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jh &C. H. BUEHLER.
VOLUME X.XV. I
14411,43gUd howls the tempest, andElerce relit the
gim, , . •
And the' winds of 'winter era wing'd' to de
"I \ isuomor
When a matt i
Bow. bright ire the f ....
,_ hearth !
The blesk blasts Mar scat''
But the firegiderciiele is rhea 1
There, tottering age, with ite white foe ,is teen.
Recounting old stoilei when lifetime was green ; ;,
There, the pleated eye of boyhood past gloriescom
now clasps the once blooming
And infancy sports round its gr•ndsire's knee ;
And thettlnd mother looks, through • smile and•
On the fireside circle, .o precious end dear.
Arid there the gay lover, when day task. ere done,
Mil l sts t l i c 'et the hearth stone his heart's chosen
Mir Clea n :tire fond hand that ere long Is to bind
,the chain that has linked them in
:And hail the bright senile that no . clouds ever
' - dim,
•Thitssball hallow the fireside circle for him.
And there the lone wanderer faro'er the main.
fiumairbeek to the fondly loved mete again--
14hp a dove to the ark, frornecean's rode breast,
Ifs Aim itis that heaven at bleeeinge and rest—.
Nu longerite bears the wild sea's pollen roar,
rat the Aresilde circle bath claimed him once
The ploy-ground of children Chet meet in their
; • toirth.',
The trest,.dmest aporforold ege upon earth ;
The tret:riliest of - lovers, the mother's fond shrine,
The seaman's tint hsiLuhe quits the blue brine,
The oho'remly *hex devbtion uprearei
Is the fireside eitele dine Moser endears.
[ From Wolfed'. Roost.
TIIE BIROS Or SPRING.
BY 'WARRINGTON IRVING.
ly quiet residence in the country, a
loof from fashion, politics, and the money
market, leaves me lather at a.loss - for oc
cupation, and drives me occasionally to
the study of nature, ned ither low pur-
suits.. Having few neighbors, also, on
.whom to keep a watch and exercise my
habits of Observation, I am fain to amuse
'myself with prying into the domestic con
cerns and peculiarities or the animals a
round me; and during the present season,
have derived. considerable entertainment
from-certain sociable little birds, almost
• • the oily visiters we have daring this early
part of the year. .
Those who have passed . the winter in
the country, are sCrisible of the delightful
influent:ea that accompany the earliest in.'
dietitians Of spring ' • and of "these, none
are wore'delightful than the first notes of
the birds. There is one modest little sad
colored bird, / much resembling a wreit;••
which came about the house just on the
t-kirtsaf.wiater, when not a blade of grass
• ....stmti t arelia,seen, wherta -.few manta;
• turely warm days had given a fluttering
foretaste of sett weather. He Rang early
in the dawning, lung before sunrise; and
late in the evening, just before the closing
is of night, his moan and his vesper
hymns. It is true, ho sang occasionally
throughout the day ; but at these Still
hours, his song was more remarked. Ile
sat on a leafless tree, just before the win
dow, and warbled forth his note,, few and
but singularly sweet, with some.
thing .4a plaiutire thee, that heighteued•
The first morning that he was beard,
was a joyous one among the young folks
4 , f nay household. The long, death-like
*deep of winter was at an end; nitturo.war
once more awakening ; they now prom
ised themselves the immediate appearance
of buds Ind blossoms. I was reminded
of the tempest-tossed crew of Columbus,
when. after their long dubious voyage, the
Acid birds came singing round the ships
though still &rut sea, tatioicing them with
the belief of the immediate proximity of
laud. A sharp return of winter almost
silenced; my little songster, and dashed the
hilarity of the household ; yet still be
Poured forth, now and thee, a few plain
tive notes, between the frosty pipings of
the breeze, like gleams of 'sunshine be
tween' wintry Woods.
,_.P have consulted by book of ornithology
in'vain, to find out the name Of this kind.
ly little bird r ibo certainly deserves honor
and favor far beyond his Modest preten
sions. He comes -like the lowly violet,
the roost unpretthidink., but welcomest of
- flowers, breathing the sweet promise of
the early year.
Another of our feathered visiters, who
follow close, upon the steps of winter, is
the Pe-wit, or Pe-wee, or l'heebe-bird ; for,
he is called by each of these names, from
a fancied resemblance to the sound of .his
.monotebo,usnote. He sociable little'
Willi, and_ mai the habitation:of -
A pate- of them- have built beneath -my
porch. and - hive reared several broods
abort); for two years past ; their nest being'
,savor disturbed. ,They arrive vary early.,
inihe Spring, just when • the croons and
the‘snow-drop begin to poep.forth. Their
teat chirp spreads. -gladness. through the
4, The.Pho3be. birds have . coma!"
sides;,they.. are welcoated
back like members of the family
, apettulations' are made. upon !whore they
have been. and what coontrieethey have
soca, -during their long sabseice. Their
arrivalisAhomore chneringiasit is pro
nouneed,!by the old weather-wise people
of the Oonntry,,the sore. eta that the se
-1.-ver- frosts are at in end, and. that. the
gather nutyltiutne his labors -with' eon.
