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MOW SOFTLY ON THE BBHISED HBIET.
How softly on the bruised heart :
. A word of kindnops falls, ' .
’ And to the dry ana parched son! .
' The moistening tear-drop calls \
O,Tf they knowwho walk the earth,
' ’Mid grief and pain,
•;i The power a word of kindness hath,
,! : (.-’Twero,paradise again.
The weakest and the, poorest may ,
’ ' Tjie simple pittance' give, , ■
And Wd delight to withered hearts, ,
again,and live;
Oh, wftat is life if love is lostl
1 If man’s unkind to roan— . ‘
Or, whaftho heaven that waifs beyond
: ■ This brief had mortal span 7
As stars upon the tranquil sea '
In mimic glory shine }.
So words of kindness in tho heart
Reflect the'source divino 5
Oh, thon bo kind, wbo’er thou art,'
; That broathest mortal breath,.
■Aud it shall brighten oil thy life,
: And sweeten even death.
f . , From the Greensburg democrat,
■ “TEE STREAM I LOVED” .
nr “3YLVU.”
’Twaa on its banks, in other years,
When gay tho.fnturc seem’d,
, Before my eyes o’er dlmm’d with tears,
Behold life’s changing scones.
That by Its tide ! gambol’d fr6o
Prom' every sordid cate; •
And Httlb'drcamod to sorrows see
In tho futoro, bright and fair. ,
But,* oh I ■ how sad has been the change
A few fleet years have made ,
Beside that stream, ray boyhood’s range,
TVhord I so often strayed! •
Upon Ua banks the fragile forms -
, That wlth mo often played.
Are long since sheltered.from the
- And by its patera laid.
And OHB.wUh whom I loved to stray,
- At evening’s shadowy hour,
To hear the zephyr gently play
.. Through budding trees and bower. -*»
Now in tho grave Ims found a rest
Upon the streamlet's shore.
Her spirit’s roaming with the blest}
, Earth’s scones with her are o’er.
'Tho stream still ripples softly by,
Beside her grassy tomb,
That covers many hopes, while I
■ Must wander on In gloom.,
Miscellaneous.
LOST AND WON
OS TUE THIRD. SEASON.
. «Toa; ho tkall propose this soason,-;*nd then
1 shall have tho gratiflcatlon, tho delight, tho
exquisite triumph of refusing him. It will only
servo him right-I*’ ' -
Such was tho language of Florence Neville’s
eyes, os she contemplated with no little satisfac
tion, tho graceful reflection of her figure in the
glass, baforo.whiqh she was attiring for the first
ball of the season.
Of whom was. she speaking? of whom think
ing? . Why did that short rosy lip curl with
such beautiful scorn as tho lust look was given
at : tho showy, dreas, which hung in its laoo folds
lijce<Glimmer clouds round tho fairy form of its
.younffinistress 1 Florence was at that moment
picturing to herself tho subjugation of one high
heart which had obstinately refused doing hom
age at her shrine—of one being in tho world who
had denied her power, calmly gazed at her un
doubtedly lovely countenance, and tranquilly
disapproved her “style.” It was insuflcrublo \
bo Florence determined that her third season
should bo distinguished by tho haughty, high,
aud handsome Earl of St. Clyde—not that she
cared for him; oh, no I sho was only determin
ed to make hhp-proposo. Indeed there wasa
sort of playful wager between her cousin, Em
ma Novillo and herself, on tho subject, and
Florence foil her credit at stake if sho failed.
“Have you thought of ourwagor, Florence 7”
satd Emma Novillo, as, they descended to the
drawing room together.'
“To bo sure I—Ton think I shall l6so It. I
can road your thoughts.
“If he is the' St.-Clyde of last season, you
certainly will,” laughed Emma. “That man is
Invulnerable, Florence.”
“JVbm verrons, nous vcrronsl ” said tho beau
ty, and taking ,hor father’s arm, sho sprang
lightly Into tho carriage.
It was a brilliant ball t Thu rich and tho no
ble, tho young and tho beautiful—all woro there,
and in tho oonlro of an adjoining circle, dazzling,
ly conspicuous, stood Florence. Sho was pre
paring to waltz with a tall, dark, unbending
looking personage, who was. apparently qnlto
indifferent whether ho supported her light flguro
or that of any ono else. This was Lord St.
Clydo. Floronco, on tho contrary, was all
sparkling gaiety. Sho was dancing with him
lor tho third time. Another moment and they
were flying rpund tho circle with rapid grace.
Things Wont on exceedingly well. Floronco
know her ground and tho game sho wasplaying,
and as sho passed Emma, the cousins exchanged
glances. That of Floronco said “lie is won I”
that of Emma, “Notyot I”
“I’m aft-old you aro fatigued,” said Lord St.
Clydo, as bo led his partner to o seat.
“Oh, no, not much,” replied Floronco j but
the rooms aro very warm. It is impossible to
dance, and still moro to breathe—particularly
hero.”
Sho was In on? corner of tho room—tho most
crowded and removed from either door or win
dow. . /
“The conservatories arc cool,” Bald tho Earl,
but ho did not offer to load her there. Florcnpo
was'pcrfiJctly aworo that tho conservatories wore
cool, but she know also that they had another
advantage—they wore perfect groves *of tho
choicest flowers and oraugo trees, consequently
no bettor spot was over suited for’a flirtation,
perhaps for a proposal. With experienced poli
cy, however, she only loaned gracotully buck,
and,gently tanned herself. ’.Lord St. Clyde
stood by her ship, lie was any thing but n ball
room man, fpr though hla> flguro waa faultless,
and his dancing just enough to sho>y It off, ho
had ndnp of tho .charihlhg fluency <Jf conversa
tion which Jx daticlhg partner should have jho
cotfld a compllmohllf ho did not fool
lMhowopld ii6l,tfho thought it was expected t
inprbjbro, had ho boon Mr. St. Clyde,jun.,ho
havo - boon a=groat,boro in societyi ns it
w was fi delightful young mon-MSo much
Pfopot reserve,', i , ,
In roused tho Earl from
ft'^eyona.y
‘‘Are you .too much fatigued, to 1 join in tho
goHonps, tylss NovlUe?”
‘‘Oil, .yes I I ueyop, aalloppi, it tatlguos mo
®o* Is It possible ypu like that romp. Lord St,
Clyde ?•» • •*'
The Earl proslstod, but Florence would not
naoco-r-liQ persuaded, but she would not Union
—ho condescended to repeat tho request, and
iiiiii
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BY JOHN B^'BRATTON.
