C. 1% 1 READ &H. H. FRAZIER, EDITOR S . I
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DT NOW= MITI!
ply stars! that ope your eyes with morn to twinkle
From rainbow galaxies of starth's creation,
And dewdrops oil her lonely altars spri n kle
.is a libation!
Ye Irwin worshippers I who, bending lowly,
' Before the uprisen sun, God's lidless eye,
Th row fiord your cbaliCes ilVaineet and holy
, • Incense on high 3
Te bright Mors ies! the, with storied beauty,
The dooriofliature's temple Maoists,
What numerous emblems of instructive duty,
Tour toms create!
'Neatti cloisterl boughs,each floral bell that swhigetk,
And tolls, its perfume on the passing air,
Makes Sabbath in the fields, and ever ringeth,
,
• A call to prayer!
Not to the domes whose crumbling arch and column
Attest the feebleness of mortal twartd,
Bat to that Fane, most Catholic and Solemn .
Which God bath planried. -
To that Cathedral, boundless as our ironder, •
Whose quenchless lamps,the sun and moon supply,
lea choir, the winds and waves; its organ, thunder:
Its dome,..the sky 1
There, as in solitude and shade I wander
Through the green aisles,or stretched upon the sod,
Aw'd by the silence, reverently ponder,
The ways of God—
Tour voiceless lips, 0 flowers are living preachers,
Each cup a pulpit, every leaf a book,
Supplying to my fancy numerous teachers,
r ,• • From loueliegt nook.
Floral Apoptles! that in dewy splendor,
Nte e p without woe, and bhish without a crime ;"
Oh! may I deeply learn and - ne'er surrender
Your lore sublime I
"Thou wert not, Solomon! in all thy glary,
Array'd";ke lilies cry, "in robes like ours;
How vain lair grandeur! .ah! how transitory
Are human flowers!"
In the sweet•scented pictures, Heavenly Artist!
'With which thou paiptest Nature's wide-spread hall,
What a delightful lesson , thou impartest,
Of love to all!
Not uselegs are ye, flowers, though made for pleasure,
Blooming o'er field and Wave by day mad night:
From every source, your sanction bids me treasure,
' Harmless delight;
ges what instructors hoary,
Ephemeral si • !
For such It world of thought could furnish scope.!
Each fading calyx a memento mot*
Yet fount of Hope.
posthumous glories! angellikecollection,
Upraised from seed or bulbAntere'd is earth,
Ye are to me a type of resurrection
And second birth.
Were I, 0 God! in churchless lands remaining,
Far from all voice of teachers and divines,
"ify soul would find in floweret of thy ordaining,
Priesti, sermons, shrines!
From- the Atlantic lion:My
TURKEY TRACKS.
Don't open your, eyes, Polder! You
think I am going to, tell you about some of
my Minnesota experiences ;_hair. I used to
scamper over the prairies on my 'lndian pony,
and lie m wait for wild turkeys on the edge
of an oak opening. That is pretty sport, too,
to. - creep under an oak with low-hanging
boughs, and in the silence of a glowing au
tumn-day linger by the hour together in a
trance of warm stiilness, watching the light
tracery of shadow and sun on that smooth
sward, only now and then roused by the fleet
rush of a deer trough the wood, or the brisk
chatter of a plume-tailed squirrel, till one
hears a distant, .sharo, clucking chuckle, and
in an instant more pulls'the trigger, and qp
sets a grand old cock, every bronzed feather .
glittering in the sunshine, and now splashed
with scarlet blood, the delicate underwing
groped into dOwn as be rolls and flutters;
for the first allot rarely kills at once with an
amateur; there's too much excitement.—
Splendid sport, that! but I'm not going into
it second-hand. I promised to tell you a
story, now the skipper's fast, and. the night
is too warm to think of aleep down in that
wretehmi bunk ; what another torture Dante
might have lavished on his 'lnferno, if he'd
ever slept in a fishing-smack ! No. The
moonlight makes me sentimental ! Did I
ever tell you about. a month I spent up in
Centreville, the year I came home from Ger
many T That was tarkey-hunting with a
vengeance !
You see, my pretty cousin Peggy married
Peter Smith, who owns paper-mills in Cen
treville, and. , has exiled herself into deep
country for 11&; a circumstance I disapprove,
because I like Peggy, and manufacturers al
ways bore me, though Peter is a clever fel
low enough; but madam was an old flame of
mine, and I have a lingering tenderness for
ber yet. I wish she was nearer town. Just
that year Peggy had been very ill indeed,
and Kate, her sister, had gone up to nurse
her. When I came home Peggy was getting
better,and sent for me to come up and make
a visitation there in June. I hadn't seen Kate
forseven years,—not since she was thirteen ;
oar education intervened. • She had gone
through that grading process and come out.
By Jupiter! when she met me at the door
of Smith's pretty, English-looking cottage, I
took my hat ofK she was so like that little
Brazilian princess we used to see in the cor
tege of the court it Paris. What was hir
name,? Never Mind that! Kate had, ja;:t
such large, expressive eyes, just such misses
et sup !' . black !lair, just sueh a little nose,7-
turned . up untie viably, but all' the more pi
quant. Ana her teeth good gracious ! she
smiled like a flash of lightnirig,—dark and
sallow as she was. But she was cross, or
stiff, or something, to me for a long time.—
Peggy only appeared after, dinner, looking
pale and lovely enough in her loose wrapper
to make Peter .act excessively like — 7 - a
young married man, and to make me wish
myself at an invisible distance, doing some
thing beside picking up Kite's things, that
she always dropped on the floor whenever
she sewed. Peggy saw / was bored, SO she
requested me one day to walk down, to the
poultry-yard and ask emit her chickens.;
she pretended a great deal of anxiety, and
Peter had Sprained his ankle.