About this time r too, arrives the blue..
bird, so poetically yet truly described by
wasoa.., His appearance gladdens the
wtiokilandscape. You hear his Ramat..
Mein every field. He sociably approaches
4roue habitation, and takes up his residence
'fhe happiest bird of our spring;• how
every' and ona"that rivals the European
lark in' my estimation, is the Boblincon, or
Boblialr, as he is commohly called ? He
arrives at that choice portion of our year
wbieh,lin this latitude '
answers to the de
scription of the mouth of May, so often
given-by the poets. With us, it begins a
bout' the middle of May, and lasts until
. the .iniddiaJune. Earlier than
this, winter is apt to return on its traces,
arall9 blight the' ofselliki • beatitiai of the
yftr ; and later than ,this, begin the parch- I
big, and panting :
• and dissolving heats of 1
summer. But in this general intervald
nature is in all her freshness and fragrance : 1
I"the rains are over and gone, the. flowers
/appear upon the earth, the time of the
singing birds is come, and the voice of the
turtle is heard , in the land," The trees
are now in their fullest foliage and - bright..
oat verdure ; the woods are gay with the
clustered flowers of the laurel ; the air is
perfumed by the sweet brier and the
`lrild roso ; the meadows are enamelled
Wih the clover blossoms ; while the young
applethe peach. and the plum, begin ' to
swell;ifid the cherry to glow, among the
green leaves. .
This is the chosen season,of revelry of
tho Bobolink. He , comes amidst the
pomp and fragrance of the season ; ' his
life seems all sensibility and enjoyment,
all song and sunshine. He is in be found
in tbesoft bosoms of the freshest and sweet
eat meadows ; and is most in song when
the cloier is in blossom, Ile perches on the
topmost twig of a tree, 'or on some long
flaunting weed, and as he. rises and sinks
with the breeze, pours fOrtit, a rich SUOMI-
Ilion of tinkling notes ;crowding ono upon
another, like' the outpouring melody of
the skylark. and pcmessing the same
rapturous character. Sometimea'he pitch.
es hem the summit of a tree, begins his
song as soon as he gots upon the: wing,
and flutters tremulously down to the.earth,
es if overcome with ecstacy at his own
music. Sometimes ho is in pursuit di' his
paramour; always in'full song. as i s he
would win her by his melody; and always
with the same appearance of intoxication
and delight. 1 '
Of all the birds of our groves and mead
ows; the Bobolink was the envy of my
boyhoo d, Il
. e crossed my path iif the
sweetest weather, and the sweetest season
of the year, when all nature calledtii.the
fields, and the rural feeling thro .in
every bosom ; but when L luckl ` lain I
was doomed.to be mewed up, tiring the
livelong day, in that purgatory oftoyhood
—a schoolroom, It seemed 4M if the lit.
tie varlet mocked at me. OS .te flaw by
in full song, and sought to taint me with
his happier lut. Oh. how I envied him I
No lessons, no tasks, no 'hateful school ;
nothing but holiday, frolic, green fields,
and fine weather. Had I been then more
'versed in poetry,- Imight have addressed
Mtn in the words of Logan to the cuc
that surround tba deir
Sweet bird thy bower is evergreen,
Thy sky is ever clear;
Thou bad no sorrow in thy note,
No winter in thy year.
Oh! could . Lily. I'd fly with thee; •
We'd make. 611.19101 wing,
Our annual visits round the globe, •
Further observation and experience have
given mo a different idea of this little
feathered voluptuary. which I will Ventura
to impart, for the benefit of my schoolboy
readers, who may regard him with the
EaMO unqualified envy and admiration
which I once indulged. I have shown
him only as I saw him at first, in what I
may call the poetical part of his career,
when he in a manner devoted himself to
elegant pursuits and enjoyments, and was
a bird of music, and song. and taste, and
sensibility, and refinement., While this•
lasted, he was sacred from injury ; the
very schoolboy would not fling a stone at
him, and the merest rustic would pause to
listen to his strain. But mark the differ
ence. As the year advances, as the clover
blossoms disappear, and the spring fades
into summer, he gradually gives up his el
egant tastes and habits; doffs his poetical
suit of blank, assumes a russet dusty gaib.
and sinks to the grass enjoyments of com
mon vulgar birds. His notes no longer
vibrate on tho car • he is stuffing himself
with the seeds of :he tall weeds on which
ho lately swung and chanted so melodious
ly. Ho has become a "bon vivant," a
"gourmand;" with him now there is
ndthing like the "joys of the table." In
a little while he grows tired of plain home
ly faro, and is off on a gastronomical tour
in quest of foreign luxuries. We next
hear of bins with myriads of his kind, b in
queuing among the reeds of the Delaware ;
and grown corpulent with good feeding.—
He has changed his name in travelli ng.—
Boblincon no more—he is the Reed-bird
now, the much sought for titbit of Penn
sylvania epicures ; the rival 'in unlucky
fame of the ortolan I Wherever he goes,
pop I pop ! pop ! every rnity &dock in
the country is blazing away He sees his
companions falling by thousands around
Does he take warning, and reform 1—
Ala.•, not he 1 Incorrigible epicurel—
Again ho wings,:- ` his flight. The rice
swamps of thb south invite him. lie
gorges himself among them almost to
bursting; be can scarcely fly for corpulon
cy.., Be has once more changed his name,
and is now the famous Rice-bird of the,
Last stage of his career; behold lain
Spitted with dozens of his corpulent com
panions, and served up a vaunted dish, on
the table of some southern gastronome.