YOL 40., "
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’almost allowed a compliment to escape, him—,
no, Florence was firm—tho Earl said' no mord,
but drew himself up. . Suddenly Florence rose
with her brightest Bmlloi’ •; '* . .' " *'■
- “I dm too BQlfish, ray .Lord; that gal/qppe is
Bo’inspiringtbatl can’fc*reslßt it.”' 1 ;
A change came over the splritof St. Clyde ji
ho was another creature, and. Forence was her-!
self again, all 1 triumphant. ' The next: moment’
the dancers were'thrown into confusion, there'
was a rush towards the windows, and Lord St.
Clyde was seed darting through the crowd to
wards the conservatory with a fainting figure In
his arms—it was Florence Neville I;.;
7bo bent affectionately over tho in
sensible, girl; and the Earl knelt by her with a
glass'of water; . : "
1 “It was 1 my faultl” exclaimed St; Clyde, in
an agitated voice, ; mado her
God! how lovely she'looks! she docs not revive
—-yrhat shall vfo do ?”-• ‘ '
■ “Hasho one salts?” cried;Emma'; “callmy
nnclo/l-think wo had bettor go home-7-oh, who
has any salts?” ;• J ’ 1 .
The Earl had already gone for them. With
! a stifled langh Florence opened her wide beauti
ftd eyes and started up." , 1 ,
“Wos it not well ‘done ?” ■
“Good Heaven, Florence I” ' ; '
“Well, my dear, did you never hear of any
ono fainting before ? You will lose the. wager,
cuzinamail” ■' . , •
“My dear Florence, how you frightened mo 1”
'‘‘Nevermind— hush, hero they conic j now
take papa into the ball room for my boa, and
leave Ihb rest for mo.” ’
. Emma did as she was desired, and foroboro
to ask any questions until they got home j then
sho anxiously inquired, “Did ho propose I*’. •
“No! provoking man I but very'nearly. Did
I not faint well ?” -,. -
'“Yes—hut it will not do, Florence;, that man
does not care fol*you.” •
“Nevermind that, ho shall propose. V _
• “But do you not care for him V*
“Q« Hmporte? he thall propose.” •
•“Never!” . ■
“I will make him I Remember this is only
the first ball of the season.”
Lady Mohteaglo gave a fete- at her villa at
Putney. Mr. and Miss Neville was there, of
course. Florence had an'exqulsito'boqnot, but
she saw Lord St. Clyde advancing towards herj
therefore she prudently dropped It into the cen
tre of a largo myrtlo bush. . •
. “You have no boquet, Miss Neville, 1 ’ was.
ono of his Lordship’s first remarks, ‘are you not
fond of flowers ?*
“Yes, passionately,” said Florence { “but I
have lost mine*, lam sorry, for :I fear I shall not
find another so beantlful,”
“Will you allow mo to endeavor to supply its
place with this ?” was the Instant reply.
Florence smiled and blushed as sho. took it;
the smile was art,.but the blush nature, for she
could not help it. Lord St. Clyde’s eyes were
fixed on her fiico, and the next moment sho
found herself walking with him. while Mr. Ne
ville was speaking to the hostess, whose gaunt
daughter was looking very spiteful. ■ Florence
played her part to admiration. Lord St. Clyde
was in her bower, for she had engaged him in
an animated flirtation. They wore standing on the
brink of a beautiful fountain, when the Earl ex
claimed, «Do vou know the language of flow
ers, Miss Neville ?”
“No,** said Florence, “but it must bp- Very
pretty, do you know it, my Lord?” , . .
“Yes, by heart.” ' ;
“Then tell mo what these flowers mean!”
exclaimed the beauty, quite, innocently, as.she
offered him her boqnofcwhlch was composed, of
a white rose, a pinkrroßo.bud, qomo myrtlo, and
ono geranium. The Earl .hesitated, and laugh*
cd, then suddenly recovering himself, ho said,
“They speak In their simple language the sen
timents that I dare not In words express,”
Florence fult her heart bdating, but she only
laughed—that laugh encouraged the Earl—>
“Florence! forgive mo if—” .*.
“Ah, Miss Neville, I have boon looking for
you everywhoro, and hero you are alone j” cried
ono of Florence's gay train, tbo elegant Sir
Perry Hope.
“Oh, no, not alone,” said Florence, .rather
annoyed, “Lord St. Clyde—why,whore is he—”
The Earl was gone,
“Florence, did Lord St, Clyde, propose to
day ?” said Emma to her cousin In the evening.
“Not quite, but os near as possible—l de
clare I will never speak to Sir Perry Hope
again!”
Time I Time! can nothing stay thee!
The season was passing rapidly, and Florence
had four proposals j of course, she refused them,
allbough they had not been tendered by tho Earl
of Still sho said, “Ho shall propose
before tho last Opera of tbo season.”
Palo, languid, but still delicately beautiful,
tho spoiled and potted Florence loaned back hi
hor box, dead to tho strains of .the syreno—ro
ga.'dless of tho adulteration around hor, and dlsr.
gusted with everything Jn tho shape of galoty.
Sho loaned back in hor chair and closed her
oyes for a second; on opening thorn, sho saw a
pair of dark oyos fixed with moro than com
mon oarnestness on hor face. It was Lora St.
Clyde—those wild oyos could only belong to him. i
What possessed Florence at that moment? Sho j
did not bow—sho did not smile—sbo merely I
bont forward and whispered tho word of depar- j
turo to hor chaperon •, then, winding her caeho-1
moro round hor, sho placed her arm within that
of Sir Porry Hope, and lofl (ho box,
Tht next morning Florence was reallyunwoll.
Sho said ‘not at homo’ to every ono and began
to tuno bor harp, String aftor string gavo way
as sho draw thorn up. “Liko mo, poor harp,”
sho sighed, “you are sinking, spoiling from no- 1
gleet.”
| Suddenly tho door opened, and a visitor was
|announced.
“Not ntbomo,” cried Florence hastily.
“Pardon -mo, for onco I disobey,” said a
volco, and Lord St. Olydo entered. Ho con
tinued :—“I have intruded, 1 confess, but It Is
only for a moment. I como,Mlsa Neville, to
wish you—to bid you adong—and perhaps a lost
Ihrowolll”
“Farewell!” said Florence, dropping hor
harp key t “this resolution has boon suddenly
taken, has U not?”
“No,” replied tho Earl j “I am going to sock
In Italy that happiness which is denied mo
hero.”
