. . B LUR PER ANNUM INVARIABLY IN ADVANCE. TOWANDA; , nHsaay Morning, November 18, 1858. ; ftlcdtb Portrtj. MAKE RUBRUM. p Lj BT OI.tVKK WKMiKI.I. HOLM KS. Flfc.h o- die, the summers fade ; IYt ever y ghost of boyhood's dream, Bv jfatore's magic power is laid "to beneath this blood-red stream. % It fi ned the purple grapes that lay 1 I Au d drank the splendors of the sun; whore the long summer's cloudless day 4 >< mirrored in the broad tiaronne ; * It j ietures still the bacchant shapes That -aw their hoarded sunlight shed,— f j The maidens dancing on the grapes,— | ] Their milk-white ankles splashed with red. Pcneath these waves of rrim*on lie, K| In rosy letters prisoned fast. S j These flitting shapes that never die, 1 The swift-winged virions of the past. Ki-s but the crystal's mystic rim. Each shadow rends its flowery chain, "1 springs in a bubble from its brim. And walks the chambers of the brain. ■ j Poor Beauty ! time and fortune's wrong . S'o form nor feature may withstand, — I 1 Thv wrecks are scattered all along. Like emptied sea-shells on the stand ; Yet, sprinkled with this blushing rain, The dust restores each blooming girl, ,A if the sea-shells moved again, L 1 Their glistening lips of pink and pearl. lhre lies the home of school -hoy life, II With creaking stair and wind-swept hall, .And. scarred by many a truant knife, b I Our old intials on the wall ; Here rest- -their keen vibrations mute— The shout of voices known so well, I The ringing laugh, the wailing flute, The chiding of the sharp-tongued I*ll. ' I Here, clad in burning rolies, are laid f 1 Life's blossom joys, untimely shed ; And here those cherished forms have strayed We miss awhile, and call them doau, I I What wizard fills the maddening glass ? , I What soil the enchanted clusters grew, The buried passions wake aud pass lu beaded drops of firey dew ? 'fl Nay. take the cup of blood-red wine.— Our hearts ran boast a warmer glow, Filled from a viutage mote divine,— Calmed, but not chilled by winter's snow ! To-night the palest wave we sip. Rich as the priceless draught shall be ■ That wet the bride of Una's lip,— The wedding wine of Galilee ! IB i s 1111 Sitlß a S. I THE KREMLIN. Moss<>w. June, 185$. Tf Moscow is the Mecca of the Russians, the I Kremlin is its Kaaba. B ithin its ancient I walls is gathered all that is holiest in religion or most cherished 11 historical tradition. Kievi and Novogrod retain hut a dim halo of their former sanctity ; their glory lies wholly in the past. The kingdoms of whieh they were the center- had ceased to exist before the founda tion ot Russian j tower. On the hill of the Kremlin was first planted that mighty tree wnose branches overshadowed continents. Ihe fact that Tartar, Swede and Frenchman have laid their axes at it very root, without being able to lop off a single bough, though the whole world awaited its fall, only endears this spot the more to the Russian |>eople and strengthens their superstitous faith in the Di vine protection vouchsafed in it. The Tartar planted his cresent 011 its holy spires, und there it still glitters, but under the holy cross. Na poleon housed iu its ancient palace, anil a thousand of his cannon are now piled in the court-yard. Its very gates are protected by miracles, and the peasant from a distant prov ince enters them with much the same feeling as a Jewish priigrim enters the long-lost city of Zitm. The Kremlin hill stands very nearly in the center of the city. It is triangular inform, the longest side lacing the Moskva, about a mile in circumference and somewhat less than a hundred feet in height. Adjoining on the cast is the Kilai (iorod , (Chinese City,) still inclosed in its ancient walls. The original walls of the eity were built by Demetrius Don skoi, in the fourteenth century, and though fre quently repaired, if not wholly rebuilt, since that time, they still retain their ancient charac ter. Rising directly from the Moskva, at the foot of the hill on the southern side,they climb it at either end,aud crown it 011 all other sides. Uius, wlieu you stand 011 the opposite bank of the river, yon see before you long, notched walls,interrupted with picturesque Tartar tow trs, like an antique frame to the green slope °f the hill, whose level tops bear aloft its crown of palaces, churches and towers. This is the only general view one gets of the Kremlin, al though its clustered golden domes are visible from almost every part of the city. There was formerly a lake-like moat around the nor