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SULTRY SUMMER EVE.
BY JOHN MC’IXTOSH.
stretched, listless, in the evening sun,
k The cat pars half asleep,
ffhile o'er her glossy silken coat,
Xhe shadows slowly creep'.
Xbe vines hang drowsy on the heights;
Ihe "rain nods on the lea;
tnd. roving upon lazy wing,
‘ Skims by, the droning bee.
O’er-banging me, a rosebush swings,
A rosebush rich in bloom ;
The lounging zephyrs loiter round.
Amid the rich perfume.
Behind the trellis, gentfe Jes,
My wife, her needle plies,
A-watching as she does, the while,
Our baby’s slumbering eyes.
“Who, rosy, fat, luxurious rogue,
In milky dreams lies blest;
Just mark his pouting restless lips,
jC rotedud in vnreei-
Jev never looked £0 sweet before
God bless thee, gentle Jen ;
i «it here by my cottage door,
The happiest of men.
Toiranda, pa. June 1859.
MY RUNAWAY MATCH.
That I xvas in lore was a fact that did not
jdmit of a shadow of doubt. I deported my
ielf like a person in lore; I talked like a per
cuin lore: I looked and felt like a person in
jjie* The affection that had
{f oy youthful heart was no every day one. 17
{was sure of that. There were not words
oough in the English language to describe the
eighth, depth, length and breadth of its gran
ts, It was destined to he a grand accompa
jifljnt of the ages yet to be; a fixed principle
truaghout eternity; a planet of surprising
lewityin the broad heavens of home affection.
Hrlpve was returned—the strong yearning of
year old heart went out into the
ejection of the most beautiful maiden iu all
—shire, who, in return, sent the yearning of
hr heart to meet mine. Twice a week, as often
i« the week came round, I went up to the old
'am house of Dr. Stoddard to tell his dangh
ju my love, and as regularly listened to a re
els! of its return from the red lips of my
iirmbg Janet. The good doctor made merry
it our expense, and his jolly wife took a wicked
pismire in constantly reminding us of our
truth. Janet was tortured by sly references
d her play-house in the shed, her long sleeved
pnaforcs and pantalettes of six months before ;
fhiie I was offered an old coat of the doctor’s
fcrmy mother to make into a dressing gown
hr me.
TVe were, nevertheless, determined tube mar
ried. We would steal slyly away from-the
buse while our cruel friends -reposed in the
ems of Morpheus; hie us, on “the wings of
eve,” to the neatest city ; Janet would become,
ma moment’s time, Mrs. Jason Brown.
At once we set about making preparations
1: tills important journey. Everything, of
snrse, must be conducted with the greatest se
lecy. At twelve o’clock I was to leave my
bine stealthily, get my father’s grey nag noise
iselj out of the barn and harness her, and then
treceed to Janet’s. Janet was to be waiting
.'rise at her chamber window. I was to place
ladder at the same window ; she was to de
nndthat ladder: we were to fly down to the,
rad through the old lane, to the the spot where
t: horse was fastened, and the wind should
t:I outrun ug.
There was but one difficulty in the way.—
fee room ws3 shared by her sister Fanny,
ihuie, mischievous, wicked creatuure of eleven
who to use Janet's words, “was av|ake
ttli hours of the night.” There was but hue
r d • if Fanny was aroused, she must be bribed
-to silence. For that purpose I placed in Ja-
Es 1-vnd a round shining dollar. But Janet
i assistance, so she concluded to make
!:;E J her confident the very afternoon before
started, and in that case prevent all possi
•-"1 of raising the house by a sudden outcry.