«Italy I” exclaimed Florence, turning hor
eyes like molting sapphires, on tho Earl—“dear,
bright, sunny Italy, my own fair land I”
“Is it yours,Miss Neville?” said Sir Clyde
eagerly. '•
“Yes, my lord, Florence was my blrth-placo,
and my homo for fourteen happy years.”
Lord St. Olydo paused—nothing Is so awk
ward as a pause in a ieh‘(i-icte ; ho fqlt this, and
' quickly rousing himself, ho said hastily:
“I will not Interrupt you any longer. Faro- j
well I—perhaps wo may moot again.”
’ ‘ “Perhaps wo may—good bye,” said Florence,
extending hor hand i it was slightly, very slight
ly pressed and she was alono. For a moment,
sho felt as If the past wore a dream, but glancing
on tho ground; sue saw a white glove—it was
tho Earl’s I. Slip turned away, and loaning on a
marble slab of a boautlflil mirror, she gazed at
tho faultless reflection of her face.
“Beauty! Beauty I”—murmured she—“pal
try gift! since I could, not win Sir. Olydo!”
And burying that young face In her hands, she
falriv burst Into a passion of tears*. -
. ; “X^Joronco(.my -own<. my idolized I” said a
volco .oloao to hot., Bho 1 turned with a real,
genuine, unartlflclal shrlok. i n , .
Tho Earl of St. Olydo was ut hor fbot I
•/ • • . :
“Well, Floronno,”mnM Emma Neville (o Mm
Countess - of. St. .'Olydo, dno ; day, “yoiy ’must
realty give mo a lesson on proposals—how well
' CARLISLE, JUNE ’B, 1854.
a* - ‘ ;-i
you managed your husband’s— teach me your
art.?*. , , . -1,-
‘VNo, ho, you are quite mistaken,” laughed,
Florence j “nhurio-tibuld bo more surprised tt
St. Clyde’s proposal tbah myself, for I had giv
en him up. Art failed, my dear Emma, and
nature gained the day in this case. Take. care
how.ybu make 1 nets, they never onswer. Men
are shockingly sharp-sighted now I” —London
Court Journal, ■ . ‘
■ ' The Spirit of Kindness.
As vftj cost our eyes''over' ‘our fair domain,
earth, how much do wb see of the goodness and
love of our Creator.'; The -whispering, of. the
breeze, the sighing of the , zephyr, the murmur
ing of the " gentle, streams os it runs along in its
quiet bed,'all conspire to show how much the
goodness of God r is shown inovorymovingthingj
tho : Sun, as ho sits in all his splendor, and covers
the heavens with bis golden ;bcaroB,tho gentle
brdczo, as it plays' among the trccsj.all whisper
the same anthem~“Love.” : But how sad it is
to look abroadamong tho human creatures that
God .has made, and seo how Utile of the true
spirit of kiudness.is shown to each other. How
much of human woo and 'suffering there is in
the world, and how much of it might bo allevi
ated if man would but sympathise in his fellow
man’s wbeai •
Go to the criminal, Ih bis darkened coll \ re
proach him fot'his crimes/show him the long
train of’evil consequences.which must; Inevita
bly follow hip ruinous course, and hctvlU answer
you onlyln sullen looks, with no, feelings of re
morse ‘ whatever; but speak 'ln gentleness, and
what a change! The 1 hardened criminal who
has not wept for years, would bow bis head and
weep. Speak to him of his now sainted mother
gone to share tho portion of the redeemed in
Heaven j coity him'in the onus of remembrance
back to the days'of his childhood, when she,
knelt beside his little bed and poured out her
prayer.for tho ..salvation of her darling boy to
Him to whom she had dedicated hirn tyhile yofc,
a'child, and the penitential tear will steal down
the cheek of one - who; 'perhaps/ had not wept
for years. . v .
Gentle words will soften the hearts of those
whoso consciences havh long been scored by
crime'ordeep affliction. - If was not the “whirl
wind” that moved the hardened triminal, to
tears, but tho “still small voico”.of affection.—*
Thus 1 wo see how much of the happiness of
earth’s millions is derived tVotn'tho true - spirit
of kindness, * a spirit which wo oh may exorcise.
May wo in future, try to exercise this lovely
spirit, and thus make the society in which’ we
live happier and better.
A GOOD ONE.
Fora short story, tho following is tho best one
wo have read since tho present whig legislature
commenced its session:
“Put out tho light,”— Shakespare,'
u And then—get into bed.”— Jenkins,
-’William and John occupied separate beds In
tho same room. John was honest, but lazy.—
On entering their room to retire for the night,
John with, his usual alacrity, undressed and
Jumped into bed, while William was pulling off
his boots and deciding which side of the bed
would most likely prove the softest. .
After a few minutes delay, William sprang
into bed, placed his head upon two pillows, and
doubled himself up, proparatory;for a comfort
able snooze, when what should ho discbvorwh. n.
Just ready to' »* drop off,” but that hd had car#/
lossly left tho fluid lamp burning. •' Tho "discov
ery gave rise to tho folllowing soliloquy i
I «< ’Twont do to leave tliat lamp burning, v but
of bbo vory.cohVihat-I hate -most wwfUUytttrgct
out on the floor) but still inusjr be.
blown out. I wonder if I can’t make John get
out. I’ll try.—John I”
“Hollo.**
<< Did'you over knowDanlel Hoskins, foreman
of engine thirty-seven ?” , .
“No. "Why?”
“Nothing, only I didn’t know but yon know
him,'. I saw by tho papers that his death was
caused last week by Inhaling tho oxharogon flui
dal vapors from a lamp that ho accidentally left
burning in tho room. After tho fluid was all
tho chemist said tho oxidal suction
of tho wick so consumed tho ©nitrogen of tho
lungs, that tho flidical vapors suddenly stopped
tho inspiration, and tho heart consed to beat.”
: John raised himself up in bod, gazed with a
sternness Indescribable on tho reclining form of
his room-mate, and in a stentorian voice ex
|:
,« Why in. thunder don’t you blow out that
lamp?”-’ -V..
“ tVVn, Sure enough,” was tho reply, “it
is Well never mind, John, It’ll
gb.out Itself In ft llttio while.” ,
- -“No It won’t go out Itself, in ft room whore I
sleep***’ - And in a twinkling of a cat’s tail, John
had extinguished tho light and returned to his
as ho did so, “ I’d rather got up
a dozen times, than to dio as Daniel joskins
did.<*. . ' , .
