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THE SELLS.
Oh, Mle is youthful and IR1« is fair,
With her «j« of dark ba«l and soft, carting hair,
And Kfflo haq suitors, too uameroas too tell —
Of every gay bnlProom the beauty and bello.
Uoltl, Jewels and satins, and coetly array,
Take up tier attention completely each day ;
No time for sweet pleasures ol home can she find,
For Ftshloa enthroned, roles her heart and her mind.
But as to her mind —why, ft word or two more
Will express all there Is to be said on that score,
For at school, French and ribbons, and grammar and lace
Were mingled with thoughts of her own pretty face.
Bnt school time Is otpt, and Effie no# sayp
She cao scarcely endure to look back on tboso days;
Education Is needed indeed for the plain,
For the hollo and the beauty, "what end can it gain ?
Anri as to her heart—ye admiring Youth
Think not that your procured devotion aud truth,
Without rent-rolls and niher. can e'er win the girl
Who spends half an hour in adjusting a curl I
What a wife she would make'.—at each party and ball
You’ll bo told that your lady outrivals them all*
And your trials at home, Sir, you never must toll.
If so rush as to marry a beauty and belle.
Select jWfßcelians.
THE HERO WOMAN. "
HY GEORGE LIFFABD
In the shadow of the Wissahikon woods not
more than half a mile from the Schuylkill,
there stood, at the lime of the Revolution, a
oumm old fabric built of logs and stone, and
encircled by a palisaded wall. It had been
crecieci in the earlier daysf of William Penn,
pernaps years before lhe\ great apostle of
peace first trod our shoresj/as a block-house
intended for defense aggiiret Indians.
And there it sloodTwiih us many roofs, its
numerous chiqtneys, Us massive square win
dows, its varied front of logs and stone, its
encircling wall, through which admittance
was gained by a lorge and stoutly buili gate.
It siood m the midst of the wood with age
worn trees enclosing its veteran outline on
everv side.
From its western window you might ob
tain a glimpse of the Schuylkill waves, while
n large casement in the southern front com
manded a view of Ihe winding road as it
sunk out of view under Ihe shade of thidkly
clusiered boughs, into a deep hollow, not
more than one hundred yards from the man-
here, from the southern casement, on one
o' those balmv summer dnvs which looked
in upon the drearv auiumn, towards the
close of November, a larmer’s daughter was
gazing with dilating eyes and half-clasped
handi
Well might snegnze earnestly to ihe south
and listen with painful intensity lor the slight
est sound. Her brothers were away with
me armv ol Washington, and her father a
grim old veteran—he stood six feet three in
his stockings—who had manifested his love
lor the red-coal Invnde's in manv a despe
rate contest, bad that morning left her alone
in me old mansion, alone in this small cham
uc’ in charge of some ammunition, intended
loro band of brave tappers abopt to join the
hosts of freedom. Even as she-stood there,
gazing out of the southern window, a faint
glimpse 01 juniigbi Irom ihe faded leaves
above, pouring over her mild face, shaded
nv clustering brown hair, no> ten paces from
her sine, were seven loaded rifles and a keg
o poive.
Leaning from ltie casemenl, she listened
wi;n every nerve quivering with suspense, to
me snouts of combatants and the hurried
tread of armed men, ecnoing from the south.
