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BV J 0. SAX.
Again I hear that creaking step 1
He's rapping at the door !
Too well 1 know the boding sound
That ushers in a bore.
1 do not tremble when I meet
The stoutest of my foes,
But heaven defend me from the friend
Who comes—but never goes.
He drops into my easy chair,
And asks about the news;
Peers into my manuscript,
And gives his candid views;
He tells me where he likes the line
And where he's forced to grieve ;
He takes the strangest liberties—
But never takes his leave !
He reads my daily papers through
Before I've seen a word ;
He scans the lyric (that 1 wrote)
And thinks it quite absurd ;
He calmly smokes my last cigar.
And cooly asks for more ;
He open 9 everything he sees—
Except the entry door!
He talks aboutjhis fragile health,
And tells me of the pains
He suffers from a score of ills
Of which he ne'er complains ;
And how heuptrnggled once with death
To k"ep tte fiend at bay ;
On themes like those away he goes—
But never goes away 1
Ho tells me of the carping words
Some shallow critic wrote,
And every precious pargraph
Familiarly can quote
He thinks the writer did me wrong,
He'd like to run him through !
He says a thousand p'easant things—
But never says "Adieu!"
When'er he comes—that dreadful man—
Disguise it as I may,
I know that like an autumn rain,
He'll last throughout the day,
In vain 1 speak of urgent tasks ;
In vain I scowl and pout ;
A frown is no extinguisher—
It does not put him out!
I mean to take the knocker off;
Put crapo upon the door ;
Or hint to John that I am gone
To stay a month or more.
I do not tremble when I meet
The stoutest of my loes 1
Bill Heaven defend me from the friend
Who never, never goes!
Tbt Irish Root Doctor.
II appeared best to the excise commis
sioners of the town of M——,of New
York, to refuse license for the sale of Jr.- |
loxicating liquors to all persons save a doc
(orof known integrity- and strong temper
ance principles who promised tint to sell
except for medicinal or mechanical pur
poses. One Wheeler, an eccentric Irish
cobbler, longed for a quiet drink, and with
a sober air and smooth tongue, petitioned
the doctor for a quart of gin.
"For what purpose do you wish ill" ask
ed the doctor.
"Sure, doctor, I've been very bad for
, nearly ten days back with a great goneness
in my stomach, and not a haper of good
can I get from anything in these turns but
gin to soak some roots in."
"And do you tell me, upon your honor,
Wheeler, that you wish the gin to soak
some roots in, and to be taken as medicine
for a weak stomach?"
"Faith, as 1 live, doctor, I only want the
gin to soak some roots."
The doctor, confident from his sallow ap
pearance that the man was sick, and that a
little tonic bitters would not hurt him, filled
tlia quart bottle and received his pay.—
Wheeler, on reaching the sidewalk, fronted
the doctor, who was still standing in the
door, placed his thumb upon his nose, and
made sundry gyrations with the fingers,
While with the other hand he placed the bot
tle lo his mouth and took a long, invigora
ting guzzle of the gin.
"Stop 1" cried the doctor ; "you gave
your word of honor that you only wanted
gin to soak some roots, and here you are
drinking yourself dead drunk."
"Faith, doctor, and I'm after telling you
tio lies. I wanted the gin to soak the roots
*>f mo tonge which was so dry I could nev
er swallow a mouthful of meat to strength
en myetomach."
L*D? ( (to discontented domestic.) "Going
to leave ?" Female domestic: "Yes,
mum; I finil 1 am werry discontented."—
Lady : "If there's anything 1 can do to
make you comfortable, let me know." Do
mestic : '.'No, minus, it's impossible. You
can't alter your figger to my figger r.o
mor'n 1 can. Your dresses won't fit and
i can't appear on Sundays as 1 used to
could at my last placfe where misus'clolhes
fitted 'xaclly. Ye see, after so many in
conweniences, would be utterly impossible
for us to reside in the tame bouse." Exit
female domestic. Missus feels decidedly
lo think there is a slight difference in their
figgers, not only for personal appearance
sake, but for protection of wardrobe.
A BOY was recently arrested for theft. His
father pleaded guilty for him, and said, in
extenuation; "James is a good boy, but he
will steal."