, " : 'l, the long looked for, hoped for, and yet
CKded night arrived at last. How slowly its
feet carried away the hours, and what
htrange load of heartfelt emotions I bore up,
t'lsat by my chamber window looking out,
thought fur the last time, upon the home
-father. The moon was out in all her
■h-nilor ; she was kind to me, lighting up with
81 Ter tor ches all the spots my eyes might
to rest upon before I went out into the
1 a waiiehtT-r. The broad fields lay, out
„—di ar d 'lnning before my gaze; the field
'J'''* 1 Uttd worked by my father’s side
bt j V ' aS a koj— a *t! dear, kind father
g 1 been! (At this juncture my throat
AjJ 3 s well.) 1 turned away from the wip-
j.;,- see tny mother once more I” I
rubbing my eyes with my coat
n'.'j’ „ ' om - ever had a better mother than
01Tn ' n a c * ia ' lr s °l>bed outright, 1
■j." aroun 'l for something to take with me
i;.'.° -V , r IEOt '*’ er ' 8 hand had blessed with her
t*a , lere was a spinning wheel in the
k * B ' e l”‘ ’ an< * at *he end of the
hj’tai a "’°oden roll. With my knife I
torc P resse< i *t for really to my
!'«t■ placed it tenderly in my vest
dvjTj' J a 'l n °t time to do more; the old
St ir*,'' Je warned me solemnly that
l,j. ' lnte <l time had arrived; and with a
0;,.f ’ l'; : noiseless step left the house,
isj 0^ ut . ia 'ho open air, my wonted light
>,;■ a s P ,r ds returned. I consoled myself
lau ght that in a few years X should
ts« i( j a ° a ‘ n ’ a strong, healthy, wealthy, re
ni‘nauentiai man, an honor to my
Jan t l ° rien< * B an( * t * lo us ‘
1 ,r.
Jettin en Ton< lered since, how I succeeded
tr, „- 5 iV!i y ftora home with my horse and
K ou i'J, ut aro “sing any one. But as good
*6l , Woa W have it, I made a triumphant
*** lurin' 6 r l’' ace ' an d in a few moments
? ea riessly along towards the home
’ft* p‘ - v . on ly dread was of the little
H vhn;. / ’ lf ’ a ft«r all, she should betray
*T°nld u ’ < *' refu '’ desperate mischief
V*#! vonW , , at a wretched predicament
rVI; Vet T ln! 1 B roane<i alond at the
' itriit! . l? Ht a brave face upon the mat
-111 ‘1 wa s right that we should
THE AGITATOR
aifrotefr tt» tlje SS*tett»Um of tfce Sttea of JFmJxow apß tfte SjjtraO of »efo*m.
WHILE THERE SHALL BE A WRONG UNRIGHTED, AND UNTIL "MAN’S INHUMANITY TO MAN" SHALL CEASE, AGITATION MUST CONTINUE,
VOL. V.
go, we should go; if it .wasn’t right, in all
probability we should stay at home ; yet right
or not right, if that miserable httle Pan did
betray us, I’d spend all my days in avenging
the wrong, that was certain. Was lin earnest ?
Did I mean it ? But we shall see.
How earnestly and anxously I gazed towards
the chamber window of Janet, as, after fasten
ing my horse by the roadside, I walked cau
tiously up the long lane that led to the doctor’s
house. 0.! joy inexpressible! the waving of
a white handkerchief in the moonlight told ine
that everything was right, that in a few mo
ments 1 should clasp Janet fondly to my breast,
mine, mine forever! Ah, how happy I was!
—so happy, indeed, that I stood there in the
moonlight, with my two hands pressed firmly
to my left side, for fear my overloaded heart
would burst from me entirely. What a figure
I must have cut then 1 What an Apollo I must
have looked, with my fine proportions wrapped
up in my wedding suit! I was slender; I was
tall: I was gaunt; I am sure I was ugly-look
ing atthat moment.
What possessed me I cannot tell, but from
an old chest I had taken a blue broad cloth
swallow-tail coat that had belonged to my grand
father in the time of the wars, and in the pride
of my youth had got into it. The tails came
nearly to my heels, while the waist was nearly
to my arm pits. The sleeves reached to the
tips of my fingers, biding entirely from view
the luxuriant pair of white silk gloves, which
I had allowed-myself for tho important occa
sion. Above this uncouth pile of blue broad
cloth was perched a hat. 01 ye stars and moon
that looked upon it, testify with me that it was
a hat!—a hat and not a stove pipe, a hat and
not a hoot leg 1 That hat I—looking back at it
through the mist of twenty-five years, it seems
to have arisen to the stature of two full feet,
while its brim appears little wider than my
thumb nail. My eyesight isn’t quite as perfect
os it used to he, and so I may not quite see
rightly. Make all due allowances, dear reader.
