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VOL 15.
STROUDSBURG, MONROE COUNTY, PA. OCTOBER 18, 1855.
NO. 47.
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Love Song.
DY ANSON G. CHESTER.
She who sleeps upon my heart
Was the first to win it :
Sle who dreams upon my breast
Ever reigns within it ;
She who kisses oft my lips
Wakes my warmest blessing;
She who rests within mine arms
Feels their closest pressing.
Other hours than these shall come,
Hours that may be weary;
Olher days shall greet us yet,
Days that may be dreary ;
Still that heart shall be thy home,
Still that breast thy pillow ;
Still those lips meet thine, as oft
Billow mecteth billow.
Sleep, then, on my happy heart,
Since thy love hath won it ;
Dream, then, on my loyal breast
None but thou hast done it;
And when age our bloom shall change,
Willi its wintry weather,
May we, in the self-same grave,
. Sleep and dream together!
The Departed.
Ah, where are those who love us?
Methings they shoulJ be here;
Alas! they are above us,
Within yon sky so clear.
The hearts I once so cherished,
Are withered faded gone ;
Alas! how soon they perished.
And left us here alone.
Land Warrants are in fair demand at
New York and selling at 81,08 per acre
of 120 acres, and at SI ,11 of 80 and 160
acres.
Good advice to farmers is given by a
writer who says
'Plough deeg, plant wide, and keep hoe
handles polished.'
He that would live long must sometimes
change his course of life.
Command your Fcrvant, and do ityour
eelff and you will have less trouble.
Why is a chicken's neck like the Em
peror of France? Ans. Because it is a
bonypart.
If you bite me, I'll bite you, said the
popper-pod to the boy.
Shocking Story.
The following account of the murder of
a slave by her mistress, which we copy
from the New York Times, seems too
monstrous for belief:
Franklin, Tenn., Thursday, Sept. 20.
1 655. A most sickening tragedy occur
red three miles from this place on Mon-
dav and Tuesday last, which throws the
fictious performances in 'Uncle Tom's
Cabin' entirely in the shade. A notori-;bird,
ous woman named Ellen Borden, had her
jealousy aroused on Sunday last by the so amiable as to win, irresistibly, the love
conduct of her husband towards a negro ! of all who met her, Kate Beverly was
woman employed in the house, began on scarcely seventeen jjefore she had a host
Monday to whip and torture the woman,; of admirers, and might have won any
and pcrscrvered in her cruely until some,' youth in the valley. Why was it that she
time the next day, when the negro died, jprefercd me over all the rest, I cannot say.
When the fact of her death became known Perhaps it was the consciousness of some
a Coroner's inquest was held, and a war-J mysterious sympathy linking us together;
rant issued for the arrest of the mur- or, perhaps it was that wo both came
deress. The preliminary trial is now go- from the same town in Connecticut, and
ing on, and from testimony elicited upon ( had been schoolmates in childhood. So
it, there seems to be no doubt but the ne- it was, however; and it soon began to be
gro was made to emfBrc .the most awful known throughout the valley that before
torments for nearly two days before she J another season should elapse, Kato Bev-
was killed outright.
She was first tied and whipped, then
boiling water was poured over the abdo
men and legs, until the skin was all scald
cd off and tho fatty tissue cooked, leaving' with agony. Suffice it to say, that dream
the muscles bare; she was then taken into ing of bliss such as mortal never before
a smoke house and locked up, and prob-' experienced, the war of the revolution
jably on the next day the remaining in-1 broke out; and after a had struggle be
jurics were inflicted which put an end to ' tween my passion and my duty, the lat
her misery. These last injuries were the ter conquered, and I joined the army.
