. ■ | ~“" “—•• •• • ■ :-r. ■ ... .. T' ; ''^ BY JOHN B. BRATTON. VOL. 40 Carrier’s Address TO THE PATRONS OF THE AMERICAN VOLUNTEER, JANUARY 1, 1854. Another year has swiftly passed along, Another claims our tributary song ; 'Mid wrecks of centuries the old year lies With all Us joys, and (oars, and broken lies. Since last wo sung our tribute to the past, Before gay spring days fled the wintry blast; And blooming flowers and newly budding trees Have proudly nodded to the gentle breeze ; The summer’s glories covered o’er the earth, The summer's sun then gave the crops their birth, Then autumn esme to rob us of our flowers, And gave us sighing winds and fitful showers; Then winter came in all her chilling charms And welcome New Year with extended arms. Since last wo hailed you with our annual lay, Full many a cherished one hos passed away. And those who then enjoyed our careless mirth, Rest in the bosom of their “Mother F/irlh;” Sumo loved who then our plcsant rambles shared Now tread a foreign soil; and few arc spared To cheer our weary, thorny way thro’ life, And stand our comrades In the daily strife. nut mill some Tew Time’s scythe hath left us ycl, And coming years may touch ua to forget Those who now claim tho tribulaiy verso, In each new loss they dying years rehearse. But it is worse than useless to repine When Ills strong hand both lorn affection's vino ; We humbly bow to His supremo control. Nor dare dispute his empire o’er the soul, Nor doubt tho wisdom of His stern decree. Although It bids our hopes long cherished flee ; In meek submission do wo kiss the rod, And humbly raise our grateful thanks to God, That in Mis mercy ycl a few me spared Anil alt have not their cold mausoleum shared. Still has ho blessed nur homes with smiling peace, Still has ho bid our fl icks and herds increase, •Still onward docs our rising Empire march, Still is our Stale the “Keystone of the Arch." But wo must drop our sad and mournful strain, Too much of sorrow it creates and pnin. These festal days require u song of mirth, We'll turn our thoughts to doings on the earth. The contest for the fi.apk was hardly, nohly fought But efforts all have left the goal unbooght, Still alcohol his featful rule asserts, Tho liquid fire is still rcloiled in quarts; Bui, leagued with enemies, wo could not aid A cause of which much good, no harm, is said, Democracy our first assistance claims, Her glory is, for us, tho best of aims; Triumphant, now she rules our glorious Slate Hor star is rising in the haven of fate ; But while so much incites to lively strain, A mourning nation bids us now rufrain, |n table garb, the nation’s council room Wears a sad aspect, clad in deepest gloom, To mark tho loss of him. the people’s second choice. Whoso triumph bade democracy rejoice, When lust we claimed a half op'd willing car, But now wo crave a patriot's heartfelt tear. Nor is this all; our chieftain's eon has gone, Hut left the White-house henrth all dark and lone. And childless now, (hat caro must give the Slate Which was his sons, ere rudely robbed by fulo. Tidings of mighty import, 100, have reached our land, Not of a meeting of the lance and brand, Not uf nn Empire’s sudden fall to earth, Hut of an Empire's unexpec cd birth. Franco, sunny France, wus freedom's own, but now A plobi.m monarch reigns patrician’s bow. Me changed democracy to iron rule AndGdlliu stands a watchword for the fool; Not long since, boastiug of Ivor freedom won, Now bowing lo an upstart in a crown. A monument of fallen greatness stands, A fearful warning to ail ollict lands. Nor is this all. tho crescent and the bear Must quarrel und their worlike garments wear, One hides her face in clouds ond frowns, The other curls bis (ail and hugs his crown ; Both call their forces to the tented field, While both their tottering thrones have wildly ruled. But this, too serious Is for reckless jest. Two mighty empires rousing hum their rest May well convulse (ho anxious, gaiing world, When once the glaive, m stern defiance hurled, la taken up, when will wars revel cease, And bless the earth again sweet smiling peace Weil may (ho world in horror stand aghast, When Russia sounds aloud war’s clarion blast ; And Turkey rouses from her lelhorgy in might And calls on Allah to protect tho right. Now Hungary orouvo ! and thon ICossulh ! Now ia tho time lo prove thy doubted Irulh. While wars thy master®, rise in majesty And with one effort make thy counliy ficc. Enough of (hit*, iblnrrt wo to our home?, Dul little gains who far nnd wildly roams. A hoppy Now Year In'you Patrons ull. Your hearts pray open to the Currier’s cull. And when you rood hia dull and homely verso, Undue tho entrance of your fattond purse, And place o quarter in fild open hand, Nor longer make him. bailing for it. stand. And may you, when the new-born year t" o’er, Another ace, brighter than Fifty four. jKJhiiccUJinmifl. THE YOUNG SOLDIER’S STORY, ‘Generally speaking,' began Hie youth, ‘stories have whul ib culled a moral to them, and if you don't know whul thul means, I shall not atop to 101 l you.' ‘Ycb, yes, we know,' ran in low murmurs round. ‘Well, mine has no moral, because il comes 100 late' and his voice thrilled as ho spoke, ‘and if It had,its uses would bo very doubtful. 'll matters very little who or what I am,' ho con tinued. ‘1 have lain in silk and purple and grow up as one born to command. I went to college, and very likely you think 1 was a wild, harum eoarum devil of a follow—boating, driving, hunting,'gown* ing and towning” il cultivating wine, cards, and so on, as you may have heard that young fellows with plenty of money do. W elt, if you think so, you arc mistaken. 