BY S. B. ROW. CLEARFIELD, PA., "WEDNESDAY, JULY 21, 1858. VOL. 4.-M). 47. TIIE SOUL. One thinks the soul is air; another firo : Another, blood diffused about the heart; Another saith the elements conspire, And to her essence each doth give a part. Bat, as the sharpest eye discerneth nought, Except the sunbeams in the air do shine, Eo the best soul with her reflecting thought, ' Sees not herself without some light divine. . . TIIE OLD MAM'S STORY. A THRILLING 8KKTCII. I shall never forget the commencement of the temperance reformation. I was a child at the time, some ten years of age. Our home had every comfort and my parents idolized me their child. Wine was often ou the table, 6 ml both my father and mother frequently gave it to me in the bottom of my morning glass. One Snudiy at church, a startling announce ment was made to our people. 1 knew noth ing of its purport., but there was much whisper ing among the men.' The pastor said on the next evening there would be a meeting, and an address upon the evils of intemperance in the use of alcoholic drinks. He expressed him. s elf Ignorant of the object of the meeting, aud could not say what course it would be best to pursue in the matter. The sul ject of the meeting came up at onr table after the service, and I questioned my father about it with all the curious eagerness of a child. The whispers and words which had been dropped in my hearing clothed the whole aflair with a great mystery to me, and I was all eagerness to learn the strange thing. 31 y father merely said it was some scheme to unite church and State. The night came and groups of people gath ered on the tavern steps, and I heard the jest and the laugh, and saw drunken men come reeling out of the bar-room. I urged my father to let me go, but he at first refused. Finally, thinking that it would be an innocent gratifi cation of my curiosity, he put on his hat, and we passed across the green to the church. I remember well how the people appeared as they came in, seeming to wonder what kind of an exhibition was to come off. In the corner was the tavern keeper, and a round hini a number of friends. For an hour the people of the place continued to come in, until there was a fair honse full. All were cu riously watching at the door wondering what would appear next. The pastor stole in and took a Seat behind a pillar under the gallery, os if doubtful of the propriety of being in the church at all. ..- Two men finally came in and went to the rtltar and took their seats. All eyes were fixed upon them and a 'general stillness pervaded throughout the room. The men were unlike in appearance, one be ing short, thick feet in his build ; the other tall end well formed. The younger had the man ner and dress ot a clergyman, a full, round f.ice, and a quiet, good natured look, as he leisurely looked around over the audience. But my childish interest was iu the old man. His broad, deep chest, and unusual height, looked giant like as he strode slowly tip the .aisle. His hair was white, his brow deeply learned with furrows, and around his handsome mouth lines of calm and touching sadness. . His eyes were black and restless, and kindled as the tavern keeper uttered a low jest aloud. His lips were compressed, and a crimson flush went and came over his pale cheek. One arm was oil above the elbow, and there was a wide tear above his right eye. The younger finally arose and stated the object of the meeting, and asked if there was a clergyman present to open it with prayer. Our pastor kept his seat, and the speaker himself made a short prayer, and then made a hort address, at the conclusion calling upon any one present to make remarks. The pastor rose under the gallery, and attacked the posi tions of the sieaker, using the argnments w hich I have often heard since, and concluded by denouncing those engaged in the new move ment as meddlesome fanatics, who wished to break up the time-honored usages of good so ciety, and injnro the business of respectable men. At the conclusion of his remarks the tavern keeper and his friends got up a cheer, and the current of feeling was evidently against the strangers and their plan. While the pastor was speaking, the old man had fixed his dark eye upon him, and leaned forward, as if to catch every word. As the pastor took his seat the old man rose, his tall form towering in its symmetry and his chest swelling as he inhaled his breath, through Ins dilated nostrils. To me, at that time there was something awe-inspiring and grand in the appearance of the old man. as he stood with his full eye upon the audience, his teeth shut liard, and a silence like that of death through out the church. ... i For a moment he seemed lost in thought, and then, in a low and tremulous tone, com menced. There was a depth in that voice, a