thern Fide of the hill ; but Alexander I. drain and plauted it, aud it is now a pleasant garden. The mnin entrance is at the north-eastern ai| gle, through a double towered jK>rtal called the Sunday Gate. As I propose acling as a tolet tic place for my fellow-traveler-readers, 1 p hall describe to them the notable sights of the K remlin, in the order in which they met us. — "c shall not enter, therefore, without pausing tor a moment before this gate, to inspect more closely a little chapel, or rather shrine, built against the wall, between the two arch-ways. Before the shriue is a platform thronged with a bare-headed crowd, whose heads are continu '• T bobbing tip and down as they cross Lhem- H'lves. Every one who passes, going in or out, u 'Jes the same, and many an officer, grave eiti- THE BRADFORD REPORTER. Zen or repleudent lady descend from the drosh ky,presses through the throng and fall on their knees before the holy picture inside the sanc tuary. Wc press in, among hackmen, beggars, merchants and high offeials, all so intent on their manipulations that they do not even see us, and finally reach a niche lighted with silver lamps, before a screen dazzling with gold, sil - and precious stones. A high-born lady in silk and lace and a lousy-bearded serf are kneel ing side by side and kissing with passionate devotion the glass cover over a Byzantine mo ther and child, of dark, mulatto complexion, whose hands and faees alone are visible through their gilded and jewelled mantles. This is the "Iberian Mother of (rod"— a miraculous pic ture, which, after working wonders in Georgia and on Mount Athos, has for the last two hun dred years been the protectoress of the Musco vites. Her aid is invoked by high and low, in all the circumstances of life, und I doubt whether any other shrine in the world is the witness of such general and so much real de votion. Once within the Sunday Gute, we see lie fore us the long Krasnui J'loshad, or Red Square, stretching southward to the bank of the Moskva. Glose on our right towers the gray wall of the Kremlin—for, although 011 the hill, we are not yet fairly within the sa cred citadel—while on the left parallel to it, is the long, low front of the (Jostinnoir Dear, or Great Bazaar, lu the center of the square is a bronze monument to Miuim aud Pojarski, the Russian heroes, who iu IS 10 aroused the people, stormed Moscow, aud drove out Ylad islus of Poland, who had been called to the throne by the Boyards. But for this act the relative destiny of the two powers might, have been reversed. The Russians, therefore, de servedly honor the memory of the sturdy butch er of Nijni Novogrod, who, like the Roman Ciccronaecio, seems to have been the master spirit of the Rovolution. 11c is represented as addresing Pojarski, the General, who sits before him, listening, one hand on his sword. The figures are collosal, and full of fire and vigor. A short distance beyond this monu ment is a small circular platform of masonry, which is said to have been a throne, or public judgment sent, of the early Czars. Proceeding down the square to its southern extremity, we halt at last before the most as tonishing strileture our eyes ever beheld. What is it?—a church, a pavilion, or an immense toy? All the eolors of a rainbow, all the forms and combinations which straight and curbed lines can produce, are here compound ed. It seems to be the product of some ar chitectural kaleidoscope, in which the most in congruous thing assumes a certain order and system, for surely such another bewildering pile does not exist. It is not beautiful, for beauty requires at least a suggestion of svrae try, and here the idea of proportion or adap tion is wholly lost. Neither is the effect offen sive, because the maze of colors, iu which red, greeii and gold predominate, attracts and ca joles the eye. The purposed incongruity of the building is seen in the minutest details,aud where there is accidental resemblance in form, it is balanced by a difference in color. This is the cathedral of St. Basil, built du ring the reign if Ivan the Terrible, who is said to have been so charmed with the work, that he caused the eyes of the architect to be blind ed, to prevent him from ever building another such. The same story, however, is told of va rious buildings, clocks and various pieces of mechanism, iu Europe, and is doubtless false. Examining the cathedral more closely, we find it to be an agglomeration of towers, no two of which are aliki*, either in