THI3 USE OV KXOWEItS.
nr jiAiir movitt.
God might ha ro madp tho earth bring forth
Enough for great and small,
Tile Oak-trca and tlio. Cedar-tree, "
Without a (lower at al'.
Ho might have made enough, enough
For every want of ours,
For luxury, medicines, and toll,' '
And yet havo made no "flowers.
Tho clouds might give abundant rain,' v
The nightly dews might fall, ':V
And the herb that kecpclh life in man,
Might yet have drunk them all.
Then wherefore, wherefore wcro tficy made.
And dyed with rainbow light,
All fasbioned with supremcst grace,
Up-Bpringing day and night!
jr
Springing in valleys green and low, -
And on the mountains high",
And in tho silent wilderness,
Where no map passes byl
Our outward life requires them not,
. Then, wherefore had they birth"!
To minister delight to man,
To beautify tho earth!
To comfort man to whisper hope,
Whene'er his faith is dim,
For whoso carcth for the flowrs,
Will care much more for uisil
A YANKEE TAlt'S
Adventure with the Flying Dutchman.
"There is no speculation in those eyes
That (hdu dost glare withal." Siiakspeaiie.
It was on a lonely morning in October
that Jack Thompson and his three partners,"
the owner and crew of the Jolly Lamplight
er pilot-boat, were seen hauling her down
the steep shingly beach of the small fishing
village of Eisenberg, some few miles to' the
westward of Hamburg. "When viewed
from a distance at high-water, the town ap
pears as if just emerging lrom the waves,
while, almost from the very strand, a pre-
crpitous rock rises up, crowned by an an
cient church, whose gray and weather
beaten walls, visible some leagues at sea,
r.ave olten cheered the nomc-sick manner
with the hope of mingling 6ncev again with
the companions of his youth. Years have
rnade but' little alteration in the place; a few
old-fashioned houses, sundry groups of
fishermen's cottages huddled irregularly to
gcthcr, a dock nearly choked with mud,
and a rude pier composed of unhewn gran
ite blocks, form, the most prominent fea
tures of Eisenberg.
Jack Thompson, the owner of the pilot-
boat, which by this time had been pushed
into the water, had formerly rated as an able
seaman on board a Yankee frigate; from
thence he had passed into the merchant
service, and, being cast upon the German
coast in a tempest which left not another
of his shipmates to tell the story, had do
mesticated himself at Eisenberg, and gain
ed his living as a pilot, by preserving other
vessels from the fate which his own had' so
unhappily met with.
Although the denizen of a foreign coun
try, Jack Thompson still adhered to the
natty costume of the Yankee tar: his blue
jaeketf small hat placed jaunttly upon ono
side of his head, his highly polished shoes,
and gracefully curled love-locks, might all
liave passed muster upon the deck of "old
Ironsides." His companions were Ger
mans of the true breed: Hans Gutterblutt,
his mate, was of Upper Saxony, and sot up
for a wit. Rodolph Linlz, and Molk Van-
derspiegcl, being of Coblentz, were practi
cal men, and said nothing.
"I say, Hans," said the owner, taking
his place at the helm, "I guess the wind's
rnminfT ronndr We'll- havei sonic of the
squalls off the coast to-day. "What d'ye
think of standing out to w'cst'ard? I hard
tell of feomo square-rigged craft in that df-
rcction Dutchmen from Batavia belike
they'll want a pilot, surely, and mayhap a
boat's crew."
"Oh, to bo sure, Mcestor Van Tliomp
son," replied tho animated Hans Gutter
blutt: 'vou are always in de richt. I do
W 0 w
remember fifteen year atSluys, my grand
rnothor "
"Pass mo aft that shoot, you Jarman
lubber," interrupted his chief, "Molk! sprit
tho mainsail haul away, now." Tho
boat's keel grated through the loose sand,
she glided from the shore with a froo wind
and a flowing sail, and dashed through the
rippling waves, which had already begun
to glitter in tho morning ray. AVhilc the
Jolly Lamplighterwas holding on her rapid
rmiTnC. her careless crew' lav stretched a-
long the thwarts, or bent over the gunwale,
jy-rzinf listlessly upon the sparkling foam
that bubbled at her side; at times the
o but not unmusical voices of the
Germans would be lifted up in soino nation
al hymn; while tho Yankee, who happened
to lie in a taciturn mood, Jtccping his watch
ful eyes fixed upon tho sails", with an occa
sional glance to windward, solaced himself
in silence with a quid of tobacco.
