded . as mortally wounded. . Terryreceived one of i Saunders'balls in the centre of the breast or sto* mach, and Saunders received one.dt.'Eem&JialJs Just above the navel, it passed~bn( at the left side, just above the hip bone. Terry’s wound la a direct one Info the stomach. They are both how lying insensible, Abounded by weeping families and sorrowing friends. No hope is entertained for Terry, and but little for Saunders—none Ift fact unless a redaction takes place in a very snort time. - , ■ Capt, Diggers, the police mister, attempted to separate them, when ho was shot by Terry through the arm, and by Saunders through tho leg; and lb' very severely, though not dangerously wounded. Thus has ended a moat painful and deplorable tragedy. . . P. S. Saunders died 10-day at 5 o’clock, and such a scone among a family, as there was in his, I have never beheld. Simplicity c? Childhood.— A tow weeks ago aswoetliUlo girl in Now Haven, only three veara old was promised one evening that sho should.ac company her parents to Boston the next morning* She was much dated nt (he prospect of the joflf ney, and when sho had finished repeating her lit do prayer, as she laid down to-sleep, she.said with (ho most exquisite simplicity, “Good bye, God—good bye, Jesus Christ—l am going to Boston in the morningi” Among tho attractions of Barnum’s travelling menagerie are Gen. Tom Thumb 'riding on a calf elephant less than four foot high—a pfminhllfo howadji in a diminutive hoVvdah and smoking a!, diminutive hookah! Bismillah! Groat is Bar uum, and Tom Thumb is his profit. A gallant New Hngland.knight of the quill,' describing a country dance, oaya—“Tho gorgeous strings ot glass bends will now glisten on, the* heavy bosoms of tho village belles, like polished rubies resting on tho delicate surface of warm ap ple dumplings. 1 * Watsiunq Uoastw.—Wo boo every summer, bun* dreds of incidents of horses being killed by giving them water when overheated while travelling* It would seem that.drivers generally think that the preservation of tho horse's life consists in having him watered at every tavern they come to.. But wo would condemn it us being 4 most absurd and un* nocoißvy practice. A fanner who Works his horses at a plough, harrow or carl, never gives them water from the time they go to work after breakfast, until (buy cOmo Jn at noon. France, coachmen never water tfiolr horses except when (hoy feed, and Ifyou take (ho (rouble (o i.njulro into (ho clfccl of the ays* tom-in that country.you will find it has a salutary influence. When (ho driver slops at an inn, ho washes (ho horse's noso with a little vinegar id a Sponge. Comparative Value op Daughters.— Jean Jac. qnos Rou~ oau says that wlion his wife died, every L'A her in that. neighborhood offered to oonaole him with one of hie daughters ; bet a tow weeks after ward*, iiie cow having likewise deceased, not a Sol* llnry individual of them thought of replacing hie lots by tho offer of another | thereby proving tbO different value people sot upon tbolroowe and (faugh tors. . (Xj*Coys (bat bavo boon properly rearp£ are men in men In point of usefulness at sUloon, while tboso that bavo boon brought up In Idle hablta are a nul* •anco at lwonly*ono» dj'Atnong (lift attractions of Oarnum?a travelling mbnngorio oro Gen. Tom Thumb oaif elephant less than four foot high—a diminutive bow adiii In a diminutive howdah and smoking a dimin utive hookah. Bismallahl Groat la Barmin)' and Tom Thumb Is hla profit. “Ma,” said Wllholmina, “1 don't think Solomon was as rich as they say ho was.” “Why,my dear?" said tho astonished roe,. Booauso ho slept with his fathers," and I think that If ho bad boon so rich lio would havo'hsd a bed of his own." ___ . Tam Hood, Ilia ..or truthful «nd mwiy-V® Hood, doHn.. « lough la bo “ tbo full blowii Oow.r of which a .mil. I. lb. bud." ; U 1. . ..Id that .cm. «f Jh« ibelr^dtlin -fork over." .
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