1 was a quiot, studious young man, 1 might add moral,'—-and his sardonic laugh jarred os before,'and it would hayo boon perfectly truo. 1 lovo books, study, and poaco, was a good scholar, studied music and tho arts, fenced liko Angola— there is not a man In tho army, perhaps, that can play at tho small-sword with mo —and quiot as an Infant. I stilt had a fiery devil in mo. *1 foil In lovo, ha I ha f with a liltlo doll of a girl about ray ago, that was seventeen, and for whom I would have taken my hoart out of my bosom. Sho was so frail and fairy liko « orooluro, that 1 could have put tier In my breast to shelter as ono would a little bird, and sho loved mo with such a strength of faith, that had 1 boon Don Junn himsolf, there was suoh lavish trust in hor that sho would havo convert ed me from a debauchee into a truo, honest man. •Sho la still now as a frozen rill—stooping liko tho streams In winter—sho will novor waken again I'and I his hood foil on his breast, though his eyes which woro burning with, the pain of his strong agony, wore not moistened with a tear. Thoy had dried at tho very fountains. '1 daro say moro than ono among yon know what It Is to bo In lovo, my lads. Hero Is Charley, for Instance, I 'and our hero gavo a*slarl,'ho, 1 Imagine, can understand mo.* 'Yob, yes!' again murmured tho soldier, 'wo know It.* ‘ ‘Yes I* ho repeated, somewhat scornfully, 'all very well that, but different men have different ideas of love. Some are sensual and depraved, and with them love is more pollution and misapprehension of Iho sublime passion, and 1 have met with but few that could understand it as I did, but it was with mo a portion of life—of existence I 1 •Yes, with mo it was different, she was a lovely little trusting flower, the daughter of a very worthy, honest tradesman, who loved her like the apple of his cyo ! but slio woe worthy of a throne, and 1 would have given her one. As it was, 1 could make her, I thought—fool that I was —honored, great, wealthy. She is poor enough now, und so am 1 ! •Our dream of love was delicious, but very brief— She eloped with mo, and as (ho Lord God livcth, I moanl her no harm—for I made her my wife !' ho added, with a solemnity dial startled the soldiers, who were not often moved by any strength of expression. ‘Yob, she became my wife!' ho continued. •Your wife !’ ejaculated one or two of the men. — 'Thunder and lightening, hero, Dick, give us your hand, my boy !’ and a cordial grasp was given. Wo thought you trilled with the liillo child. 'My parents hoard that I had eloped with the child of a tradesman,’ the soldiers, heedless of this, went on, ‘and threatened the pour old follow with ruin and annihilation. It would not have taken much to have broken his heart, for it was half gone already, but what was done could not bo undone, and I thought my father and mother loved mo 100 well to thwart me, and that 1 had only to bring her homo to give her another father and mother, who would love her like her own. 'I meant to have pul her back into his bosom, and said, "Embrace your daughter, but also cmbraca.my wifo,and you can love her however, very firmly in it, and I was happy, living in a liltlo Etldh of my ' own, far from the turmoil of life, and expecting then i my littlo baby hourly. •My parents prevented lhi«,’ ho continued oftor a I convulsive pause, during winch ho drew his hand over his brow several limes, as though things werol crowding into his brain, and confusing him with) their multitudinous variety. | •Yes they hindered nil. Wo lived in Wales at tho | lime, and when my baby was born, and she put it in i /ny bosom, and laid her own sweet little head like n | blossoming (lower beside it. I— 1 prayed for her, for ' bull), ami loved them more and more. Then I made i up my mind to return to my father's house. ( I ’One day I went to my little homo, after wn'king |or fishing, or something, and 1 found her—gone—| , both gone ! Oh I thou the sleeping devil within rno i woke up. I learned f*om the people of the house, ! 1 that a stern man, and a proud, pale woman, richly ; dressed, drove up in a splendid chariot, drawn by four horses, und carried her off— robbed mo of mv wife and my child. This man —this woman, were , my parents. I travelled night and day, and arrived at (heir house in town. •1 demanded my wife ! they called her o designing, cunning girl—and they said something worse ul her than 1 could boar, and 1 silenced them, and made them turn polo and tremble. I demanded my child. They know nothing of either. 1 cursed them both, and quitted the house, never to return to it more. ‘1 need not (ctl how long after, or by what means, I traced my Alice through stages of wretchedness and penury, till 1 found both mother and babe, my wife ond child, dying on a mean pallet in a parish workhouse. ‘1 could have called curfics from heaven, und fires from hell to avenge this immitigable wrong—for what had this pule, rushed lender dove done to win such an atrocious injury 7 But when 1 saw hor pule, thin checks, and hoard her moaning* and saw her wasted babe ph (he half-starved breast of (ho woman 1 adored, BB'ddvdloo6 adore-heaven,'l'dtlllo'd my soul —I shed no (earn, I heard her utter a ery o f joy and pain, and then, her (hin helpless hand wandered over my head, as 1 laid it, kneeling by her eido- in ■ hat horrible hole, upon her breast beside my child. •Lillie Alice !’I said, •little Alice, yoa and your sweet bubo shall live here no longer.’ •No, George, no,* she said. Oh, her thin lips,how : they trembled ! ‘No, George, dear, wo shall not live hero long—not very long. Give mo lliut brandy, my lads !’ said the soldier abruptly. •To lose a parent —to lose a mother one luves —to lose a friend one is devoted to —to lose a dog dial lias been your companion lor years, is all painful, what was it lo tills 7’ continued I lie soldier. ‘When 1 beard wliut she said I had u terrible foreboding of the fu lure. Was it for this 1 had sought her 7 Was it thus my parents had shown their love? Was it lo see her die that 1 had moved tho heaven and the eo rib to discover her 7 It tears were rum and not the bitter acrid shower which scalded my face like a caustic, ruses would have sprung lo hlo around her dying pillow ; and that golden hair so dabbled •Toko my head m your arms, my dear George,’ she said faintly. “Take rny child in your arms, too Kiss me kiss the buby. Yoa love us, do you not 7 God bless you ! God protect you ! Do not separate us. Do not forget us. I have borne much but 1 | loved you so dearly ; and 1 forgive every one, us 1 hope to bo forgiven.’ The rough soldiers turned away, and one or two wiped l)i it eyes furtively. A few sturdy but sus picious ‘hems’ sounded suspiciously, hud they in verted their faces. 'Little Alien,’ 1 said, *nro you going without mo 1 Well, I won't wait long ’ ‘1 am only going bufuio yon,' she said; and I fell that she was speaking (ho truth. ‘I am going before you : clasp me closer—let mo feel your lips : lift up my bond put my baby's mouth lo mine—ond—and 80 alio died, my lads ! nnd for an hour after I hold her baby in my bosom till I fell it cold. It was dead too!' There was it long, doop, impressive pause, and again he went on. ■They had made my heart dosnlale, wrecked nnd void: nnd I —!, in (urn, desolated their household, and wrecked (heir pcnco forever. As they had two passions lo feed and foster, the most boundless lovo lor me, there only child and a pride which, God for give them, they had nlao given to me, and tho latter the greater, they sacrificed mo lo that pride. Well, I t'amplod on their pride. They knoll lo mo in (ho dust and ashes of humility, and 1 scorned them.— They offered mo a bride tho fairest of the land, and I laughed at them. They could not give mo little Alice, and 1 had nothing else to ask (or. 1 had a grand funeral from that workhouse for my wife and child, and I pul my name on her cuffm-lid, and after that day, 1 forgot that I had a name or parents, and I know that I had avenged Alice, for their house is a house of mourning, and the world is lo (hem, os to mo —a sepulchre. 'And (his Is tho reason my hoys, that I don’t oaro far anything that comes or goes, (lint happens or docs not happen. I want to bo dead. I want lo sleep, for my eyes burns so nt night, I do not close (hem, I on ly see little Alice, my golden-haired little wife, and I only clasp in my arms (ho dead baby, till the drum nr trumpet wakes mo up, and (bon I have only Iho bullet that hits mo, to look for. It has not come yet, but to-morrow I will have bettor luck ! And so hand mo the brandy !' Ho look a deep, deep, draw, and a strong hootio hue onino into his while cheeks. Tho soldiers were deeply shocked, and their rmlo emotions mado their hearts throb painfully in Iholr broad chests. •If none of you can match that story,* said tho soldier, 'go to sleep and don’t disturb mo, I am going to dream ofmy Alice and her child again,' and ho full back on his side and n mournful wind swept wailing by, as if it bad boon the voice of tho dead. Hot and Cold.— An Irishman discovered a part of tho wood work of a chimney piece on flro, that endangered (ho wholo house. Ho rushed up stairs to bis master, and announced tho alarming intelli gence. Down ho rushed with him. A largo kottlo of boiling water was on tho flro. 'Wall, why don't pou put out (ho firo ? *1 can't surr.* 'Why, you fool! pour tho wator upon It.' 'Sure It's hot water, surr,' An Irish correspondent in Oregon, writes dial tho precious metals are so scarce out that way, that all the five dollar gold pieces are mado of copper. 11 OUR OUNTRY—MAY T ALWAYS BE RIGHT—BttT IUOIITOR WRONG, OUR COUNTRY. 1 ’ CARLISLE, PA., THURSDAY, JANUARY 5, 1854 HOW THIS GREEN BRANCH WITHERED. Robin May, when I first know him, was asindus* Irioua a follow as you would wish to see, working ut his trodo ofahocmnliing with that sort of spirit which seems to grow brighter and brisker the more it is occupied. .Ho had gone creditably through his apprenticeship on the whold, seldom giving cause fora complaint, except now and then, when his. master said, a little angrily, that Robin was to opt,! at limes, (o forgot how many minutes went to dinner hour. However, the apprenticeship came to | an end, and Robin became a journeyman, and being a quick and painstaking hand, ho had a run of the 1 best work, and ho look a pride in turning it off Iho I I last in iho first stylo of finish, and as a consequence !ho got first rate wages. Some of his shop mates J would grumblo occasionally at this, fancying them* [ solves treated unfairly by their master; but it is as I natural for the best work to got into the best hands, I |ns it is (or the sun to shine brightest where (hare 1 (are fewest clouds, whatever the grumblers may say jor think to Iho