hanging of the negro by a rope attached ' Kate did not attempt to dissuade me from
to a joist in the smoko house, and a se- the act; she rather loved me the more for
vcrc blow on the temple with some point-'it. Though her woman nature caused
cd instrument, which pierced and frac- her to shed tears at my departure, her
ured the skull. On a post mortem ex- reason told her that I was right, and she
aminatiop the neck was found to be brok- bid me God speed,
en, the back port of the head badly! "Heaven bless you, Harry," 6be said,
bruised and two other gashes with the "and bring this unnatural war to a con
same sharp instrument on the head. Tho elusion. I cannot bid you stay, but I pray
back was also found to bo considerably that the necessity for your absence may
gcaldod, though not so badly as tho front Edd.n cease."
part of tho body. ) Time rolled by the American cause
' The woman, Borden, made no attempt was still doubtful, and tho war bid fair
to escape, and exhibits perfect iindiffer- to be protracted into years. I had risen
ence about the affair. The excitement to be captain in the regiment, when
in town is very great.
.KATE BEVERLY.
A Story of Wyoming Valley.
BY PERCY II SMITH.
"Do you sco that landscape?'" said tho
old man to me. as we paused on the edge
"Well, that spot, calm and beautiful as
it is, was once the scene of massacre.
God help me! the agonies of that day al- j
most wring my heart to think of them,
even after the lapse of fifty years."
"I have heard it was a fearful time,
and you have often promised to tell me
the tale of your own connection with it.
Yet if the subject be so painful to you,
I dare scarcely make the request."
"No, boy," said the old man sadly, "I
will tell it, for tho promise is of loner
standing, and I feel to-day as if I could
relate that tragedy with less emotion than
usual. Sit down on this rock and give
me a moment to rest. I will then com
mence my story."
While the old man wiped the perspira
tion from his brow, and sat fanning him
self with his broad-rimmed hat, I took
tho plaoo pointed out by him near his
side, and spent the moments that elapsed
before he began his narration, m gazing
at the landscape before me.
Sitting on a huge boulder, at the edgo
of the mountain, just where tho hill be
gan to slope down in the valley, we com
manded a view of one of the most unri
valled landscapes in the world. To our i
left rose up the mountain, both rugged
and barren, like the back of some vast
monster reared against the sky; but on
the right nothing interposed to destroy
the view; whose loveliness so far exceed
ed even my expectations, that for some
minutes I gazed on the sceno in mute ad
miration. Beneath mo stretched the val
ley, diversified with gently sloping eleva
tions, and sprinkled with fields of waving
golden grain; while here and there a patch
of woodland, with its dark green hue, lay
slumbering on the landscape the surface
of the forest ever and anon varying to a
lighter tint as the wind swept over the
treje tops. Right through tho centre of
the valley meandered the river, now rol
ling betwixt bluff banks, and now steal
ing gently among the rich meadow lands
in the distance, until at length it turned
to the left, and skirting the foot of the far
off hills, was lost behind the profile of the
mountain before us. In the centre of the
vale was the village, with its white houses
and airy church steeple Emiling over the
sceno. Far away on the horizon Etretoh
ed a line of hills, their dark blue summits
half hid by clouds, which wrapped them
in a veil of gauze. No sound came np from
the valley. Occasionally the twitter of
a bird would be heard from the surround
ing hills, while the low tinkle of a tiny
waterfall on our left kept menotonously
sounding in our ears. The morning rays
of a summer's sun poured down upon the
landscape, and every thing around was
bright and gay and beautiful. I was still
lost in admiration of the scene, when the
old man signified his readiness to com
mence his story:
"It is now fifty years ago since I came
to this valley, a young frontier man, with
a hardy constitution, a love of adventure,
and the reputation of being the beet shot
on the border: tho nlace at that t ma set-
flftfl nrinmnnllv hr fnmiliflq frnm flnnnnn. i
ticut, and even then bore traces of its
present luxuriant cultivation. Many of
the families were in good circumstances,
others had seen better days, and altogeth
er,the society was more refined than was
usual on the frontier. Among all the fam
Hies, however, in the valley, none pleased
mo. ro much n tW. nf Mr TWorlr- ta
of his fire-side circle, his second dau"-h-ter,
Kate was in my eyes the gem. How
shall I describe her beautv : Lovely
without beins beautiful, with asvlnh-like
form, a laugh as joyous as tho carol of a
a step lighter than that of a vouno-
.fawn in sportive play, and a disposition
erly would become my wife.
