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BY S B. ItOV.
CLEARFIELD, PA., WEDNESDAY, SEPTEMBER 16, 1857.
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WHAT IS HOME WITHOUT A MO THEE 1
Kb at it home without a mother?
.What are all the joys we meet,
When her loving smiles no longer
Greet the coming, coming of -our feet?
- The days are long, the nights are drear,
And time rolls slowly on ;
And how few are childhood's pleasures
When her gentle cares are gone.
Things we prlie are first to vanish,
. Heart we love to paw away;
And how sjoj, e'en in our childhood,
v , We behold her turning gray.
Her eyes grow dim, her step is slow,
. Jler joys of earth, are past ;
And sometimes ere we learn to know her,
rJhe has breathed on earth, on earth her last.
t)lder hearts may bare their sorrows,
, tJrief that quickly dies away,
' But a mother lost in childhood.
Grieves the heart, the heart f rota day today;
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ii m nun ucr ama, nor willing nana,
Her fond and earnest cares ;
And oh ! Low dark is life around as,
What is home without, Without her there.
QUEEN ESTHER'S ROCK.
CONCLUSION.
The flood gates of feeling so long confined,
now gave"way, and the poor girl wept aloud
In the bitterness of ber soul. I could say
nothing to sooth ber, for it required a pow
erful effort to suppress the rebellious outbreak
ing of my own o'er masteied heart, and I
knew that every moment of onr lives might
yet depend upon our coolness and selfposses
aloa. All soon became quiet again; poor
liosette had ceased weeping ; little Annie had
forgotten all her childish cares, and the keen
demands of hunger alleviated in balmy sleep ;
and I myself was just entering the territory
of dreams, when I was startled with the sound
of half smothered voices. "Hist ! hear yon
that?" whispered Rosette. "Alas my foolish
grief has letrayed us ; we shall be murdered,
and all for me." I tried all I could to calm
her apprehensions. The whispering Increas
ed audibly in loudness, though it did not ap
pear to rae that the speakers were any nearer
than at first ; a large clump of birch trees rose
directly before us, and I thought the sound
proceeded from behind that. They did not
tpeak loud enough for me to learn the subject
of their conversation, but I could distinguish
their different intonations, and I thought if
the human voice was a criterion, by which to
judge the heart, there was at least ono villian
among them. Rosette grasped my arm, "as
I live," excaimed she, while a gleam of joy
shot across her pale features, "as I live, that
voice is Marcus Wilmer's, ray cousin Marcus,
oh ! we shall have a protector now, and who
knows but he can tell us something of our
tfear " "But," I interrupted, "is he not the
6oe who sought jour love, Rosette, and whom
you rejected" "And what of that, he is the
son of my father's own brother, and " "But
dare you trust him ? you know how many have
turned Tories." "Matty," she replied re
prvechfully, "I thought you were too well
acquainted with the noble blood of the Wil
rners, to suppose it tainted with Toryism, but
he shall answer you this charge. . Marcus,
Marcus Wilmer," she shouted at the top of
her feeble voice. Three darkly painted sava
ges came immediately before us. (HaI cried
the foremost, my pretty Rosette, my sweet
cousin Wilmer ; yes, Wilmer, for you have
not married that accursed scoundrel, as they
taid." I could not brook this ; "She has
the honor, sir," I replied, "to be the wife of i
-my brother, Phillip Somers; and tbose who
audaciously call him scoundrel, would do well,
perhaps, to recollect that none better descrvo
that appellation than such as under the show
of savage colors act a part which the meanest
of that class would scorn." "Ah! a fine
aprig of chivalry we have got here. Bark ye,
my Madam Quixotte, will take a verbal chal
lenge, or must I employ a secretary 1 Here
you, yechaw ; but perhaps she would like her
brother lor a second, aye her brother, if be be
indeed possessed of the hand which I onco
oegged for on my knees, and be. alive, and
within hundred miles, she shall see him ; yes,
and he shall die he shall die, Rosette, and I
will see if witnessing his death will soften the
heart which my tears have failed to move.