There was something very beautiful in
mat pictu’e The form of the young girl,
named in the square massive windows—the
rontrast between me rough timbers that en
closed her and 'hat rounded face, the lips
parting, tfic hazei eye dilating, the cheeks
(lushed with nope and fear; and there was
something very beautiful in that picture —a
voung girl leaning from tne window of an old
mansion, with her brown hair waving in
glossy masses around tier face
Suddenly the shouts to the south grow
nearer, and then emerging from the deep hol
low, tiiete came an old man, running at full
speed turning round To tire a rifle, which he
loaded as tie ran. Ho was pursued by a parly
0' ten British soldiers, who came rushing on,
with bayonets fixed, ns if to strike their vic
um down ere he advanced ten paces nearer
me Houst-
on and on the old man came, while his
daughter, quivering with suspense, hung lean
mg from the window He reaches the block
house gale—look 1 He is surrounded—their
muskets are leveled at his head, he is down
at their feet grappling for his life 1 But look
again 1 he dashes aside his foes—with one
bom movement he springs through the gate —
“i instant, and it is locked. The British
soiaicrs, mad with rage, gaze upon the
mgs and stone, and vent their anger in drun-
Mm curses
-Now took to yonder window I where the
young gin stood a minute ago, quivering with
suspense, as sue beheld her father struggling
tor his iue, now stands the old man himself,
nts orow oared, his hands grasping the rifle,
won ms gray n.nrs waving back from his
wrinkled and btood-spriokled face! That was
s nne picture of an old- veteran, nerved for
1115 last fight—a stout warrior, preparin'* for
ins neath struggle, °
Learn struggle.? Yes, for the old man,
isaac Walpole, had dealt 100 many hard
blows among the British soldiers—tricked,
toiled, cheated them 100 often to escape now ;
A few moments longer and they would be re
inforced by a strong parly of refugees. The
Powder, the arms in the old block house—
Pernaps that daughter herself was to be their
reward. There was scarcely n hope for the
oio man, and yet he had determined to make
6 Desperate fight.
“We must bluff off these rascals!” he
ow wnh a grim smile, turning to his daugh
“ Now Bess, my gin, when I fire this
>' ou n ‘o anutner, aim so on, till
COBB, STURROCK & CO.,
VOL. 3.
For The Agitator.
the whole eight shots arefirtd —that will
kcep ihem on the other side of the wajl for,a
few. momenta, at least and then tye will have
to trust tp'God for thq rest,! 1 ’ ~
Look clown (here and see a band stealjng
Over the edge of the wall. Thp ojd man lev
els his piece—that Briiish trooper, fulls back
with a cr.ushed hand upon his comrades’
heads.
No longer quivering with suspense, but
suddenly grown firm, the young girl passes
a loaded rifle to the veteran’s grasp, and si
lently awaits the result. For a moment all
is silent below, the British bravos are some
what loath to try that wall, when a stout old
rebel, rifle in hand, is looking from yonder
window. There is a pause—low, deep mur
murs—they are bolding a council. A mo
ment passes, and nine heads are thrust above
the wall at once. Hark ! the old veteran has
fired three shots; there are three dying men
groveling in the yard, beneath the shadow
of the wall.
vinomA.
“ Quick, Bess the rifles!”
And the brave girl passes the rifles to her
father. There are four shots, one after the
other; three more soldiers fall back like
weights of lead upon (he ground, and a single
red-coal is seen, slowly mounting on the lop
of the wall, his eyes fixed upon the hall door,
which he will force ere a moment is gone.
Now the last ball is fired, the old man
stands there, in that second story window,
his hands vainly grasping for another loaded
rifle. At this moment the wounded parly be
low are joined by a party of some twenty re
fugees, who, clad intjieir half-robber uniform
came rushing from the woods, and with one
bound are leaping from the summit of the
wall.
“ Quick, Bess, my rifle!’’
And look there—even while the veteran
stood looking out upon his foes, the brave
girl—for slender in form and wildly beautiful
in face, she is a brave girl, a hero woman,
had managed, as if in an instinctive impulse,
to load a rifle. She handefd it to her father,
and then loaded another and another. Was
not that a beautiful sight? A fair young girl,
grasping powder and ball, with a ramrod ri
sing and falling in her slender fingers.
Now look down to the wall again. The
refugees are clambering over its summit;
again a horrid cry, and another wounded
man is toppling down upon his dead and dying
comrades.
But now look I A smoke rises there, a
fire blazes around the wall; they have fired
the gate. A moment, and the bolt and the lock
will be burnt from their sockeis ; the passage
will be free. Now is the fiery moment of
Ibo otd irmn’a trim, svimu.
loads, he continues to fire with that deadly
aim ; and now, oh horror! be fulls, he falls,
with a musket ball driven into his bregst—
the daughter's outstretched arms receive the
father, os, with the blood spouting from the
wound, he topples back from the window.