I say that I must have looked ugly at that
moment, Be that as it may, I thought that I
was looking splendidly; that that the figure I
cat was an honor to the name of Brown, and
I was proud of it; proud as I stalked up to
Janet’s window, and placed carefully the lad
der that was to hear her to my side. Every
thing was silent about the house. Fate was
surely with us. Fanny had been bribed into
service. As I stood there, I could see her littlg
figure flit noiselessly to and fro by the window,
and how I blessed her—blessed her from the
very bottom of my heart, for herlkindness.
At last Janet commenced descending the lad
der, and as she did so the moon crowded in out
of sight under a huge black cloud. The heav
ens favored ns ; oar success might be looked
npon as fixed. Three steps more upon the lad
der’s rounds, and Janet’s dainty little feet
would stand upon terra firma with my own.
The steps were taken, and she held for a mo
ment fondly by the sleeves of my blue broad
cloth before we looked up to the window, both
with upraised hands, to catch a small bundle of
clothing that Fanny was to throw down to ns,
and which we had no other means to carry
with us.
“Be quiet, Fan,” whispered Janet, as her
sister reappeared at the window and poised the
bundle above oar heads. “Be quiet, Fan, for
heaven’s sake, and drop it quickly !”
But Fanny still stood there, swinging back
ward and forward the huge bundle, without
heeding Janet’s earnest entreaty.
“Do, do throw it, Fanny, dear! Do have
some mercy ,on .me! What if father should
know of this? What if he should be awa
kened.” '
“La, give it to her. Fan; don’t plague your
sister, she’s in a hurry!” called a voice at that
moment from the closed blinds at the parlor
windows, which belonged to none other than
Dr. Stoddard.
“Give her the things; and tell the boys to
carry out a bag of com, a cheese, some wheat
and butter to the cart. Janet must have a set
ting out. Only be still about it. Fan.”
For a moment we were petrified upon the
spot; I thought X should fall to the ground.
What should wo do—run, faint, die evaporate
or go mad? While we stood undecided, two
huge matrasses fell at our feet from the window,
followed at once by sheets, pillow cases, table
cloths and sundry other articles necessary to
the setting up of a respectable house-keeing es
tablishment.
“Mother, mother, don’t one of these new
feather beds belong to Janet ?” called Charlie
Stoddard from one part of the house.
“Yes, yes, and a bolster, and a pair of nice
pillows, too. Carry ’em right out of the front
door," was the answer.
“Whose horse have you, Jason ?” asked the
doctor, pushing up the blind, “your father*a ?”
“Y-e-e-s, sir,” I stammered.
“Humph 1 didn’t you know better than that;
that old gray isn’t worth a button to go. Why
didn’t you come up to my barn and get my
black mare ? Sam, Sam, hurry away, straight
to the bam and harness black Molly for Jason.
If you’ll believe it, he was going to start off
with his father’s old horse ! Be quick, Sam —
work lively—they’re in a hurry; it’s time they
were off.”
“Have you anything with you, Janet, to eat
on. I the road?” put in Mrs. Stoddard, poking
her head out of the window.
*l‘No, ma’am,” faltered Janet, moving a step
or two from me.
“Well, that’s good forethought. And as I
live, there isn’t a hit of cake cooked in the
bouse, either! Can you take some white bread
and bacon, and some brown bread and cheese,
do, Jason ? It’s all we have.”
“Yea, ma’am,” I said meekly, stepping as
easily as I could a little further from Janet.
“Look, father and mother, quick, now the
moon is ont, and see Jason’s new coat and hat!”
called Fan, from the window, her merry voice
trembling with suppressed laughter! “Isn’t
that a splendid one, father ?—just look at the
length of its tails I”
“Just give me my glasses, wife,” said the
doctor. “Is it anew one, Jason?”
“Yes, sir, rather new,” I said, giving an ea
ger look in the direction of the lane.
“Well,” drawled the doctor, eyeing me slyly,
“that coat is handsome.”
WELISRORO, TIOGA COUNTY. PA., THURSDAY MORNING. JUNE 23; 1859.
“And his hat, father !” cried the wicked lit
tle Fan.
“I declare !” exclaimed the doctor. “Wife,
wife, look here and see Jason’s coat and hat!”
What should I do—stand there till morning
before that incessant fire of words ? Should
I sneak off slowly, as Janet was doing ? What,
oh! what should Ido ?