BLOOMSBURG, COLUMBIA COUNTY, PA., WEDNESDAY, NOVEMBER 9, 1859.
What's the Difference.
A poor man sat at his window—no, I am
wrong, it was the window of bis hired
house. It Was a small mansion, a little
tenement, painted white, and surrounded by
richer establishments, that seemed to look
down with contempt upon their humble
neighbor. The occupants of those stately
homes Were very much annoyed by the
simple little children that played on the
steps, and generally kept the curtains
down on the side that looked towards them.
But, as I said before, a poor man sat at
one ol the windows overlooking the street.
J lie was a thoroughly noble looking man,
I too, with handsome Itorhan features, and an
eye like a hawk. With the exception of
his coarse clothes, he was mubh more gen
it'emanlyand dignified in his appearance
than any merchant in that princely row.
A pile of bricks had been emptied quito
near his doorway ; they were for repairs.—
As this man looked out, he saw two or three
little children with his own little ones, hum
ming and buzzing about the bricks. Their
dainty little hands were eager to fashion
houses and bridges and all sorts of momen
tary architecture. Suddenly the poor man
bethought him of a pastime ol his own
when he was a child, and his heart having
retained the pure and sweet emotions of
youth through the cares and hardships of,
mature life, he hastily threw on his hat, and '
going down he taught them a new trick. It
was this: to place a row of bricks on end, !
quite near to each other, forming a line ; |
by touching the last one an impetus is giv
en to each brick by its next neighbor, and ;
the row is presently swept down in regular ]
order. The children clapped their hands
and shouied so loudly that some of the rich
neighbors, coming to their windows, saw
how the little ones were employed, taking
lessons in amusements from a poor and al
most unknown man.
' What a fool !'' said one sneeringly. "I
should v -k the man an overgrown baby.
See h ... jugh ! See him play ! Shame on
him—grown man—we must call our chil-
dren in."
And from all those windows went the
laugh and the sneer. Men with gold tassel
led caps set on perfumed locks, laughed
the old man to scorn; women in beau
tifully embroidered"Tobes turned down the
corners of their pretty lips, and the children
were speedily called in.
Years passed. The poor man had grown
rich. Wealth had coine to him, not through
toil; but it did not corrupt his good heart,
his simple tastes. Still he loved children
and their sports. He built himself a splen
did mansion, however, and lived in a stylo
his great revenues permitted.
Again, as in the days of yore, there was
a great load of bricks left in the vicinity of
his home. Again little children gathered to
"play house," and again ".lie man sat watch
ing them at his window. Yes, it was his
window now—a window whose glass was
costly plate; and he sat there no longer the
tenant of a hired house, in coarse clothes,
but attired in the richest broadcloth. Again
as he looked at the busy, beautiful group
below, his heart kindled with the memories
of old, and he felt compelled to go down
and teach the juveniles his brick game. So
in a moment after he stood in their midst
and stooping picked up the bricks, arran
ged them, and set them in motion.
How the children laughed, and their
bright eyes sparkled ! The noise brought
the aristocratic neighbors to their windows. |
"Well, to be sure ! There is Mr. B-——
ihat wealthy geutleman opposite, playing
with the children. Isn't it a very pretty
sight, dear V
"Yes; and what a fine looking man he is,
to be sure. What freshness of heart he
must have to enjoy their game with so
much zest 1 I declare it's quite touching ?"
"So it is ; they say he has all ot two mil
lions. Has'nt he a fine figure ?"
"Splendid ! Do see him clap his hands.
1 declare it really brings the tears to my
eyes "
"Wipe 'em away, wipe 'em away, Mat
tie; they're crocodile tears 1" cried a young
stripling of seventeen.
His sister, a maiden lady of an unuttera
ble age, looked around indignantly.
"Fact, sis; they're real crocodile tears,
and I'll prove it. When I was seven years
old, that same gentleman came out of a
little white house and taught us children
that same trick. And, sis, you and moiher
both called him an 'old fool!' as I distinctly
remember, and I, for one, received a tre
mendous injunction not to speak to his
children or notice them in any way."
"Nonsense, Fredl" said hissister turning
red.
"I know it was nonsense ; but you did it.