Oh ! how happy we were in those days
too happy, indeed, to last. I will not
dwell upon them, for they fill my soul
;1 received information that tho tones and
Indians intended making a descent on the
valley of Wyoming. I knew the unpro-
tccted situation of my adopted district,
and I trembled for tho lives of those I
hold most dear. At first I discredited
the rumor. Chance, however, threwin ray
way an opportunity of ascertaining the
reality of the descent, and I became con
vinced that not a moment was to bo lost,
if I would save tho lives of those I loved
at home. My determination was at once
taken. I solicited leave of absence; it was
refused: and I resignod my commission,
and set off for Wyoming.
I shall never forget my emotions when
I drew near that ill-fated place. It was
on tho very day of the massacre; and the
first intimation I had of tho calamity was
tho maugled body of one of the inhabi
tants, whom I had known, floating down
the stream. A cold shiver ran through
every vein? as I gazed on the terrible
sight, and a thousand fears agitated my
bosom; but my worst surmises fell short
of the truth. When Jhours after I met
some of the fugitives, and they rehearsed . The other two finding their companions
to me the talc of horror, I stood for a dead, and dispairing of being ablo to car
moment thunderstruck, refusing to be- rv off their prisoner, suddenly rushed on
lieve that beings
m numan lorms could
such deeds; but it wa8
coolly porpetrat
all too true.
Almost my first inquiry was for Kato.
No one knew, alas! what had becomo of
her. One of those who had escaped the
fight, told me" that her father had been
killed in the conflict, and that deprived,
of a protector, she had probably fallen
victim to the infuriated savages, while
the other inhabitants were severally en
gaged in protecting themselves. How I
cursed them for this selfishness; and yet,
how could I expect aught else of human
nature than that each one should protect
those dearest to them even to the deser
tion of others
But my mind was soon made up. I
resolved, come what might, to ascertain
clearly the fate of Kate; so that if dead
I might avenge her, and if living I might
rescue her. Bidding farewell to my fly
ing group, I shouldered my rifle and
struck boldly into the forest, trusting in
the guidance of that God who never de
serts us in our extremities.
I will not tire you with a protracted
narrative; I will only say that after nu
merous enquiries from the fugitives I met,
I learned that Kate had been seen last
in the hands of a party of savages. This
was sufficient for a clue; I once more be
gan to hope. I waited until nightfall,
when 1 sought the spot which had been
described to me as the one where Kate
had been last seen; and never shall I for
get my feelings of almost rapturous pleas
ure, when I found in the neighboring
forest a part of her dress sticking to a
bush, by which it had doubtless been torn
in passing. I now was satisfied that Kate
had been carried off captive. Fortunate
ly, I had met in the group of fugitives a
hunter, who had been under some obliga
tions to her family, and he was easily
persuaded to join me in my search. To
gether we now began a search for the sav
ages. He was an adept in forest warfare;
could follow a trail as a hound in the
1 chase: knew the course which would be
I tv -vof Ulrolw f r Tin nlinsnn V t? n fluinrr nnrf.tr
!of Indians; and withal wasone of tho
Keenest snow wuo uau carneu
the border.
a""
oiin
on
"It's my opinion," said he, "that these
varments did not belong to the regular
body of Indians who followed Butler,
though even they were bad enough. I
think, however, he would not suffer a deed
', like this. These villains seem to have
acted on tIieir own behalf; and if so, they
will flv to the back country as soon as
possible. You may depend upon it we
shall overtake them if we pursue that
way."
I felt the truth of these remarks, and
assented to them at once. In less than
a quarter of an hour after first discover-
ins the trail, we were threading the for-
est in pursuit of the savages.
Let me hasten to the close. Hour af
ter hour, all through tho live long day,
we pursued tho flying Indians; crossing
swamps, clambering over rocks, fording
streams, and picking our way through
the labyrinthine woods, until toward
night we reaohed the edge of an open space
or, as it were, a meadow, shut in by
gently sloping hills.
