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Volume Vi.
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From Campbell's new Vol. of Poems.
rJ APOLEON AND THE URiTISH SAILOR.
I love, contemplating apart,
From all his homicidal glory,
The traits that soften to our heart,
Napoleon's glory
'Twas when his banners in Boulogne
Ar.nbl in our island every freeman,
His navy chanced to capture one
Poor British seaman.
i
f They suffered him, I know not how,
i Unprisonetl on the shore to roam;
' And ave was bent his longing brow
On England's home.
.-His eye, melliinks pursued the flight
Of birds to Britain half way over,
With envy could reach the while,
Dear Cliffs of Dover.
A stormy midnight watch ho thought,
Than this sojourn would have ben dearer
If but the storm his vessel brought
To England nearerl
At last, when care had banished sleep,
He saw one morning dreaming-'doting.
An empty hogshead from the deep
Come shoreward floating
He hid it in .a cave, and wrought
This livelong day laborious lurking
Until lie launched a tiny boat
By mighty working.
Heaven help us! twas a thing beyond
Description wretched! such a wlterry
Pehaps ne'er ventured in a pond
Or crossing a ferry.
For ploughing the salt son field
It would have nd the ooldest sin
TT.,irril. uncomoajsed. and tinker1
No sail no rudder.
From neicborinc woods he interl
Mia .nrrnvv kiff with wattleilff10 VS
,t,na Pntrulnlied. lie would F nasse(1
A, IV. .
The foaming billows.
n.ii Vronrlimnn cauplil hi
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His little Argus sorely
. ..j- pi.:. j,-.,-,t?r'-'ach
1111 liuing hi iiiiii uimin.!.
Napoleon's hearing,
With folded arns Nar J,d
Serene alike in pty 1 an5e
And in his wonted j
Addressed the ,e'
, ... st von channel pass,
Rath man, that vt . 1 '
On twigs andf ruunc?.'f " u,,ej'
.. , 7 -.ine sweet British lass
T". toned.
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But abs
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longing that I had
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u shall, Napoleon said,
both my favor fairly won;
mother must have bread
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lie gave the tar a piece of gold,
And with a flag of truce commanded,
lie should be shipped to England old,
And si.fely landed
Our sailor oft could scantily shift
To find a dinner, plain and hearty,
But never changed the coin and gift
Of Bonaparte
PRESCRIPTION FOR A DYSPEfTIC.
Five years ago, Mr. , who keeps
within a gnu shot of our office, found his
hollti falling. For several days he shut
himself up in liis house, using such means
as were recommended by his friends, but
all to no purpose; it was not however until
after much persuasion by his anxious friends
that a mediral atlviser was called in. Hi
case was stated. The Doetor did not seem
to be very hasty in making up his mind.
but promised to send him something which
would no doubt cure him,
Hour after hour elasped, but no messen
ger arrived. in mot tncio nan veen but one
rap at the front door during the forenoon,
and that by an awkward boy who was rrp.
remanded for biinging a wood saw, horse and
axe, to the fionl door, and directed to take
them round to the gate.
The Doctoi was'again sent for.
'Well, 'says the Doctor, 'how does the
medicine work.
'The Medicine, dear sir, I have si
none.'
'Ah, Iseo you don't knowthow to take
it.'
'But sir, there is some error i have re-
'Did'nt a boy bring you a saw
and
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eompanumentsV
There was, Doctor, something of the
kind brought to the door but if that is
vour prescripiion, how under the sun can a
sick man take su eh indigestible articles
don't undertand, Doctor.'
Well, wen, I will tell you,' said the
Doctor, aw in a low voice slowly proceed
ed; 'to-nyrrow moring about ten o'clock
put on yai surlout, go into the woodhouse
place sck of wood on the horse, and ply
the saf. as slowly as you please for an
hour. 1 "en go to your room and without
remnng your outer garment, sit bv the
fire 'il your respiration subdues. Fllnw
thiri'ly and you will soon bo your own
, again.
the prescription was strictly folllowed
Twas a liaru job at first, but every day Hie
iledicino was taken with a bettor relish.
trength and powers of digestion returned
The medicine has been continued up to the
present day, and although the gentleman is
engaged in a extensive business, which re
quires much attention he has sawed and
split more than a dozen cords of wood the
present winter-
It has been suggested, that if to the nos
trums of the day, saio dust pills be added,
to be laken in the woodshed, and digested
over the wood horse, they would produce
more wonderful cures than any pills now
extent.
Jl Sour Child. A prisoner before the
police court last week in Philadelphia, gave
the following interesting sketch of his 'birth
and broughtiii up:'
I was born weeping my daddy used to
chaw wormwood before I was born, and
my mother made a practice of getting drunk
on vinegar. When I was a little boy no
body wmild'nt allow me to nuss their chil
dren, for thoy sed I made 'em dyspeptic
I looked so completely sour so they sed.
When I went lo school I was always in for
tho lickens, anil ( do bcliovo I bagged it for
every boy in the school. At Jast I got
married, and my wife left me in three
months. There's no use of asking why.
