THE STAR OF THE NORTE R. W. Weaver Proprietor.] VOLUME 3. THE STAR OF TIIE NORTH Is published every Thursday Morning, by H. W. WEAVER. OFFICE—Up stairs in tkeNevj Brick building on the south side of Main street, third square below Market. TERMS Two Dollars per annum, if paid within six months from the time of subsj bing ; two dollars and fifty cents if not jpaid within the year. No subscription received for a less period than six months: no discon tinuance permitted until all arrearages are paid, unless at the option of tho editors. ADVERTISEMENTS not exceeding one square will be inserted three times forone dollar,and ■twenty-five cents for each additionl inser tion. A liberal discount will be made to those who advertise by the year. MORNING AND EVENING. BY JAKE CRAY. On the shore of a dim and misty sea, With a broad green field before him, j Stood a childish form, in the early morn, With the blue sky hanging o'er him ; And his heart leaped forth to the glad green ; earth, Like a fountain to freedom springing;; For blossoming trees waved tbere IU the breeze, And birds in the boughs were singing. But a voice from behind fell on his ear; "Though bright .the sunshine o'er thee, O, child, beware of the lurking snaro That lies in the path before thee !" And the youth went forth to the Field of Life, With a high soul's firm endeavor; But the warning word in the morning heard In his heart was treasured ever. Years were gone—and an old man stood On the verge of a swelling ocean, And the foamy spray on his looks ol gray Was tossed by the wild commotion ! The MORN -was past —and the glorious NOON ; At the TwiLiutiT HOUR we find him, With its shadows dim encircling him And the Field of Life behind him. But ho looked not back—his eyes were fixed On the misty sea before him ; For he knew if the sun ot life was gone Heaven's starlight still was o'er him. So he gazed with a calm, untroubled brow, 'Till the mist grew an angel's pinion, And it bore him away to a brighter day In the spirit's high dominion ! GUILTY, BUT DRUNK! I DAN. MARBLE'S STORY OR THE GEORGIA JUDGE, j Not a few of our readers, West and South, J who had the pleasure of an intimate acquain. ' tance with Dan Marble, will recognise the irresistable etory tre used to i'tell" of the -to- I len spoons and the Georgia Judge. Col. j liradbury, we believe, once dressed up the joke and set it agoing, and partially in that 1 guise we give it a place in the annals of .the , comedian:— "Many years ago, while the State of Geor gia was yet ir. its infancy, an eccrentic crea- { tare, named Btown, was one of the Circuit , Judges. He was a man of considetablc ability, of inflexible integrity, and much I beloved and reppecled by all the legal pro fession, but he had one fault. His social qualities would lead him, despite his judg- ! ment, into frequent excesses. In travelling I the Circuit it was his almost invariable hab it, the night before opening the Court, to get ! •'comfortably corned,' by means of applian- J ces common upon such occasions. If he couldn't succeed while operating upon bis own hook, the gentlemen of the law would generally turn and help him. "It was in the spring of the year, taking his wife—a model of a woman in her way— in the old-fashioned, but strong 'carry-all,' lie journeyed some forty miles, and reached tthe viMage where the 'court' was to be open ■eil next day. It was along in the evening of .Sunday that he arrived at the place, and took sip his quarters with a relation of his 'better half,' by whom the presence of the official dignitary was considered a singular honor. After supper Judge Brown strolled over to the only tavern in the town, where he found many old friends, called to the place, like , himself, on important professional business, j and who were proper glad to meet him. | " 'Gentlemen,' said the Judge, "tis quite J a long time since we have enjoyed a glass together—let us take a horn all around. Of course, Sterritt (addressing the landlord,) you have better liquor than you had the last time we were her£—the stuff you had then was not fit to give -a dog.' "Sterritt, who hod cherge of the house, { pretended that everything was right, and so they went to work. It is unnecessary to en large upon a drinking bout in a country lav* em—it will quite answer our purpose to slate that somewhere in the region of midnight the Judge wended his very devious way tow ards his