thrilling pathos and sweetness, which riveted every heait in the house before the first period had been rounded. My father's attention had become fixed on the eye of the speaker with an interest which I had never before seen him -exhibit. I can but briefly remember the sub stance of what the old man said, though the .scene is as vivid before me as any I ever wit nessed. My friends, I am a stranger in your village, jnd I trust I may call you friends a new star has arisen, and there is hope in the dark night which hangs like apall of gloom over our coun try "'With a thrilling depth of voice the speaker locked his hands together, and con tinued: "Oh, God! thou who lookest with compassion upon the roost erring of earth s children, I thank thee that a brazen serpent has been lifted up upon which the drunkard can look and be healed; that a beacon has burst out upon the darkness that surrounds him which shall guide back to honor aud heav en, the bruised and weary wanderer. It is strange what power there l in some voices. . The speaker's voice was low and measured, but a tear trembled in every tone, and before I knew why, a tear dropped npon my hand, followed by others like rain drops. The old man brushed one from his own eyes, and continued : . . , . Men and Christians ! Ton have just heard that I am a vagrant fanatic. I am not. As God knows my own sad heart, I came here to do good. Hear me and be just. .i .... n m man. standing alone at the end of life's journey. There is a deep sorrow in my heart and tears In my eyes. 1 have jour .t . . iirt and beaconless ocean, and life's hopes have been wrecked. I am with- - i i An an1 wut friends, horns or Kinureu on vn.., look with longing to the rest of the night of death. Without friends, kindred or home ! It was not once so." 'No one could withstand the touching pathos of the old man. I noticed a tear trembling on the lid of my father's eye, and I no more felt ashamed of my own. "No, my friends, it was not once so. Away over the dark waves which have wreck ed' my hopes, there is the blessed light of happiness at home. I reached again convul sively for the shrines of the household idols that once were mine, no more." The old man seemed looking away through fancy npon some bright vision, bis lips apart, and his fingers extended. I involuntarily turned in the direction where it was pointed, dreading to see some shadow invoked by its magic movements. "I once had a mother. With her old heart crushed with sorrows, she went down to the grave. I once had a wile, a fair angel-hearted creature as ever smiled in an earthly .home. Her eyes as mild as a summer sky, and heart as faithful and true as ever guarded and cher ished a husband's love. Her blue eye grew dim as the floods of sorrow washed away its brightness, and the living heart I wrung until every fibre was broken. I once had a noble, a brave and beautiful boy; but he was driven out from the ruins of his home, and my old heart yearns to know if he yet lives. I once had a babe, a sweet, tender blossom : but these hands destroyed it, and it liveth with one who loveth children." "Do not be startled, friends; I am rot a murderer in the common acceptation of the term. Yet there is light in my evening sky. A spirit mother rejoices over the return of her prodigal son. The wife smiles upon hini who again turns back to virtue and honor. The child-angel visits me at nightfall, and I feel the hallowing touch of a tiny palm upon my feverish cheek. My brave boy, if he yet lives, would forgive the sorrowing old man for treatment which drove him into the world, and the blow that maimed him for life. God forgive me for the ruin I have brought upon me and mine." lie again wiped a tear from his eye. My fa ther watched him with a strange intensity, and a countenance unusually pale, and exci ted by some strange emotion. "I was once a fanatic, and madly followed the malign light which led me to ruin. ' I was a fanatic when I sacrificed my wife, children, happiness and home to the accursed demon of the bowl. I once adored the gentle being whom I injured so deeply. I was a drunkard. From respectability and affluence I plunged into degradation and poverty. I dragged my family down with me. For years I saw her cheek pale, and her step grow weary. I left hcr alone, amid the wreck of her home idols, and rioted at the tavern. She never complaiied, yet she and the chil dren went hungry for bread. 