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Jill PRIVATE UPIXIOXS.
BT BOUGH AND R EADT.
Mankind are no better than robbers,
And Charity proves but a lie;
Salvation is doled out by jobbers;
Benevolence's all ia your eye.
Friendship a thing of convenience;
Happiness does'' not exist ;
Hope something far in the distance ;
Honor a prize fighter's fist.
Contentment is found in the gutter,
And wealth comes of robbing the poor ;
Trust steaU the bread and the baiter
From every grocery store.
True greatness is being successful,
No matter how wrong or how right ;
True love, while it lasts, is quite blissful,
But it seldom remains over night.
Slander is something quite common ; -Where
it touches it raises a blister;
It's much used by every true woman
Who is anxious to hold a "frail sister."
True Virtue a sorry old maid is,
Whose looks keep temp'ations away,
While fashion makes all our fine ladies
Who live only to make a display.
Poverty is the worst of all evils ;
Twill keep you in bondage for life,
Change all your relations to devils,
And make a poor slave of your wife.
Your children are objects of pity ;
Aristocracy christians the -brats;"
They are kicked about over our city
Like eo many troublesome rats.
Christianity dwells where the steeple
Lifts op its tall form to-vards heaven,
And belongs to a privileged people
Who are christians just one day in seven.
Religion is something too holy
For common mankind to possess ;
It is with the meek and the lowly
Who do something more than "profess."
Deception :s found in all places ;
'Tis confined to no section or class;
We all have its mark on our face;
To prove hjust look in the glasi !
THE WELCOME PASSEAGCK.
A cold winter's night found a stae load
of Ds gathered about the warm fire of a tav
ern baf room in a New England village.
Shortly after we arrived, a peddler drove up
and ordered that his horse should be sta
bled for the night. Alter we had eaten
supper we repaired to the bar room, and
toon as the ice was broken the conversation
flowed freely. Several anecdotes had been
related, and finally the peddler was asked
to give us a story, as men of his profession
were generally full of adventures and anec
dotes, lie was a short, thick-set man,
somewhere about forty years of age, and
gave evidence of physical strength. He
gave his name as Lemuel Vine)', and his
home was in Dover, New Hampshire.
Well, gentlemen," he commenced
Knocking the ashes from bis pipe, and put
ting it in his pocket, "suppose I tell you of1
about the last thing that happened to me ?
Yoa see I am uow right from the far west,
and on my way home for winter quarters.
It was about two months ago, one pleasant
evening, that I polled op at the door of a
email village tavern in Hancock county, In.
I said it was pleasant I meant, it was
warm, bat it was cloudy and likely to be
rery dark. I w ent in and called for cupper,
and bad ray horse taken care of, and after I
had eaten I sat down in the bar-room. It
began to rain about eight o'clock, and for
awhile it poured down good, and it was
awful dark oat of door.
'Now, I wanted to be in Jackson early
the next morning, for I expected, a load of
goods there for me which I intended to dis
pose of on my way home. The moon
would rise about midnight, and I knew, if it
did not rain, I could get along very comfort
ably through the mod arter that. So I ask
ed the landlord if he could not see that my
horse was fed about midnight, as I wished
to be off before two. He expressed some
surprise at this, and asked me why I didn't
top for breakfast. I told him I had told
my last load about all oat, and that a new
lot of goods was waiting for me at Jackson,
and I wanted to be there be tore the express
train left in the morning. There was a
camber of people sitting roand while I told
this, bat t took little notice of them ; one
only arrested my attention. I had in my
possession a small package of play-cards,
which 1 was to deliver to the Sheriff at
Jackson, and they were notices for the de
tection of a notorious robber, named Dick
Hardhead. The bills gave a description of
his person, and the man before me answer
ed very well to it. In fact, it was perfect.
