Terms of publication# the TIOGA COUNTY AGITATOR is pub. .Jed every Thursday Morning, and mailed to sub bribers at the very reasonable price of Ora Dot-, S annum. invariably inadvancc. il .s.ntend- Jd to notify every subscriber when Ihc lerm for Which he has paid shall have expired, by the stamp —“Time Out,” on the margin of the last paper. The paper will then be slopped until a further re miltance be received. By this arrangement no man can be brought in debt to the printer. Tnx Agitato* is the Official Paper of the Corn ty, with a large and steadily increasing circulation ,'aching into nearly every neighborhood in the County. It is seat free of pottage to any Post office bin the count/ limits, and to Ihose living within “limits, but whose mostconvenient postoffice may • aan adjoining County. juainess Cards, not exceeding 5 lines, paper in cluded, $4 per year. GOD HELP THE POOR. Darkly the Winter day. Dawns on the moor; How can the heart be gay, . Who can endure; See the sad, weary wight, Wanders from noon to Shelterless, homeless quite! God help the poor! Now the red robin here, Sits on the till; Not e’en a grain of bere Touches its bill. So with Uie houseless poor, WandVlng from door to door, Seeking a morsel more! Lord, ’tis Thy will! White is the virgin snow, Bitter the morn; Sec those starved children go, Wretched, forlorn I Feet without shoes or hose. Backs without warm clothes, Strangers to calm repose— Why were the born? See that lone, aged man, Snow white his hair; Mark his sad visage wan, Deep his despair, Craving the rich man's food, Owner of many a rood, Lord, thou art always good; Hear bis hearUprayer 1 Yonder a woman goes, Ragged and old, Barefooted o’er the snow, Famished and cold; How her poor children cling To her side, shivering, Chickens beneath her wing Doth she enfold! Fast falls the sleet and rain, Slowly they go, By forest side, sheltered plain, Wailing their woe; City street they see. Here they roam wild and free, Canst thou say “no?” Night spreads her sable wing, Where can they lie ? Sorrows like theirs must bring Tears to the eye ; Full the cloud torrent falls, Down they must lie in halls, Each to his maker caffs. “Lord! let me die !” Yc whom heaven bless, Give from your store; \ ’Twill ne’er make your treasures less,' Must make them more; For lie that gives cheerfully, God fores so tenderly ; Give to them—pray with me, God.help the poor! Standing up with the Schoolmaster. BY II EX BY L. BOSTWXCE. “Schoolmaster—Lizzie Wayne laughed out loud I” cried a bis boy from the corner I? the schoolroom. The teacher, a handsome young man of twenty-two looked around in amazement. “Is that true, Elizabeth; he inquired taking a'few steps toward a little girl in one of the back seals, who sat with crimsoned cheeks, and downcast eyes, the very image of shame and terror. There was no need to repeat the question. “What? You, Lizzie! one of my best girls! lam very sorry.” And in truth he was deeply sympathising with the child ; for Liz zie Wayne had been an especial favorite, and never before bad be had occasion to punish or reprove her. A serious look of his large brown eyes, when he read in the child’s coun tenance that her thoughts were more on “fun than study” was the only check he had as yet found necessary in Lizzie’s case : though we are speaking of a district school twenty years ago, when, as maay of us know, school discipline was quite another thing from what it is at present. Then, 100, Lizzie, was so docile, so smiling, so apt to learn, and repaid his exertions for her improvement so abundantly, that it was impossible to help feeling more than common degree of interest in her. If a difficult test question was propounded, or a puzzling sum to be wrought on the blackboard Lizzie’s black eyes never failed to sparkle, and her little hand to raise, inloken of her readiness lo answer. Though not yet thirteen, she had distanced nearly all the older scholars, and occupied the highest place in her classes. And now she was in disgrace—poor little Lizzie ! The school was large, and not a few of the pupils, pan icularly among the older boys, disposed 10 insubordinate, and even open dis obedience. In fact the teacher of the previ ous winter had actually been conquered and expelled from the house by them. In view of this Mr. Clinton bad deemed it necessary to adopt stringent rules, and adhere to them. He had got on exceedingly .well through the first hall of the term; but of late, symp toms of rebellion had manifested themselves, which induced,him, among other new regu lations, to give notice that any scholar guilty of laughing aloud in school hours, should be' punished by standing on the door by the teacher’s side. Lizzie, though not the first, was the oldest girl who had incurred the pen ally, and this added to the fact that she had never in her life received correction in school, made her mortification and grief painful (o witness. Mr. Clinton, however, suspected what she did not—that n was jealousy of her hioh standing m his esteem, that had led «ome°of he larger boys to waich her conduct, and accused TT , He knew lhat ** was S? S 7 choo ' P a , r , ance - °f "showing par would be \ > yne ’ and that it punisoowto rd J Dg h ' 3 aulhoril y over his So it was with"! r e ?