•‘Don’t they look nice, mother ?” asked the
doctor, putting one broad brown hand over his
mouth, and doubling his grey head almost to
his knees. “He-baw, he-haw, bi-he-haw!—
Mother—he haw I—don’t'they look nice,” roared
the doctor.
I couldn’t stand it any longer. The doctor’s
laughter was a signal; it was echoed from all
parts of the house. Fan cackled from the
chamber window; Sam shouted from the barn;
Mrs. Stoddard he-he-ho’d; from the kitchen ;
while Charlie threw himself down in the door
way and screamed like a wild Indian; I gave
a leap across the garden. Every Stoddard
called after me. lam wrong; every Stoddard
but Janet; she remained silent. One told me
to come back for the bread and cheese; another
that I had forgotten my bundle and bride; an
other bade me wait for black Molly and the
new buggy; Fan bade me hold op my coat
tails, or I should get them draggled. I didn’t
heed any of these requests ; I went directly
for home, feeling sheepish—no, sheepish is a
weak word for it—l can’t express to you how I
felt. I had a great idea of hanging myself; I
thought I bad better be dead than alive; that I
had made an idiot of myself It was all plain;
Fan had betrayed us. I vowed vengeance upon
her until daylight, then sneaked out to the barn
and hid in the haystack. I staid there until
Charlie Stoddard brought my father’s horse.
The old gentleman was frightened; wanted
to know how he came by the horse. He was
told to ask me; he did ask me, and I made a
clean breast of it. I didn’t promise him not
to repeat the offence ; there was no need of it;
but lam sure of this; I did not look at a girl
for seven years—no, not for seven years.—
When the eighth year came round I remembered
well my old vow against Fanny Stoddard.—
Well, to make a long story short, I married
Fanny. Janet became a parson’s wife.
And here let me tell you in confidence, reader,
that I really think little Fanny Stoddard had a
very deep motive in her head when she betrayed
Janet and me, though she was but a child.—
She liked me, even then, I belive. Well, at any
rate she declares every time that the affair is
mentioned, that I have had my revenge upon
her. Bless her faithful heart, it has been in
deed a sweet one.
Wonders of the Mississippi.
The difference of level between high and low
water mark at Cairo is fifty feet. The width
and depth of the river from Cairo and Mem
phis to New Orleans is not materially increa
sed, yet immense additions are made to the
quantity of water in the channel by large
streams from both the eastern and western
sides of the Mississippi. The question natu
rally arises, what becomes of this vast added
volume of water ? It certainly never reaches
New Orleans and as certainly does not evapor
ate; and of course, it is not confined to the
channel of the river, for it would rise far above
the entire region south of us.
If a well is sunk anywhere in the Arkansas
bottom, water is found as soon as the water
level of the Mississippi is reached. When the
Mississippi goes down, the water sinks accor
dingly in the well. The owner of a saw mill,
some twenty miles from the Mississippi, in Ar
kansas, dug a well to supply the boilers of his
engine, during the late flood. When the waters
receded, his well went down till his hose would
no longer reach the water, and finally, his well
was dry. He dug a ditch to an • adjacent lake
to let water into his well; the lake was drained,
and the well was dry again, having literally
drank ten acres of water in less than a week.
The inference is, that the whole valley of the
Mississippi, from its banks to the highlands on
either side, rests on a porous substratum which
absorps the redundant waters and thus pre
vents that degree of accumulation which would
long since have swept New Orleans into the
Gulf but for this provision of nature, to which
alone her safety is attributable.
In fact, if the alluvial bottoms of the Miss
issippi were like the shores of the Ohio, the
vast plain from Cairo to New Orleans would to
day bo part and parcel of the Gulf of Mexico,
and the whole valley a vast fresh water arm of
the sea. Were the geological character of the
valley different, the construction of levees, con
fining the water of the Mississippi to its chan
nel, would cause the rise in the river to become
so great at the South that .there not sufficient
leeves could be built. The current would be
stronger and accumulation of water greater as
the levees are extended North of us.