She sed there was no use of liven with
me, because, if wo hid children, they
would'nt be any thir.g but walken' vinegar
casks if they was boys and if they was
girls they'd he mere jugs o'cream o'tartar
set on legs, lo physic all tho world by their
soIen'chu! plii?z y,
THE INCURABLE.
'Now doctor don't vou think I am on
the mending hand; and doctor mayn't I
go out soon!'
'No, I say, unless you shut up that
mouth of yours'
'Why, doetor, I feel considerably better
and, tloctor; I ate a mince pie this morn-
ing-'
'what! mince devil madam'
'Why, doctor, I kinder hankered arter
it and you said, doctor, when 1 felt as
though I could take a little something, that
was nice and light 'I might jti3t smell of
it, and kinder taste it, doctor.'
'And so you eat a mince pie?'
'Yes, doctor, and loetle custard a very
leeile!'
'Its wonder madam, if you don't die after
if Why din't you swallow a pound of
bullets!'
'Why. doctor n physician once told me
always lo eat, when I felt an appetite.'
'Shut tip, madam! What do I care for
your physician?'
'Why. would you really advise me lo
say nothing at all, doctor? Il does me
so nt'ueh good to talk'
'Good! it will be your dcatii yet.'
'Why, I must say, I should htte terribly
doctor, to have the lock jaw.'
'Umpii: you wouiii ue sure lo trlk in
your sleep; come shut up.'
Why, now, there's Doctor B' who
can cure any thing. Ho d let me eat
mince pies, don't you think, doctor a little
bam or catnip tea taken externally, would
lake the oppression off my stomach ah
dear doctor, don l you now. Shall I call
.:!-. iu-uuvidc -wmr tuu HO 'call
cure anything-
' There is one thing he cannot cure. If
he can, I say send for him ma lam.'
'What, pray what is it dear doctor I
want io know.
'He can't make a blister that, will prevent
your everlasting lounge from click click
clacking, Uood day, madam.
'Yes he can; come back, doctor, he's
master hand at sewing up things with a nee
die and thread1'
Then send for him. It's past my cure
Oood day madam.'
'Another mince pie, Sukev. Od dear
I'm trotting off in a rapid consumption
THE CONTRAST.
Do yon see that proud overbearing man
riding in his gilded carriage? Look! he
stops before a magnificent mansion, and
liveried lacquics, obedient to his nod, assist
him to descend.
Do you see that poor miserable boy
whose tattered clothes scarcely shield from
the inclemency of the weather. Mark with a
beseeching look he solicits the rich man to
purchase a pencil or a card of pencils; and
behold, how contemptuously he is spurned!
Twenty five years ago that ponipuous
man was as poor, us trienulcss ana as
wretched as the urchin he despises.
'Twenty five years have passed since that
day. The same parties meet, lo tho contrast
The once poor boy stinds in the pride of
manhood active, rich. A lovely woman
his wife, leans upon his arm. Grace- in
every expression, and afluenco smiles in
his unostentatious adornment.
An old man appeared. Tho totter
ing steps the threadbare garment, and the
painful expression that fret in every fea
ture denote a man of want and wo- Better
lo be dead! than thus to drj a miserable
existence.
This may at the first blush appear to
soma an improbable romance. It is
truth.
In a country lino ours thcte is no man
however poor if aided by industry, econ
omy, and virtue, but may jise from the
lowest rank of society lo the highest The
knowledge of this fuel is a blessed incite
ment to the young, and cheers them to
struggle nobly in the paths which lead to
honor and independence, despite the
thousand obstacles that oppose his
course.
There is no man, however affluent who
by extravagance, and Ucki morals, may
his
days in woe
Let no man despise the poor because of
their wealth. We may conauer novertv.
Wealth may suddno us. All men of equal
virtue, are equil- If one man possesses
more intelligence than his fellows though
that of itself may not elevate him in the
ranks of tho good, yet it brings him added
respeel, and wins a willing ailmiiation of
all men;
The good alone are great.
HOPJJAND MEMORY.
A lilllo babe lay in the cradle, and
Hope came and kissed it when its nurse
gave it cake. Hopo promised another to
morrow: and when its young sister brought
a flower: over which it clanned its winus
and ciowcd. Hope told of brighter
ones which it would gather for itself.
'1 he babe giew to n child, and another
friend came and kissed it, her name was
Memory, She said look behind thee, and
tell me what thou secst. The child an
swered, 'I see a little book.' And Memory
eaid, I will leach thee how to get honey
from the book, that will be sweeter to thee
when thou art old.'
Tho child became a youth. Once when
he went to bed, Hope and Momory stood
by iho pillow; Hopo sung a melodious
song, and said 'follow me, and every
morning tiinu suait wake will) a smile, as
sweet as the pietty lay I sung thee. But
Memory said, Hope, is there any need
that we should contend? He shall be mine
as well as thine; and we slialL.be .to him .as
sisiers an ins me long. ".
So he kUsed Hope and Mymorv, as he
was beloved of them holjf;' While he
slept peacefully they sat sightly by his
side, weaving rainbow tissu into dreams;
when he woke, thoy came With the lark, to
bid him good morning and lie gave a hand
to each .