You called him all sorts of names, a 'ridic
ulous old goose,' a 'grown up baby,' and I
don't know what. Now here's the same
old fellow up to the samo old trick ; and oh I
gracious, there never was such a beautiful,
charming, delightful scene; really I ought
to write a poem on it —guess 1 will, and en
title it 'Then and Now;' or 'The Fool Grows
Wiser as he Grows Richer.' Which would
be the best, sis ?"
"Hold your tongue 1" sobbed the lady,
Fred's sarcasm was not misplaced.
What is called the poor man's simplicity
is entitled the rich man's sublimity. It
was the same noble, tender, loving, great
heart, standing by the little onos in his
coarse coat, jeered at and insulted with im
punity by the rich, that now bends his fine
broadcloth to the dust in order to be on a
level with the little ones, but not to his
neighbor 1 Poor, all his nobleness was but
i dross in their eye. Rich 1 and his weak
ness would be heavenly lustres since their
| offset was the almighty dollar.
PAUL JONES.
The Virginia Index is publishing a series
of interesting sketches, by Mr. Thomas
Chase of Chesterfield, of "The Life, Charac
ter and Times of Paul Jones " They throw
much light on the character of Paul Jones,
and give, we doubt not, a most faithful ac
count of the famous battle of his ship, the
Bon Homme Richard, with the Serapis.—
After stating that the ships were locked to
gether, which was effected by Jones, be
cause he saw that to keep off at fair gun
shot, with a new and strong frigate like the
Serapis. would never do for such a crazy
old hulk as the Bon Homme Richard, Mr
Chase proceeds:
"The working of the big guns had been
suspended during the time of lashing the
ships together, but was now resumed Of
course neither ship could use but her guns
on one side, and these were nearly muzzle
to muzzle—so near that those who handled
the ramrods sometimes hit each other. 'Fair
play,you damned Yankee !' an Englishman
would exclaim. "Mind your eye, John
Bull, or I'll, &c."
"The firing was not rapid, particularly on
John's part for it could do the ships no hurt
except to knock the guns about a little, and
knock off the gunwales, and occasionally
raise a cloud of splinters, from each other's
deck. Jones and his men kept a sharp
lookout that Pearson and his men did not
cut the lashings and sever the ships. Nei
ther of these ships was damaged "between
wind and water," nor could they now be
by any use of the big guns. Both had men
in the rigging doing all the mischief they
could. In this kind of play, Jones had the
best of it; for his men were more terrible,
and his spars and yards were longer, still
Pearson would not surrender, insisting that
Jones ought to.
"Capt. Landis, with the Alliance, came
up to help Jones, and fired a broadside; but
of necessity it hurt Jones as much as it did
Pearson. Jones immediately cried out
' Capt. Landis, let ns alor.e ; I can handle
him." Both ships were often on fire and
as often was the fire extinguished. Had it
not been for the men in the rigging this
was one of the safest sea fights, so far as
those on deck was concerned, that almost
ever happened—l mean after the ships
were launched together. The flash of the
guns would go clear across each deck, and
the men, by Keeping a good look-out, could
avoid being hurt, only by stepping a little
asido.
I "Had the Bon Homme Richard been a
' new, strong ship, as was the Serapis, both
might have lain there and burned powder
and thrown shot until they rotted,as to sink
ing either with the guns of the other. But
the Bon Homme Richard tvas old and rot
ten, and was leaking badly before Jones
made her fast to the Serapis; and thus fast,
the strain upon her against the other ship
and from the explosion of the guns made
her leak worse, and it was evident that she
must ere lung go down.
"Some of Jones' men and one of his offi
cers told him she must soon go down, and
suggested a surrendet. "You never mind
that, you shall have a better ship to go home
in," said Jones, pleasantly. Jones and all
his men, and Pearson and his crew, very
well knew that if the Bon Homme Richard
was about to sink, she would capsize the
Serapis, and both must go down together.
It was, therefore, likely to be a test between
Jones and Pearson—which for the sake of
saving his men from a watery grave, would
strike first.