'One Net l'ear's night I returned late to the hut where charity had given us roof. She was yet up, and shivering over the coals. I demanded food, but she burst into tears, and told me There was none. I fiercely ordered her to get some. She turned her eyes sadly upon me, the tears falling fast over her pale cheek. At this moment the child in its cra dle awoke, and set up a famishing wail, start ling the despairing mother like a serpent's sting. -'We have no food, James have bad none for several days. I have nothing for the babe. My once kind husband, must we starve V That sad pleading face and streaming eyes, and the feeble wail of the child, maddened me, and 1 yes, I struck her a fierce blow in the face and she fell forward upon the hearth. The furies of hell boiled in my bonm, and w ith deeper intensity as I telt I had commit ed a wrong. I had never struck Mary before, but now some terrible impulse bore me on. and I stooped down as well as I could in my drunken state and clenched both hands in her hair. God of mercy James!' exclaimed my wife, as she looked up in my fiendish countenance, you will not kill us you will not harm Willie, as she sprang to the cradle and grasped him in her embrace. I caught her again by the hair and dragsed her to the door, and as I lifted the latclithe wind burst in with a cloud of snow. With a yell of a fiend, I still dragged her on, and hurried her out into the darkness and storm. With a wild ha I ha! I closed the door and turned the button, her pleading moans mingling with the wail of the blast, and the sharp cry of her babe. But my work was not yet complete. Jl turned on the little bed where lay my older son and snatched him from his slum bers, and against his half awakened struggles opened the door and thrust hini out. In the agony ol fear, ho called me by a name I was no longer fit to bear, aud locked 'his Angers in to my side pocket. I could not wrench that fienzied grasp away, and w ith the coolness of a devil, ns I was, I shut the door upon the arm, and with ray knife severed it at the wrist." The speaker ceased a moment, and buried his lace iu his hands, as if to shut out some fearful dream, and his chest heaved like a stonnswept sea. My father had arisen from his seat, and was leaning forward, his counte nance bloodless, and the large drops standing out upon bis brow. Chills crept back to my young heart, and I wished I was at home. The old man looked up, and I never have since beheld such mortal agony pictured upon a human lace as there was on his. It was morning when I awoke, and the storm had ceased. I first secured a drink of water, and then looked in the accustomed place for Mary. As I missed her, for the first time a shadowy scene of some horrible night mare began to dawn upon my wandering mind. I thought I had a fearful dream, but involun tarily opened the outside door with a shud dering dread. As the door opened the snow burst in, followed by the fall of something across the threshhold, scattering the snow, and strikiug the floor with a sharp, hard 8onnd; My blood shot through my veins, and I rubbed hnt out the lieht. It was O God'" how horrible! it was my own injured Mary and ber babe, frozen to ice ! The ever True mother had bowed her self ever her child, and wrapped all her clothing around it, leaving hrehWand Kd b r h. ovr the" face of"the ci?i.d and the .leethad fro,en it to the white child, ana " ... , its half open- cneeK. finv flneers. I know ed oves, onu ui ----- . -. 3 . A . nf mv brave boy." Aeain the old man "bowed his head and wept Again "ie o t Wlth him. a child. In tones of aiy lamci ow-" low and heart-broken pathos, the old man con eluded : ' I was arrested, and for long months I raved in delirium. 1 awoke, was sentenced to pris on for ten years ; but no tortures could have been like those I endured within my own bo som. Oh God, no I I am not a fanatic. I wish to injure no man. But while I live, let me strive to warn others not to enter the path which has been so dark and fearful a one to me. I would see my wife and children be yond this vale of tears." ' " The old man sat down, but a spell as deep and strong as that wrought by some wizzard's breath rested upon theaudience. Hearts could have been heard in their beating, and tears to fall. The old man then asked the people to sign the pledge. My father leaped rom his seat, and snatched at it eagerly. I had followed him, and as he hesitated a moment with the pen in the ink, a tear fell from the old man's eye on the paper. "Sign it sign it, yonng man. Angels would sign it. I would write my name there ten thousand times in blood, if it would bring back my loved and lost ones." My father wrote, "Mortimer Hudson ." The old man looked, wiped his tearful eyes and looked again, his conntenance alternately flushed with a red and death like paleness. "It is no, it cannot be yet how strange" muttered the old men. "Pardon me, sir, but that was the name of my brave boy." My father trembled, and held up his left arm, ftom which the hand had been severed. They looked for a momont in each other's eye, but reeled and gasped "My own injured boy!" "My father!" They fell upon each other's necks, until it seemed that their souls