Tho day was now far spent, and this
had been, apparently, an unsuccessful trip
for our boat's crew; they had been out
some leagues to sea, without the appear
ance of any vessel likely to require their as
sistance. At length, tired of the pursuit,
they stood in for the harbor: the hazy eve
ning was near its close, as they slowly
worked their way against an ebb tide.
'Well that's as queer a go as ever I
seed," exclaimed Jack Thompson, sudden
ly starting up.
"Dor Tcufol!" ejaculated Hans Gutter
blutt, "Dcr Teufel!" growled Rudolph
Lintz; and "Dcr Teufel!" re-echoed tho
sagacious Molk Vandcrspiegcl.
And the astonishmcntof tho boatmen was
well founded. Rapidly doubling the rocky
point which shelters the small haven from
tho westerly gales, a large square-rigged
vessel hove in sight, with all her canvass
spread, and every spar landing.
What is she where did hc comd
from?" was the exclamation of the viva
cious male.
"It's no odds where she .comes from,"
said the owner; "she's a stranger, or she'd
never poke her bowsprit among them rocks:
howsomcver, a good pilot might bring her
safe off yet."
Oh, Mecstcr Van Thompson," inter
rupted the mate, "I am frightful she is not
a Christian craft. Sec what a breeze of
wind she have got, and wc have not got
von breath!"
"That is because we arc becalmed hero
under the land. She's a jolly three-master,
and a Dutchman by her build; so out with
the oars, my hearties, and we'll just run
alongside and hail her."
'Oh, Mecstcr Van Thompson," shouted
Hans, "do not be such rash man she is
der Teufel, or wo would have seen him
before she isde'vlying Dutchman,' and
do 'phantom ship.' I remember fifteen
year at Sluys .
"Belay your jawing tackle, you Jarman
lubber; ye hav'nt as much brains as would
bait a mackerel-hook. If so be as y're
afeard, I'll put ye ashore on the rock, and
board the barque myself."
Accordingly he ran the host into a little
crock or gully between the rocks, and the
next moment he found himself deserted by
a crew, who, in the hour of real danger,
would never havo quitted his side, but who
wanted sufficient moral courage to encoun
with him' an unknown or supernatural ene
my.
By the time that Hans and his compan
ions had gained the summit of the cliff, the
night hud become dark and' foggy. They
looked anxiously towards the point where
the strange vessel had appeared, but their
most intense scrutiny could not discover
any trace of her not a spot was apparent
upon the waste of waters, nor even one
glimmering light to indicate the presence of
a solitary Loat upon the fishing station:
masses of vapor rolled slowly in from sea
ward, and a heavy ground-swell had be
gun to break upon the rocks beneath; the
clouds drifted furiously athwart the murky
sea, and all things seemed to prognosticate
a dreadful stormy night.
'Oh, he is gone, and dcr Teufel has got
him!" said Hans Gutterblutt, as, with
hoavy heart, he joined his two comrades on
their inarch homeward. "Oh, he was such
nice man, and did sing! Oh, I shall never
hear him" sing Jolly Dick dc Lamplichter
more."
Tho night, as was expected, had become
wild and tempestuous; but towards morning
tho gale lulled, and' the sun rose vividly
nnon the ocean: the waves, though tho
storm had passed away, still chafed and
broke into sheets of white foam against the
opposing cliffs of tho rocky piojcction.
At an early hour, the disconsolate mate
with his silont companions, walked down
to the pier, meditating upon the mysterious
fate of his unlucky superior, when, like
spirit from tlw other world, they beheld
Jack! tho identical Jack Thompson! lean
ing against tho stock of an old anchor, and
composedly smoking his deeply tinted
Meerschaum pipe. He greeted them with
a nod and a knowing wink. "Tauscnd
Tcufelenl" cried Hans; "hero is Mecstcr
Van Thompson, and dcr Jolly Lamplichter,
both aliver"
The report that our hero had been pilot bottom, like a lump of lead, and I was luft
a phantom ship, on tho preceding eve- on tho surface swimming for my life! I J
,.,.i ,:,t. root nnlrritv. Old and saw tho 'Jolly Lamplighter' within an oar's a
to
nine, snrcad with f?reat celerity. Old and
C" "I o -
young crowded round him, buthe evaded
all their inquiries; and it was not until eve
ning that, seated with a few particular cro
nies, ho gavo tho following recital of his
adventure:
"When I pushed off from the rock,
... . I
said ho,
I confess I did feel a little flab-
bcrgasted.