In the- morning John wanted to knew all tlm
particulars about tho death of Mr. Hoskins, but
William had no recollection of over speaking of
it, and accused tho honest, fellow of dreaming.
It’s What yon Spend.
“It's what thceT spend, my son," said a
sage old Quaker, “not what tnccll make which
will decide whether thco’s to bo rich or no."—
The advice was right, for it was but Franklin’s
in another shape: Take care of tho pennies,
and tho pounds will take care of themselves.—
But It cannot bo too often repeated. Men are
continually indulging insmall expenses, saying
to themselves that it is only a trifle, yet Target
ing that the aggregate is serious, that even the
sea shore is made up of petty groins of sand.—
Ten cents a day is even thirty-six dollars and a
half a year, and that is tho interest of a capital
of six hundred dollars. Thoman that saves ten
cents a day only, is so much richer than him
who docs not, as if he owned a life estate in a
house worth six hundred dollars; and if invest
ed quarterly, docs not take half that time. But
ten ccnts.a day ig child’s play, some will ex
claim. Well then, John Jacob Astor used to
say, ; that when a man who wishes to bo rich,
lias saved ten thousand dollars, has won half the
battle. Not that Astor thought ten thousand
much, but ho knew that in making such a sum,
a man acquired habits of prudent economy,*
which would constantly keep him advancing m
wealth. How many however, spend ten thou;
sand in a few years m extra expenses, and when
on looking back,cannottcll,astheysay,“where
tho money went to." To save is the .golden
rule to get rich. To squander, oven in small
sums, is* the first step towards tho poor house.
. ; Luwokrods.—A young loss, who 1 bad went to
camp-mooting and camo back full of tho revival
which they had, did nothingtho following week
or more but sing» “Shout I shout I wo’ro gain
ing groundl” „ Sho had the tune so pat, that oil
sho said woa but a. continuation with that song,
nnd-not unft-oquontly tho rhymo was too long for
tho tune. Ola Jowfor slipped in and took o hone
off (ho table, and just as ho was making for tho
door, she sang out—
“lf you don’t go but Pll knock you down, ■
• - v . • Hallo, hallohdar,
You'nasty, stlnkln’ flop-oared hound,
o‘, glory, ImlleUvlav I”
DCT" A ‘Western editor says,‘that If you want
to fool as nice ns a hymn-book In a rod cover
and good clasp, all you have to do is to run and
pick a pretty girl up when you see her flrtl down
in tlm .slivot. Ho frleddho experiment the oth
er day, and Ims (bit full of jmnshlup, clover and
(pur-story happiness over smeo.' ’ i
i ‘otm couifrßr-
The
They sleep fathers sleep,
• In the bound}
They rest not ’nontlMMjyled wall,
, That shades that -ground.'
Nor where tho, peal, .
Pours music-on
Through th'o'dlm s%^vetydoor,
And swells amid'us^??*
Not whorothd-f isf la qf^'grooni"
And spring flowers blqteoro fair;
.Upon the graves men, . ,
whoso there,
Where do hardy inen,
* Who left tholrnatfVb shore, .
To earn ttieirbrbhd'lnHlstant lands, -
Beyond the Atlantic flrqar? .
They sleep on many aj onbly spot,
Where tho mighty Hrest'grow— .
Whore tho giant odlfjf stately, pine;; ,
Adarkj lone shadpjfthrew. . j‘.
The wild fowl pourii ItojWly £ong
Above their grassy ifeves i ■■■::■ «r■
And iUr away, stilly night,
la heard the voice obpuvcs*
Anil tho breeze Is
Tho forest boughs airfwv.g, .
With mournful cqdonpdj'inglng,
, Liho harpa by &gels^vymg.
And lilies, nursed by wwjring dew, -
Shed hero there blowzy pale?..
| And.spotlcss show-flow^Jlghtlybend ■ .
1 - Low to the pafislhg^p3^,“ V
The fire-fly lights’her lamp
- In that deep forest'giMvy 1 J
Like hopc'shlcst light’wwr.hrrais the, nighty
. And darkness of thej|\|j^r
; Tho mossy
Its silent record kocjfcnf.' J
Where, mantling in thejfuWt shade,
•■'The lonely exile
Yet deem him not by aftVor&'f 5
.Kind hearts havo;brcy ImPa prayer,
And tears of Ashed
By those who laid flero.-
TUB LAND BEiO,\II TflE KITEK.
‘ Ttwas a lovely day. JiThc balmy breath of
Jane wafted the rich fragrance of the-summer
flowers, while the warj&lmg songsters of the
grove chanted sweetest DK'iodica to their Crea
tor,: God; andin their mditjncloilious strains,
vied with all;created Natureih-rendering praise
to.tho Fountain of all iblessings> x The .golden
orb of day was just shaking behind the western
wave, aha : its last lingering rays, as'-ihougk
loath to leave the scenaT.still shea their haloNtf
mellow light lupon it, lighting up the arch of
heaven, and gilding thA .fleecy clouds with the
tints of Paradise. The whole scene, is one of
surpassing loveliness. ißut, kind reader, while
your heart is filled wit! praise and love to the
bountiful Giver of good go with me and learn
to adore his richer love. ;
Liltlc Ellnrwas dying. ■ Pain no longer rack-1
ed her weary limbs, under the touch of the
icy hand of death the filler that for days had
been drying the blood in.her veins, was rapidly
cooling, and the flush was fading from her thin
check: ’ The dying littliono was dearto many
: Ikarbj; tlicirowas the grief too deep for utter
ance,' and, in tho sllcnco of bitter, tearless agony,
they stood around her dying couch, for they
knew (hat departing..- 'Tho fothcrnnd
jng bvdr thO form of the lovely child, watching 1
her labored breathing;. In apparent sleep, she
had for some timobccnsilcnt, and they thought
tiat it might be thus she would pass away.—
But suddenly her bluo eyes opened, and a smile
of hcayehlvswectncss rested upon her features.
She looked eagerly forward at first, then turn
ing her eyes upon her mother’s face, said in a
sweet voice-^”Mother, see that beautiful coun
try, beyond those dark, rushing waters. Oh,
how beautiful! What is tho name of that coun
try, mother?” .
* *1 con sco nothing, my child,” said the moth-
cr. ....
“Look (.hero dear mother,” said tho child,
pointing again, “can you not see it now ? See
how those angry-waveadash against those rocks,
and ob! what a beautiful country beyond—the
sun shines so pleasantly, and I see such beau
tiful flowers, and the birds sing so sweetly, oh!
they arc so near mo now, I can almost touch
them with my hand, and tho pcoplo all look so
happy there. Ob papa 1 can you not see be
yond the river I** Tcllrao tho name of that
land.”
