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. ... . SUMMER DAYS.
In Summer when the days were long,
We walked together in the wood ; :
; Oor heart was light, our step was strong ;
, . Sweet flattering were there in our blood,
In summer when the days were long.
Wo stayed from morn till evening came ;
f ? We gathered flowers and wove us crowns;
."We walked 'mid poppies red as flame,
" Or sat npon the yellow down ; .
And always wished our lives the same. .
In Summer, when the days were long,
We leaped the hedgerow.cross'd the brook;
And still her voice flowed forth in song,
Or else she read some graceful book,
In summer, wheu the days were long.
And then we sat beneath the trees,
With shadows lessening in the noon ;
And, ic the sunlight and the breeze,
" We feasted, many a gorgeous Jane,
While larks were singing o'er the leas,
la Summer when the days were long,
On dainty chicken, snow-white bread,
We feasted, with no grace but song,
We plucked wild stmwberries,ripeand red,
la Summer whea the days were long.
We loved, and yet we knew it not
For loviug seemed like breathing then ;
We found a heaven in every spot ;
Saw angels, too, in all good men ;
And dreamed of God ia grove and gro:.
Ia summer, when the days were long,
Alone I wander, music alone ;
I see her not. but that old song
Under the fragrant wind is blown,
la summer, when the days were long.
Alone I wander in the wood ;
But one fair spirit hears my sighs ;
And half I see, so glad and good,
The honest daylight of her eyes;
That charmed me under earlier skies.
In Summer, when the days are long,
I love her as we loved of old ;
My heart is light, ray step is strong ;
For love brings back those hours of good,
In Summer, when the days are long.
THE RESCUE.
Mr. Robert Brace, originally descended
from some branch of the ancient Scottish
family of that name, was born in horable
circumstances, about the close of the last
century, at Torbay, in the South of Eng
land, and there bred up to a seafaring life.
' When about thirty years of age, to wit, in
the year 1S28, he was first mate on a barque
trading between Liverpool and St. John'e,
New Brunswick.
On one of her voyages bound westward,
beLig then some five or six week's out, and
having neared the eastern portion of the
Banks of Newfoundland, the captain and
mate had been on deck at noon, taking an
observation of the sun; after which they
both descended to calculate their day's
work. .
-The cabin, a small one, was immediate
ly at the stem of the vessel, and the stair
way descended to it ran alhwart-ships. Im
mediately opposite this stairway, just beyond
a small square landing, there were two
doors close to each other, the one opening
aft into the cabin, the other, fronting the
stairway into the state-room was in the for
ward part of it, close to the door, so that
any one sitting at it, and looking over his
shoulder, could see into the cabia. '
The sale, absorbed in his calculation,
which did not result as he expected, vary
' ing considerably from the dead reckoning,
had not noticed the captain's motions
When he bad completed- his calculations,
ha called out, with looking round, "1 make
oar latitude and longitude so and so. Can
that be right ? How is yours ?"
Receiving no reply, he repeated his ques-
tion, glancing over Lis shoulder, and per
ceiving, as be thought, the captain busy
writing on' his slate. Still no answer.'
Thereupon he rose, and, as he fronted the
cabin door, the figure he had mistaken for
the captain, raised its head, and disclosed
to the astonished mate the featnres of an
entire stranger.
Bruce was no coward ; but, as he met the
fixed gaze looking directly at him in grave
silence, and became assured that he was no
one whom he had ever seen before, it was
too much for him ; and,' instead of slopping
to question the seeming intruder, he rushed
upon deck in such evident alarm.that it in
stantly attracted the captain's attention.
"Whj, Mr. Bruce," said the captain, uwhat
ia the world is the matter with you I"
"The matter sir ? : Who is that at the
desk?" - I
"No one that I know of."
"Bat there is, sir; there's a stranger there"
"A stranger I Why, man, you must be
dreaming. Yoa must have seen the stew
ard there, or the second mate. Who else
would venture down without orders ?"
"Bat sir, he was sitting ia your arm-chair,
fronting the door, vriling on your slate.-
Then be looked up full in my face ; and if I
ever saw a man plainly and, distinctly, I
saw him.", ...
