BY, D. A. & C. H. BUEHLER
VOLUME XXII.
LVCT HOOPER.
They tell me, Lucy, thou art dead—
That all of thee we loved and cherished,
Has with thy summer MRS perished ;
And left, as its young beauty fled,
An ashen memory in ita stead—
The twilight of a parted day
When fading light is cold and vain;
The heart's faint echo of a strain
Of low, sweet musks passed sway.
That true and loving heart.—that gift
Ora mind, earnest, clear, profound,
Bestowing, with, a glad untluift,
Its ninny light on all around,
Affinities which only could
Chive to the pers, the true and good ;
And sympathies which found no rest,
!eve with the lowliest and the best.
Of them-4 thee remains there nought
But sorrow in the mourner's breast 1—
A shadow In the laud of thought?
Itio!Tiven my weak and trembling faith
Can lift for thee the veil which doubt
And human fear have drawn about
The sll•aweiting scene of death.
Bun se thou wast I see thee still;
And, save the absence of an ill,
And polo and weariness, which hero
Summoned the sigh or wrung the tear,
The same as when, two summers back,
Beside our childhood's Merrimack,
I saw thy dark eye wander o'er
Stream, sunny upland, rocky shore,
And heard thy low, soft voice alone •
'Midst lapse of waters, and the tone
Of pine leaves by the west-wind blown,
There's not a charm of soul or brow—
Of all we knew and loved in dice—
But lives in holier beauty now,
Baptized in immortality !
Not mine the sad and freezing dream
Of souls that, with their earthly mould,
Cast off the loves and joys of old—
Unbodied—like a pale moonbeam,
As pure, es passionlesa, and cold;
Nor mine the hope of Indra's son,
Of slumbering in oblivion's rest,
Life's myriads blending into one—
In blank annihilation blest; •
Ddst-atoms, of the Infinite—
Sparks scattered from the central light,
And winning back throat* mortal pain,
Their old unconsciousness again.
No have rafts Dt. in Spirit land—
Not shadows in a shadowy band,
Not others, but themselves are they.
And still I think of them the same
As when the Master's summonsemme ;
Their change—the holy morn liglit breaking
Upon the dream-worn sleeper, waking—
A change from twilight into day.
They've laid thee 'midst the household gmes,
Where father, mother, sister he;
Below thee sweep the dark 1,16 e waved,
Above thee bends the summer sky.
Thy own loved church hi sadness read
Her solemn ritual o'er thy head.
And blessed and hallowed with her prayer,
The turf laid lightly o'er thee there.
That church, w hose rites and liturgy,
Sublime,and old, were truth to thee,
Undoubted, to thy bosom taken
A• symbols of a loath unshaken.
E'en I, of simpler views, could feel
The beauty of thy trust and zeal;
And owning not thy creed, could see
How deep a truth it seemed to thee,
And how thy fervent heart had thrown
O'er all, a coloring of its own,
And kindled up intense and warm,
A life in every rite and form,
As, when on Chehar's banks dela,
The Hebrew's gorgeous vision rolled,
A spirit filled the vut machine—
A tile " within the wheels" was seen.
Farewell! A little time, and we
Who knew thee well, and breed thee here,
'One after one shall follow thee
As pilgrims through the gate of fear,
Which opens on eternity.
Yet shall we cherish not the less
All that is left our hearts meanwhile ;
The memory of thy loealiores
lihall roam our weary pathway smile,
Like moonlight when the sun has set—
A swag and tender radiance yet.
Thoughts oftby clear-eyed sense of duty,
Thy generous scorn of all things wrong—
The truth, tits strength, the graceful beauty
Whichever blended in tby song.
All lovely things by thee beloved,
shall whisper to our hearts of thee ;
These grew MIL where thy childhood roved—
Yon river winding to the sce—
ne sunset light of autumn eves
Redecting on the deep, still floods,
Cloud. crimson sky, and trembling leaves
Of gilded rainbow-tinted woods,—
These, in our view, shall henceforth take
A tenderer messing for thy sake;
And all thou lored'stelf earth and sky,
&am seined tottby memory.
( From the Boston Olire Brunch.
STORED AFFECTION.
EY MRS. M. A. DENISON
"Ton don't love my mother," said little
Ellen Crosby, slowly retreating from her
father with her hands behind her, and her
lips quivering as she spoke.
"What do you mean, pot ?" ho exclaim
od, springing after her, and drawing her
resisting form towards him ; "that is a
very strange thing fora little girl to say ;
what put it into your head that father don't
love mother ?" he continued, smoothing
back the soft hair from her whito forehead,
and .looking earnestly into her downcast
eyes.