Come, ladies you have confidingly selected
me for a protector, and have a right to the
hospitality of my dwelling." The taunting
wretch verr familiarly took the arm of the
fainting R-ette, and, as resistance was vain,
I was obliged to follow along between the
ether two. I now lamented my rashness la
disclosing Rosette's marriage, but repentance
cam to late, and X felt that oar prospects
were indeed wretched. '
T7e were not permitted to pause ' again till
we had reached the summit of a long range of
hills, ovo&pking the little Tillage of Wllkes
Barre, and then what magnificent scene was
spread oat before us. Tha faithless enemy bad
set fire to that devoted town, end there was snf
ficient wind to connect the tod flames f n one
Jong unbroken chain, showing the exact length
of the village. The latenaeaesf of the light
made object (which from the distance we
night not have been able to awe at all fa the
-day-time) distinctly visible, and 1 could eee
women and children running from house to
house In the greatst apparent confoafoav Onr
dark: companions seemed in an ecstaey jt the
ig!.t, nod the hill was In a few moment jlter
aHy swarming with Indian, assembled to; wit
ness the work of destruction. Their long pro
tracted whoops, mingled with the oft repainted
name of Brandt and Butlerpealed in startling
echoes along the mountain's cavernd recesses,
and it seemed as if Asrael were winding his
first fearful blast, to awaken the slumbering
ones of the earth. In a short time, however,
the wild column of flame settled down to small
flickering lights, like bonfires, and the dense
waves of smoke rolled off to mingle their dusky
folds with the clouds of the west. "Our sport
is all over now," exclaimed our long leader,
"and with your leave, ladies, we will resume
our walk." lie continued his ironical atten
tions to Rosette, though she appeared to shrink
from him, with a kind of instinctive horror.
An hour's walk brought us in sight of an In
dian encampment. A large pile of moulder
ing logs was surrounded by some fifteen or
twenty Indians, who received Wilmer with
much apparent joy, and with whom he seemed
to be a great favorite. Three or four wigwams
stood away to the right, and in the corner of
one, with a mat of sweet fern for a bed, was
pointed out our place of rest. Little Annie
slept soundly, with her head in my lap, and
poor Rosette too, after offering a fervent prayer
to Heaven for our protection through the night,
once more revelled amid the visions of hap
pier days. My own harrassed imagination a
lone seemed alive to the realities of our situa
tion. Sleep did not visit my eyelids that night
and my distempered fancy conjured up hor
rors,till I felt as I sometimes have, when labor
ing under the suffocating effects of the night
mare. Dread gigantic forms, with dark fea
tures and sad gleaming eyes, stood around me;
long glittering knives, with bloody hilts, hung
over my head. I could see the lifeless fea
tures of my dear sisters scarred with the tom
ahawk, and the cold sweat fell from my fore
head till it seemed as if I were actually turn
ins to a pillar of ice. The sun shone clear
and warm through the opening of our cabin
the next morning, and my fatigued compan
ions had not yet awoke. There was a slight
bustle at the door, and the stern voice of Wil
mer called to us immediately to rise. We o.
beyed, and were placed, with our hands tied,
in the centre of a dozen squaws and Indians,
whose countenances expressed the pleasure of
some anticipated event. At about a quarter
of a mile from where we started' we were or
dered to stop. The place was a small hollow,
surrounded, except on one side, with a gentle
bank covered with tall slender pines, and in the
centre was a huge brown' rock, whose -sides
were coated with yellow moss, and on whose
top lay a glittering tomahawk. O Heavens !
thought 1, and is this the altar of sacrifice, and
arc we to be the victims? The thought had
scarcely entered my mind, when my attention
was arrested by a wild thrilling shout, which
pealed along the ravine leading to the hollow
on the south, and which was immediately
answered by a corresponding sound from near
ly fifty of the savago tribe, who had begun to
form themselves in a ring around the grassy
enclosure. A double file of gorgeously tat
tooed Indians were soon discovered coming a-
long the ravine, with twelve or fifteen white
prisoners led between them, whom they placed
in a sitting posture within the circle of savages,
with a couple of stout Indians standing at the
shoulders of each. There was no cowardly
quailing, no vain womanly fears to be seen in
the faces of those brave soldiers, although some
of them appeared to be very young. They
looked like men who bad anchored their hopes
in heaven, and who were prepared to meet
death without flinching. I recognized two or
three distinguished officers, whom I had seen
marching forth with high hopes the day before,
to battle ; and at last, as my eye ran along to
the last of the doomed number, think, oh,
think, Juliet, of the dreadful pang which seized
my chilled heart, to meet the mournful gaze of
my beloved brother Philip. The villainous,
cold blooded Wilmer stood triumphantly be
side him, and directed an occasional glance of
revengeful joy towards poor Rosette ; but she
did not see him. Anticipating some dreadful
catastrophe, she had covered her face with her
hands, aud prayed to heaven that she might
not look np, for I knew that a knowledge of
Philip's situation would distract her.