. The parents exchanged glances, and replied
together, “tho land you sco is heaven, is it not,
my child 1”
“Oh, yea, that is itanamo; X thought it must
bo heaven. On, let roo go. But how shall I
cross that deep, dark river ? Father, cany mo,
will you not ? Sec, tho angels are waiting for
mo on tho other aide.- They are bolding out
their arms for mo. -Oh, father, take mo in your
arms, and carry mo cross tho river. Imustgo.”
A solemn awo pervaded tho room, as if they
stood upon tho very verge of eternity; as if tho
curtain was about to be withdrawn that con*
Scaled tho unknown glories of tho eternal world.
“My child, will you not wait with us a little
longer,” said tho father; “stronger arms than
mine will soon bear you across tho river. Stay
with your mother a little longer. See how she
weens at the thought'of losing you*,’*
“Dear mother, do not cry, But come with mo
and cross the stream: Como, father, riomo.—
Angels are whispering in my cars; and 1 see a
being standing upon tho" other shore who is
smiling upon me, and; stretching out his arms
to toko mo. Now hois coming down into tho
river to curry mo across. I must got come
with mo I’* And etretthinp out her little arms
for a Inst embrace, ebc said—“ Good bye, fath
er; good byo, mother. ' Don't you boafraid.—
Helms come to cany iticsafcly across tho river.”
And there were hcrjlast words. Gently did
they lay tho"fair fonnj back again upon the pil
low, and kneeling at tho bedside, those, grief*
stricken hearts thanked God for this lesson of
love,.and prayed for, resignation, saying, “The
* Lord gavo and the; Lora hath. taken away;
blessed bo tho name of tho Lord.”
A Geological PaouLi.uiiTr.— An Ohio pa
per tiays that beneath the town of Bryan, in
Williams county, Ohio, there is ft subterranean
lake, at ft depth of from forty to fifty feet, from
wliich the inhabitants, for milca around pro*
euro their waiter. The wells arc bored with au
furs until the workmen arrive at a bed of solid
luoclay two or three feet in thickness; this
clay is penetrated by means of a drill, whereup
on tho water immediately rushes upwards thro
the aperture and fimds ft fountain with a stream
one or two inches in circumference, raising tea
height of irora eight !to fifteen feet- above tho
surface of the ground. Generally, for several
days after tho water! begins to flow, largo quan
tities of fino white sand aro ejected, but the
stream finally becomes entirely pure. No sea
son or change of woiltlior baa any cflootupon
these fountains, andf their source ih inexhausti
ble.' Some of tho larger 'of them frequently
throw lltltlu fishes forth from tho depths below,
into the uimccustunuxl light of day. ;• •. -
A GoooOmhn.—(The first Russian prizes ta
ken ary vessels salttho very article
wo propose pat upon.the tail of the eagle.—
Vunefr. ■
iiltilii.
)H WEONG, 001 l OOUKTBT.V'
I have seen and heard of people who thought
it beneath them to work—to employ themselves
industriously at. some useful labor. Beneath
them to work! Why, work is the great motto
of life; and ho who accomplishes tho most J)y
his industry, is the most truly great man—aye
and is the most distinguished man. among his
fellows too. And the man who.forgets his du
ties to himsdf, his fellow: creatures, and bis
God—who so far forgets tho great blessings of
life as to allow 1 his energies to stagnate in in
activity and usdessness, hod better die ; for
says Holy Writ, “He that will not work, neith
er shall'ho cat.” , An idler is a cumbcrer. of tho
ground—a weary curse to himself, as well os
to those around him.
Beneath human beings to work! Why, what
but the continued history that brings forth the
improvement that never allows him. to bo. con
tented with any attainment he may have made
—of work that ho may have effected —what but
this raises man above the brute creation, and
under providence, surrounds him with comforts;
luxuries and refinements, physical, moral and
intellectual blessing?. The great orator,.the
great poet, and the great are great
working men; Their vocation is infinitely more
laborious than that of the handicraftsman; and
the student’s-life has more anxiety than that of
any other man. Arid all, without the persever
ance, the intentional# real industry, cannot
thrive. Hence the number of mere pretentions
to scholarship, or those who have not strength
•and industry to bo real scholars, but stop half
way, and arc snjattcrcrs —a shame to the pro
fcsaitpi.' i ‘;
Beneath human beings -to work 1 T#ok in
the artist's studio, tho poet's garret; where the
genius immortality stands ready to -seal* his
work with a« uurtlivccable signet, and then you’
will only see industry, standing by his sfdr *
■ Bcncathhuman - icings to work! Why, l
had rather that a’child of mine should labor
regularly at the lowest meanest emplo'TucuL.
titan to waste its lime, its body, mind android,
in folly, idleness, and uselessness.- Better to
wear out in a year, than to' mst out in a' cent
tury.‘
-is;—
‘Beneath humap. beings to work! Why, whut
but work has tilled our fieMsy clothed our
bodies, bUUt our houses, raised Tiur churches,
printed our books, cultivated our minds and
souls ?,. “Work out your own salvation,’ 1 says
tho inspired Apostle to the Gentiles.
TDB'mKEE L:\WTEB.
Yankee lawyers ppd doctors, thongh plenty .
enough- -pow-a-d!js«; on tho borders, nsed to i
have a moderate time of it.
As it.wa'S pretty.?gonorally known that they J
would not drink* whiskey, or fight when chal-1
longed, every bqfiy-hod Wi driving at them, I
and they wore frequently drivim'to leave their \
stations, and find a more peaceable ono. Oc-1
casloually, however, one was found, whoso scru
ples wore not so nice, and in such a'caso a bloody
fight was sure to occur.'
M# Henry emigrated-from Vonnontto a cer
tain county scat in MißSo‘uri, tb; practlce law.—
There was never a kinder cf more devoted man
to bis profession.. OneOf tho leaders of tho cir
cuit, however, was a drnhkch bully named Wil
son, a man of graat hbyfiical ond pug
nacity, aud *#er bo beaten two or throe
tithes in forensic to drive
Henry from the ppblicly an
nounced his Intention; }tcamo,of courso.to tho
oars of W s Intended' 1 rietJEK But hb reoeitfedif
cool/y, andT
court camerouhd, and. id Jn'ereaSo; tho-buJly'B
animosity, the first cause tried was an Important
one, in which Mr. Henry bad been detained by
the government, and hlrasoU for the defence!—
Great efforts were made on both sides, but the
superior ability of Mr. Henry carried tho doy.