"Kate will go with you," said she.
•` No, she won't!" ejaculated that young
woman.
u Thank yoti, said I, making .a minuet
bow, and ,of I Went to the farm-house--
Bth% a pretty walk it was, too! through a
thicket of birches, down a little bill-side into
a hollow full of hoary r.hestuut-trees, *moss
a bubbling, dancing brook, and you came
• out upon the tiniest orchard in the world, a
one -storied house with a red porch, end
greit sweet-brier bush thereby; while up
the hill-aide behind stretched a high pieket
feuce, enclosinthege tem, past. of the IMMO
brook khad_cmssed here dumped into a cord,
_and a chicken-hose pr etentioni begin
sTiti aspect, -L -one of those model institutions
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that are the rola of gentlemen-farmers and
the delight of women. I bad to go into the
fartn.kitchen for the poultry-yard key. The
door stood open, and I stepped in cautiously,
lest I should come unaware upon some do
mestic acene cot intended to be visible to
the naked eye. And a scene I did come
upon, fit for Retzach to outline
.;—the l —the cleanest
kitchen, a dresser of white wood under one
window, and the farmer's daughter, Melinda
Tucker, moulding bread thereat in a ponde
rous tray ; her deep red hair,--yes, it was
red and comely ! of the deepest bay, full of
gilded reflections, •and accompanied by the
rose.flushed skin, blue eyes, and scarlet
lips that belong to such hair,—which, as I
began to say, was puckered into a thousand
curves trying to curl, and knotted strictly
agginst a pretty bead, while her calico frock
sleeves were , pinned back to the shoulders,
baring such a dimpled pair of arms,:---how
they did fly up and. .down ii the tray ! I
stood .still contemplating the pidture, and
presently seeing her begin to strip the dough
from her pink fingers and mould it into g
mass, I ventured to knock. If you had seen
her start and blush, Polder ! But when she
saw me, she grew as cool as you please, and
called her mother. Down came Mrs. Tuck._
er, s talking Yankee. You don't know what
that is. Listen, then.
" Well, good day, sir! l'xpect it's Mister
Greene, Miss Smith's cousin. Well, you be!
Don't favor her much though; she's kinder
dark .complected. She ha'n't got round yet,
hes she? Den , tell ! She's dre'ful delicate.
I do'no' as ever I see a woman so sickly's
she looks ter be since that 'ere fever. She's
real spry when she's so's to be . crawlin,'—
l'apeet too spry to be 'hulsome. Well, ho
tells me you've hen 'crost the water. 'Ta'n't
jest like this over there, I guess. Pretty
sightly places they be though. a'n't they ?
I've seen picturs, in Melindy's jography, looks
as of Itwa'n't so woodsy over there as 'Lis in
these parts,,'specially out West. He's got
'folks out to Indianny, an' we set out fur to
go a-cousinin', five year back, an' we got out
there inter the dre'fullest woodsy,region ever
_ye see, where 'twa'n't trees, it was sketers;
husband he couldn't see none out of his eyes
for a hull day, and .1 thought I should cater
pillar every time I heered one of 'em toot ;
they sartinly was the beater-ee
"The key, if you please!" I meekly inter
posed. Mrs. Tucker was fast stunning me !
"Law yis! Melindy, you go git that 'ere
key ; it's a-hangin' up 'side o' the lookin'
glassin the back shed, under that bunch o'
onions father strung up yister4ay. Got the
bread sot to rise, hey yea well, git yer bun
net an' go out to the coop with Mr. Greene,
'n' show him the turkeys an' the chickens, 'n',
tell what dre'ful luck we hey hed. I never
did. see
,such luck ! the crows they keep
a-contin' an'snippin' up the little =tura jest.
as soon's they're hatched; an' the old turkey
hen 't sot under the grape-vine she got two
hen's eggs under her, n' they come out lust,
so she quit —" .
Here I bolted out of the door, (a storm at
sec did not deafen one like that!) Melindy
following, in silence such as our blessed New
England - poet has immortalized,—Silence that
Indeeel did , not discover that Melindy
could talk that day ; she was very silent,
incommunicative. I inspected the fowls, and
tried to look wise. but I perceived a strangled
laugh twisting Melindy's face when I inno
cently inquired if she found catnip of much
benefit to the' little chickens; a natural ques
tion enough, for e , the yard•was full of it, and
I had seen Hannah give it to the baby.—
(Hannah is my sister.) I could only see two
little turkeys,--both on the floor of the sec
ond-story - parlor in the chicken-house, both
on. their backs and gasping. Melindy did
not know what ailed them ; so I picked them
up, slung them , in my pockethandkerchief,
and took them home for Peggy to manipu
tate. I beard Melindy chuckle as I walked
off, swinging them ; and to -be sure, when I
brought the creatures in to Peggy, one of
them kicked and lay still, and the other
gasped worse `than ever.
" What can we do ?" asked Peggy, in the
most plaintive ,voice, as the feeble " week !
week !' of the little turkey was gasped out,
more feebly every time.
"Give it some whiskey-punch!" growled
Peter, whose strict temperance principles
were shocked by the remedies prescribed for
Peggy's ague
"So I would," said Kate, demurely.
Now if Peggy had one trait more striking
than another, it was her perfect, simple faith
in what people _said ; irony was a mystery to
her; lying. a myth,—something on• a par
with murder. She thought Kate meant so ;
and reaching out for the pretty wieker-flask
that contained her daily ration of old Scotch
whiskey, she dropped a little drop into a
spoon, diluted it with water, and was going
to give it to the turkey in all seriousness,
when Kate exclaimed,--.-.