would grow and min gle into one. There was weeping in that church, and I turned bewildered upon the streaming faces around me. "Letnie thank God for the great blessing which has gladdened my guilt-burdened soul,-"' exclaimed the old man, and kneeling down, he poured out his heart in one of the most melting prayers I ever heard. The spell was then broken, and all eagerly signed the pledge, slowly going to their homes, as if loth to leave the spot. The old man is dead, but the lesson he taught his grand child on the knee, as his evening sun went down without a cloud, will never be forgotten. His fanaticism has lost none of its tire in my manhood's heart. Ice from the Glowing Crucible. The article entitled "TheFirstldea of Every thing," in our last number, abundantly showed that there may be, literally and materially, noth ing new under the sun ; yet, so many new facts, principles, and laws, are almost daily coming to light, that the world is in no want of novelties. Thus, a new branch of physics has of late years been inaugurated by the discov ery of what is called the spherodidal state of matter. When we had got as far as steam and gas, we fancied we had fathomed the uttermost secrets of nature ; but now marvels which a writer of fiction would hardly dare to intro-, ducc into a fairy tale or legend, turn out to be incontestably and demonstrably true. For in stance, a bold experimentalist some people might call him an impudent quack set his heart on manufacturing a lump of ice. And where does he succeed in making it ? Of all preposterous places in the world, ho produces it inside a glowing crucible standicg in a heat ed furnace ; the heat of the furnace, moreover, not being the gentle temperature which bakers use to rednce beef and potatoes to a savory dish nicely browned and with the gravy in, but a chemist's white heat ; and the bit of ice, so turned out, is not a half melted hailstone, which yon would suck with pleasure (if clean) after a summer afternoon's thunder storm, but a diabolical little lump of such intense cold ness that yon'take it to be the concentration of a whole Russian winter, or an asscntial ice drop distilled out of the very North Pole itself. Household Words. The Printing Office has indeed proved a better college to many a boy, has graduated more nseful and couspicuous members of so ciety, has brought more intellect out and turn ed it into practical usc!ul channels, awakened more minds, generated more active and eleva ted thought than many ot the literary colle ges of the country. The present Governor of Pennsylvania, Wru. F. Packer, graduated in what has justly lieen styled the "Poor Boy's College," a printing office, as did also our dis tinguished United Mates Senator, Simon Cam eron, and the eminent Pennsylvania Jurist, Ellis Lewis, besides a host of other brilliant minds whose talents have adorned h'gh posi tions in "the Cabinet, on the Bench and ot the Bar. A boy whocommences in such a school as the printing office will have his talent and ideas brought out; and, if he is a careful ob server, experience in his profession will con tribute more toward an education than can be obtained in almost any other manner. Mineral Wealth or Sonora. MajorSteen has jjiven the editors of the Santa Fe Gazette a very interesting account of the mineral wealth of Sonora. He expresses the opinion that Sonora is far more prolific of gold and sil ver than California, and if a territory of the United Statts, would yield many millions an nually. He says be has seen single lumps of gold taken from the mines there worth from $3000 to $5000. He likewise states shat he bad seen a 'cord' of silver in bars, and all mined without machinery. There is a strong desire on the part of the men of property in Sonora to declare the State independent, and then a la Texas, to annex it to the United States. There are men there who would give a million of dollars for the accomplishment of such an end. Under Mexican rule, with rev olution the main element of society, their property is comparatively worthless. Under the protecting care of our system of jurispru dence and civil government, it would be in valuable. Quite NatcraC It is stated in a Cape Cod paper that the mackerel, though not decreas ing in numbers, are becoming every year har der and harder to catch. We suppose they are getting smarter and more knowing. It is a ver; natural supposition, for they are gener ally found in schools. Orthographic A model yonng lady, just graduated from a certain distant academy, re marked the other day, "I cannot deceive how the young gentlemen of the Panola can drink to such a recess, when they know that it so conjurions to the institutions." Panola Star. TIIE MAMMOT1T TREES. The correspondent of the .New York' Tri bune, writing from Mariposa county, Califor