"Queen Esther, Queen Esther," presently
burst from the lips of all, and a tall painted
squaw strode within the circle and sprang at
one bound in the centre of the rock. Her form
is still strongly painted in my memory, but I
can not half describe it. A large crimson
fringed blanket was fastened about ber tawny
neck, with a kind of loop, and confined again
at the waist with a belt of various colored wam
pum, and from thence descended a short slip
of blue stuff decorated at the bottom with large
scarlet patches. Her coarse jet hair almost
trailed on the ground, and ber wrinkled fore
head was girt about with the skin. of the yel
low rattlesnake, which looked as if recent torn
from the body of its owner, to garnish a still
more loathsome form. Her face I will say
nothing about; It wae oo odiously terrific to
admit of a description $ it seemed to me a ve
ry camera obsenra of distorted ugliness.- She
immediately.; (upon gaining ber conspicuous
station Y seized the heavy tomahawk,and began
dancing a kind of Indian whirligig. She com
meaeed by flemishing ber formidable weapon
aloft In the air, and shrieking, and called upon
the name of Cofbrnoo, (whom I afterward
learned wat ber eon, alain the day before In
battle,) till the white froth fell in bubbles from
ber frenzied Kpay? Then there was a sodden
and death like pause, and the next instant the
hatchet descended upon the naked rock with
a force that fairly shook the solid ground be
neath it, and scattered fragments of the splin
tered stone in every direction. One piece (the
same which roused little Bell's curiosity) en
tered the sleeve of my dress, and hung there,
while blood drippled from its ragged corners
upon my hand.-"This maddening ceremony
over, Queen Esther descended, and then came
the reality. She, she but I cannot oh !-
cannot describe that most horrid transaction,
but I saw it all, all. I tried to close my eyes,
but their lids, were literally frozen back, and
everything seemed magnified to a frightful
distinctness. An agonizing shriek and a pros
trate form at my side, told me that Rosette,
too, bad witnessed the slaughter of some
of: those resistless victims. Alas I mer
ciful heavens, would that that dread scene
might be forever blotted from my memory.
Miraculous as it may appear, Philip actually
broke from those who held him, and made his
escape. A loud hue and cry warned me of
their intention to pursue, and I saw Wilmer
was foremost in the bloody chase. We were
now ordered back to the wigwam, and Rosette
being still in a swoon, they were obliged to
carry her. "The daughter ot the pale face no
sleep to-night," whispered a half familiar
voice in my ear as we entered the cabin.
"Long Bow remember, Long Bow save."
immediately recognized . the hunter, whose
child we had found in our journey. The kind
ness with which these few words were spoken
quite affected me, and for the first time since
my confinement,! enjoyed the luxury of tears
J ignt came. Little Annie had fallen into a
quiet slumber, and Rosette sat upright beside
me. She had not spoken the whole day"; her
eyes were dull and inexpressive, and 1 could
not help fearing that the terrors of the morn
ing had disordered her mind. All had become
perfectly still about the encampment when the
dark form of the hunter stole stealthily thro'
the cabin door. He carefully severed the
cords with which we were bound, and motion
ing extreme caution, bade ns follow. I hug.