Ah, it is a sad and terrible picture I
The old man, writhing there on the oaken
floor, the young daughter bending over him,
the light from the window streaming over her,
face, over her father’s gray hairs, while the
ancient furniture of (he small chamber affords
a dim back ground to the scene.
Hark ! the sound of axes at the hall door—
shouts, curses, hurrahs!
“ Wo have the old rebel at last 1"
The old man raises his head at the sound;
makes an effort to rise, clutches for a rifle
and then falls buck again, his eyes glaring as
the fierce pain of that wound quivers through
his heart.
Now watch (he movements of that daugh
ter. Silently she loads a rifle, silently she
rests its barrel on the head of that powder
keg, aod then placing her finger on the trig
ger stands over her father’s form, while the
shouts of Ihe enraged soldiers came thunder
ing from the stairs. Yes, they have broken
the hall door to fragments, they are in pos
session of the old block-house, they are rush
ing towards that chamber, with murder in
their hearts and in their glaring eyes. Had
the old man a thousand lives they were not
worth a farthing’s purchase now.
Still, that girl, grown suddenly white as
the handkerchief around her neck, stands
there, trembling from head to fool, the ride
in her hand, its dark lube laid against the
powder keg.
The door is burst open—look there I—stout
forms ate in the doorway, with muskets in
their hands ; grim faces, stained with blood,
glare into the room.
■Now, as if her very soul was coined into
the words, that young girl, wiih her face pale
as ashes, her hazel eye glaring with deadly
light utters this short yet meaning speech.:
“ Advance oue step into the room, and 1
will fire this rifle into the powder (here ! I”
No oath quivers upon the lips of that girl
to confirm her resolution, but theie she stands
alone with her wounded 1 father, and yet, nol
a soldier dares cross the threshold. Imbrued
as they are in deeds of blood, there is some
thing terrible to these men in the words of
that young girl, who stands there with the
rifle laid against ihe powder keg.
■ They stood as if spell-bound, on the thresh
old of that chamber.
At last one bolder than Ihe rest, a bravo,
whose face is half concealed’ in a (hick ted
beard, grasped his musket and levele'd it at
the young girl’s breast.
Still the girl is firm; the bravo advances a
Step, and then starts back. The sharp click
of that rifle lock falls with a significant' and
unpleasant emphasis upon his ear.
“ Bess, I am dying,” gasps the old mod,
faintly, extending his arras. “ Ha, ha, we
foiled the Britishers! Come, daughter, knee)
here—kneel aod say a prayerfor mb, and let
me feel your warm breath upon my Tape, (or
lam cold—oh, dark and coltj!’’
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W£LLSBOROWiI(, TIOGA COVSTY. PA., TIUrISIIM' MOftSVM/FMiaRY ?§. ISST..
‘!,T“ b A? l ?,*™*** TOK'BEOlSftlHod* WttßOliP* !' a fc' *
Look I as those accents Tall from the eld
man’stoogne,. those: fiugerannlopse their told
of:ihe rifler-Tftlready :tho are,,secure.
of onavictim alleast; a, young and beautiful:
giii; her affection for her father is mastering
theharoism of the moment—look ! she is
about to spring into hls arms'- "hut qqw'sKe'
sees her danger;; agaih^lfe'dweh^StW rifle;
again, although her father’s dying accents are
in her ears, she stands there prepared to scal
ier (hat house iq ruins, if a single rough hand
assails (bat veteran form.
There, are a few brief, terrible moments of
suspense; then a hurried sdund far down (he
mansion, (ben a coolest on the. stairs; then
<ho echo of a rifle shot and the light ol a rifle
blaze; then those ruffians in the doorway
fall crushed before the strong arms of Conti
nental soldiers. Then a wild shriek quivers
through the room, and a, girl—that hero
woman—with one hound springs forward into
her brother’s arms and nestles there, while
her dead father —his form yet warm—lies
with fixed eyeballs upon the, floor.
Guardian Angels.
There are many who believe (hat it is the
especial privilege of the “ loved and lost” to
be hereafter (he guardian watchers of the
living who are led behind them. Such a per*
suasion has dried many a mourner’s tears.