Peggy ! when will you learn common
reuse! Who ever heard of giving whiskey
to a turkey 4":"
" Why, you told me to, Kate !"
" Oh, give it to the'thing r growled Pe
ter; "it will die, of course."
" I shill give it !" said Peggy, resolutely ;
" It does me good, and I will try."
So I held the little creature . up, while
Peggy carefully tipped the dose down its
throat. Row it choked, kicked, and began
again with " Week week I" when it meant
strong l" but it revived. Peggy held it in
the sun till it grew warm, gave , it a drop
more,' fed it with bread crumbs from 'her
own plate, and , laid it on the south window
sill, There it lay when we went to tea ;
when we came back, it lay on the Boor, dead ;
either it was tipsy, or it had tried its new
strength too soon, and, rolling off, had broken
its neck I - Poor Peggy !
• There were six more hatched the same diy,
though, sold I held many consultations with
Melindy about 'their welfitre. Truth to tell,
Kate continued s o cool to me,Peter's sprained
ankle lasted so long, and Peggy could so
well spare me from the little matrimonial tea
s-ides that I interrupte4,(l believe they didn't
mind Kate!) that I took wonderfully to the
ehickammt..` lbe, Tucker gave me rye-bread
and milk of the best; 'lather" , instructed
me in the mysteries of cattle-driving ; and
Melindy, and Joe, and I, used to go straw.
butyl or Wier posies," almost every
day. MaiWy was a very pretty girl s and
It was very good fun to see her blue eyes
*Vent mid be nod Ups- . Lagh over
yil sky Euro.
peen everisocsi, 11441) 'begot to beOf
some importance at the 6 lni4louseisad to
" Like a poultice comes,.
To heal the blows of sound."
t 'FrG2IEEDOn aIKI
take airs upon myself, I supi - ; but I was
not conscious of the fret at * time. . - •
After a week or two, Melia . y end 1 begin
to have bad luck with the turkeys: I found
two drenched and shivering, after a hail-and
thunder storm, and setting thim in a baaket
on the cooking-stove hearth,l went to help
Melindy "dress her bow-pot,t" as she called
arranging a vase of flowers, and when 1 carne
1 ,
back the little turkeys we singed ; they
died a few hours after .. T o more were
trodden on by a great Shangh i rooster, who
was so tall he could not see were he set his
feet down • and of the remaining . pair ,
one
disappeared mysteriously,suppto berats ;
and one falling into the duck pond, Melindy
began to. dry it in her apron, and 1 went to
help her; I thought, as . l wa s rubbing the
thing down with the apron, while she held it,
that I found one of her soft 4impled hands,
and I gave the luckless•tbrkili such a tender
pressure that it uttered a miserable squeak
and , departed this life. M‘lindy all but
cried. I laughed irresistibly. ISo there were
no more turkeys. Peggy bekan to wonder
what they shOuld do ' for the roper Thanks
giving dinner, and Peter turn restlessly on
his sofa, quite convinced that verything was
going to rack and ruin be use he had'a
sprained ankle. .
"Can't we buy, some y ung turkeys 1"
timidly suggested 'Peggy.
" Of course,
if one kneW w o had them to
sell," retorted Peter. •
1 .
" I know," said I ; " Mrs. Amzi Peters, up
.
on the hill over Taunton, has 4 got some."
"Who told you about M Peters's tur
keys, CouSin Sam 1" said Peggy, wondering.
" Melindy," said I quite irniocently.
• Peter whistled, Peggy lau 'hed, Kati dart
ed a keen glance at me under er long lashes.
"I 'know the way there,". said mademoi.
:wile, in a suspiciously bland I tone. " Can't
you drive there with me, Cousin Sam, and
get some more I"
"I shall be charmed," said .
Peter rang the bell and orlered the horse
to be ready in the single-seated wagon, after
ditiner. (was going rightdorn to the farm
house to console MelindA and take tier a
book she wanted to read, End no fine lady of
all my New York acvainOmee enjoyed a
Kood book more than she i(id ; but Cousin
ate asked ma to wind some yarn for her,
and was so brilliant, so amiable, so altogether
charming, I quite forgot Mellndy till dinner
time, and then, when that ins over, there
was a basket to be found an we were off—
turkey-bunting t -Down bill ; ides overhung
with tasselled chestnut-boughi ; through pine
woods where neither horse nor wagon kkvc,in
truded any noise of of or wheel upon the
odorous silence, as we fled over the sand,
past green meadows, and ehi
ping orchards;
over little bright brooks tha chattered mu
sically-to ills bobolinks on the fence posts,
and were echoed by those - sacerdotal gentle..
men in such liquid, bubbling, rollicking,up
roarious burstsif sine as made one githink
of Anacrec,n's grasshopper
" Drunk with morning's de y wine."
All these WA passed, and at length drew up
before Mrs. Peters's house, I had been here
before, on a strawberrying a
t roll with Melia
d v,—(across lots it was not far,)—and having
tf
been asked in then, and ained the lady
with a recital of some,en 1 t
fore pa exploit, gar
nished for the occasion, of urse she recog
nized me with clamorous h pitality.
" Why bow do yew do,. inter Greene ?
I declare I ha'n't done.a-thin in' of that 'ere
story you told us the day yo was here, 'long
o' Melindy." (Kate gave tin ominous little
cough.) "I was melba" huiband yesterday
't I never see such a master 1 band for stories
you- be. Well, yis, we hey got turkeys,
young 'uts ; but my stars ' I don't know
no more where they be than nothin' ; they're
strayed away in the woods, I guess, and I
do'no' as the boys can skeer inn up; besides,
the boys is to school h'ni—yis!' Where did
you and Melindy go that dai arter berries !"