ged my little sleeping sister closely to my bo
som, and giasplng Rosette's arm, we were soon
beyond the reach of immediate danger. At
the base of a small hill, our guide removed a
handful of brush wood from the mouth of a
narrow cave, and bade us enter, nor for our
lives attempt coming out, without his permis
sion. In a few hours he retumedand gave me
the chilling information of my brother's re
capture. He called me out of the cave, and
putting a hatchet in ray hand, asked me if I
loved my brother. I immediately comprehen
ded his meaning, and assuming his own pecu
liar style, I replied, "does the wigwam of the
red hunter hold a daughter 1 and has that
daughtei a brother V "Yes, there is light in
the cabing of Long Bow lor the red fawn is
there, like a bright star ; ber step is like the
spring of the wild cat, and she fears not to
speak with a tomahawk. But the heart of the
white girl is pale , she trembles at the sight of
blood, and the hatchet would fall from her
band." "Oh! but the love of the white girl
is strong ; she has great love for ber friends ;
she could do all things for her brother." He
said no more, but proceeded noiselessly along
the beaten path. We were in sight of the
lodge. A few steps aside from the circle of
dusky'sleepers, sat my poor brother, strongly
bound to a pine sapling, and by his side (as the
faint rays of the moon discovered) his invete
rate foo Wilmer, and another equally athletic
figure, apparently in a sound sleep. I saw
that Philip was awake, but did not stir. The
red hunter carefully cut the band which bound
the prisoner to the tree, and bidding me to
strike the Indian while he despatched the To
ry, he raised his arm. Now was the trying
moment of deep and deadly peril, lor a single
struggle or groan might betray us, and then
world ensue the long routine of inquisitorial
torture ; and should we succeed, the life of a
human being, tho blood of a fellow creature
would be upon my head ; my breath almost
ceased at the thought. But then the life of a
brother was at stake, and could I hesitate 7 I
felt my arm descending with power, but my
senses fled, and I knew no more till I fonnd
myself in the cave with my brother hanging in
speechless anxiety over me. "Thank God,
she lives!" exclaimed he, as I once more o-
pened my eyes upon the light of day. Tho
sun shone dimly through the uncertain vistas
of our retreat, and I felt, when I looked upon
the pale haggard features around me, as if I
had awakened in the land of spirits. Little
Annie seemed overjoyed to hear me speak a
gain. But poor Rosette did not appear to no
tice the least thing, and her pulse indicated a
high fever. -
Philip had promised our deliverer that he
wonld not attempt to leave the eave in two
days, without hi special advice, as there was
no doubt but that the woods would be scoured
in every direction to discover ns. And so
they wens, as the sound of footsteps and bnsy
voice declared to ns. - We heard them around
us, venting their angry threats, in words which
made me faintly gasp for breath. Some one
enquired if f here was no cave In which they
could be secreted. "At the big ran," answer
ed, a quick voice, which I knew to be the rod
hunter's. Some seemed turning away at this
information, when "a trail, a trail," from the
same friendly voice, withdrew them altogether
from our covert, and we onco more ventured
to breathe. All that day and night we dared
not hazard, even a whisper, so great was our
fear of discovery ; and we knew that scarce a
stone would remain unturned in the untiring
search. Our situation on the second day be
came distressing in the extreme. We had
nothing to eat, and poor Annie had become so
weak for the want of nourishment, that she
could scarcely raise her head from my arms.
My unfortunate sister-in-law grew rapidly
worse. She raved deliriously of Philip and
Queen Esther, and alas ! we could not help
her; we bad not even a glass of water with
which to moisten her parched lips. "Thou
wlk die here, my . poor Rosette," murmured
Philip, while be imprinted a kiss upon her
burning temples ; "thou wilt die, my sweet
one and, I shall oh, no, no ! I shall not live
long, but I shall witness thy last struggle, and
life's strange principle will still for a while be
within me. Had I but left thee amid the
beautilul vallies of the East, with thy young
heart's dear associates, Rosette. Oh ! I have
placed my trembling dove in tho heart of a
vulture. Matty, Matty," he continued, in a
low sepulchral tone, "I am very fearful she
breathes hard do, do see if she is not worse."