In the overwhelming grief that death brings,
is a relief unspeakable to think that the la
mented parent, the cherished partner, or the
darling child are with us, separated only by
a thin division of air, sympathising with us,
watching over us, and silently persuading us
to holy action. Often has such a conviction,
checked the rising thought of evil, and turned
the tempting and erring back to the path of
virtue. We would fain believe that those
sweet innocents who are given to their pa
rents for awhile, and who are taken away
just as they have begun to weave themselves
about our hearts, are angels in disguise, sent
to wean us from earthly things and revive in
our souls a longing for Paradise. God spir
itualizes us in this way when all other means
fail. There are praying mothers whose sons
are far away, to whom this relief has some
times come with peculiar beauty. .Oh ! what
inexpressible joy to think that guardian an
gels attend -the wanderer in the Watches of
the night, in (he storm at sea, on the wide
prairie, and on Ihe black Sierra. Grown
men, separated by vast oceans from their
early homes, often feel as if some invisible
presence was with them ; as though acelea*-
lial spirit, won by a mother’s petitions, was
constantly protecting their footsteps.
There is a German legend which says that
("it, Kiw_q, nunrdinn angel
appointed, who remains with us till deaTn;
unless driven away by our remorseless wick
edness. Alas for those who have banished
their invisible attendant. What a dissolution
there must be as they go into the dark eter
nity to come, lonely wanderers, whom np
messengers from Paradise take by the hand
to conduct theij spirits to the realms of purity
and bliss, where countless myriads bask
eternally in the golden sunlight of God’s
love.
The Process of Sooah Refining.— By
ihe introduction of machinery and steam the
old system of purifying and refining sugar
with animal albumen, in the form of bullock’s
blood, which formed a new source of deterio
ration in the sugar, has been superseded.—
The raw sugar from Ihe West and East In
dies is chiefly imported in cases; from Ja
maica, St. Domingo and St. Croix, in hogs
heads ; from Manilla and Mauritius, in double
sacks, plaited or woven from the leaves of
reeds. ' The quality varies in degrees, from
white Havana to the dark brown, moist and
sticky. The more coarsely granular, the
harder, drier and whiter, the greater is the
value of the sugar. The first operation of
the refiner after removing the sugar from the
hogsheads, boxes, &c., is dissolving the su
gar in a pan by means of a team passing thro*
a perforated pipe in the bottom of the pan.—
The color is then extracted from the solution
by means of chemical and mechanical means,
when it is passed to what is known as the
vacum pans, heated by steam, for the purpose
of being boiled. By this means the liquor is
so concentrated that the sugar is only held in
solution by the high temperature, so on cool
ing a rapid crysinhzation takes place, which
produces that uniform fine grain, such as is
required in loaf sugar. The syrup, after
bailing sufficiently, is poured into the moulds,
which are of the funnel or sugar-loaf form,
for the purpose of ossisting the separation of
the mother liquor. The syrup or liquor which
runs from the mould is again boiled, from
which the lower grades of sugar is produced.
The syrup coming from this second process
is sold for molasses. The production of
molasses is about one-fifth from each hogs
head. To produce fine groin or irregular
conglomeration of crystals, the liquor must
bo poured into the moulds at a certain tempe
rature, just when the crystals have begun to
form, and as the liquor leaves the vaccum
pan at too low a temperature, for the purpose,
it is heated up in a vessel, furnished with a
false bottoqi for the admission of steam, and
(hen cooled to the granulating poin' in vessels
capable of holding the entire quantity of li
quor boiled in a .day. As the temperature
falls, the formation of crystals of too large a
size is prevented by stirring- l’be larger, the
bulk of syrup the slower, is (be cooling, and
the more regular the cryslalization.
We are apt lb mistake bur vocation in look
ing out of the way’ fbr occamdris to exercise
greatand rare virtues, end stepping overihe
ordinary ones which lib directly in the .Voad
before us. When- we read wq fancy we
coyld be nrmrtyrh; when we come to act, we
fitu) we cannot bear a provoking word. -■ l,_
iiuiD.
j. fmTto Aglutot. .