Such is the story of the BAlink ; once
spiritual, musical, admired, the joy of the
meadows, and the favorite bird of spring ;
finally. a gross little sensualist, who ezpi
ates his sensuality in the larder. His sto
ry contains a moral, worthy the attention
of all little birds and little boys ; warning
them to keep to - those 'refined and intel
lectual pursuits, which' raised him to' so
high a pitch or popularity during the early
part of his career; but to eschew all ton
dency to that gross and dissipated indul
geuce, which brought this mistaken little
bird to an untimely end.
PROFANITY AND NEwsnseens.—The
police of the Sixth district in New York
have adopted the following novel plan for
providing themselves with the news Of
the day :—"Each and every policeman
using profane language in thestation-house
will be fined 61 cents for each and every
Offence—the fines thus collected to be ap
plied toward paying for the newspapers
used in the station-house.", •
A whisperer separsteth friends.-
,GE-TTYSSU-RG, -PA., FRIDAY' EVENING, )1141411.9r-4-805i.-
A Winter Story.
A cold night 1 The wind, sharp as • a
Damascus ammeter, cuts through the fine
clunks in the windows, causing my moth
er continually to change her seat, to avoid
what she calls the draught; but as the
draught comes everywhere, she is at
length fain to . come to a settlement close
tJ the mantle pieceovhere she keepscut-
Iting out mysterious Itezegond and rhom
boids from some linen stuff,' hereafter to
be united .by cunning fing*s into. some
'wonderful article of female apparel. My
two sisters are playing chest. Fanny, tri
nmpliant over a check mate, leane back on
her chair, and watches' with an air of
proud pity, the frowning and 'cogitative
countenance of Lizzie. whoa!) little brain
is throbbing with a thousand atrategems
by which to extricate her unhappy qpeen
from the impending &seater.. I, wrapped
in all the dignity of nineteen years; am ati
solutaly' smokintra cigar in the 'sacred
chamber, (a privilege,awarded tome on
jrare'eccesions by my mother, who would
gencrallY dismiss me to my own room the
moment I displayed a to,
ing Sir"Flinmes Brown's' poetic essay oft
[ Urn -Burial. There is .. a •solenin quiet
; reigning through the room. , The pine logs
on the hearth fling out spasmodic jets of
fire, and hiss like Wounded snakes, as the
tlubbling . resinnualuice nezee out from
I pach • geping splii. The click of my moth
; p.'s scissors snap : monotonously, and at
regular intervals. The wind screams
wildly outside, and clatters at the window
pane as if tt was cold and wanted to come
in. Through the dusty panes themselves,
half revealed by the partially drawn cur
tains. glimmer whitely the snowy uplands,
end'on . the crest of the ghastly hill+ a bars
old Oak lilts up its nakettarrns, like an aged
Niobe frozen in itn.iittitude of tumour,.
the smoke of toy cigar goes curling cell.
ing-ward in eccentric rings of evaneacent
vapor, and I amerhispering tit myself one.
of those - 'timorous and-solemn. sentences
with which the old knight of - Nortiich ter.
mingles his chapters:and mhich, after ammo
has read them, reverberate end echo in the
brain, 'wherr4-rat, tat—therer'comes a
faint, irresolute knock at the hall door.—
My mother shots her scissors, and bloke
up .hopiringlY, as much Its to say 'who in
Heaven's • name, is out on a night like
this 1' tuTlie chess . players, are immova
ble, and seem as if:eis earthquake would
be a matter of pet feet indifference tethem.
I lay down my book and go to the door.'
I open it with a ahiver, and a resolution' to
be cross• and uncivil : the wind mattes tri
umphantly in with a great sigh of relief,
the moment the first chink. appears,
and I look out into the bitter ghastly
night. . .
_What a strange' group Mande . oa the
Winter seems to'lteve become incar
nate in human form, and, with the four
winds as his companions, come to pay
us a visit.
There is a tall, old man, with a long
grey moustache, whieli, as it hangs down
his jaws,. the rude breeze snatches up, and
swings about, and pulls insolently, to it it
knew he was poor, and child be insulted
with impunity. He looks bitterly cold !