She was indeed ; her respiration grew short
and difficult, and I lost not a moment in re
moving the rubbish from the cave's entrance,
and getting ray expiring friend to the open
air. I thought not of risk I thought only
of the horrors of death in our confined prison
house. Oh ! how bright and glorious appear
ed once more tho prospects of the soft blue
skies, and richly clothed wood lands. The
air of the forest in summer is always cool and
balmy, but it seemed doubly luxuriant then ;
and bad our situation been any other than it
was, I thought I could have exclaimed with
Willis then "existence was a blessing." It
was beginning to bo sunset, and the deep yel
low rays fell idly upon the . grey moss whero
we had laid the almost inanimate Rosette
The stirring air and the warm sunshine seemed
to arouse her dormant faculties, for she part
ly opened her heavy eyes, and moved her lips
with a faint smile. "Ob, Matty !" she sighed
almost inaudibly, "let us go, they will murder
us hero ! They have no hearts. Wilnior,
Wilmer, oh ! it is not my cousin Wilmer ; he
has no vampyre draining heart's blood. Spec
tre, thou art not Marcus. Away, away thine,
thin, (she continued, fixing her glassy eyes
full upon me,) do you see ? A pagan invoking
his deities. Wretch, thy God.s name is
Queen Esther! Thy axe is sharp, and there,
thou hast warm blood upon it largo purple
drops, and then . wilt stain tho faco of my
Philip death, death" and she clapped her
hands over her eyes, as if to avoid the dread
ful sight. My wretched brother vented the
agony of his soul in tears, and I could not
hold doing the same.
"Is that the wind T" asked Philip. I lis
tened ; it was a low rumbling sound like the
distant voice of the sterras spirit ; but it grew
nearer, and I thought it was a wagon. Could
it be 1 were we near any road 1 The bare
possibility of escape from our fast accumula
ting miseries inspired me with new life. My
pale brother was so weak from loss of blood
that he could scarcely stand, so it remained
for me to ascertain the foundation of our new
life. I started and hurried on in the direction
indicated Dy tne sound, a largo wagon now
came in sight, loaded,not with odious savages,
but with dear beautiful white people. The
driver saw me and stopped the horses, for I
could not speak, so wildly did my heart flutter
with the expectation. "What ails the child ?"
exclaimed a kind voice, Juliet it was my
own dear father's.
Hearing of the fatal termination of the war
of Wyoming, he had left the troops of Strauds
burg, and hastened to learn the fate of his
family, and now be had found them all except
my brother George, who was slain in battle.
My excellent mother wept tears of joy over
her lost and found, and littlo Susan, fairly
danced in an ecstaey of bliss. A short journey
brought us to the place where my father com
menced a settlement. It was tho very spot,
Juliet.oD which yourpanowlives. But troubles
still attended us. For lour long weeks were
we obliged to watch the sick bed of poor Ro
sette. At the end of that time the physician
pronounced her convalescent; but alas ! alas !
she was no longer the beautiful, the intellectual
Rosette Wilmer of other days. The lustre
of the bright eye had departed forever, and the
stare of vacant idiocy sat in the place of an ex
pression which was wont to entrance every be
holder. My brother, my wretched, my distract
ed brother could not bear this blighting of his
soul's fondest hopes. He was broken hearted
A few short months saw the silver cord parted,
and the solemn words, "rusr to dust," were
spoken over our beloved Philip's grave. The
wife of my perished brother has ever since
that time, just as you see her now, an uncon
scious fragment of that history, which I alone
live to relate. J. U. K.
Sheshequen, Pa. '
A letter whiter says that the travelling
retinue of Madame Lagrange, when she was
out west, consisted of a saprano, a tenor, a
baritone, a pianist, a parrot, a mocking bird,
one husband, and three dogs. .
Baron Mcller writes from Mexico that he
has fonnd a new silkworm, subsisting on many
kinds of leaves, yielding a fibre about half
way between silk and cotton, and is of an a-
busdact productt , 1 ,-..
A Thousand Miles is a Thousand Hours
At 2J o'clock this morning, James Lambert
accomplished his task of walking 1,000 miles
in 1,000 consecutive hours at Boylston Hall
and thereby completed one of the most re
markable, feats in pcdestrianisni upon record
Such a contempt for the demands of nature as
he has evinced during this trial, taxing his en
ergies to their utmost in the endeavor to per
form a deed tthich all reasonable people would
justly consider impossible, has excited more
than usual interest for his undertaking, lie
commenced at 10 a. m. on Tuesday, July 28,
and, as stated, - retired tine die from the ring
this morning shortly after 2 o'clock, having
walked ono mile in every hour for nearly forty
two days. His fatigue two weeks since was so
great that even his friends abandoned all hope
of his success ; but he was "on his muscles
and, as he affirmed, "would walk until he fell
upon the track." Within the last few days
that weariness and stupor has greatly increas
ed; and in walking his mile, after being a
roased from slumber only by great exertion,
he would stagger and exhibit other signs of ex
treme lassitude. He was in this state upon the
completion of the last mile.