height, shape, or any other particular. Some arc round, some square, some hexagonal ; one ends in a pryamidal spire, another in a cone, and others bulging domes of the most fantastical pattern—twisted in spiral bands of yellow and green like an an cient Moslem turban, vertically ribbed willl green and silver, checkered with squares of blue and gold, covered with knobbed scales, like a pine cone, or with overlapping leaves of crimson, purple, gold and green. Between the bases of these towers galleries are intro duced, which, again, differs in style and orna ment as the towers themselves. The interior walls are covered with a grotesque maze of painting, consisting of flower-pots, thistles, roses, vines, birds, beasts and scrollwork,twin ed together in an extricable confusion as we often see in Byzantine capitals and friezes. The interior of tiie cathedral is no less cu rious than the outside. Every tower enclos es a chapel, so twelve or lifteen saints here have their shrines under one roof, yet enjey the tapers, the incense and prayers of their worshippers in private, no one interfering with the other. The chapels, owing to their narrow bases and great height, resemble flues. Their sides are covered with sacred frescoes and all manner of ornamental painting on a golden ground, and as you look up the diminishing shaft, the colosal face of Christ, the Virgin,or the protecting Saint, stares down upon you from the hollow of the capping dome. The central tower is 120 feet high, while the diam eter of the chapel inside it cannot be more than thirty feet at the base. I cannot better describe this singular structure than hy calling it the Apothesis of Chimneys. Let us now turn back a few steps, and pass through the Kremlin wall by the Spass Varuta, or Gate of the Redeemer. This is even more peculiarly sacred than the chapel of the Ibe rian Mother. Over the hollow arch hangs a picture of the Saviour, which looks with be nignity upon the Russians, but breathes tire and thunder upon their foes. The Tartars, so says tradition, have been driven back again and again from this gate by miraculous resist ance, and, though the French entered at last, all their attempts to blow it up were iu vain. The other entrance, the Gate of St. Nicholas, has also its picture, but of less sanctity. Here the French succeeded in cracking the arch,as far as the picture-frame, where the rent suddenly stopped. No man dare pass through thcGate of the Redeemer without uncovering his head —not even the Emperor. The common Rus sians commence at tweuty paces off, and very few of them pass through the Red Square, on their wav to and from the Moskva, without PUBLISHED EVERY THURSDAY AT TOWANDA, BRADFORD COUNTY, PA., BY E. O'MEARA GOODRICH. turning toward thefgate, bowing and crossing themselves. This is not the only shriue in Moscow whose holiness irradiates a wide circle around it. I have frequently seen men per forming their devotions iu the market-place or the middle of the street, and, by following the direction of their eyes, have discovered at a considerable distance, the object of their reve rence. At last wc tread the paved court of the Kremlin. Before us rises the tower of Ivan Yiliki, whose massive, sturdy walls seem to groan under its load of monster bells. Beyond it are the cathedral of St. Michael, the church of the Assumption, and the ancient church of the Czars, all covered with tiaras of gilded domes. To the right rises another cluster of of dark-blue, pear-shaped domes, over the house of the Holy Synod, while the new pal ace (Granovitaya Palata) with its heavy French front and wings, above which " The litflit aerial gallery, jroldenrailed. Hums like a friiigu of fire." fills up the back-ground. The Tartar towers cf the Kremlin wall shoot up, on our left, from under the edge of the platform whereon we stand, and away and beyond them glitters the southern part of the wonderful city—a vast semicircle of red, green and gold I know not when this picture is most beautiful—when it blinds you in the glare of sunshine, when the shadows of clouds soften its piercing colors and extinguish half its reflecting fires, when evening warps it in a violet mist, re painting it with sober tints, or when it lies pale and gray, yet sprinkled with points of silver light, under the midnight moon. I At the foot of this tower stands on a granite pedestal the TzarKolokol, or Emperor of Bells, whose renown is world-wide, it was cast by order of the Empress Annie in 1730, but was broken seven