"Because when mamma went away from
the table you spoke cross, and she said she
WAS always sick, and she has got a head
ache," added the child earnestly, while the
tears trickled dorm her cheek. "I have
been sitting beside her all the afternoon,
rubbing her fOreheisil ; • zaa she is sick and
tired very often, and you never toll her
you are sorry, and kiss her as-you do me."
Charles Crosby drew his little girl closer
to hia bosom. The artless words had fallen
like fine APOri his heart. Ire felt instant
ly that ho had spoken harshly more than
Ono° to the gentle being who had never
given him an unkind word. Seven years
of his wedded life had passed and
* o ily ; being young and a most impulsive
."ereiture when ho married, ho could hardly
appreciate the deep holy love which hie
sweet bride treasured for him and bin on
ly. After the romance of the affair, as it
soomedto hint, had nettled into a quiet,
peOtpn 'Monotonmia reality, his restless
yeszand tOr now fresh novelty. TO
• speed the evenimphours by the side of his
:wife' arid 'infant whciao beautiful face
'Shiantedli.o a rosebud upon the white pil
low in herlittle wicker:basket cradle, be-
came tiresome to him. Ile wished his El- started from hitt 7ctair, and placing Ellen
len had more vivacity, more brilliancy, for- on a low seat, strode rapidly through the
getting that these might accompany a va- room. The tears were raining down his
riableness of temperament that would truly face, but he kept them hidden from the
have made his home unhappy. little one, who sat timidly still on her crick-
Ellen was a most excellent wife ; here et, alMost afraid to move for fear she had
was that inward purity which stamps upon angered her father. Not so. A flood of
the features a loveliness far beyond mere the old tenderness had rushed back upon
beauty ; nobody hesitated to call her hand- his heart ; instead of the demure and gen
some ; her ways were winning, her form tle Alice, his memory pictured an angel of
light and fragile ; with all she had so whom he had been all unworthy; a pure
much prudence, and was so good a maim- radiant spirit who had sat by her household
ger, that from the time of his marriage, hearth in loneliness and sadness ; with a
Charles Criissby had been accumulating slowly, surely breaking heart—a heart
riches. But she needed much affection aud yearning and dying for love; unapprecia-
much care ; she was delicate, and so ted, lightly esteemed, seldom addressed in
sensitive that a word of reproach from the language of affection ) and yet return
one
she esteemed, would cause almost ing smiles for cold looks, never complain
serious
illness. The language of her ing; oh! had such an one blessed his
full blue eyes, as they were some- dwelling and he had not dreamed bow
times fixed upon the noble face of her hus- priceless a treasure he possessed ! Bitter
band, was, "Love me ; oh ! how I yearn was his self accusation, hot and copious his
for your full unrestrained love ;" then tears; suddenly he paused before her par
they would fall to the fluor while the chil-, trait, the young wife in the robes of the
ling consciousness that he was not towards' bridal seemed so joyous, yet subdued; just
her in manners as he had once been—and I as perfectly as she had appeared on the day
oh ! she feared not in heart—would send Ihe could first call her his own. Now, m
an icy thrill through every fibre of her ly one thought echoed and re-echoed
frame. Of htte, Charles Crosby had be- through his brain—"should she die—oh !
come au alien to his home, übtil the 'mid- should she die !"
night hour' he had found, as he, thought, For some moments he stood transfixed,
choice and congenial spirits, and with them, 1 striving to check the bursting sob that was
"the spirit of wo," that is "the spirit of i almost stifling him, when he felt a slight
wine." But alas ! his fine manners were pull at his coat, and turning, there stood
disappearing ; his home was not an earth- i little Ellen, her eyes all moist, and her
ly paradise to him now—he had grown I pretty lips lilac 'parted. " Papa," she half
very cold and very 4 ol,tvorldly ; indeed he j whispered, "may'nt I go up stairs and tell
knew not the extent of the change in him- 11111.11111111 you do love her dearly 1"'
self. Be Wight her to his breast and clasped
He worshipped his lovely child ; and
calkd her by the sweet names of "fairy,"
and "pet," and "darling ;" she was in t
truth such au one as few, very few parents I
are blessed with ; a child of neither ordi- 1
nary beauty or intellect, and but for her
mother's judicious care and teaching, her
powerful mind might have too swiftly ex
panded, and ripened quicker than the growth
of this world will allow, unless the exotic!
is to be transplanted into heaven. Charles
Crosby sank with his check resting upon
little Ellen's head ; the dear child once
or twice unconsciously sighed, and these
sighs were arrows to the wounded spirit of
the father.
"Darling, you speak strangely," he said,
after a long pause, during which conscience
had been busy ; father has a good deal of
hard work to do, and comes home tired and
perhaps a little fretful sometimes ; but
then—he doe's—love your mother," he said
slowly, and wondering what had become of
the glowing delight he had once felt at
the mere mention of her name.