His long, arched nose is as blue us the blue
sky above hitn, in which theaters ivitinkle .
so clearly, and he has on a scanty little
coat. on which a few remnants of braid
flutter sadly, like the shads of vine that
hang on walls in winter time, which they,
in the golden summer, hash wreathed with
,glossy leaves so splendidly. He 11014;
la little child in his arms—a little, shivering
child, that trembles almost incessantly, and
tries ' poor thing, to put its head in the
scanty and threadhare folda of that insuf
ficient eon!. ' By the side of this pair is
another efky of poverty and winter. A
small, pale, delicate woman, with great
. blue eyes—prolose hair, which, matted in
frozen intricacies, burst out from beneath
a most remarkably shapeless bonnet—a
shawl so thin that it must have been woven
j by spiders ; another little shivering child
'clasped itt her arms, and carefully (navel-.
oped in the poor old shawl, though one
can see by her blue neck and blue dress,
that she is sacrificing herself to keep the
little one warm. A huge umbrella clang-
ling from one of her hands, and which she
leans on occasionally with greet dignity—
and the icy picture is complete. But the
main picture is nut yet finished. A grrl
about ten years Hid, standieg mu little back,
cling to her mother's skirt with one hand,.
while with the other she tries to keep
something that looks like a pair of trousers
wrapped roung her neck. She is shadowy
and pale, and seems; like a Northern mirage,
- ready to dissolve into cold airat apotnent's
WlMare pm, and what do yon want r'
i said, m a gruff tone ; for the wind blew
bitterly on my cheek, and I made up my
mind to he cross.
The old man inclined his head slightly,
"We are Poles," said he, 'oxeellent.
Englidlt, with a slight foreign accent ; 'we
wish to go to Boston. which we . hear'is
but one thiy'e journey from Obi, but we
do not knew where to lodge to•night.—
Wo are here to ask you for a night's she!,
"Pooh !" said T, 'Winging the door al
most to; "we know nothing about you,
and never admit belie's. We cannot do
The man fell back a pace or two, and
looked at The little woman with the great
eyes. Rea Sens. how 101 l of despair those
great eyes seemed just at that moment
I sow his- r rut tighten eouvulsiveirround
the lisle shivering child in lii .arsei. A
sluggish, .half-frozen . tear rolled slowly
down that blue nose of his. He brushed
it away with his cold. _shrivelled haat).
end nodded motirololly-to,the little wo4
man who :clutched her umbrella firmly,
and then turped_ to depart without a word.
As the door was being °fogad, he ahotik
his head once or twice, and said in a raj?.
low voice. "God help me !"
There words had aeareeTheen spoken.
when 1 felt light touch on ,my eboul•
peopleo i te l k i! . :l , 4 my mother,4 . • ca u
iTELBLESS AND BEER."
I never felt sorelieved in all my life.—
When that old man _turned away in id.
lance at my sudden ratites! of 'hie prayer,
disdaining to address himself to me, but
whispering his mercy to God, a pang of
remorse shot through My heart ; I would
have given worlds to have celled Min'
back, but the hideous, sullen pride, which
through life has chained up my nature,'l
until it has .becomc like a. cooped bear,
put a padlock on My , lips. flow glad l
was when my mother came and dissolved '
the honds with slouch.
4 , Come 6acki my friends," said I, "we
wish to speak to you,"
- lam t,ure my voice must . really have
been very gentle, !Or as the old Pole turn
edi his rugged cheek aimed to solen, and
the great eyes of his pale wife actually '
fleshed through the dint night, with the.
fire of hope: They had landed from an
emigrant ship in New York, with only a
few dollars in',:th'ir possession, which
was dwindled aweto a few shillings.—
They could, fi nd *. o employment. The
'old . mart wai a tit deller of medallions,
and said bitterly :-,+'They don't care a
bout art in New..Yttrk." So they made
up r ilieir mind;
_le o to Boston ; there
they heard (hitt of i things find encour
agement. With : few remaining shil.
lingo, and what m ey they could obtain
by pawning. theft little wardrobe, they
struggled - thus:- rd on their journey-.--
They were now', , enniless, and scarce
knew what to do i.-
. ot the old man said
proudly :•"[f we 4 n only get through to
Boston toonorrti , we have nothing to
fear." ' • ' ' '
t• the door; by this
d the little pale wo
ring children. were on
j , and Lizzie hail left
with their poor queen
1 era pealing rouno the
• hose eyes were now
. ' shining with tears
dhow had got hold of
ildren, and they were
I ing .to them its that
I, supposed to be this i
'titan by infants. the i
is substituting the let.
and smoothing all the
seless manner. 'rho
were therefore inform
,° the young adies t that
ittle titigs, and •dey
et' would aye a nize
Id whether they tinder
little bugs" ceasPl to
• oked wonderingly a
ntis of their mother's
old maw' twirled his
1I ed in the heat of the
many bows and look
i titude which cammt
My mother• sly
time the did wan..
man and three`shiii
the inside, antl'Fan
their game of elms"
still in prison, and:,
pale little worr.tuti
bigger than Aver; a.'