The number of spectators throughout the
day, yesterday, was very large, and at even
the late hour to which the completion of the
affair was brought, this morning there were
crowds in attendance. He maJo his first miles
in about ten minutes and his last in over double
that time. At the signal which signified the
termination of the 1000th mile, the pedestrian
was warmly cheered and the company followed
his example by retiring to their various places
of rest. It is said that Lambert will receive
about $2,000 as the result of this affair. The
parties betting against him are New Yorkers,
and they have had present here two represen
tatives who alternated in "seeing fair play.1
As Lambert will now have an opportunity of
answering the requirements of his exhausted
condition, it will be necessary to use great
care in regard to him for fear that he should
sleep forever. His physician prescribes
thorough waking and exercise afteevery three
hours rest, and by a strict adherence to this
treatment it is hoped that Lambert may regain
his former strength. Sinco he commenced
walking he has lost fourteen pounds of flesh,
and now weighs but 113 pounds. Boston Post.
Victims or Societt tue Cause or their
Misfortcxes. In tho city every now and then,
one comes across self styled "victims of socio
ty." They ask onr charity they throw the
burden of trieir miseries upon the world at
large, instead of making a single effort to help
themselves. Poor misanthropes whose course
has been but a repetition of the Prodigal Son,
overlooking their own short comings, they
wander about with lowering brow and wand
visage. Study their history ask them the
cause of their misfortunes. Their youth was
spent in idleness and dissipation, their man
hood in folly never have pursued an honest
calling, and never known the rewards which
honest industry is sure to yield.
The world is a bad one, but should not bo
made responsible for what it cannot be proper
ly called to account. We have too many of
thee eccentric, ghostly looking claimants for
syicj.athy, with their affecting stories of what
"they might have been," had not the adverse
shocks of humanity cast them from their
course. Nobody should bo so silly as to pity
them nobody so ignorant as to bestow charity
upon them. It is combatting these very shocks
that the main burden of lifo consists, and from
which the highest honor and prosperity accrue
n men tree nas tne urmer root the one
that, exposed on some mountain pinnacle, is
swayed and bent by rude storms, or the one
that, reared in a garden, would fall at the first
blast of adversity? It is opposition that
strengthens the mind and the man, and shows
tho existence of principles which in quietness
wonld never have been seen. Shame then, on
those weak vessels that have succumbed to the
storm and yielded (o idleness and vice ! For
their errors the. world is not responsible but
themselves ,a.xii to them be assigned all the dis
honor according to the mis-named "victims of
society."
A Prater for tub Times. Lord, save me
from the sinfulness of my own heart and life !
Save me from the false doctrines, false au
thorities, and bigotries of Sectarianism !
Save me from tho ignorance, and folly, and
iniquity of fashionable religion!
Save me from the over-valuation of any
thing because it is popular !
Save me from the under-vsluation of -anything
because it is not popular !
Save me from the awfulness of infidelity
from all forms of godlcssness and hopelessness!
Save me from all social and political cor
ruptions and delusions 1
Help me to live and die a penitent, faithful,
holy, and happy Bible Christian !
DGod has written on the flowers that
sweeten the air upon the breeze that rocks
the flowers upon the stem upon the rain drops
that refreshes the spring of moss that lifts lis
head in the desert upon its deep chamber
upon every penciled sheet that sleeps in the
caverns of the deep, no less than upon, the
mighty sun that warms and cheers million of
creatures which live in its light upon all the
worka bo has written : "Tone liveth for him
self,". :. i
la Town with A Poccrr Flax or Rocks A
Tennessee planter lately visited New Orleans,
and stopped at the St. Charles Hetel,- and in
the coarse of a week created a prodigious sen
sation. He was a stout plain looking old'fcl
low, and on the trip down from Memphis con
trived to get very drunk, so that from the time
he landed In the city until he left, he carried
on like a crazy man, paying fifty or a birndred:
times the value of everything he bought: H
gave a colored barber $20 for shaving bim,anI
refused to take any change ; paid- half a dol
lar for a glass of liquor, declined the change,
and gave the bar-keeper $20 additional' as a
free gilt. On the latter being rejectedjthe
planter crumpled up the bill, threw it behlnd
the counter, and walked off in a rage; He had
all his pockets stuffed with bank note of the.