contrary. If at this time Robin had I a fault, It was self-conceit; ho thought more highly !of himself limn a man ought to think, from which jwo may guess ho wanted balance. Judgment is to a man's mind whnl the ‘governor* is to a steam en gine, and Robin, with all his cleverness, would havo boon the bolter fur a little more of iho 'governor' ia his constitution. Besides, ho could, ns is said,'sing a good song,’ ond was very fond of hearing himself praised fpr his vocal efforts, so that had it not been that lip'how and (lion ?ol a snubbing from his fol low workmen, Robin’s conceit would altogether have run itway with him. Syill, with all (his, Robin worked hard, ard sovod j nfoncy, and after a few years of journey-work, hg took advantage of a favorable opportunity of going < into business on his on his own Recount; and such was his reputation for neatness of fit ond excellence of workmanship, dial he soon gained a connection, gnvo satisfaction to liis customers,'and became a nourishing tradesman. | This success, ns may 6b supposed, gladdened j Robbie’s honrl, nnd visions of distinction began (o' Iflon l . across bin imagination, bo felt sure bo should I rise in tbo world. Some day, perhaps, ho might bo 1 church warden, nr common councilman, or mayor I —who could tell! Those offices aro legitimate ob jects of ambition, and why should not Robin riso min them ns well os another, especially as be alien* ( drd to tbo main chance, and was seldom away fruity In? culling hoard at tbo counter. Tho haro oscapps 'while tlio sportsman winks, and a business runs !«woy if the mas'et’s eyo is not pretty constantly | upon it. Robin’s master had boen a Icelotalcr. from which cause ii happened that although Rubin liked i glass ofalo now nnd then, ho was in tho main a water drinUcr, which was all in his favor, for his business g-cw like a green branch and while it was watered wiili vvateronly.il continued to flourish and put forth green leaves in abundonco. But as TTmo wont on. ami Robin’s savings increoacd, and his account I at tho hank grew larger and larger, the clover shoo t makor bc ß ,in 10 H'-l ho need not slick lo work qmlo .o cloud,, .lull event« he »•„ entitled In a 'good eltero of repute end rol, Ulc afl „ , of tho day. 1 A man, however, must d„ something ; U il is only disgracefully lazy people who can hear to Uvo in pcrfocl inaction, nnd as Robin had lived long enough In the town to form acquaintances, ho would go oo oasionally ond call on a neighbor who came to their house, and a very snug and sociable parly they were. Robin had not forgotten how lo sing, and so much pleasure did ho givo by his his neighbor said, moro (lun onco, 'llotvJ. chaqld „ |JJko' to Iron r you sing- that stmg’iif anrTJT 1 " * I Robin’s lovo of praise bid nut diminished as lio grow older, and ho had nol much difficulty Jn pur- Binding hiinsolftllal ho had a right (a indti'ga him I eoir a littlo, now that pounds wore moro plentiful I with him than pence used to ho formerly. So hn wont to (lio club, which was culled the ‘Convival Club,' and mot evory Wodncsd.iy evening. ilis neighbor introduced him, and all the company seem od bo cordial, and made so much of him after ho had sung a song, mid wore so loud m the applause, that Robin full himself quite at oaso and thought it was Bomelhing to be looked up to at a club. Ono song of course brought on another, and the singer was ir.vilcd to 'wet his whistle’ with a glass of gin and water, and so ho kept it up, and wont homo n littlo before midnight in light good humor, pleased with himsolfnnd all around him. Having gone nnco to the club it was not difficult to go again. ‘Business is good,’ said Robin In him self, and if any misgivings rose in his mind, ho kept them down with the thought (hat (hero could not possibly bo any harm in taking a friendly glass in such ruspoctiblo company. For u little while tlie grosn branch seemed to (louriah more than ever under (ho iiimuluiis of the strung Hold with which Robin now watorod 4 it. Out. as gurdnors know well, it is of no uso trying to go i against nature ; and if plants and vegetables cannot have proper nourishment, they die. They must have the right tiling or none at all. However, after the first burst, the green branch began to show symptoms of being out of ordor; something was not right, either a blight had fallen on it, or a worm had got to Its heart. Some of ilia loaves turned yellow, a few became black, and (hose that remained green had n sort of doubtful look, os though their turn would soon come. After water' Ing it for a time with gin, Robin tried rum and brandy, for from singing at the club ho got to sing ing at election mootings, and instead ofsomo thirty are forty there were four or five hundred to clap their hands and cry, ‘a capital song!’ Still the branch did not recover its greenness, but withered visibly in the sight of nil beholders. I Some things, it m said die very hard ; and bo It was with Robin May's green branch ; even after till (hu leaves fell o(T, the hire wood struggled to push furtli now ones, and although a few sickly buda made their appearance, they never came to any tiling, and at last the branch died outright, and seemed to have been scorched by a thundobult. Many years afterwards, when Robin was a lone, tottering, (rumbling pauper in the vvork-liouso, lie might at times bo heard murmuring to himself,‘lt wanted only water, and 1 killed it with strong li quor !’ Ills illrth. Abbott, in bis‘Lifo of N.i paloon,' thus speaks of iho birth of tho 'King of Romo,’ tlioann of N a polo on, by Muria Louisa : “It bod previously boon announced that (ho can nan of tli6 invahdios should piochini tho advonl of (ho expected boir (o llio throne. If (ho child wore a princess, twenty ono guns wore to bo /trod, if a pnneo, one hundred. Al six o’clock on tho morn ing of Iho twentieth of March, all Paris was arou sed by tho doop booming of (liobo heavy guns, in annunciation of tho arrival of ilia welcome siren, per. Every oar was on tho alort. Tho slumborors woro aroused from thoir pillows, and silonco perva ded all tho stroota of tho busy metropolis, as tho vast throngs stood motionless to count (ho tidings which those explosions woro thundering in thoir oars. Tho twenty-first gun was fired. Tho interest was now lutonio beyond conception. For a moment, Iho gunners delayed the next charge, and Paris stand wailing in bronthlosa suspense. Tho hoavily loaded od guns than with redoubled voice, ponied forth tho announcement. From tho entire city, one universal roar of acclamation roso and blended with (boir thunders. N«vor was a monarch saluted with a mare affecting demonstration of a nation's love and homage. Tho birth of tho King of Romo I how illustrious! Tho youthful mind will pause and muso upon tho striking contrast furnished by his death. Who would than have imagined that his Imperial father would have died a prisoner In a do. lapidated stable at St. Helena; and that (bis child (ho object of a nation's love and expectation) would linger through a fow short years of neglect and sor row, and (bon sink into a forgotten grave." Nature cannot ho surprised In undress. Beauty breaks |n everywhere. ; Tho Dead Sea and the Cities ot the Plain. Id Iho Old Testament scriptures, there is an ac count of the overthrow and destruction of certain Cities, the inhabitants of which aroused the Divine Vengeance. It has always been a favorite theory with many moderns, that tho Dead Sea covered the site of the cities of Sodom and Gomorrah, and Unless wo err in our recollections, Lieut. Lynch 1 gave that opinion an omphalic ondorsntion. In deed, our gallant officer had no doubt that he ' found Mrs. Lot, who we are told, was transformed I into a pillar of salt, for looking back as she ran. I A book has just been published in England, and hVe presumo will soon appear In this country will give the quietus to the popular ideas tin Ijiis subject. It seems that Monsieur de Sau- Idy, a member of tho French Institute, could not 'Coincide in opinion with the popular notions of the Overthrow of the cities of the plain; regarding them jig unauthorized by tho scriptural history of that qvent. His dosiro to vindicate the correctness of | his views induced him to visit the Holy Land.— 'Accordingly, ho left for the scene of his labors in 1050, being accompanied by his son, by the Abbe do St. Michon, ond several intelligent friends. In that and-the following year, he pursued his arch ecological explorations with the happiest results. , He was abundantly supplied with means, and having secured a strong body of infantry and cav alry, ho was enabled to proceed with his mission without danger, from tho momadic tribes of Arabs. Ho directed his attention, first, to a careful exam ination of the Dead Sea. Beneath the slinking Waters of this remarkable sea, popular tradition Had located Sodom and Gomorrah; but be was aopn convinced, that, like the apples which were once believed to grow upon its borders, the popu lar idea had no foundation-in fad. >; But ho (band the cities of tho plain, and rode among their rains. His eyes looked upon their Wfdely extended remains, bearing even now, tho (harks of that tornblo visitation “fire from lleav which consumed ond destroyed them. Up the shores and in tho vallios where they origi nally stood, this French savant discovered their blackened reins. f'fl is surprising thnl they have not been sooner' discovered. Tho Holy Land has boon u point of interest with ell' travellers and explorers in all times. From the crusades until the present hour, men have flocked thither and trodden the land more full of sublime memories than any other por tion of tills babbling earth. But wo easily account for tho failure to diecov er thus© relics of olden limes. Men have always visited the Dead Sea, and ns they looked upon its sluggish, salt waters, have regarded them as shut ling in darkness (he cities accursed of Heaven.— Hence no traveller has sought after tho cities of the plain, and it has been reserved for the French j savant of the present day lo bring lo light il is Strong confirmation of the Old Testament records.J We trust that our American booksellers will soon givo to the American public, the results of , Monsieur do Sauley’s researches. Row BriUanula Salutes Her Babies/ j ilriitannin, \iko a most careful mother, expends ] ti\world of powder on her babies. A week ago flourished tho powder-puiT, regardless of cx , pjnso, and regardless of noise. Her three young- Q'fjoyal babies—the Princess Louisa, aged five years; (he Prince Arthur, aged three; and ihedoar llttlo poppet Prince, Leopold, aged not one—were all of them brought down from (ho nursery n( Os borne, and, with Iholr nurses, embarked on board tho Fairy, to cross (o Portsmouth, on their way lo Windsor Castle, lo be smothered with kisses, by one of the best of mammas and one of tho lender est of fathers. Well, the precious babies passing through Spit-1 head, “were saluted by the