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CL'EAEFIELD, THTJBSDAY, JUNE 15, 1854.
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TI1E OLD TURNPIKE.
We hear no more the clanging hoof,
And the stage-coach rattling by;
For the steam king rales the traveled urld,
And the old pike's left to die.
The grass creeps o'er the flinty path.
And the stealthy daisies steal
Where once the stage horse, day by day
Lifted his iron heel.
Jfo more the weary stager dreads
The toil of the coming mcrn; - -
No more the bustling landlord runs
At the sound of the echoing horn ;
For the dust lies still upon the road,
And bright-eyed children play
Where once the clattering hoof end whor
Rattled along tbo way. "
No more we hear the cracking whip,
Or the strong wheel's rumbling sound ;
And, ah, the water drives us on,
And an iron horso is found ?
Tbo coach stands rustling in the yard,
And the horse has sought the plough ;
We have spanned tho earth with an irou iil,
And the steam king rules us now !
The old turnpike is a pike no mora, '
Wide open stands the gate ;
We have made us a road for our horse to stria,
Which we ride at a flying rate; (h is?
We have flll'd up the valleys and Ievel'd bo
And tunneled the mountain side ;
And round the rough crag's dizxy verge
Fearlessly onward we ride!
On on with a hanghty front! "
A pmT. a shriek, and a bound ;
While tho tardy echoes wake too lata
To babble back the sound ; -
And tit eld pike read -is left alono,
And the stagers 6eek the plow;
"We have circled the earth with an iron rail, :
And the steam-king rules us now.
THE LILY OF THE VALLEY.
"What an angel!" "Say rather a lily of the
The speakers were two young sportsmen la
tho Highlands of Scotland, who, wearied by a
long day's shooting, wcro approaching a hill
side spring, famous in that wild district for the
coldness and pureness of its waters. They had
jast reached tho brow of the elevation over
looking the rural fountain, when the sight of a
young girl, in the first blush of womanly beau
ty, sitting by the spring, drew theso ejaculations
from them in succession. As they spoke they
stopped, by a common inpulso to gaze on the
fair vision a moment before it should be dissi
pated, which they knew it woul l on their ap
m. df t ;ny on a low reck that
J. ?J.u f.,nr.t..in.hecdimr,led
4Yin ;,T ,nd hnr head lean-
tioow resuiig vu iuu v""j -
Ing on her hand. The attitude was one ot na
ture's own choosing, and graceful in tho ex
iremc. as all such xareless postures arc. The
ficure of the maiden was slight and sylph-like,
yet exquisitely proportioned; nor could Canova
have modelled a bust of more unauiaung out,
line, or a rounder and fairer arm.
"Sec, was I not tight ?" said "tho last of tho
two speakers, in a whisper to hi3 companion.
-She baa been gathering lillies; there arc some
etill in her hand, and a bunch nestles in her bo
som, but only to be outvied by the. purity
"Yes. Duncan, she is more than an angc
she is a peerless Scottish lass a lily of the
vallflv indued. AVbfc pity. so much beauty
. . 1 1 - i u
"Tush"' replied his companionImpatient-
ly ; "U Urns Says
The rank.is but the guinea stamp.
The man's tho eowd for a' that;
' i 1nvflv woman is a born
countess, at least, if she has graces of mind
!v r Ttt lPt n descend."
r,., o.omn hiac-unashe
" ,1 fo proceeding.
hiHr TTnfortunatelv the
trigger had caught in a bramble, and the piece
.i unt it., intents in his side. He
. , . ,,
.7..j vl. nanion.
springing to his assignee, and lifting tho
wounded man un. "Are you killed? -Do you
Donald? Merciful Father!" he ex
claimed, as he saw no sign of life in his friend,1
what shall we do 1 He is dead or dying, and no
aid to be had for miles !"
Tho young girl we have described had been
buried in a profound reverie, but at tho report
, .-frir, Wrd.
ii,wMlr around to seo whence it pro
ceeded! In . moment .he caught sight of the
funded man lying on the heather above her,
while his friend, kneeling' on one knee, sup
ported the head of tho sufferer. Immediately
that the sportsman saw tho girl was watching
him, he shouted and waved his arm for help.