temporary home. About the time be vu leaving, however, some young barris ters, fond of a 'practical joke,' and not much afraid of the bench, transferred all the silver spoons of Sterritt to the Judge's pocket. "It was eight o'clock on Monday morning that the Judge rose. Having indulged in Jbo process of ablution and abstertion, and partaken 01 0 cheerful and refreshing break fast, he went to his room to prepare himselt for the duties of the day. " 'Well, Polly,' said ho to his wife, 'I feel much better than I expected to feel after ihfl frolic of last night.' " 'Ah, Judge,' said she, reproachfully, 'vou are getting too old—you ought to leave off that business now.' " 'Ab, Polly, what's the use of talking ?' "It was ot t&is precise instant of time tha?l the Judge, having put on his overcoat, was i proceeding according to his usual custom, to give his wife a parting kiss, that ho hap pened, in thrusting his hand into his pocket, ' BLOOItfSBURG, COLUMBIA COUNrf?PA., TfITURSDAY, NOVEMBER 20, 1851. to lay hold of Sterritt's spoons. He pulled them out. With an expression of horror al most indescribable, he exclaimed— " -My God ! Polly !> " 'What on earth's the matter, Judge ?' " 'Just look at these spoons.' " 'Dear me, where'd you gel them ?' "'Get them? Don't you seethe initials on them ?'—extending them towards l.or— 'l stole them!' " 'Stole them, Judge ?' " 'Yes, stole them !' 11 'My dear husband, it can't be possible— from whom ?' " 'From Sterritt, over there—his name is on them.' " Good heavens .' how could it happen V " 'I know very well, Polly—l wa3 very drunk when I oame home, wasn't I ?' " 'Why, Judgej you know your old habit when you gel among those lawyers.' " 'But I was very drunk ?' " 'Yes, you was-' " 'Was I remarkably so when I got borne, Mrs. Brown V " 'Yes, Judger drunk as a fool, and forty times as stupid.' " 'I thought so,' said tho Jud;.e, dropping into a chair in extreme despondency—'l knew it would come to that at last. I have always thought that something would hap pen to me—that I should do something very wrong—kill somebody in a moment of pas sion, perhaps—but I never imagined that I should be mean enough to be guilty cf de liberate larceny.' " 'But there may be some mistake, Judge.' j " 'No mistake, Polly. I know very well how it came about. That fellow, Sterritt, keeps the meanest sort of liquor, and always did—liquor mean enough to make a man do any sort of a mean thing. 1 have always said ifwas mean enough to make a man steal, i and now I have a practical illustration of tho fact.' And the old man burst into tears. " 'Don't be a child,' said his wife, wiping away the tears, 'go, like a man, over to Ster ritt, tell him it was a little bit of a frolic— pass it off as a joke—go and open court, and nobody will ever think of it again.' "A little ot the soothing system operated upon the Judge, as such things usually do, his extreme mortification was finally sub dued, ane over to Sterritt's he went, with a I tolerable face. Of course he had but little difficulty in settling with him; for, aside from the fact that the Judge's integriiy was. unquestionable, he had an inkling of the joke that had been-played. "Judge Brown ptoceeiled -to Court, and took his seat; but spoons and bad liquor— bad liquor and spoons—liuuor, spoons, drunk, larceny, and Judge Brown, was so mixed up in his'worship's' bewildered head, that he felt awful pale, if ho did not look so. In fact, the Judge fell cut down, and his usu al self-possessed manner of disposing of bu siness, his diction and decisions were not what Judge Brown had been noted for. Several days had passed away, and the business of the court was drawing towards a close, when one morning, a rough looking sort ol a customer was arraigned on a charge of stealing. After the clerk had read the jn diutment to him, he put the usual question ; " 'Guilty or not guilty ?' '''Guilty, but drunk,' answered the pris oner. " 'What's that plea?' exclaimed lite Judge who was half dozing upou the bench. " 'He pleads guilty, but says he was drunk/ ! replied the clerk. " '"Viiat's the charge against the man ?' " 'He is indicted for grand larceny.' " 'What's the case V " 'May it please your honor,' said the prosecuting attorney, 'the man is regularly indicted for stealing a large sum from the Columbus Hotel'' " 'He is, eh? and he pleads'— " 'He pleads, guilty, but drunk.' "The now fully aroused, i " 'Guilt)', hut