01 jaw ;a nd'they ad
ilia two youngevt c
petting thententt ta
tongue conamoinly •
foundation or Whicl
ter ti fOr the letter t i
Is and its in a rem
poor little foreigner
ed, cofidesitiallyi r b
"dey was dood
man% gry an; fur
VOCM zupper. l ' A
stood - it or not. the
shiver or ary. i tand,
bout whit smell edil
great eyes ;. titld th -
moustache sitit ilia
pine 4re, and meda l
But•the hula wife said nothing ;'only
she leaned on her' umbrella and gazed at
my mother as she gave her orders to the
servants for the preparation of a sleeping
room and a liberal meal for the way-borers;
and she gazed at me, as I stirred up the
fire with iimuenot energy. (between our
selves, I tried to bustle oft the recollection
of that cruel speechAirith which I first met
their appeal,) and made her 'toenail d sit
down so close to it that his lege were near
ly searched through his 011.0104 re woo ,
sera ; and so she emiiiiniediaiing at every
one, until at tact she could stand it no lon
ger, and flinging away, for the fir-,t time,
that ponderous 'umbrella of hers; she emit
herself on iny r itstonishild mother's neck.
and subbed Out a heap of Palish blessings,
that, if them is any virtue in bentlietion,
will certainly canonize her when she dies.
I swear to you, that when all was over,
and .they were sleeping soundly. I went
into a remote corner and wept bitterly for
the wrong bathos , nearly Jobe.
Well, they staid with us that night. and
the next, and the next ; and my mother
got up a little subscription among the
neighbors. Anil we rigged them all out
in good warm c!othing, bought them tick.'
eta on the ears to Boston; and one fine,
frosty morning, we all sallied down to the
depot. and sow them Won their journey,
and I tell tom there was a waving of hands i
and Palish jeeticulatione. and far, far away
in the distance, we could catch a glimpse
of that emit
,embrella, with the little we):
man still flourishing it by way of a fare: ,
We heard nothing of our Polish friends
(ors whole year. Often, over the fire
side. we-won:4 talk about thetn,.and our
neighbors sneered at ay and wonderered 0
our spoons were safe, and moralized upon
foreign impovitire and ingratitude., My
ornlter got inuoli for her charity ; blit.notte
of Ili minded, fur there was somehingiso
true in the ways. and , moment of those
poor wattgerersoluttje would have . been
impossible to diatrusT Wein.
Well.. Christmas Caine. - Winter again,
rionr, Huge logs glowing fiercely nu the
hearth, and mistletoe and ivy swinging
marrily in the !tall. Again. tloe uplands
were sheeted in white ; again the old oak
was naked and sorrowing ; again we were
ell seated round the fire, listening to the
snorting (tithe Wind as it tore over the
hills like i - inad steed. In the midst of e
deep !Hencer that fell Open es all, there
came a : rat•tat tat at the hall thinr. It was
an enthusiastic rat-tat-tat. , It was strong,
determuted'and eager. I went to the door.
I had scarcely unbarred it. Or tonic a peep'
at the new corner, when it seemed as if a
wirldwihd with a bnithet 'on his - head
scoured past me and swept into the par
lor. The next momoot I heard a great
commotion: So'Aing and laughing. and
broken English, all swept alting as it were,
in.n ratsract nfHO.— It was the little
pale woman with the great . eyes. No
longer, pale though, but with ruddy eltecka
and the eye., this time, looked larger and
brighter than ever through their tears.—
They had been over iinee in 'Boston; she
breathlessly told us, and had been doing
wall, thanks to the blessellatlk who hel
ped theM to get there. • The husband
modelled tnedallons, stenompoied polkas,
and theirmily daughter tanghtlnusie, and
they-had saved thinetundred dollars. and
bonen a piano 'with it. And "ahe` had
said to - herself that on Chratmse'llightihe
intild : inmo and speak her gratitude to
Itia.biissad lady whn bad slodtered her
and her little ones; so she set off in the
cars, and here she was. And then she
commenced pulling things out of her pock
ets.' Christens presents for qs all !
There we, a scarlet fortune-teller for Liz.
zie, and a curious card case for Fanny, and
a wonderful embroidered needle case for
my mother ; and there was a beautiful
umbrella for Mr. John; She intimated, pro
ducing an enormous pararhute, She knew
he would like it, because when she was
here last year—thanks to the blessed lady
who had sheltered her—she had seen him. ,
lookitig verY much at her umbrella, and
she would have offered it to them then,
but was ashamed, it was so old. But this
was a new one and very large
And then she kissed us all around, and
produced an elaborite letter from her hus
band to my mother, in which she w.as
compared to Penelope, and one or two
classical personages, and told us everything
that had happened to them Om they had
left us, until, having , talked herself into a
state of utter exhaustion, she went off to
her bed room, where she was heard pray
ing in indifferent English that ''we might
all ascend into Heaven-without any of the
She ant! her family are still in 'Boston,
where they make quite a respectable in
come: Ana every Christmas sees her ar-
Asa' with present' for the blessed lady,
and her eyes yid her gratitude are as large
as ever. •
It is, you see, a simple WintsT Story.