Blenheim, by the gar- ' nson, and by the Victory, flag ship;” and tins was ordered by grannara Hnttannin, who, wo think by | sncli smoke and pother rather exposes her dotage, than shows her affection. Why should the “ada- [ manline lips” of sixty-eight pounders, salute those 1 little babies? Louisa, being fivo years old, may ! be a littlo seasoned to custom; and Arthur (as god- 1 son to the Duke) may have n precocious taste fur gunpowder; but consider the tender months of baby Leopold! A suckling, and saluted with a smack of thunder! Poor littlo Heart! No doubt granny Rnitannin means the noiso ns an ovidonco of her love ; but wo needs must think It a proof of her foolishness. Dear littlo roso-bnda ! Why not go to bo kissed at Windsor in all thoir innocent freshness? Why should they bo forwarded to their parents, new too from Scotland, smelling of gunpowder, in which Is so much brimstone ? I A Ilumbutt of Society, Poets may write it up, moralists may preach it, and editors may prato about the elevating influen ces of education and accomplishment upon fe males; but practically it isn't worth u straw.— Mary may bo a good scholar—paint, draw, dance, sing and play, but so long as hor father and mo ther peddle pop-beer and ginger bread, Mary can not bo more than third rnto, In the estimation of society nl largo, or rather wo should say among iho host people—people who handle moral ques tions as you would a decayed cat, with a pair ol longs. Again it is said to be an excellent thing to earn one’s bread, to be Independent in so fur as . (ho daily wants of a healthful body are concerned.' Rot just you let a young lady go to work, to re trieve a lost fortune, In a tailor's shop, millinery establishment, or printing office, and see how mony noses are turned up by her late associates, and by many, 100, who daily hang on to the skirls of a rich uncle, 100 proud to work. And again* you see how sudden the change from the respectable work-woman to the snob, when some freak of fortune brings to a serving girl a fashionable home, flow forgetful! Well, well—it is human nature wo suppose to ho proud, and however ridiculous It nppenrs, it’s no uso arguing or sneering against it. Util it does make one laugh occasionally to see people straight en up so suddenly and so smart. A loiter writer, who semis joltings forth from Cincinnati, tells the following story as ono that actually occurred in that city : A very amusing incident occurred on Walnut street (ho other day, illustrative of the natural in. Blind of ono sheep to follow another. A small drove was coming up tho street, and when they arrived opposite the Gibson House, the foremost mode a rush to go into an alloy, but n man sud denly coming out, somewhat frightened tho sheep, and it, deviating slightly from the true course, darted into a fancy lamp store, followed by tho, whole flock. Tho crowd eager to witness tho sport, Instantly blockaded the door, so that there was no modo of egress lor tho unceiomonious v|h hors, and as said lamp store was 100 contracted to suit thoir peculiar notions and wishing to regain thoir liberty as speedily as possible, saw no other moans of escape but through the window. Ono of thorn mndo o brook and leaped clear through the show window upon the pavomoni, demolishing In Us progress glass ware, china, &0., with on alacrity truly pruiso worthy. Tho crowd imme diately fall back from tho door and allowed a free passage, but every sheep jumped through that hojo, in tho window. The man who beats tho drum for the “March of Time,” also plays on the “Horn of plenty.” The Arctic Ocean< It almost makes us shiver to think of it, and we can't commence to write of it without putting on our overcoat and piling more coal on our fire.— Now, then, wo are more comfortable, and feel warmly for the sufferers in those Northern Seas. Sir John Franklin and his gallant crew have doubtless long ago, mol with martyrs’ deaths.— But their gloomy fate did not dolor others from investigations and eager aeaichings for the North west passage. For three years, Capl. McClure has toiled amid the dreary icebergs, far away from all traces of civilization or humanity. But at last ho has accomplished a triumph. He has demon strated the important fad that a vessel can pass through the Arctic ocean from the Atlantic to the Pacific. The world may admire and wonder at the heroic daring of the “child of destiny;” they may build monuments to the philanlhrophy of Howard; they may venerate the achievements of mind every where, but they should not forget tho measure of praise duo to the bravo Captain, who has breasted the snows and icebergs, and faced the ghastly form of doath in accomplishing a long sought, but hitherto impracticable scheme. Let tho world know It; and let the world praise the brave, gal lant, heroic McClure. —Pittsburgh Union. Tho Pnrmcr—A Pretty Plotnre. Tho man who stands upon his own soil, who foeis (hat by tho laws of tho land in which lie lives—by tho laws of civilized nations—ho is tho rightful and exclusive owner of tho land which he tills, is by (ho constitution of our nature under a wholesome in fluence, not easily imbibed from any source. He fools—other things being equal—moro strongly than another, the character of a man as tho lord uf tho inanimate world. Of this great and wonderful sphere, which, fashioned by God, and uphold by his power, is rolling through the heavens, a portiod is his—his from the centre to the sky. It is the space on which the generations before him moved in its round of duties, and he fools himso If connected by a visible link with those who will follow him, and lo ' whom ho is to transmit a home. Porlups his firm has come down lo him from his forefathers. They have gone lo their last home; but ho can trace their fuulHlcps over the scenes of their daily labors. 