"Do you, do you really love her then 7"
asked the child, sitting upright on his knee,
and fixing her full, beautiful eyes upon
him, "how strange : I thought by what
mainnia said, that you hated her almost."
"By what mamma said I" exclaimed
her father hastily, while a feeling of anger
shot through his heart at the sudden sur
mise that his wife had been striving to em
ulate the child's affections from him ;
"what did mamma say, Ellen ?" ho de
unindod sternly.
"Don't look so hard at me, father," she
replied, pressing his snowy hands over his
eyes, "mamma didn't tell me, but she told
God."
Mare and more astonished, Charles ga
zed upon the child without speaking, and
after a moment's pause, she continued, "I
went into mamma's room, this afternoon,
before I know she was sick, but I heard her
talking, nu I went on tiptoe. She was
kneeling down by the bed and praying to
our Father in Heaven ; and she cried and
sobbed as I do sometimes when I am
naughty, but I knew she was never naugh
ty, good, dear mamma,—was she ever
naughty, papa ?" she asked artlessly, wait
ing fora reply.
"She never was—to you or me ;" an
swered the father, choking down his emo
tion.
"Well, then, I heard her pray ; I knew
she wouldn't care if I did, because she
takes me with her some times ; and she
asked the dear God if ho would maim her
husband love her; and said that he went
away from his home and liked other peo
ple better ; and she said her heart wan
breaking, too ; and oh 1 she cried so bad,"
continued the child, giving such a mourn
ful emphasis to the last two words, that
her father's lips trembled, and the tears
came to his oyes.
" And then she turned round and saw
me; and she Galled mo to her and hugged
me tight, and said I was a precious child,
and kept asking me if I was sure.l. loved
her---very, very sure—till the wild light
in, her eyes almost frightened me. / kept,
tolling hor sho was my blessed mother, and
I loved her hotter thaati anybody inure
whole world eoept my father; and then
she toldmo must. love you dearly, for
7!"14 waa a ' kid father to me, and perbape
she weitbrikt livelong; sad if they did put
her into the cold ground, I must' make you /
forget it by my goodness sag affection;
but' t never 'could forget it, Could Yon 'fa
ther, if tliey put my Own sweet mother into'
the cold ground ?
This was too much : Charles Crosby
GETTYSBURG, PA. FRIDAY EVENING, NOVEMBER 14, 1 8 51.
her with the warmth of his new love close
in his 111111 H ; he kissed her again and again,
blessiu&his :%laker that " out of the mouths
of ,babes mid sucklings lie has ordained
praise; " then releasing the delighted child,
he said, " Yes, darling, you may, if you
wish to."
Thu child flew up stairs while her father
followed more "Mumma," she
screamed, bounding into the room, " you
won't cry any more, nor have the headache
now, father says he loves you dearly ; Le
told me so; he loves you dearly, my lima
mamma."
The poor woman sprang to her feet ; she
could not comprehend the scene ; she was
bewildered; her fair cheeks flushed and
grew pallid by turns ; she looked first at
her husband then at little Ellen, who had
expected her mother to laugh outright,
and appear as 'gleeful as she was; little in
nocent being.
" Ellen," said her husband in a faltering
tone, "our child is our peace-maker; abe
has wade me a better luau; I do love you,
Ellen, will you forgive me for my coldness
and neglect?' "
With a low, thrilling cry of delight, the
wife fell within her husband's arms ; he was
forgiven; he was happy ; in that moment
old barriers were broken down, old associa
tions forgotten, and he solemnly resolved,
with the help of God, to be no more au
alien from home ; to remember the vow
he had taken, and become worthy of the
confidence reposed in him.
Little Ellen daneml around to room, tos
sing her yellow curls and clapping her
hands as she shoumd, " oh ! I'm so happy,
I'm so happy, mother won't cry more."—
then under a childish, yet holy impulse
she knelt reverently down and lisped the
little prayer she had repeated every night
since she was but two years old :
" God bless my darling mother,
Illy darling father too,
And may we love each other,
As Christ's dear flock should do."
Think you there wore uo blissful tears
shed in the little chamber, as they listened
to the petitions of the artless babe?
The parlor was a cheerful place that eve
ning; little Ellen sat up later than usual,
because she was too happy to sleep; the
astral shed a flood of rod light over the
neat, well ordered room, the table was fill
ed with books, the piano forte open, and
pouring forth sweet sounds as of old, un
der the touch of the now light-hearted
wife; and a note was sent to the old ren
dezvous, in which Charley Crosby declined
the honor of being made president of the
Club. He never met with his old
companions again, nor did he, from that
time, quaff the soul-destroyer, " sparkling
wine."
Little Ellen is now large Ellen, but as
happy, and bright and beautiful as over.