•“ exc r e P tion in her favor, he entered i, 8 fee ID S real concern that beth db r , scal and sai d gently : Eliza cepiionable^nd 11 ! 1 1)6611 h,therto unex ’ 4 r V ■ 030 001 fael P thinking this submit willinM* de . Dl ; neverl belesa yon will, ' Wlllln 2'y to the penalty, as a good THE to the Extension of the of Jpmhow anir tbe SptraO of f&eaXtbg itefosm. WHILE THEBE SHALL BE A WBONO UNSIGHTED, AND UNTIL “MAN’S INHUMANITY TO MAN” SHALL CEASE, AGITATION MUST CONTINUE. VOL. IV. giri lor the sake of order and discipline in the school.” Lizzie did not speak; but the pitying teacher could see that she trembled in every limb, and that prespiration had started in large drops on her forehead. “If I remit the penalty for you Lizzie, I roust for an other, and then there would be an end of school government. Do you not perceive that I” “Yes, sir !’’ whispered Lizzie. “Come, then, and show before the school that you love law and order well enough to submit quietly to a just and necessary regu lation, however unintentional, your offence may have been.” Still Lizzie did not move. To stand in the middle of that great room, with forty-five pairs of curious eyes bent scrutinizingly, some, lam sorry to say triumphantly upon her 1 It was more than her sensitive nature could stand unappalled. Mr. Clinton saw that it was not obstinacy, but unconquerable Tear and diffidence that prevented her from obeying; and righly judging that her embarrassment would in crease with continued suspense, he took her arm and whispering, “Come, my child; lime presses;” led her gently from her seat. Poor Lizzie rose and with a feeling as if she were being whirled over the falls of Ni agara, followed him on the floor. Mr. Clinton did not conduct her to the centre of the room, but left her standing a few feet from her own desk, and facing it, while he went on with the recitations; and in fifteen minutes permitted her to return to her seat. But for more than an hour Lizzie’s tear swollen cheek was rested sadly cm her desk ; and not for the whole day did her bright face fling out its wonted sunshine. Very soberly she pul on her bonnet and cloak at the hour of dismissal, and scarcely raised her eyes, as in accordance with usual custom, bade the teacher good evening. “I hope she has not conceived a dislike for me, and repugnance to the school, from this unfortunate affair; said Clinton, as he locked the school-room door, and looked after the interesting culprit, now slowly mounting the'steps of her father’s house. “So obedient as she has always been, and so sweet tem pered. I would rather it had been any other girl in the school.”- Next day, though Lizzie looked a little shy at first, a few kind words and tokens of confidence from her teacher, set all right be tween them ; and the engaging little maiden kept her place as Mr. Clinton’s best scholar lor the remaiader of the winter and even on the dreaded examination day.” otx~ years an ei ~„ r j i , one c [ cor starry evening” m winter, a tai s v , y r „,,,,na people, with not a lew elderly ones inter spersed, were assembled about a bright fire in Mr. Wayne’s commodious parlor. A min ister is there, ionking, however, at this lime, anything but solemn ; but the cynosure of all eyes in our friend Lizzie, who, more beautiful than even her childhood promised, and most charmingly dressed, withal, is standing at one end of the room, leaning con fidently upon the arm of a gentleman, who ever and anon looks down into her beaming eyes with a proud and lender smile. It was Lizzie’s wedding night. Already the few weighty sentences have been spoken, and now while she stands there, waiting to receive the congratulations of her friends, the bride-groom suddenly bends down, and whispers in her ear : •‘Do you know darling, that you have just now, of your own accord,and with apparent willingness, assumed a position which you once occupied, though not without great re luctance, and if I remember rightly some little constraint ?” “No !” answered the bride, looking up in perplexity, “what position do you mean pray ?” “ Standing vp with the School-master!” he replied, gaily, just as a merry troop of beaux and belles came up “to kiss the bride.” One rogueish hoyden, who remembered the circumstance well, had caught his words, and now increased Lizzie’s confusion by ex claiming: “Oh, my dear Mrs. Clinton I Have you been laughing in school again t Take care— lake care ! Its a dreadfully mortifying thing to stand on the floor with the schoolmaster !’’ — Arthur's Home Magazine, Scene is a Justice’s Court.—The Hart ford Times says the following story is strictly true, and we see no reason to doubt it: “Pat Malone, you are fined five dollars for assault and battery of Mike Sweeny.” ‘‘l’ve the money in my. pocket, and I’ll pay this fine if your honor will give me a re sale.” “We give no receipts hero. We just lake the money. You’ll not be called upon a sec ond lime for your fine,” “But, your honor, I’ll not be wanting to pay the same without I gel a resale.” “What do you want to do with ill” “If your honor will write one and give it to me, I’ll tell you." “Well, there is your receipt. Now, what do you want to do with it?" “I’ll 101 l your honor.. You see, one of these days I'll bemfler-dying,-and when I get to the gale of heaven' I’ll rap, and Si Peter will say, “Who’s there.? and I’ll say, It’s me, Pat Malone,” and.he’ll say. What do you want ? and I’ll say. I want to come in ; then he’ll say, ‘Did you behave yourself like a da cent boy in the other world, and pay all your linlo fines and sich things V and I’ll say, ‘Yes, your holiness, I paid all of them,’ and then he’ll want to see the resales, and I’ll put my hand into my pocket and take out my resate, and give it to him, and I'll not have to go to a bad place to find your honor to get one." WELLSBORO, TIOGA COUNTY, PA-., THURSDAY MORNING. JULY 80, 1857. One day last winter, a little boy from the south was taking his first lesson in the art of “sliding down hill, - ” when ha suddenly found bis feet in rather too close contact with a lady’s rich silk dress. Surprised, mortified and contused, he sprang from his sled, and, cap in hand, commenced an earnest apology : “I beg your pardon, ma’am S I am very sorry.” “Never mind,” exclaimed ihs lady “there is no great harm done, and you feel worse about it than I do.” “Bui, dear madam,” said the boy, as bis eyes filled with tears, “your dress is ruined. I thought that you would be angry with me for being so careless.” “O, no,” replied the lady ; “better have a dress soiled than a ruffled temper.” “O, isn't she a beauty,” exclaimed the lad, as the lady.passed on. “Who, that lady Y' returned his comrade; “if you call her a beauty, you shan’t choose for me. Why, she is more than thirty years old, and her face is yellow and wrinkled.” “1 don’t care if her face is wrinkled,” re plied the little hero, “her soul is handsome, anyhow.” A shout of laughter followed, from which he was glad to escape. Relating the incident to his mother be remarked ; “O, mother, that lady did me good. I shall never forget it; and when tam tempted to indulge my angry passions, I will think of what she said —“better have a soiled dress than\ a ruffled temper,'’ THE CONTRAST, A company of boys were playing ball upon the common, while a would-be beautiful lady clad in a beautiful plaid silk, was suc cessfully performing the office of street sweeper. A liny linle fellow, in full pursuit of his ball, made a mis-step, and .inadver tently stumbled upon the trailing skirl.— Frightened at the sound of ripping stitches, he sprang to his feet, and with a burning cheek began to say he was very sorry. But the half-uttered apology was arrested by the angry exclamation): “You little scamp, what did you do that for? Now just see ray dres? ain’t you ashamed of yourself?” “No,” replied the boy, “I ain’t ashamed ; I am glad of it.” “You are a naughty boy !” said the woman with a stern look. “Do you know where wicked boys go when they die ?” “Yes, and wicked ladies, too,” was the careless reply. Meeting an older boy who had witnessed the whole scene, he was asked if he was really glad that he had torn the TSItV'S ItlfiiS . I “No,” he replied, ."1 wits sorry at trrsr, but I wouldn’t tell her so, after she flamed up in that way. I tell you, Bill, 1 feel as though I’d like to do it again, just to see her eyes syap.” Alas ! the angry spirit had done its work, and who can calculate the result ? Twas but the intercourse of a moment, yet upon that moment’s intercourse may hang the des tiny of an immortal soul. A Stubbornness. — On the Rending turfipike, just this side of the St. George’s Brewery, within the corporate limits, there is a very bad spot in the road.