IInwnn,nvi.r. thorn was nouBO
: ,; -! T . l.n helm .m. and
before yo could say Jack Robinson, I was
1 it,n !,, A rnn lihr.iP ml
Dutchman she was, with studding-sails set
aloft and alow; but what bamboozled nlc
most was, sink the noise or word was to be
card aboard; Sho Was more like a float
ing churchyard than a decent Dutch craft.
Howsomcver, I ran the yawl close under
the mizen-chains, and hailed her as loud as
I could bawl, 'Barque, ahoyl' 'Hilloa!'
answered a black looking swab, popping
his mug over the starboard quarter. 'Does
your honor want a pilot?' says I. 'Yes,'
says he, very civil; 'step aboard, we'll pay
you well heave out a lino there? W oil,
into the chains I jumped, and who d'ye
think stepped up to me butoW Davu Jones
imself a regular devil with cloven hoofs,
nil a thundering long tail, with hoins to
match!"
"It was dcr wildo Yager," interrupted
Hans.
"Hold your jaw, ye Jarman lubber.
Well,' says he, 'what cheer, Jack Thomp-
on,' says he, quite, coolly, though his eyes
were burning in his head like a couple of
hand-grenades. Then says he, 'Jack
Thompson, go to' the wheel and work the
hip.' 'Ax your pardon, but which i3 the
skipper, sir?' says I, as bold as brass. 'I'm
the skipper,' saya he, making a low scrape
'at vour sarvice. ' on, tho skipper!
well that's a-rarc one, anyhow, thinks I;
nice mess I've got into. Well, I was ob
ligated to take tho helm, and it warn't till
then I diskivercd that every mail of the
crew was the very moral of old Davy the
skipper, howsomcver, to give the devil his
due, they were good seamen, and did their
duty like mcn-of-war's-mcn. Well, not to
bo' spinning out a long yarn, I worked the
hip out of her berth amongst the rocks,
without so much as breaking a barnacle on
her keel; and when fairly got into the of
fing, taking off my hat very civilly, I wish
ed the captain a good voyage, and was
just stepping into the yawl that lay along-
idc, when ho stopped me. 'Jack Thomp
son,' says lie, 'you re a relc mimp, and
didye're duty like a man: here's something
to drink my health with' and he hauled
a long purse of golden shiners out of his
breeches-pocket. I was rather taken aback
when I saw the guineas glimmering through
the net-work; howsomcver, I waurnt't go
ing to sell my precious' soul in that way.
Ax your honor's paidon,' says I, 'but I
never takes money from gentlemen of your
honor's quality.' 'Well,' my lad,' says
tho skipper, not a bit vexed, 'you must at
least take a glass of grog afore you go
Fireblood!' says he to a young devil, who
was sitting smoking a pipe in the main-
hatchway; 'jump, and fetch inc tho bottle
The dbvil botllo you,' thinks I; but there
was no use in being obstropolous. Well
wnen me youngster came up, nc lilted a
glass for mo first. 'After vour honor, sir,'
says I, making a leg. 'Here's to the con
tinuancc of our acquaintance,' says he bolt
ing the whole, glass and all; then filling
mother, and wagging his tail, he handed
it to me. i o bo sure it smelt like rale
Jamaikey, and my lips were smacking to
tasto it; but, recollecting it was only a
scncnie oi tno old siiaver to weather upon
mo, I made belicvo to drink it, and, when
I thought ho was not minding, shied the
tipple over my shoulder. But he was not
to be done-so easily: 'Jack Thompson,'
says he, turning round in a terrible passion,
'd'ye think I'm to be humbugged in that
lubberly fashion? Is -that tho way to sarve
good liquor, you swab?' ! ax your hon
or's pardon, sit,' says I. 'Hold your jaw,
'you lubber! I treated you like a gentleman,
but you took neither my monoy nor my
drink, and it shall be worso for' you. You
think yourself a monstrous clever fellow,
Mister Thompson; but I'll show you tho
difference.' With that ho gavo the deck
three slaps with his long tail, and in tho
twinkling of a handspike there blew a hur
ricane from every po'int'of tho compass,
with such thunder and lightning as old Davy
himself knows how to manufactur; and be
fore I could bless myself, the whole ship,
captain, crew,
and all, had sunk to the
saw tho 'Jolly Lamphgli
length of nic: I struck out like a dolphin,
and in a brace of shakes was safe aboard
her. It was blowing pretty fresh at tho
time; but I weathered out that gale, as I had
done many n one before it; and now here 1
am, ready to laugn in master uuvy s mtu,
. . ..... . .. , i I
and bo lus pilot llic next tunc lie comes 11110
these parts."