"But Jones bad recourse to a stratagem,
which was completely successful. He se
cretly sent his men below, one by one, with
the strictest possible orders to be fully pre
pared for boarding, and a given signal to
rush on deck, and he would lead them on
to the deck of the Serapis, and clear it. So
Jones' men seemed to diminish, though not
very fast, until only about thirty were left
on dock. Pearson supposing they wero kill
ed or badly wounded, and that Jones must
soon strike, was compleiely off his guard.—
This was Jones' time. Giving the signal,
his men were ready in an instant, and with
Jones ahead, with his deadly sword, rushed
like "hell bounds" upon the deck of the
Serapis, killing everything they could reach
and in a short time would have killed ev
erything on board; but Capt. Pearson, see
ing his time had come, cried with a loud
voice, "Capt. Jones, I surrender"—at the
same time taking his sword by the blade,
and presenting the handle to Jones, and
with the next breath ordered the colors to
be taken down.
"This was in the night. The next even
ing the Bon Homme Richard went down
head foremost. Thus terminated the strong
est naval tight on record. Paul Jones took
the Serapis, but Capt. Pearson sunk the
Bon Homme Richard."
17" A bare footed youngster was fishing
on the bank of a pond, out in York State
when a monster pickeral grabbed the hook
so suddenly as to jerk the little fell "into
the drink." Ho was rescued, with some
ditficully, by an older companion, the fish
in the meantime having cleared himself
from the hook and darted away. As the
little fellow's head came above the water,
he at once saw the situation of affairs, and
grasped out—his eyes "sticking out about a
foot."—"Catch me another grass-hopper,
and I'll get him next time !"
E7 A person, speaking of a drink he
once had occasion to imbibe, said that he
could not tell whether it was brandy or a
torchlight procession going down his throat
Truth aad Right God aM our Country.
Letter from Gerret Smith to Gapt. Brown.
BALTIMORE, Thursday, Oct. 20.
The most important and significant of the
letters from Gerret Smith, found among the
papers of Brown, is the following:
PETERBOROUGH, June 4, 1859.
Capt. JOHN BROWN— My Dear Friend : I
wrote yon a week ago, directing my letter
to the care of Mr. Kearney. He replied in
forming me that he had forwarded it to
Washington. But as Mr. Morton received
last evening a letter from Mr. Sanborn say
ing your address would be your son's home,
vizi West Andover, I, therefore, write you
without delay, and direct your letter to my
son. I have done what I could thus far for
Kansas, and what 1 JMi iu>
your Kansas work. (\,
Losses by indorsement and otherwise
have brought me undek haavy embarrass
ment the last two year*, ©at I must, never-,
theless, continue to do in order to keep you |
at your Kansas work. 1 send you herewith
my draft for $2OO. Let me hear from you
on the receipt of this letter. You live in
our hearts, and our prayer to God is that you
may have strength to continue in your Kan
sas work.
My wife joins me in affectionate regard
to you, dear John, whom we both hold in
very high esteem. I suppose you put the
Whitman note into Mr. Kearney's hands.—
It will be a great shame if Mr. Whitman
does not pay it. What a noble man is Mr.
Kearney. How liberally he has contributed
to keep you in your Kansas work.
Your friend, GERRET SMITH.
WHAT IS KANSAS WORK ?—One of the let
ters from Gerret Smith to Brown, found
among the papers of the latter at Harper's
Ferry, speaks of having given him consid
erable sums of money to aid in the prose
cution of his "Kansas work." This phrase,
a little peculiar and enigmatical in itself,
occurs no less than four times in a letter of j
about 25 lines. As the letter is dated June 4,!
1859, and addressed to a man who had not
been in Kansas for a year, and so far as ap-|
pears never intended to go there again, the |
suspicion naturally arises that the words
mean something more than meets the ear. l
Will now Mr. Smith explain them? What
did he mean by Mr. Brown's Kansas work ?
—limes.
If the dale, 1859, of the letter is correctly
reported, the presumption, we think, is de
cidedly in favor of Mr. Smith's complicity
in Brown's atrocious scheme. The term 1
"Kansas work" bscomg>lfea frcastterm
to disguise the horrible crime which Brown
had in contemplation, and makes Mr. Smith
an accomplice to all intents and purposes.
But if the letter was addressed to Brown
while the Kansas troubles" were still exist-1
ing, the term "Kansas work" is intelligible i
enough. Is the date of the letter correctly
given ? If so, it is to be hoped that Mr.
