The whole art of Government consists in the art of being honest. Jefferson.
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Even i sis;.
nV A. SXODGRASS.
Milil as the smiling infant's sleep,
Sill! as ihe raven's dusky winy,
The s-hades of Evening o'er me creep,
And round iheir noiseless cunains fling.
At Day's long hours I murmur not,
Nor sigh to view the dark-browed Night!
Each has its office each its lot
Of sorrowing care and pure delight.
Among the crowds who woo ihe Day,
Filling with noise the bustling street,
1 bear a spirit free and gay,
And move along on busy feet.
31 y heart with worldly hearts may beat ;
My soul with worldly souls combine ;
Mv eves the fruits of Labor reet
My voice with laughing voices join.
Yel may I not, 0 Nature! e'er,
My diH' to my kind forget,
Dry up to Wo the pitying tear,
And 'gainst high Truth my bosom set.
The simple worldling is a slave,
Doomed by himself lo chains and wo;
Whose life from childhood to the grave,
Is not e'en worth the gambler's throw.
'Tis in the holy sympathies
Of virtuous souls wiih virtuous deeds,
Where dwell the best of human bliss
And choicest flowers from Life's dull weeds.)
And when sinks down the Evening sun,
And rise the golden stars above,
My lingering hours of labor done
I jo where purer pleasures more.
Beside the tranquil Evening fire,
Amid the calm delights of home,
Communing hearts my heart inspire
With hope of blessed days lo come.
The thoughts of ancient sages there
From houored books, I treasure well ;
Ani from the Poet's fancies rare,
Build me a bliss. surrounded cell.
But ah ! too oft the bitter thought
Of Man's injustice to his kind
Of woes by traitorous Cunning wrought,
Comes blighting o'er my sorrowing mind.
The Penury by Weahh condemned
The patient Virtue suffering wrong;
Tke Innocence by Guilt in hemmed;
The Honor stained by Slander's tongue.
Too oft will partial judgment strike
M Innocence, and crush or wound ;
Too oft is honest Truth alike
IVith cunning Falsehood scourged and bound.
0 .his should leach the human heart,
Bre it condemn to pity Wrong,
And ralher act the Saviour's part,
Than strike because its arm is sirong.
And we may hope Time's blessed light
May yel the human hean illume,
TV set ihe wavering judgment right,
And ease the fearful pangs of doom.
Thus round our Evening fires may we
As we put off our daily strife,
Feel for the world's sad misery.
And learn the better paihs of life.
A gentleman who recently arrived al Mobile
from the North, being asked how it happened
hat he was there three days ahead of ihe mail,
gravely replied that he had " got out of the stage
and walked."
The Bcath off Buroc.
BV J. T. HEADLEY.
Napoleon's greatest misfortune, that which
wounded him deepest, was the death of his
friend Duroc. As he made a last effort to break
he enemy's ranks, and rode again to the ad
vanced posts to direct the movements of his ar
my, one of his escort was suddenly struck dead
by his side. Turning to Duroc, he said " Du
roc, fate is determined to have one of us to
day." Soon after, as he was riding with his
suite in a rapid trot along the road, a cannon
ball smote a tree beside him, and glancing
truck Gen. Kirgener dead, and tore out the en
trails of Duroc. Napoleon was ahead at ihe
time, and his suite?, four abreast, behind him.
The cloud of dust their rapid movements raised
around them, prevented him from knowing at
first who was struck. But when it was told
him that Kirgener was killed and Duroc wound
ed, he dismounted and gazed long and sternly
on the battery from which the shot had been
fired ; then turned lo the cottage into which the
wounded marshal riad been carried.
Duroc was grand marshal of the palace and
a bosom friend of the Emperor. Of a noble
and generous characier, of unshaken integrity
and patriotism, and firm as steel in the hour of
danger, he was beloved by all who knew him.
There was a gentleness about him and purity
of feeling the life of a camp could never destroy.