Such was Jack Thompson's history of
his adventure; which soon, by tho indus-
trv oft if) iross ns nilU WOIlUOr-llliniora 01
the village, became the conversation of the
country for miles round. Every ono re
tailed it with such alterations, modifications,
and exaggerations as. suited his taste, until
it grew too horribly marvellous foi human
cars.
In a few monflis. after his exploit, Jack
vc up the "Jolly Lamplighter'.' to his
mate, Hans Gutterblutt; purchased a large
smack seldom went to sea sported a gold
watch of alarming dimensions, with a steel
chain and fifteen seals; and, in short, be
came a man of note in the village, second
in importance only to old Fritz Letterbox-
on, tno postmaster. i no wormy House
.1 .1
holders of Eisenberg marvelled at Ids sud-
den elevation; but they did not grow a whit
the wiser, for'Jaok left them to wondor on,
until they had fairly tired their imagina
tions.
I ought, perhaps, to conclude here; but,
m justice to my readers, I must add, that
many years alterwards it was whispered
that Jack, one night in a mellow mood,
had hinted that the unearthly barque was
in fact, a rich Dutch smuggler, that had got
amongst the rocks in the fog; and that, for
his service in piloting hor out, he had re
ceived a bag of ducats, which ho scrupled
less to accept than the purse of diabolical
gold.
However that may be, it is certain that
Jack cannot, to this day, relate without a
roguish leer of the eye, and a significant
hitch of the trousers, the story of his ad
venture with the "Flmna: Dutchman."
Coru'a'n. When a boy, I was. ono mor
ning playing at marbles in tho ullage ball
alley, with alight heart and lighter pocket.
The gibe and the jest went gaily round.
wnen suuueniy amongst us appeared a
1 ill . i
stranger, of a very remarkable and very
cheerful aspect. His intrusion was not the
least restraint upon our merry little assem
blage. He was a benevolent creature, and
the days of infancy (after all, the happiest
we shall over see) perhaps rose upon his
memory. God bless him! I see his fine
form, at the distance of half a century, just
as he stood before me in tho little ball-alley
in tnc uavs ot my cniiuuoou. ins namo
wasBoyse: he was the rector ofNcw Mar
ket. To mo he took a particular fancy.
I was winning and full of waggery; think
ing every thing that was eccentric, and by
no means a miser1 of my eccentricities; ev
ery one was welcome to share of them, and
I had plenty to spare after having-' freighted
iho company with thorn. Some sweet
meats easily bribed me home with him
1 learned lrom poor Bovse my alphabet
and my grammar, and the rudiments of the
classics.
Ho taught mo all ho could, and then sent
me to school af Middlcton. In short, lid
made a man of me. I recollect it was about
live and thirty years afterwards, when I
had risen to some eminence at the bar, and
when I had a seat in Parliament, on my re.
turn one day from court, I found an old gen
tleman seated alone in mv drawiiiff-rooni:
his feet familiarly placed on each side of the
Italian marble chimnev-niecc. arid his
whole air bespeaking the consciousness of
onequilo at homo. He turned round it
was my Incnd of the ball-alley. I rushed
instinctively into his arms," and burst into
tears. Words cannot describo tho scene
r..ii i ..it ....
wiiiuii loiiowuu: "ioii are ngiit, sir, vou
aro right. Tho chimney-piece is.yours-
tho pictures aro yours tho houso is yours,
uu B,nu uiuuu i nave my menu my
father my benefactor!" Ho dined with
V ntt II T I . . .
inc, and in tho evening I namrhi thn tnnr
Q "O"- " "
glistening in his line bluo eye, when ho
saw tho poor little Jack, tho creature of his
bounty, rising in tho Hbnso of Commons
iu icpiy io a ngni Honorable, i'oor Boyso!
no is now gone; and no suitor had a larger
deposite of practical bcncyolcnco in the
court above. This is his wine let us drink
to his memory!