Court bad adjourned for dinner, and as soon as
tho judge had 'retired, and before tho lawyers
generally, had left tho room, Wilson walked de
liberately up to Mr. Henry and grossly Insulted
him.
liio' cool hearted Yankee looked h!ni deliber
ately in tho face, and asked him what ho meant.
Ho replied, to drive every d d yankco from
tho circuit, and was going to begin right there.
Mr. Henry loooked round upon tho throng,
and mildly Inquired It this man spoke the gener
al sentiment? If it was tho wish of tho bar that
ho should leave the circuit, bo would go, but not
without. Wilson replied, no ono venturing to
speak, that it was his wish, and that his wish
was law Id that ease, so the sooner ho packed up
tho better. Hr. Henry now drew a double bar
relled rifle pistol from his pocket, greatly to tho
astonishment of tho crowd, who did not sup
pose ho over learned tho uso of such things, and
remarked that yonder candle had a long sunlT}
aimed at it, Axil twenty feet distant, and shot ft
off. Then, turning to Wilson, ho drew a sight
on his watch key that hung dangling from his
vest, and observed that ho should keep tho oth
er bullot to shoot through tlia ring of bis watch
key tho next time bo presumed to Insult him.—
Tho bully turned awfly,. as pale as death, and
not another word was said about driving off tho
Yankee lawyer.—iS7oan’* Garden City.
A New. “Balm of Gilead.”
Mrs. Credulous issues tho following certifi
cate through tboßclknap Gazette, and though
it appears as an advertisement, wo publish it
without fco or Toward, for tho benefit of her
numerous relatives throughout thc-oountry:
“I, Cordelia Credulous, have "been for many
years suffering from universal debility, spino
in back, tape-worm, rheumatism, and a long
standing rebellious complaint, making m 6 ties
puto costio betimes, ana Jhcsidcs these I have
not felt well myself j so it was not long afore
by all these diseases, I was brought very low,
and ray most imprudent friends didn’t know
mo, and tho regular faculties did not oxpoctmo
to live from end to another. After years of suf
fering and sorrow, Aunt Dorothy Tripnoso re
commended as tho last resort that I should try
a few bottles of tho Pictorial Acccilcrated Com-’
pound Extract of Gill over tho ground and tho
syrup of Ignore and Huckleberries, end to be
sartin to get thot which had tho proprietor on
it, for hone else was genuine. I have taken
three bottles and am a new cretur, and I expect
by tho time I take six bottles more I shall get
tho spine out of my bock entirely. I cheerful
ly recommend this medicine to all, sick or well.
Cordelia. Credulous.”
“A Broth o? A*Bor.”—Tho Dublin (Ire
land) Freeman states that Owen Duffle, of
Monaghan county, is 122 years old. When 110
ho lost his soconu wifo, and subsequently mar
ried a third, by whom he hod ft eon and daugh
ter. His youngest.son is tfro years old, his
eldest ninety. Bo still retains in vigor his men
tal anil corporeal faculties,andfroqucnlly walks
to tho county town, a distance of eight miles,..
K7“lt has been wittily said of the Sicilians,
that no person could pass for a man of gallan
try who had not got a cold, and was sura hover
to succeed with his mistress unless. ho made
love in a hoai'so voice. This arose from tho
custom of serenading tho oqjccts of their pro
(bronco during tho hours of night, by tho ex-1
ccutiou of vocal ftnd instrumental music un
der their balconies. Tho Sicilians are a ba
llon of poets; and tho lover who cannot cele
brate his mistress’s charms in verso, would bo
thought unworthy cf her attention. 1 •
DC/*“You Sal, what’ o’clock ? and where’s
tho chicken pio?” It’s eight sir.**
:,r !
WORE 1 WORK!
AX $2,00 PER ANNUM.
NO. 52.
Pat and the Clerk.
Wc know of nothing in Mrs. S. 0. Hull’s
“Talcs and Sketches of thp Irish Peasantry,”
(one of the most natural and characteristic of
all the books which describe the peculiarities of
the Irish, in the “lower walks” of that unhap
py country, that wo have ever' .enccsatcredi)
that excels the following specimen; which sohuf
months ago found a place in our receptacle, cut
from an American paper printed at-'tho South.
It is a striking/ illustration of “The pursuit of
Knowledge, under Difficulties.’/ V A round-ioccd,
curly-haired Hibernian inquires at the post
office for a letter for himself. Bat the questions
and answers ore more effective than the story,
in detail, would bo j so wo present it as original
ly given } 'f.
“Pat.—“ Have youivcralctthcrfor mesdf?”
v Urbane Clerk.—“ What name?”
Pat.-r-“ .Why, mb oten name, awcoorse’;
whose c/sc?” .
Clerk (still urbane.) —“Well, what is your
name?” ♦ ■
Pat—''Me name’s the same as mo father’s
afore me, and would bo yet, only he’s dead.”
Clerk (not quite so urbane). —“TVcll, what
drtvou call your self 7"
rat.—“l calls mesdf a gmtlemanj and it’s
a pltyYhcrcatch’t a couple of os!”
, Clerk dignity).—“Stand back!”
Pat.—“lt’s “back” I’ll. stand when I gits
my k-tthcr.” •*
Clerk (sternly).—“How can I give it to you,
if you don’t tell mo who you are, you stupid
bog-trotter?” • ’
Pat.—"Thinis that what you’re paid for,
pcoplethatcomcsfor their rights ?
Givi*ici ; tli6 ktthcr, or by the whiskers o’ Katc
•Ewmiey’R cat, I’ll cast me Vote agin ye, when
\ •{ els me papers.”
! 't’Ufk (very nearly angry).—“You blunder-
V blockhead, can’t you tell mo how your Icr
• /fe‘addressed?”
t -Pat (contemptuously)—“Dressed3 How
should it bo dressed, bonin’a sheet ov paper,'
like nuy other letther ?”
• Cleik (decidedly angry).—Confound you can’t
you tdl me who you are?”
. ;Pat.—“Bedad, I’m an Irishman, bred adn
.born, seed, .breed, and ginerntion. Me father
was cousin to Larry Magra,’and me mother be
longed to the Mooneys of Killmanaisv. . You’re
an ignorant old spalpeen; and if ye’ll creep out
o’ your dirty hole, I’ll welt you like anew shoe,
and if you get any more satisfaction out of me,
mo name is not Barnet O’Fltnn !”