"Him ! " Whom Y' - ,
"God knows, sir; I don't. I saw a man,
and a man I never saw in ray life before."
"Yon must be going crazy, Mr. Bruce. A
,'. .-.i .-...-.:--.
'I know, sir ; but then I saw him."
' Go down and see who it is."
Bruce hesitated. "I never was a believer
in ghosts," he said, "but it the truth must
be told sir, I'd rather not lace it aloue."
"Come, come, man, go down at once,and
don't make a fool of yourself before the
crew." . . .
''I hope you have always fonnd me wil
ling to do what's reasonable," Bruce replied,
changing color; "but if it's all the same to
you sir, I'd rather we should both go down
together."
The captain descended the stairs, and
the mate followed.; Nobody in the cabin !
They examined the state-rooms. Not a
soul to be found !
".Well, Mr. Bruce," said the captain, 'did
I not tell you, you had been dreaming ?"
"It's all very well to say so, sir, but if I
didn't see that man writing oa your slate,
may I never see my house and family
again !"..,.
"All - writing on the slate ! Then it
should be there still." And the captain
took it up.
"By ," he exclaimed, "here's some
thing, sure enough 1 Is that your writing,
Mr. Bruce!"
The mate took the slate; and there in
plain, legible characters, stood the words,
"Steer to the nor west."
"Have you beea trifling with me, sir ?"
added the captaio in a stern manner.
"On my word as a man and a sailor,
sir," replied Rruce; "I know no more ol
this matter than yoa do. 1 have told you
the exact truth."
The captain sat down at his desk, the
slate before, in deep thought. At last turn
ing the slate over, and pushing it towards
Bruce, he said, "Write down, 'Steer to the
nor west.' "
The mate complied ; and the captain, af
ter narrowly comparing the two handwri
tings, said "Mr. Bruce, go and tell the sec
ond mate to come down here."
He came; and at the captain's request, he
also wrote the same words. So did the
steward. So, in succession, did every man
of the crew who could write at all. But
not one of the various hands resembled in
any degree, the mysterions writing.
When the crew retired, the captain sat
deep in thought "Could any one have
been stowed away ?" at last he said, "The
ship must be searched; and if I don't find
the fellow, he must be a good hand at hide
and seek. Order up all hands."
Every nook and corner of the vessel .from,
stem to stem, was thoroughly searched, and
that with all eagerness of excited curiosity
for the report had gone out that a stranger
had shown himself on beard ; but not a liv
ing soul, beyond the crew and officers,was
found.
Returning to the cabin, after their fruit
less search, "Mr. Bruce," 6aid the captain,
"what the devil do you make of all thh ?"
"Can't tell, sir. I saw the man write ;
you see the writing. There must be some
thing in it."
Well, it would seem so. We have the
wind free, and have a great mind to keep '
her away, and see what will come of it.
"I surely would, sir, if I were in yonr
place. It's only a few hours lost at the
worst."
"Well, we'll see. Go on deck and give
the course nor' west. And, Mr. Bruce," he
added, as the mate rose to go, "have a look
out aloft, and let it be a hand yoa can de-.
pend on."
His orders were obeyed. About three
o'clock, the look-out reported an iceberg
nearly ahead, and shortly after, what he
thought was a vessel of some kind close to
it. As they approached the captain's glass
disclosed the fact, that it was a dismantled
ship, apparently frozen to the ice, and with
a good many human beings on it. Shortly
after they hove to, and sent ont boats to the
relief of the sufferers.
(t proved to be a vessel from Quebec,
bound to Liverpool, with passengers on
board. She had got entangled in the ice,
and finally frozen fast, and had passed sev
eral weeks in a most critical condition.
She was stove, her decks swept in fact, a
mere wreck; all her provisions and almost
all her water gone. Her crew and passen
gers had lost all hopes of being saved,', and
their gratitude for the unexpected rescue
was proportionately great.
As one of the men who had been brought
away in the third boat that had reached the
wreck was ascending the ship's side,, the
mate, catching a glimpse of his face started
back ia consternation. It was the very face
he had seen three or four hours before,
looking up at him from the captain's desk.