When was woman's ear ever deaf to Hie call
of suffering ? The timid Scottish maiden, who
but a moment before was on the point of flying,
now turned and began to ascend the hill-side,
fleet and graceful as a young doe.
'My poor friend," said the sportsman, po
litely doffiing his hat as she approached, "has
met with an unfortunate accident, and I do not
know what to do, or where to bear him."
A deep blush dyed tho girl's cheek as she
encountered the gaze of a stranger, but it pas
sed off immediately, and with a presence of
raind worthy of one older, she stooped down to
see if the wounded man was dead.
The face she beheld was as handsome a man
ly countenance as the sun ever shone upon ;
and perhaps she thought so, for the blush again
came to her check. The features were cast in
a lofty, almost heroic mould, and were indica
tive of a character at once firm and elevated,
a something above the mere fine gentleman,
which was evidently his social rank.
"lie breathes still," she said, as she broko
off a delicate leaf from one of iier lillies and
held it to his nostril; and looking at his com
panion she continued, "do you think you
could carry him to the spring ?"
The sportsman answered by carefully lifting
his friend up in his arms and bearing him down
the hill-sidej tho young girl flollowing.
"Placo him here," she said pointing to the
slightly elevated bank, "and lean hia head
against the rock. Everything," she continu
ed, "now depends on you getting a surgeon
soon. If you will follow that path to your
right around the turn of tho hill, you will find
our cabin. There is a pony there which you
can take, and ride to the little town of Aber
ncthy, some fire miles off, where, fortunately,
a surgeon may be had. At the cabin you will
find a shepherd or two tell them to bring me
some bed-clothes and a settee, on which to car
ry your friend to the house. It is an humble
place, but better than the hill side. By the
time you get back with tho surgeon we shall
have your friend in a comfortable bed, and I
hope doing better."
When he had vanished around the hill the
young girl took some water in her hands, and
bathed the face of tho wounded man. Hut he
etill lay insensible. After having persisted in
life being perceptible, the tears began to fall
thick and fast from her lovely eyp- - "'
"Alas," she said, "ho is dead! AVhat if he
has a mother, or one. dearer still! And yet
but half an hour ago he was in the full strength
of health and manhood. It cannot be I have
thought had struck'her, and she began to open
lis vest to get at the wound, that my grand
are died at Cullodcn from the blood coagula-
ing in the wound, when, if a surgeon had
lecn by, he might have been saved. What if
tiis should be tho case here?"
She had by this time bared sufficient of his
ptrson to get at tho oriCco of the wound. The
dirk gore had almost stiffened about it. She
go:ed at it an instant, the tears falling fast in
wtmanly sympathy, and then a sudden idea
soyncd to strike hor. She" stooped down, and
tciderly approaching the wound, commenced
wljing away tho congealed blood. She had
i.iueui)iig uugiged in her task of mercy
Pv!entllCW0Iulcd man stirred, and opening
hU W fised them earnestly upon her.
ho started from her kneeling postaro cov
crot wnn Deautitul contusion, r or a wtuio
the sense of maidenly shaino even overcame
her yy at his recovery, and she could not meet
"Wiore am I V ho inquired, for his memo
ry watyet vague. "What spirit from heaven
are yot? Ah ! I remember my gun went off.
But Wiere Ilarry ?
Thcsoung girl had now In a measure recov
ered frin hef embarrassment. "If you meant
your frhnd," she said, half timidly, and in a
a voice fat sounded to the ears of the sufferer
incxpressily sweet, "he is gone for a surgeon
I have contented to . watch by you till some
shepherds cne to carry you to our cabin.-
"AnI here thy come, Heaven be blessed !
a rrpkimrt. -1 : t. n
- ,u,, u..,
clad to conclude this embarrassincr fe-a-ce
I and tO sec the Wtmf? m-in Uood in a Ritn.l.
tion of more comrt
"Heaven bless yt, 8aid the sufferer, with
emphasis, giving her i00k which brought the
blushes again to her cvntenance. You have
saved my life.