■; LiN'Bsy'' ;; ,;
TUgreV household—" *
' bratcn splrit-T- . r ,
Crmhcd whoa thelrrmpcsSrcrt brfghl'
ThofoUtic*troyepJ*»lidoiledf .
~, .Again the fond heart’* torn.
Again; fro hi th 6 ahniof’affection,
A cherished one Is bone.- • ■ ■ • .
Thert'sjo'y amongth* attrfel*— ! *
Jbrre'emaaloip tholphere*,—
Another has Joined 1 their number—
She a whlto-robcd form appears]
Amtthere, Jn her bounty, , - ; r
She roam*, a spirit blest,* ' ,l
“ WUCBB THE TWEED CEASE POO* TROXTBUXO, - .<!
Tai WIAjUC ARE AT rest!” *«*
*The»o fine Unefr were received, and piblaid, manyhnontha
sinea The author will please accept this apology for their
non-eppcaranco. JEd.
©ommunUaiiona,
Letter from the West.
{The «uVjolnc*l letter la from a citizen*of this County, now
traveling in tho West A friend has handed It In for paid I
cati?ttMt°s®ttier w Hh several others ottho same aeries. The
muling will doubtless bo lolcrcaling to many our readers.]
Ed. Aol)
Dslab Wipe In my last letter Ibelieve
I closjed my narrative for the time-being at
Prairie Duchien, where 1 will again resume
it. We left this point about dark, and soon
after began to meet with floating ice, which
continued to grow thicker during the night as
we passed up the river, so as to seriously im
pede our progress—being able fo make only
about 2 miles per hour during ijie latter part
of the night. About 3 /clock in the morning
we again ran upon a Sand Bar, bill were soon
off and on our way up stream. This night
was mostly spent by a portion of the passen
gers in “ tripping the light fantastic toe,” and
by thp balance in looking on, as it was im
possible to sleep, for the ice making so, much
music in comming in collision with the boat.
The music consisted of a Violin and Harp—
the latter suspdsed to tie the veritable one
“ with a thousand strings“ for he played
on a Harp,” &c. About 8 o’clock A. M. we
arrived at Lacrosse and found it impossible to
proceed with ihe boat any farther on account
of the ice—the River beiqg entirely closed
above. We had paid our fare to Prescott,
($2O) but (he captain in the fulness of bis
generosity refunded $8 eaqh,, making us pay
only $l2 a piece for a ride of 161 miles. It
was h complete robbery, but we were compell
ed to. undergo the processor“ skinning”.wjth
as good a grace as possible, as this was but
the beginning of the end. We disembarked,
and ad tfl'e stages had hot commenced fun
ning! vyo, in company with two other gentle
men bound for Hudson, (making five itr mini
bef,/-‘hired a team tb take us’lb Sparta, 28
miles distant, (the county seat of Monroe Co.
Wis.) and the cheapest we could gel was
$l4. This we considered a continuation of
. 'WjLkinalng process.
vve founa the snow ,
deep, and good sleighing; but we could get
no sleigh and were obliged to ride in an open
wagon without springs, and foot it up and
down all the hills, which constituted full half
the whole distance. We passed up the
Lacrosse Valley, along the river by that
name. The country here is rolling Prairie,
very fertile, well watered and tolerable well
timbered wi'h Burr, White, and Black Oak.
This is by for the best country we have yet
seen for a residence. We arrived at Sparta
a little after dark, and pul up at (he ‘‘Munroe
House," where we had very good accomoda
tions, marred only by the odorofbad whisky,
the use of which, I find is the besetting sin of
VVest. Sparta is a last growing town, with
good prospect for -the future—the country
round it being good for agricultural purposes
for some distance. I noticed two new churches
in course of erection, wbicii do much credit to
the citizens.