She will soon give her hand to one worthy
of her ; and she remembers, as if it were
but yesterday, the dark hour, when she
found courage to tell her father that "ho
did not love her mother." She rejoices
with a joy unspeakable, that this childish
effort, of hors accomplished such important
results in the livdi and happiness of those
so dedrly beloved. '
PNACN AND WAll.—Peuce is that beau
tiful essence which flows undisturbeilly
from the pure and generous heari, arid
which so religiously says, "Though,my
neighbor offend me. seventy .timer severi.d.-
yet do I freely forgive him." Bat war is
a barbarous gametf merchandise murder,
wbieh isays, "My neighbor him slightly If
fended me ; therefore must I inflict upon
him the punishment of Cain."
"FEARLESS AND FREE."
Fraternity of Man.
All men are equal in their birth,
Heir. of the earth and ekie• ;
All men are equal when that earth
Fades from their dying eyes.
All wait alike on him whose power
Upholds the life he gave ;
The sage within his star-lit tower,
The savage in his cave.
God meets the throng who pay their vows
in courts their hands have made,
And hears the worshipper who howl;
Beneath the plaintain shade. '
'Tis man alone who difference seen,
And speaks of high sad low ;
And worships those and tramples these,
While the same path they go.
Oh! let roan hasten to restore
To all their rights of love !
In power and wealth exult no more,
In wisdom lowly move.
Ye great ! renounce your earth born pride—
Y e low ! your shame and fear :
Love as ye worship, side by side—
Your common claims revere.
/torrid Martineau.
Au Apology for Mirth.
There is a class of people in the world
who deem an apology necessary for the
indulgence in mirthfulness ! These are a
set of beings into whose souls no single
ray of sunshine ever entered, and who w ill
live and die and rut in darkness—despite
the beauty and joy and happiness with
which Nature so profusely surrounds
them.
It has always seemed to us, that the
good humor of life is a social kaleidescope,
whims hues and phases are as beatnilul,
as brilliant, as varied, and as infinite a:
are the numberless tints of the rainbow.
Its proper and just "appreciation renders
its possessor alive to all the most liberal
influences of his day and generation—and
enables him to look upon hull/all nattir4l,
in all its bearings, front the very pinnarle
of love, charity and beneficence.
For the errors and fully of character,
your true humorist entertains a laughing,
but philosophical and kindly indidgenve.
lle is pre-disposed to tolerate the hobles
of mankind; for he is thus inclined to love
his species better—and his good luuuur
well prompt him to dissect and make bare,
with judgment and precision, the moral
differences between m an and arts.
Caricature ;imply portrays man's faults
and eccentricities, lur the sake of rid wide ;
while hottest humor presents to the gaze
only the man. Guild Milner in its genu
ineness, is a heaveit horn quality. It is
the very essence of the mind, tor it origi
nates in the brave and the heart. it syni
pa.tioses with our liVia nature. it enriches
where it is lelt, it hooks te.iderly and
qui all the imperfections ol Itfe, and
ever earnest in Its alierliutis.
It t Nice blessed. It bl-sseth
Ilirn hint gives and hum Om( tarn;
A lid Jolh necoine the Ihrenell lAA ~, arch
Even butter Ilion his crown!"
True—it often turns nor weakness and
errors into temporary• WeirllllCill ;
hui
never wvlllingly staid, or
leaved a Near.
Dickens declares that it is something
even to look upon &tom mein au that it be
free and wild, and in the face of nature,
though it may be the enjoyment of au
idiot. It is something to know that hea
ven has left the capacity of gladness in
such a creature's breast—it is something
to be assured that however lightly men
may crush that faculty in their fellows, the
great Creator of Mankind imparts it eves
to his despised and slighted work. Who
would not rather see a poor idiot happy ill
the sunlight, titan a wise man pining in a
darkened jail"?
Ye men of gloom and autuethy, who
paint the lace of infinite Benevolence, with
au eternal Crown, read in the everlasting
book. wide open to your view, the lesson
it would teach. Its pictures are not in the
black and sombre huei, but bright and
glowing tints—its inusic, save when you
drown it, is not in sighs and groans, but
cheerful sounds. Listen to the million
voices in the summer air, and hind one dis
mal as your own. Remember, if ye ean,
the sense of hope and pleasure which ev
ery glad return of day awakens in the
breast of all your kind, who have not chan
ged their nature—and learn some wisdom
even trout the witless, when their hearts
are tilled up, they know not why, by all
the mirth and happiness it brings.
GREAT MEN.—Atuong the early risers
we encountered near the market-place, on
the avenue, this morning, were one Daniel
Webster and one Winfield Scott. The
most favorable time for a pleasant how•do
you-do with an old gentleman by the MID
of ,Henry Clay, during his occasional visits
to this city, is at sunrise in the morning.
in the same vicinity. The impress of
greatness is thought to be congenital with
some men; but energy, resolution, perse
verance. and industry may -possibly have
something to do with a man's destiny.—
Wash. 7d.