"Hist," said my companion, "we are
upon them. Do you not see that thin thread
of smoke curling upward over the top of
yonder aged hemlock?"
"Aye it must be them; come let us on."
"Softly, or we loose all. We know not
certainly that this is the party we seek;
let us reconoitre."
C, 1 1 . 1.1 M 1 1 1 1 i
oiowiy ana steaituuy, tremming least
ovAn n iKirrslinnld nrnnklfi nndnr nnr W,
we crept up towards the edge of tho mead- j
" P 1
O '
ow, ana peeping cautiously turougn tne
underwood, beheld the object of our search,
and six tall swarthy savages, sitting smok
ing around the remains of a fire. At a
little distance, with her hands bound and
her eves upraised to Heaven, knelt mv
1 1 . f 1.1
own Kate. Oh! how my heart leaped at,?0' Jf. fel!,ow wh o "ported as hav
the sight. I raised my rifle convul6ive. iug fallen down drunk and making ports'
ly, and was about to fire, when my com
panion caught my hand, and said:
"Softly, or you will spoil all. Let us
get the varments in range, and then we
shall fire with some effect. Hist!"
This last exclamation was occasioned
by the sudden rising of one of tho sava
ges. He gazed a moment cautiously a
round, and then advanced towards the
thicket where we lay concealed. I drew-!
, ., 1 i 1 , 1 i 1 1 1 .
jmy Drcatn in ana ircrupiea at tne oca:-
jiug of my own heart. The savage still
approached. My companion laid his hand
on my arm, and pointed from in v rifle to
one of the Indians. I understood him.
At this juncturo the advancing savage,
warned of our presence by the crackling
of an unlucky twig beneath my compan
ion's foot, sprang back with a loud yell,
towards the fire.
"Now," said my companion.
Quick as lightning I raised my piece
and fired. Mv companion did the same.
The retrating savage and one of his com
panions fell dead on tho ground. Each
of us then sprang to a tree, loading as we
ran. It was well that we did it, for in
an instant the enemy was upon us. Shall
I describe that dreadful fight? My emo
tion forbids it. A few minutes decided it.
Fighting from tree to tree; dodging load
ing, and endeavoring to get sight of a foe,
we kept up tho conflict for nearly five
minutes, at the end of which time I found
myself wounded, while four out of tho
six savages lay prostrate on the ground.
her. and before wo could interpose, had
seized their hapless victim. I had only
been prevented hitherto from rescuing
Kate, by the knowledge that an attempt
of this kind while tho savages were still
numerically superior to us, would end in
tho certain ruin of us both; but now worlds
could not have restrained me; and club
abing my rifle,for the piece was unloaded,
' "T rl n a 1 rtrl r n I Cr m tm . nnrmy I nli ti tin r I r
my companion:
(I n nn in d-nAa nnmn nrtPJ
"Take oare of the taller varmint," he
thundered.
The warning was too late. In the tu
mult of my feelings I had not observed
that tho savage furthest from me had his
piece loaded, and before I could avail my
self of my companion's cooler observation,
I received the ball in my right arm, and
my rifle fell and my arm dropped power
less by my side. Had I not sprang in
voluntarily aside, at my companion's cry,
I should have been shot through the head.
"On, on!" I groaned in agony, as I
seized my tomahawk in my almost use
less left hand.
"Stoop;" said my companion, "stoop
lower," and as I did so, his rifle cracked
on the still air, and the Indian fell dead.
All this had hardly occupied an instant, i
I was now within a few feet of the one I
loved, who was struggling in the grasp ;
of the other Indian. He had already en-!
twined bis hands in her hair; his toma-
hawk was already gleaming in the setting j
sun. Never shall I forget the looke of de- '
moniac fury with which tho wretch glar-1
ed on his victim. A second only was left
for hope. My companion was far behind
with his rifle unloaded. I made a des-'
perate spring forward, and hurled my
tomahawk at the savage's head. God of
my fathers! the weapon whizzed harm- I
lessly by the wretch, and buried itself
quivering in the trunk of a neighboring
tree. I groaned aloud in agony; there 1
was a yell of triumph in the air a sudden !
flashing in the sun like a glancing knife,
and but I cannot go on.