years afterwards, through the burning of the wooden tower in which it hung. It is a little over twenty-one feet iu height, twenty two feet iu diameter at the bottom— wieghs 120 tons, and the estimate value of sil ver, copper and gold contained in it is $2,500,- 000. In one of the upper stories of the tower hangs another hell cast more than a century before the Tzar Kolokol, and wighing sixty four tons. Its iron tongue is swung from side to side by the united exertion of three men. It is only rung thrice a year, and when it speaks all other bells are silent. To those who stand near the tower, the vibration of the air is said to be like that which follows the simultaneous discharge of a hundred cannon. In the other story hangs at least forty or fifty hells, varying in weight from thirty-six tons to a thousand pounds ; some of them are one-third silver.— When they all sound at once, as on Easter morn, the very tower must rock on its founda tion. In those parts of Russfa where the Eas tern Church is predominant, no other sect is allowed to possess bells. In Austria the same prohibition is extended to t n e Protestant churches. The sound of the bell is a part of the act of worship, and therefore no heterodox tongue, though of iron, must be permitted to preach false doctrine to half the city. The Empress Anne seems to have had a fouudtiess for monster castings. Turning to the right, into an adjoining court-yard, we be hold a tremendous piece of artillery, familiarly known as the " pocket-piece " of the Czarina. The diameter of the bore is three feet, but it is evident that the gun never could have been used. It was no doubt made for show, from the bronze of captured cannon. In the same court are arranged the s[Hils of I S I 2, consist-! ing of nearly one thousand cannon, French and | German. They are mostly small field pieces, and henee make but little display and Persian guns, some of which are highly ornamented, occupy the opposite side of the court, and are much finest of all the trophies here. We will now* enter the churches in the pal ace court. They are but of moderate dimen sions, and very plain, outwardly, except in their crowns of fair-shining golden domes.— Undoubtedly they were once painted in the style of the Cathedral of St. Basit, but the rainbow frescoes are now covered with a uni form coat of whitewash. Que is therefore all the more puzzled by the pomp and glare of the interior The walls, the five domes, resting on tall pillars at their interescctions, the pillars j themselves, everything but the floor, is covered with a coating ot flashing gold; the Hconnslnst, or screen before the Holy of Holies, is of gild ed silver, and rises to the roof; the altars are of massive silver, and the shrine-pictures are set in a blaze of diamonds, emeralds and rub- I ies. A multitude of saints arc painted on the walls, and seem to float in a golden sky. And not saints aloue, but—strange to say— classic philosophers and historians. Tliucydi des and Plutarch, in company with Sts. An thony and Jerome ! There are said to be 2,- 3UO figures in this church, which is much more than the number of worshipers who can find place within it 1 have been there on Sunday 1 when it was thronged, and really there was less diversity of visage, costume and character among the pictures above than among the hu man beings below. It was a wonderful crowd! I could have picked out the representatives of fifty nations, and facial stamp of three centures The singing was sublime. The choir was un seen, behind the silver screen, and the sweet ness and pnrity of the boy sopranos swelled and sank likea chorus of angels heard through the fitful gusts of a storm. Devotional music nowhere receives such glorious expression as in the Russian churches. The Cathedral of the Archangel Michael, but a few paces distant from that of the As sumption, resembles it iu its internal structure. It is more dimly lighted, however, the gold is not so glaring, and, in place of the army of saints, there are iarge frescoes of Heaven, Hell, Judgment, (cc. On the the floor, ar ranged iu rows, are the sarcophagi of the early Czars, from Ivan I, to Alexis, father of Peter the Great. They are covered with dusty, mouldering palls of cloth or velvet, eaeh one inscribed with his name. In the niidle of the church, iu a splendid silver coffin, is the body of a boy seven or eight years of age, which is universally believed to le that of young Deme trius, the last prince of the race of Rurik, who " REGARDLESS