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|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." .