' "• — 1 -I. .. ii. —!) ULLJgpMßMgwiiiiii 11 _ir""Y ; II I | || "i - THE STAR OE THE NORTH. it. W. Weaver Proprietor.] .VOLUME 3. TUB STAR OF TIIE KORTH It published cverp Thursday Morning, by 11. IV. WEAVER. OFFICE — Up stairs inJkrNetc Brick building on the south side of Main street, third square helutc Market. TERMS 4'WO Dollars per annum, if paid Within six months from the time of subscri bing; two dollars and fifty cents if not paid within the year. No subscription received Cor a less period than six months: no discon tinuance permitted uutil all arrearages are paid, unless at the optioft of the editors. ADVKRTISEM F.NTS not exceeding one square will be inserted three times for on# ddllpr,an(l Iwenty-five cents for each additionl inser tion. d liberal discount will be made to. those whi advertise by the year. fYam thq N. Y. Tribune. BPEAK ILOI.ULY I BY WM. OI.AND BOURNE. Speak boldly. Freemen ! while to-day The strife is rising fierce and higlf) Gird on the armor while ye may In holy deeds to win or die ; The Age is Truth's wide battle-field, The Day is struggling with the Night, ForFreodom hath again revealed A Marathon of holy right. Speak boldly, Hero ! while the foe Treads onward with his iron heel; Strike steady with a giant blow, And flash aloft the polished steel; Be true, O Hero ! to thy trust ! Man and thy God both look to thee ; Be true, or sink away to dust— i Be true, or hence to darkness flee. Speak bojdjy. Prophet ! Let the fire 01 Heave'n come down on altars curst, Where Baal priests and seers conspire To pay their bloody homage first; Be true, O Prophet ! Let thy tongue Speak fearless, for the word 9 are thine— Words that by morning stars were sung, And angels hymned in strains divine. Speak boldly, Toet! Let thy pen Be nerved with fire that may not die; Speak for the rights of bleeding men Who look to Heaven with tearful eye Bo true, O Poet I Let thy name Be honored where tho weak have trod. And in the summit of thy fame, Be true to Man ! Be true to God ! Speak boldly, Brothers! Wake, and Come ! The Aoakim are pressing on I In Eeapdom's strife be never dumb I - . GiW tlashing blades till all is won ! • Belwe, O Brothers! Truth is strong ! 'Tho foe shall sink beneath the sod— While love artd bliss shall thrill the song That Truth to Man, is Truth to God I From the Few York Dutchman. ledediab Doughkins and the "Bloo mer." BY HENRY HOWARD PAUL Jedediah Doughkins was a Yankee farm er, living a few miles from Bangor, in the Slate of Maine. Like most Yankee farmers, > he was possessed of a good share of the na tional characteristic shrewdness found in that class of New Englanders on the other side of the river Merrimack, "looking east," j though in the ways of the world and the times he was providentially verdant—as; much so as his own clover tops before bud- I ding. Jedcdian was a tall, kno'ty "speci mea," with round goggle eyes, long carroty ; hair, a good Matured mouth, only two of the front teeth were not at home, with a big seed wart on his nasal protuberance, which | latter, by the way, was far from a pug, droo. ping, as it were, like a fatigued willow over; a duck-pond. His usual dress—"the one ho j went about the house in"—consisted of a j pair of old ox-hlde boots, the seams of | which were always interlarded with hog's grease, which was done, as Jed said, "to : keep out the contarnal watera pair of trowsers made in the highest style of crude, ! home-spun art, of the very finest quality ol bed-ticking, which was perpetually to be . seen labelled at all the country shops. "Six cents a yard, by the piece coat, linsey woolsey, painfully shaggy, with an inconsis tently long tail, draggling about if lie happen- i ed '.o stoop, and which tapered down like the lellei V ; shirt, of coarse texture, un •tarched and unironed, with a collai ol broad dimensions, that two inches longer would ; have resembled a wilted monk's cowl, and jiover, by any chance, "stood straight up," i but bung over every which way, full of un- S defined crinks and crinkles ; vest, of an an- j and hosiery fell in a shower on the floor. "Oh, don't Jeddy, don't, and I'll never be a Bloomer agin'!" imploringly screamed his wife, wiping the cold perspiration off her > faco, and sinking at the fool of the bed. i "Pou're shure you'll never put them flap " jacks on your lags agin 1 ?" • "Never 1" "As true as yeour name's Betsy 'Melia Doughkins." ' "Never 1" i "Then I won't take yeour red sbawl, and 1 yoour blue gown, nor the Sunday fan, arid ride straddle into town on the grey mare." I "No, no—no, don't," eho blubbered. "I won't." And in less than half an hour, though f Mrs. Rhuty Tute told her she was "an ath lonishiu' weak woman," Mrs. Doughkins • had shed the "costume,"and resumad the II good old skill of every day life, much to the satisfaction of her husband, who gave her a kiss, looked black at the visitor, stroked his frowsy beaver, and vowed, that after 