In a few moments thonnded man was pla
ced upon a settee broughby tho shepherds
and tho little cavalcade wcHcd its way toward
the cabin. The maiden wal last, and by her
1 side stalked sadly tho two dofe 0f tho suilerer;
and the dumb animals, with a tnge almost hu
man, as .f appro cwting Sj8"
master, looked up affecUonatelyto her fac0
every few steps
The cabin was like those existing t-orywhere
in tho Highlands a rude but cheerfh, t,abita
tion. but was both larger than usual, ah adorn
cd with more taste inside. Tho wound. man
.1 - - n nn Ai1A.rY.nL ?
as no w uuru w
which tho house baa apparently '"so
- noticed, with somesurpriso, over tho flrepKe
I In about two hours tin friend of the suffer
leturned, bringing with Lira tho surgoon, who
yas closeted with his patient for moro than an
tour, and when ho camo forth tho young gir'
was still awake, sitting anxiously by the fire,
h company with a middle-aged woman, the
wife of one of the shepherds.
j "Oh, Miss Helen," said the old surgeon, an-
srering the inquiry of her eyes, "vou have
sived the life of as braw a lad as ever shot a
nuir-cock stalked a red deer. I know all
out it,yc see, lassie ;"Jhcn seeing that Helen
wis ready to cry with sheer vexation, he con-
tuued, "but it's in tho bluid, it's in tho bluid;
ye came of a generous and gallant race," and
hepatted her head as a father would that of a
frorito daughter, adding, as if to himself,
"Ms a pity the Southron has the broad acres
thit were once her ancestors; and that she,
coning of a chieftain's line, should have noth
ingbut a cabin and a few bits of hill-side for a
flexk or two of sheep."
Ielen did not hear theso last remarks, for
thqold man spoke in a whisper, and she had
risei, now that f,be knew tho result, to retire,
for Ae feared the other young sportsman would
T;ie next day the wounded man was pro
nouiced better, but still in a very critical situ
atioi; and his removal was expressly forbidden
by tie old surgeon.
"le moun keep him here awhile yet lassie,"
lie sad, addressing Helen ; "and I'm almost
persmded ye'el hae to lie his nurse. He hac
nae siters, or mother to send for, it seems ; and
and ni n are very rough nurses, ye ken. Mrs
Colinsis here, and will nae doubt help; but yc
maun le his nurse, maist of the time, yeersclf.
Aweel aweel, don't look frightened; His what
can't e helped-"
j An.l so, Helen, timid and . cmbarrased, was
pmpdled, from the urgent necessity of the
cise, to atten-1 on tho Mounded man. His
fiend indeed remained to assist in nursing
tn; but the invalid, with the whim of a sick
San, soon began to refuso his medicines, un
ips administered by tho hand of Helen, and
Sfeetened by her smile. Moreover, until the
anger was over, his friend watched every
ifcjht at his bedside, and in consequence re
tiring a portion of the day for rest, Helen
wa necessarily left alone, for hours, with the
wduded man. The surgeon, for the first two
wes, came every day to see his patient; but,
aiceiphis, visited him less frequently.
5 is getting along weel enough now," he
-""spaxiay, when Helen followed him out of
tlic rW to ask his opinion.- f'AU he needs is
; na vlron uncl l
gie hira Ah, htssie," ho continued, smiling
archlyind shaking his grey head, "I would,
mysei jc a'most willing to be on a sick lx
fur a fttnight, if I could hae two such cen
walchin me. .
It waitot long after this, for he now hirwI
ed rapid , that tho invalid, began to sit up,
and vefyoon he could totter to tho window,
and looLut. In a day or two more lu found
his way! the cottage door, where, sitting in
a chair, inhaled Ijio delicious mountain air,
for an 1;- or so at jioon-day. His friend,'
when thgnvalid was thus far convalescent.
took to 1 gun again, and went out for same:
and so l?n and her guest were l'rcauenllv
It is nto be supposed that this intimacv
betweertj, two congenial spirits could go on
without 1., on one sido at l.aot
iJow ii i ever thank you sufilcientlr,
Helen ?-,!(l Donald, one day, looking at her
fondly, ft have never dared to ' allude to it
since, tiuti I have thought of it fifty limes
daily; bn Air presence of mind, when I was
dying by e Spring, saved my life."