Smith will not escape the punishment due '
to a man who could iu any degree be parti
ceps criminnis in such a horn ble tragedy.— .
Has Brown a son now, or so recently as |
1857, residing at West Andover. (New
Hampshire, Vermont or Ohio ?) If we have
read the accounts correctly, Brown and his ,
only two remaining sons were, in June j
living on the farm in Virginia, which they
still occupied when their crime was consu
mated. If Mr. Smith was in their secrets, j
he must have known this, and would scarce-1
ly address to West Andover. Who certifies '
the date of the letter ?— N. V. Commercial. I
THE FALL OF THE LEAF —Under this head
the Pennsylvania Inquirer has he following:
"VAHautumn is certainly the most
of the year for a sojourn
in the country. The usually pure air, the
transparent atmosphere,, the azure arch of
heaven, the rich, ripe fruits, the golden cars
of Indian corn, and the gorgeous and varie
gated foliage—all combined in producing
scenery, the magic beauty of which charms
the eye and rejoices the heart. And yet
ruralizing citizens and their families return
to their homes amid all the monotony of
brick and mortar streets, and mingle in the
active and anxious cares of busy life. The
natural is exchanged for the artificial—the
repose of the country for the bustle of town.
There is much to regret in parting from the
fields and woods at this truly glorious per
iod of time, when hill and valley are robed
in their richest apparel, when the forest is
at once sublime and gay, with gradually
spreading oaks, darkly waving pines, ce
dars that rival those of Lebanon, and the
leaves of the dazzling and many-colored
brilliancy that illume the dusky thickets, as
they sparklo and wave gracefully from the
boughs of the beech, chestnut, dogwood,
and maple."
A BOY got his grandfather's gun and load
ed it, but was afraid to fire ; he, however,
liked the fun of loading, and so put in
another charge, but was still afraid to fire.
He kept on charging, but without firing,
until he got six charges in the old piece.—
His grandmother, learning his temerity,
smartl) reproved him, and grasping the
old continental, discharged it. The result
was tromendous, throwing the old lady on
her back. She promptly struggled to regain
her feet, but the boy cried out—"lay still
granny, there are five more charges in yet 1"
OUT WEST, the law gives damages for ap
parent breach of promise. The bachelors,
however, obviate the difficulty by having
their cards labelled, "Goodjor Iki) call only "
A PHILOSOPHER, being asked what was
the first thing necessary towards winning
the love of a woman, answered, "an oppor
tunity."
TO A DRUNKEN HUSBAND.
My husband, 'twas forthpe I left
My own, my happy home;
For thee 1 lett my cottage bowers,
With thee in joy to roam ;
And where are all thy holy vow,
The truth, the love, the trust,
That won my heart?—all scattered now,
And trampled in the dust.
I love the with a love untold,
And when I stood beside
Thy noble form, 1 joyed to think
1 was thy chosen bride.
They told me ere I was thy own,
How sad my lot would be;
1 thought not of the future, then—
-1 only thought of thee.
I left my home, my happy home,
A sunny-hearted thing,
Forgetting that my happiness
A shadowing cloud might bring,
The sunny side of life is gone,
Its shadows only mine—
And thorns are springing in my heart,
' Where blossoms used to twine.
I do not blame thee for thy lot,
I only pray for thee,
That thou may'st Irom the tempter's power
(Oh, joyful thought,) be free ;
That thou may'st bend above my grave,
With penitence sincere,
And lor the broken-hearted one,
Let tall a sober tear.
RUMANUE AND REALITY.
And as my "speech was gone"—eflaced,
To take the fort by storm,
1 threw my arms around her waist,
I clasped her sylph-like form ;
I madly raved of joy 6 which would
O'er life a haio shed,
If she—the gentle and the good—
Zounds 1 1 scarce know what 1 said.
With look 9 aghast, and tips apart,
She shrank from my embrace,
Her words fell cold upon my heart.
As 1 gazed upon her face; [mean ?
"Now, Zeke, what does this tantrum
How must I look upon it 1
You tarnal fool,'' she loudly screamed,
"You've smashed up my new bonnet?"
How tin Editor did not get a Fuss.
