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VOL. 10.
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The Dawn cf K.ovc.
A maiden stood,
ln thoughtful mood,
, . lieside a mountain stream;
Her heart went pit, and then went pat,
So strangely you would reason that
. She must be in a dream.
IT",'
5' . "
' And at her side,
In manly pride,
A youth was whispering low;
.Jlis heart went pat, and then went pit,
So strangely you would think that it
Could never flutter so
: . . A willing ear,
j . A trickling tear,
-. Was all the maiden gave;
While hearts went pit, and then went pat,
So strangly you would reason that
The subject must be grave.
V
boy
An instant more,
All doubt was o'er.
A voice from Heaven above
Had soothed each pitting, patting heart,
Declared they never more should part,
And was the Pawn of love
' : ICFOne of the fc'boys indites the following to
nislady-love:
And wlien the reverend sir shall say,
"My son take thou this daughter !"
I'd answer him in fearless tone,
" I shan't do nothin' shorter !" ,-
i4Will you my son support and nourish
This flower I give to thee !"
I'd give my white kid gloves a flourish.
And answer, "Yes Sir-ee!"
Taking Toll.
The St. Louis Reveille is publishing a tale, pur
porting to give some adventures in the life of a
young physician, from which we take the follow
ing extract:
A snow had fallen, the young folks of the vil
lage got up a grand sleighing party to a country
tavern at some distance; and the interesting Wid
ow Lambkin sat in the same sleigh, under the
same buffalo robe with myself.
" Oh, oh don't" she exclaimed, as we came to
the first bridge, catching me by the arm, and turn
ingher veiled face towards me, while her little
eyes twinkled through the gauze in the moon
light.
"Don't what?" Lasked, " l'm.not doing any
thing.". , ,
44 Well, but I thought you , were going to take
toll," replied Mrs. Lambkin.
Toll !" I rejoined, 45 what's that !"
41 Now, do tell!" exclaimed the window, her
clear laugh ringing above the music of the bells.
44 Dr. Mellows pretends that he don't know what
toll is !"
" Indeed, I don't then," I said laughing in turn
" Don't know that the gentlemen when they go
a sleighing, claim a kiss as toll when they cross a
bridge ! Well, 1 never !"
But shall I tell it all! .The struggles of the
widow to hold the veil were not sufficient jto, tear
it, and somehow, when the veil wa3 removed, her
-face was turned directly towards my own, and the
snow glistening in the moonlight, and the horse
trotting on oMiimself, the toll was taken for the
first time in the life of Dr. Mellows.
Soon we came to a long bridge, but the widow
said it ' was no use to resist,' and she paid up as
soon as we reached it.
" JBut you won't take toll of every span, will
you docter she asked, to which the only reply
was, a practical .negative to the question.
Did you erer, reader, sleigh-ride with a widow,
arid 'take toll at the bridges ! .
Self-Lighting Cigars.
t A patent lias been taken out in England, by d Mr.t
Jarvis Palmer, of Camberwell, in the county of
Surry, for the -following way of making self-ignM
ting .cigars without any offensive odor: Take 18
parts, by weight, of charcoal, 32 parts, ofsaltpru
nolla, 8 parts of Yehitian red, 10 parts cascarilla
bark, 1 part of oxymuriatic ot potash and 14 parts
,of water. In which is .dissolved some gum arable,
orjglae will answer,. When .this is in a. fluid state
ground pine splinters are dippecUwo or three .times
in it, when they are dried, and the dipped- parts
are then brokenoffand inse'rteddn the finds of the
cigar. The cigars thus furnished are lighted by
simply rubbing this nib against 'any suitable sub
stance, sueh as hard wall.
Nature ha6 triumphed ! Prejudices against color
have given way, and red whiskers are fashionable!
From the Ladies National Magazine.
A Shadowed Picture.
BV T, S.ARTHUR
lorn! Whv dn
Mrs. Telford, in a fretful voice, speaking to a
ooy aoout len years old, who had balanced a
chair on one of Us legs, and was twirling it
around io the imminent danger of the baby,
wuu was sluing on tne noor. " Here" and
she caught hold of him with no light grip
-just marcn put ot ihe roomand try and
amuse youreell somewhere else !" Suiting
me acuon to me word, she thrust him out of
ihe door in no very gentle manner.