He was a tall, well-formed man rather slight
of frame, and bad the appearance of a gen
tleman, save that his lace bore those hard,
cruel marks which an observing maa can
not mistake for anything bat the index to a
"When I went to my chamber I asked
the landlord who that man was, describing
the suspicions individual. He said he did
not know him. He had coma there that af
ternoon, a-d intended to leave the next day.
The host asked why 1 wished to know, and
I simply told him that the man's counte
nance was familiar, and I merely wished to
know if ever I was acquainted with him. 1
resolved not to let the landlord into the se
cret, but to hurry on to Jackson, and there
give information to the Sheriff, and perhaps
he might reach the inn before the villain
left, for I had no doubts with regard to hi'
"I bad an alarm watch, and having set
it to give the alarm at one o'clock, I went
to sleep. I was aroused at the proper time,
and immediately got up and dressed my
self. When 1 reached the yard, I found the
clouds all passed away, and the moon was
shining . brightly. The ostler was easily
aroused, and by two o'clock I was on my
road. The mud was deep, and my horse
could not travpl fast yet it struck me that
the beast made :nore work than there was
any need of, for the cart was nearly empty.
' However, on we went, and in the
course of half an hoar I was clear of the
village. At a short distance ahead, lay a
large tract of forest, mostly of great pines.
The road led directly through this wood,
and as near as I could remember, the dis
tance was twelve miles. Yet the moon
was in the east, and as the road ran nearly
west, I should have light enough. I had
entered the woods, and had gone about half
a mile, when my wagon wheels settled,
with a bump, and a jerk, into a deep hole.
I uttered an exclamation of astonishment ,
but that was not all. I heard another ex
clamation from another source !
"What could it be ? I looked quickly
around, but could see nothing. Yet I knew
that the sound 1 heard was very close to
me. As the hind wheels came up I felt
something besides the jerk of the hole. I
hear something tumble frorri one side to the
other of my wagon, and I could feel the jar
occasioned by the movement. It was sim
ply a man in my cart ! I knew this on the
instant. Of course I felt puzzled. At first
1 imagined some poor fellow had taken this
method to obtain a ride ; bat I soon gave
this up, for I knew that any decent man
would have asked me for a ride. My next
idea was somebody had gone to sleep ; but
they passed away as quickly as it came for
no man would have broken into my cart for
that purpose. And that thought, gentle
men, opened my eyes. Whoever was there
had broken in.
"My rest thoughts were of Dick Hard
head. He had heard me say that my load
was sold out, and of course he supposed I
had some money with me. In this he was
right, for I had over two thousand dollars.
I also thought he meant to leave the cart
when he supposed I had reached some
quiet place, and then either creep over and
shoot me, or knock me down. All this pas
sed through my mind by the time lhad got
a rod from the hole.
"Now, I never make it a point to brag of
myself, but I have seen some of the world,
and I am pretty cool and clear headed un
der a difficulty. In a very few moments
my resolution was formed. My horse was
now knee deep in the mud, and I knew 1
could slip off without noise. So I drew my
revolver I never travel in that country
without one I drew this, and having twin
ed the reins about the whip stock. I care
fully slipped down in the mud, and as the
cart passed on I went behind it and exam
ined the hasp.
"The door of the cart lets down, and is
fastened by a hasp, which slips over a sta
ple and is then secured by a padlock. The
padlock was gone, and the hasp was secur
ed in its place by a bit of pina so that a
slight force within would break it. My
wheel wrench hung in a leather bucket on
the Bide of the cart, and 1 quietly took it
cut and slipped it into the staple, the iron
handle just sliding down.
"Now I had him. My cart was almost
new, made in a stout frame of white oak,
and made on purpose for hard nsage. I
did not believe any ordinary man could
break oat. I got on my cart as noiselessly
as 1 got off, and then urged my horse on,
still keeping my pistol handy. I knew
that the distance of half a mile farther I
should come to a good hard road, and al
lowed my horse to pick his own way thro'
the mud. About ten minutes after this 1
heard a motion in the cart, followed by a
grinding noise, as though some heavy force
were being applied to the door. 1 6aid
nothing, but the idea struck me that the Til
lain might judge where I sat and shoot up
through the top of the cart at me, so 1 sat
down upon the foot-board.
