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POETRY.
GidvRcsiis the Bow.
Time creeps dnthe wisest and happiestjs
As well as all others you know,
Ami his hand, though it touches him kinoly,
Is laid on Old Rosin the How.
My fingers grow stiff an unskillful,1
And I must make ready to go;
God's blessing on all I am leaving
1 lay down the Viol and Bow.
This world and my cheerful companions,
I love but I'm willing to go,
For a lienor I trs! is in wailing
A Kjve, ftr old Kostn the Bow. ' fr
I've ever been cheerful, but. guileless,
i And I wish all the world would be so;
For there's nothing like bright happy faces,
Li t'.ie eyes of Old Rit-in the Bow.
Fi.i. nni.y a gay Ucarted circle
If ive trHjicd on a light hefcl and toe,
1r uiiih the good Old cotillimart contra,"
Inspire J by my VM and How.
Aii-J when r lrWg cracked in the middle,
They just leek breath us you know,
"While Rosin returned the old fiddle,
And ciapp'd some new dust on the Bow:
All the youth love the merry old fellow,
An J his heart's not ungrateful 1 know;
For to see them joyous and happy,
I bliss to Old Ro-;n the Bow.
A few whom we love, have departed,
And oft to the church yard l"go, .
And sit on some green, grassy hillock.
Ana think on the sleepers below!
Then sortly ,ny Viol attuning
To the nobles which are sweetest and low,
Some strain which is plaintive and simple,
I touch with trembling Bow.
Then the yoeth come and gather around me,
AH .-ilent and hushed as 1 play,
Their thoughts borne aloft on my strains
To the home of the lov'd, far away.
-4nd now 'tis my turn to be going:
My pulse almost ceases to flow:
Though poor 1 can still give the bJossnng
To each, of Old Rosin the How;'
Amotion and hate are the poisons
That curdle life's joys as they flow-1-
Oh! would every heart were as simple
As that of Old Rosin the Bow.
.Now when I'm laid under the greensward
Don't sorrow too deeply for me,
But think on the morrow that's coming,
How sweet our re-union shall be!
Then l.ty me 'neath yonder old chesnut;
Without any funeral show,
And but add to the tear of affection,. 1
44 God care for Old Rosin the Bow!
Bat do not forget to adorn it,
(Just over my bosom you know,
Where so many long yea 3 I have born it,)
With my cheerful old Viol and Bow.
That all who pass by and look on it,
May say, " after all, I don't know,
But the truest philosopher living
Was honest Old Rosin the Bow."
Columbus, Dec. 25, 18 J0. K.
Running wir an Office. A; fellow was
seen run ling up First-street, when a friend in
q i:e.l " Whut are you running for V' 'Tin
ru:i.n:ig for an office.""' What oflicet" 14 Squire
hvwify's, ditug it, I'm sued !"
A Lady Farm kr. The successful compet
itor for iho premiums offered Uy the Agnctil
tM"l S ft!V of Kennebec county, (Maine.)
v.s Ir- CflUm W. Jlaitiest,!)!' Wuuhrop. !e
w,iP j croj W4i$ 2$ htij:iici lo the acje. -4 H94
corn crop consisted of 132 bushela to the acrs.
From the Ladies (Jorapanion.
ZiQVC and pecsEiaioai.
A TALE. OF TIIE DAYS OF DISCOUNTS IN NEW-YORK.
. BY EPES SARGENT.
CHAJ'TER I.
The scene was the room of a voting artist
in Broadway--the season midsummer the time
of day eleven o'clock in the forenoon and the
dramatis persona:, Mr. Frank Buck wood ,1afnice
young man, and Mr. Harry Singleton, who was.
to all appearances, the proprietor of tin: cans of
paint, the easel, the brushes, pallets, lay figures
and broken casiftj. which were scattered in pic
turesque contusion about the apartment. Mr.
Btickwood was fecliiiino, after a fashion pecu
liar 10 himself, in a luxurious arm-chair, a se
gnr in his mouth, and ontleg stretched upon an
adjacent table, while the other rested upon the
head of a plaster Siiakspeare Mr. Singleton,
who wore a tightly-liuing, and richly-figured
dressing gown, in the pockets of which his
hands were thrust, was pacing the Hour with
impatient strides, and with a face, which be
trayed anxiety and vexation.
"Be cool, man," said Mr. Btickwood, lazily
exhaling a cloud of tohacco-smke; ''take com
fort. It will be ail the same a hundred .years
hence."