— For some distance there is just room enough for a wagon to pass over. Go either side of that, and you plunge into holes. About six o’clock, a*few evenings since, a stone-wagon and a buggy, going in opposite directions, met in this part of the road. “Turn off,” said the owner of the buggy. “I won’t do it,” replied the stone hauler. “My wagon is heavily loaded, and if I was to get the vehicle into those holes 1 could never get it out.” “Your wagon is stout, and can stand the rubs,” said the man in the buggy. “Drive out of the way, and let me pass.” “1 won’t do it,” responded the teamster. — “I shall wait until you go by.” “So shall Ij” said the man in the buggy. The dispute by this lime had arrested quite a crowd, who were much amused at the stub bornness of the two. The teamster was in vited to a beer house to take a drink, and ac cepted the invitation ; the owner of the buggy was befriended with a newspaper, and throw ing himself back, endeavored to beguile away the hours ns pleasantly as possible. Both declared their determination not to drive off the smooth part of the road. Seven o’clock came and both vehicles were still there. The teamster had drank several glasses of beer, nod the occupant of the bug gy had devoured the contents of two or three newspapers. Eight o’clock came, and they were in the same position, as stubborn as ev er. The teamster, however, grew impatient ; his horses were tired and hungry, yet he did not wish to knock under. At last a lucky thought struck. He proceeded to the road, unhitched his horses, and rode home, leaving his wagon in the road. The owner of the bumry was completely oul-generaled ; he had to give way, or remain in the road all night. Giving the teamster a good hearty curse, he drove°his buggy over the hazardous part of the road and started homeward, a very mad ' individual.—Ctn. Commercial. Oue Drinks. —There are in the United Slates 1517 distilleries, in which 5240 per sons are employed ; a capital of $8,507,074 is invested. They consume yearly 11,367.- 761 .bushels of cprn, 3,787,070 bushels of barley, 2,143,027 bushels of rye, and 57,440 hogsheads of molasses. They manufacture 42,461,926 gallons of ale, 41,304 gallons of whiskey and high nines, and 6,500,000 gal lons of rum—'being about four gallons of liquor lo every man, woman and child in the CDUntry, ■ AGITATOR. The Handsome Soul. A Home without a Daughter. “A home without a girl in it is only half blest; is an orchard without blossom, and a spring without song. A house full of sons is like Lebanon with its cedars, but daugh ters by the fire side, are like the roses in Sharon.” - , Well may the daughter of the household be compared to the apple-blossoms, spring songs and the roses of Sharon. When she is there, the eye and ear of those who Jove her are satisfied ; when she departs, she car ries with her the golden treasures that she was wont Jo dispense. "Boys may not lack affection, but they may lack tenderness. They may not be wanting in inclination to contribute their quota to the Paradise of Home, but they may be wanting in the ability to carry out their inclination. The son of a household is like a young and vigorous sapling—the daughter is like a fra gile vinej Their natures are different—their constitutions, temperament, tastes, habits are different. We may not love Ceesar less if we love Rome more. We know a home which once rejoiced in the sonny smiles and tho musical accents of an only daughter. She was a lovely child— womanly beyond her years. “Full of gentleness, of calmest hope. Of sweet and quiet joy I” The child never breathed who evinced a more affectionate reverence, or a more reve rential affection for her parents than did she. Instead of waiting for their commands she anticipated them—instead of lingering until they made known their wishes she studied their wishes out. "Morning broke not in that household until she awoke—the night was not dark until her eyes were closed. How they loved her I did her father and mother; and of how many blessed pictures of the fu ture was she the subject. “It is a fearful thing that Love and Death dwell in the same world,” says Mrs. Hemans. “Fearful 1” It is maddening—it is a truth that is linked with despair. like a thief in the night, there came a messenger from Heaven for the child —saying that the Lord had need of her.— She meekly bowed her head—breathed out her little life—and at midnight, “went forth to meet the bridegroom.” The last minute of the last hour of the day of the momh was hallowed by her death. She went and came back no more! Years have worn away sincelhen but stilt there is agony in the household whore sun went down when she departed. The family circle is incomplete—there is no daughter there ! The form that once was hers reposes amid Bie congenial charms of nature and art; it is because it is kept wet with tears. Of truth, “A homo without a girl in it is only half blestit is an orchard without blossoms and a spring without song. A house full of sons is like Lebanon with its cedars, but daughters by the fireside, are like roses in Sharon. —Syracuse Journal. Gradual Conversion.