The following story is told by the Syra
cuse Journal ;
" The editor of the Buffalo Evening Post
has been very violent at times in denuncia
tion of the Northern Central Railroad ; but
recently he desired to go East, and he
thought it would be very convenient to be
bribed with a 'pass.' Expressing his
thoughts to a friend, he remarked that if he
had not been so violent toward the road he
supposed ho might got (he coveted pas*
His friend assured him that if he would ap
ply to Dean Richmond, he would be ac
commodated ; and after consideration he
concluded to make the attempt. He accor
dingly called on the Democratic Mogul.
"Mr. Richmond," said the editor, "I am
going East, and 1 have called to see if you
can accommodate me with a pass ?"
"Certainly, Sir—certainly, Sir; with the
greatest pleasure," said Mr. Richmond, and
he proceeded to fill out the pass. *
The little card was handed to the editor,
who expressing his thanks, glanced over it
and saw that it or.ly passed him to Albany,
with no provision for his return."
"Mr. Richmond," said the editor, very
modestly, "i see this only passes me to Al
bany. I intend to return —"
"The h—l you do ?" said Richmond,
seizing the pass. "Intend to return, eh?
Can't have no pass from me, then !" And
he tore the pass ir.to pieces.
A CERTAIN BRIDGE.—I remember once, j
when I was a young man, living up in New
Hampshire, they dedicated a new bridge,
and invited a young lawer to deliver an or
ation. The lawer had never yet, after a
fortnight's practice, had the honor of being
retained; and the opportunity of establish
ing a reputation was admirable. The day
came, and with it to the bridge came the
multitude and the orator. He had made no ,
written preparation, that being, he had
been told, unlawyer-like—a lawyer being ;
supposed to be capable of speaking with-'
out note or notice any number of hours, on
any subject, in a style of thrilling eloquence.
He stood out upon the platform, and amid
the profound attention of his audience,com
menced :
" Fellow-citizens—five-and-forty years
ago, this bridge, built by your enterprise,
was part and parcel of the howling wilder
ness 1"
He paused a moment. "Yes, fellow cit
izens, only five-and-forty years ago, this
bridge, where we now stand, was part and
parcel ol the howling wilderness."
Again he paused. [Cries of Good go
on."] Here was the rub."
"I feel it hardly necessary to repeat, that
this bridge, fcllow-cilizens, only five and
forty years ago, was part and parcel of the
howling wilderness : and I will conclude
by saying that 1 wish to God it was part and
parcel of it now."
Two Irishman were in prison—one for
stealing a cow, and the other for stealing a
watch.
"Mike," said the cow stealer, one day,
"what o'clock is it V
"Och, Pat, I hav'nl my watch handy, but
I think it's about milkin' time."
PADDY being told that the price of bread
had fallen, exclaimed : "By the pipers of
war this is the first time I ever rejoiced at
the fall of a friend."
ty A little girl said :—"Mother, is Tom
a good cat V "Yes." "Well, he'll go to
heaven won't he V "I suppose so ; but
if you are not a better girl you will never
get there." "Oh," said the littie girl, "I'll
hold on to Tom's tail."
Power of Kindness.
A you.ig school teacher had one large
boy, Joe Stanton, who was ringleader of all
mischief. The first day he managed to
make the school a scene of roguery and
contusion. The poor teacher went home
with a heavy heart. The next day she
thought if she could gain the confidence of
this boy, and have him on her side, she
should have but little trouble with her
school. As it closed in the afternoon, she
spoke kindly to him, and asked his help in
closing the school-room door. He readily
complied. As she turned homeward, Joe
followed. At length she inquired :
"Have you any sister, Joseph V
The right cord was touched.
"I had one Bister," he said, "Utile Mary,
but she died;" and thus encouraged by the
ready sympathy of the listener, he went
on to tell that Mary was his only
sisier, and that he used to take care
of her and carry Iter out of doors, and draw
her in the wagon he had made for her, and
that she loved him "more than any one else
did," and always used to run to the door to
meet him when he came home "But she
is dead, now," he added, "and I have not
anybody that takes care of me. She had a
fever, and she did not know me when I
spoke to her, and in just a week she died.
Her grave is right over here," he continued,
"and perhaps you would like to see it some
time."