nia, under date of May 14th, 18-58, says : "I am in the midst of the Mammoth Grove of Mariposa. On all sides of me are numerous giants of the forest, varying from 20 to 34 feet in diameter, and from 275 to 325 feet high. Sublime sight ! Each tree fills me with won der as I look at it. A glance at one of these immense trunks conveys a new idea ot the magnificence of nature; "glorious as the uni verse on creation's morn" is this grove. The Titans and the gods fought with such trees as these for clubs when tLe attempt was made to carry Heaven by storm, as recorded in the Grecian mythology. The trees are so high that you must look twice before you can see the top, and then you cannot comprehend how h igh they are until you have looked at them from many points of view, and compared them with the little pines ia the vicinity, which do not exceed 10 feet in diameter and 200 feet in height. No words, no exclama tions, no figures, no description can convey to a person who has not seen these mammoths the vivid impression of their sublime gran deur, which tills and overwhelms the mind of the beholder. But the idea, in its full force, remains in the minn only while the eyes are fixed upon the trees. The conception is too great to be imprisoned in the brain, except with the aid of vision as a door-keeper; and while you have that you are delighted. I could lie and look up for hours at these mighty columns, which seem to threaten the heavens; their sight fills my mind with a rapid succes sion of changing emotions, and I would call them poetic thoughts, but I cannot express them. I feel as though I am a poet without the means of expression, as though, if I could write what I feel, I should produce a poem, wherein the sun and planets would be tossed about as I kick this gravel at my feet. Now that I look up these trees appear to be among the greatest objects of nature, and men are but earthworms in comparison. The grovo is about half a mile wide and three quarters of a mile long, and it contains 427 standing trees, which, in regard to diame ter, may be classed as follows: 1 tree meas ures 34 feet in diameter; 2 measure 33 feet each; 13 from 25 to 33 leet each; 36 from 20 to 25 feet each; 82 from 15 to 20 feet each in diameter. Total, 34 trees above 15 feet in diameter. Remaining, 293 under 15 feet in diameter. One tree has fallen, and a considerable por tion of it has been burned, but I think it was nearly 40 feet in diameter and 400 feet long. This tree has been named the Sequoia Gi gantea, and is an evergreen. The tree has the great peculiarity that it bears two kinds of leaves. Those on the young trees and on the lower blanches of large trees are about five-eighths of an inch long and an eighth wide, and are set in pairs opposite to each other, on little stems. But the upper branches of the large trees, which have borne flowers, have little triangular leaves about an eighth of an inch long, and these lie close down to the stem. The cones are not much larger than a hen's egg, and their compara tively small size reminds me of the eye of the whale. The seeds are also very small, being only about a fourth of an inch long, a sixth wide, and almost as thin as common writing paper. The bark is reddish-brown in color, of a course, dry, stringy, elastic substance, and very thick on the largest trees not less than 18 inches. The wood is soft, elastic, straight grained, light, when dry, and red in color, aud it bears a very close resemblance to red cedar, except that the grain is not Quite so even. The wood is very durable, being, like the red wood, almost imperishable, whether above or below ground. The Sequoia Gigantea is found only on the Sierra Nevada Mountains i i California, at a l.e:ght of about 4,500 leet above the level of the sea. It exists only in small groves, five of which are known three in this county, one in Calaveras, and one in Tuolumne. These three counties Ite adjoining to each other; and the five groves are all between 37 deg. 40 min. and 38 deg. 15 min. of south latitude. This grove in w hich I now am is the largest, and there are two other groves within a mile of here, one containing 86 trees, and the other with 35 trees. Tuolumne grove was discover ed only a few days ago. It contains 10 trees, one or two of which are said to be 35 feet in diameter. The Calaveras mammoth grove, to which I made a flying visit on my way hither, lies north west from here, 50 miles distant in a staight line, but considerably further by the travel roads. This was the first discovered of the mammoth groves, is the most noted, and attracts tho greatest number of visitors. It was first known to the whites when found by some hunters in 1850, but the public attention was not called to the place until 1854, when one of the largest trees was cut down, and the bark