At first he tried to persuade himself it
might be fancy ; but the more he examined
the man, the more sure he became that he
was right. Not only the face bat the per
son and the dress exactly corresponded.
As soon as the exhausted crew and fam
ished passengers, were cared for, and tho
barque on her coarse again, the mate called
the captain aside. '"It seems that, was not
a ghost I saw to-day, sir ; the man's alive!'
"What do yoa mean ? Who's alive 1"
- "Why, sir, one of the passengers we
have just saved is the man I ' saw writing
on yoor slate at noon. I would swear it in
a court of justice." , '
"Upon my word, Mr. Bruce," repued the
the captain, "this gets more and mora sin -
gular. Let ns see this man."
They found him In conversation with tne
captain of the rescued ship. They both
came forward, and expressed in the warm
est terms their - gratitode for deliverance
from a horrible fate slow-corn!
The captain replied that he had done
only what he was certain they would have
for him under the same circumstances, and
asked them both to step down into the cab
in. Then; turning to the passenger, he said,
"I hope, sir, you will not think I am trif
ling with you ; but I would be much oblig
ed to yoa if yoa would write a few words
on this slate." And he banded him the
slate, with that side up on which the mys
terious writing was not. "I will do any
thing yoa ask," replied the passenger; "but
what shall I write ?"
' "A few words are all I want. Suppose
you write, 'Steer to the nor'- west.' "
The passenger, evidently puzzled to make
out the motive for such a request, complied,
however, with a smile. The captain took
up the blate and examined it closely, then,
stepping aside so as to conceal the slate
from the passenger, he turned it over and
gave it to him again with the other side up.
"You say that is your handwriting?" said
he.
"I need not say so," rejoined the other
looking at it, for you saw me write it."
"And this?" said the captain, turning
the slate over.
The man looked first at one writing, then
at the other, quite confounded. At last,
"What is the meaning of this 1" said he. "I
only wrote one of those. Who wrote the
other?"
"Thai's more than I can tell you, sir. My
mate here says you wrote it, sitting at this
desk, at noon to-day."
The captain of the wreck and the passen
ger looked at each other, exchanging g'an
ces of intelligence and surprise; and the
former asked the latter, "Did you dream
that you wrote on this slate ?"
"No, 6ir, not that I remember."
"You speak of dreaming,'' said the cap
tain of the barque. "What was this gentle
man about at noon to-day."
'Captain, rejoined the other, "the whole
thing is most mysterious and extraordinary;
and I had intended to speak to yon about
it as boon as we ot a little quiet. This gen
tleman," (pointing to the passenger,) "be
ing much exhausted, fell into a heavy sleep
or what seemed such, some time before
noon. After an hour or more tie awoke,
and said to me, 'Captain, we shall be re
lieved this very day.' When I asked him
what reason he had for saying so, he replied
that he had dreamed that he was on board
a barque, and that' she was coming to our
rescue. He described her appearance and
rig ; and, to otu utter astonishment, when
your vessel hove in sight, she corresponded
exactly to his description of her. We had
not much faith in what he said; but still
we hoped there might be something in it,
for drowning men, you know, will catch at
straws. As it has turned out, I cannot
doubt that it was all arranged, in sons in
comprehensible way, by an overruling
Providence, so that we might be saved. To
Him be all thanks for His goodness to us.''
"There is no doubt," rejoined the other
captain, ' that the writing on the slate, let
it come there as it may, saved all yourlives.
I was steering at the time considerably
south of west, and altered my course nor'
west, and had a look-out aloft, to see what
would come of it. But you say," he added,
turning to the passenger, "that you did not
dream of writing on a 6late."
"No sir. I have no recollection whatever
of doing so. I got the impression that the
barque I saw in my dream was coming to
rescue us; but how that impression camel
pannot tell. There is another very strange
thing about it," he added. "Everything
here on board seems to roe quite familiar ;
fet I am very sure I never was on your ves
sel before. It is all a puzzle to me. What
did your male see ?"
Thereupon Mr. Brace related to them all
the circumstances above detailed. The con
clusion they finally arrived at was, that it
was a special interposition oi Providence to
save them from what seemed a hopeless
fate.