OF DENUNCIATION FROM ANY QUARTER." was put to death by Boris Gundonoff. The lid of this ccffiiu is open, and on the inner side is a portrait of the boy, in a frame of massive gold, studded with jewels. The body is wrap ped in a cloth of gold, and a cushion covers the face. The attendant priest was about to remove this cushion,when our guides whispered to me, "You are expected to kiss the forehead," and 1 turned away. These relics are ranked among the holiest in Moscow, and are most devoutly worshiped, although it is by no means certain that they belong to the true Deme trius. Close at hand is the House of the Holy Synod, and as we are accompanied by our obliging Consul, Col. Claxton, to whom all doors are open,we are admitted into the Sanct uary where are preserved the robes worn bv Russian Patriarchs during the last six hundred years, as well as the silver jars containing the sacred oil, used for solemn sacraments through out the whole Empire. The robes are of ihe heaviest silk, interwoven with gold and silver thread, and so sown with jewels that they would stand stiff upright with their own rich ness. The Patriarchs seem to have had an especial fondness for pearls, of which, is some instances, the embroidered figures are entirely composed. In strong contrast to these daz zling vestments are the coarse brown hat and mantle of the Patriarch Nichon. The holy oil is preserved in thirty three jars, which, as well as the larger vessels used in preparing it, are of massive silver. About two f allons a year are neccessnry to supply Russia. The council Hull of the Holy Synod is iu the same building. It is evidently the ancient place of assembly—a long low room, with sacred fre scoes 011 a golden ground, and raised seats along the wall for the principal personages. Let us now turn from the sacred to the secu lar sights of the Kremlin, although some of the latter are not less sacred to Russian eyes. The palace doors open to the special permit pre sented by Col. Claxton, and we ascend the broad, noble staircase. The plain exterior of the building gives no hint of the splendors within. I have seen all the palaces ol Europe (with the exception of the Kscurial.) but I cannot, now recall one in which the highest possible magnificence is so subservient to good taste as here. Inlaid floors, of soch beautiful design und such precious wood, that you tread upon them with regret ; capitals, cornices and ceiling-soffits of gold ; walls overlaid with flut ed silk ; giant candelbra of silver and mala chite, and the soft gleam of many-tinted mar bles, combine tJ make this a truly Imperial residence. The grand hall of St. George, all Iu white and gold, is literally incrusted with ornamental curved-work ; that of St. Alexand er Nevsky is sumptuous in blue and gold ; while in that of St. Elizabeth, the walls are not only overlaid with gold, and the furniture of massive silver, but in the center of every door is a Maltese cross, formed of the largest diamonds ! The eye does not tire of this un wonted splendor, nor does it seem difficult to dwell even in such dazzling halls. In a lower story is the banquetiug-hall, hung with crimson velvet, studded with golden eagles. Here the Emperor feasts with his nobles on the day of coronation —the only occasion on which it is used. The dwelling rooms are fitted up with equal magnificence, except those occupied by the Emperor himself, in which the furniture is very plain and scrvicable. In sonic of these rooms we found everything topsy-turvy. Offic ers were busy iu taking an inventory of the furniture, even to the smallest article, in order that a stop may lie put to the wholesale, plund er which has been carried on in the imperial household, since the death of Peter the Great. The dishonesty of Russian officials is a matter of universal notroriety, and Alexander If. is doing his part to check and punish it. He has not been the slightest sufferer. During the coronation, 4(1,000 lamps were brought for the illumination of the Kremlin, and now, not one is to be found ! Thousands of yards of crim son cloth, furnished on the same oceosion, have disappeared, and enormous charges appear in the bills, for articles which were never bought at all. All Moscow is now laughing over one of these discoveries, which is to amusing not to tell, although 1 may offend strict ideas of propriety in relating it. In tlie suite of the Empress were fifty chosen Ladies of Honor, who of course were lodged aud entertained at the imperial expense. When