'all said and done, he was the "condarnest happiest cretnr alive, if people woulden't pizen his wife with new notions." It is almost needless to say, that Mrs. Je dediah Doughkins has never since attempted a "Bloomer." THE GREASED POLE; SHOWING HOW ZEKE PHILPOT OOT SOCKED IN, a THEN AGIN HOW HE DIDN'T. Ezekiah Philpot was born in America, somewhere near the head waters of the Pen obaool, and when he arrived at the age of nineteen he had 'got his growth' and cut his 'eye teeth,' a circumstance which was gen erally admitted by all who knew him. One bright morning in June, Zeke placed his long body into a clean shirt, run his longer legs through anew pair of striped trowsers, } wrapped a bran new waistcoat about his breast, hauled up his stiff starched cotton dicky, and tied a check gingham about his neck, and then donned the swollow-tailed coat, the brass buttons of which looked like a row of newly risen stars. Zeke was liter ally a pioneer in the 'Bloomer Costume,' at least so one would have thought to have seen him as he stood now. lie disdained to have his trowsers'-legs dan. gling in the mud, or to have the cuff* of his coat slopping in the wash-bowl; so his blue stockings deeped forth from beneath the tops of his cowhides and looked up full sis inches to the trowsers' bottoms, wltilo his bony wrists had free scope from either shirt sleeve or cuff. Zeke's hair, which was ol no color in particular but bore all the lighter shades of the vegetable kingdom, was down flat with pure bar's ile, and directly on the top of his head he put u white hat, somewhat resembling an inverted butler firkin, and al ter gazing at his presentment in the looking glass for four and a half minutes, he was heard to say— 'Thar, Mr. Zeke Philpot, if yeou don't slide on that, then I guess what ainl what, that's all.' Zeke was bound for Bosting with a load of genooine applo-sass, and he expected, ere he returned to make a slight commo tion, if not more, in the great metropolis. The old mare was harnessed, and in due coutse of time Zeke and his load arrived in Bosting, where the 'sass' was disposed of to good advantage, and with seventy-fivo dol lars in his pocket, our iiero began to look round to see the nights. ' 'JW-low !' exclaimed Zeke, as he stopped one morning before a blazing playcard which adorned one of the brick walls in the Flag Alley ; 'wat'n tarnation's that ? A Golden Ladder —a Road tu For——t-u-n-c—oh, fortin that's it—a road to fortin.' Zeke went on to decypbor the reading beneath, and gradually he obtained the in telligence that on the Back Bay there was to bo a pole twenty feet high, upon the top of which the proprietor would place a prize of S2OO, to be retained by any one who could obtain it. Chances $3. Wal, tew hundred dollars is some punk ins,' soloquized Zeke., 'l've clum some pooty skinny trees in my day. I'll jes' walk inter that feller's tew hundred, rot me if I deon't. With this feeling of cupidity, Zeke started for the scene of action, and 'twas not until he had run down a dozen apple-women in hi* course that he remembered his entire ig norance of where the Back Bay might be, and when this information was gained, lie happened to remember that the'old mare' hadn't been seen to. Zeke was economical in his horse-keep ing. He hired a single stall in a small shed near the Providence Depot, bought his own hay, and took care of his own animal Thither he hastened his steps, and having watered his beast, he took from his wagon box an old wool-card, and raked down the mare in the most approved manner, to be sure the steel teeth moved a leetle more harshly over the bones than usual, but then Zoke was in a hurry, for that 'tew hundred' was ir. his eye. At length, by dint of much inquiry, Mr. Ezekial Philpot found his way to the spot where the people had already began to col lect around the 'Golden Laddr.' '/M-low !'exclaimed Zeke, as he came up ; 'what's the chap wot keeps this 'ere pole ?' 'l'm the man,'answered a burly fellw with a red nose and a pimpled chin, who occu pied a chair near the pole; want to try a chance ? Walk up, gentlemen, walk up— ouiy three dollars. Who wants the two hun dred ? Who—' 'Hole on, ole feller,' interrupted Zeke; 'dew yet mean to say as heow't there's lew hundred dollars in that 'ere bag up t' lop o' that pole *' 'Certainly.' 'An' if 1 ken get it it's mine ?' 'You can have a chance for three dollars.' ' 'Xaclly. Wal, neow, there's yer Ihreo dollars, an' neow here's wot goes for the Hull lot.' Zeke divested himself ol his coat, rolled up his shirt-sleeves, and, giving a powerful leap, he grasped the pole about ten feet from the ground. A singlo second—not longer—he staid there, and then—slid back upon terra-firma. Zeke looked at his hands, and then down upon his striped trowsers. Then he looked at his hands again and, raising them to hia nose, while a deep, long smell seemed to set bis doubts and queries at rest, be uttered— ' The d 1! Hog's fit, by holey /' > A broad iatigh from the crowd soon brought Zeke to his senses, and convinced him that he had been sold. But ere he could find his tongue again, an old salt, about 'three sheets in the Wind,' paid for hia ohance and essayed to climb the pole.