— A colored preach er at >he South was having a revival—a "powerful time,” —and got all the negroes in the vicinity inlo a serious mood. Only one held out, Coon- Squash, a notoriously hard case in bolh head and heart for he had been known to “butt” a hole in a lime kiln, and had the heart to eat rattlesnakes. Ho attend ed service, however, with great reguiaiity, but could not be brought to his knees. One night the preacher determined to “fetch him down,” and Ivent at it in a powerful prayer. He first told how sinful Coon was in shutting up the bars of his heart to keep lluTSpirit out, and holding his head up as stiff as a sugar house slack. Old Coon began to think he was a hard case, and so resolved to unbend a little and lean his head forward on his hand. Then the preacher took hope and waxed warmer, telling Coon that one bar being down, to let down another and see how he would feel. To this Coon, assented, and placed his face in his hands and shut himself up like a jack-knife. Then the preacher came down in his grandest swoop, and cried "now, Coon, de bottom bar I” Down went Coon upon bis knees, and up went such a shout from the preacher and his people as convinced outsid ers that the bars were all down, and that Coon was vanquished. An old woman who had lived near ihe fron tier during the last war with Great Britain, and possessed a marvelous propensity to learn the news,’Used frequently to make inquiries of the soldiers. On one occasion she called to one of those defenders of our rights whom she had frequently saluted before— “ What’s the news!” “Why, good woman,” said he, “ihe Indi ans have fixed a crow bar under Lake Erie, and are coin" to turn it over and drown ihe world !’’ “Oh, mercy, what shall I do V and away she ran to tell her neighbors of the danger, and inquired of the minister how such a ca lamity might he averted. “Why," said he, “you need not be alarmed —we have our Maker’s promise that he will not again destroy the woild by water." “1 know that,” returned the old ladv hasti ly. “He has nothing to do with it, it’s them plagued Indians." Two weavers, working in one shop in the village of Houston, were conversing one day on authorship, when one of them observed lhattha;man Finis was a great author; he had seen that writer's name attached to a great many books. “You must be a stupid blockhead,” replied the other, “that man Finis is the printer." On the heels of folly treadeth shame; at the back of anger standelh remorse. ©omseonJmut. Hudson, Wis. June 24th, 1857, Friend Cobb : But to resume: We did not tarry long in this place .but hastened on through a heavy timbered ’country towards the head of the Rapids, until we reached tho mouth of Rock Creak, where, as it! was near night, we determined to camp. - We accord ingly selected an eligible site and after build ing our camp fire spread ou'r musketo barrs and resigned ourselves (not to the arms of Morpheus) but to the ceaseless tprlures of untold thousands of half famished musketoes, whose incessant hum “made night hideous.” I had read of musketoes, heard of musketoes, and seen and felt musketoes, , but i all oT the musketoes I had ever read of, heard of, seen or felt would make but a drop in the bucket with which we were deluged. Pojssibly this picture is overdrawn, I will not assert that it is not, for I doubt the correctness of any mao’s conclusions while exposed as I was to the phlebotomizing propensities of these blood thirsty insects. At early dawn inj the morn ing we were again pursuing our Way up the river, and in a short lime reached the head of the rapids. Here it suited our purpose to change our hitherto northerly course for one in an eastern direction, and after traveling some three or four miles through heavy lim bered land of an uneven surface we come to the head waters of the. Rock creek before mentioned. We found here a fine cranberry marsh and also several fine pieces ( bf meadow land, but the soil generally was ncil of a good .quality. At this point we again changed our course of march to the south weit and after a hard days travel through Brush Prairie (mostly prickly ash) and oak openings, we again found ourselves at the village of Tay lor’s Falls. We look-lodgings all the “Chis sago House,” a fine commodious building, where the gentlemanly proprietor Mr. Webb) soon gave us all the comforts of aj well regu lated Hotel. I Having now extended 1 our journey as far as we had intended, we next mrtrning look passage on board the ‘,‘H. S. Allen” bound for Stillwater, where we arrived the same af ternoon, and at evening were again in Hud son from whence we had started, The trip down the river from the Falls was a delight ful one—fine weather, a fine hoatland gentle manly officered, add to this a river running, through a beautiful country and you have the picture. . Seven miles below the Falls we landed at the village of Osceola the county seat of Polk County, Wisconsin, which has back of it a fine agricultural country, well watered and limbered, and ori the river boundary fine facilities for the manufacture ..A.