The next morning (Saturday) we hired o
team and .sleigh to take us to Black River
Fulls, (the county seal of Jackson Co.) 30
miles from Sparta, for 810—or §2 a piece.—
We found the country through which we
journeyed for the first four or five miles, very
beautiful, but mostly unsettled. We then
came to a rough uneven coumry, pretty well
limbered, but the soil not very good, being
nothing but mountains ot sand. The country
continues to grow worse all the way to Black
River—the limber changing at Robinsons
Creek, 15 miles from Sparta, from Oak to
scrub Pilch Pine, While Birch and Black
Cherry. It looks worse than any “sec
tion of the east I ever saw. At Robinsons
creek we found n large sawmill and a good
stack of logs, but the timber was of a poor
quality. Wearrived at Black River Falls at
evening, croseed the river in a Ferry Boat
and pui up at the “Black River House,”
called for supper and when it was ready went
in to cal; but found the victuals so poor and
so dirty that, notwithstanding we hud had no
dinner, we could noteal. Left without mo
lesting anything, and went across the way to
another tavern which looked worse than the
first. Left this and went to another House
called the “ Shanghai.” Here, we again call
ed for supper, but upon silling down to the
table, discovered it was but little if any better
than the first; but we managed to eat enough
to sustain nature, and after looking about (own
a while concluded to leave, as it gave evi
dence of being the hardest town that any of
us had ever met with.
We found no stage leaving until Monday
forenoon, and-not then with any certainty,'
so we hired the team that ’ bronghv us from
Sparta to lake us-to Hudson. ■ ’ We paid him
s 4 per dby and bore all expenses. We star
ted about seven o’clock on Saturday evening
for a House on the Prairie, 10 miles distant,
without any knowledge of the road and coun
try, for we considered any place as prefera
ble to Black River Falls, even, jf it.wore a,
camp on i[te Prairie. . Spo’n,after we had
misfoi’uoe to upset oursleigh, but, were soon,
again on our way. ,VVa arrived at ijig, House,
spoken ofabeuliO o’clock P. M., pretty
hut all well. The owner -soon got y|> and
built a good, fire and took nana of ouF.teajm
and then gave uan very comiafiahla place> to
sleep for .the night,, and we werealf thankful
.that; wo had escapediiront'Black River Bulls,
i which- id quite a-large 4owtr situated on the
bank-of the Black -River,'-which is large
enough to raft lumber from this-place to (he
Mississippi, ...The country about js not niu.ch
of a farming region, (ml the is, chiefly
supported by the lumbering busiqqag, |K$ logs,
being cut in the Pineries some 35 miles above
-this place,-and run.down to this point to be
manufactured.-Tha town is noted all.through
this country for-its drunkenness .andiiowdv
ism and is called the.worst place (morally) in
Wisconsin; and I think not inaptly.
On the next morning (Sunday) we again
started on our journey through a rolling
Prairie country to Beefßiver station, 22 miles
distant, it being the next stopping place on
the route. We passed through the Trumbe
leau Valley and crossed -the stream by that
name, which is very small at this point, as is
also Bdef River where we crossed it. There
is some good land along each of these streams,
but between them there is not much worth
having, as there Is no timber on it, and the
land is not of the first quality. It snowed alj
this forenoon, but not jvery last, and from
this point to Hudson the snow averaged about
1 foot in depth.' Wo got dinner at Beef sia-'
lion, and then journeyed on till after dark,
when we found a House on the Prairie 13
miles from Beef River. It was a little bit of
a thing, one story high, and in it lived a
Dutchman, his wife, hired man and thirteen
children ! Here we'proposed tostfiy'all night,
for we could not find the road in the dark,
and this was the only house for a number of
miles each way ; so we crowded in—eight in
number—and we soon had an addition of
two mote benighted travellers like ourselves,
and of course they must stay also. We
could get no supper, but .made a bed on the
floor with our Buffalo Robes, and-as many as
could, laid down ; and after the floor was
filled, there were yet four left standing—my
self and Mr. Jones among the number. We
got a ladder and crawled up through a trap
door to the garret of this one story house;—
There was -not room to sit up and undress, so
we had to fie down to it, but we managed to
get a very good night’s rest, lathe morning
a question arose ns to how we were to gel
our pants on in such a tight place; but after
a season of consultation, Mr. Jones verified
me saying that “ necesily is the mother ofiii
vention,” for he conceived, tyid pul into exe
cution the expedient of dropping nis paftls
tltrogh Ihe trap door, and then dropping him
self into them. By this means we soon got
dressed and on our way. We could gel no
breakfast until we got (o Eau Clare, (pro
nounces signifies clear water,)
a distance ofl2 miles, where wo -c,.^
10 o'clock A. M. This morning we passed
through the most beautiful country wo have
yet seen., Eau Clare is the county seat of
Eau Clare Co., and is situated on the banks
of the-Chippewa River, iwojmiles below the
falls where there is a large lumbering estab
lishment andjsplendid water powers. The-logs
are run down the Chippewa from some 25
miles above this point, where the whole coun
try is said to be one extensive Pinery. {
think tho lumber is not as good quality as we
have in Pennsylvania.