"Of course I knew that my unexpected
passenger was a villain, for he must have
been awake ever since I started, and noth
ing in the world but absolute villainy would
have caused him to remain quiet so long,
and then start up in this particular place.
The thumping and poshing grew louder and
loader, and pretty soon I beard a human
"Let me oat of this !'' he cried, and he
yelled pretty load.
"I lifted op my head so as to make him
think I was sitting in the usual place, and
then asked him what be was doing there.
"Tell me what yoa are in there for,"
"I got in here to sleep on your rags," he
"How did you get in Vf
"Let me oat, or I'll shoot yoa through
the head !" he yelled.
"Just at that moment my horse's feet
struck the hard road, and I knew that the
rest of the route to Jackson would be good
going. The distance was twelve miles. I
slipped back oa the foot board and tookjhe
whip. I had the same then I've got now
a tall, ftout, powerful bay mare and you
"may believe there's some go in her. At
any rate, she struck a gait that even aston
ished me. She had received a good mess
of oats, the ait was cool, and she felfc like
going. In fifteen minutes we cleared the
woods, and away we went at a keen jump.
The chap kiside kept yelling p be let out.
"Finally he stopped, and in a few min
utes there came the report of a pistol one
two three four one right after the oth
er, and 1 rysard the balls over my head. If
I had been on my seat, one of those balls,
if not two of them, would have gone thro'
me. I popped up ray head again and gave
a yell, and then a deep groan, and then I
said, 'O, God save me, I'm a dead man !'
Then I made a shuffling noise as though I
were falling off, and finally settled down on
the foot-board again. I now urged up the
old mare by giving her an occasional poke
with the butt of my whip stock, and she
peeled it faster than ever.
"The man called out to me twice more
pretty soon after this, and as he got no re
ply he made some tremendous endeavors
to break the door open, and as this failed
him, he made several attempts on the pp.
But I had no fear of doing anything
there, for the top oflheT t is framed with
dovetails, and each sleer bolted to tbb
posts with iron bolts. I had it made so 1
could carry heavy loads there. By and by,
after all else had failed, the scamp commen
ced to holler whoa to the horse, and kept it
up until he became hoarse. All this time I
had kept perfectly quiet, holding the reins
firmly, and kept poking the beast with the
"We-were not an hour in going that doz
en miles not a bit of it. I hadn't much
fear; perhaps I might tell the truth and say
that I had none, for I had a good pistol,and
with that, my passenger was safaryet I was
glad when I came to the -barrel
factory that stood at the edge of l&ckson
village, and in ten minutes more t hauled
up in lrontof the tavern, and found a coup
le of men in the barn cleaning down some
" 'Well, old feller,' says I, as I got down
and went round to the back of the wagon,
'yoa have had a good ride haven't ye ?"
" 'Who are you V he cried, and he kind
of swore a little, too, as he asked the ques
" 'I'm the man yoa tried to shoot was
" 'Where am I ? Let me out !" he yell
ed. '"Look here, we've come to a safe stop
ping place, and mind ye, m) revolver is
ready for ye the moment yoa show your
self. Now lay quiet.'
."By this time two ostlers had come up to
see what was the matter, and I explained
it all to them. After this I got one of them
to run and rout out the Sheriff, and tell
what I believed I'd got for him. The first
streaks of daylight were just coming up,
and in half an hour it would be broad day
light. In less than that time the Sheriff
came, and two men with him. I told him
the whole in a few words exhibited the
handbills I had for him, and then he made
for the cart. He told the chap inside who
be was, and if be made the least resistance
he'd be a dead man. Then I slipped the
j iron wrench out, and as I let the door down
the fellow made a spring. I caught him by
! the ankle and he came down on his face,
and in a moment more the officers bad
him. It was now daylight, and the moment
I saw the chap I recognized him. He was
marched off to the lock-up, and I told the
j Sheriff I should remain in town all day.