The blriag Helen looked down, and began
to pick fcioccs a lilly of tho vallov, her fa
vorite flor but sho answered softly, "Don't
talk that v Mr. Allcyne. You would not,
I know,'1 ou were aware how much it pained
"Call iDonald," said tho convalescent;
"surely Viave known cack other long enough?
for you rop that formal name. Or if you
will nota mc Donald, then I shall address
you as MGrcamc."
"Donathcn," said Helen archly, looking
up, andiing the curls back from her face.
"Bleijsu for the word Helen," he said, ta
king hefnd. Nay, dear one, do not with
draw y&and do not look away for I love
you, III, as I love my own life, and if you
will noimine I shall ever be miserable. It
is this;, that I have been long wishing to
say to, but never dared."
Ami not Helen return tho lovo thus
wannllpresscd ? Had sho been with him so
much lo know how immeasurably superior
ho wa other men ? Why did she, in fact
shakeaiead and persist in withdrawing her
tMfeyne," she said, though with averted
face fje tears were falling fast from her eyes
she ndgcr said, Donald "if you would not
have eep out of your sight for ever if, in
short Jt have any respect for a friendless
girl lot speak in that strain again," and
she r3 if to depart. " :
"If, for Heaven's sako hear me," said
her Id detaining her ;" hear me only for one
wordfol Since the hour that you Baved my
life iji loved you,and everyday I have spent
in yobciety has increased that love; but if
ou iay that you love another, I swear nev-
tofk on that subject again,"
She endeavored to detach her hand, which he
had caught a second time, but he held it too
firmly. She still looked away, weeping, but
did not answer. "You are rich; I am poor," she
said at last, brokenly ; "you would some day re
pent of this thing. Even your friends would
laugh at your folly."
"Then you lovo me," said ho, eagerly. "Is
it -not so?"
But this lime Helen faced him, and with a
dignity that quite awed his rapture.
" Mr. Alleyne, will yon let me go ?" she said.
I am an unprotected girl, and you presume on
my situation." ...
" No, by Heaven, no ! " he exclaimed, but let
go her hand; " there, leave me, cruel one.
You misjudgo me, indeed, Miss Greanie, for
your blood is as good as mine; and even if it
were not, Donald Alleyne is not the man to
love for rank or wealth."
nelen, whoso pride rather than heart" had
spoken, was moved by these words, and she
lingered irresolutely. Her lover saw tho change
in her demeanor, and hastened to take advan
tage of it. Nor did Helen long continue to
resist his pleadings. . Sho loved him indeed
only too well, as sho had all along confessed
to her own heart. Still, even when brought
to half acknowledge that he had a place in her
heart, sho would not promise to be his with
out a condition. He argued long and earnest
ly, but her answer was always the same.
" We must part for a year," she said. " You
think now, with the memory of your illness
fresh upon you that you love me; but I am come
of too haughty a blood, though poor now, to
marry even wbcro I might love ,on so sudden
and questionable excuse me for I must speak
plainly so sudden and questionable an attach
ment. You are rich, fashionable, and with in
fluence; I am the last of a line proscribed ever
since Culloden. Your place is the gay world,
whero you will be surrounded by troops of
friends; mine is in tho humble cabin where a
few poor dependants have been my only com
panions, ever since my father died. If you
really love me, you will return at the end of the
year; and if you forget me, " her lips quiver
ed, but she went on," if yon forget me, I shall
live here, with the heather and muir-cock, as
I have lived before."
Her lover was therefore compelled to submit.
But think you he honored or adored her less for
her resolution ? No he worshipped her the
more for it. There was a proud independence
in her liau;Lniiiiitifii---- wcanrcTic
said to himself, the damsitm-o uHicftains who
nan tvT6, noeKtmrn ami jt loddcn Field,
and sacrificed their all at Cullodcn.