—The sailor bugged and tugged, got half way up, and then slid. The crowd laughed again, bu' this lime their attention was turned from Zeke to the new aspirant, and after wailing a moment in a sort of 'brown study,' our he ro quietly slipped away, remarking to the red nosed man that 'he was goin' to get three dollars, and then he'd be dauged if he didn't try it again.' In an hour Zeke was again upon the ground. 'Neow, ole feller, said lie to the man who took the entrance money, 'I want tew jisl try lhabere thing wnnst more, an' I want yew t' understau' 'at I shall jis' take off'my shews this time.' 'Got nothing in your stockings V suggest ed the red-nosed man. 'Notliin' but my feel,'returned Zeko as he planted thirteen inches of flesh and bones into the lap oi the querist. Zeke paid his three dollars, and, minus coat, vest and 'shews,' he grasped the pole. Slowly, yet steadily he crept up from the ground. He hugged like a blood-sucker to the greased pole, and by degrees he nrared the top. His hand was within a few feet of the bag of dollars, and he stopped to get breath. One more lift and then another, and —the prize was within his grasp. Zeko slid to the earth with two hundred dollars ! 'Thar! I knowd'd I could do it. I hain't clum spruces and white maples all my days for noth'n ! Good bye, folks, an' 'f onny of yeou ever cum down east, jist guv us a call.' Zeke left the crowd in wonder, and made the best of his way to his stable. He shu the door of the shed, and then pulling up his trowsers, he united from the inside of each knee one half of the steel-toothed leather of his old horse-card ! 'Wal, old Dobbin,' said Zeke, patting (lie mare affectionately on the back, while he held the pieces of card-leather in his hand, the sca'lerir.g teeth of which had been filed sharp, 'raythar guess I ken 'ford to buy yeou a new keard neow.— Boston Carpet Bag. EF" ,'fs Mr. Bluster at home ?' 'No sir,' said the servant, 'he is out of town.' 'When can I see him ?' 'I don't know. Have you any special business with Mr. Bluster V 'Yea, there is an account I wish to settle.' 'Well,' remarked ihs servant, ■! can't say when he will gel back.' 'But I wish to pay the bill, as I am to leave town immediately.' 'Oil ! yau wish to pay him some money Well, perhaps I may be mistaken—he may be up stairs. Please walk in sir, your hat if you please, sir; Mr. Bluster will be with you in a momont.' EF In Fewbury, Counecticut, in 1673, a jury of a dozen old women held an inquest on the body of Elizabeth Hunt. The fol lowing verdict, verbatim el literatim, was ren dered, and, dnublloss, was perfectly conclu sive and satisfactory : 'VVe judge, according to our best light and continents, that the death of said Elizabeth was not by aqj- yiolentoi wrong dun by any person or thing, but by- sum sudden stopping ot her breath.' EF An Irishman passing down street the other day, discovered a one dollar bill laying on the pavement. Ho eyed the cratur suffi ciently to ascertain that it was of the stamp of one on which the day previous he had lost ten cents byway of discount 'Bad iuok to the like o' ye /'exclaimed Pat, as he pas sed on ; 'there ye may lie ; devil a finger will I put on ye, lor I lost ten cents by a a brother of ye'a'yeaierday. 1 GEOGRAPHY. —'How many poles are there?, —'Three.' 'Name them.' 'The North Pole the South Pole, and the 'Pole which knock ed down tho Persimons.' 'Right. Next, i Which is the principal sea in Europe ?' 'Tho sea of Rome,' 'Very good. Which are the principal capes in the United Slates ?' 'The capes of fashion.' 'Good. What kind of fish are most common ?' 'Cod fish aristoc racy.' EF A French commandor, who, during an engagement, had kept liiraseff prudent ly enscouced in a mill, was after victory, loudly oxlolled by one of his partizans. 'He retains,' oried the eulogist, 'covered wilii glory.' 'You had better say with flour /' remarked a bystander. IF" Poor bans be bit himself mil a snatlie-rake and vash sick into his bed for six long wneeks in de month of August and all da dime he zay vater 1 Vater 1 and he did cat notin tit he gomplained of be ing better, so ash lie coutd stand upon his elbow and eat a little tea. tsr An eloquent preacher paused in the middle of hia sermon, and remarked; 'it I were at home, (meaning his own churoh) I would say something abont going to sleep bnt a* I am not, I forbear.' In an instant, heads which had been quietly resting on the adjacent pew backs, straightened up. EF The man who ascended Bunker Hill Monument on the outside, to avoid the pay ment of tbe eniraaoe fee, was arrested last week and bound over for trial. He appeals to the higher law in justification, [Two Dollars per AnRUm. NUMBER 48." From Ike New York DiOehman, Crnmbs tor all Kindt of Cklcluff.' "Mr. Shotvrfian, what's that I" "That, my clear, ia the Ring-tail monkey. | He swings by the tail till he gets (be appo plexy, when he falls into a swoon, a little oil' the boil. He ramo from New Holland, where he feeds on nuts and c.ther vegetables of the animal kingdom, which grows sponta neously in the desolate rigion. He was brought to this country as a present from the Caliph of Bagda 1 to General Jackson, and was deposited in the archires of the govern ment till be was translated into this here co!