Such results were reasonably enough antici
pated ; but the water, instead of breaking the
levees, permeates the porous soil, and the over
flow is really beneath the surface of the
swamps. Such, it seems to us, are the wise
provisions of natural laws for the safety and
ultimate reclamation of the rich country South
of us. We believe that the levee system will
be successful, and that the object of its adop
tion will be attained- The porcity of the ma
terial used in making them has caused most if
not all of crevasses. Men may deem it a su
perhuman task to wall in the Mississippi from
. Cairo to New Orleans, but our levees are the
work of pigmies when contrasted with the
dykes of Holland. The floodtide of the Miss
issippi is but a ripple on the surface of a glassy
pool, compared with the ocean billows that
dash against the artificial shores of Holland.—
The country to be reclaimed by our levees—
all of which will not for fifty years cost the
people as much as those of the Dutch when
originally built—would make one hundred Such
kingdoms as that over which Bonaparte once
wielded the sceptre. —Memphis Avalanche.
A witty man, who lived in constant fear of
bailiffs'having absconded, one of his acquaitan
ces asked what the reason of his absence to
which ho replied, “Why, sir, I apprehend he
was apprehensive of being apprehended, and
so he left to avoid apprehension
Love in a TonneL
Many amusing anecdotes of Yentriloqnists
have been published, and many mora'told that
have not been published. But we think there
are few ventriloqnil incidents that will com
pare with one we witnessed recently on the
cars of the Virginia Central Kailroad.
have read anecdotes of Nichols, Kenworthy,
Dove, Sutton, Harrington and Blitz, but think
the following actual occurrence will bear favor
able mention, side by side with either. _ \
The cars left Charlottsville. Ya., for StauU
tonl at 12M., and entered the tunnel, which is
very long and very dark, about half past IT.
M. We bad hardly been shut out from day
light, when a noise was heard in the rear end
of the last car. The conductor and several
passengers, who were standing on the platform,
entered the car with a view to discover the
cause of the disturbance. But- owing to the
extreme darkness, nothing could be seen.—
While patiently waiting to bear the slightest
movement, which might explain the excite
ment, a boisterous noise, resembling the sound
produced by fervent kissing, and at the same
moment a female voice was heard exclaiming;
“Get out, you brute! Let me alone! I’ll
call the conductor 1 Keep your hands off, sir 1
This is shameful I’’
“\tfliere is he f” cried the conductor in an
angry tone, approaching the direction whence
the sound proceeded.
“Here!” asked the' lady, “this end of the oar;
arrest him 1 he insulted me shamefully—here
he is again! Will yon let me alone? I think
it is a burning shame that a respectable lady
should be treated in this manner 1"
“Get in the ladies’ car then!” shouted a
gruff voice ; “you have no business here !”
“She has a right here,” replied the conduc
tor, seizing the individual be supposed guilty
of a misdemeanor.
“You needn’t grab me,” said a husky-voiced
old man ; “I didn’t touch her; I havn’t seen a
woman in the car 1”
The conductor seemed confused, and retraced
his steps to the forward end of the car.—
Again the voice was heard, apparently in the
rear.
“Here he is again, conductor! Go away!
quit! let me alone ! this is shameful! Keep
your hands to yourself, sir! I’ll leave the car!
You follow if you dare I”
This language was followed by an explosion
resembling the doncuasion of two lips. All
was confusion. The sympathizing passengers
were all standing up, highly excited, but owing
to the darkness and the uncertainty that existed
from whence the sounds -/proceeded, nothing
was done. A noise like the rustling of silk
was. heard, the rear door opened and then
closed with a hanging sound, making the ex
traordinary stillness which followed fearful to
contemplate, which Tearfulness increased to
horror, when the conductor announced that the
lady mast have stepped off the platform, as
there was no car attached.
The cars were stopped by the signal rope,
and a lantern procured, when the passengers,
headed by the conductor, groped slowly and
silently back through the tunnel, expecting
monflmtarily to discover the mutilated remains
of the unfortunate female. But after searching
back to the mouth of the tunnel, nothing was
found, and they sadly retraced their steps.
Upon arriving at the train a passenger sug
gested that the cause of the excitement be ar
rested ; and in the cars went the party, sear
ching every seat until they came to a person,
leaning forward on the back of a seat in front
of him, apparently asleep. The conductor
roughly shook the sleeper, when he raised his
head, when, lo ! and behold, it was Wyman
the ventriloquist.
The party very reluctantly swallowed the
unmitigated "sell.” The cars started and sped
on to their place of destination, having been
detained one hour over time.