drunk 1 This is a most ex traordinary plea. Young man, are yon cer tain you were drunk.' " 'Yes, sir' " 'Where did you get your liquor?' " 'At Sterritt's.' ( " 'Did you gel none nowhere else V " 'Not a drop, sir." " 'You got drunk o.i his liquor, and after wards stole his money ?' "Yes. sir.' " 'Mr. Prosecutor,' said the Judge, 'do mo the favor to enter a nolle prosequi in that man's case. The liquor of Sterritt's is mean enough to make a man do anything dirty. I got drink on it the other day myself, and stole all Sterritt's spoons—release the prisoner, Mr. Sheriff. I adjourn the the Court.' " The mission of Washington—Union A. mong Men. BY C. 11. WILEY, OF NORTH CAROLINA. For nearly six thousand years the world was without one pure patriot ; for nearly six thousand years our race had been making progress before it produoed a soldier with out ambition, a statesman without guile, a ruler who preferred to live under equal laws rather than be the law himself. He had been looked for: through the long years of injustioe and misrule, of fraud and force, his expected coming shed a hope in the hearts of men. And often it seemed that be had come; but they who ran to meet him and laid offerings at his feet were smote with iron rods and delivered into bon dage. Still this hope gathered strength, and the race advanced in the attributes of him who came to redeem it from its fallen estate. "The Lord plan ted,a garden eastward in Eden," and there he put roan, formed in hie own image, the possessor of life and happi ness. But he was templed and fell, and his estate forfeited ; and, with a curse upon his head, he was driven from paradise. West ward, his face was set ; and westward his children were still driven leaving their pater nal estate, the happy mansion of their fath er behind- | Westward, still westward they continued ; to go ; but though they were ever leaving ; their ancestral abode still farther in the rear, j they were all the time coming nearer to the 1 condition which man onc9 there enjoyed. ] Their exile was designed to chasten, soften, and purify their [corrupted natures ; and at each remove, instead of dragging a heavier I chain, their yoke beoame eaeiet and their. burdens lighter. Still onward they went in | their pilgrimage, forbid to look: backward or turn back, the avenger pursuing at their ) heels; but they carried a covenant with them, and they often stopped to read and scan and study its promises. ' Thus they fled until they reached the shores of the Great Western or Atlantio Ocean; and on its borders they multiplied ! and increased in comfort arid knowledge i But the spirit of Cain still pressed upon and j scourged them ; and then they took ship i ping and with their covenant and its promis es bade adieu to eastern land, committing themselves and their hopes to the wide sea, steering westward, though nothing but the bleak sea was before them. They found land, a new world of primeval forests ; and here their hopes grow brightor and their hearts stronger, while their minds expanded with new ideas and happier fancies. But the oppresror still pursued and overtook them ; and they looked again to be driven westward to find their expected champion and their resting-place. But he arose in their midst : and they prepared to stand their ground, and to fight here the battle of liber ty and of right. They heard and heeded a word to which human ears had .been strangers since the | strife betweeu Adam's sons : they received I and cherished a counter-charm greater than j 'bat "divide and govern" maxim which since 1 '.he days of Nimrod, had worked such won- 1 ders for kings and politicians. That precious 6ecret, that potent talisman was the word Union —it blended the hearts of the common people into one mighty heart, whose pulsa- ; tions sent a healthful 1 glow over the whole I country ; it ombodied the just impulses of our buter nature into om living mnw of op- i poseless principle, that spoke the same uter nal truths with a thousand voices of thun- j der, atld it bound up in one resistless arm | the whole patriot-strength of oppressed hu- i mqpily. This compact heart was a heart of power and courage ; this blended sentiment was a consuming fire; this united strength an over-match for any human force. "Divide anil enihve shouted old Oppres sion from beyond the sea: "Unite and be free I" whispered the spirit of Washington, j They did unite : and this compact humani- j ty, like a mighty Briareus with a thousand | arms, struck back at pursuing tyranny, over- I whelmed and trampled on it, and shook off the chains from its sturdy limbs. The mission of Washington was fulfilled ; he laid aside the sword and the insigna of power, he enthroned law in the seat of jus tice, in the seat which he himself had filled and resigned, and he bowed to it and hailed it as his ruler, and the ruler of all—God's only vicegerent on earth. The hope of hutnanity was reached—its Washington had come—and as he descen ded into the grave, he called his followers a bout him and gave them his parting bles sing and his, dying counsel. He told them how much they bad gained, anil how they had gained it; and he told them how they could retain the blessings they had achiev ed. His eye surveyed the extent, the beauty and gtealness of the country which had been partially redeemed from the curse pro nounced on Adam; earnestly and affection ately gazed at the busy and happy throngs that watched for his last benediction ; and his heart swelled within him as he solemnly uttered the last promptings of his patriotic spirit, "Be united and free !" and then pas sed forever from the abode of mortals. So far we have obeyed his injunction and inherited his blessing. The wilderness has given way to fields and meadows and gar dens ; cities and towns and villages coverall the haunts of the deer and buffalo ; our riv ers are crowded with ships and boats; our people fly from province to province on the wings of steam ; our thoughts and wishes are communicated to our friends scattered ail over this fair land, by the viewless mes sengers of the olouds. We are thrifty—we are free—we are increasing with amazing rapidity in strength, and substance, and comfort. In the midst of our abundance we are se6ure : we are sovreign, owe alle giance to no man, and pny tribute to no man. We make laws to suit ourselves— we fight no man's battles, wo reap where we sow, and go whither we list. A healthy, vigorous, and intrepid humanity has sprung from and taken the place of the deceased bruised bodies that offend the eye in other lands ; and it has spread its thrifty branches to the limits of the continent. I said that at each remove of our race from its birth-place, its cqqdition was im proved ; that lrom the beginning of its ex ile it had bean slowly regaining some of the precious things lost by the grand shipwreck of Adam. Modern science has revealed another faot: we now know that in our pro- TntS ul RigH-~os.ua r CMBlry. gress westward we have been in fact on the road—a long and weary one it has been— but we have actually been on the road to the east. And now, from the borders of the western sea, the children of Washiugton ex tend to the Southern or Pacific; and just be yond this Pacific is the east, the starting point. We have arrived in view of this our first abode; we have made the circuit of the earth in exile, and are now 'approaching the paternal hearth, redeemed, regenerated, and disenthralled. Happy and pround, erect and hopeful, the children of Adam gaze across the Pacific, upon the scenes of their fathers' glory and disgrace ; and with free limbs, and renovated hearts and joyful reoollections of perils past, or dangers overcome, and crimes expatiated, hail the old ancestral home. Nature there glows in all her ancient glories ; there are still the golden skies, the spicy groves and the unfading flowers of paradise. But a brooding curse inflicts the air; the flowers still bear the stain of Abel's blood. And they who have lingered there are still branded with the marks of Cain ; death moral death, still hov ers over and about litem, and the dreadful doom pronounced on the first sinning man and woman has, with aggravated horrors, been their constant portion. But now, from the east of them, a light has dawned upon them ; from them the light of Christianity has dawned upon their long long night of gloom. And with the name of Christ and the Christian's hope comes a new name; and it is whispered in the dungeons and castles, in the dens of wretchedness and the places of pride. It kindles an unwonted glow in withered heart of philanthropy ; it strings tho nerveless arm of palfiolism, and awa kens a new song on the lips of eastern bards. Like the shadow of a great sock in a wea ry land it is a refuge and a comfort ; and they who have heard