A QUAKER Larrtut.—An English paper
gives the following as a letter from a Qua
ker in the country to a friend in the city :
Friend John. I desire thee to be so kind
as to go to one of those sinful men in the
flesh called an attorney, and let him take
out an instrument with a seal fixed therm
upon. by the means whereof we may seize
the outward tabernacle of George Green,
and bring
.him before the lamb•skin men,
(tlie Judges) at Westminster, and teach
him to do as he would be done by. And
so I rest thy. friend in the light. R. G.
Pansua poet gives the following in
structions on the manner iu which wen
should treat. wo,tnan:
,"When thou ,art married, seek to please
thy Wife; but listen not to all she says.—
Feont Men's right skid 'a rib was taken to
'form the vvoirtstr, and never was there seen
crib quite striight: It breaks * butbettils not:
Mince Oath it Plain that Brooked is we
mania tegoper,forgive her faults, and Ideate
her not; nor let
,her anger thee, nor cor
rection uie, as it is vain to straighten that
which is crooked."
Dying Words of Noted Persons.
"A death bed's a detector to the heart;
Here tried diaiimulation drops her mask.
Through life's grimace.tbat mistress of thssoens.
Hero real and apparent are the same."
'Head of the army.'—Napoloon.
•I must sleep now.'—Byron.
'lt matters little how the head
Sir Walter Raleigh.
Kiss me. Hardy.'—Lord Nelson.
'Don't give up the ship.'—Lawrence.
•I'm shot if I don't believe I'm dying.'—
Chancellor Tnurlow.
, Is this your fidelty r—Nern. • "
•Clasp my hand, my dear friend, I die.'
—Alfieri .
'Give Dayroles a chair.'—Lord Ches
terfield.
•God preserve the Empernr.'—}layden.
, The artery ceases to beat.'—Halter..
• Let the light enter.'—Goethe. •
•AIl my possessions for a moment of
time.'—Queen Elizabeth.
What ! is there no bribing death.'*Car
tlinal Beaufort.
'1 have loved God, my father and liber
ty:—Madame de Steel.
*Be serious.'—Grntius.
'lnto thy hands, 0 Lord.'-'l"estio.
'lt is sinall,..very small indeed:— (clap
ping her neck.)—Anne Boleyn.
'1 pray, you see me safe op, and for my,
earning down, let me shift for myself,' (as
cending the scaffold.) --Sir 'finnan Moore.
•Don't hit that awkward squad lire over
my grave.'—liohert Burns.
reale,' if I were robe myself again.'--Sir
IVaher Scott.
.Iresign my soul to God, and my dangh•
ter II) my country.'—Jefferson.
.11 is well.'—Washington.
'lndependence forever.'—Adams.
1i is the last of earth.'—J. Q. Adams.
.1 wish you to understand the true prin
ciples of the Government. 1 wish them to
he carried out. 1 ask ato more.'—liarri-
•I have endeavored to do my duty.'—
I•avlor.
•'There is not a drop of - blond on my
mls.'—Frederick V., of Denmark.
`Yon spoke of the refreshment, my Emi
lie, lake my last notes. sit down on my pi
ano here. stag them with the hymn of your
sainted mother ; let me hear once more
those .totes which have so long been my
soliwement and delight.'—Mozart.
•A dying man can do nothing easy.'--
Fran
, Let not poor Nay starve.'—Charles
"Let me (lie to the sounds of delicious
music.'—Miribeau. [American Union.
A Negro Sermon.
The discourse,- from which the annexed
passage is. taken, wasactually preaelted in
Ole town of Zausestlle, Ohio, some years
The name of the reverend divine,
who was a colored gentleman. 14.1141 We be
lieve a sincere and bumble Christian. we
have forgotten, but the Judge (harper to
whom he refers, we remember well. lie
was, we believe, at that time, President
Judge fli the 15114 Judicial Circuit i)l' the
Court of 0 ))))) mon Pleas has since repre
sented the District in Congress, and is, if
we are not mistaken, the present Represen
tative. 'l'lle Judge was present at the de
livery of the sermon, and was brought in
by the preacher, by way of illustrating a
eerrain position, then mud there taken by
him, But to the passage :
• My dear frees and bedran," said the
preacher," de soul oh de brauk man is as
dear in de Lord, as de soul ob de white
man.