Thcro aro many counterfeit S2 bills on
Lthe Philadelphia Loan Company.
Risk and fall or families. Every
'ounginun shouldstart in Hfo determined lo
act upon the motto, Ail Dcspcrunihtm or
don't give tip the ship. Lot'him, on com.
mencing life, look around him and see who
arc tho courted and respected of society,
and ask from whence .they sprang. In
nincly-ninc cases out of a hundred ho will
find them to bo thoso who, at his age, pos-
Ar,r..il no littln nftlm tt.rirl il 'a 1 irn n . ..
.""- "" w-i muu
' extraneous, as nc lumscil possesses;
men wjio commcnccu me worm witn noth
ing, and whose advancement in life solely
uu iuiiuuu ujiuii muii iiwn iiusiiuiiury, iru
gality, integrity, and strict attention to busi-
ness.
Most young men consider it a great mis
fortune to be born poor, or not to have cap
ital enough to establish themselves at once
in good business: this is a very mistaken
notion, for, so far from' poverty being a
misfortune to him, if we may judge from
that wc every day behold, it is really a bles
sing; for the chance is more than ten lo
one in favor of the success of such a young
man over one who starts with money.
Look back twenty years and see who
commenced business at that time with a
bundanco of means, and trace them down
to tho present day. How' many of them
can now boast of wealth and standing? On
the contrary, how many have become po or.
lost their standing iusociety, and arc passed
by their once boon companions with a look
which plainly says, Know you not.
In this country, the wheel of fortune ij
constantly turning, and ho who is at zenith
this year, may be at nadir next, and excite
no surprise. It is seldom that the third, or
even the fourth generation enjoys property
or station m society which was won by
the industry of tho first. This constant
change is the natural result of causes in
continual operation. The first generation
starts in life poor, but industrious and hon
est, he resolves to acquire property, and, at
the same time, sustain a character that shall
command respect. By dint of long perseve
rance in business, and the attainment of a
high character for integrity and fair dealing,
he succeeds, (such a man never fails,) and
becomes wealthy. His sons succeed him,
perhaps maintiau the character of their fath
er, and add to the wealth he left them; they
wcro educated to business, and know how
the property they enjoy was acquired But
their sons grow up, and from infancy find
themselves, ;n the lap' of luxury, and rocked
jn the cradlo of ease; their inindsjarc never
tumcdjm business that is beneath them
they arc engrossed in important nothings;
scorn labor; run the rounds of folly: marry
light-headed and fashionable ladies, who
have as sovereign a contempt for laborers,
and the useful things of this life, as them
selves; dash away a few years in their car
riages; lose their parents; divido the proper
ty; attempt to carry on business; arc inca
pable of managing it; fail strugglo to keep
up appearances and their places in fashion
able life arc obliged to retire wretched
and miserable at home and get through
the world as they can, Carrying always the
appearance of shabby gentlemen, and be
ing looked at askance by their former com
panion?. Their children are even moro
miserable than themselves; bejng brought
up with tho idea that labor is degrading,
and that they arc a superior order, while
necessity compels them lo resort to some
means of getting a living; pridn and pover
ty are at war witli them, and they drudge
out a miserable and precarious life. Mmtr-
icon Magazine.
Jl Witty JVaggoner. A rich merchant
named Hogg once requested a waggoner to
bring him a load of corn, in a stated time,'
which ho failed to do, and did not take the
corn tho next day after that which ho
had promised; tho merchant, as might be
expected, refused it. Well, replied the
Waggonor, you're tho first uoa ever I
knew to refuse com.
Man. Philosophers have puzzled them
selves how to defino man, so as to distin
guish him from animals. Burke says.
"Man is an animal that cooks his victuals."
"Then," says Johnson, "tho proverb, k
just there is reason in roasting eggs."
Dr. Adam Smith has met his case "Man,"
says he, is an animal that makes bargains
no other animal does this ono dog does
not change a bono with another.
Hare Occurrence. It is said that a young
lady has been at are of the Rock River
settlements two wceksand is not yet mar
ried. Chicago Democrat.