"Up in the pine-lot, ma'run. You think
you can't let us have the turkeys?" •
'" Dew tell ef you wentlup there ! It's
near about the sightliest place I ever
hoe
I
Well, no,—l don't see ho to ketch them
rn
turkey's. Miss Beont, sh ''t lives over on
Woodshuek Hill, she's got lot o' little tur
keys in a coop ; I guess you d better go 'long.
over there, an' ef you can't et none o' her'n,
by that time our boys'll b to hum, an' I'll
set 'em arter our'n ; they'llibuatle right to;
it's good sport hUntin' HUFF turkeys; an' I
pleas you'll hey to stop, comin' home, so's
to let me know ef you'll hev 'em."
Off we drove. I stood in mortal fear of
Mrs. Peter's tongue,—and Kate's comments;
.
but she did not. make an y '; she was even
morecharming than befe Presently we,
came to the pine -lot, whe Melindy and L
had been, and I drew the reins. I wanted to
see Kate's enjoyment of a scene that Kensett
or-Church should have male immortal long
ago :—a wide stretch of bill and valley, quiv
ering, with corn fi elds, rolled sway in pasture land's, thick with sturdy woods, or dotted
over with old apple-trees, whose dense leaves
caught the slant 'sunshine,. owing on their
tops, and deepening to a da rk, velvety green_
helow ; and far, far away, on the broad blue
sky,"the lurid splendors ofa thunder-cloud,
capped with pearly sum mits, tower upon
tower, sharply defined against the pure ether, '
while in its purple . base forked lightnings
sped to and fro, and reveal depths of wait
ing tempest that could yet descend--
Kate looked on, and over e superb picture.
"How mbgnifieent !" w all she said, in
a deep, low tone, her dark eek Hushing.brith
the words. Melindy and bad looked off
there together. " It's rod good land to
firm," bad been the sweet little rustic's corn
'men/ How charming ar nature and sim
plicity!-
Presently we cants to Mrs. Bemont's, a
brown house in a cluster i of maples ; " the
door-yard full of c.hiciterui, turkeys, duck;
and geese. Kate took the reins, and . I
knocked. Mrs.*Bemont If 'apt/eared,
wiping her red puckered hinds or. a long
brown towel.
Can you let Me have so
turkeys, ma'am I" said I,
" Well; I do'no' ;—wand
'ern r
"Both, I believe," was
"I do'no' 'bout lett&
no Bret good to sell 'em
is over; they git their
much now, as they'll be
bylm"by."
"J,soppooo go ; but MA.. Smith's turkeys
have all died, *ridge lik4s to ralee.theni.li
" Dew toll, ef you
Pater eolith's!
MONTR
e of your young
sinuatingly,
to eat em - or raise
y meek answer.-
'em go • 'ts'o't
aft,er all tie reeks
wa brio' pretty
eat twice as much
emi-hom Rim
id ougbter do
2ommiroa aciadmaT aLawEnv amp V7ROIRKGa"
SE, THURSDAY, DECEMIZR, 10, 1857.
Bret. things with that 'ere mestin' ?us' o'•her'n
for the thickens; It's kinder genteel-lookin',
and I spore they've got MINIM; they've got
ability. Gentility without ability I do des.
pise ; but where Meet so, 't'ain't no mat
ter; but lisped it don't ensure the &owls
none, does it r
"I rather think pea," said I, laughing ;
" that is the T 141.300 we ant some of yours."
" Well, I should thin it you could hey some
on 'em. What be pia citelatia". to give!"
" Whatever you say. I do nbt know at
all the market price.
"Good land t Va'n't never no use to try
to dicker with city Mks • they a'n't rise to't.
rxpect you can hey 'em or two York shillin'
apiece." •
"But how will yon latch them ?"
"06, ril ketch'em=l"
Sheiwent into the and reappeared
presently with a pan et Indian meal and wa
ter, called the chickens, and in a moment
they were all crowding in And over the un
expected supper.
Now you jes' take a bit o' string an' tie
that 'ere turkey'. legs together; %won't stir,
I'll ensure it!"
Strange to say, the innocent creature stood
still and eat, while I ( tied it up ;, all uncon
scious till it tumbled neck and heels into the
pan, producing a start and scatter of brief
duration. Kate bad left the wagon, and was
shaking with laughter Weer this extraordinary
goodness on the turkeYs' part, and before
long pur - hasket was- MI of struggling, kick
ing, squeaking things, wtiterry promiscuous,"
in Mr. Weller's phrase. Mrs. &moot was
paid, and while she '•was giving me the
change,—
"Oh!" said Jim' 're wain' right to
-
Miss Tucker's, a'n't,yet--got to drop the
turkeys ; --won't -you !tell • 31hiss Tucker 't
George is mime' home tomorrer, an' he's
ben to Californy. Sheltnow?d us allers, and
Melindy 'a' George used ter be "dre'fut thick
'fore he went off, a grid spell
,back, when
they was nigh about calldern ; so I guess
you'd better tell 'ern."'
"Confound thane turkeys!" muttered 'l,
as 1 jumped aver the-bialtet.
" Whyl? saidKate'; "1 inspect they are
confounded enough 'aferidy !" •• •
"They make suctfa-toise, Kate !"
. 11 So they did; " sleek ! week'! week !"
all the way, like a coloey from some spring
witted pool .