Two weeks from that time Donald and his
friend left the Highland cabin, and Helen was
alone. Never beforo had she known whnf it
was to be really alone. She continually missed
the presence of that manly form, tho . light of
that manly rye, the deep toue3 of that manlv
voice. She never knew how much she loved
t ill her lover was away.
But even a year will pass, and just a twelve
month from DonaId,s dparfuro Helen sat at
tne spring side which she had named for the
trystmg spot if her lover proved faithful.' She
had been there already for many hours, watch
ing with an eager timid heart, half tremblin
at her own folly in expecting him, half angry
with herself for her doubts; but now, as the
gloaming camo on, yet no Donald appeared,
her Iwsom swelled nigh to bursting.- Sho rose
frequently and looked up the bridle path, but
nobody was in 6ight. At last the stars beian
to come out ; the wind grew chill ; and with an
almost broken heart she rose to return to the
cabin. Her tear3 were hillinc fast.
" I might have known this, "she said sadly.
"Do not all my books tell mo the same?
Ever the old storv of trnstinsr woman ami
At this instant an arm was thrown around her
waist, and a well-rerocmbcred voice whispered,
m hor car "Now Helen dear, one Of our cruel
sex at least, is falsified. I thought to steal on
you unawares and surprise you ; and so went
round by the cottage to leave my horso there.
Had you looked behind, instead of before 50U,
you would navo lrustrated my little scheme by
seeing mo coming up tho gloaming."
What could sho say? She said notion?, but
burying her face on his shoulder, wept glad
tears. I have waited a whole year imnatientl v
for this day," said he ; " thank' Heaven I find
you mine at last. . '
A month from that time Sir Donald Allevno
introduced his brido to his ample domains in
England ; and never had a fairer wife entered
the splended halls of his ancestors.
In the great gallery of the castle is a picture
of a young Scottish girl, with a half pensive
face, sitting by a mountain spring ; and tho old
house-keeper, as sho goes tho rounds with visi
tors, pauses before the protrait"to sav. That
is tho likeness of the last Lady Alleyne; and
lovely sho was, and as good as lovevely. . By
her husband, the late baronet, she was always
called tho Lilly oftho Valley. Why I have
never heard." , "
But you have, reader; and if you should ever
visit Alleyne Castle you will have no- need to
be told tho tale again.
A boy called a doctor to visit his father,
who had the delirum tremens ; not rightly ' re
membering the name of the disease, he called
it the devil's trembles making bad Latin,
bn very good English. ;
God Been in all His Works.
In that beautiful part of Germany- which
borders on the llhirie. there is a hoblo castle.
which, as you travel on the. western banks, of
the river, you may see lifting its ancient towers
on tne opposite side, above the grovo of trees
about as old as itself. '
About forty years aco there lived in that cas
tie a noblo gcntleman,whora w shall call Baron
-. The Baron had only one son, who was
not only a comfort to his father, but a blessing
to all who lived on his fathcrs's land. -
It happened on a certain occasion that this
young man being from home, there camo a
1 rench gentleman to sec the Baron. Aa soon
as this gentleman came into the castle, ho be
gan to talk of his Heavenly Father in terms
that chilled tho old man's blood : on which the
Baron reproved him, saying, "Aro you not
afraid of offending God, who reigns above, by
speaking in such a maner?" The gentleman
said ho knew nothing about God, for ho had
never seen him. Tho Baron did not notice at
this time what tho gentleman said, but the next
morning took him about his castlo grounds,
anu took occasion first to show him a very beau
tiful picture that hung upon tho wall. The
gentleman admired tho picture very much, and
said, " whoever drew this picturo, knows very
well how to use his pencil."
"My son drew that picture," said tho Baron.
"Ihen your son is a veryclever man," re
plied the gentleman.
The Baren went with bis visitor into tho car
den, and showed him many beautiful flowers
- .1 1 x-l - f r .
awj. yuiuuiuuLia 01 lore si trees. -m,
"Who has the ordoHno' of t.M mn1n7
q D "
asked tho eentlcman.
"My son," replyed tho baron, " ho knows
evry plant, I may say, from tho cedar of Leban
on to tho hyssop on tho wall."
" Indeed," said the gentleman, "1 6hall think
very highly of him soon."