stripped from another to a distance of 116 feet from the ground. The tree which was felled was 92 feet in circumference and 300 feet high,, and five men worked at it 22 days cutting through it with large augers. On the stump, which has been smoothed off, there have been dancing-parties and theatrical per-, formances, and now there is a printing-office, from which The Big-Tree Bulletin is issued. The tree, which was stripped of its bark, con tinued green and flourishing for two years and a half, and did not begin to die until altera very hard frost in the Winter of 1856-57. The bark, with some ot tho wood of the felled tree, is now in the English Crystal Palace There are in this grove ten trees 30 feet in di ameter, and 82 trees between 15 and 30 feet; thus making 92 over 15 feet through, while there are 134 of the same size in the large grovo of Mariposa. The latter grove has the superiority in the number of its trees and the beauty of its location, and also in having other grand scenery in the vicinity; but the gener al impression among those who have seen both groves, is that Calaveras has the largest and tallest trees. I have adopted the measure ments made by others, which may be incor rect, but I think the general impression right. One of tho Calaveras trees which is down must have been 450 feet high and nearly 40 feet f n diameter at the but. The Calaveras grove is in a little basin about two miles in diameter, but the 92 large trees are close to gether, those furthest from the center of the group being scarcely more than 600 yards apart. The Mariposa grove was discovered a year or more ago, and the smaller ones near tt were discovered last Aatamn. ;Vv'i. inir ideas are suggested by tne .nnMArtinn ofths r o( these trees. The rings of the felled tree were counted, and Us age variously estimated, according to the dif ferent ways of counting, at from 1,900 to 3,000 years. Probably its age was not less than 2,000 years. It sprouted while Rome was in its glory. It is older than any kingdom, lan guage or creed ot Europe or America. It was a large tree before the foundation of the Chris tian Church, and was fifteen hundred years old before the period of modern civilization began. Twenty centnries look down at me from the tops of half a dozen trees which I now can see; and some of the little ones often feet Li diameter, now before me, will still flourish in a thousand years from now, when all our present kingdoms and republics shall have disappeared, and our political and social system shall nave been swept away as full of evil, and replaced by other and better systems, wherein men will be enabled to live in civil ized society without each being forced to rob his brother, by means more or less legal and respectable. The trees in some places grow very near to gether, in others they are comparatively, far apart, and occasionally two or three will be seen which are united near the ground, al though they may have sprouted at a distance often or fifteen leet from each other. The Sequoia Gigantea grows in a deep and fertile soil, and is always surrounded by a dense growth of other evergreens, such as va rious species ot pine, fir, spruce and Califor nia cedar. The scenery in these forests is beautiful. The trees grow very close togeth- j er, and the trunks, usually from a foot to two j feet in diameter, rise in perfect perpendicu larity, and without perceptible dimunition of size, more than a hundred feet without a limb, and while all is perfect stillness and rest, and shadow on the ground, the traveler, looking up where the sunbeams break through the dense foliage here and there, can see the flex ible tops swinging from side to. side in the roaring mountain breeze. The ground being never visited by the sun is always moist, and produces a luxuriant and beautiful little un dergrowth of mosses, flowers and berries; and I have at times compared myself in such a place to a merman, who while at the bottom of the sea, amid a forest of queer sea weeds, and surrounded by beautiful shells and the treasures of a thousand wrecks, should look up from his abode of peace, and see the surf ace of the sea, far above him, raging in a ter rilfic storm. The best time for visiting the mammoth groves is late in the summer. The Spring is cool so high on the mountains, and there arc occasional little showers, which are extremely disagreeable to the traveler. Indian Wuisrt. A citizen of St. Paul fur nishes some pretty hard papers on his fellow sinners who trade with the Northwestern In dians. He siys a barrel of the "pure Cincin nati," (?) even after it has run the gauntlet of railroad and lake travel, is a sufficient basis upon which to manufacture one hundred bar rels of "good Indian liquor." He says a small bucketful of the Cincinnati article is' poured into a