"After breakfast the Sheriff came down
to the tavern and told me that I had caught
the very bird, and that if I would remain
until the next morning I should have the
reward of two hundred dollars which had
"I found my goods all safe, pai J the ex
press agent for bringing them from Indiana
polis, and then went to work to stow them
away in my cart. The bullet holes were
found in the top of my vehicle jnst as I ex
pected. They were in a line about five in
ches apart, and had I been where 1 usuallj
sit, two of them would have hit me some
where about the small of the back and pass
ed upward, for they were sent with a heavy
charge of powder, and his pistol was a very
"On the next morning the Sheriff called
upon me and paid me two hundred dollars
in gold, for he had made himself sure that
he had got the villain. I afterwards found
a letter in the post office at Portsmouth for
me, from the Sheriff of Hancock county, and
he informed me that Mr. Dick Hardhead is
in prison for life."
So ended the peddler's story. In the
morning I had the curiosity to look at his
cart, and I found the four bullet-holes jnst
as he had told us, though they were now
plugged up with vial corks.
"Uncle," said a young man, who thought
that bis guardian supplied him rather sel
dom with pocket money, yet fel: a little
hesitation in beginning an assault on his re
"Is the Qaeen's head still on the shilling
"Of course it is, yoa stupid lad. Why do
you ask that ?"
"Because it is now such a length of time
since I saw one."
Lawyers, according to Martial, are men
who hue out their word and anger. Juries,
like guns, are often "charged," and some-
tiroes w)thjy?nL7r,r-?r"",qr"t"'1 il 111 '"
Work and Recreation.
The Americans are a hard working peo
ple. There is no nation on the globe which
allows itself so few holidays and recreations
as we do. Oar English progenitors are not
thought to be very far advanced in what the
.French call the savoir virve, or the art of
living hapily ; but eyen the English, hard
as they are known to work, allow them
selves more play than'we do, they acquire
and keep a bluff, hearty physique, by much
open air exercise, to which we, as a nation,
are strangers. Our national habit is spare
and lank; our faces are sallow, or pale;
our chests are too narrow, and our stomachs
are too prone to dyspepsia.
- Habits imprint themselves upon the na
tures of men after a few generations almost
ineffaceably. Modes of life are sure to af
fect the constitution of the livers. Too
much monotony in occupation repeats its
elf in the character, and too constant labor
extracts the Bpring and elastic energy which
make labor most effective. The man who
plays a little now and then, works a great
deal better for it afterwards.
Work is noble and elevating, and all idle
ness is detestable. But recreation is not
idleness; it is rather a higher kind of
work. It is exhilerating to the spirits,
and serves as oil to the machinery, making
everything move more smoothly and swiftly
diminishing friction, and lessenicg the wear
and tear of the vital powers.
The best recreations are doubtless the
social ones. It is a fault, both in English
and American life, that there is so little
geniality and spontaneous off-hand social
intercourse. We learned from our progen
itors to be stiff and unbending; rarely to
speak, unless spoken to, and to consider too
much familiarity on the part of any body
an unpardonable sin. Some writer has
whimsically declared that if an Englishman
were to see a man's house on fire, he would
not venture to tell him of it, unless he had
previously been introduced. This criticism
indicates a fact, though it overstates it. See
how much pleasanler is the French bonhom
mie and the German heartiness and sim
plicity ! The chief end of life with those
nations, is to make life cheerful and happy.
Many of the Anglo-Saxon race 6eem to live
as if the chief end were to make things as
gloomy and uncomfortable as possible.