The teacher willingly went with him,
asking still further about little Mary,
us they passed along, till, at length, as they
approached the grave and sat down upon a
stone near it, poor Joe could no longer wipe
away the tears as he had done, when, one
by one they trickled down, for the fountains
within were broken up. He covered his
face with his hands and wept aloud.
"She's dead," he exclaimed again, "and
nobody cares for me now."
"1 will care for you, Joseph," said the
kind teacher, as she laid her hands upon
this now uncovered head; and she spoke
to him of Heaven, and the happy meeting
of those whom death has severed, and of
i Him who cares for us more than all earthly
! friends, and who will help us if we wish to
| do right.
Then as he grew calm, and they had ris
en to go, she told him of all her own sor
row—of the father whom she had lost—of
her lonleiness—of her wish to be useful
while she supported herself by teaching—
of how hard the Weslbrook school seemed
to her, and how she meant to do the best
she could for him, and for all her scholars.
"I'll help ye, Miss Mason," responded
Joe. "I'll help you all I can," and then, I
the old mischievous twinkingcoming again,
he added, "I guess the rest of the boys :
won't trouble you much. They'll do pretty i
much a3 1 want 'ern to."
Joe was subdued and won by the power
of kindness. Anu hard, must be the heart
that kindness cannot win.
THE NATIONS WITHOUT FlRE. —According
to I'liny, fire was for a long time unknown
to some of the ancient Egyptians; and
when Exodus, the celebrated astronomer,
showed it to them, they were absolutely in
raptures. The Persians, Phmnicians, Greeks
and several other nations, acknowledged
that their ancesters were without the use of
fire ; and the Chinese confess the same of
their progenitors. Pomponius, Mela. Plu
tarch, and other ancient authors, speap of
nations who, at the time they wrote knew
not the use of fire, or had just but learned
! it. Facts of the same kind are also arrested
by several modern nations. The inhabitans
| of the Marian Islands, which were discov
! ered in 1531, had no idea ot fire. Never
was astonishment greater than theirs, when
they saw it on the descent of Magellan in
I one of their islands. At first they believed
it to be some kind of animal that fixed to
| fed upon wood. The inhabitants of the
I'hillipine and Canary Islands were formerly
equally ignorant. Africa presents, even
in our own day some notions in this deplor
able state.
DEATH FROM A WOUND INFLICTED BY A J
ROOSTER CONFIRMED —Some time ago a
statement was published iu the North Amer
ican, taken from the Newport Gazette, Per
ry county, Pa. ( to the effect that a Mr. Black
of Newport, had died in consequence of
an incision made by a rooster with his spurs
in the arteries ol the hand, imitating pre
vious to his death, the flapping and crowing
of a rooster. The statement has gone the
rounds of the press, accompanied in most
by comments ol an incredulous nature.—
But it appears to have been true, neverthe
less. The Harrisburg Patriot is informed by
a gentleman from Newport, who was pres
ent at Mr. Black's death, that the account
published in the Gazette of that place, is
strictly true in every particular; that Mr.
Black suffered the most excruciating agony,
and that ho made attempts to crow, flap
ping his arms, and making a noise similar
to a rooster, that those outside the house
were persuaded to believe that it was one,
until he was relieved by death.
CP* A physician named John Corrie, of
Apalachicola, Florida, has inventod and
apparatus for freezing by steam 1 The
next stop will be to warm ourselves with a
snow bank.
HT Don't mind the caprices of fashiona
ble women ; they are as gross as poodle
fed on milk and muffins.
f3T The passport to heaven is written
nowhere else than upon the leaves of as
pure heart.
[Two Dollars per Auniiitt
NUMBER
More About I'opular Sovereignty.
A very funny pamphlet, entitled "The
Reviewer Reviewed,'' is going through the
press in this city, and is as an
answer to the "Observations" upon Senator
Douglas, heretofore published in the Con
slitulton and other newspapers Ndrth arid
South. Most of our readers will recollect
that for two or three weeks past the tele
graphic despatches to New York and else
where have, every now and then, been an
nouncing that Senator Douglas had a reply
in preparation, or that an answer to the
"Black pamphlet" would soon be made
ready under his supervision. Whether this
be or be not the thing referred to, it is im
possible for us to say. We have been favor
ed with the first sixteen pages of it. It is
to contain, we are told, about forty, and it
is presumed that the portion we have seen
is a tolerably fair specimen ol the whole.