w.ish-tub almost full of rain water; a large quantity of "dog-leg" tobacco and red pepper is then thrown into the tub; a bitter species of root, common in "the land of the Dakotah" is then cut up and added; burnt sugar or some such article is used to restore something like the original color of the whis ky. The compound has to be kept on hand a few days before it is fit for use. It is then ad ministered to the aborigines ad libitum. He says all that an Indian wants is something that will "bite!" and it matters not whether it is pepper, rum or tobacco; that he will give forty acres of land, for one dose- lie says some of the speculators when they wish to drive a bargain," have only to administer this innocent preparation to the Chippewas and Sioux simultaneously, and they all start at once for their war clubs and tomahawks, and proceed to cleave each other's brains out. Sketch of Lcther bt Carltle. A coarse, rugged, plebian face it was, with great crags of cheek. bones a wild amount of passionate energy and appetite ! But in his dark eyes were floods of sorrow ; and deepest melancho ly, sweetness, and mystery, were all there. Often did there seem to meet in Luther the very opposite poles in man's character. He, for example, for whom Richter had said that his words were half battles, he, when he first began to preach, sufiered unheard agony. "Oh, Dr. Staupits, Dr. Staupits," said he to the vicar general of his order, "I can not do it, I shall die in three months. 1 indeed can not do it." Dr. Staupits, a wise and consider ate man, said upon this, "Well, Sir, Martin, if you must die, you must; but remember that they need good heads up yonder too. So preach, man, preach, and then live or die as it happens." So Luther preached and lived, and he became, indeed, one great whirlwind of energy, to work without resting in this world, and, also before he died he wrote very many books books in which the true man for in the midst of all they denounced and cursed, what touches of tenderness lay. Look at the Table Talk for example. "An Honest Man is the Noblest Work of God." The Wheeling Times states that a few days ago Adam Walford, a fireman on the Baltimore and Ohio Railroad, a very poor man living at Grafton, in passing through the cars, saw a pocket book on the floor, picked it up and handed it to the conductor, requesting him to examine its contents and take it in charge. The conductor found about $750 in money, and an equal amount in notes, by which the owner of the property was identi fied. It had been accident ly dropped by the clerk of a merchant in Wheeling. The clerk presented him with $5, and the merchant with $20 worth of groceries. A Jolly Life. Insects generally most lead a truly jovial life. Think what it must be to lodge in a lily. Imagine a palace of ivory or pearl, with a pillar of silver and capitals of gold, all exhaling such a perfume as never rose from human censer. Fancy again the fun of tucking yourself np for the night in the folds of a rose, rocked to sleep by the gentle sien of the summer air, nothing to do when yon awake but wash yourselves in a dew-drop, and fall to and eat your bed-clothes. "Julius, what's a latitudinarian ?" "A laty tudy what 1" "A latitudinarian." "A laty tcrdercarium, Mr. Snow, ts a man what ascer tains the circumference of de bemnsfear, and brings de axle ob de ari;;ppotte to de hub ob de universe." " ' " Tux Geology or North America. Profes sor A. C. Ramsay, F.R.L., F.G.S., recently visited this country, and while here made some notes upon the geology of the Canadas, and the north-eastern provinces generally. The chief object of his . Investigation was to discover the eflects of glacial action ; and h plainly showed, in a recent lecture before th Royal Institution in London, that the valleys on each side of the Laurentine chain of moan tains, have all been cat by ice. The banks of the St. Lawrence near Brockville, and all the Thousands Islands, have been rounded and moutonnee by glacial abrasion during th period when all this mass of ico was moving southward futo what is now the Atlantic Ocean. He observed the scratcbings and atriations which are so peculiar to rocks and stones that have been abraded by ice, all along the Cats kills, and finding that they do not ran down hill, as they would certainly do had these mar kings been produced by glaciers, but they run north and south, he concludes that they bavo been produced by icebergs grating along these mountains when the valley of the Hudson was a sea ot 4,000 feet deep, and the Cat skills for med the coast line. In fact, it seems from th Professor's paper that the whole of America south of the lakes as far as latitude 40 deg., is covered with glacial drift, consisting ot sand, which during the submergence of the conutry, have been transported several