it, look out and are a mazed. They see a silent coast become suddenly alive with a new and noisy and bustling race of people, building cities, cov ering the waters with travelling palaces, founding great states, and administering jus tice and keeping order without the aid of ar mies or of soldiets. And they see among these people men, with something of the e reot bearing and majestic presence of Adam and women in whose faces shine glimpses ol that spiritual light of those morning hues which graced the first mistress of Eden. These are the people who cherish that name which has awakened hope in tho east tho people in wfaeao Amm *e engraved tho greal name of Washington. In the centre of their country stands .'he city called for hitn ; and from it, to the remotest extremes of that extended country, radiate law and justice, protecting, governing, and support ing all the vast multitudes of people who cover that wide country with the improve ments, the comforts, conveniences, and or uamenls of art and science. And over them floats a meteor flag which none dare insult or tonch with irreverent hands; a flag which on the Andes und Him malayah mountains, in the deserts of Ara bia, and in the polar wastes, renders secure from the hostile or plundering hand of ma i, savage or civilized all who repose beneath it. It is a charmed flag ; on its starry lolds is fixed a charm more powerful than ever adhered to sacred stone or relic, to letters or firmans or passports of kings and potentates. It is word which made us* free ; it is the word which lias led us to glory and to pow er—it is the ever-blessed, the all-powerfuli the all-conquering word, UNION. E. Plunbus Unum, that is its motto ! one out of many, that is the talisman ic sentence which protects the American citizen, the citizen of the United States, in all quarters of the earth. He is never alone, he is never unguarded ; like a great monarch, protect ting hosts march by his side, hosts that are belter than the guards of kings, for they are hosts of his brethren. And on ho goes, withersoever his interest or his inclinations lead him ; he pushes his researches in all the corners, and nooks, and holes of this i planet; he plants himself and bis customs, and takes his comfort, and follows his de sires, a free, vigorous, inventing, managing, cheerful man, sovreign and independent iu all zones and all latitudes, all fearing, re specting, and giving precedence to him over whose head is emblazoned that warning sen tence, E. PlurUnu Unum I Harm him not, lor he is one of many bretherent That is the language which our banner speaks ; that is the language which the divided and fratric-! idol tribes of the east look on with wonder and delight. With hands red with the blood j of brethren, with dejected mien and scow ling faces, our ancestors srarted on their ex ile westward lrom the pleasant site of "the garden ol the Lord ;" with bands of music, and cheerful songs, and majestic stride, they approach again their paternal hearthstone, while upon their flaunting banners flash (ho wordß "Liberty and Union, one and insepa rable, now and forever!" A SENSIBLE REPLY. —During the exami nation of a witness, as to the locality ol the stairs in the house, the counsel asked him, "which way did the stairs run ?' The wit ness, who by ihe by is a noted wag, replied, "That one way they ran up stairs, but that I the other way they ran down stairs." The learned counsel winked both eyes, and then took a look at the ceiling.. HP The Evening Post says whole rows of new houses in Ihe upper part of the city of | New York, are now standing unsold and tin ' tenanted. EXTRACT FROM THE LIFE OF DAN MARIILE. Towards the close of Dan.'s apprentice- 1 ship, lie became what is called stage struck. Hartford afforded few incentives to study the profession, or means of judging what it was all about; but Dan. had caught the fever, and it affected him in about the same way it affects thousands who get into that way. Everything around him assumed a dram atic hue, or was turned to stage account. A journeyman "Smith," at work in the shop of Dan.'s master, was an old stager; that is, he had ieen the foot lights often, if ho had not exactly snuffed their exhalations. This man kindled Dan. Marble's "penny dtp" ol stage enthusiasm into a perfect flambeau of drea my longings for a glance at the great actors and immense play-houses of New York. Dan. caught "snatches" of tragedy, drama, and farce, from his old friend, and the con sequence was, that everything touched, look ed at, or turned up, was converted into a weapon oj defence or onslaught, and theat rically addressed or dismissed. As he bur nished a piece of silver ware— "Out, out, damned spot!" would accom pany his frictional efforts with buff and pow der. One day, Dan.'s master came in, in the midst of a great harranguing of the "greasy citizens" of Rome, by Brutus and Marc An thony : the journeyman and apprentice, some half dozen other operatives and idlers look ing on, and the whole functions of the silver smithery being in a State of suspended oper ation. Of course Dan. felt flat ns panoakes, and got a moral lecture a yard long. But the next day or two gave the boss another ink ling into what was going on during his ab sence. Entering the shop rather hurriedly tho boss, in a state cf agitation better concei ved than described, sees his apprentice stret ched out upon the floor, the journeyman standing over him, and in a voice and with a face terribly worked up, screwing the po- j ker into the dying body of poor Dan., and , in an awful long guttural, gasping— "Down, DOWN (giving the poker a savage- j rous jcretc,) to he-e-e-tf (another screw,) and I say I sent you there !" The first impulse of the "boss" was to run ! out—nobody else than those described being in the shop—call in the noighbors, and se cure the murderer; but changing his mir.d, the boss was about to pitch into the blood stained jur. and secure him himself, when UD jumpa Dan ami ananltoJ to wk. blushing like a boiled lobster/ "Dan. Marble," says the "boss," feeling much eisier in his boots, "this won't do. Now, sir, you must quit this infernal non sense, or you and I'll have a settlement. And yon, sir," to the cheap feeling jur., "may quit my shop if you are to turn it into a playhouse, sir!" ' Like the boy caught in the thief trap, ihey hadn't a word to say, but "ripped" into their work like a bouse afire. Not long after this, the moral ears of the boss were saluted with such a storm of sai lor talk in the garret, on Sunday, that he ver ily believed a dozen man-of-war's men had got up there ; but crawling into the precincts quietly, he found Mr. Dan. Marble, and his crony the journeyman, going it like bricks— Dan., as a sailor, talking about swinging off the yardarm, and confrere as a dozen ship mates, receiving shares of "poor Jack's— "poor William's," rather—goods and chat tels. The next day the journeyman stepped out for New York, and Dan. Maible was caution ed not to do so any more! Whether Dan. left on "French leave," or a Paddy's furlough, or whether he ws s bound apprentice for a specified term, without referenoe to age, we know not ; but certaiu it is, Dan. Marble stepped ashore one morning from a boat on the North Riverside of Gotham shortly after the above noted time. And as he was only about nineteeu or twenty years ot age, he was probably set a little ahead by his father in his identures to his master. This, we take it, waa the true version of the case. WEIGHT ANO MEASURES.— The following table of the number of pounds of various articles to a bushel may be of interest to our farmer friends; Of wheat, sixty pounds. Of shelled corn, fifty six pounds. Of corn in tire cob, seventy pounds. Of rye, fifty-six pounds. Of barley, forty-eight pounds. Of potatoes, s : xty pounds. Ot beans, sixty pounds. Of bran, twenty pounds. Of clover seed, sixty pounds. Of timothy seed, forty-five pounds. Of flax seed, fifty-six pounds. Of hemp seed, forty-four pounds. Of buckwheat, fifty-two pounds. Of blue grass seed, fourteen pounds. Of castor beans, forty-six pounds. Of dried peaches, thirty-three pounds. Of dried apples, twenty-four pounds. Of onions, fifty-seven pounds. Of salt, fifty pounds. ur We never knew ol a sagacious, en terprising business man but what advertised. All who do this systematically make money. CF Every man has three characters, one which his enemies give him ; one given him by his friends ; and one which he real ly merits. John Case is about to remove his quarters to Milton with his newspaper. The Has-trtth n Brick in his Hat. I'll tell you a tale quite flat, (But the first one on the docket,) Of a man who stood with a brick in his hat, And his hand in his breeches pocket. He stood in a mournful way, And muttered a single d n, Then sung out a doleful