She who I loved as my own life; she
who was the purest and loveliest of her
sexjshe with whom I had promised myself
a long life of happiness; ah! must I say it
she lay a mangled corpse at my feet!
But her murderer aye, he was cloven to
the breast by a blow from his own tom
ahawk which I had wrenched from him,
with the strength of a dozen men."
The old man ceased; big tears rolled
down his furrowed face, and his frame
shook with emotion. I saw tho remem
brance of the past was too much for him,
and I sat down by his side in silence.
I subsequently heard his sad talo from
others, and then learned the manner in
which Kate had been carried off. The
old man's companion was right. She had
been made a prisoner by a predatory
band of Indians, who had followed But
ler, and deserted him immediately after
the massacre.
Beautiful as is tho valley of Wyoming,
I never have seen it from that day to this,
without thinking of tho sad fate of Kate
Beverly.
The Dixon (111.) Telegraph mentions
the formation in that placo of a comp
any to manufactor brick by a new pro
cess, which dispenses with burning and
and is in every respect cheaper than
tho old mode. Tho bricks are made en
tirely of lime and sand mixed with wa
ter, and nreased with n Tinwnrfnl mn-
l . V K r
Ministers Arrested CAnnU I'Wnr"
f rreSlCCl. WllCagO IS a great
nlrtnn 'I irn ivl 1 nictofO rf Hi n Hncnnl msi-a
,! ; , ""
nr mil r. An thorn locf manlr rrn trv Wpiinlf.
lenness, and tho other for stealing a horse
and buggy.
A distinguished teacher defines 'genius'
to be 'the power of makin" efforts,' If
to raise himself by feeling upwards for the
ground, must be 'an awful genius.'
Prosy Coleridge, during one of his in
terminable table talks, said to Lamb.
'Charley, did you ever hear me preach?'
'I never beard you do anything else,',
was tho prompt and witty reply of Lamb,
which has remained a favorite by-word
V y
?o the presca;
Another Baby.
Tho New York Sunday Timc3 says:
They have got a now "baby elephant" up
town, the product wc believe, of one of
the elephants belonging to Barnum's trav
cling menagerie. Being too unwell to go
upon her usual summer tour, she was
left at home, wo believe, to recuperate
for a season. The result is this addition
to the elephantine domestic circle. Both
Buffon and Goldsmith tell us as a scien
tific fact, that elephants never gestate in
captivity. However prolifio in their nat
ural state, they never give birth in the
domestic condition, those authorities as
sure us, to other captives and such us
ed to be the case. But a few years ago,
one of tho female elephants in the Zoolog
ical Garden, at Regent's Park, London,
set the example. An elephant in the Jar-
din des Plantcs, at Paris, followed in
twelve months after. A year after an el
ephant in this city gave us an imitation,
and now, as if our country must still keep
ahead of all competition, behold wc have
another.
These baby elephants arc very interest
ing objects. They are perfectly formed
though and differ from their parent only
in size but that difference is so amazing
that it becomes ridiculous; and when you
see the baby walking to and fro under itd
mother, you cannot resist the impulse to
laugh at the oddity of the comparson.
And then the bulky mother's care of her
baby is so human-like and affectionate.
Give tho baby an apple for instance.
The mother elephant first takes it in her
trunk, examines it closely, and then re
turns it to her infant to eat, having ap
parently satisfied herself of its innocuous
ness. And so with every thing else. The
watchful care, the jealous fondness, tho
assiduous and untiring attention of the
parent-monster, is eminently worthy of
imitation by many beings who make pro
fession of a much greater share of intel
ligence. Dan Rice's Gratitude.