W as Moscow Burxed ? —Mo story baa been
more generally told nor more fully credited
than that relating to the destruction of the
great city of Moscow, in 1812 by fire. Yet,
Moscow was not burned. Around the vast city
is an almost continuous line of wood-pile—va
rious species of pine and other woods. By the
side of this, and also reaching around the city,
is an almost continuous line of granaries.—
Here are the food and fuel of the inhabitants,
provided, in advance, for the long and dreary
winters. The Russians set fire to the granaries
and the wood-pile and to many portions of the
city. After the battle of Borodino the retiring
pitch burned with resistless fury, destroyed
everything in its neighborhood, and rendering
egress from the place almost impossible. The
glorious old churches and palaces of the ancient
city of the North escaped, in the main, the de
vouring element. The traveler who looks upon
the mighty structures, the architecture of which
is of the most varied character—betraying the
labor, upon the same building, in many cases,
of heathen Mahomedan and Christian denomi
nations will go away convinced that he has
been marvelously deluded by the stories of the
destruction of Moscow. lie will naturally in
quire how those trees, which require centuries
to grow, became interlocked with huge piles of
building which he has been taught to believe
have all sprung into existence since 1812.
Selv-Evidestly Dkcjtk.—Old P., who re
sides at Okolama, Mis., is well known as one
who never pays a debt if it can be avoided.
Has plenty of money, however, and is a jolly,
rollicking old chap. 'Gets pretty drunk occasion
ally, when, of course, same friend takes care
of him. Not long ago befell into the hands of
a friend who held his note for a sum of money,
and, as it was a last chance, the friend dived
into old P.’s wallet, took out the amount of the
note and put the note where the money had
been. When he awoke to consciousness, as
was his wont, he took his wallet out to coun|
how much money he was out. Finding his
purse almost empty, he thundered:
“How in h—ll did I spend all my money !”
“You paid off that note 1 held,’’ answered
the friend.
“Well, muttered old P., quietly stowing
away his wallet, “I must have been most d—d
drunk!”
COMMUNICATIONS.
A Starlight Reverie.
’Tis evening,—the stars, rejoicing at the fa
ded glory and hidden splendor of the setting
sun, are beaming forth from their hidden re
treat in yon far-off realms of ether, and one by
one, all radiant and lit with joy, are forming
a long the vaulted, concave, —gemming and dot
ting the sombre vestments of darkling night
with more than golden diadems and diamond
splendor,—rendering the heavens attractive,
even enchanting to the enraptured gaze,—filling
the air of surrounding nature with the thousand
penciled rays and convergent points of light,—
reflecting back from the mirrored surface of the
silvery lake their own bright forms in a manner
so mysterious'and strikingly .beautiful in their
apparent depths as to cause me to imagine I
am gazing on a second heaven. While gazing
thus and contemplating the silent beauties of
the starry night, a distant whippoorwill broke
in with his plaintive lay, and the music of his
lonely notes so joined with the quiet sadness
that bad crept over me, that they filled my soul
with sweet enrapturing melody. Listening
thus, I stood unmindful of all dee save my
own thoughts, the bird’s sweet voice, the touch
ing melody of its dying cadence, add the tran
quil scene by which I was bound, not till
iLuna rose and illumed with her glory the ori
ent and threw her silvery sheen broadcast over
the earth, did I awake from the? reverie into
which I had fallen. And how strfihge the met
amorphosis : the earth no longer wrapt in som
bre hues, ia lit by the beaming radiance of the
full round moon. The dark forms and lum
bered trunks of the forest trees, that reared their
heads high in air are clothed as if were by the
magic beauty of a grove in the fer-off fairy land;
the zephyrs move, the boughs tremble, and the
leaves whisper of the beauteous scene. The
dark coverts and winding aisles of the dreary
wood are changed to rosy bowers and sylvan
glades, and the stars shine with a purer, a ho
lier light, and seem to rejoice in the presence
of their queen—the meek-eyed morn. . I stood
thus, gazing, communing with “visible nature
in its varying forms,” and “through nature
looking up to nature’s God,” till I was lost in
wonder and praise. Thus, one by one, the mo
ments passed rapidly but imperceptibly away.