A storm, ever, if it comes up suddenly does
not subside instantly into silence and bright
sunshine. It mutters and sobs, and sighs itself
away, ao u was with Mrs. Telford.
4 Oh, dear !' she murmured, as she went
back to the seat she had left-' was there ever
such a boy ? I am worried out of all patience
Mr. Telford sat reading in ihe room. He
did not lift his eyes from the boo"k that was in
his hand ; nor appear to heed what was pass
ing. But every word his wife had uttered was
not only heard but felt.
I wish you would do something with that
y !' said Mrs. Telford. Drovoked at her hus
band's apparent lndlfTfirpnrp TIuta i nn
iving in the house with him.'
Mr. Telford did noUook up nor reply, and
tils Wile Was about rironeerlino- whn nvnr
umbled the baby, and bumn went its tender
head upon the hard floor.
Mercy?' uttered the mother, .catchinz up
he child that screamed lustily.
lur. 1 ellord shut his book,- and, tossing it
upon the shelf, came and stood by the side, of
hts wile, and examined the baby's head to see
the extent of damage. It was of no great ac-
count. Being satisfied of this, he resumed his
book, without having given utterance to a sin
gle word. This silence was perceived by
Mrs. Telford as a kind of rebuke, and it tended
to fret rather than calm her feelings. As the
baby ceased crying, she began murmuring
Why don't that girl come up and get the
baby ? I'm sure she's been long enough gone
to eat three dinners. But, that's just the way
with them ! They get together down there in
the dining-room, and gossip away an hour at
each meal time. I wish you'd ring that bell,
Mr. Telford.'
In giving the last sentence, there was.no
improvement in the amiability of the lady's
tone of voice.
The husband slowly and with a certain dig
nity of manner, went to the bell-rope and give
it a light pull. A few minutes passed, but the
summons was not answered.
.'I'll make her hear!' said Mrs. Telford im
patiently, rising hurriedly, and giving the rope
two or three heavy jerks that caused the ring
ing of the bell to be distinctly heard even in the
chamber where they sat. There was a rebuke
of Mr. Telford for havingdone his ringing work
so gently, in the voice of his wife, and he felt
it. But he said nothing. His feelings were
chafed, but he kept silence, for. he feared to
disturb his wife's temper beyond its present
excited slate.
The emphatic ring of ihe lady brought Polly
the nurse, from the dining room in a hurry.
4 It takes you a long time to gel through
your meals,' said Mrs. Telford, as Polly came
into the room. 1 Here ; take the baby.'
Mr. Telford moved restlessly in his chair
For about a minute a hammering sound had
been heard over head. This the lady now
perceived.
That Tom's at some mischief! I know
tust as well as that 1 m alive ! bo up stairs
Polly, and see what he is doing."
Not very amiable said.
Polly went off slowly, her manner showing
that she did not relish being hectored for no
other purpose than to gratify ihe lady's ill-hu
mor. The hammering soon ceased, but neither
Tom nor Polly made their appearance.
' I'd just like to know what that boy's been
doing !' said Mrs. Telford, who was nursing
her unhappy state of mind. I sent Polly to
learn what he was about, but, of course, Ishal
see no more of her. 1 never saw stlch crea
tures !'
Still ihe husband maintained a rigid silence'.
Polly !' cried Mrs. Telford, going to the
door a little while afterwards. 4 PoJIv !'
The girl answered from above.
" What did I send you up stairs for V
' To see what Tom was doing,' replied Polly,
appearing on the landing' just above her in-
censed mistress.
Then why didn't you come down and let
trie know V ' J a e -""
' He stopped when I came up
Slopped what ?' - ; .: '
Hammering.'
What was he hammering V , .
He was beating on the floor' ma'am.'