Eau Clare is upon the whole a desirable
point—the Chippewa being navigable with
steamboats up to this point, and the surround
ing country wfing good for agricultural pur
poses. The town is but six months old, and
has two large taverns, a steam mill and sever
al stores, shops, dwellings, &c., and is des
tined no doubt to become a largo town in a
very few years. But as I lack room to write
more at presen', 1 will now close and resume
at this point in my next communication.
Yours affectionately
Superior, Doug. Co. Wis. ) C. V. E.
Dec. 20, '56. $
Economy op the Arts. —The horseshoe
nails dropped in'lhe streets, carefully collected,
reappear in the form of swords and guns.—
The clippings of linker's shops, mixed with
Ihe pairings of horses hoofs, or cast-off wool
en garments, appear afterwards in the form
of dyes of the brightest blue, in the dress of
courtly dames. The bones of dead animals
yield the chief constituents oflucifer matches
—phosphorus. The dregs of port wine,
carefully rejected by the poll wine drinker
in decanting bis lavorite beverage;- are taken
by him in the form ol'Seidlitz powders. The
washings of coal gds reappear carefully pre
served in the ladies’ smelling bofle as an
ammoniacnl salt.
Tijk Tmbee Piivsici,iss.— The celebra
ted French physician Dummoulin, on his
death-bed. when surrounded by the most dis
tinguished citizens of Paris, who regretted
the.loss which the profession would sustain
in his death, said : “ My friends, [ leave be
hind me three physicians much greater than
myself.” Being pressed to name them, each
of the doctors supposing himself to be one of
the throe, he answered, "Water, exercise nnd
Diet'"
—[Adversity exasperates fools, dejects cow-
out the faculties of (he wise and
ingenious, puts the modest to the necessity of
trying their skill, awes the opulent, and makes
the idle-industrious. Much may .be said in
favqr of adversity; but the worst of it ja it
has no friend.
Poetry.—lt is the gill of poetry to hallow
every -place in which itmoves; to breathe
rduhd nature an odormbreexquisite than the
perfume of the rose, and to shed over it a tint
more magic'al-than the blftStii of morning.
.TpiEAno Aiq.—'Time, li|re sir, is invisi
ble,.and o)U,st he estimated by ileuses uud ef-,
fee}?,
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-reica ifidrej a’ fire. Indeed, I Be- "
Ijevp ih'af^ stprfn is said to teatways
igoing on m some part of tlie sea/pp a poh-
larger or smaller, Is pfways raging
insomepaftof jhe narrow wooden Streets of
Stambout. .. ’ ‘
pwpfe Wave few public amusements,
and this is considered one of,the beat, if! may
judge by the demeanor of the crowds, whose
singular bearing Was to me more interesting
: ihah the spectacle I witnessed in common
with them. At first fknew not what it meant.
1 had observed that vast multitudes were mov
ing with what, for a TWk, is haste, towards
the court of one of their rposques, and sta
tioning themselves' ns sqpn as ihey reached iti.
ort the steps, balustrades, end every spot
whence a view was commanded.
Joining (he company, f discovered (lie
cause of their assembly in a whole street '
from which ihe smoke was rising, and from
which it was every moment expectsd that the
flames would burst. Nothing could exceed
alacrity of those wjto strug
gled for a place in (he balconies, or the placid
enjoyment of those who had attained one.