-,. IL-IL --p-i-t itmlii, it'll ,'iitpi- ma of the lumbering business carriet| on on this stream. On either side we saw an almost endless chain of saw logs, logs in rafts, togs in “booms,” and “logs scattered around loose” in all (it is estimated) enough to make when manufactured, two hundred and fifty million feet of boards; and this ( is but the work of the past winter’s logging. __ The weather here is now fine and the vege table world bids fair to make ample amends for lost lime. We have had a gteal deal of rain for a few weeks past which has swollen the streams and in some instances done con siderable damage ; but the dark clouds have passed away, and the cheerful rays of old Sol are now reflected from the thousand floral beauties that peep their heads above the soft green coaling of the broad and fertile prairie, presenting to the lover of Nature ’ “A wilderness of sweets; for Nature hare Wantoned os in her prime, and play’djat will Her virgin fancies, pouring forth more sweet, Wild above rule or art, enormous bliss.” There is not much general mjws hero that would be of interest to jour readers. The election for delegates to the Constitutional| Convention in Minesota has resulted in favor of th§ Republicans by (it is said) a good working majority, at least litis [is the report received from St Paul to day. j Business of all kinds continues active, yet the threatehing aspect of financial matters in the east has caused our prudent! men to keep aloof from all fancy speculations. The Land Office here is still closed against entry, but much wild land is changing hands amang private parties. But I must close.— Next week I expect to cross the country to the Chippewa River, thence down that valley to the Mississippi and thence lojHudson after which vou may bear from me again. Yours truly! C . V. E. A Youno Man’s Character. —No young man who has a just sense of his own value, will sport with his character, j A watchful regard to his character in earty|youlh, will be of inconceivable value to him in all remain ing years of his life. When tempted to de viate from strict propriety of deportment, he should ask himself, “Can I afford this?" It is of elevated mind ; for this is the founda tion of a good character. Thejmind, in order to he .kept pure, must be employed in topics of thought which are themselves lovely, chastened and elevating. Thus the mind has, in i's own powet, the theipes of medita. lion. If youth only knew how durable and how dismal is the injury produced by the in. diligence of degrading thought^—if they only realize how frightful are the moral d?jwavi. lies which a cherished habit of jloose imagina tion produces—they would shun them as the bile of a serpent. j Not long since, a youth older in wit than years after being catechised 'concerning the power of Nature, replied : ! “Ma, I think there’s one thing Nature can’t do." i “.What is it J” eagerly inquired the mother. “She oan’t make Bill Jones’ mouth any bigger without setting his, ears| back.” Bates of Adrertisiny. Advertisements will bo charged 91 per sqnars of tburteea lines, for one, or Ifaree insertions, and 22 cenU for every subsequent insertion. All advertise ments of less than fourteen lines considered as a squaie. The following rales will be charged for Quarterly, Half-Yearly and Yearly advertising;— 4 3 months. 6 months. 12 mo’s 1 Square, (14 lines,) - 82 50 94 50 $6 00 2 Squares,- .... 400 600 800 J column, - - . . 10 00, 15 00 20 00 1 column,- . ■ . -18 00 30 00 40 00 1 * ■ ! All advertisements not having the number of in. sertion» marked upon them, will be kept in until or. deted out, and charged accordingly. Posters, Handbills, B;ll,and Letter Heads,and all kinds of Jobbing done in country establishments, executed neatly and promptly. Justices’, Consta. bles* and other BLANKS, constantly on hand and printed to order. NO. I. Svmpathv of Biros. —Lord Brougham, in a work entitled “Subjects of. Science,” pub lished in London, in 183 S, relates the follow ing remarkable instance of instinct and sym pathy which he once witnessed among tho feathery tribe: “A swallow had slipped its foot into the noose of a cord attached to a spout on one. of his outhouses, and, by endeavoring to es cape, had drawn the knot light. Its strength being exhausted in vain attempt to By, it ut lerred piteous cries, which assembled a vast flock of other swallows. They fluttered over their unfortunate companion for a few minutes in evident consultation, and then one of them darted at the string'and struck it with his beak as he flew past. The