"Now you all see Judge Harper.ll setting
da hle inin' on; his fp headed cane—you
all know de Judge ouggas, and a berry line
man he is, too. Well, now. Ise gwine to
make a little eomparishment. Supposie
de Judge some fine 1111011111' put his basket
on his arm an goes to market to buy a
piece ob meat. Ile soon finds a nice
fat piece ob 'notion an' trots off wit! it. Do
you s'pose de Judge would stop to 'quire
wedder Oat annum was oh a white sheep,
or oh a Brack sheep ? No, nulfiirt-Aab de
kind—if do mutton was nice an' fat, it
would Wall de seine to de Judge—he would
not stop to az wedder do sheep had white
wool or brack wool.
Well, jes so it is, my Irene, wid oar
Hebenly Manner. He does not stop to az
welder a soul 'longs to a white man or a
!week man—wedder his head is kivered
wid straight hair, or kivered wid wool—de
only question He will ex, will be, 'ls die a
gaud rout r an' if so. de Massa will say—
Enter into de joy oh de I•or~, an' set down
on de same bench wid white man—yo'se
all on a perfect ••quality !"
[Decatur Gazelle.
Give me a Friend.
Give Mu a friend to love mu—
A friend that I can ItWe—
And let the storm around me blow,
The sky he dark above—
The breathing of that gentle heart,
The light of that bright eye.
shall be to me a would of Wealth.
The rainbow of my eky.
SINK DIE.—In a neighoring county, the
Democrant hail for over twenty years been
in lite habit of holding their county nom
inating convention at the house of a etauuclt
old Democrat, Mr.
Ile happened on a recent occasion, for
the first time, to be in when they had-fita
ished their business and heard a little dele. !
gate front R— move that ..this conven
tion do now adjourn sine die."
*Sine die,'. said Mr. —to a person
standing near, • where it; that
W'y—thees way up in the northern
part of the tsonnty, said his neighbor.
Hold on, if you pleave, Mr. Citeermant'
said U—, with great earnestness and
einphasis ;''hold on,. sir. I'd' like to be
heard on that question. I have kept it
public hotate'rip , w for omen twenty years:
eveal ways been a -Dent=
(tend,' itidriteVer split my tioket in'tuy life.
This is the must central locution in' the
country, and it's where we've aliere hold
oar einciauses. I've never had or asked
an °Thee, amid have worked night and day
for the party, and now I think, adjourning
this convention way up to sine die, is mean
—it's centeunptible.—S)iiril of she Sirna.
Of all the refiners of the course nature of
man, true female society is the most effect=
ive. There is a respect for the softer sex
implanted in us.by nature that makes de
desire to appear well in the presence of
delicate and intelligent females,- and has a
tendency to elevate our feelings, and, make'
us assumes gentleness and propriety of de=
portment totally at variance with all coarse
ness and vulgarity, Such is the influence
of the,intercourse of which we apeak, in
forming character, that we do npt recollect
ever having seen a young man devo ted
the society of ladies of his own age, that
did not turn QM Well and pros'per
while on the other hand, we have observed
many who, by confining theater:lies. to as
sociations with the mei:Mier! of their sax.
acquired a rotighnees end uneoetfinesit 'of
manner that entirely unfitted . theii for the
intercourse of life. We are 'perfectly a-
ware that a ftiolish timidity 'is 'at' the bot
tom or this; we esteem it a Treat defeat
of character. If the ladies were only a=
ware of the Power they rightfully possese
in forming the habits and manners of men,
they would take pains to allay the' Sehiii
tiveness which produces want of ease in
their presenee, and by h ecoming affability
add kindness. cherish confidence and self
possesion. The members of the two 'Sex
es were invited by their Maker to be com
panions for each other, and the more elegy
and free their internimrse•can be--Auere
gari being had to strict
more delicate and refitted will be the send-
MUMS of all concerned.
A Talk with Bachelors.
What are you tit for in this world 1—
What good are you doing your country 1
What are you (tab; for posterity
IV hat interest have you In the "generation
yet unborn" you read of ? 'Where Will
you be when old men, it your vile habits
ever permit you to arrive at a good old age 1
Won't you be like lonely, seared nd-icatti
ed trees standing in a big 'cleating without
a companion, - and your life unprotected
from the frosts by young Raplins ai your
feet 1 Or won't you be like pumpkins in'
a cortt-fieltk more prominent because of
your prodigious ugliness and leetiliness,
that) the stalks at your aide Wetted with
gulden grain? Hold yuur heads up and'
talk like men, 'whether you can act so or
not. Now don't you feel ashamed of
yourselves 1 LoOk at the gills about you,
all smiles and sugar—hearts overflowing
with love, ready to be spilled on the first
gond fellow that can ouch their 'lntim..
tines-feelings rich as cream, which by a
kindred spirit can soon be worked. into
butter, and spread all over you life, till you
Tare happy as the birds of spring. -Look
at them, and feel the disgusting; pitsititin
which you occupy in the cabbage - garden
of humanity. W hat are yon holding trick
fort Now j ost reform-Imi on your best
I looks and your beat coot—visit the girls,
Ice-cream them, talk to them prettily, drive
I them, walk them. please them—then pro
pose, get aceepted, marry, and the country
will rely on you as a faithful and
posed citizen.