the bills came to be settled it was found that, in furnishing the bed-chambers of these fifty ladies, 4,500 utensils of a useful character had been purchas ed, or no less than ninety apiece. A part of the ancient Falacc of the Czars —all that was left by lire and Frenchmen— forms the rear wing of the building. It is very much in style of the Cathedral of St. Basil ; irregular, fantastic, and covered with a painted tangle of scrolls, vines, flowers and birds. The apartments of the Czarina and children, the private chapel, audience-room, and tcrema or inclosed balcony, are still quite perfect. From the latter, it is said, Napoleon watched the progress of the fire, the u'ght after his arrival in Moscow. On the ancient tables stand the treasure chests of Czar Alexis —five large boxes of massive gold, covered with inscriptions in the Slavonian character.— If such were the chests, what must have been the treasure ? But really, before one gets through with the Kremlin, gold and jewels be come drugs. You still delight in their bluze and beauty, but you cease to be impressed by their value. This warns me that the words, too, in which I have been endeavoring to describe these things, may at last lose their color and force from sheer repetition. I shall therefore barely mention the last and perhaps the most interes ting sights of all—the Treusnry. i know no historical museum iu Europe of such magni ficence, although there may be others more technically complete. Here,crowns and thrones are as plenty as mineralogical speeimeus else where. In one hall are the jeweled thrones of Ivan 111., Boris Gudouoff, Michael Romanoff, Peter the Great and his brother, aud of Poland while between them, each resting 011 a crimson cushion, on its separate pillar, are the crowns of those monarch.-, and of the subject kingdoms of Siberia, Poland, Kazan, Novgorod and the Crimea. In another case is the sceptre of Poland, broken in the center, and the Consti tution of that ill-fated country lies in a box at the feet of Alexander I.'s portait. There are also,the litter of Charles XII. taken at Pultava the heavy jack-boots of Peter the Great ; the jeweled horse-trappings of Catliarnl 11., her equestrian portrait in male attire (and a gal lant, dashing, strapping cavalier she is !) the helmet of Michael Romanoff—curiously enough with an Arabic sentence over the brow—and a superb collection of arms, armor, military trappings, golden and silver vessels, and an tique jewelry. A lower room contains the imperial coaches and sheds, for two centuries back. Can yon wonder now, even after the little I have found room to say, that the Kremlin is looked upon by the Russian people with fond and faithful veneration ?— Bayard Taylor t 0 the X. Y. Tribune. The Victoria Iron Bridge. The Victoria Bridge is, Without cxccpti >n, the greatest work of the kind in the world.— For gigantic proportions and vast length and strength there is nothing to compare with it j in either ancient or modern times. The entire bridge, with its approaches, is only about sixty j yards short of tiro miles. It is five times long- j er than the Britannia across the Menia Straits, j seven and a half times longer than Waterloo ! Bridge, and more than ten times longer than \ the new Chelsea Bridge across the Thames ! 1 The Victoria has not less than twenty-four 1 spans of 242 feet each, and one great central span—itself an immense bridge—of 330 feet. The road is carried within iron tubes GO feet above the level of the St. Lawreuee, which runs beneath a speed of about ten miles an hour, and in wiuter brings down the ice of some two thousand miles of lakes and upper rivers, with their numerous tributaries. The Aveight of iron iu the tubes will be upwards of ten thousand tons, supported on massive stoue piers which contain some six, some eight thou sand tons of solid masonry. From the first projection of the Victoria Bridge, the difficulties of executing such a work across a wide river, down which an ava lanche of ice rushes to the sea every spring, was pronounced almost insurmountable by those best acquainted with the locality. The ice of two thousand miles of inland lakes aud upper rivers, besides their tributaries—many of which exceed the Thames iu length, depth, and volume of water—is poured down stream, and in the neighborhood of Montreal, especial ly, it is often piied up to the height of from forty to fifty feet, placing the surrounding country under water, and doing severe damage to the massive stone buildings along the noble river front of the city. To resist so prodigious a pressure, it was necessary that the piers of the proposed bridge should be of the most sol id aud massive description. Their foundations are placed in the solid rock ; for none of the artificial methods of obtaining foundations,sug gested by some critical engineer for cheapness' sake were found impracticable in the case.