REMARKABLE Pnomor.—The fol.
lowing remarkable prediction was made by
Friar Bacon, who was born in the year
1214, some 640 years ago. 44 11 are," says
a certain writer, "is .poeity and philoso.
phy wouu'dldgether, forming Et - wonderful
chain of prophecy :"
"Bridges unsupported by arches will - be
made, to span, the foaming current. Alen
descend to the bottom of-the ocean, safely ;
breathing, and treading with firm steps oti.
the golden sands, never brightened by the
light of day. Call but the secret powers
of Sol and Luna into action, and behold a
single steersman sitting at the helm geld.
jng the vessel, which divides_ the waves,
with greater rapidity than if she had been
filled with a crew .of mariners toiling at
the oars s; and the loaded chariot, no longer
eneutubbred by the panting steeds, shall
dart on its course with resistless force and
raptdity. Let the simple elements do thy
labor : bind the eternal elements, and yoke
them to the itune plow."
England and. France.
Some very Ppiritual lines., evidently
springing from the heart of Martin
wilier..Tupper. bring out:finely almost ilte
only bright light, in .the dark picture oh the
We thank thee, ;mantle neighbor! r i thank thee,
glorious k ranee !.
We praise the greatness that made haste to 110iS0
that golden clisowi,
The chance oflaking vengeance, as of old ye
swore to do, ' ' •
And well redoeined at Itikermann,—avenging WE.
Q this indoed is ehisilry, retornins good for PLY,
(ThuO2h we—se.know.it--in.those day. did waif
This is the wey to be revenged, the noblest end
Returning France's liikerruen fur Eng!antra Wit
Our gallant guards not overmatched, though biffply
one to ten, •
Could fight itl4l die, but mid nottly,—were demi
gods. not men,— .
From Amity daarn to noon they bluetit that furious .
Till Franca 'avenged at Inkermann her rival's
Avenged !—in course and common hate, by plant
ing blow for klow
Avenged!—ln' humbllnTh , nglistnenl—No! grate
ful England, No-!
They heaped the coals of vengeance, as only
And for our old-time Waterloo they gave us Inker+
So then, .0 brothers reconciled for ever and &dill
We own that you have conquered us, and in the
grandest way ;
Our patriot fethere Made jon bleed at Water
loo's red van,
But you more nobly bleed for us, their tone, at
Yes ; this is glory I this is conquest ! this is fame
indeed L. - - wit ,
For you hrnceforth old England's heart is, vowed
to fight and bleed,—
Not front to front, like Wstalexn—but on the het.
'ter, plan '
Of side by side, es arhpn you' bled for us at Inker.
The following brief artiele front the
Moniteur is an appropriate pendent :
"All France will be deeply affected by
tho thanks.which England has just voted
by acclamation to. General Cattrobert , and
our army, to Admiral Hamelin and our na.
vy, for their valiant ro•operation and
their cordial assistance in'the war of the
"To this, important and hitherto unex
ampled manifeetations of the sentiments
entertained by a great people 'towards its
royal ally, Femme has already replied by
its admiration of the brilliant valor of the
English zippy, and fleet. France has
warmly appliuded the' eulegiums which,
our generals.in-chief.'alter the battles of
Alma, fifiliklava, and lokertnann. hestOw.
ed on the intrepedity of Lord Raglan and
his troops. - 'The two nations like the two
armies, have done each eithe'rifie most
Irink,ftthe moat cordial justice. While
their soldiers and seamen vie with each
other in'courage and deviition, the two na
tione appear to
,rival each other in generos.
ity, each giving the other the greatest sltare
of the glory acquired in common., Noth
ing is better calculated to cement their alli
ance than the exchange of there noble gen
.not ping can better assure them of
tile sympathies and'concurrence of all civil.
iced nations, nor more speedily eflect the
.final triumph of the sacred cause they de. i
A young gentleman at a ball, in whist
ing about the room. ran his head against
ayoung lady. He began to apolok--
"Not a'word, sir.",onod' she; "it u not
hard enongb to bud anyboity I"
' Winter and Spring.
"Adieu:' father Winter gravity said
To the world when about to quit it.
With hie old white mist half 'Whim bead,
As if never made to 8t it.
"Adieu. I'm goini to the rocks and cave',
To leave ail here behind me.
Or perhaps I shall sink in the northern wares,
So deep that, none can find um"
"Good luck, good luck to'your hoary 10ck.,"
said the gay young spring. advstirinz.
"Go take your nap 'mid the caves and rocks,
While I u'et the earth am dancing.
"There Is pot a spot where ynbr foot has trod,
You hard old clumsy fellow ;
Not a hill, nor • field, nor a single sod,
But I have got to mellow.
."And then I shall spread them o'er with grass,
That will look so fresh and cher;ring,
None will regret that they let you pass,
Far out of sight and hearing.
"Tire fountains thst you lock up so tight,
Whet, Isbell give them *sunning..
Will sparkle and play in their gladdening light,
And the brooks will set on a running.
"IT speak in the ground to the hidden root,
llthere you have kept it sleeping,
And bid it send up the tender shoot,
And set the wild vine creeping.
"The boughs that you caked ell o'er with ice,
Till it chilled us to behold them, -
I shall stick about with buds an nice,
That will laugh as I unfold them.
"And when the tree is in blossoms &rased,
The bird, with her song so merry,
Will corns on its limits to build her nest,
ally the sign of thb future cherry.