Foolish lipping,
Namur gipping.
tiweeter Mon thy honeyeal flowers;
Cinch employment !
What enjoyment
It imparts to twilight hours !
A WAlt A NECHOTIt —During the re
nowned " Dorr war," in Rhode Island, a
bill wan brought in to "organize the army."
This aroused from steep an old man in one
corner who represented u town iu the west
of the state. ", Mr. Speaker," said ho, "I
tell you 1 um decidedly opposed to ' orgaui ,
zing' the army as you null it. Our fore
&chomp through the Revolution with no
thin' but a drum and fife, and oum off fuss
best too ! Igo agin organs. They'll bo
dreadful unhandy things in battle, now I
tell you !" This was irresistible, and
" Aunt Rhntly's army," we .are informed
remains unorganised' to this day.
A Nmw Lunrr Ditiooveaso.—lt is
said that Mr. fetes, of Dundaa, Canada,
has discovered a mode of producing a beau
tiful light from a peculiar decomposition
of common air. is is clear, smokeless
and brilliant; perfectly safe, and can be
produced at so very trifling a cost that, if
it turns out as described, it must supersede
the use of all descriptions of artificial light
now in 100. It is the•intention of the in
ventm shortly to exhibit the results of this
invention to the public, and to apply fora
patent.
KrAt u late trial somewhere in Ver
mont, the defendant, who was not familiar
with the multitude of words which the law
employs to make a very trilling charge ;
after listening awhile to the reading of the
indictment, jumped up and said : "Them
'era allegations is false, and that 'ore
ulli
gater knows it? "
The celebrated Ma'herbs dtned one day
with the Archbiehop of Rouen, and fell
asleep soon after the meal, The prelate.
a sorry preacher, was about to deliver a
sermon, and awakeited'Malherbe, inviting
him to be an auditor. " 4h; thank you."
said Malherbe ; pray excuse we; 1 shill
sleep very well without that.'
Stacy G. Potts
The ladies of (Greenland dross rather
queer. Their petiipoati consist 9t
hides, while the only necklace. they wear:
are made up of links of sausages. We
have often heard of ladies looking 4 , goixi
enough , to aut.?' to Greealead they are
Qua might have , heard si pin fall. is A
proverbial expression of attlentoo; but,
help been eclipsed hy,the French Pltritve*—s
y ou al i g ht have heard the unfolding of a,
lady's evonbrio,pockel hondlterchisf. , ,
The . Nlahoinetaits suppose thitshoeting
stars are the firebrands with which the
good angels (hive away the bad when they
approach too near the walls of Hessen.
To cure Deafnesa—tell a man you're
cows to pay him unoney..,
Female Soeletf:
TWO DOI LARS PER ANNIDA
NUMBER 36.
Passia* thronac.aalliDeberip
Estrael pveei s hoirohd kept by ai fitermasolgair 00.
ved les the Andie Expedinvoi of 1861)-51; •
SUNDAY, Jane 80,18811.—Modred toil*
iceberg ; weather calm ; •ely tiondleits mut
~.beautifillly blue;" surrounded by it vest ,
number of atupemlons bergs. glittering anti
glistening beneath the refulgent rapt of a
mid.day sun.
Agreut portion of the crew had gone on '
shore to gather the eggs of the will sea. ,
birds that frequent the lonely tee.bostitl
precipices of Batlin'i Bay, whikrthale on
board hadvetired to rest, wearied With 'the
harrassing toils of the preceding day:
, me; walking the deck alone,. all Nie.'l
lure seemed huehed in universal repose.
While thus coni e mpiating the 'Milieu of
the' monotonous' ;minis around me; 1 ob. ,
served in the otratkit large ieeherg, , ettro
pletely perforated, =exhibiting' in thir die , ""
once an arch. Or tinnel, apperendy so
Worm in its onnfirmation that I was indo
I cedto Gall 'two of the seamen to look it it,
at the ism . ° time telling them that -had
never read or heard of any of our , aretiet .
voyagers prising through one tif those
arches no frequently. seen through large ,
bergs, and that.thera would be weovelty
in doing wand if.ther oboes waceoinpatir
me I would get permiesion to take thedin. , ' ,
gy small boat) and endeavor to ectotlb. l
pin& theenprecedented lest; therreafillr
agreed, and sway we nvemt. - •i ,
On nearing the arch, bid asitertabilne
-thettlieve-wfaiHmffildenor ofiestefletihe
boat ur-pess through, we rowed slowly slid
silently under, when theresturst open oar
view one of die most magnificent , schicli
Ivens of nature's handiwork e'er exhibit. ,
ed to mortal eyes; the aublimitywrid
; grandeur of which no language tan des.