Clerk (mollifledJ.—-“Oh that's your name, is
it?” •
• And in, “shuffles” the let
ters, “deals” one toßarriy, who “cuts.”—Har
per’s Magazine'
Ike Do-liottilnjß.
A meeting 4f this society was held yesterday 1
evening. I
Sam Lazybones took the chair. 1
BillLo&fersQ.n.waa tho vice president.
The Secretary mado his-report. He observed,
that at tho last meeting nothing had been done,
according to the constitution of tbo society.
, Jim Vacuum offered to makd a motion, but
did not movo from his salt. Ho observed that
it was the destiny ot man to work. Tho pres
ent order has beenfounded for. tbo encourage
ment of idleness/! A new member was waiting
tobo initiated. ’
Tho President said,"‘‘Let him oomein.”
f: Tho newmeniber was
giving
nx/tifo '' ,f '-
The President
nal laziness, and"desired the cajjdlclatb' fbr ad
mission into tho order to-rcpcatif after him.—
Tbo candidate waited till the Presidepthad fin
ished, and then sJud “Ditto." ■ *
The Vice President asked thocandidato wheth
er ho would take a drink.
The candidate nodded and opened his lips.
“The Secretary will now read to you the rules
of the Society,” eaid the President
The candidate shut Iris eyes and fell asleep In
an instant.
“He’ll dol” said the President, approvingly.
“Yes,” said tho Vico President; “he’ll, do
nothing.” •
•The member’s name was enrolled, and howns
roused up to pay his subscription.
Ho did nothing Qf tho kind. Nothing else
took place. Nothing more was said. Nothing
more was done. Wo know nothing more. Tho
whole thing amounta to a mere nothing.
A Dad Book’s Influence.
If some purifying censor could go through
the whole range of the vast compass of English
literature, arnicd with authority and power to |
expungcat pleasure whatever may be found inju
rious to Christian morals, thcflrcsof Caliph Omcr
would hardly be more sweeping. If any part of
suohaworkocdoncwithsucccss.thcpcrform&nco
confers a favor on tho whole multitude to whom
tbc'Engliahta a vemaculcr tongue. Such a task of
purification formany a book would be a greater
miracle and ft greater mercy, than tho sweeten
ing of the bitter waters of Alarah in tho desert,
tbr tho famishing Hebrews. The poisonous in
fluences of moral Impurity and error, go from
tho book into the soul; they are not exhausted,
like arsenic on'tho outer frame, nor conflncd to
n limited period of time. They burn in the mind
through eternity. They outlast tho fnuno Of
i the author. Some men's sin’s are open before
■ hand, going before to judgment, and some foU
lovi after . Tho accursed evils of a licentious
i book, or of a profane and Infidel publication,
\ especially if there bo enough of tho semblance
ofgouiusinit tomakoit unmortal through ft
lifetime, follow tho author into the eternal world.
Sad must bo tho reflection of those who have ex
pended tho powersof genius God lias lavished
upon them, m providing perennial and perpetual
fountafna of sin In its most alluring forma for
all who como after. i
1 Some olarro was excited in tho maternal
breasts of a village by tbo announcement upon
tlio door or a now comer t “Children taken in
three seconds.” It was soon discovered how
ever, Unit ho was not a kidnapper, but a daguor
rootyplst; 1
, K?" Tho Grant County Herald Illustrates fam
ily, degeneracy, by printing tho followldg solilo
quy of a member of tho Itlchoy ftunilyi ■ «My
grandfather fought at tho hatllu of Bimkor Hill,
my father was at Hull’s surrondor, and 1 run
like li—ll on tho plains of Ktshwankio.”
A Damieb.— At a dinner party, lately, tho
following message was politely delivered by a
UUlo girl to a wit of no Inferior ordor. “If you
please, Mr. 8., mamma sends her compliments,
and would bo much obliged if you would ftegfn
to be funney .” '
; Good.— At a party a few,evenings since, as a
young gentleman named Frost was eating an
apple In a qillot comer by himself, a young lady
came up and gaily asked him “why he did not
Share wllli her? Ho good naturcaly turned (ho
side which Was not bitten towards her, uaylng t
—“Hero, take it If Vou Wish.’.* “No, 0 1 thunk
you,” she exclaimed, looking nt him archly, “I
1 would rather have ond that is not froil-hiilen /”
land rati off to join tho company, leaving poor
Frost with a thaw in Ids hoart. ’
■' o^7“The last gift enterprise is tiio nnnounoo
! ment of one hundred thousand bundles of c /’
ira**s, urine nop ohanCOiJonO 'dollar.' The oflau* 1
I will probably cud itt smoko.
.awn
l/>w4
' \ - - j -I _ \
K7"Succcs3 depends
to”H« wio jdioWß h^olWftjlhmot-teto
jmdont.-: ,_ ,
0?* Queen Victoria was hora ontha 34th of:
May 18X0. -
Ijy Tho:BoUlhioroari»aro cbm,lalnbi ft? tho
high price of beef. ' ; ' ;' ‘ ‘ ,
foundry has been opened up town td
“cost •
D9TAn object of interest,—a girt itwhptftf fe
como Is $B,OOO a year. ** -* ; 1 *- ! "*' **
OS 9 " The Cholera is prevalUng in different sec
tions of the country.;;. ; ,; ...
oy How to .make a joitn it with .
enterprising people. • f ' '■* *“*■ *'
{Xj- Mr. Jeflfarton at tbeagd of 88
Declaration of Independence.
-DuPont r
elation of yours—put
K?“ Tho colored. Free
aro building a halHfa thttttowifr,
K2!E x-Preaident FUhhorb v sta '
homo hTpaffelo from his tout 1 south*'
«hn ;
dates for Govomor of lowa,"
E?* When yon happen to haVOnoVdfrfne'r,
no money to buy ono, just Sit ,down\and'
cookery-book. Capital feast, of^lmaginatlon,.^
that -' 1 ./7
writers have, taker! thq. fronDlo •
todeflno what a wife ought to bo,'wo may aS woTl
add onr idea bn the subject to the general fired*. .