'Flic roof which shelters him was reared by those to whom ho owes his being. Some i interesting domestic tragedy is connected with every i ißclosuro. The favorite fruit tree was planted by I his father’s hand. He boyhood be sides the brook which still winds through the mead ; ow. Through the field lies tho-path lo tho village school of earlier days. Ho still hears from his win j dow the voice of the Subbath bell, which called his : father and forefathers to the house of God, nnd near 1 at hand is the spot whore h|s parents aro luid to rest, and where, when his time hALcomo. ho shall bo laid by his children. These are lift feelings of an owner of the soil. Words cannot point them—gold cannot buy then] : they flow out of the deepest fountains of the heart, they nro the life spring of a freeh, healthy, and generous national character. Christmas In Van j . Fur many years I have been to call I my Christmas dinner m a whit(T jTjfcfijK.ffnd a loose l | shirt collar, tho door and w indows tlirbwn w ido open I admitting lho warm and sluggish breeze, the seen) of summer flowers und newly made buy. A much prized lump uf ice, cooling my tepid lemonade, li ns long been to mo the only sign of frost—(ho sojttrno mento of old.country. Chrstmas weaUtiUSotZl&fllSE mania a dessert ofjucy, English cherries, ripe, jolly looking gooseberries, ruddy bunches of newly gath ered currants, und delicious strawberries, formed a repast far moro in keeping with tho weather than the dinner of roast beef and hoi plum pudding, which In obodjonco lo (ho good old custom, wo vainly strove to swallow. But still, In Australia, as In every English colony, whatever ho its latitude, Christmas reUins its old association*! and loved usuages, and I the yule leg, and midnight walls,the rich spice enko I anil mellow chcrte, recall to tho long absent settler 1 many a happy clwislmas of Ins boyhood. I 1 ly' I’boNuw York Mirror relates tho following incident : Col. John Harper was employed in ono of Ms lower counting moms, when Iho startling announce monl was brought to him llml llm budding was nil tiro, coupled with tho enquiry—‘Whul portion of iho properly shall wo save first, sir 7’ 'Never mind the properly,' replied Mr. Ilurpcr ‘savo Iho lives.' •This is n sad calamity, sir,’ said n friend In Mr. John Harper, alluding lo iho conflagration. —‘a largo number of poor persons thrown nut ofcmplnymenl.’ *Oli yes,’ answered Mr. Harper, 'Ood bless thorn, tilcy must bo seen to.’ Another of Iho brothers md present at the fire, I when ho hoard of it, asked, ‘Are there any lives lost?' j‘No,' was llio reply, ‘Then,’said bo,‘All is well.' I With such a spirit to meet such a calamity, all will bo well, and tbo indefatigable Harpers, backed by Ibo warm sympathies of tbo community and tbo country, will riso from I lie ashes of ibis conflagra tion Phamix like. No loss of properly can over whelm such mon. Virtue its own Rkwaud.—Hvery man under (hid, has liis destiny in bis own bands. If ho will be virtuous, ho may lie. If ho is virtuous, ho cannot but bo happy. Like llm suffering Redeem er, ho may and will iio “a man of sorrow and ac quainted w till grielj' 1 but his consolation shall flow like a river, and bis riglitemisne-.s and happiness shall roll like llio waves of a peaceful sea; fallow ing ono after another, until they bear him lo Tie t blight ami beaulilul land beyond the tomb. Rea der! art ihmi peer? art thou tried by thine infirm, meal art thou persecuted by enemies 1 Still “Hope on, hope over," bo tbo motto of thy life.— Still bo virtuous, and your triumph shall bo cer tain. ido nol know a single young man who started with mo in life, guided by a virtuous in tent, who has failed of success. Many of that class arc scattered lo and fro on iho earth. Fierce blasts and polling storms beat upon many of them to this day, but every ono ol ilium now living who has been virtuous, has won for himself a good de gree in his sphere; and many shall rise up and bicss llio hour when these young men were hero. liiPonxANCB or Tiuki.es —Ono of Iho earlier foun ders ol llit* cotton trade, in England, purchased an oslalo in a neighboring country, from a peer, far several hundred thousand pounds. Tho house with its furniture was to remain precisely as it stood.— When the purchaser took possession ho missed a small cabinet from tho hull, worth some throe or four pounds. Ho applied (a Iho late owner about 'Well,' said the noble lord, '! cqrlainly did order It to bo removed. It is on old family cabinet, worth more (rom its associations than anything else; I lurdly thought you would have oared about so trill mg a mutter in so largo a purchase/ ‘My lord,’ was the characteristic answer,‘lf I hud not all my 1 1 fo attended to trifles, I should not have been able to purchase (his estate, and, excuse mo for saying so, perhaps if your lordship had cared mure about trifles,you might not have had la soil it/ Tho last dog story Is from Fayetteville, Arkan sas, whore a former's dog has been detected in going to (ho hog pen at night and biting one of the nogs till ho gets up, when “Archy” lies down in tho warm place and goes to sloop. (fj* A judge