tribe, no imagination conceive. • -
1_
_Ealmy untueruie arch of eighty feet
I span, fifty feet high, and upwards of oft*
hundred feet in breadthi•as entreat-in hp'
rronfoftnationws-ifir--fraci-been
ed by the most scientifia tirtigt. foimeePor
gelid ice of a beautiful emeimid green,' ltir
whole expanse of mane
the mat potiehed wiabastm Ind yeidmity .
form some alight conception of the archl4
tennit beauty of tbis ley tertiplet theltnitio
dertul workmanship of tithe antklistillat ..
menu'. • r.
When wetted got shoat half way thre,.W
the mighty structurtclar lookl0(20 , 0q.
I.obseriedlhatthe berg wai renttlieSlßlP
breadth of the arch, and in $ perpendietKw
tar direction, to its summit, shoWilighwrit
verticle incidents or irrettilifr"• Intlaelah7
'darkly. deeply. beautifully blue:. here aid:
there illuminated by an afatia sitinierhfcli
darted its golden rays between, presenting.
to the eye a picture of etherial - graattleuri
which no poet could describe, no.liehifar
portsay. •L• was so,prarfrefi with the'
aiglit,that for a mainain f fancied the Nemec
vault of heaven' had opened, and 'untie I
actually gazed nn the celestial splendor °fel
world beyond this. :(
Hat, nlasi.in an- instant theseeneehanip.,
ed, and I awoke, IS ft it were, front adelight.
fel dream to expatiatee all the hovers of ,
a terrible reality. I obeerved the 'fracture;
rapidly close. then again slowly open,
This stupendous mass of tee, millitirisW•
tons in weight. was afloat, nonsequenilyf
in motion, and apparently about to t Imes.
its equilibrium, capsize or bunti iatoiratii
lamina. Our position Was truly awfnl•li
my feelings at the moment spar betton.l
ceived ; cannot be described. I, 'Coke&
down wards'nud amend sue; ibe eight weal
equally appalling ; the very two seemed
agitated. I at last shut my eyes from a
scene so terrible; the men 41 the oars, as
if 'by inatinet. .gave way: and'oiirliftle
bark swiftly glided front beneath Ahd
gamic mass.
We then rowed round thebett Itaaptile
at a respectful distance Irate it, in °Wet* ,
judge of its magnitude.' katippoftedirtoi
be skint a' mile in eirransfersbeiritudrilar
highest pinnacle 260 feet. • -
Thus ended an excursion: the bye reeohi:
lection of which at this moment sividmitei
in me a shudder; neverthelem,,i urtudd'
not have lost the opportunity.ofbeholding
a scene so awfully sublime, so 3 tragically .
grand, fur any money, but Viviruiditot so:
gain run such a risk for the. worlds , —'
We passed through the berg about-twin.
P. M, and at ten o'clock the same eight.
it burst; agitating the sea for mileattroutvd...
I may also observe that the two men
who were with me in the boat did , not ob.
serve that the berg was rent mail told -
them, after we were out of danger; we.
having agreed, previously, to castle, the
arch, not to speak a word to each , other,
lest eiihn heed' should disturb the ittalw
N. B.—Arctic voysgent differ mt4:ta
what portion oleo iceberg is under wow.
Some say one•filth; •some onrterweith , t
some more. I refer the reader to Abe
works of Roos and Parry as thiEbeitt au
thorities.
FRAORANCIN OF ONlOttfo-..94i0n11d0 tero
certainly add to the sweetneint,of lady's
breath though in fact they really do addict.,
the fragrance of dowers. Let our lady
readers plant a large onioci near 1, foie buith
so as to touch its Fonts, antic our.tratot for .
it. it will wonderfully increase the odor of .
the flowers. The water distilled from
those roses would be far superior to soy
other. This is strange. but true.
The first newspaper tolerated in Virgin..
ia, was in 1780 ;, the subscription pike
was $5O per annum for one copy; Weer.
'fisetrituds of moderate length were inserted
for ten dollars the first week. and seven
dollars for mush .week succeeding.
A dandy, remarking ono summer day
that the weather was so excessively kW
that when he put his head in i t bestir of
wow', it fairtrboiled, reoeiveitroo . rapid;
utlien. , airi Fon have eat had spuras
very little expanse."
A nide boy , be4itt Ounthfor tbiliese;
Om-
ed with the rerlarthenor no theorems, end
cried out Mother, mother, 'bore', the
monkey t" ' • .
How lees id idisto reasais is Poodles
before bet Warred ? 68W se awisble spieler
to 6 lovers bsebsed. he got e wife. is•
welted theirwbsod eslatly.