The moon was high in the i heavens, and the
bell of the distant town had tolled the long hours
of midnight ere I turned to retrace my steps
homeward. That night I retired at least a more
thoughtful, if not a wiser person, for the lesson
I had i received from one of the many mystic
pages of nature’s book. Oh! who does not at
eve, when all is. quiet, with only a fanning zeph
yr to kiss the brow, lore to go forth into the
open air beneath the calm blue sky, with the
sisterly train that gem the night looking ten
derly upon you, and pale-faced Cynthia gazing
serenely down, illumining nature with her sil
very rays, and forming strange fantastic shapes
through the grand old trees; with all these si
lent monitors waking countless memories, or
leading the mind into a maze of thought, or
speaking in a still voice—as the whispering
breath of things too pure and holy to be de
scribed. Yes, at such an hour, who does not
love to wander beneath the open sky; for it is
at such times that the angels come so near our
little world, that you can almost hear the rustle
of their wings and the whispers of peace that
pervade the breast at such hours, are only equal
led by that rest of which this is a sweet prelude
and foretaste. B. Q. L.
Mainsburg, June 10, 1859.
One of the greatest speeches on record is the
following describing the destruction of a meet
ing-house by a flood; “A few short weeks
ago, and you saw the stately meeting house
towering up in your midst like a grannydeur
in a corn field 1 Now, none so poor to do it
reverence ! It has gone the way of all flesh.
The mighty torrents descended from the eter
nal clouds ; the air was filled with cries of des
pair ; the river swelled and ran over; the
mighty building creaked, shook, rose from the
surface of the water, moved like a world in
miniature down the vast expanse, carrying off
with it an old pair of boots tiiat I had left in
one corner of our pew.”
Lola Montez, in her book, “The Art of Beau
ty," lays down the following rule among her
“hints to gentlemanl on the art of Fascination.”
You ought to know there are four things which
always more or less interest a lady—a parrot,
a peacock, a monkey, and a man; and the
nearer you can come in uniting all these about
equally in your character, the more will you be
loved. This is a cheap and excellent recipe for
making a dandy, a creature which .is always
an object of admiration to the ladies.
A beggar accosted a member of Parliament,
and telling a piteous tale, said, “If your honor
does not assist me I shall be compelled to an
act which nothing but desperation could tempt
me to do.” The honorable gentleman gave him
a shilling and walked on, but an idea struck
him ; so ho called the beggar, and asked him
what he had meditated doing. “Can’t you
guess,” said the beggar. “I should have been
compelled to hunt for work which nothing but
desperation could have tempted me to do.”
“What has brought you here ?” said a lone
woman who was quite the other
morning by an early call from a bachelor neigh
bor who lived opposite, and whom she regarded
with peculiar favor.—“l come to borrow match
es.” “Matches! that’s a likely story ! Why
don’t you make a match yourself? I know
what you came forcried the exasperated old
bachelor into a corner,” you came here to kiss
me to death ! But yon shan’t without you are
the strongest and the Lord knows you are.”
Mm Choate, wishing to compliment Chief
Justice Shaw, exclaimed: “When I look
upon the venerable Chief Justice Shaw, I am
like a Hindoo before bis idol; I know that he
is ugly, but 1 fell that he is great 1”
The Brunswick Telegraph, gives, in proof of
the assertion that a hen is immortal, that “her
son never sets!”
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NO. 47.
•educationae:
For tho Xgitator.
The editor of the Methodist Protestant, Bal
timore, in answer to a correspondent, thusgives
his view of the spread eagle style of pulpit
performance
Young Flowery has a pretty good delivery,
and if he would always be natural' and not try
to be theatrical, he would please. There la not
ranch practical common sense in him, for! .the
reason that he has not cared to supply his rpind
with facts, and the information that belongs to
them, which are always the basis of atrohg
common sense. He has a natural love for the
beautiful, but it is uncultivated, and he there
fore too often mistakes a daub of flashy color
ing for a finished picture. Unfortunately he
has fallen into the error of supposing that he
has a towering imagination. This is a sad mis
fortune. It is bad enough for a young preacher
to have a towering imagination ; and if any one
of our readers is in possession of such a faculty,
the sooner he gets rid of it, the better. But
with Young Flowery it is only a mistaken
fancy ; and the result is, he supposes himself
not unfrequently to be towering, when he is
only floundering. In such moments some of
his critical friends are wont to say, “Young
Flowery is now soaring in spread eagle style
but they, of course, speak irqnically, and mean
not to degrade the spread eagle hy any such
reference. The other day Young Flowery was
making a temperance speech. Incidentally be
referred to the physical effects off intoxication.