'The air, and the earth, by their joyfulness,
shall shew the good I am doing ;
And the skies bend down with their smiles to bless
The course that I'm pursuing.
Said. Winter then,"l would base you learn
By me. my gay new corner,
To push off leo, when it comes your tun',
And yield your , place to Summar."
Jobs nonracial Night . Work.
John Hanson was a bluff boy of fifteen.
He MLA a smart, active, fearleas fellow : the
boys thought a goied deal of him, and ho
thought a good deal of himself. On one
mama his father had bubo:less which call.
him to a distant city, and he , left John to
"take card of thelamily." John felt ferry
proud of his trust, and did well for several
days. acting under the counsel and advice
otitis mother,just as he ought to have
dorm. 'By and by.he grew impatient of his
mother's restraint, and did many things
quite independent of her. 'the younger
children did not like his sayings and do
ingti at alt; ' , he orders us round," they
said, "as if he were a king." At last ho
took the complete management of things,
and rue day acted ant only against his mo
ther's wishes, but talked very ill.tempered
ly to her. Going to bed that night, Le
could not sleep. flis condom towards his
mother , troubied, him, and he tossed frOm
ono aide of the Led to the other, trying to
got an easy place. He blames the bed,
and Bridget who made it, and then ho tho't
he was sick, and worried along for some
time; in fact, John suspected what the mat
ter really was, only he was too proud to
own it. Ile know it was his treatment of
his mother' that troubled Lim, and for a
long while he tried to sleep it off, or think
of soinethfng else, or excuse himself in some
way , or. another. Happily John did not
succeed. Conscience would do its . work,
and. John.listened to alit said; and the
consequence was, that pretty near mid.
night, for it; as as late as that, the boy
got up, stole to his mother's 'chamber, and
with tears in his eyes and penitence in
his heatt, begged her to forgive him
"And O." )10 says, now that he is a man,
"it was the sweetest moment of MT life,
when I was forgiven."
That hour wus the turning , point in tbs.
boy's life. If he that night had hardened
himself, the next day he would probably
Lave behaved worse than before, and 'so on
and on until the bad boy became the bad
man. But John yielded' to the voice of eon•
science, and be made thorough• work of it.
Ile confessed his fault, and asked to ba
forgiven, and experienced ,the sweets,
tboy are real sweets, of forgiveness. The
next day John's management was improv.
ed. He was more kind and considerate
towards Lis brothers and sisters, and re.
spectrel towards his mother;' and he was
prepared by' it , afterwards to taste the
sweets of God's forgiveness and favor.—
And his word to every' boy now is, "If
you have wronged your mother, be sure
to own your fault, and ask to be forgiven,
Hardin not your hearts, boys:"
CIIRAP SHIRT %KING IN Navy YORK
legal investigation now going on in
New York, discloses some .curious facts
I touching the manner in which the seam
itresses, of that city, are imposed upon.—
The matter ander investigation has special
refereneito shirt makers, of:. which there
seems to be a very large number there, and
their condition may be judged of by the
miserable price paid for their labor.—
,The :standard price is twelve and a,half
cents per piece, and the garment must be
well made, as it has to undtirgoa thorough
insPection, with bosom and collars—bring
ing Irom one dollar twelve and a' half cents
to one dollat• tereuty•five cents at retail.=
The material in these shirts cost probably
about thiriy.seven and a, half cents, so
that the total cost is fifty cents, Which lea:
yes a clear profit to the etnployer of one.
half atleast, for the purchase of the mate
rial, the cutting, • and the Sale:
The offender in this case was the pro- -
prietorof an establishment which employs
froto 800 to 500 ietuntoresses .w make
shirts at 12i cents . , The Cause of this
particular COMillallal was an attetnpt to de
fraud a sewing girl out of 82: The may
or severely re premanded the man for his
conduct, and asked what he could expect
from poor creatures whom hi and others
of his class compelled In labor three days
and nights for three shilling.. ' lie per
fectly understood the atrocious system-,a
system that did lunch' to . driie poor, an&
tlecent girls to infamy and "ruin—and he
wai determined to put• a stop to the prae•l
tices end impositions of those engaged in
The Maine Liquor law has been adopted
by nine States—. Maine, Idassiiebusetts,
TWO Doutati pita '49011,
A Nllsbl Is the We ors Phystanif
I was sitting doting in my chair, when*,
a tremendous knocking was , heard at myR
door. The servant opened it when smart
rushed in. in the wildest disorder.
"For God's sake, doctor," said he,,
"come with me ! it's a easel of life and
death. A , young girl has stabbed herself I.
she is bleeding to death. One dietitian&
dollars if you save her 1 Come, oh - do'noe
delay I" and he rushed toward me, is if to'
drag me along.
I hurried away with him, snatched mi.
inatrument from the table as I passed h.-4'
I think I never saw before such coeliac
eive grief as this man's face expressed.—.4.'
lie was a handsome man, with jet blitele.
hair, clwitering in wayintends over or,
white forehead. Tim lower Part aide
otherwise feminine filatures wet rettliteed'
bye deep jet black beard.