Napoleon loved him for through all the chan
ges of his tumultuous life, he had ever found
his affection and truth the same and ii was
with an anxious heart and sad countenance he
entered the lowly cottage where he lay. His
eyes were filled wiih tears as he asked if there
was hope. When told lhat there was none, he!
advanced to the bedside without saving a word.
j The dying marshal seized him by the hand and
I said, " My whole life has been consecrated to
your service, and now my only regret is, that I
can no longer be useful to you." "Duroc
replied Napoleon, with a voice choked with
grief, "there is another life there you. will await
me, and we shall meet again " " Yes, sir," re
plied the fainting sttfierer, " but thirty years
shall first pass away, when you will have tri-1
umphed over your enemies, and realized all the j
; hopes of our country. I have endeavored to !
j be an honest man ; J have nothing wiih which
to reproach myself." He then added, with fal-
tering voice, " I have a daughter your Majesty
will be a father to her." Napoleon grasped his
right hand and sitting down by the bedside, and
J leaning his head on his left hand, remained
with closed eyes a quarter of an hour in pro
found silence. Duroc first spoko. Seeing how
deeply Bonaparte was moved, he exclaimed,
" Ah ! sire, leave me; this spectacle pains you"
The stricken Emperor rose, and leaning on the
arms of his equery and Marshal Soult, he left
the apartment, saying, in heart breaking tones,
as he went, " Farewell, then my friend .'"
The hot pursuit he had directed a moment
before was forgotten victories, trophies, pris
oners and all, sunk into tnier worthlessness,
and as ai the battle of Aspern when Lannes was
brought to him mortally wounded, he forgoi
even his army, and the great interests at stake.
He ordered his tent 10 be pitched near the cot
tage in which his friend was dying, and enter
ing it, passed the night all alone in inconsola
ble grief. The Imperial Guard formed iheir
protecting squares, as usual, around him, and
the fierce tumuli of baitle gave way to one "of
the most touching scenes in history. Twilight
was deepening over the field, and the heavy
tread of the ranks going to iheir bivouacs, ihe
low rumbling of artillery wagons in the dis
tance, and all the subdued, yel confused sounds
of a mighly host about sinking to repose, rose
on the evening air, imparting still greater so
lemnity to ihe hour. Napoleon, with his greai
coat wrapped about him, his elbows on his
knees, and his forehead resting on his hands,
sal apart from all, buried in ihe profoundest
melancholy. Hi8 mosi intimate friends dare
not approach him ; and his favorite officers stood
in groups at a distance, gazing anxiously on
that sileni lent. But immense consequences
were hanging on the movements of the next
morning a powerful enemy was near, with
their array yet unbroken ; and they at length
ventured to approach and ask for orders. Bui
the broken-hearted chieftain only shook his
head, exclaiming, "Every thing tomorrow!"
and still kept his mournful attitude. Oh, how
overwhelming was the grief lhat could so mas
ter lhat stern heart! The magnificent specta
cle of the day that had passed, the gloiious vie
tory he had won, were remembered no more,
and he saw only his dying friend before him.
No sobs escaped him : but silent and motion
less he sat, his pallid face buried in his hands,
and his noble heart wrung with agony. Dark
ness drew her curtain over the scene, and the
stars came out one after another upon the sky,
and at length, the moon rose above the hills,
bathing in her soft beams the tented host, while
the flames from burning villages in the distance
shed a lurid liht through the gloom, and all
was sad, mournful, yet sublime. There was a
dark cottage wiih the seriiiriels at the door in
which Duroc lay dying, and there, too, was the
solitary tent of Napoleon, and within, the bow
ed form of the Emperor. Around it, at a dis
tance, stood the squares of the Old Guard, and
nearer by, a silent group of chieftains, and over
all lay the moon-light. These brave soldiers,
filled wiih grief to see their beloved chief borne
down with such sorrow, siood for a long time
sileni and tearful. At length, to break the
mournful silence and to express the sympathy
they might not speak, the bands struck a requi
em for the dying marshal. The melancholy
straijis arose and fell in prolonged echoes over
the field, and swept in softened cadences on
ihe ear of the fainting warrior ; bul still Napo
leon moved not. They then changed the meas
ure to a triumphant strain, and the thrilling
trumpets breathed forth the mosi joyful notes,
till the heavens rung wiih melody. Such bursts
of music had welcomed Napoleon as he return- j
ed flushed with victory, till his eyes kindled in
exultation ; but now they fell on a dull and list-
less ear. It ceased at:d again the mournful
requiem filled all the air. But nothing could
arouse him from his agonizing reflections ; his
i friend lay dying, and the heart he loved more
than his life, was throbbing its last pulsations.
" What a (heme for a painter, and what a eu-
logy on Napoleon was thai scene. That noble
heart, which the enmity of the world could not
shake no: the terrors of a battle-field move
from its calm repose nor even she. hatred and
insults of his, at last, victorious enemies hum-
ble here sunk in the moment of victory before
the tide of affection. What military chieftain
ever mourned thus on the field of victory, and
what soldier ever loved a leader so 1"
The editor of the Bosion Chronoiype has
the right idea with regard lo a " Milch in time."
