Otf DOLLAR PER ANN'JM INVARIABLY IN ADVANCE. D-A.: Thursday Morning, October 6,1859. £dttid jjKtrjr. THE WINTERS. We did nnt fear them once, —the dull grey morning No cheerless burdeu on our spirits laid ; The long night watches did not bring us warning That we were tenants of a house decayed. The early snow like dreams to us descended ; Tlic frost did fairy work 011 pane and bough ; Tleauty, and power, and wonder have not cuded— How is it that we fear the winters now? The house flies fall as bright on hearth and chamber ; The Northern starlight shines as coldly clear ; The woods still keep their holly for December; The world has welcome yet lor the New Y'ear. And far away in old remembered places, The snow-drop rises and the robin sings, The sun and moon look out with smiling faces— Why have our days forgot such goodly things ? Is it that now the North wind finds us shaken liy tempest tierccrthan its bitter blast ? And fair beliefs aud friendship have forsaken I.ike summer's beauty as that tempest passed? And life grows leafless in its pleasant valleys, The light of promise waning from its day, Till mists meet even in its inward palace— Not, like the outer mists, to melt away? It was not thus, when dreams of love and laurels Have sunshine to the winters of our-youth, Ili-fore its hopes had fallen in fortune's fir Time had bowed them with his heavy truth : Kre yet the twilight found us strange and lonely, With shadows coming when the lire burns low, To tell of distant graves and losses only— The past that cannot change, aud will not go. Alas! dear friends, the Winter is within us ; Hard is the ice that gathers round the heart, if petty cares and vain regrets can win us, From life's true heritage, and better part. Si .Lsous and skies rejoice, yea, worship rather : Hut nations toil and tremble, even as we ; Hoping for harvests they will never gather, And dreading Winters they may never see. litis nil a it tons. From the Tloston Traveler. The Chinese Execution Ground. YOU liave heard of Yeh, the late Governor of Canton ; the world has heard of him, and that name, like JVtro, and for the same reason, will be a familiar word in all future. Singu larly, as we were steaming over the Straits of Malacca in our outward bound passage a year ago, we came near falling in with a British man-of-war which had been made the prison ook with the table of contents torn out. You cannot tell how he will end till the last page of life is tnrned. How many a promising youth is wrecked on the shoals and quicksands in the ocean of life, in eoncequcnce of the abscucc of that faithful guide, a mother. A " wee bit of a boy" astonished his mother a few days since. She had occasion to chastise him slightly for some offence he had committed. Charley sat very quietly in his chair for sometime afterwards, no doubt think ing very profoundly. At last he spoke out thus : " Mnzzcr, I wish Pa would get anuz.z.er house keeper ; I've uot tired seen'you' round !" A mother was instructing her daugh ter in the duty of prayer, and the snre answers j given to believers, and proceeded to repent the Lord's Prayer. When she came to the clause "Give us this day our daily bread," tl o little one broke ont with, " Oh, mother, say cake, say cake." BsirWe have heard of asking for bread and receiving a stone, but a young gentleman may be considered as a great deal worse treated when he asks for a young ludy's hand and ge a her father's foot.