The above narrative was coramuncated
to me by Captain J. S. Clarke, of the schoon
er Julia Hcdlock who had it directly from
Mr. Bruce himself. They sailed together
for seventeen months, in the years 1635
and '37; so that Captain Clarke had the story
from the mate about eight years after the
occurrence. He has since lost sight of him,
and does not know whether he is yet alive.
All he has heard of him since they were
shipmates is, that be continued to trade to
New Brunswick, that he became the master
of the brig Comet, and that she was lost."
1 asked Cap. Clark if he knew Bruce well,
and what sort of a man he was.
"As truthful aad straightforward a man,"
he replied, "as ever I met in all my life.
We were as intimate as brothers ; and two
men can not be together, shut up for seven
teen months in the same ship, without get
ting to know whether they can trust one
another's word or not. He always spoke of
the circumstances ia terms of reverence, as
of an incident that seemed to bring him
nearer to God and to another world. I'd
slake my life upon it that he told me no lie.
ln July, 1850. The Julia Hallock was
then lying at the foot of Rutger's slip, New
York. Sbe trades between New York and
St. Jago,' in the Island of Cuba. The Cap
tain allowed me to use his name, and to re
fer evidence of the truth of what ia here set
down.
A lit of full and constant employment
is the only safe and happy one.
-, An avaricious man is like a sandy desert,
Bladccsbitfg Dueling Grounds.
Correspondence of the Cleveland Flaindenler."
Fladknsburg, June ?8, 1860.
Pistols and coffee for two. As 1 am alone
on the classic ground I can take care that
the pistols do no harm, and the coffee is
harmless anyhow. The place, so noted for
its polite and refined murders, is about five
miles from the city, fresh and handsome, in
full livery of green, adorned with 'flowers,
and should blush in its beauty for the scenes
it has witnessed. Here, in a beautiful little
grass plat surrounded by trees, forms, made
after the image of God, come to insult Na
ture and defy Heaven. In 1814, Edward
Hopkins was killed herein a duel. This
seems to have been the first of these fash
ionable murders on this dueling ground.
In 1819, A. T. Mason, a United States
Senator from Virginia, fought with his sij
ter's hushand, John M'Carty, here. M"Cariy
was averse to fighting, and thought there
was no necessity for it ; but Mason would
fight. M'Carty named muskets loaded with
buck-shot, and so near together that they
would hit heads if they fell on their faces.
This was changed by the seconds to loading
with bullets, and taking twelve feei as the
distance. Mason was killed instantly, and
M'Carty, who had bis collar bone broken,
still lives with Mason's sister in George
town. His hair turned white so soon after
the fight as to cause much comment. He
has since been solicited to act as a second
in a duel, but refused in accordance with a
pledge made to his wife sooa after killing
her brother.
In 1820, Commodore Decatur was killed
in a duel here by Commodore Barren. At
the first fire both fell forward and lay with
their heads within ten feet of each other,
and as each supposed himself mortally
wounded, each fully and freely forgave the
other, still lying on the ground. Decatur
expired in a few days, but Barren eventu
ally recovered. In 1821, two mangers
namd Lega and Sega appeared here. fought,
and Sega was instantly killed. The neigh
bora only learned this much of their names
from the marks on their gloves left on tbe
ground. Lega was not hurt.
In 1822, Midshipman Locke was killel
here iu a duel with a clerk of the Treasury
Department, named Gibson. The latter was
not hurt. In 1826, Henry Clay fought (his
second duel) with John Randolph, just
across the Potomac, as Randolph preferred
to die, if at all, on Virginia soil ; he receiv
ed Clay's 6hot and then fired his pistol in
the air. This was in accordance with a
declaration made tn Mr. Benton, who spoke
to Randolph of a call the evening before on
Mrs. Clay, andal!uded to the quiet sleep of
her child and the repose of the mother.
Randolph quickly replied, "I shall do noth
ing to disturb the sleep of the child or the
repose of the mother."