"Comfort! Don't talk to me, sir, of com
fort." n-plicd Mr. Singleton. "1 am inconsoli
hle wretched beyond description."
"Don't walk the loom in that way. Harry.
It is decidedly vulgar. The true mark of a
oeutlemau is, to appear consumedlv indifferent
to every thing. Nothing is more plebeian than
to be udserahle, unless it is to he happv."
"Uh, hang up philosophy. Wait till you are
tried as 1 am."
"And, pray, now that I think of it, what is
the matter?"
"Oh! if you hut knew. Well, whv shouldn't
I tell you? Btickwood, don't sneer, and I will
impart to you my story, lou know Eveline
Gray?"
'Certainly; the little dowdv heiress in what
i the name of the street! Her hair is what
you might call fi ime-colored."
"CaiiifF! She is a sylph with auburn ring
lets. Don't laugh at me. We met at Niagara
lat autumn. It was In-fore mv father's death.
which event, as you know, was accelerated by j
the loss of his Tomme, in consequence of his
1 then dallied for amusement, is now, ata! my
sole means of support. Well; I met Eveline
at Niagara. I took her likeness, read with her,
gazed on the rapids with her by moonlight, hy
surnlight, by starlight, by twilight, by no light
at all. save what Hashed from her own blue eyes
and finally "
"1 understand. Go on," said Buckwood.
"Don't interrupt me," implored his friend.
"Finally we were engaged. Parents gave their
consent, &the course of true love ran uuwriuk
led by a wavelet or a ripple. But fortune sudden
ly shifted. My father was ruined, and I was
ruii ed with him. But Eveline Eveline was
true! Not .so old Six-per-cent, her father. As
soon as he heard of my mischance, he for
bade me his house threatened to kick me down
stairsme, Harry Singleton! 1 would have
dashed my fist in his face, but consideration,
like an angel came, in the shape of Eveline,
and I bowed and withdrew."
"Well; what is there in all that -to make you
miserable?" inquired Mr. Buckwood, lighting a
. --..,..,.,. ..-. -A V Uttf 'I till Vt
new segar.
"Oh, nothing, nothing 3t all," returned Har
ry, in a somewhat doubtful and perplexed tone.
"I considered it pleasant devilish oleasant.
x
But my Mory isn't quite finished."
"Of course," said Btickwood, "you had a car
riage at the lady's door the next evening char
tered a steamboat, and carried her off to Provi
dence, where the knot was tied and no ques
tions asked."
"No. I succumbed to the blow in the fond
hope thai the storm would blow over, and the
sky brighten once more. For months, as you
know, 1 have devoted myself to my art with an
exclusive devotion. I have wooed excellence
with unremitted ass.idt.ity, and, I flatter myself,
Buckwood, not altogether without success. But
you grow impatient. In one word, then, there
is a rival in the case a vulgar, black-looking
foreigner, with long hair curling over his coat
collar, a dirty imperial, and whiskers, which
the dyer has made black. He calls himself
Count Mareschino, and is quite assiduous in
his addresses to Eveline. She, poor girl, is
evidently disgusted with the fellow, but her fa
ther and mother have the fatuity lo favor his pre
tensions. The wretch is reputed lo bo rich,
and h talks of his estates on the Rhine with
magnificent self-complacency. Bv the way.
ho has had the impudence to sit to me for Ins
jorlratt. Here it is. Did you over oeo audi
i graceless-looking vagabond?"
Here ihe young artist brought forth a canvass
covered with a half-finished portrait, the only
emarKaoie leaiure oi wnicn was an unnatural
jiass of curly black hair, and submitted it to Mr.
Buck wood's inspection. That excellent per
mm), on seeing the picture, appeared to be sud
denly roused from, the apathy .which had hith-
to characterized his demeanor. He turned the
canvass admiringly to the light, then struck his
Torehead thoughtfully with his hand, and, at
length, with tmcontrolablo enthusiasm, ex
claimed: " Beautiful! What at a noble-looking fellow!
Fie upon you, Harry ! It is your jaundiced
imagination, which blinds you to the charms of
that manly face. What an eye! What whiskers!
If Eveline can resist those whiskers, then is
she impregnable."
"Pshaw!" replied Singleton, somewhat,
chagrined; "of course, the face is flattered, but.
without prejudice, i consider it superfluously
hideous. Pah! The hug of a black bear
would be exstacy compared with the contact of
that bushy excrescence. Hang the fellow!