In a crowd of Germans or French, delu
siveness is laid aside, and good manners
consist, not in the preservation of punctilio,
bat in the natural play of feeling3. Polite
ness is not a system of rules, but the free
acting-out of generous impulses. Among
cultivated people, reins and padlocks are
not necessary. They can be trusted, who
live from a law of their own nature, and
conventionalities are chiefly of use to school
the boorish and savage, so as to make them
The -worst thing fashion does for us, is to
keep us apart. If we could come together,
we could not fail to learn more good man-
ners man we gei oui oi ail inis exciuaive
Social pleasures are not necessarily ex
pensive ones. Hospitality need cost no
more than we make it. A little pleasure,
when shared, goes a great way. If we come
together to enjoy ourselves and each other,
and riot the eating and drinking, we bhall
speedily find that hilarity does not demand
a long purse. No people enjoy social pleas
ures more than the Germans yet none
spend so little upon them. If our hearts are
well provided, we need not busy ourselves
to pamper our bodies, and if our minds are
well furnished, we shall not need to aston
ish our neighbors with the gold and mahog
any of our parlors.
Recreation is an art to be cultivated, with
mosof us. It comes naturally to some
races. Our American absorp'ion in busi
ness, and all-devouring pursuit ot the main
chance, keeps us in great, strangers to its
value. If we would set ourselves to learn
ing how, we should soon find that recreation
takes less time and less money, than we
A French traveler has remarked, that in
the United States, there is less misery, and
less happiness, than in any other part of the
world. We suspect there is some truth in
the paradox. Brother Jonathan thinks it a
very serious thing to be merry. To be al
ways grinding in his ideal of practical life,
though he does not permit himself to enter
tain visions of a good time coming, when
he shall recreate and rest. But as this good
time is postponed to the further side of what
is called "a fortune," it commonly recedes
before him as he advances in his career,
like a mirage in the desert tantalizing, but
unattained. It is not possible that it would
be wiser to take his comfort as he goes
along, lest he should somehow fail to get it
at the end of the journey f
Large Mosquitoes. In speaking of mos
quitoes of a large size, seen by one of the
party in a Southern lake, Lemon, (who was
a sea faring man many years,) remarked : .
"Well, there, Surinam is the darndest
place for mosquitoes I ever seed. Last time
I went for a load of merl asses, my cousin
driv me about to a plantation, and 'mong
other things on a farm I seed one o! the
prettiest yoke of cattle I ever laid my eyes
on. Neow, (I'm tellin' the troth you
neen't laugh,) when I came back where
them cattle was fust, one ox was missin',
or there was nothin' of him left but skin
and bone, any way ; and, if you believe
me, I squinted up a tree, and there wan the
cussedest big muskeeter I ever teed, a pick
in' his teeth with one of the horns."
Speak sofilj to the fatherless I
And check the harsh reply
That sends the crimson to the cheek,
The tear-drop to the eye ;
They have the weight of loneliness,
In this wide world to bear;
Then gently raise the fallen bud,
The drooping floweret spare.
Speak kindly to the fatherless !
The lowliest of their band
God keepeth, as the waters,
In the hollow of his hand.
'Tis sad to see life's evening sun
Go down in sorrow's shroud ;
But sadder still when the morning dawn
Is darkened by the cloud.
Look mildly on the fatherless !
Ye may have power to wile
Their hearts from saddened memory,
By the magic of a smile,
Deal gently with these little ones ;
Be pitiful, and He,
The friend and father of us all,
Shall gently deal with thee.
Stealing Water Melons.
A man in a country town took great 1
pleasure in having a neat garden. He had
aH kinds ot vegetables and fruits earlier
than his neighbors. But thieving boys in
the neighborhood annoyed him ; damaged
bis trees, trampled down his flowers, and
"hooked" his choicest fruits. He tried va
rious ways to protect his grounds : but his
watch-dogs were poisoned, and his set traps
caught nothing but his fattest fowls and fa
One afternoon, however, just at nightfall,
he overheard a couple of mischievous boys
talking together, when one of them says :
"What do yoa say, Joe ? Shall we come
the grab over them melons to-night. Old
Swipes will be snoring like ten men before
The other objected, as there was a high
wall to get over.