General Jessup, whose funeral 1 attended
last week was Clay's second. When Ran
dolph fired he remarked : "I do pot shoot
at you, Mr. Clay," and extending his hand
advanced toward Clay, who rushed to meet
him. Randolph showed Clay where his
ball struck his coat, and said, facetiously,
"Mr. Clay, you owe me a coat." Clay re
plied : "Thank God the debt is no greater."
They were friends ever after. In 1832 Mar
tin was killed here by Carr. Their first
names are not remembered, lhey were
from the South. In 1832, Mr.Kay sor.of Frank
Key and brother of Barton Key, of Sickles
notoriety, met Mr Sherborn who said : "Mr.
Key, I have no desire to kill you." "No
matter," said Kay, "I came to kill you."
"Very we!!, then," said Sherborn, "I will
now kill yon ;" and he did.
In 1833, W. J. GravCjOf Kentucky, assum
ing the quarrel of James Watson Webb and
Jonathan Cilley, of Maine, selected this
place for Cilley's murder, but the parties I
learning that Webb, with two firiends,Jack
son and Morrel, were armed and in pursuit,
for the purpose of assassinating Cilley,
moved toward the river and nearer the city.
Their pursuers moved toward the river but
missed the parlies and then returned to the
city, to which they were soon followed by
Graves, and the corpse of Cilley. In 1843,
a lawyer named Jones fought with and kill
ed a Dr. Johnson. In 1351, R. A. Hoole and
A. J. Dallas had a hostile meeting here.
Dallas was shot in the shoulder, but recov
ered. In 1852, Daniel and Johnson, two
Richmond editors, held a harmless set-to
here, which terminated in coffee. In 1853,
Davis and Ridgeway fought here ; Ridge
way allowed his antagonist to fire without
returning tbe shot.
Many of the names I could not get in
full, and some other duels were indefinitely
given by the "oldest inhabitant," for whose
courtesy I am much indebted. My infor
mant was an eye witness to many of these
beastly re encounters. In lact, these little
amusements seem to be enjoyed by the
Bladensburgers quite as much as a regatta
would'be at Cleveland. When there is a
lull in these sports, a sort of amphitheatre
is erected in the village, one mile lrom this
ground, and frequently one or two fighting
cocks are entered for single combat or duels.
These figbis, for quite as well grounded
cause, never ending in bloodless battles,
and they never kiss and make up. When I
took the cars at six this morning, my friend
Stevens said I must be sure and make a
note of tbe "Bladensburg races," so I very
gravely, while waiting for my coffee, asked J
the bar-tender how often the Bladensburg
races" occurred? "Never but once," he
said, "and I hope they never will again."
"Whr, how is that V I innocently irigr!lrr'.iAJjr?skJvH it . . . L """" "" "
the British soldiers in the last war. My
father ran so far in one day that it took him
two weeks to get back," said he. Mr. Ste
vens may make up his mind to come out
here in the morning. Any distance over
three hundred rods 1 shan't object to. My
blood is up and I am oil.
Happy Woman.
A happy woman I Is not. she the very
sparkle and sunshine of life? A woman
who is happy because she can't help it,
whose smiles even the coldest sprinkling of
misfortune cannot dampen. Men make a
terrible mistake when they marry for beau
ty, for talent, or for style ; the sweetest
wives are tht-se who possess the magic se
cret of being contented under any circum
stances. Rich or poor, high or low, it
makes no difference ; bright little fountains
ot joy bubbles up just as musically in their
he irti. Do they live in a log cabin, the
fire-light that leaps up on its humble hearth
becomes brighter than the gilded chande
liers in an Aladdin palace! Do they eat
brown bread or drink cold water from the
well, it affords them more solid satisfaction
than the millionaire's gale de fois gras and
iced champagne. Nothing ever goes wrong
with them ; no trouble is so serious for
them, no calamity so dark and deep, that
the sunlight of their smiles will not "make
the best of it." Was ever the stream of
life so dark and unpropilious that the sun
shine of a happy face tailing acroaa its tur
bid tide won d not awaken an answering
gleam ? Why, these joyous tempered peo
ple don't know half the good they do. No
matter how cros and crabbed you feel, Mr.