What shall I do, Buckwood? How dispute the
claims of this infe I bandit?"
"Invite him to take n sail with you over to
Mohoken, one of these pleasant mornings. But
no, I fear the fellow isn't worth shooting; and
as you seem to he in earnest about thjs matter,
my dear Harry, I will lend you a helping hand.
If I can't extricate you from this dilemma my
self, I know the man who will do it, if human
inger.uity and audacity can prevail. You know
Mr. Moses Timberstock, of course?"
"Timherstock ! Moses! Never hoard of
such a person."
44 What! Do you not know Moses? Wait
here awhile. I will bring him to you, and we
will consult upon your case. Not know Mo
ses! Poor ignorant youth! A capital fellow
is Mcses: tiie prince of speculators and of hum
bugs and the envy and detestation of his Wall
Street brethren. Oh, you must see Moses.
Cheer up, Harry. This is a lucky thought.
Moses shall make a man of you yet; and if he
does not astonish your particular friend Count
Wbiske.randos, he is not the Moses 1 took him
for. Adieu for five minutes."
And so saying, Mr. Frank Buckwood abrupt
ly threw away his segar, put on hi.s hat, and
knocking down a Venus de Medicis in his pro
gress, quitted the apartment.
CHAPTER II.
Singleton was alone; and taking his brush
and pallet, he commenced painting. The sub
ject which he had marked out upon his canvass,
was a fancy sketch, representing ihi stolen
meeting of two lovers. The lady had her fin
ger raised in the altitude of listening, while the
youtli had his hand upon the hilt of his sword,
as if he heard the foot-falls of hosiile intruders.
His left arm was round the slender waist of
his companion. A noble white charger tied to
to the hough of a tree, completed the picture,
which, in its attitudes, was spirited and grace
ful, and extremely well colored The yotin"
artist, however, did not seem to regard it with
much complacency; and after two or three
touches, he threw by his mall-stick, his brush
and pallet, and, taking a chair, did what young
gentlemen in love lifts very s pt to do he solilo
quized: 44 In rain do I try to rally the hopes that have
forsaken me. Existence stretches before me
one barren level, uniliumined by that orb, which
would have made its desolation a paradise."
As he uttered these word", a sound of persons
approaching was heard, and the next moment
Count Mareschino, marshalling Mrs. Gray and
Eveline, entered the studio. The nobleman
was certainly a very extraordinary person in
appearance. His hair was very black and very
bountiful enveloping the principal portion of
his face. A quizzing-glass was stuck before
his right eye, and kept in its place by the com
pression of his brow. Around his neck was a
black satin kerchief, sprigged with gold; and
his vest flamed with all the colors of the rain
bow. II is .pantaloons were of light blue, and
he wore a frock coat frngged in the most sub-
mm: l.t.Miiun. ne carried a stupendous cant!,
twisted into as many convolutions as tho ser
pent ol the Laocoon.
But in what language shall I describe Eve
line? Neither the pencil nor the pen could do
her charms even imperfect justice.
44 This way, ladies." exclaimed the Count,
with an apparent affectation of broken English,
and a foreign accent 44 here is tho apartment
of our grundc artiste, By gar, he is not quite
equal to Monsieur Isahey, who painted my like
ness at Paris, but he promise, very well."
44 So, my rival," muttered Singleton, who, in
his apathy, did not even turn to see who were
his visitors. "I should like lo burke him, the
black-whiskered rascal!"
44 Voila, madame!"said the Count, addressing
Mrs. Gray. 44 What say you to dat portrait,
ha?"
44 Ah! Count," replied the lady, "it dors you
mi sun oi justice, it is a mere caricature is
it not, Eveline?"
4 It is, indeed," returned the young lady thus
accosted; adding in a lower tone, 44 a carrica
ture of humanity, hut at the same time a flatter
ed likeness of tho original."
The Count looked perplexed. ,; Does she
mean that for a sneer," thought he to himself.
44 What does slio say madame?"
4 She says it can hardly he called a flattered
likeness," said the matron, swallowing the lib;
and then turning to the daughter, she rejoined
--44 Fie, EvolinoP'-.
44 Ah, Mademoiselle, strop gracieus" said
the Count, wi h a grim smile.
In the meantime, Harry Had started at the
well known sound of Eveline's voire "Is it
possible;" he exclaimed, in a whisper; 44 was it
not she who spoke?"