hun dreds of miles from their parent Laurentine chain, and all the underlying rock shows the evidence of having been ice-smoothed and striated. It has long been thought by many geologists that great changes had been eflected in the physicial geography of the northern part of this continent, by the action of ice, but it has never been so clearly made out before. We have to thauk the cold and uncongenial epoch known as the glacial period," for the roun ded smoothness cf our scenery, the gentle slopes, and sweet descents, the Thousand Isles, and other beauties of our continent. As a contrast, happy and harmonious, to the lover of the picturesque, stand out the rugged rocks and the rough abtaded surfaces, which lend an extra charm to the scenery, and render the Catskills a place of such delight. Nature is ever lovely ; but when we trace the causes of that loveliness, then wonder mingles with ad miration, and intellect as well as sensation Is brought into play in the appreciation of oar Mother Earth. Statue of Ethan Allen. While at Brat, tleboro' on Friday, 25th ot June, we asked permission to see the statue of Ethan Allen, which is being made by the young artist, Mr. Larkin Mead. This is the young man who surprised the citizens of Brattleboro,' a year or two since, by converting a bank or snow in to a colossal statue of the recording angel. It was done jn the night of the 31st of Decem ber, and the angel was represented as finish ing the record of the preceding year. The young artist was called to cut it in marble, which he afterwards did, and it adorned for a time the National Capitol. He evinced talent of a high order. His model for the Allen sta tue is a grand conception. It fitted precisely our idea of Allen. It seemed to be complete. The right arm is uplifted, his eye is fixed, and we almost expect to hear the clay cry outt "In the name of God and the Continental Con gress." We think that the statue will be a great success. Trumpet. Cows and Sugar. Travelling a few days In Missouri, in sections where the cws have a wide range, we heard a new enticement to bring the cows home regularly at evening. That ws, feeding them with sugar the same as yon would with salt. A little handful at . evening, at the same time of day, would bring them back to the gate with a regularity as un failing as the sun. After they are well train ed in sugar-eating, it may be omitted every other night. A half-dozen notable honae-wifes assured me that the fact was well worth know ing. Ohio Farmer. Iron Bbidge over the Nile. A great tu bular iron bridge is now being constructed at Newcastle, England, and will be completed in about two years, for the Egyptian railroad, which crosses the Nile about midway between Cairo and Alexandria. The river there is 1 eleven, hundred feet wide, and a steam ferry boat is now employed to do the business. It does not suit the go-ahead spirit of the Pasba. He was once detained for four hours in cross ing, by an accident to the boat, and he then gave Robert Stephenson orders to build this " bridge. The India Scb-Marikb Telegraph. The prospectus has been issned of the Great India Sub-Marine Telegraph Company, with a capital of X1,000,000 in X20 shares. The proposal is to construct a line, on Mr. Allan's patent, from Falmouth to Bombay, via Gibraltar, Malta and Alexandria, and thence by the Red Sea to Aden and Bombay. Mr. Allan contends that his system confers the advantage of an econo my of 40 per cent, in the first cost of construc tion, and of more than 50 per cent, in the ' working. , A member of the "Dead Rabbit" association '. in New York city lost a child the other day by death, and, feeling perhaps the late re morse of love," on account of having treated . it ill in its lifetime, he stole a coffin to bury it ' in. Nodonbt the poor IiMle thing's ghost , was soothed by such an evidence of paternal ' affection. . Sleep. Women require more sleep than " men and farmers less than those engaged In. other occupations. Editors, reporters, pria. ters and telegraph operators, need no sleep at all. Lawyers can sleep as much as they choose, and thus keep out of mischief. Cler gymen can sleep twenty-fonr hoars, and put their parish to sleep once a week. A design for another new cent has been issued from the .mint in tha ;t ni Phila delphia, and it is hoped that the government will adopt it. - There is a coal mine in Schuylkill county. Pa., which has been burning lor the last twenty-three years. - .-.--(.'' Teach your children that there is health, beauty and happiness obtained in the caltiva- tion of flowers. i Character flies. Yes, it has wings of course, the lighter it is the quicker it goes. . 4 Intellect i A new fangled thing, just come: up? anLtbe sooner it goes out the better. - t
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