Grumbler no matter if your brain is pack
ed full of meditations on "afflicting dispen
sations," and your stomach with medicines,
pills and tonicn. just set one of these cherry
little women talking to you, and we are not
afraid to wager anything that she can cure
you. The long drawn lines about the
mouth will relax, the cloud of settled gloom
will var.iih nobody knows when, and the
first you know you will be laughing. Why?
That is another thing; we can not tell you
why you smile involuntarily to listen to the
first blue-bird of the season among the ma-plo-blosoms.
or to meet a lot of yellow
eyed dandelions in the crack of a city pav
ing stone. We only know that it is so.
Oh, these happy women ! how often
their slender shoulders bear the weight of
burdens that would smite men to the ground! '
How often their tittle bands guide the pon
derous machinery of life with an almost in
visible touch 1 How we look forward thro'
the weary day to their fireside smiles !
How often their cheerful eyes 6ee coleur de
rose where we only behold charged clouds !
No one knows, none ever will know until
th day of judgment, how much we owe to
these helpful, hopeful uncomplaining wo
men. Pen Torlrait of onr Sarior.
Found in an ancient manuscript sent by
Publius Lintulus. President of Judea, to the
Senate of Rome.
There lives at this time in Judea, a man
of singular character, whose name is Jesus 1
Christ. The barbarians esteem him a proph
et, but his followers adore him as the im
mediate offsnrins of the immortal God. He
is endowed with such unparalleled virtue
as to call back the dead from their graves,
and to heal everv kind of disease with a
word or touch. His person is tall and ele- J
gantly shaped his aspect amiable, rever- j
end. His hair falls in tlioe beautiful shades j
which no united colors can match', falling
into graceful curls below his ears, agreea
bly couching on his shoulders, and parting
on the crown cf his head, like the sect of
the Nazarite. His forehead is smooth and
large, his cheeks without spot, save that of
a lovelr red : his nose and mouth are form
ed with exouisite svmmetrv. his beard is
thick and suitable to the hair of his head,
reaching a little above his chin, and part
ing in the middl like a fork, his eyes are
bright, clear and sarene. He rebukes with
majesty, counsels with mildness, and in
vites with the most tender and persuasive
language. His who'e address, whether in
word or deed, being elegant, grave, and
strictly characteristic of so exhalted a being.
No man hath seen him laugh ; bat the
whole world behold him weep frequently ;
and so persuasive are his tears that none
can refrain lrom joining in sympathy with
him. He is very moderate, temperate and
wise. In short, whatever the phenomenon
may turn out in the end, he seems at pres
ent a man for excellent beanty and divine
perfections, every way surpassing the chil
dren ol men.
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Wht should man be so terrified at the
admission of nieht air into any of his ap
partments ? It ia natures ever flowing cur
rent, and never carries iLe destroying angel
with it See how soundly the delicate little
wren and tender robin sleep under its full
and immediate influence, and how fresh,
and vigorous, and joyous they rise amid
the surrounding dewdrops of the morning.
Although exposed alt night long to the air
of heaven, their lungs are never out of or
der ; and this we know by the daily repeti
tion of their song.
. A Merchant, examining a hogshead of
hardware, on comparing it with the invoice,
found it all right except a hammer less
than the invoice. "Och ! don't be troubled
about that, yer honor," said the Irish porter,
'au' sure the nagar took it out to open the
American Yonng Men.
American history presents many remark
able instance of young men taking promi
nent and commanding stations at an age
which would be thought very young in
other countries. We subjoin a few striking
examples from the list of those who have
passed off the stae of human action.
At the age of twenty-nine, Mr. Jefferson
was an influential member of the Legisla
ture of Virginia. At thirty he was a mem
ber of the Virginia Convention; at thirty-two
a member of the Continental Congress, and
at thirty-three he wrote the Declaration of
Independence.
Alexander Hamilton was only twenty
years of age when he was appointed a
Lieutenant-Colonel in the army of the Rev
olution, and aid de-camp to Washington.
At twenty-five he was a member of the
Continental Congress, at thirty he was one
of the ablest members of tbe Convention
which framed the Constitution of the United
States ; at thirty-two he was Secretary of
the Treasury, and organized that branch of
Government, upon so complete and com
prehensive a plan that no great change of
improvement has since been made open it.