The drive was haven,* than before. The
road crept and curled down the bill, now
covered from side .to aide with the interlacing
boughs of grand old chestnuts ; now -barri
ered on the edge of a ravine with broken
fregments and boulder of granite, garlanded
by heavy vines • now --likirting orchards full
arenas.; - *retie tratt--atat companiedik
a tiny brookiieiled deeply hi alder and hazel
thickets, and making in its shadow channel
perpetual muffled music, like a c I singing
in the twilight to reassure its fearful
.
heart. Kate's face was softened and full of
rich expression ; her pink ribbons threw a
delicate tinge of bloom upon her rounded
cheek and pensive eyelid ; the air was pure
balm, and a cool breath from the receding
showers of the distant thunder-storm just
freshened the odors of wood and-field. I be
gan to feel suspiciously that sentimental, but
through it all came persevering "week !
week! week !" from the basket at my feet.
Did I make a fine remark on the beauties of
!nature, " Week !" echoed the turkeys. Did
Kate praise some tint or shape by the way,
" Week ! week !" was the feeble response:—
Did we get deep in poetry, romance, or met
aphysies,-through the most brilliant quotation,
the sublimest climax, the most acute distinc
iion, came in " Week! week ! week !' I be
gan to feel as if the-old story of transmigra
tion were true, and the souls of half a dozen
quaint and ancient satirists bad got into We
turkeys. I could not endure it ! Was I-to
be squeaked out of all my wisdom. and
knowledge, and device, after this fashion ?
.Never! I began, too, to discover a dawning
smile upon Kate's face; she turned her head
away, and I placed the turkey-basket on my
knees, hoping a change of position might quiet
its contents. Never was man more at fault !
they ws i re no way stilled by magnetism; on
the contrary, they threw their sarcastic utter
ance! into my teeth; as it were, and shamed
me to my very face. I forgot entirely to
go round by Mrs. Peters's. I wok a cross
road directly homeward; a pause—a lull—
took place among the turkeys.
" How sweet and mystical this hour is !"
said 1 to Kate, in a high-flown manner ; " it
is indeed . •
•An hour when lips delay to speak, '
Oppressed with silence deep and pare ;
When passion pauses—J" •
" Week ! week ! week !". chimed in those I
confounded turkeys. Kate burst into a help
less fitoflaughter. What, could Ido 4 . 1 had
to laugh myself, since I must not choke the
turkeys.
" Excuse me, Cousin Sam," said Kate, in a
laughter-wearied( tone, " I could not help it ;
turkeys and sentimentality do not agree—
always!" adding the last word maliciously,
as I sprang out to open the farm-house gate,
and . disclosed . Melindy, framed in the buttery
window, skiMming milk; a picture worthy
of Wilkie. I delivered over my captives to
Joe, and stalked into the kitchen to give Mrs.
Bemones message.- Melindy came out; but
as wen as I began to tell her mother vihere
I got that message, Miss Melindy, with the
sang /mid of a duchess, turned back to her
skimming,—or appeared to. I gained noth
ing by that move. - .
Peggy and Peter received us. benignly ;
so universal a solvent is success, even in tur
key-bunting ! I meant to have gone down
to`- the farm-house . after tea, and inquired
about the safety of my pins, bOt Kate want
ed to play chess. Peter couldn't, and Peggy
wouldn't; I had to, of course, and we played
late. Kate had such pretty hands ; long
taper fingers, rounded to the tiniest rosy
points; no dimples, but full muscles, firm
and exquisitely moulded ; and the dainty
way in winch she handled her men was half
the game to me ;—I lost it ; I played wretch
edly. The next day Kate went with me to
see the turkeys; so she did the day after.—
We were forgetting' Monody, lam afraid,
for it watt a week before I remembered .I had
promised her sneer Magazine. 1 recollected
myself; then, with a sort of shame. rolled
up the number, and went off- to the farm
house: It menu Kate was there, busy in
the fprret, unpacking a" bureau that. had
bees stored there, with sense of Peggyis for.
sign purehaisa, for summer, wear, in tba
drawers. -I did not know that, t found
"Their song Idea be compared
To the amkirg of frogs in a pond!"
IMMIZI
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esst.cakes to dryat a
tea a, Y
just by the north end at the house; a
bOp:iine in full bloasom made a aortof oorch
roof over the window by' which she_sutiod. ,
"l i ve brought your book, Melody," said I.
"Thank you, sir," returned she, crisply.
" How pretty you look today 1" -conde
scendingly remarked I.
" I don't thank you for that, sir ;—.
" • Praise to the foe,
is open disrace "
was all the response.
“Why Melindy ! what makes you so
crosi Inquired 1, in a too.' meant to be
tenderly reproadtful,---in the - mean time at
tempting to possess myself of her hand ;- for,
to bebonest, Polder, I had been-a little sweet
to the girl before Kate-drove her out of my
bead. The band was' watched away. - I
tried indifference.
"how are the turkeys to-day, Melindy t"
Here Joe, an enfant terrak, came upon
the scene suddenly. -
"Them turkeys eats a lot, Mister Greene.
Melindy says theres one on 'em. struts jes'
like you, 'n' makes as much gabble.
" Gobble ! gobblel grayble! echoed an
old turkey from somewhere ;,l thought it
was overhead, but I saw nothing. tielindy
threw her apron , over her Lice and laughed
till her arms grew red. I picked up my hat
and walked off For three days I kept out
of that part of the Smith demesne, I assure
you! Kati began to grow mocking and de
risive; she teased me from morning tilt
night, and the more she teased me, the more
I adored her. I was getting desperate, when'
one Sunday night Kate asked me .to walk
down to the farm-house with her after tea, as
Mrs. Tucker was sick, and she had something
to take to her. We found the old woman
sitting up in the kitchen, and as full of talk
as ever, though an unluckyrlaeuriaatism kept
her,oth l erwise
_quiet.
• " How do the turkeys come on, Mrs.
Tucker?" said I, by way of conversation.