An interesting incident is related of
Dan Rice, the celebrated circus perform
er, in a late number of the Reading Ga
zetce. When Dan left Reading with 'the
pig,' fourteen years ago, he went towards
Kutztown. Here he was completely stuck
the pig didn't draw, and Dan found
himself out of cash, with scarcely a coat
to his back, and altogether in one of those
awkward quandaries from which extrica
tion is hopeless, short of a miracle. But,
in the depth of his distress, Dan found a
Good Samaritan in our worthy friend,
Judge Heidenrcich, who lifted him out of
the mud, put him in a suit of new broad
oloth, and lent him a horso and wagon to
take his pork to another market 'in
short,' as Mr. Micawbcr would say. to
Allentown. Here Dan's evil genius a
gain beset him the pig proved too little
pork for the AHentowners' shillings, and
Dan fell deeper into the mire of debt and
destitution than before. To add to his
troubles, a crisis in his wifo's health was
approaching, when to travel. any longer
with Dan, was periling the travail she
must shortly undergo on her own account.
In this sad dilemma, Dan had no other
resource but to sell the horse and wagon
Judge Hcidenreich bad loaned him, and
with the proceeds take his wife home to
Pittsburg, buy a cradle, and prepare for
tho stern realities of married life. He
made a notch, however, in the corner of
his brain, of his indebtedness to the Judge,
which he determined no statute of lirain
tation should ever obliterate. Time pass
ed on Dan dissolved partnership with
the pig, took a step higher, aud reached
the stage of one of the Philadelphia the
atres. Here tho Judge saw and recogniz
ed him one night discovered hislodgings
next morning, and gave him a friendly
call. Den, although in improved circum
stances, was still poor, and wore a thread
bare coat; but the Judge, in the hardness
of his heart, arrested him, and took him
before not the Mayor, but a Clothier,
and ordered a suit to be brought. But
Dan would not stand that proceeding he
suffered a non-suit, and left tho Judge to
an empty judgment. From that time to
this, they never met, until last Tuesday,
when Dan and his Company came to
Reading to perform, and the Judge came
down to attend Court. Dan's first duty
was to hunt up his old friend, and invited
him to take a short drive about town, to
which he consented, and a horse and-ve-hiclo
were soon at the door. Dan's c
quipage, like that of his profession gen
erally, seemed a pretty stylish turn-out.
It consisted of a bran new carriage of el
egant make, a cream colored Arabian
pony, and a spick and span new 8et of
glistening harness worth, when you come
to estimate such things by dollars, some
400 or 8500. Tho drive was taken and
enjoyed, and time flew swiftly by, as the
two friends talked and laughed over tho
half-forgotten events of old times. Dan
drove the Judge back to his lodgings,
stepped out upou the pavement, and, be
fore the Judge had time to rise from bin
sea,t, handed him the reins and whip,
with a graceful bow, and said : 'These
are yours, Judge tho old horse and
wagrm restored, with interest take them,
with Dan Rice's warmest gratitude!' The
Judge was stricken dumb with amaze
ment for a few moments, but soon recov
ered his sclf-posscsMou and began to re
monstrate. But Dan was inexorable he
closed his lips firmly, shook his head,
waved a polite adieu to his old friend in
the carriage, walked off to the hotel, and
left the Judge to drive the handsome c-
quipagc now really bis own, to the stable.
An honest man, and a man of honor, is
Dan Rico, the Circus Clown !
The Red Sea.
This large body of water, which sepa
rates the shores of Asia from thoso of Af
rica, is about fourteen hundred miles in
length and nearly two hundred in average
breadth. It derives its name from quan
tities of slimy, red, coloring matter,which
at certain seasons of the year colors its
waters and is washed up along its beach
es, and which has been pronounced "by
Dr. Ehrenberg to be composed of an infi
nite number of very delicate vegetables.