lay 'fwas the drunkard's song of tho dram "Dram ! dram ! dram ! Morning, noon, and night; Dram ! dram dram ! Till I've almost lost my sight: For my eyes are running—red— And my hat's without a crown; I've a terrible pain in my head, And my boots are alt run down ; My boots are all rtm down, And I am run down too; I find I've been done brown— Jewhiiikeus I what shall I do I I am out of credit and cash, (He sang it with a sigh,) If 1 had it I,d cut a dash, And drink this grocery dry." But the rain was falling fast, And the wind was getting cold, So he laid htm down at last, With his story half untold. | Next morn he was seep, lying flat, And O, 1 think 'twas a sin— This man we left with a brick in his hat, Was found too dead to skin ! Young man, when taking a horn, Just think of this drunken youth, And I think you'll "acknowledge the corn," That I am good at telling the truth. i WM. I'. DAVIS. Paris, Tenn. July 27, 1851. THINGS WORTH KNOWING, Lcwenhock says that there are more ani mals in the mill of a single fish than there are men upon the earth. Herodotus, a Greek Historian, states that w lien he was in Egypt, the Egyptian priest • told him that they had a tradition, that the sun rose twice in the west, and set twice in the east! x Cotton was firs t planted in the United States, in the year 1789. Isinglasr is made from the entrails of a fish. The ancient Persians trained their chil dren to speak the truth, and to live strictly temperate. All bodies or substances, have impenetra bilitJL axtsn,iaa r tjgii.o' .Ui/utbtltiy, invrtt*, and attraction. Holbach says, Liberty, to man, is the fac- i ulty of doing, for his own peculiar happiness | everything which does not injure or dimin- ( ish the happiness of his associates; and that 'rights are every thing which society, by equitable laws, permits each individual to do for his own peculiar felicity. Night is composed of seven colors—red, blue, green, violet, orange, yellow and in digo. Aniisthines, a Greek phylosopher, who lived about four hundred years before Christ, taught that virtue consists in being indepen- j dent of circumstances, and that, to maintain j this, our wants should be reduced to the i smallest number. Sago is produced from the pith of the lun-! Lan tree ; which grows in the East Indies. The senses are—sight, touch, hearing, smell, and las'.e ; they are the means by which wo know the qualities of objects. Gunpowder is composed of saltpetre, sul phur and charcoal. The words, east and west, north and south are merely relative terms. Pythagoras, the great philosopher, being asked his opinion of a friend, replied, he is a second self! Aristotle recommended prudence as the foundation of all the virtues. Musk is produced from an animal abou ( the size of goat, a native of the East Indies. Gas is extracted from oil ; but nioro gen erally from coal; it is air, but much lighter than common air. Tho ancients represented Venus, the God- ! dees of love and beauty, as treading upon a tortoise, indicating that virgins ought not to ramble from home ; and ilia' married women ought to be silent, love their | own home, and govern their family. Mr. Dick says, that since the creation of j the world, about fourteen thousand millions, of human beings have been slain in the va- j rious wars that man has waged against his fellow man ! Charity and hospitality ate tho first duties enjoined by Mahomet in the Koran. The mahogany tree grows in the island of Jamaica, Central America, and the southern part of East Florida.— Saturday Courier. (7* The most interesting sight is that ol a young lady, with eyes like a '-gazelle," a voice like a "silver trumpet," with "lips like rubies," and with "cheeks that have stolen the carnation from the deathless rose,' | and her mouth full of—gingerbread. SIGNIFICANT. —Most of the factories in Connecticut nave stopped, on account of low water — Fact. . 'Taint so ! The Whig papers say it ain't so. They say it's the "I.ooofoco Tariff," and don't they know l—Philada. Argus. ty A friend of ours says he would have always remained single, Out he ooulda't af ford it. What it cost him for 'gais and ice cream,' is more thai he now pays to bring up a wife and eight children. Bachelors should think of this. [Two Dollars per Araa; NUMBER 43. RELIGION IN THE tNITEh STATES. De Tocqueville's work on Democracy in Americn, has enjoyed a very great popularity in Frandfe. The thirteenth e