— Where the force exercised against the piers was likely to be so great.it was felt that timber ice breakers, timber or cast iron pulling, or even rubble work, would have proved but tem porary expedients. The two centre piers are eighteen feet wide, and the remaining twenty two piers fifteen feet. To arrest and break the ice, an inclined plain, composed ol great blocks of stone, was added to the up-river side of each pier—each block weighing from seven to ten tons, and the whole clamped together with iron rivets. AMERICAN* CHlLDßEN. —American children (we are sorry to be obliged to say it,) are not as a general rule, well behaved. They are rude and disrespectful, if not disobeident. They inspire terror rather than love in the breasts of strangers and all persons who seek quiet arid like order. In our drawing-rooms, 011 board our steamers, iu our railway-cars and stage coaches, thev usually contrive to make them selves generally and particularly , by their familiarity, forwardness, and pertness. " Young America" can not brook restraint, 1 has no conception of superiority, and reveren ces nothing. His ideas of equality admit nei tlieir limitation or qualification. He is born with a full comprehension of his own individ-! ual rights, but is slow in learning his social du ties. Through whose fault comes this state of 1 things? American boys and girls have natu rally as much good sense and good nature as those of anv other nation, and, when well Itabl ed. no children are more courteous and agree able. The fault lies in their education. In the days of our grandfathers, children were j taught manners at school —a rather rude back woods sort of manners, it is true, but better i than the 110 manners at all of the present day. j We must blame parents in this matter rather I than their children. If you would have your | children grow up beloved and respected by their elders ns well as their coteiuporarics, ! tench them good manners in their childhood. ' The young sovereign should first learn to obey, | that lie may be the better fitted to command ' ill his turn. — Ifotr to Be ha re. AN HONEST BENIUCT. —He loved his wife > iu a plain, straightforward fashion ; and as he was never lavishly tender to her before compa ny. there is the greatest reason to believe that j he was neither savage nor silent to her when ! alone ; for some married foiks will keep their love, like their jewelry, for the eyes of the j world, thinking it too fine and too precious to j wear every day at their fireside. THE INCONVENIENCES OF POVERTY. —What wrigglings and stragglings, and heart-burnings, are every day acted and endured to stand well Avith the world—that is, to stand without a hole in onr hat, or a danming rent in our small clothes ! The modern man is wonderfully spi ritualized by this philosophy—so much so, that it he can secure to himself a display of the col lar, he is almost wholly unconscious of the ab sence of a shirt VOL. XIX.— 1NT0.24. EVIL or A HAD TEMPER. —A bad tamper la a curse to to the possessor, and its influence ia most deadly wherever it is found. It ia allied to martyrdom to lie obliged to live with one of a complaining temper. To hear one eternal round of complaint and murmuring to have every pleasant thought, soured away by their evil spirit, is a sore trial. It is like the sting of a scropion—a perjietoal inettel, destroying your peace, rendering life a burden. Its influ ence is deadly ; and the purest and sweetest atmosphere is contaminated into a deadly miasma wherever this evil genius prevails. It has been said truly, that while we bad not ought to let the had temper of others influence us, it would be as unreasonable to spread a blister upon the skin, and not expect it to draw as to think of a family not suffering because of the bad temper of any of its inmates. One string out of tune will destroy the music of an instrument otherwise perfect ; so if all the members of a church, neighborhood, and family do not cultivate a kind and affectionate temper there will be discord and every evil work. GOSSIPING. —If you wish to cultivate a gos siping, meddling