The baron then took him into the village and
showed him a small, neat cottage, whero his
son had established aschool,and where he c4us
ed all young children who had lost their pa
rents to be received and nourished at hia own
expense. The children in tho house looked
so innocent and so happy, that the gentleman
was very much pleased, and when he returned
to the castle, he said to the Baron,
" What a happy man you are to have so good
" now do you kaow I have so good a son ?"
-"-because I have seen his works, and I know
mat no muroo s?wi ayt .1 ,, . a w mv I
an mat you nave MioweU rae.
" Eut yon have never seen him." -
" No but I know him very well, because I
judge of him by Bis works."
True," replied tho Baron, and this is the
way J judge, of the character of our Heavenly
Father. I know from His works, that He is a
oeing .of infinite wisdom, and power, 'and good
The Frenchman felt tho force of the reproof.
and was cartful not to offend the good Baron
any more by his remarks.
WOSK ! WOSZ !
I have seen and heard of people who thought
.1 1 . . .
11 Dcneain tnem to wors to employ them
, selves industriously at some useful labor. Be
neath them to work! Why, work is tho great
motto of life; and ho who accomplishes tho
most by his industry ,is the most truly great
man aye, and is tho most distinguished man
among his fellows, loo. And the man who
fogeis his duty to himself, his fellow creatures,
and his God who so far forgets tho great bles
sings of life, as to allow his energies to 6tag;
nate in inactivity and usclessness, had better
die; for says Holy Writ, " He that will not
work, neither shall ho eat." An idler is a cum
berer of tho ground a weary curse to himself,
as well 33 to those around him.
Beneath human beings to work! Why,
what but tho continued history that brings
forth the improvement that never allows him
to be contented with any attiremcnt ho may
have made of work that ho may havo effected,
what but this raises man above the brute cre
ation, and, undor Providence, surrounds him
with comforts, luxuries and refinements, phys
ical, moral and intelcctual blessings? The great
orator, the great poet, and tho great schollar,
are great working men. Their vocation is in
finitely more laborious than that of tho handi
craftsman ; and tho student's life has more anx
iety than that of any other man. And all,
without the perscvercncc, the intention to real
industry, cannot thrive. : Honco tho number
of mere pretensions to scholarship', orthose
who havo not strength and industry to be : real
scholars, but stop half way, and are ematter ers
a shame to the profession.
Beneath human beings to work! Look in the
artist's studio, the, poet's garret, where the
genius of immortality stands ready to seal his
work' with an uncffaccable signet, and then you
will only sec industry standing by his side.
Beneath human beings to work! Why, I had
rather that a child of mine should labor regu
larly at the lowest, meanest employment,' than
to waste its body, mind and sole, in folly, idle
ness, and uselesshess. "Better to wear out in
a year, than to rust out in a century. ...
- Beneath human beings to work! Why what
but work has" tilled our fields, clothed oar bod
ies, built our houses, raised our churches, prin
ted, our books, cultivated our minds and souls ?
"Work out your own salvation'1 says the in
spired Apostle to the Gentiles. .
a Deacon's Quotation of Scripture on the
Use of Wise and Cold Water.. Mr. Secreta
ry Marcy recently told an anecdote at a dinner
pftTty in IVashmgton, which runs thus:-' .
He said that afcwwcukssin.ee Governor Sey
mour of New York wrote to him, that since he
had vetoed the Liquor Law he had received
various letters from , gentleman in different
parts of tho state, both approving and disap
proving of his course in the promises. Among
them was one from an honest old deacon, who
resided somewhere in the center of the State,
which commended his action in tho strongest
terms. The bid gentleman alluded to Informed
the governor that he was deeply ipterestcd In
tho debates on both sides of tho question, and
did not let one 'jot or tittle escape him. He '
had, too, ho said,' looked up' his Bible from
Genesis to Revelations, in order to see bow the
liquor question was there treated, and after ma
ture delibeation he came to the conclusion tUat
all tho great and good men, as Noah, Moses,
David, Solomon, and Jesus, not only were par
takers of the 'rosy but recommended it to
others: in a word, in his researches be only
found one instance where a man called for "cold
water, and that ho was in h 1, where ho ought
6 be." . This cut direct at bid Dives, who was
rather wroth at not being allowed to spread his
blanket in company with Lazarus, in the bosom
of Father Abraham, raised something of a
smile, perhaps wo . should say rather a broad
grin, among the partakers of Mr. Marcy'wrao,
at the convivial set-to in question.'