This opened the way for a regular spread on
the wonderons 1 machinery of our “physical or
ganism the fact that “we are fearfully and
wonderfully made,” was exhibited with an
energy and passion rarely heard. By the time
he had gotten through wtth his eloquent de
scription, the people had pretty well forgotten
that they were listening to a temperance lec
ture, and it required no great stretch of imag
ination to fancy the brother a lecturer on min
ute anatomy. i
After a while some allusion was made to tha
superiority of mind over matter. Instantly
Young Flowory began to soar. Mountains, for
ests, rivers, lakes, oceans, cataracts, whirl
winds, and volcanoes, passed like a rapid pan
orama before the audience.: Everything was
still as death. The earnestness of thO' speaker
was startling. But the temperance cause was
almost forgotten. It required a coming down
to get himself and his audience back again to
the subject under consideration.
Presently he touched upon the national ef
fects of the vice. Here was a very fine oppor
tunity for assuring the audience - that a pro
found patriotism pervaded his bosom. The
early history of the country suggested the name
of George Washington, and Washington sug
gested the Bevolutionary war, and the war sug
gested the “Star Spangled Banner,” and the
banner suggested the “American Eagle," and
what with them all, as they one after another
awakened bursts of oratory, the people wore
quite carried away; but the temperance cause
was far in the rear, and half the audience mo
mentarily supposed the Fourth of July had
come this year in the month'of March.
We notice one peculiarity in Young Flowery
which is very apt to be found in “spread eagle
orators.” He is very fond of applying scien
tific terms; unfortunately he does jaot use them
■with a clear perception of what they mean.—
He almost invariably says strata for stratum,
and phenomena for phenomenon. This onty
exposes his ignorance to a few. however,-the 1
majority think he is learned, and so it passes
off very well.
The writer of this was somewhat inciined.to
the spread eagle style in his boyhood, and can
therefore sympathize with those who hate a
leaning that way. But he has lived to learn
the folly of it, and is exceedingly anxious tb
induce others to avoid it. Use a plain but for
cible vocabulary; and be more solicitous to en
force your theme than to ornament it. Orna
ment is a good thing in its way; but it requires
no little judgment to use it in its proper pro
portions. ■
A Thousand Miles a Minute.
"A thousand miles a minjite !” said my little
son as he raised his eyes from conning his geo
graphy lesson; “a good deal faster than we
traveled on the oars when we went to Ohio ; we
were only traveling at the rate of twenty-fiya
an hour, I heard some person say."
“Yes, my son, the earth in its revolution
round the glorious luminary of day travels in
finitely faster than any car, and yet you never
heard of the earth running off the track. Or a
collision between it and other planets, or an
explosion and thousands of people being killed.
The planetary systems are God’s machinery.—
He originated the design, and was the grant!
architect. He commanded, and it stood fast.
These immense trains have, been whizzing on
ward for six thousand years, and God’s omnis
cience has been most completely demonstrated
in their harmony and perpetuity. The works
of man are lauded in the most glowing colors,
and yet how they sink into insignificance wheq
compared with the grand designs of the Al
mighty I Neither need we in our imagination,
my son, soar away to the planetary systems for
evidence of his wisdom and skill. The littlej
violet, as it is just now lifting its head from the
bosom of the cold earth to the genial sunshine;
the fruit trees which you may behold from the
window before which you are sitting, every
bough laden with the thousand buds just ready
to burst into full bloom; all, all testify in hints
eloquence to the wisdom and goodness of God;
Your eyes also, with which you have just sur
veyed the fruit trees —your hand with which
you grasp your book, evince their wonderful
adaptation to the purpose for which they were
designed: the eye combining the wonderful
properties of a microscope; the hand subject
to our volition, and yielding implicit obedience
to our slightest wish, Thus, my son, when we
look abroad upon the works of God we are im
pressed with the fact that it is an act of con
descensioh in the Almighty Potentate of the
universe to lend an ear to our feeble
J tions of praise." 1
'Kates of Advertising.
The Spread Eagle Style.