' I know he was, but what with V
The girl hesitated a moment, ands then re
plied
Wnh the towel stand;' ' -' '
' Js it possible ! Thai delicatVlittle maliog-any-tbwel'siaud
! 'And MS'brdkenall io pieces,
I suppose V .,-.0 . .:.'.-
' jo, ma'am. It isii?t hurt a great deal.'
How much is it hurt'.''
1 It? only bruised a little, and one foot
knocked off,'
' Goodness alive ! Now isn't that too-much? j
You Tom!'
Tom, though he heard distinctly enough; did
riot-feel particularly -anxious " ro hear.
-You Torn'! I say Ji screamed ' the angry
mother; ltVom? 1VV ' ' -J
Ma'am,' came a feeble voice1 from above.
Gome abhgddwif here !' ' '
Tom obeyed the 'summons, but with hogreal
alacrity.
Didn'i you know belter than io ureaK up inai
towel stand, you little villain V said Mrs. Tefl
ford, seizing hold ofTom With a grip that made
him cringe.
' I didn't break it up, mother,' replied the boy.
I Polly, here, says you did.'
I I only said he broke off one of the feet,' an
swered Polly, to this.
ft'sjustthe same. What good is it after
the feet are broken off, I would like io know ?'
A box along side of Tom's ear closed all con
troversy on the subject, and sent him bawling
away to the garret', 'where he was told to go
and not show himself till dark.
Without speaking a word Mr. Telford got up,
auu puuiug on nis nai leu tne nouse. it was
an idle afternoon with him, and he had intend
ed staying home to enjoy ihe society of his
wife. Bat her fretfulness. and want of self,
control drove him out. He did not go to a
tavern, for he had no fondness for the society
of persons who usually congregate in such pla
ces ; but he walked about until he was tired,
and then stepped into a public library"; where
he sat and read until sundown.
He did not find his wife in any better spir
its when he returned home. Her brows were
knit, and her lips compressed. One glance
sufficed for Mr. Telford. He suppressed a
sigh as he took a chair and lifted one of his
children upon his knee. The little thing was
fretting when he came in ; but a light came
into her sweet face as she saw her father, and
she nestled her head down upon his bosom
with undisguised satisfaction. There had been
no sunshine around her for hours, and her young
heart had been disturbed by clouds and storms.
We partake la a certain extent of the spirit of
those wiih whom we associate. So it was
with little Helen. Her mother's fretful temper
bad affected her. She too became peevish,
restless and dissatisfied. She quarreled with
her brothers, rummaged, her mother's work-ta
ble drawers, and did sundry other things, the
consequences of which werevisited upon her
in more than one case, during the afternoon in
punishment. At ihe lime her father appeared,
she was exhausted at the conflicts she had en
dured, both within and without, and sprang to
him with a feeling of relief and sense of safety.'
All ihis was a sad experience for a child, and
one, the memory of whicriv could never be
wholly effaced ; for the mind, more easily
affected by injuries than the body, retains im
pressions far longer. This fact few understand
or think about.
Hellen turned her wet eyes, with an appeal
ing look, to her father's face, and then quietly
slipping down from her chair, left the room.
An angry feeling smote across the bosom of
Mr, 1 elford. He loved Helen with more than
a common tenderness ; and this perhaps, be
cause she manifested more love for him than
any one of his children. -Words of sharp re
buke arose to his lips, but, wiih a strong effort, j
ne repressed them. His wife was not always
in ihis temper. She was not well, and pain
had weakened her nerves and made her fretful.
These reflections kept him silent. But his
sympathies went after Helen so strongly, that
he started from the table and followed her from
the room.
Indeed, pa,' sobbed the child, as he overtook
her in ihe passage, and, lifting her in ;his arms,
kissed her tenderly I didn't mean to do it.
My hand slipped.'
I know you didn't, love ; but never mind.
Don't cry.'And he drew her hand down upon
his breast, and carried her over' to the chamber
where she usually slept.
You didn't finish your supper,'-said the
father, as he sat down, slill holding the child
in his arms.
I aWt want anything to eat,' replied Helen.
Mr. Telford kissed her, and ssid
4 You must try and be a good girl, and not
do anything to make your mother unhappy.'