Nor was Eveline less curious to discover who
the young artist might be, who was manifesting
such a cavalier indifference to the presence of
his visitors. 44 It can be no other," said she,
timidly approaching, so as to gain a view of his
face. 44 It is he!"
An exclamation of surprize escaped her, but
the Count and her mother were too intent upon
examining the pictures, to jjbserve her move
ments. Harry had started forward and taken
the proffered hand of Eveline, and pressed it to
his lips.
" Do we indeed meet again," she began, "and
under circumstances so singular?"
44 Eveline! This recognition is indeed kind.
Eveline"
But here the keen ears of Mrs. Gray caught
the sound of his voice, and coming forward, in
all the dignity of starched musl.n and rustling
satin, she turned upon poor Harry and said:
44 Eoelin?, indeed! What insolence! And
she suffers him to hold her hand! So! bur old
acquaintance, Mr. Singleton! This presump
tion, sir, is ungentlemanly after what has passed
betwee'n vou and mv daughter. And vou, Mis
Dignity, should be ashamed of yot rself, to en
courage such attentions from a pauper."
44 A pauper, Madame!" exclaimed Eveline,
her cheeks flushing, her eves kindling, and her
whole frame dilating with indignation, as if, like
Coriolahus, her heart were not big enough for
the passion which had entered it "a pauper!
Say no more, lest I forget I am your daughter,
and remember only my affection for" but here
a flood of tears came to her relief, and she sank
upon Singleton's shoulder,
"Like the weak Pythian when her god has left her."
"All! that look that half-spoken sentence
have more than repaid me, whispered Harry,
44 for the contumely cast upon me and checked
the retort that was quivering upon my lips."
44 Oh, I shall burst with rage," exclaimed the
anxious mother; 44 my poor nerves!"
"Madame, s' il vous plait, exposez this mys
tery," said Mareschino.
44 It is the young man I told you of," replied
Mrs. Gray ''he who was atone time engaged
to Eveline. Mercy upon me! He is kissing
her hand again, and see how they are whisper
ing. There is treason going on. Itisnowtime
for you, Count, to interfere."
44 Never fear for me, madame. I will vat
you call it pulverize him with one of my ter
rible frowns, by gar!"
Hereupon the redoubtable Count approached
our friend Harry, and striking his colossus-like
cane upon the floor, began: " Voting man sare!"
44 Well, sarc, what is it?" said Harry, disen
gaging the fair arm, which would have detained
him, and advancing so close upon the toes of
Mareschino, that the latter receded several pa
ces, not without betraying that his corns had
been somewhat rudely pressed.
44 Sacr-r-re! Permitiez-uioi,' said the Count,
who was evidently more at a loss for his French
than his English word 44 let me tell you, sare,
you make too dem free with that demoiselle,
who is uffiancce by her parents, to myself."
44 Well, sir, what have, you to say against it?"
14 Ahem! Sare, I have to say that I sail I
sail V
44 Well, sir, you sail what?"
44 Sail not pay you for your dem picture, sare."
44 Oh, is that all?" retorted Harry, bethinking
himself of one of Joe Miller's pleasantries. 44 It
is no sort of consequence. I can dispose of
the portrait elsewhere. Mr. Saint John of the
Museum wants a likeness taken of his onrang
otttang. It will not cost mo much trouble to
paint itt thtj tail."
44 By ga, I shall demand one grand satisfac
tion, sare," said Mareschino. 44 Expt-ctez-moi,
and tremble! Allans, madame, sail we go?"
44 Come along Aliss8 Obstinacy no last
words," said the prudent Mrs. Gray, to the fair
culprit, who seemed hesitating between disgust
for rlie Count, and love for the young artist.
44 Grant me but one word with her," exclaim
ed Singleton, regaining Eveline's hand. 41 It
shall he spoken loud enough for all of you to
hear."
44 On that condition, I do not object," replied
Mrs. Gray,
The diffident young man drew the fair Eve
line towards him, and implanted upon her lips
a kiss, that resounded through the apartment.
44 Farewell, Eveline!"
44 Farewell!"
Riir.r.r-r-rrt"
44 Impertinence! You shall be locked up in
your chamber for this, miss!"
(to bf. continued.)
A wronged creditor, a neglected wife, a slan
dered neighbor, and a guilty conscience, are
four things which give great pain.