onoo reprimanded a lawyer for bring, ingmg several small suits into court, remarking that it would havo boon bolter for tho parlies, had ho pursuadod his client to an arbitration of some two or ihroo honest men. ‘Please your Honor,' said tho lawyer, 'wo did not want to trouble honest men with them.' AT $2 00 PEE ANNUS. (OQJJtf ?UIU SuJ3foi Tho following from the pen of a celebrated an« thor should be attentively read by every tnao who appreciates sound truth and wholesome instiQO lionn: Breathes there a man with sbbl So dead. Who never to himself hath said— I will my county paper take, Goth for my. own and family’s sake. If such there bo, lei him repent, And have the paper to him sent, And if he’d pass a happy winter, He in advance should pay the printer! Too much gravity argues a shallow mind. Nothing is given more liberally than advice. Debt is a perfect boro, All nalnro dies and lives again' A stern necessity—a ships rudder. Always drive doubts into certainties. When wo seek after wit, we discover only fool ishness. A bachelor is a target which flirts and coquettes shoot at. Mature deliberation is always belter than hasty decision. The roan who “flew InlO o passion,” has found his way out. The fellow who was “taken by surprise,” has been released. When a man cannot contain himself, is ho 100 large or 100 small 1 Infidelity is the confusion of weak minds and the resource of guilty ones. Nothing olevaSes uS so much as a spirit similar yet superior to our own. God made all men free, but is it known that he promised to keep them so. The body of the young man who “feel Into a reverie" has been recovered. The fellow who a project,” was obliged to bring it back again. Conversation enriches the understanding, but solitude is the school of genius. If you want things that will lake, just gel a $5 Ik umbrella, or a pretty wife. The bakers of Philadelphia have resolved not bake or servo bread on Sunday. Why are chickens necks like door-bells Be cause they are often wrung for company, Cnglish railway companies now refine to lake delaced coin from passengers for faro, 1 'Che evoilasiing Gardiner case is agaiD"hefore 1 the criminal court in Washington city. Diuroo not before you have examined the trotbl Understand first, and then rebuke. ' ' Bo careful how yon promise, hut whet) yon have promised, bo careful how you fulfill. j Girls always look pleased when matrimony, .now bonnets, and sleigh rides ore talked about. T AlwayOTloubl the sincerity of a'girl Vlora whan you see her wipe her mouth after you kiss her. Young Indies are like arrows—they are all in a quiver when the beau comes and can’t go off with out them. If a “m»« is as good as a mile,'* as the old adage has it, how many young men does it take to make a league ? Gel possession of ilie whole world, and if you measure your own shadow, you will not find it one joi larger than before. A wise man being asked how old he was, re plied, ‘-I am in health,”and being asked how rich ho was, said, “I am not In debt.” I hough a great man may, by a rare possibility, bo an infidel, yet an intellect of the highest order must build upon Christianity. A miner on Spanish Flat, California, a short distance from Auburn, found, last month, a lump of pure gold worth five hundred dollars. I here is a proposition before the Legislature of South Carolina, for appropriating 830,000 toward the erection of a monument to the late Mr. houn. John Mitchell and Thomas F. Meagher, (he Irish exiles, will commence the publication of a newspaper in Now York, on the Bth of January, called "The Citizen," Thn jury in the libel case of Fry vs. Dennett, of the New York Herald, have rendered a verdict against Donnell of ten thousand dollars damages and costs. Whenever wo find our temper ruffled toward a parent, a wife, a sister, or a brother, wo should pause and think, that in a few more months or years, they will bo in the spirit land, watching over us. or perchance wo should be there watch ing nver them left behind. FI.EOANT iMPnOMCTU.—• Truth is mighty, So is cheese; Fanny’s flighty, So are fleas. Figs are “Bomo,” And so’s a figure ; Steel is strong, And so's a nigger. An honest, virtuous man lives nol to (he world, hut to liifl own conscience. Ho, as the planets above, steers a course contrary to (hat of the world. Lot a woman bo decked with nil (ho embellish ments of nrt and nature—yet if boldness is to be road in her face, it blots out all the lines of beauty. A very honest chap in Boston, who wishes to sell his horso, advertises it as follows : “Tor solo, u brown horso, with a Roman nose. In condition, and very fond of travelling—-having run awoy four times within a week.’* * Kissing a pretty girl ‘down south,*a young gen tloman asked her‘what made her ho sweelV ‘Oh* she replied, in utter innooenco, ‘my father Isa su gar planter 1' Unßopliietioalod manners are Uio genuine ornn rnents of a virtuous mind. Good brooding shows itself most, whore lo sn ordinary size it appears least. The lady who “swallowed n elory," has bean troubled with dyspepsia over sines. Mors suioldos occur In Now England, Ihsn lo all the real of (ho United States. It in n fact* nol a Joke, that dogs ore cookedabd served up In Paris as hares and rabbits. A certain amount of opposition is a great help lo n man. Kites rise against and not w ith the wind. A conspiracy to destroy the life of Cassiue M» Olay, has boon discovered and thwarted in Ken tucky. NO. 30.
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