-" lection or Natural History, by. the author of the Stuffed Zebra. Valk in, gentlemen upjJ | ladies, and see what you shall see. Admia- ~ sion 25 cents—no liextra charge for blind people. Children half price—no peepin' over the fence. Little boy, get off that cart, Tarn that horgun, Bill, here comoa a green' W "Please sir, lend poppy y our knife to maka a pen with." "Certainly, my 6on, here it is." Youth retires with the knife, and returns IS about an hour. "Please sir, here's your knife ; poppy's done with it." "I should think ho was. Why, what the devil has he been doing with it? I (bought he wanted it to make a pen V "So he did; but I forgot to say it was a pig-pen." Exit youth a little in advance of an ohf boot The author of the Hexagonal Syrup, has just invented a new salve "for taking on* fire." A gentleman who "burnt his fingers" in speculating in cotton, says a shilling's wo rth got up "such a reaction in his feelings" that he went into Wall street arid so content • ed on Harlem railroad stock, that in less than an hour he was as whole as ever. Pious invalids are always worse on Mon day ih in any oilier day of the week. The cause of this, is the bad air they meet with in most of our churches on the Sabbath. A physician of our acquaintance says he never cured a man of consumption, who persisted in going "regularly to meeting." Ilere'i a fact that our architeets and divines would do well to dwell on. That California is certainly a great placet. A correspondent at San Francisco writes ua that he has seen beets as big as lamp posts, while the commonest kind of cala "measure as big" as New-York carrots, and are sliced up for tea like our white radishes. —That 1 young gentleman bee either nrr. ■ grot deal, or else "lie's some" on lying. Doobs says people would live longer, if they were not afraid of dying. The very means we lake to "prevent catching cold," is tbe very means thai bring about consump tion. Fire-heated sleeping-rooms do more* towards keeping up the* value of drugs and hearses, than all the wet feet that ever wa* pod Dr. March says tho best cure for hystericsi is to discharge the servant girl. In his opin ion, there is nothing like "flying around" to keep the nervous system from becoming un strung. Some women think they want a phy sician, he says, when they only need a scrub bing brush. "Mr. Jones, you said you wore connected with the fine arts. Do you mean by that that you are a sculptor ?" "No, sir, I don't sculp, myself, bat I fas nish the stone to the man what does." Jones mas be looked upon as a distant re lation of the Chisel family. The poetry signed "Pasanius," has been received. We regret to sny that not a man in the office can read a line of it. The au thor is somewhat connec'ed, we should think, with our friend Deodatus Wright, the •Recorder of Albany, a gentlemen who writes three different hand-'. One a stranger can't read—one his clerks can't read—while ! the third is so scrawled that he oan't read it himself. The "poetry" is, of course, sub ject to the draft of the owner. I RATHER EQUIVOCAL —Smithers, in speak ing of one of the etherials connected with the Biondway Theatre, says she is as beau- I tilul as spring, and almost as verdant. Who is Smithers driving at now ? TIME AND TlDE. —Onoe these agents wait ed for nobody, now nobody waits for them. , —The telegraph outstrips the one, while the iron horse er.ables us to dispense with the other. In riding on "the rail," always take a seat just in the rear of a fat old gentleman. In case of a collision, he breaks the hurt won derfully. Men, like, roosters, were made for proteo tors. I.et an accident happen on a railroad, and m lesa than a minute every woman in the cart will be hugging tbe breath out of some masculine or other. In time of dan ger, the sex will have no confidence in any thing but corduroy. The lemon-scented nincompoos of Brook, lyn give a grand ball week after next. Ma* agers, Squirt & Brothers, of the Dry Goods Clerks Association. Williamsburg offers a premium of 8500 for the best way of making bread, "so that it will last." The following recipe we have always found successful Buy sonr flour, and let those who are to ast it see a dirty-noae girl make it into rolls- A FOOL—Any body who buys new boots when about starting on a pleaanirtrip. c