" Well, I declare, you him% heerd about
them turkeys, hey ye ? You see they was
doin' fine, and father he went off' to salt fur
a spell;so's to see'f %wouldn't stop a com
plaint he's get„ —I do'no' but it's a spine in
the back,—makes him kinder' taint by spells,
so's he loses his conscientiousness an .to once;
so he left the chickens 'n' things for Melindy
to boss, 'n' she, got somethire else into
her bead, 'a' she left the door open one
night, and thorn ten turkeys they up and
run away, Pxpect they -took to the woods,
'tore Melindy brought to mind - bow 't
she hadn't shut tbe door. She's sot out fur
to hunt 'em. I shouldn't wonder'f she was
out now, seein' it's aster sundown."
"She a'n't nether 1" roared the terrible
Joe; from behind the door, where he had re
treated at my coming. " She's settin' on a
• urbarret-ligsnr-byh-Shi-ssltilsslaimiri t
Bemont's *leggin' on her."
Good gracious! what a slap Mrs. Tucker
fetched that unluckychild, with a long.brown
towel that hung 'at hand ! and he howled !
while Kate exploded with laughter, in spite
of her stru gg les to keep quiet.
" He is the dre'fullest boy !" whined Mrs.
Tucker. "Melindy tells how he sassed you
'tother day, Mr. Greene. I shall hey to
tewtor that boy ; he's got to hey the rod,'l
guess 1"
I bade Mrs, Tucker good night, fur Kate
was already out of the door, and, before I
knew what she was about, h ad taken a by
path in sight of the well ; and there, to be
sure, sat Melindy, on a prostrate flour-bar
rel that was rolled to the foot of a big apple.
tree, twirling her fingers in pretty embar
rassment, and held on her insecure perch by
the stout arm of George Bement, a hand
some brown fellow, evidently very well con
tent just now. •
' " Pretty,—isn't it 1" said- Kate. ,
"Very,—quite pastoral," sniffed ,I.
- We were sitting round the open door an
hour after, listening to a whippoorwill, and
watching the slow moon rise over a hilly ,
range just east of Centreville, when that elvi
little week ! week !" piped out, of thew
that lay behind the house.
-' That is hopeful,' said Kate • A think
Melindy and George must have ;mated the
turkeys to their haunt, and scared them
homeward.
George—who:l' said Peggy.
`George Bemont ; it seems he is—what
is your Connecticut phrase ?--sparkin' Mo
nody.'
' I'm very glad ; he is atlever fellow,'
said Peter.
' And she is such a very pretty girl,' con-
tinued Peggy,--‘ so intelligent and graceful ;
don't you think so, Sam
Aw, yes, well enough for a rustic,'
said 1,
languidly. '1 never-could endure red hair,-
though !'
Kate stopped on the door-sill; she had
risen to go up stairs.
Gobble!- gobble! gobble!' mocked sbe.
had heard that once before! Peter and
Peggy roared ;-they knew it all ,—I was
sold !
" Cure me of Kate Stevens?' Of course
it did. I never Raw her again without want
ing to fight shy, I was so sure of an allusion
to turkeys. No, 1 took the first down train.
There are more pretty girls in New York,
twice over, than there are in Centreville, 1
console myse lf; but, by George! Polder,
Kate Stevens was charming!--Look out
there! don't meddle with the skipper's coils
of rope! can't you sleep on.deek without a
pillow?. . -
Nr The Sunday Atka tells a' good sto
ry of a one-legged political orator, named
Jones, who was pretty successful in banter
ing an Irishman, when the latter asked him,
" bow the devil he had come to lose his leg."
" Well," said Jones, " ou examining my ped
igree, and looking, up my descent, I found
there was some Irish blood in me, and be
coming convinced that it had settled in that
lett leg, I had it cut off at once." -" Be the
gods said Pat, "it ud ev been a ..downed
good thing ofit bad only. settled in your
!wad."
"A SMALL 111210 OUT TOR A.LiROE . WARR."
—This is the expressive phrase which the
Yankee editors employ to denote those sort
of fitiluree in which " the vigor of the war
doesn't quite Come up to the lofty and sound
ing manifesto." .
pir The 6dlowing sentiment was given
at a recent railroad ketivel held in Cleveland.
Ohio : .
" Oak 411oU ers-4be Duly Csititful
wbo never misplaced a mink.''
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I H. H. FRAZiER, PUBLISHER-V9L.8.*0. 443
The Scoffer Ililama
VT M. C. It...VCSOCOS, OV LONDON.
Let me tell you • story, 1 have told it
before; but: it is a striking one, and sets out
in a true light bow easily men will be ' bro't,
in times of danger, to believe- ins God, and
God of justice, too, though they have de
nied him befi --
,
In the backwoods of eanaoa theie resided
it good 'mirlster, who, one evening, went mit
tomeditate, as Israel did in the fields. He
soon found himself on the borders of ainstst,
which he entered, and walked along.a track
which had been trodden before him, musing,
Musing still, until at last the shadows of twi
light gathered around him, and be began to
think' bow hnribOuld sperQ night in the for
est. He trembled at the idea of remaining
there, with the. poor shelter of a tree into
which he would be compelled to climb.
On a sudden, be saw a light in the Mimic*
among the treae, and imagining that it might
be from the window of some cottrige - where
be could find a hospitable retreat, be hastened
to it, and, to his surprise, saw a space cleared,
and trees laid down to make a-platform, and
upon it a speaker addreitsing a -multitude.