I asked him for the particulars , of the.
"JJoetor." said he, d.makebaste,l shalt
go mad. Why, I would give every drop'
of blood in this body to save one of hers;
Oh, God !" said he."preserve my reason.;
She stabbed herself before I could paint
her. Make haste. doctor- - oh`' my God
my God !”
We reached. the house. On a satin conch
in a splendid room—the rich Torkey,ear•
pet covered with her blood-lay a young'
girl. There was a deep wound "OVIII her
heart, and it was evident that the blow Nod
been giren with a. right good will. On,,
the floor covered with blood, lay the "weal
pon—a slight damascene dagger, the hen
dle richly art with pearle strongly lii
with the reflection from the blood stained
li was too Jale, -AIRS, the: life blood•
was elowry drtipping away. That meal
terpiece of creation was soon to be cold
and inanimate. She &only opened bee
eyes and axed them with dying lore op
on the young man who had summoned
meto the scene of death.. She sank back;
and death closed upon its victim.
My companion sat for adme time
strangely staring at the lifeless lorm 'upon
the couch. ;could receive that reason war"
tottering on its foundation. I **fasciae-,
ted by his strange look. At bail I went
up to hi:n.• "Sir," I cold, "she is no
Death has released her from her troubles.
"Dead l did you say, she is dead, doctor?
said he with a strange and curiousstare at
me. "Alt; you have•naurdered hei,". yell,
ed the rued man—for such he was now.
"You have murdered her and
murder you. AG lah I" it will be rant
bport." , ' •
Before I could prevent hitn,.he hod pick;
ed up the dagger. "Yee," said Int,withill
yell, II nturdei yoU with her dagger .1 Ofs2p
it will , be rare sped to fee yougroan stud'
struggle like she did, Ah ! and.hit
made a bound at me. ' '
' Now this was fur Irons pleasant. In
fact it was a very awkward fix to . be In.—.
I did not know how to act. The madman
made a grab at Ole, but fortunately I dud._
ed his grasp.and thinkiug it better to fight "
in the dark, I seized the lamp and CIM it
on the fluor. 'rho room was , now dark.;
The mad man set up„a terrific,yelling, and
I could hear hint lock the door and put
the key in Ids pocket, while lie kept mut,
I tarring. .4 will 'kill Inm : I will kill him.
011, it will he rare spurt to See him die
-she did." I felt my courage rise with the
emergency.. I ball determined to try *
struggle with him, but I knew the increa•
fed strength which the insane possess. and
I thought it scarcely prudent. What
should I du 1 I must do somihing. I
would again be in his 'power. I felt fot
some weapon with which.lu defend my.
sell, and as luck would have it, found
heavy dumb hell in the corner Where( ley
Concealed. Presently, I heard 'the mad
man slowly searching for :ne. 1 raised
the dumbbell:-""may God forgive me,"'
I said; it descended, and I was free, the..
madman lay stunned on the nom. I rush
ed -to the door,, smelled in the kelt. wit!)
the heavy In etal, and rushed down stairs;
Presently, the house was all in commeticin.
Qh what a scene—the girl dead in a pont
of blood—the man insensible; with din
dagger firmly clutched in "his hand I I bled
him and he slowly recovered.. But, hill
reason never returned. He is a madman
to this day. I never heard the history of
my patients of that night. They were
strangeni m the' house. l'never will for
get that night's adventure. •
Chronological Record for !March.
March 2,1825: An earthquake *CAI.'
giers,Of a population of 15,000 rersourt in
the town of h isle, scarcely 800 wel .6 lett.
March 3.1825. Firit stone of the turf
nel under the Thainea laid.
, March 5,:1770. Maamacre of Boston.'
March 7,1804. Bible Society, corn.
meaced bY Granville Shiro. ' •
March '9f 1820. inquisition abolished
in Spain. , -; •
March 11, 1789. 72,000 pound," or,
powder explode& at Corfu, gillink 180,
March 13,1809. Revolution in Saiedina,
Gamow 1V: deposed.'
- March 14, 1813. Stones fell in .Cslab,
ria with a storm of red arm.
March 16,.1781'. Bathe - of 'Guilford.
Mardi 17, 1770. The kings 'tionpti
evacuated, Restful- jj
March 18. 1708. Repeal oldie Amid.
can Stamp Act.
Marclt49, 1822. ' The independence
al Columbia. Mexico and Peru rectignized ,
by the United States.
Match 22, 1765. American Blimp
March 23, 1810. Bonaparte putdishod
a decree against the Americane.'
Mayor Conrad is carrying dismay tido
the dens of prostitution which infest Pbil
adelphio. He is determined to bleak diem
up root and branch. Oa Saturday he ie.
sued 'to the poiice of the different, wadi MI
order,Makiug it incumbent upon them to
prosecute and break up all policy, gatitb•
lion, club. dance,
and other disorderly ha.
see. A neglect of the performance of this
duty mil! be, to lose thetr
map, lite bad no ionsio sal/
woro stk', -i;4• 4 1 !# 0 ';'r• • ,