He became a man. Every day Hope
guided him lo his labor, and every night
lie supped with Memory at the table of
Knowledge.
But at length Ago found him. and turned
his temples gray. To his eye the world
seemed altered. Memory sal by his elhow
chair, like an old and tried friend, he look
rather serio tislj and said, hast thou not
lost something that I entrusted with ihoe?'
And she answered, I fear so, for the lock
of my casket is worn. Sometimes I am
weary and sleepy, and time purloins my
key; but the gems that thou didsf give me
when life was new, I can account for all
sco how bright thev are.'
While they thus sadly conversed Hopo
pui forth a wing that she had not worn,
folded under her garment, and tried its
strength in a heavenward flight. The old
man laid down lo die, and when his soul
wont furlh from tho body, the angels look il
and Memory walked with it through the
open gate ofheaven. But Hope laid down
at its threshold and ge nllv expred, as iho
rose giveth out its last odors.
Her parting sigh was liko tho music of
a seraph's harp. She breathed it into
glorious form anil said immortal happiness!
bring Iheo a soul through the world,
is now thine Jesus hath redeemed
THE TOMB OF WASHINGTON.
Among the recent arrivals at Washing
ton is that of Mar Yohanna, (Lord John.)
the Nestorian Bishop from Ouroomiah,
Persia, in company wiih Rev. Justin
Perkins, Missionary of tho American
Board.
On Thursday the sun broke forth with
great splendor, creating a beautiful day
the more so by contrast with half a week
of clouds and slorms. The Bishop,
with his fiiend, embarked on board
the Alexandria boat, which passed down
the broadPotomac,gliitering in the morning
sun, and shot by the war steamer at anchor
near Greenleaf's Point. Their objpet was
to visit Mount Vernon( to walk among the
,1101 fall from his high estate, and close
shades, and standby the tomb of the illus
trious statesman and hero whose mortal
remains there repose. Here, then, were
two piJcrims from a distance of six thou
sand miles, who had come, to stand near the
dust, and admire the fame of our Washing
ton. The fame has spread its light to the fur
ther Persia. Mr. P. remarked he stood
on Mount Ararat, where the Ark of the
ancient and venerable Noah the second
progenitor of the human race had rested
after the fierce waters of the deluge; but
not such cmoiions possessed his soul as
when his feel stood on Mount Vernon,
where reposes the dust of him who after a
great moral conflict, in which military force
and martial merit were but constituent ele
ments, retired lo close his heroic life with
a tranquil death
An Ill-Natured Fellow A New
Yorft paper contains the following libel
upon the fair sex: The fellow deserves to
dio without liavlnc a woman to smooth
pillow, 'The best way lp put a lady
in good spirits, is to lake hef'fo milliner's
shop and buy her a bonnet, The manager
ess of one of the most extensive establish
ments in London, in the course of her evi
dence the oilier day in an action for breach
of promise; declared that ladies are always
in good spirits when they go to a milliner's
to choose a bonnet.' Here we have a val
uable recipe, which may be of great usa
to those gentlemen whose ladies ate troub
led wiih ennui and the sulleiu. Like most
Jipplicalions fnr tho health of Uiosc 'delicate
creaurcs,' however, il is expensive. We
believe the efficacy is not confined lo bon
nets. Ladies love to bo purchasing, and
we doubt not if they were permitted to
spend their days in shoppipg.their smiles
vould be perpetual.'
CHILD AND OLD AG.
How beantifnl and touching the eontrasll
The shattered oak and tho twining vino are
the apt emblems. The one indicative ' of
youth, freshness and beauty the other of
age, decay, and the perils of a long existence-
The rosy girl and the decript grand
mother the one joyous as a bird, and
bounding away like a winged creature the
other wiih a thin faltering voice, and steps
that totter onward to the grave.
Wo have thus the two great points of ex
istence before us the beginingand the end
the morning and the evening tho 'rosy
dawn 'and the' duskey twilight.' How
sunny are the vision of childhood! how
buoyant i's expectations! How green and
glorons the fancied paths beyond!Like the
fairy landscape whoso choicest charms live
only to the eye of a distant observer so
with the radiant pictures which youth
sketches upon the imagined pages of com
ing time. How few will bear the test of
reality, the closer, keener glance of steady
observation. It is well that Youth looks
through an enehanted glass, hat it seos
in the distance tho green hills tops and
not the pitfalls and thorny paths that che
quer the ways of existence.
And Old Ago! Must it look back for hopo
and for joy? Oh! no. Even to Ihe dullest
the dimmest vision, ther? is -to ho tho
Christian spirit, a golden climo beyond
a sunny realm, where now robes await the
faithful, a new existence, and new joys,
and where the aches, and the feebleness,
and the furrows of age, shall give place to
immortality, and all its holy and heavenly
attributes.
Origin of the Hmey Moon Tlo' the
words are in common tiso. their deriva
tion is little known, as nothing respecting
them is found in tho dictionaries, or Eney.
clopedias. The origin is from n custom of
Tentones, an ancient people of Germany,
who drank mead, or methegling; a beverage
made wiih honey, for 30 days after every
wedding.
Miller who is pioaehing the destruction
of the world in 1313, i buy jug land,
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