denominations of hundreds, fifties and' twen
ties, which he threw away recklessly.' If be
ran against a person ho dashed' a handful of
bills in his face. Not satisfied with tbi; bo
paraded about with a linen bag so full of silver
that it bent him down to carry it; - Wherever
he had a chanco, he paid for drinks, Sic, with
a handful of half dollars. After a three days
tour of this description, he packed' np and'
travelled back to Tennessee, where he belong
ed. He is said to be quite wealthy. The suck
ers about town are believed to have reaped a
grand harvest out of this poor inebriate's fully.
The Americas Idea. When one Idea pre
dominates strongly above all others,. it is a
key to a nation's history. The great' idea of
Rome, that which the child drank in with his
mother's milk, was dominion. " The great idea
of France is glory. In despotisms, the idea
of the King or the Church possesses itself of
the minds of the people, and- a- superstition
loyality or piety becomes the badge of the in
habitants. The most interesting views of this
country is the grandeur of the idea which baa
determined its history, and which is expressed
in all its institutions. Take away- that, and
wc have nothing to distinguish iiss In the re
fined arts, in manners., in works of genius, we
are as yet unsurpassed. From ouryontn and
insulated position, our history has no dazzling
brilliancy, but one distinction belongs to us.
A great idea, from the beginning, has- been
working in the minds of this people, and ft
broke forth with peculiar energy in onr revolu
tion. This is the idea ' of human rights. WJ
E. Chanuing.
An asecdote related atConstantinoplo,show
how much the Ottomon Porte enjoys tho pres
ence of the foreign representatives. A bis
Highness was taking a ride in one of the su
burbs of his capital, accompanied by asingte
aid-de-camp, he perceived on the street two
Franks, who showed in a very lively manner
their joy at meeting after an absence of many
years. The Sultan inquired about them ;'from
whence they came, and who was their embas
sador to his Court. "We are Swiss," they re
plied, "and have no Minister here." "O happy
people," exclaimed the Sultan, aife rode on.
A North Carolina paper s-iysc "There are
a great many people who live in ignorance for
the want of a newspaper. Last winter, while
travelling between this place and Raleigh, wa
met a man who conversed intelligently about
farming, but who had not heard of the death
of John C. Calhoun or General Jackson! Ha
cxpressed great regret at their departure, and
conld not imagine what the country would do
without tbera. He was told that Gen. Pierce
had kept things pretty straight, when he actu
ally asked, "Who is Pierce V
A gigantic enterprise is now going on in Hoi
land, namely : the blocking up two arms of tho
sea, and replacing them by a navigable canal
for merchant vessels of the Iargost burden.
By this operation, an extent of land of 14,000
hectacres (35000 acres) of the- fin eft quality
will be gained from the Scheldt-
The Physicians In the House of Correction,
at Lawrence, Mass., report it almost impossi
ble to treat delirium tremens successfully now,
in consequence of the utter prostration of the
nervous system of drunkards by the strych
nine so generally used in the manufacture of
various liquors.
A Kin a for the Cahadiaxs. A provincial
paper mentions a rumor that the object of tho
Governor General's visit to England is to con
sult on a project of a union of the British
North American provinces under a king, to bo
supplied from the present bountiful royal stock.
The most horrible caso of precocity we have
long heard of is noted at Rochester. A littlo
illegitimate son of a young woman, named
Beebe, six years old, now lies In the poor house.
raving with delirium, tremens, brought on. by a
long continued course of dram drinking f
Plato observes that the minds- of: children
are like bottles Willi very small mouths ; if you
attempt to fill them- too rapidly, much knowl.
edge is waisted and little received; where-as,
with small stream they are easily filled..
Girls, never run away from yoar parents till
you are sure the young man eloped with don't
run away from you.. ' This advice is worth a
years subscription, but we wiQ give it gratia.
A Cincinnati Editor, in dunning hi ub
...rtKura. nti hit hm "resDonsibiltiea" throws.
upon bia which he is obliged Xo "mtai.'. - ,
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