This discoloration of the waters is by no
means peculiar to. the Red Sea. Tho
warm waters of the Pacific Ocean swarm
with nascent organism, sometimes animal
and sometimes vegetable, which color its
surface crimson, brown, black, or white,
according to their own hues. These patch
es of colored water often extend, especial
ly in the Indian Ocean, as far as the eyo
can reach. Along the coast of China yel
lowish spots are not uncommon, and tho
Yellow Sea derives its from the frequen
cy of tho yellowish patches in that local
ity. Tho average depth of the Red Sea
is about fivo hundred feet. Sudden
changes of wind and violent gales render
its navigation difficult. Nevertheless in
past years, before tho discovery of tho
passage around the Cape of Good Hope,
it was the principal route of traffic be
tween Europe and the East, and even now
it is important as a part of the direct
route between Europe and India.
Lieut. Maury, in an account of the cur
rents of the ocean, says that there is a
perpetual current rushing from the Indian
Ocean into the Red Sea. This current is
peculiar, inasmuch as while the bottom of
it is probably a water level, the surface
is an inclined plane, running doicn hill.
The causes which render the surface of
the sea lower as it becomes more distant
from the straits are these: The sea is in
a rainless and riverless district; its shores
are burning sands ; the evaporation is
ceaseless, and none of tho vapors which
the scorching winds that blow over it car
ry away arc returned to it in other forms.
When we consider how dry and hot the
winds are which blow upon the sea, we
may suppose the daily evaporation to be
immense, probably not less than an inch.
Calling it, however, half an inch only, if
we suppose tho velocity of the current to
average twenty miles a day, it would take
the water fifty days to arrive at a distance
of one thousand miles from the mouth,
and by that time it would have lost by e
vaporation fifty half inches, or one inch
more than two feet. It would be twenty
five inches lower than the waves which
are just entering the straits, and which
have lost nothing by evaporation.
The salt of course cannot evaporate,and
therefore the water becomes Salter in pro
portion, and heavier, as its freshness is
evaporated. One would think, at first
glance, that the eventful result would be
either that thi3 heavier and Salter water
would deposit its surplus salt in the shape
of crystals, and thus gradually make the
bottom of the Red Sea a salt bed, or that
it would extract all tho salt from the o
cean to make the Red Sea brine, neither
of which processes is in reality going on.
The truth is that there is a constant un
der or onter current, as there is from the
Mediterranean through the Straits of Gib
ralter, and that this heavy water or brino
is continually flowing out of the Straits
of Babelmandel, beneath the current of
fresher and lighter water from the sea
that is contiuually flowing in. If there
were no waters constantly rushing out of
tho Red Sea, if the evaporation wa3 suf
ficient to carry -away all the surplus wa
ter, leaving the salt behind, in one hun
dred years the Red Sea would become a
mass of solid rock salt.
A Valuable Paint.
A. B-, in the Country Gentleman, says:
'For the information of all wishing to ob-
tain a cheap and valuable paint for build
ings, I would say take common clay, (tho
same that our common brioks are made
of,) dry, pulverize, and run it through a
sieve, and mix with linseed oil. You
thon have a first-rate fire-proof paint of
a delicate' drab color. Put it on as thick
as practicable.'
If any one has doubts with regard to
the above, just tiy it a small scale paint
a shingle, for iustancc, and let it dry.
Recollect that it must be mixed thicker
than common paints.
The clay, when first dug, will bo wet
or damp, but will soon dry, spread in tho
air under a shelter, or, if wanted immedi
ately, it may be dried in a kettle over a fire.
When dry it will be in lumps, &c., aud
can be pulverized by placing an iron ket
lle a few inches in the ground, containinc
tho clay, and pounding it with the end of
a billet of hard wood, 3 inches in diame
ter, 3 feet long, the lower end to be a lit
tle rounded, &c. Then sift it. Any clay
will make paint, but the oolors may dif
fer, which ean easily be astertained by
trying them on a small scale as above in
dicated. By burning the clay slightly
you will get a light red, and the greater
the heat you subject it to the brighter or
deeper tho red.
JBST To see a young lady walk as
though a flea was biting her on each hip
it. is so fascinating. Sho is just to
match for a dandy who stops liko an o-:
pen-winged turkoy over a bed of hot ash-.
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