John Jay, at twenty nine years old, was
a member of the Continental Congress, and
wrote ar, address to the people of Great
Britain which was justly regarded as one
of the most eloqnent productions of the
times. At thirty he prepared the Constitu
tion of New York, and in the same year
was appointed Chief Justice of the State.
Washington was twenty-seven years of
age when he covered the retreat to the Brif
ish troops at Brad dock's defeat, and was
honored by an appointment as Commander
in-Chief of the Virginia forces.
Joseph Warren was twenty-nine years of
age, when he delivered the memorial ad
dress on the 5th of March, which roused
the spirit of patriotism and liberty in his
eection of the country ; and at thirty-four
he gloriously fell in the cause of freedom
on Bunker Hill.
Fisher Ames, at the age of twenty seven,
had excited public attention by the ability
be displayed ;n the discussion of questions
of public interest. At the age of thirty, his
masterly speeches in defence of the Consti
tution of the United States had excited great
influence, so that the youthful orator of
thirty-one was elected to Congress from the
Suffolk district over the Revolutionary hero
Samuel Adams.
De Witt Clinton entered public life at
twenty-eight ; Henry Clay at twenty-six.
The most you'bfnl signer of the Declara
tion of Independence was WilHa.rn Hooper,
of North Carolina, whose ag was but
twenty four.
Evil Company. Sophronius,a wise teach
er of the people, did not allow bis daugh
ters, even when lhey were grown up, to as
sociate with persons whose lives were not
moral and pure.
"Father," said the gentle Eulalia one day
when he bad refused to permit her to go, in
company with her brother, to visit the fri
volous Lucinda, "father, yoa must think
that we are very weak and childish, since
you are afraid it would be dangerous to us
in visiting Lucinda"
Without saying a word, the father took a
; cal from the hearth, and handed it to his
daughter. "It will not burn you, my child,"
; said he "on,y tako il "
Eulalia took the coal, and beheld her ten
der white hand black ; and without thinking,
she touched her white dress, and it was also
blackened. "See," said Eulalia, somewhat
displeased as she looked at her bands and
dress, ''one can not be too careful when
handling coals'"
"Yes, truly," said her father ; "yon see,
my child, that the coal, even though it did
not burn you, has nevertheless blackened you I
1 So is lhe company of immoral persons."
Loving Dialogue "Wife, I am shortly to
leave you. The doctor tells ma that 1 am
to lire but a tew hours at most. I Ehall
6oon be in heaven.'
'What ! yMi soon be in heaven ? Yoa ?
You'll neverie, any nearer heaven thm
yoa are now, yoa old brute !'
"Dolphus, Dolphus," hoarsely growled
the old man. "Dolphus, bring me my
cain, and let roe larrup the old trollop once
before I die."
"Wht are yoa writing such a big hand
for Pat ?"
"Why, yoa see my grandmother's dafe,
and I'm writing a load letter to her."
Two girls, cousins, aged 15 and 16, hung
themselves in Jackson county, Iowa, re
cently, on account of loving the same roan.
Tbe census returns in one of the upper
townships of Northampton county report
fifty living children in four families.
So long as men are imprudent in their
diet and their business, doctors and lawyers
will ride in carriages.
Fast youths ar? now called young gentle
men of accelerated gait.
The Chinese picture of ambition is "a
Mandarin trying to catch a comet, by pat
ting salt on his tail."
The Bible has beea translated into two
hundred and sixty languages and dialects,
and is now in the hands of 100;000,000 peo
ple, or about one-tenth of tbe.V.TUS-C
Tired of Farming.
A few months ago a man who had been
a farmer from bis early life, came to the
city to buy stoves to sell again. Said he to
the stove dealer "the weevil begins to infest
the wheat, and all things considered, I am
'tired of farming,7 and so I have sold my
arm." The stove dealer remarked that he
thought within himself, that just as like as
not the farmer would find a weevil in the
heart of the new bnsiness and so it prov
ed, for when the day arrived on which the
note was matured given for (he cloves, the
old farmer now turned tradesman, confessed
that he had been unable to sell his stoves '
that he had most of them on hand.