Hear him:
" Show me the wife that's on the waich
For every little rem or scratch,
And cures it wiih a timely paich, " . i
Before you know it ;
She is a woman fit to match,
A lord or poet."
'Mi
IoS!sa52g British.
A yankee, boasting an inveterate haired of
every thing British, is living in a house in the
city, wiih a colonist family. He takes every
opportunity to have a slap at brother Bull, and
the colonist does what he can to defend the
venerable gentleman.
"You are arguing," said the colonist, "against
"No, I am not."
"Who was your faiher?"
si .,,1 .
I t A
"A
Yankee."
'Who
were your forefathers
" Yankees."
"Who were Adam and Eve?".
"Yankees, by thunder!"
"Boss, I want twenty-five cents:"
"Twenty-five cents! How soon do you want
it, Jake ?"
"Next Thursdav."
"As soon as lhat! You cant have it, I have
told you often that when you are in want of so
large a sum of money you must give me at least
four weeks notice."
An Irishman and a Yankee met at a tavern.
and there was but one bed for them. On re
tiring the Yankee said he did not care which
side of the bed he took. " Then," said Pal,
you may lake the under side "
Why is Santa Anna like;a bawling; cow I
Because he lost his calf,
I
BY REQUEST.
Thanksgiving Day was very generally ob
served in Philadelphia. Most of the places of
public worship were opened and were well at
tended, a large proportion of the stores were
closed, and business was, m all its main fea
tures, suspended. Seventeen States in all
joined in ihe observance. Hereafter we trust
that the President will deem it right to recom
mend one day in each year for General Thanks
giving throughout the Union. By a pleasing
coincidence, Thursday, Nov. 26ih, 1789, just
57 years ago, was kept as a day of National
Thanksgiving, under a Proclamation issued by
Gen. Washington, as will be seen bv-the fol
lowing :
By the President of the U. S. of America
A Proclamation. Whereas, it is Iheduty of
all nations to acknowledge the Providence of
Almighty God, to obey his will, to bo grateful
for his benefits, and humbly implore his pro
tection and favor; dhd whereas both Houses of
Congress have, by their Joint Committee, re
quested me to recommend to the United Stales
a day of public Thanksgiving and Prayer lo
be observed by acknowledging with grateful
hearts, the many and signal favors of Almighty
God, especially by affording them an opportu
nity of peaceably establishing a form of Gov
ernment for their safety and happiness: Now,
therefore, I do recommend and assign Thurs
day, ihe twenty sixth day of November next, to
be devoted by the People of these Slates, to the
service of the great and glorious Being who is
the benificent Author of all the good that was,
lhat is, that will be. Thai we then all uniie in
rendering unto Him our sincere and humble
thanks for his kind care and protection of the
People of this country previous to its becoming
a nation, for the signal and manifold providence
in the course and conclusion of ihe lale war;
for the great degree of tranquility, union and.
plenty which we have since enjoyed ; for ihe
peaceable and rational manner in which we
have been enabled to establish Constitutions of
Svernmeni ior our saie.y anu nappiness, and
! l)ar,icu!ary lhe naiioiial one more lately insti-
r"- r . i i .
j luted; lor civil and religious hbertv with which
we are blessed, and ihe means we have of ac
quiring and diffusing useful knowledge, and in
general for all the great and various favors
which He has been pleased to confer upon us.
And also that we may then unite in most hum
bly offering our prayers and supplications to
the great Lord and Ruler of nations, and be
seech Him to pardon our other transgressions;
to enable us all. whether in public or private
stations, to perform our several and national
duties, properly and prudently; to render our!
national government a blessing to all people, by
constantly being a government of wise, just,
nun ct 71 111 inriQ I lnutcr rl J an rd 1 1 tr nw i r.,Mi,r..i-
ly executed and obeyed ; to protect and guide
all sovereigns and nations, (especially such as
have shown kindness unto us,) and bless them
i with good government, peace and concord; to
promote the knowledge of true religion and vir
tue, and the increase of science amongst us ;
and generally to grant unto all mankind uch
a degree of temporal prosperity as He alone
knows lo be best.
Given under my hand, al the city of New
York, the 3d day of October, in ihe
year of our Lord one thousand seven
hundred and eighty nine.
GEORGE WASHINGTON.
"DowJr," on Bandies.