'1 do try,' answered ihe child, who had
grown calm. Bui I'm naughty sometimes,
i won't be naughty any more. But rnamma
scolds me so much. ICaty Lane's mother never
scolds her. When I was at Mrs. Lane's yes
terday, Katy let her cup fall on the floor and
broke it all io pieces. But her mother didn't
scold a bit. She said she was sorry, and that
Katy must be niore careful.'
There was an auditor to this conversation
unperceived by either of the parties engaged
in it. The sudden withdraws! of her husband
from the supper table startled Mrs. Telford.
Her mind was thrown into a whirl of excite
ment. She felt the act as one of stern rebuke.
Scarcely had Mr. Telford retired when she
arose from the table. Quickly following, she
came to the door of the chamber where her
husband had gone, just as little Heleu said
'mamma scolds me so much,' and heard dis
tinctly the whole sentence that followed.
than a scratch. Tom soon awoke, and aftef
his face was washed, looked about as well as
ever, and judging from the way he eat his sup
per, had sustained no serious injury, . j
As to whai passed between the husband and
wife when they found themselves alone, afier
that eventful day, we acknowledge a total Sg
norance. We do not know whether ihe slight
est allusion was made to the occurrences we
have detailed ; but we do know that Mrs. Tel
ford never scolded so much afterward, greatly
.to ihe relief and comfort of the family. '
Uses of Water
How common, and yet how beautiful and 'how
pure is a drop of water I See it as it issues from
the rock to supply the spring and streams below.
See how its meanderings through the plains, and
its torrents over the cliffs, add to the richness and
the beauty of the landscape. Look into a factory
standing by a waterfall, in which every drop is
faithful to perform its part, and hear the groaning
and rustling of the wheels, the clattering of shuttles
and the buzz of spindles, which under the direc
tion of their fair attendants, are supplying myriads
of fair purchasers with fabrics from the cotton
plant, the sheep apd the silk worm.
Is any one so stupid as not to admire the spleir
dor of the rainbow, or so ignorant as not to know
that it is produced by drops of water as they
break away from the clouds which had confined
them and are making a quick visit to our earth
to renew its verdure and increase its animation!
How useful is the gentle dew in its nightly visits,
to allay the scorching heat of a summer's sun
And the autumn's frost, how beautifully it bedecks
the trees, the shrubs and the grass; though it
strips them of their summer's vendure, and warns
them that they must soon receive the buffetings
of the winter's tempest ! This is but water, which
has given up its transparency for its beautiful
whiteness and its elegant crystals. The snow
too vhat is that but these same pure drops
thrown into crystals by winter's icey hand ? and?
does not the first summer's sun return them "to
the same liquid drops !
The majestic river, and the boundless ocean
what are they Are they not made of drops of
' But you know, Helen,' replied the father, ! water! How the river steadily pursues its course
ihat your mother doesn't feel well.'
' Does scolding make her better V asked the
it
1 Where's Tom!' asked Mr. Telford, ad- child, in a changed and curious voice.
dressing Helen, but before she had time to re- This was rather a difficult question to an-
ply, his wife said swer under ihe circumstances.
4 I've sent him off to bed. The child has ' No I don't suppose it does,' replied Mr.
seemed possessed all day, and has almost wor- Telford, wiih some reluctance in his voice,
ried the life oui of me." ' Then why does she scold so much ?'
Mr. Telford did not inquire as to the particu- Because you worry her so, dear.'
lar crime of which Tom had been guiliv, for ' No I don't. Mrs. Lane doesn't sotild Katy;
that would only lead his wife to say a good and she's sick sometimes. Her head ached
deal on the subject of the child's faults, and his yesterday, but she didn't scold a bit. I wish
ears were eager for more pleasant sounds. So mamma wouldn't scold so. Wont you tell her
he kept silence. not to scold, papa V
When supper was announced all but unlucky ' Let's talk about something else, dear.' said
Tom appeared In ihe dining room. Somehow Mr. Telfor,d. Wouldn't you like to go to Fair-
or other, a scolding fretful mistress, usually has mont to-morrow afternoon V
careless and neglectful servants. Whether ' Oh, yes ! Can I go V eagerly responded
this peculiar temper makes them so, or wheih- 'he child,
er they are seni as a judgment we will not take Yes. You shall go !'