"Tired of farming," the most independ
ent business a man can engage in, because
forsooth there are disappointments" and
perplexities, and trials, and vexations, at
tending it. Remember, you who are tillers
of the soil, that your cares and troubles and
anxieties are few and far between, compar
ed with those suffered by commercial men.
If yonr chances to become rich are not
so inviting and profitable as those of trades
men, bear in mind that the dangers of be
coming very poor and dedilute are far less.
Famine and abject poverty seldom overtake
the fanner, or haunt him in their ghostly
visits. He lives on the high table-land of
promise, rising far above the murky region
of want and destitution. His children say
there is bread enough to spare to the hungry
of other less fortunate callings.
Tired of farming !" Supposing yon are t
What is to be done in such a case ? Do yoa
expect to find employment wiihout trials
and perplexities 1 If so, yoa are doomed to
disappointment. There is no vocation ia
the world that will exempt those who do
engage therein from cares and fears and
vexations! So if you are tired of farming,
the best way is to get rested as soon as yoa
can, and prosecute anew the business for
which yoa are early trained, and which if
diligently followed, wili yield a good supply
of all the necessaries ot life together with
opportunities for moral and mental culture.
Thc Sea Serpent Acain.-A party of gentle
men who returned from a weeks's boating
excursion last night, and who, it may not
be improper to state, are all temperance
men, report having seen what they believed
to be a sea serpent, off Cape Cod last Sun
day afternoon. The statement made by two
of the number is substantially as follows:
Just before seven o'clock, as they were lying
to in a calm off the mouth of Barnstable
Bay, and some fifteen miles from Province
town, they 6aw a monster, about four hun
dred feet from the boat, passing slowly
along in advance of them. They describe
the creature as being black, about one hun
dred feet long, with a head almost the size
of a Kossuth hat, and the body as large
round as a tar bucket. When first teen the
head was some eighteen inches above the
water, and at times a large portion of the
body could be seen. They examined it
through a glass, and could see no signs of
any fins, and it went along with a move
ment much like that of an ell. Several of
tbe gentlemen have been voyages at sea,
and are familiar with the movement of por
poises and other fiah, but this creature diff
ered from anything ever seen by them be-
tore, it moved along slowly on tbe top ot
the tide, and suddenly disappeared ia about
ten minutes at the distance of a quarter of
a mile. It wa3 afterwards seen farther off
with the aid of a glass. Boston 7Vore2o,
Au". &tk.
Shocxinc Indian Mcrdebs in Aiizojta.
A letter to the St Louis Republican, from Ar
izona Territory, states that on the 22d nit,
the Peons, 1 1 in number, working at the
San Pedro mine, headquarters of the St.
Louis Mining Company, arose and surpris
ed the white6,murdering them and decamp
ing with all the movable property. The
murdered men were Fred. Brunckow, min
ing engineer; John D. Moss, chemist and
assayer; Jas. Williams, machinist W. M.
Williams, general superintendent of the
mine, had left for Fort Buchanan only a
few hours before, for supplies, thus provi
dentially escaping the terrible fate of his
companions. The bodies of all the murder
ed men when found were much mutilated
by wolves, and so changed by decomposi
tion as to be recognized only by their cloth
ing. All the deceased were known in St.
Louis, Prof. Moss particularly, who resign
ed a professorship in the public high school
for the purpose of Joining the fortunes of
the St. Louis Company.
A cuave-digg ek who buried a Mr. Bat
ton, placed the following item in a bill
which he sent to the widow of the deceased:
"To making a Button-hole 2s." -
Here is a conundrum got off by a Ne
braska editor : Why is a Nebraska shin
plaster like an impenitent sinner? Be
cause it does not know that its Redeemer
liveth.
A civic youth, intending to offer marriage
to a young lady, wrote to ask her to unite
with himself in the formation of an Art
Union.
An enthusiastic girl says the first time
she ever locked arms with a young man
she felt like "Hope leaning on her anchor."
Dobbs thinks that instead of giving credit
to whom credit is due, the cash had better
be paid. Dobb 5hou!;iroQ,j'rajr';
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