'Oh, pshaw !" was the reply ; ''I know a
place where you can get over just as easy
know it like a book. Come, Joe, let's
The owner of the melon-patch didn't like
the idea of being an eaves-dropper ; but
the. conversation so intimately concerned
his melons, which he had taken so much
pains to raise, that he kept quiet, and list
ened to the plans of the scapegraces, so
that be might make i. somewhat bother
some for them. Ned proposed to get over
tbe wall on the south side, by the great
pear tree, and cut directly across to the
summer-house, just north ot which were
Joe was a clever fellow, who loved good
fruit exceedingly, arid was as obstinate as
an ass. Get him once started to do a thing
and he would stick to it, like a mud-turtle
to a negroe's toe. The other didn't care so
much for the melons as for the fun of get
Now hear the owner's story.
"I made all needful preparations for the
isit ; put in brads pretty thick in the scant
ling along the wall vhere they intended to
get over; uncovered a large water vat that
had been filled for some time, which, in
dry weather, I was accustomed to water
my garden ; dog a trench a foot or so deep,
and placed slender beards over it which
were slightly covered with dirt, and just
beyond them some little cords, fastened
tightly, some eight inches above the ground.
I picked all the melons I cared to preserve,
leaving pumpkins and squashes, about the
size a4id shape of melons, in their places."
The boys were quite right in supposing
it would be dark ; but they missed it a little
in inferring that ''old Swipes" as they call
him, would be in bed. The old man liked
a little fun as well as Vaey, and when the
time came, from his hiding place he list
"Whist, Joe ! don't you hear something?"
I think that it was very probable they
did, for hardly were the words uttered,
than there came a sound of forcibly tearing
"Get off my coat tail !" whispered one.
"There goes one flap as sure as a gun!
Why get off, Ned."
And Ned was off, and one leg off his
breeches besides ; and then he was "oh,"
ing, and teliing Joe that he "believed there
was nails in the tide of the wall, for some
thing had scratched him most tremendously
and had totr. his breeches all to pieces."
Joe sympathized with him, for he said
half his coat was hanging up there some
where." They now started hand in hand, for Ned
believed "he knew the way." Thej had
arrived a little beyond . the trees when
something went swash! swash! into the
A sneeze ensues, and then exclamation :
"Thunder ! that water smells rather old!"
Ned wanted to go home at once, but Joe
was tho much excited to listen for a mo
ruent to such a proposition.
"Never heard anything about that cistern
before ; the old fellow must have fixed it
ci purpose to drown people in. Curious,
though, that we should both fall in it."
They poshed on for the melons. Pres
ently they were caught by the cords, and
headlong they went into a heap of briers
and thistles, and the like, which had been
placed there for their express accommoda
tion. " Such a gettin up stairs P muttered
"Nettles and thistles; how they prick !"
exclaimed the other.
They now determined to go on mote cau
tiously. ' At, length they arrived at the
There's more than a dozen fat ones right
And down they sat in the midst of them
and seemed to think that they were amply
rewarded for all their mishaps.
"Here, take this melon, isn't it a rouser 1
Slash into it."
" It cuts tremendous hard. Ned it's a
"No it isn't I tell yoa ; it's a new kind.
Old Swipes sent to Rhode Island for the
seed last spring."
" Well then, all I've got to say is that
the old fellow got sucket in that's all."
"I'm going to gouge into this water-melon
; halloo ! there goes a half dollar ; I've
broke my knife. If 1 didn't know that was
a water-melon, I should call it a pumpkin."
What the boys did besides, while the
onwner went to the stabla and unmuzzled
the dog, and lod him to the garden, he
couldn't say ; that they took long steps the
onion and the flower beds revealed the next
They had paid pretty dearly for the whis
tle. They had not tasted a single melon ;
they had got scratched, had torn their
clothes, were as wet as drowned rats, and
half scared out of their wits at the raven
ous dog and the apprehension of being
The next night the owner of the melon
patch invited all the boys of the village, in
cluding Ned and Joe, to a feast of melons,
on the principle of returning good for evil.