Ile thought to himself, " I have stumbled on
a company who in this dank forest have as
sembled to worship God, and some minister
is preaching to them at this late hiior= in the
evening concerning the kingdom of God _and
his righteousness ; but to his suiprise• and
horror, when' be came nearer, be found a
young man declaiming. against God, daring
the Almighty to do his work - upon him,
speaking terrible things in wrath against the
Most High, raid venturing most bold and aw
ful assertions concerning his own dishClief
in a future state. It was altogether .a singu
lar scene: it' was lighted up by pine knots,
which cast a glare here and there, while the '
thick darkness in other
,places still reigned.
The, people were intent on listening to the
orator; and when be sat down, thunders of
applause were given to him, each one seem
ing to emulate the other in his praise.;
.Thought the minister, "I must het let this .
pass ; I must rise and speak; the honor of
my God and his cause demands it." "He
feared to speak, for he'knew not what to say,
having come there suddenly t but he would
bitveltentured had not something else occur
red. A man of middle age, hale and strong,
rose, and leaning on his staff said, " -
friends, I have a word to speak to you to
night. lam not bound to : refute any cf the
arguments of the orator ;it shall say nothing
concerning what I believe to be' the blasphe
mies he as uttered ; but I. 'shall simply relate
to you a fact, and after I have done brat
,you
shall draw your own concluCioni. Yesterday
I walked by the side of yonder river; I:saw
on its flood a' young man _in a boat. The
,boat:zwersansivanalegoinglitst
down the rapid ; he could not use the oars,
aud I saw be was not, capable of bringing the
boat to the shore ; -.I saw that young man
.wrirg his bands in agony; by and by he gave
up the attempt to save his life, kneeled down,
and cried with de.perate eardestness, " 0
God, save my soul I' :1 heard him Confess'
that he had been a blasphemer • I heard him
vow that, if his life was spar ed, he never
would be.such again ; 1 heard him implore
the merey of HeaVen. for Jesus Christ's sake,
and earnestly plead that he might be washed
in his blond. These arms saved that young
man from the flUod ; I plunged in, brought
the boat to the shore, and saved his life.—
That same young man has just now address : .
ed you and cursed his maker.' What 83y
you to this, sirs ?"
The speaker. sat down: You may guess
what a shudder'ran Through the 'young man '
himself, and how the audience in one mo
ment, 'changed their notes; and saw that
fier all, while it was a fine thing to brag
rid bravado against Almighty God on dry
land, and when danger was di4. , tit,, it was
not quite so grand to think ill of him when
near the verge of the grave. We believe
there is enough conscience in every man' to
cnnvinee hiri that God must punish him for
his sin, and that in every heart the words of
Scripture will , find an echo. "If he turn not,
he will Whet his sword."
DAVID ' S STLLOGISICTIIOMSS Fuller, in
his "Scripture Observations," says
Lord, I find David making a syllogism,- in
mood and figure: two propositions , be- per
fected.
" IF I r eg ard iniquity inlny heart, the Lorcl
will not bear me. .
"But verily GOd bath beard me; He bath
attended to the voice of my prayer."
Now I expected that David, would have
concluded thus :--
Therefore, I regard not wickedness in my
heart."- But far dilTerent be concludes
" Blessed be God, who bath not turned
away my prayer •nor his mercy from the."
ath deceived, but not
.wrong:
ed me. •
I•looked that he should have clasped the
crown on Ina - own, and he puts it on God's
head. I will learn this excellent logic; for I
like David's better than 'Aristotle's syllo
gisms, tbat whatever the premiseabe, I make
God's glory the conclusion.
NAPOLZON THE GIRILATeL—In Ralph Waldo
Emerson's essay upon this great man, we
read, in substance thus:
"He was , a thief. He' did mean things.
He was rude in the extreme. He pinched
ladies' cheeks. He listened to others' secrets.
He peeked throiigh keyholes."
Yes, and to this list or mean acts the great
essayist might have added, that Napoleon
once run his toll at the bridge of Lodi. •
Mr A jour printer, not long ago; being
"flung" by his sweetheart, went to the office
to commit,sukade with the" shooting stick;"
but the thing wouldn't go off. The." devil,*
wishing to pacify him, told him to peep into
the sanctum, where the editor Was writing
dune to delinquent subscribers. lie did so,
ana,the effect was magical. He says that
picture of despair reconciled him to tic fate,
f•
„.. wh.y is a Printer ike a hen 'I Be.
cause be sets awhile katche out his newspa
per. and then lays his ; type In his ease.
The fellow who perpetra the above, is
a bad egg. • ,
ardores has discovered the respective
natures of a distinctice and diffeenoe. : He
says tint "a little difference" frequently
mikes twiny enemies, while *a littldho.,
time attraotelost of friends.oto the. one on
whom it is conferred.
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" The itedbreast.
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Thong!, the readiniast is genendlyitha ir; .
ed for nis song, - he is still more admhed*-.
his attachment to, and ecifidelieec hs,ltiiii.
kind.- In all "oeitotrieei be ke - estreter=d
. .. .
has yhatmay be waled spanSMila.. . ' *
Ratil V
habitants of Bornholm WI sidnx , _
den, the Norwegians, 'Pezei; — "' • _.'lltii
Gerniana; Thomas Oierdet, and: le_ '
he is known as Robin ' Ra. betiiiititiei by -
still more filmiliartiptiellatiott of itiolol4
on describes, with his usual eleganak Os*
winter manners of this bird. - 1 ‘;11 et*, - 1141 ,
son," says he," they visit our dwelliniKind
seek the warmest and Meet sheitiredistetbk
dons ,• and if any one happens atillli --
ue in the woods, it becomes-, the - roesppikatt
of the faggot maker, Cherishes :hear, need=
fire, pecks at his bread, and'. fitAtirliC* l
whole day round him, chirping ite . - iiillideli
pip. But when the cold grows m ,
and thick snow covers , . the ginned, -4 11 h,..,
preaches our houses; and tape at the Cede** '
with its bill, as if to entreat an sayiumoddch_
iseheerfully granted; and it .repepooo44.?