other* followed in quick succession, doing the same; and thus they continued to strike at the eatna part for half an hour, when finally the string gave way and their companion was sea at liberty. They all continued flocking and hovering until night, only, instead of the tu mult and agitation in which they had been at their first assembling, they were chattering gleefully over their success.” The National Intelligencer gives another beautiful instance of the same characjof': “A gentleman observed, in a thicket of bushes near his dwelling, a collection of brown thrushes, who for several days attract, ed his attention by their loud cries and strange movements. At lost they were so much ex cited that he determined to see if he could as. certain the cause of the flutter among them. On examining the bushes, he found a female thrush whose wing was caught in a limb in such a way that she could not escape. Near by was the nest, containing several baif-grown birds. On retiring a little distance, a com pany of thrushes appeared with worms and other insects in their mouths, whicblheygave first to the ’mother and., then to her young, cheering‘j.lhem in. their, labor of love with a song of glalitude. After watching the inter esting scene, until curiosity was satisfied, the gentleman relieved the poor bird, when she flew Jo her nest with a. grateful song to her deliverer, and her charitable neighbors dis nersed to their abodes. Mosey. —Money is a queer institution. It buys provender, satisfies justice, and heals wounded honor. ' Everything resolves itself into cash, from stock jobbing to building churches. Childhood craves pennies; youth, aspires to dimes; manhood is swayed by the mighty dollar. The blacksmith swings the sledge, the lawyer pleads for his client and the judge decides tfife question of life and death for bis salary. Money makes the man ; therefore the man must make the money, if ho be respected by fools; fur the eye of the cornices and rich furniture, and builds marble mansions. It drives us to church in splendid equipages and pays the rent of the best pew. It buys silks and jewelry for my lady—it commands the respect of gaping crowds and insures obsequious attention. It enables us to be charitable, to send bibles to the heathen, and relieve domestic indigence. It gilds the rugged scenes of life and spreads over the rugged path of existence a velvet carpel soft to our tread ; the rude scenes of turmoil are encased in a gilt frame. It bids care vanish, soothes the anguish of the bed of sickness, stops al short of nothing save the grim de stroyer, whoso relentless hand spares none, .but levels all rank and mortal distinction, and leaches poor, weak humanity,'that it is but dust. Thus wealth pauses oh the brink of eternity; the beggar and the nitllionaire rest side by side beneath the sod, iQ rise in equal ity to answer the fieal summons. Carr vrrrc out tub Idea. —The Marshal Castellan look a fancy not long a very hot day, to have a representation of a battle on a 'plain near the city of Lyons.— While the firing was at its height, Ife per. ceived a couple of grenadiers, nho, tired out with exercise and the heal, had betaken them selves to a shady spot, and were comfortably stretched on the grass. The Marshal put h-s horse to his speed, and galloped slraigh' to the delinquents. “Rascals I” he exclaimed, “what are you doing here, while your com rades are fighting, you are lying here asleep ! what means this neglect of duly 1” “Pardon—Marshal I” replied one of the soldiers ; “we are personating the dead bod ies r The Marshal laughed, ? and turning h’s horse, galloped away. The N. Y. Jhirror has the following sug gestive paragraph, in an article on laige hoops: Bui, ladies, a whisper in your private ear. are you aware that here in New York, tire broader the skirt the narrower rhe line be tween .the saint and cyprian, and that thn women whcr wear the largest “habits” are generally the loosest in them 1 Fact. Old Roger was visiting a friend who had □ remarkably fine little girl, aboullhree years old, famous for smart sayings. As usual, she was shown off before our esteemed friend. “What is papal" said the parent in order to draw out the precocious reply. “Papa's a humbug, 1 ’ said the juvenile. “I declare,” said Old Roger, “1 never in my life saw so young a child with so mature a judgment." In a back town in Upper Canada, a mag. istrate who kept tavern sold liquor to the people till they got drunk andTfought in bis house. He then issued a warrant, apprehen ded them, and tried them on the spot; and besides fining them, made them treat each other to make up the quarrels ; The love of society is natural, but the choice of our company is a m.'jter virtue, and prudence. '
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