A Happt Laxd. A writer from Florence says
that in somo respects Italy is the most delight-
ful country in the world. It is a land, Tor ex
ample, whero cleaning house, washing day and '
all other such interesting epochs in tho Amer- '"
ican calender, are in tolerated and unknown':
This exemption from the 'great domestic' evil V
of cleaning house is owing not so much' to" a
love of dirt as to thb peculiar construction of
the building.. Thus, for; instancp, where the
ceilingsand wall arojrcjscjocdr the latter cov
ercd wjfc--slTror paper hangings, there is no
need ofSvhito-washing, and where ; tho panels
and doors are of marble" or oak there is no
necessity for scouring paint. " Tho ceilings
and walls aro kept clean by long-handled brush
es. The carpets there are fastened to ; iiott
rings in the floor, bv means of larcre hooks In
tho binding, and thus, can bo raised aaid laid
rnvors: In TlW n 1 11 1 ft--""- "r "J"
.m.i. Q VTv8- it- G1MUAM.
Is done at an early hour in the moraine?, before
the family aro awake for the day : and so qui
etly is it accomplished that to a' stranger it
seems as if the invisible wand of some mi stir v
magician had changed all in the night. '
Served In Eight.' 'i"
A drunken husband havinc' advertised tiV
wife in the Kosciusko Sun warning tho public
not to trust her, she addressed the editor the
following note : .",.'.".
Wuo m Responsible? Mr. Rov: I find in '
your paper an advertisement over the signa
ture of T. Cottrell; forewarning all
from selling mc any thing onhis account, and
that ho docs not consider himself responsihlA
for any debt I may contract; It was altogether
unnecessary for Mr. Cottrell to insert such jt
advertisement in your paper, for no one who
knows anything about his character will credit
him on his own account. " I shall not degrade
myself by replying io tho scurrilous advertise '
nicnt of a man who has for manv vears hern
drunken inmate of. a whiskey doggery, and
whose reputation, decency, character, and
credit have left him long since; but in concla- .
sion, 1 will remark, that I forewarn all persona -
from letting Mr. Thos. Cottrell have anything
on my account, as I have heretofore paid hia
debts and supported him, and carjiot coniis-
tentiy.witn my own feelings and mtrest to do '
so any more. Martha Ann McCary.
Beactifcx Extract. The annexed beautiful :
lines are taken from Sir Humphry Davy's Sal- '
monia : I envy no quality of the -mind or in
tellect in others, be it genius," power, wit or - ,
lancy; but if I could choose what would be
most delightful and useful, I should prefer a
firm religious belief to cyry other blessing, for ;
it mases lire a aisciplino of goodness; creates
new "hopes when all earthly hopes' vanish : and .
throws over tho decay, the destruction; of ex
istence, tne most gorgeous of all lights; awa
kens life even in death, and from corruptions
ana aecay calls up beauty and divinity: makes
an instrument of fortune and fcbamei the ladder
to Paradise; and far aliove all combination of
earthly hopes calls up the. most dblightfuf via
ions of palms and amaranths, the earden of the
blest, the security of everlasting joys" where
the sensualists and skeptic views only gloom,
decay, annihilation and despair. .. . . .
C?In a recent familiar chat between Madam
Aimz and the celebrated Dr. Hunim, the lady
tookHccasIon to remark that the men of the
present age, if for any one thing above another,
are celebrated for wearing fals hearts?" Yes.
my dear madam," pithily rejoined the doctor,"
" and the ladies for false bosoms 1" ""inr
Aimz screeched; : : - I . . ,
No ma can do anything, ?4"tU.will
said a metaphysician. "Faith,' id J?t? i .
had a brother who went to Botanv BauuzAtna
his will, faith and he did".' r --t 3i --T