A wife should- be, like, roast and ;
nicely,dressed..’V’■
' [£7” We arc quite convinced of -
of in milking the .avowol/tbat no, pno
desired the peace of the world more than he did
— the 'Piece qf the world alluded to belng, no'
doubt Turkey, ; ‘ ' ilr 7 <
' K7“Womoh nro like horses—tho gayer, tlio
harness thoy.havo bn, the bettor theyfbolA’.W!d, - 1
got this from au old bachelor, who woa parly
crossed in love. - -
OF* People many, not so much for what they
know of each other, as for what .they hope’ ta
find. ■ c',i
DF"In Utah, a man who- has not . more : thair
two wives la rated a bachelor. f , .. y.y.j-1
tho BalUp,.number, *
fifty vessels, all in the highest stato of ‘
carylng 2,880 guns and 82,114 men, ' " f. -
TV*. Davis, sod of Gon. DavJs of Bucks
county, Pn., has been appointed sectetaty - or
New Mexico, by President Pierce.. ; <-
OF* A good reputation la hotter-than a’fln>*
coat, In almost- any. kind ,of
wooing a fashionable.lady. . . V: , v £ri'
OF* Tho French empress drives herself .outi
in a carriago and four hordes. Sho handles tho
ribbons with great skill. - ,*'V>
DF“Bcaoty Is a great gift of-.fleavfen—not far’
tho' purpose of female vanity, but a great, gift,
for one wholovesnnd wishes to be loved. ~ ;
man who tried (o-sweeten h(9v!tea
wih one of his wifb’s 'smiles has “fklloh‘back**
on sugar. Nothing like first principles >Rcp*
D3?“A sporting gentleman in HobllohkS offers
cd a premium of $6OO (in tbo form of a bet) to
any man in Alabama who can drive six..cats in ;
harness, y J
tjyTho oldest booljrtntho fj- 'Statosris'-a
manuscript biblo In thcfiiosscssion of Dr..Witjr-,
erspoon of Alabama, written over 100 Q years :
I ago on parchment. r l-’-’y:.
DFTashlon rules the world, ond d mbsi
rannlcal mistress she Is—compelling people to*,
'submit to.tho most, Inconsistent thing linagina-'-
, bio, (or fashion's sake. i* \*
, 0F“ Govern thy life and thoughts; da if ihoi
“ whole world were to sco tho ono and read, the.
other. ‘ , ’ r ‘s. ‘, ‘
• • observed that prfeq sheep
wore only fit and. prizo owttya’ to
light them. '
05“ In Siberia, tho greatest loxuriosjvro-raw,
j:ats,. r Bccwrfl-up-ln,betttffl.oil» while In Japan>
Utopod crocodile, flanked with-mohkey’s feet,
thoiblght of
05“ An incorrigible w*g, who-.leat a minfS-“
era horad, which ran away
cal rider; thought lib should haro" somo;iredlt-.
for bis old In spreading the gospel / .
’ There Booms to bo longer a donbt/
that tho. Steamship “Olty of Glasgow” is' lbst'.'* v -
Hopodeforredmakeththo,heart aiqkl . : "yr >'
05” Deaths -by to bo
rife In all parts of the are too nu
merous to bb noticed particularly,, . * r 0 . : ~ \
05“ California has been making, rapid’strides"'
In the science of ogricuUuro within tho last year
or two. All accounts agree .that, with d tblera- %
bio season, tho wheat of6p of that stdto now ‘
growing will bo In excess ,of : .thorrtdnts of tho ;
population. . * ~ L ; *j • • y\
‘ Ds“HusBiaiB tho groatcstcmplro in exteht
that'over existed. U occupies vast regions of
Europe and Asia, and forms nearlypno sixth of I
tho habitable globe. It is forty ono times tho 1
size of Franco and, 188 times tho size of. En-.:
gland. jr*..
Ds"’ An old maid wad hoard to exclaim, whilo r
sitting at tollot tho other day—‘l can bear adver-"
slty,l can encounter hardships, and- withstand >
tho changes of flcklo fortune} but oh I to .livo<>
and droop, and dlo like a single pink—l .can’t .
endure It; and what's more I won’t.’ :
05" Mrs, Anna Cora ITowatt; (ho distinguish
ed actress and antlioress. Is to bo married on
tlio Oth of Juno, to WiA.F. BUchlo, Es<|., senior
editor of tho Richmond jßruprircr a gentleman
in all respects worthy tho guardianship of so
amiable, beautiful and accomplished a .lady.
Tho ceremony will tako place at Bovennwood,
L. 1., New York, at tho mansion.of Mrs/ S. G.
Ogden. , ik , ■
Skwifjoant,—A Washington clergyman, ft
Sunday or two since, whftb stating a deficiency
in tho collections, remarked that since Ilio lSsuo
of three coat nieces tho revenuo. of. his churchy
had decreased nearly ono-holfi , / j .
, lumOßATJOH.—During tho flfstr (liroo , weeks >
in (ho month of May, 420 vessels />um foreign •
porta arrived at Now York, bringing to bur -
midst4B,os-4 passengers.
05“ “I would advise you to pot your head In
a dye tub, it’s rather rod,” said a joker to a sen- 1 '•
dy girl. “ I would advise to pqt your’a Juto an i
oven, It’s rather soft,” said Nancy. , '
K?" Ho who makes q question where there Is,
no/doubt, must bo content with qn answer where ,
there is no reason. 1 , i
K 7“ Never attempt to drive either religion or \
virtue into men. If. they won’t take the insti- •
tntionin tho regular way, depend upon It that,
it will do no more good than to preach meta
physics to a cooking-stovo, or plain clothes for
a girl who goes in fer the fashions. .
C 7“ A young lady, says one of our exchanges,: ■
remarked to a male friend.that she feared that
she a poor sailor. The gentleman ' :
promptly answered “Probably—but I’m suro ' 6
you wouldmake an excellent mats, 1 * : . \ , j
' Qy Tho worst Mature Iq a fticb is his
nosoT-wheu stuck into other people’s business. , i
Is a singular fact Uiafc many. |qd|eamov- ♦.-?
cr got beyond eighteen until they aro,
say* that politonosa is Uko an.-. ; -' y
flir-coushion—there may* bo nothing in It but;j(k. „
eases our Jolts wonderfully*; *■' ‘
(jy *«I foar God,’* said n nian of good'senhoV"
((And next to Him, 1./bar only the man who does.:
not fbar UIM. ’ ‘ ‘ 1’ ' ' : ."’-
' [ETnHo that hath n trade, hail* dri Osfato \ and'
he that hath n calling;hath a.placo of profit ufuV - ■
honor. . A plough-manon his logs is lilghol’ thWa/,,
a gentleman on his knees. .. ~
- ff7“An Irishman being asked on a late trial,
for a certificate of marriage, bared bla bead and ,
oxhlhltod a huge scar,'which looked ds though If
might have boon.made with aflro«ahovol.*- ThO l .
evidence was satisfactory.