There are few preachers in ihe land whose
sermons are so full of pith, point, popper, and
pungeni, as those of 'Dow Jr. of ihe New York
Sunday Mercury. See how he dresses down
a certain class of lazy, loaferish, cut-wasp dan
dies who may bo found in many of our villages
as thick as flies ir. dog days, or toads ufier a
summer shower:
" Now you that was cut out for a man, bul
was so villainously spoiled in making up, I'll
attend to your case. For what end did you
break open the world's door, and rush in un
called, like a man chased by a mad bull. What
good do you expect to bestow on your fellow
men ? Some useful invention, some great dis
covery or even one solitary remark ? No !
those, that look for any good from you, will be
just as badly fooled as the man who caught a
sHumk and thought il was a kitten, or the wo
man who made greens out of-gunpowder lea.
You know whero the neatest, tightest pains,
wiih the strongest straps can be got 'on iick
but you don'l know where the next useful lec
ture will be delivered. You know the color of
a vest, but never studied the gorgeous hues it
the rainbow, unless il was to wish for a piece
to make a cravat, you know how a fuol feels m
full dress but you don't know how a man feels
when hd eats the bread earned by the sweat of
his brow ; you know how a monkey looks, for
you sec one every day twenty limos in your
landlady's looking glass, bul you don't know
how a man feels after doing a good ac'io.i; vmi
don't go where ihai sight is to be seen. Oh!
wasp waisted, caitish-moulhed baboon-shouldered,
clapper-legged goose-eyed, sheep-Oiced
bewiskered drone in the worlds bee-hive 1
What are you good for ? Nothing but to cheat
your lailor, neatly lisp by roto a line from soma
milk and cider poelasier, sentimentally talk,
love to eat oysters and act the fool shamefully
I say does your mother know you're out? I
am afraid you have no mother, nor never had.
You are of no more use in this wotld than ;t
time-piece in a beaver dam, or a mnira m a
hog pen. You fill no larger space in ihe world'
eye than the toe nail of a Musquiioe would in.
a market house, or a stumped tailed dog in h If
out of door; you arc as little thought of as ihe
fellow who knocked his grandmother's last tooih
down her ihroat, and as for your brains, ten
thousand such could be preserved in a drop of
brandy, and have as much sea mum as a lad
pole in Lake Superior and as for your idea,
you have bul one (and thai is stamped on vour
leaden skull an inch deep) lhat tailors and fe
males were made to be gulled by you, and lhat
you think decent people envy your appearance!
Poor useless tobacco worm! You are decided
ly a hard case !
Is it Hi gill.
"I hate thai man."
" Why do you hate him ?
Did he tver jii'
jure you in characier or in person
" No, but I don'i fancy him."
" Do you know him ?"
" No, neither do I want to'
That is just ihe way of ihe world.
AW '
4 '
A- stran-
ger passes by and we form an opinion of him:
if favorable, when an opportunity presents, we"
speak to him, draw him into conversation, and
finally become his friend. If unfavorable; we
avoid him. If he asks us a question, we an
swer by a quick monosyllable, and have no de
sire to seek his acquaintance. Is this rightj
just or honest ? There are scores of men we
dislike, because we are noi acquainted with
j their characters, and by the dislike we have of
,hem' seek n0 opportunities of an acquaintance.
Snch a course is ""gentlemanly, unchristian,
arid savasc.
It is not the looks nor the general appear
ance of ihe person that makes the heari good
or bad. The plainest man we know of posses
ses the heari we ever became acquainted with.
The homeliest woman of our acquaintance is
the most affectionate, kind and amiable of her
sex. At first sight you would turn away from
these excellent persons, not dreaming that the
outward appearance is not an index of the1
heart. In future, we trust you will be governed
more by truth and justice, and noi condemn
and hale one you do not know, and against
whose character a word of reproach was never
lisped. The heart, and his alone, study and
when it is in the right place, do not for th
world make a remark, or manifest a spirit that
will pain it to its centre. .
Western Intelligence
A small specimen of the intelligence of flW
children of Burlington, Iowa. A lady asked
one of her sabbath-school scholars how Felix
felt when Paul reasoned of rigliieouMte., tem
perance and judgment to conn.1? "Fust rale,''
replied the child. At another time the question
was, God formed man out of the dut of ihe
earth, of what did he make woman 1 Out of
the jaw bone oj un ass" was ihe reply.
A living skeleton is being exhibited in Bos
ton. He had?his Quarters mp.r an ealinw hmme
t 1 - rt 1
but- was obliged lo remove, as tha smell of ihe
soup fattened him too much.
Why were ihe thirteen original Stales like
Adam and Eve ? Because theywere bound lo
increase and multiply. ;- - r .