censoiions spirit in your chil dren,lie sure when they come home from church, a visit, or any other place where you do not accompany them, to question them concerning what everybody said and did ; and if you find anything in this to censure, always do it in their hearing. You may rest as sured, if you pursue a course of thin kind, they will not return to you unladen with intelligence ; and rather than it should be uninteresting, they will by degress learn to embellish, in such a manner as shall not fail to call forth remarks and expressions from you. You will, by this course, render the spirit of curiosity, which is so early visible in children, and which, if rightly directed, may he the instrument of enriching and enlarging their minds— a vehicle of mischief which will serve only to narrow them I WHO THE DEICE WAS IT. —Brown tells us A Vemont story, which lie says, is us authenticate as the best the Post anecdotes, and certainly nothing more can be required. A respectable gentleman in Windsor county many years ago, had an ambition to represeut his town in the State Legislature. Though a man of good character and every way able enough for the office he sought, he happened, as Aunt Peggy used to say to have " a great many winuing ways to make folks hate him," and was in fact the most mqiopular man in town. Going to Squire X., an influential man who happened to be friendly to him, he laid his case before liitn, and asking his influence, saying that he didn't expect help without paying for it, and decluring that if he could get X's influence he was sure to be elected. The Squire " pot in his liest. jumps" for his man, but when the bal lot-box was turned, another man was declared elected. The disappointed candidate called out to know how the votes stood, and learned that he hail just got three votes ! " But I don't understand it,*' said he, turning to the Squire, with a chop fullen countenance. "Nor 1 cither," said the Squire, " I put in my vote, you put in another, but who the d—l put ia the third is more thau I can imagine !" Boston Post. A LORD THKV NKVKR HEARD or.—ln 1774, Dr. Webster was a popular preacher of the Kirk of Scotland, in Edinburg. Business brought him to London, and one day, passing the House of Lords, his curiosity induced him to make an effort te stop in and gee them.— None were admitted without an order, exeept noblemen's servants. Webster being ignorant of this rule, requested admittance. " What Lord do you belong to ?" said the doorkeeper. "The Lord Jehovah," replied Webster. "The Lord Jehovah," repeated the doorkeeper ; "I have kept here seven years, but I have never heard of such a Lord. Jack," said he to his fellow keeper on the front steps, "here's a chap who says he belongs to the Lord Jehovah ; do you know such as a Lord." "Never heard of him," says Jack. "But," says Webster willing to keep up the illusion, "there is such a Lord. " Puss 'em in," said Jack, " I spose it's some poor Scotch Lord." EXPOSING A PARSON-.—A minister was one Sabbath exatuinga Sunday-school in catechism before the congregation. The usual question was put to the first girl, a strapper, who usual ly assisted her father, who was a publican, in waiting upon customers. " What it your nauic ?" No reply. " What is your name ?" he repeated. " None ot your fun, Mr. Minister," said the girl ; you know ray name well enough. Don't you say when you come to our house on a night, " Bet, bring me some more ale ?" The congregation forgetting the sacrcdness of the place, were in a oroud griu, and the parswu looked daggers. THE EXAMPLE OK THE HANGMAN. —Death would indeed lie punishment, could it only be administered by the executioner ; but as God has made it the draught for all men—the in evitable cup to lie drained to the dregs by all who live, since there is not one man privilged to pass it—is not that a strange punishment for the deepest wickedness of guilt, if the same evil must at the last foreclose the life of the nobly good. A beautiful thought, uttered by a child four years old, about the comet, is worthy of note. Standing on the portico of the elegant mansion on " Maple Grove Farm." on one of the bright evenings of this week, he said to me he thought " the comet God's railroad CAT, I ichich. lie vent riding through the sky?* IT is an old saying that Time waits for no man—but the fair sex would have ns lielicve that he is gallant enough to wait for the la dies. " PAWS for a reply," as the cat said, when scratching the dog for harking at her.