This circumstance changed the boy's opin
ion of "old Swipes," and his melons were
never again disturbed. Harper's Magazine.
The Louisville Journal beautifully says :
"There are times when the pulse 'lies low'
in the boom, and beats slow in the veins ;
when the spirit sleeps the sleep, apparent
ly, that knows no waking, in its house of
clay, and the window shutters are closed,
and the door is hung with the invisible
crape of melancholy ; when we wish the
golden sunshine, pitchy blackness, and ev
er willing to 'fancy clouds where no clouds
be.' This is a state of sickness when physic
may be thrown to the dogs, for we will
have none of it. What shall raise the sleep
ing Lazarus? What shall make the heart
beat music again, and the pulses dance to it
through all the myriad thronged halls in our
house of life ? What shall make the sun
kiss the Eastern hills again for us with all
his old awakening gladness, and the night
overflow with moonlight, music, Jove and
flowers?' Love itself is the great stimulent
the most intoxicating of all and performs
all these miracles ; but it is a miracle itself,
and is not at the drug store, whatever they
say. The counterfeit's in the market, but
the winged god is not a money changer, we
"Men have tried many things but still
they ask for stimulants. The stimulants we
use, but require the use of more. Men try
to drown the floating dead of their own
snuls in the wine cup, but the corpses will
rise. We see their faces in the bubbles.
The intoxication of drink sets the world
whirling again, and the pulses playing wild
est music, aud the thoughts galloping but
the fast clock runs down sooner, and the
unnatural stimulation only leaves the houe
it fills with wildest revelry, . more 6ileut,
more sad, more deserted, more dead.
There is only one stimulent that never
fails, and yet never intoxicates duty. Duty
puts a blue sky over every man up in his
heart may be into which the skylark Hap
piness always goes, singing.'.'
A Beautifcl Idea. Away among the
Alleghanies, there is a spring so small that
a single ox, in a summer's day could drain
it dry. It steals its unobtrusive way among
the hills, till it spreads out in the beautiful
Thence it stretches out a thousand miles,
leaving on its banks more than a hnndred
villages and cities, and many a cultivated
farm, and bearing on its bosom more than
half a thousand steamboats. Then joining
the Mississippi, it stretches away and away
some twelve hundred miles more till it falls
into the great emblem ot eternity. It is one
of the great tributaries of the ocean, which,
obedient only to God, shall roll and roar till
the angel with one foot on sea, and the
other on '-he land, shall lift up his hands to
heaven, and swear that time shall not be no
longer. So with moral influence. It is a
rill a rivulet an ocean, boundless and
fathomless as eternity.
Mother." O, woid of undying beauty I
Thine echoes sound alorg the walls of time
until the crumble at the breath of the Eter
nal. In all tbe world there ' not a habita
ble spot where the music of that word is
not sounded. Ay, by the golden flower of
the river, by the crystal margin of fte rock,
under the leafy shade of the forest lre, ia
the hut built of bamboo cane, in the mud
and thatched cottage, by the peaks of tht
kissing mountains, in the wide spread val
ley, or the blue ocean, in the changeless
desert, where the angel came down to give
the parched lips the sweet waters of the
wilderness ; under the white tent of the
Arab, and in the dark covered wigwam of
Indian hunter ; wherever the pulses of the
human heart beat quick ar.d warm, or float
feebly along the current of falling life,there
is that sweet word spoken, like a universal
"Mr dear Jolia," said one pretty girl to
another, "can't you make up your mind to
marry that odious Mr. Snuff?" - "Why, my
Summer in the Conntryv 'r-
The bright skies, green trees, ripening
corn, broad roeadows,orchards and gardens,
streams and rivers, the ever-varying and
ever-beautiful aspects of the country wear
their most inviting garb at this season of the
year ; and those of us who are compelled
to dwell in the labyrinths of brickwork
called towns and cities, sigh for the healthy
breeze and bright face of Nature. Who'
amongst us at this time of the year, at all
events would not willingly exchange all
the pleasures of town for a quiet home in
the country i
We want wholesome air. Air, says old
Fuller, is a dish one feeds on every minute,
and therefore it must needs be good. We
want light, God;s eldest daughter ; such a
fair, bright light as never shines in town.