upon ourselves io say. We simply make the ' And can Tom and .Hettyfgo too !'
observation. With such domestics Mrs. Tel- Yes.'
fprd was blessed. The family drew around 4 Cant Tom have some supper V asked the
the table, and Mr. Telford was in the act of child. 4 Mamma sent him io bed, and he didn't
helping one of ihe childfen when his wife ex- do nothing but fall back over a chair.'
claimed. 4 I'm afraid Tom hasn't been a good boy.'
4 There it is again !' and the table-bell was N 4 Oh, yes he has !'
jingled vigorously. 4 No teaspoons, as usual!' 4 If he'd been good mamma wouldn't have
greeted the ears of the domestic who answered sent him to bed.
the summons. 4 Now don't let me have to 4 He only fell over a chair ; and he hurt his
speak about this again.' head, loo. And mamma said he was a little
The spoons were brought and the servant re- vilhain, and boxed his ears and sent him io bed.
tired ; but she had scarcely closed the door ere All this Mrs. Telford heard, and with sobered
the bell was rung again. feelings, li was true, just what ihe child al-
4 Just look at that sugar bowl! exclaimed leged. iommhis restlessness had climbed upon
Mrs. Telford, exhibiiing the vessel she men- the back of a chair, and, losing his balance, had
liuned. It was empty. fallen over at the feet of his mother, who, hav-
The girl took the sugar bowl with no very ing already lost all patience, on the impulse of
amiable gesture, and in her own time sripplied the moment boxed his ears and sent him off to
ihe deficiency. ' - bed, muttering to herself as he left the room
4 You'd have better staid all night,' said Mrs. 4 1 hope I'll have a little peace now !' j
Telford, when tho sugar bowl at length ap- Poor Mrs. Telford! She had not felt well
peared, all day. Her nerves were in an excitable con-
4 I came as quick as I could,' was replied in union, and vibrated at the sligniest toucn.
ah insulting tone. This state had been increased through want ol
Ai this the lady fired up and gave utterance any attempt at self-government, and the sum-
to a pretty sharp rebuke ; which the domestic moning of kind and deliberate feelings to her
received with sundry mutlerings of discontent aid. Every little thing was felt as an annoy-
and then withdrew. ance. The weight of a feather proved a bur- a ;ia
4 It's downright wilfulness !' said Mrs. Tel- den. Thus it went on, all around re-acting up-1 in"3 emogises mm.
ford ; 4 and if she don't take care, I'll send her on her excitable feolmgs, until a condition of
off about her business.' things arrived such as we have seen, ror a
The tea was now served around, and Mr brief season, a more unhappy family could hard
ly have been found in the city.
As the last remark of Helen about Tom fell
upon ihe mother's ears, her true maternal sym-
from the mountain's top, down the declivity-, over
the cliff, and through the plain, taking with it every
thing in its course! How many mighty ships
does the ocean float upon its bosom ! How many
fishes spifirt in it3 waters! How does it form "a
lodging place for the Amazon, the Mississippi,
the Danube, the Rhine, the Ganges, the Lena, and
the Hoang Ho !
How piercing are these pure limpid drops ! i
How do they find their way into the depths of the
earth, and ever the solid rock ! How many thous
and streams, hidden from our view by mountain
masses, are steadily pursuing their courses, deep
from the surface which forms our standing place
for a few short days ! In the air, too, how it
diffuses itself ! Where can a particle of air be
found which does not contain an atom of water!
Whose heart ought not to overflow with grati
tude to the abundant Giver of this pure liquid,
which his own hand has deposited in the deep and
diffused through the floating air and the solid earth !
Is it the farmer, whose field, by the gentle dew
and the abundant rain bring forth fatness ! Is it
the mechanic Whose saw, lathe, spindle and shut
tle are moved with his faithful servant ! Is it the
merchant, on his return from the noise and perplex-
ities of business, to the table of his family, richly
supplied with the varieties and the luxuries of the
four quarters of the globe, produced by the abun
dant rain, and transported across the mighty, but
yielding ocean! Is it the physician, on his admin
istering to his patient some gentle beverage or a
more active healer of the disease which threatens !