In expectation of the great. event, piles of
carpets, pillow's, and cushions had been al
ready brought from the neighboring houses,
and placed wherever room could be found.
On these comfortable seats the multitude had
established themselves—the men in one part,
sedately smoking!; the women in another,
now looking on, and now playing with (heir
children. In a moment refreshments of all
sorts were provided ; sweetmeats, confection
ary, and sherbet, by a number of rival pur
veyors, wjto advanced with 'unalarmed alac
rity, amid'the smoke and falling spars, plain
ly considering the scene of destruction a sort
of 11 Benefit,” got up for their especial behoof'
and unceremoniously elbowing to one side the
police', who rushed, with pails of water on
their heads, to the rescue of the bur'ning
houses.
In a few minutes more the flames burst
out wiih a loud crash, mountain high into the
heavens, and Hinging an exciting and pleas
urable heal into the face of the crowds, who,
without ever removing their pipes, (except to
drink,) gazing with silent but impassioned in
terest on a scene which, lothem, was npTmore
a matter of surprise (han a street (Irpachec
would be in Edinburgh, a “ Funziane” at
Rome, or Punchinello at Naples. Among
-1 the balm croWd- of‘ spectators were the pro
prietors of the burning houses, smoking like
their neighbors, and Well assured that their
loss had been deteVmined by Allah long be
fore the prophet was born. —De ' Verey
Sketches. '
The Two Roads. —lt was New Year's,
night. An aged man was standing at a win.
dow. Uow mournfully raised his eyes,
towards the deep blue shy, where the stars
floating like. Ii I lies on the surface of a< clear
calm lake. Then he cast them on the-earth,
where few more helpless beings than himself
were moving towards their inevitable goal—
the tomb. Already he had past sixty of the
singes which lead to if, and be had brought
from his journey nothing but errors and re*
morse. His health was destroyed, his mind
unfurnished, his.heart sorrowful, and his old
ago devoid of comfort.
The days of his youth rose up hi a vision
before him, and he recalled the solemn mo
ment when his father had placed him at lha-.
entrance of (wo roadsj one leading into a
peaceful, sunny land, covered with soft, sweet
songs ; while the other conducted the wan
derer into a deep, dark cave whence there
waa no-issue, where poison flowed instead of
water, and where the serpents 'hissed and
crawled.
He looked towards the sky, and cried out,
in his anguish :4-“ Oj youth, return! 0. my
farther, place me once more at the cross wav
of life, that.l-may choose the bettor road !”
But the days ol his youth had passed away,
and his parents were with the departed. He
saw wandering lights float over dark marshes
and then disapear. “ Such,’’ he said, “ were
the days of my wasted life!’’ He saw a star
shoot from heaven, and vanish in darkness
athwart the church-yard. “ Behold an em
blem of myself!” he exclaimed ; and tha
sharp arrows of unavailing remorse struck
him to (he heart.
Then ho remembered his early company
ions, who had cnleied life with him, but who,,
having irod ihe paths of virtue and industry,
were now happy and honored on this New
Year’s night. The clock in the high church
lower struck, and the sound falling on his ear
recalled the many tokens of the love ofhia
parents for him, their erring son ; the lessons
they had taught him ; the prayers they bad
offered up in his behalf. Overwhelmed with
shame and grief, he dared no longer look
towards that heaven whore they dwelt. His
darkened eyes dropped tears, and with one
desparing effort he cried aloud, “ Come back,
my early days! Come back!’’
And h's youth did return; for all this had
been But a dream, i visiting his slumbers on
New Year’s night. Ho was still
errors only were no dream. Ho tbalnk&l
God fervently that lime was still his own }
that he had not yet entered the deep, dark
cavern, but that he was free to tread the road
leading to the peaceful land where sunpy
harvests wave.
Ye who still live on Iho threshold of life,
doubling, which path to choose, remember
that when years' shall be passed, and you
will cry bitterly, but cry in vaitl, *' 0, youth,
return! ‘. 0, give me back iny early days!’’
-Etc AttK.
—Happiness is a perfume that one cannot
shed over another without a few drops fulling
on lu.-’s tplf,