We want a p!ea3ant prospect, a medley of
land and water; something that shall refresh
us with its beauty and tranquility. We
want a garden where we may rusticate, and
sit beneath the shadow of old trees ; a gar
den that shall yield us flowers and fruits.
We want a home to live in, fit for the sum
mer weather, that shall look pleasant, and
likea cheerful friend, seem to welcome US'
when come home, and that shall be thor
oughly comfortable in all its arrangements.
How we long for the pleasant walk in the
shady lane for the ramble in the wood,
where of old we gathered nuts and black
berries 1 for the velvety meadow, where the'
lounging kine are blinking in the sunshine !
for the pa'.h through the cornfields, on the
yellow upland ! for the wide prospect from,
the hill that stretches away to sea.
Lord Bacou tells us LucuIIas answered
Tompey well, who, when he saw his stately
galleries and rooms so large and well-lighted
in one of his houses, said, "Surely, art
excellent place for summer, but how do yoa
do in winter?"
The migration of the swallows has enga
ged the attention of every observant man,
and is one of the many remarkable illus
trations of the animal instinct. Winter is
unknown to the swallows for they leave the
green meadows before it arrives, and live a
life of enjoyment among the myrtle and
orange groves of Italy and the palms of
Africa. In this respect we cannot copy
their example, and indeed it would be tedi
ous work ; and but comparatively few of us
can adopt the plan of Lucullus, .possess
ourselves of separate mansions, especially
suitable for summer or winter; but, thanks
to steamboats and railways, we can enjoy
the fresh air and green fields for a trifle,
coming back to their homes, wherever they
may be, all the better and brighter for oar
trip our frames invigorated by the change
of air and mode of life, and our minds
stored with new ideas.
The following correspondence is said to
have taken place between a New Haven
merchant and one of his customers :
"Sir Your account has been standing for
two years, and I must have it settled imme
diately." To which the customer replied :
' Sir Things usually do settle by stand
ing; I regret that my account is an excep
tion. If it has been standing too long sup
pose you let it run a little while."
"There is no peace on this side of the
grave," said a distinguished clergyman
when preaching at the grave of a friend.
"Well, old chap," said a jolly jack tar,
"you can come over on this side, we are
quiet enough here."
A crust of bread, a pitcher of water, and
a thatched roof, and love there is happi
ness for yoo, whether they day be rainy or
sunny. It is the heart that makes the home,
whether the eye rests upon a potato patch
or a flower garden.
A depot in Illinois has the following over
the door : ''Notice Tobacco-chewers are
requested not to come to this depot very
long before the train leaves." A gentle hint
that they are considered a nuisance if they
remain too long.
"Now, then, my hearties," said a gallan
captain, "yon have a lough battle before
yoa. Fight like heroes till yoar powder's
gone, then ran ! I'm a little lame, and
"Good morning, Mr. Henpeck, have yon
got any daughters that would make good
"Not exactly, but I have got a wife that
would make a first rate devil."
The printer's devil of the Columbia Dem&'
crat office, wanted to kiss his sweet-heart,
addressed her as follows :
"Miss Lucy, can I have the pleasure of
placing my "imprint" on your 'bill ?' "
"Fortune knocks once at every man's
door." If she ever knocked at ours it waa
w'aen we were out.
Docqlas worked his way from cabinet
maker toTJ. S. Senator. Breckinridge will
work his way from Senator up to Cabinet
maker. It yoa turn away from worthy wen be
cause they are humbly clad, thej can boast
that yoa cat their coat and pantaloons.
TRisepoRTtDfor life The man that mar