Nearly eighteen hundred thousand pounds
of black pepper are consumed in the United
States yearly.
Borrowing. 'My dur,' said .Mrs. Gfuti,
to her husband one inorni-ig, "the meal which
we borrowed from Mr. Black a few days ago
is almost out, and we inu.-t bake to-motrow.' ,
4 Well,' said her husbiitfd, 'send ami borrow
half a bushel at lilr.-. White's?: ho sent lo nftH
yelerday.!
'And when it comes shall we return the. peck
we burrowed more than a month ago, front wid
ow Grey I
4N,' said the husband, grjifily. '.he..can1)ifi)il
for it when she wants it. Jnfm do you goilfcjwu
tt) Mr. Brown's and as-k him to lend me Wis
axf", to chop .-onto wood this forenoon; ouf's is
dull, and I saw him grind his last night. And
James, do vou go to Mr. Clark's and :ts.k. him
to lenu me a hammer: ami, do yn heart you
may as well borrow a few naiU while you. are
about it.'
A little boy fitters and rays, Father sent
hie to ask if you had done with hts, hue, which
yon borrowed a, week, ago, last Wednesday: he
wants to use it.'
'Wants his hoe," hild? What ca fee W- it
with it? 1 have not dotfc ui'h it i
he wants it. 1 suppose he iut lta !
him to send n back, ihwugh. as soon a 1. n
spare it.' '
They sat down to brsikfast, 'meriB X
claims Mrs. Green, 'there is. iml.a partid of
butter in the house. J mies, run uxei fir Mrs
Notable'.-: she aiwsits ha- exceHetti fawner in
" 1 , f 1 if
her dairy, and ask her to lend me.a, ufrrc-lut,'
After a few minutes James reUgrtt; Mrs to
table says she. has seni you the. Hurtar. bin. begs
you to remember, that she has already lent' vou
nineteen plates full, which are scored on the
dairy door.'
'Nineteen plates full! exclaimed the aston
ed Mrs. Green, holding tipbo-h hards, 'it is no
such thing I never had half the quantity: and
if I had, what a little platrlul !, I should never
think of keeping an act-mint of such a tnrliwg af
fair ; I declare. I have a great mind never to bor
row any thing of that mean creature again, as
long as I live.
DlSCRF.TION THE BETTKR PART OF VALOR;
Mr. Smith you have insulted me! . ,
Have 1?
Have vou! es vou have.
Possible? '
Yes possible! Here's a brace jf ptsi'ob,
sir, choose one, and name your disafre,- ,t ,
Humph! well, reckon this oim wilrhtoW
pretty smart.
Well, sir, name your distance. V-,J; "
0, must I name the distance? ?
Surely sir. .
Well let me see humph yes- -$v- 4
Be quick sir.
The distance, must be let me see.
How much sir? ,-f
Well reckon" a mile will do. Richmond
Star.
Lucicy Escape. A young girl,
while crossing a railroad somewhere
in England, was hit hy a snowball
m the face, and tell between the rails.
Twentyfive laden coal wag.ms passed
over her and did not injure her. We
remember a similar incident on the
Columbia railroa.I, near the Paoli.
A black man slipped and fell wMle
running before the engine, and the
whole train went over him. As soon
as the last car passed, Ire jumped to
his feet, and. sang out lustily "Eh !
locomoky can't kill dis nigger."
Georgian.
Valuable Population. The cog
population .of the United States- f&.vs
timated at abmit two millions, and the
expense of keeping them at upwards
of$10,000,000,
Early Rising. --Some people lwtva an iua
that early rNing is better limn late rii, i
is a false idea altogether. Early srijuu pR-s
color into the cheek, to be -urp, w$ ;eht?rtH"iry
into the step. But what of that l ttM&
you strong, beautiful, and nfcsy rheefetdt u
gives you many yeatg t li. But fur ait ha'l
early rising is decitU rily ulgar iiterfeame!--
and only suited to ilie common ptiopfc wh
have to earn their meals before they oat them.
We like to see people lie abed till ton o'clock,
jU least especially the women. We admire it
woman who sleeps till ten, and then gets up
with a pale face and fevered pulse it looks
so hexi genteel!
NoTHt.vc to do. A man is supposed to he
tolerably well occupied, uhon he has a wife, on
one ar,m, a baby on the other, carrying a Jn
ket and a cane m his hand, a cigar in his moitih,
and his hopeful heir holding on to thekms of
hia coat. . .