The writer refers to Judge Black's propo
sition that slaves are property, and as prop
erty they may be taken into a Territory and
kept there until a local law shall be consti
tutionally established to divest the owner's
right. Me writes about it, and about it, and
about it, and piles up quotations of varioti
kinds in great heaps, and after all, does not
tell us whether he regards the proposition
as true or false. If he admits it to be
what is he discussing it for 1 If he denies
it, then how is his patron, Judge Douglas,
to look in the face of a Speech which he
made in the Senate on the 23d of February,
1839, from which we extract the following
passages:
" Slaves, according to that decision, [the
Dred Scott decision,] being property, stand
on an equal fooling with all other properly.—'
There is just as much obligation on the part
of the territorial legislature to protect slaves
and every other species of property, as
there is to protect horses, cattle, dry goods,
liquors, fyc. If they have a right to digcrirri
inale as to the one, they have as to the
other, and whether they have got the pow
er of discrimination or not, is for the court
to decide, if any one disputes it. * * *
If there is no power of discrimination on
other species of property, there is none at to
slaves. If there is a power of discrimination
as to other properly—and I think there is—
theu it applies to slave property. In other
words, slave property is on an equal footing
with all other property."
We think it impossible that Judge Doug
las could have had any hand in this new
pamphlet, tie has inconsistencies and con
tradictions enough to answer lor without
making more. The author is manifestly
one of those imprudent and super servicea
ble friends who, with the best intentions,
is doing his patron the greatest possible
injury.
The balance of the sixteen pages con
lain some heavy reading on the question
whether the common law extends to the
Territories, and on the right of the ter
ritorial legislature to take away, directly or
indirectly, a slave from his owner. Of
course, we are not expected to understand
so much learning as is here displayed. But
as far as we can see into the mystery of it;
the author seems to think that it would be
a very commendable thing in the territorial
legislatures to acknowledge the right of the
master over his slave as properly, and then
at the same time pass such laws as would
take away all pro ection from him. lrt
other words, he is in favor of such territo
rial laws as will be unfriendly to the ac
knowledged right of property. We speak
of his opinions only as they come to us
through the misty medium of his own ver
biage. It may be that the conclusion of the
pamphlet will clear off the fog whidh rest.
upoi*he beginning. If it does, we shall
have something more to say; if not, we
have probably said 100 much already.—
Constitution.
REMARKABLE CONVERSION. —When Oliver
Cromwell entered upon the command of the
Parliament's arms against Charles I, he or*
dered that every soldier should carry a Bible
in his pocket. Among the rest there was a
wild, wicked, young fellow, who ran away
from his apprenticeship in l.ondon, for the
sake of plunder and dissipation. Being one
day ordered out on a skirmishing expedition
or to attack some fortress, he returned to his
quarters in the evening without hurt. When
he was going to bed, pulling his Bible out
ol his pocket, he observed a bullet hole in
it, the depth of which he traced till he found
the bullet stopped at Eccl. xi. 9 : "Rejoice
oh young man in thy youth, and let thy
heart cheer thee in the days of thy youth;
and walk thou in the ways of thy heart, but
know thou that for all these things, God will
bring thee into judgment " The words
were sent home to his heart by the Divine
Spirit, so that ho became a firm believer irt
the Lord Jesus Christ. He lived in London
leng alter the civil wars ended.
THE SLEW' OF YOUTH. —Oh! let youth
cherish the happiest or earthly boons while
yet it is at its command; for there cometh
the day to all, when "neither the voice of
the lute nor the birds," shall bring back tho
sweet slumbers that fell on their young
eyes, as unbidden as the dews.
SOFT GINGERBREAD.— One pint of molas
ses, one cup of butter, one cup full of com
mon sugar, half pint molasses, third cup
full ol ginger, with a little salaratus.
"OH, JACOB," said a master to his appren
tice, "It is wonderful to see what a quantity
you can eat." "Yes, sir," said the boy, "I
have been practicing ever since 1 was %
child."