Is it the clergyman, whose profession is id make
others feel and that by feeling himself that the
slightest favor and the richest blessing are from
the same source, and from the same abundant and
constant Giver ! Who that still has a glass5of
water and a crumb of bread, is not ungrateful tov
complain ! H
Pelford, after helping the children, helped him
self, and was lifting the cup to his lips, when
his wife exclaimed,
. . a i - jm - m
4 There ! Just see what you are about! pathies came back. She waited to hear no
jook at ihe table cloth now ! I've a great mind more, but went quickly up to the room to which,
to'sendyou away without another' mouthful.' the child had been banished. She found him
Mr. Telford replaced his cup in his saucer lying on his bed fast asleep, and now for the
without having lasted its contents, and turned
to see the cause of his new. ebullition. Hellen
n trying to pour her tea into her saucer, had
pilled a part of it oh the laole-cioin ; u was a
imple accident. "Tlie phjUf TeU this and ihe
niusiice of tHe harsh rebuke. 'AShe had been
in a bad state of mind all day, ovving, rriairily,
o a readiibh updn herself of her mothers un
happy feelings. EUt on the app.eaTauce ol tier
fattier a better and tenderer state came. She
fat softened and subdued. It was upon this
better stale ihat the unkind words of her moth
er fell, and they came with a jar that would not
have been felt.onder other circumstances. The
poor child felt, deeply hurl Tears came in--j
stantly io her eyes,8 -'aii&Were soon falling over
herface.
4 You need'nt set up a cry about it I' said the
mother in-a harsh voice. 4 Another timo look
better io what you are doing V
first time became aware thai in falling he had
cut the sidB of his face, which was covered
wiih blood thai had oozed from the wound.
The cut was of no consequence, really, but the
sight of ihe blood filled the heart of the mother
.. mi? i t..i .i : L
wltn wiiu- aiarm. ivusning uown siaira sue cu
ieredfthe chamber where her husband siill held
Helen in his arms, and exclaimed, with a wild
look-r- , .
' Qh, Mr. Telford ! Come up stairs, quick !'
4 Whajt'e the matier;?' eageily inquired, the
husbapp1, - t
4 Qh,!comn, quick ! quick j' f , .
Mr. Telford followed his wife wiih. a falling
heart. Her manner filled him wiin a vague j
jju't terrible fear, which was in ho wise allayed
by the first glance obtained of Tom's bloody
face. H was hot long, however, in discover
ing that tho child was in, a pleasant sleep, and
His character.
An editor in vindicating the private character
of a friend who had been nailed for sheep stealingj
" We have known Mr. Thom
as for twelve years. Our acquaintance commenc
ing with the great equinoctial storm which, blew
down our grandfather's barn. At that time he
was a young man in the prime of life, and we
think raised the best marrow-fat peas we ever
eat. He was a good mathematician, kind to the
poor, and troubled with the piles. In all the rela
tions of husband, father, uncle and trustee of com
mon lands, he has followed the direct standard Of
duty. Mr. Thomas is at this time forty-three years'
of age, slightly marked with the small-pox, an es-
! : i u . u, .i M r
lliuauic uiueij) a uuuiuu inciuuci auu a man ui
known integrity for ten years. And as to sheep
stealing, that ne would a done it if he can gei' arp
opportunity is without the least foundation fri
point of fact Mr. Thomas could have stolen our15
lead pencil several times, and he didnt dbv it-
Its a sad world we live in " "wi
. . . i .-:f
that the injury he had sustained was liulo more his hands!
An Editor's Joy.
f fie Richmond Palladium says that an editor
was recently elected to the Indianna Legislature'
from Wayne cp.twho was so elated at his success
! that he caught himself by the seat of his trowsers"
and tried to hold himself out at arm's length! It
is added in the postcrip.t, that he would have ac
complished; the feat if he had not let go to spit on