vor by the most amiable , familiarity t tedn.
ing the crumbs from the tableoliatmgubsit .
ing affectionately the people of the laibseetel
assuming nwarble, - not indeed so riCifiettlitt
in the spring, butinore delicatek''''Thilit4*
twins through all the rigors, of the seasok-t0
hail each day the kindness of its host, end
the sweetness of its retreat:" The biller** . ,
(robin is slender and delicate; its eyes
large, dark, and expressive, and its aspixit
mild ; ita head and all the upper pert& °fit*
body are brown, tinged with a greemsfi olive;
the neck and breast are of `a•-fine disiPi'led
dish orange ; a spot of the same eolormatlus
its forehead; its belly is whitiskand .the
legs and feet of a - dusky black. it . is iiiiii*i
inches in length from the tip of the -1411 le
the end of the tail ; the forther being About -
half an inch, and.the latter two inchilit:and -4 ' '
half.
This bird, in 'England, has the ,swesteet.
song of all the feathered tribo .thermtee,
other birds are, indeed, louder, insil.theli:in
ilections afore capricious, but the redbreollell
voice is soft, tender, and .well : .supported :;
and the more to be valued, as: we :enle,irjt;
the greatest part of the winter.
•
During the spring,.the robin lutuntethe
wood, the grove, and thegW 4iti i and iitirei
to the 'thickest and shadiest he dge- to
breed in, where its nest Is usuallyprise e d.
among the roots of trees, in' mime animated
spot near the ground: In winter it cuileattori
to apport itself, by chirping round the warm
habitations of mankind, and by Coming 1140
those shditers where the rigor of the sawn
is artificially expelled, and where insects ate
found in the greatest numbers, attracted :by
the same cause. The female lays. frost MAD
to seven eggs, of a dultwhite itelervdtroltle
fled with reddish streaks. =insects andivoeitiii
are the principal food of the redbreast. The
latter- it very - dexterovaly ,renders .fit to be
eaten, by taking hold of the extremity ofei3ei
in its beak, and beating it against theground
till the inside comes away, and
,then repo&
ing the operation with the ether end, tl. the
outer part is entirely cleansed.
Baltimore Oriole.
From the Singularity of the nest of ; this
species, from its brilliant, color, sand its pr.,:
ferring the apple trees, weeping willow!,
walnut; and tulip trees to build on, it is gen.:
.endly known; and is as usual honored with
a variety ; of names, such `as bang-ttest, - bang.
ing-bird;'.golden robirt, fire-bird, isc., -but
more generally the Bahimore bird. Few of
the American orioles equal this in the con
struction of their nests ; he gives them, in a
superior, degree, warmth,- convenience, and
security::: generally fixes .on - .the high
bending extremities of the brinches,fitatening
strong strings' - of hemp or flax round two
forked twigs; with the - ,same 'materials he'
fabricates a strong, firm kind of elotb,not un
like the substanCe of a bat in its raystata,
forms it into a pouch six or eight inches in
depth, lining it substantially with soft sub
stances well interwoven with the outward
-netting, and lastly finishes- with a layer of -
horse hair; the whole being shaded front tigi
sun and rain by- a natural penthouse ; argot
opy of leaves. _ -
• The birds of this spades have all a com
mon form of building, but they do not build
in exactly the same manner. Great -
ence will be found in the style, neatness; md
finishing of the pest. Some are Co super**
workmen to others. So solicitous is the-Bal.
timore to:procure proper materials for his
nest, that the women in the country must
narro*ly watch the thread that may be bleach
ing ; and the farmer must secure his yowls
grafts, as this bird will carry off ther fortni*, --
and the strings' that tie the latter, to &erre
his purposes in building. - - -
The principal food .of the Baltimore eau*
sists of beetles, caterpillars,
and bugs,partio
ularly one of a brilliant, glossy green. Iris
song is a dear mellow whistle, repeated' at
short intervals; ashe gleans arming this!
branches. ' There is in it a certain itild'play
fulness and naivete extremely interesting. It ,
is not uttered with the rapidity' of our emi t
neat songsters, but with the
t o leasing-tranz
quilifty of a careless plongh Whistilng
merely for his own amusement. When alarm
ed by an apprOach to his nest, he makes a
kind of rapid chirruping very'different front
usual note. Be inhabits North America,
from Canada to Idexico, and is found Li - fiir
south as Brazil. 3 tit ib seven inches long . ; thin
head, throat,•Aiptier "part of than beck and
wings are black; lower eart of the be**
whole under parts are bright orange, deepen..
ing vormilio4
.on • the bra;thti hash
is Oso divided by a band'otorange;the tell
is black and orange: - The plumage of theft.
male is lighter and-duller than that of the
mate. These birds are several years WPM
-
piecing their pluinage. _ . -
Ammo Too Ildocithai—A young couple were
'sitting together in a, talmudic spot, whsn the",
following dialogue took places - 7 '
My dear If the sacrifice of my PAA,,wastil
please thee,. moat gladly would I larkidaym
at thy feet." - " •
"Oh, sir. "OA are itic• kind;
reminds ine that I wieb you wricht Ittads*
wharco." "- •
" Can't shiuk of aids a thiec-;, , leeitAlaldh:
to which Lam wedded." , _ -
0 Viliry welly "sir, this is te el.o-:lctie
down you r rare *A. ins - and es you at4e
reedy'' wedded"' to tol l icak . - Pli - tete': '
care dot y_on sraherer wedded tclue, i: selk
would*l Ngsmy." ,„, _ ,, ,
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