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ODE TO ERIN.
"When first the glitt 'ring em' raid isle,
From midst the ocean's waters rose ;
When Phoebu3 blest her with a smile,
And kiss'd her ev'ry breeze that blows.
JuBt then, descending from on high,
Were scon the minstrels of the sky,
With long angelic train ;
' And golden harps, whose glowing sound.
Diffusing cxtacy around,
, Entranc'd the Eavage main.
' .They sang, of happy days to be.
When green-rob'd Erin, great and free,
Amidst the winds around her roar,
And 'midst the seas that beat her shore ;
Should raise her sea-green standard high,
. Wide streaming to th' exulting sky,
And looking round, from pole to pole.
Wherever mighty waters roll,;
Inferior should not see.
Sweet was the strain, and sweetly sung ;
And Erin's genius smiled to hear
Tho' inexperienced yet, and young,
- The glories of her new empire.
As spring, her form was soft and fair ;
And her maternal bosom bare,
Which glow'd with bliss divine.
Luxuriant as the summer's wane ;
Or as the undulating main,
When autumn's suns decline.
IIaH, mother of the Irish race.
Again the heavenly choir began ;
O may thy days succeed in peace,
And happy be the Irishman.
And blest and happy shalt thou be.
So long as thou remainc6t free
From foreign yoke immense :
So long as union bind thy land,
And all thy foes shall understand,
That union is defence
When discord once admittance gains.
On thy soft, green, enamel'd plains,
Where honied streamlets flow :
Freedom will fly her much lov'd shore, -And
agonizing ocean roar.
With sympathy ol wo.
Then, shall thy tears unceasing flow,
Thy children will contest ;
And foreign hands, will many a blow
Imprint on thy fair breast.
These direful evils to avert,
The rire divine who gave thec birth,
Inspir'd, tho nuraVous streams of wo,
Which, from the fount of discord flow,
With glowing hand to paint.
St. Patrick, in such gentle strain,
Shall preach of peace and mutual love ;
That men shall pass the foaming main, .
And angels listen from above.
And this, his constant theme 6hall be.
Recurring as the ocean's wave :
United Erin must be free,
Or disunited must be a slave.
Hbttllatttous.
Horrible Indian Cruelties.,
We have already announced the escape and
return of Mrs. Jane Wilson, of Texas, to Santa
Fe, who had been taken captive by the Caman
che Indian9, and subjected to the most extraor
dinary rrtifUipc- The affair has vrry juctly x
cited the greatest indignation in New Mexico.
From Mrs. Wilson's narrative, it appears thiU
she is but 17 years of age. About a year ago
at was married to a young farmer in Texas, and
la April they joined a party of fifty-two emi
grants, bound for California. They were attack
ed by Indians and the party compelled to return
to Texas : but Mr. iTwl frs Wilson remained at
El Paso, where their horses being stolen, they
were compelled also to give up Che plan oi going
to California, and set out on their return to Tex
ts in July. In August, Mr. Wilson and bis
" lather fell into the hands of Indians and were
murdered.
' Mrs: W. returned to El Paso, and again in Sep
tember started for Texas, with her three brothers-in-law
and a small party. When within
three days journeyjof Phantom Hill, an American
Military cost, ther were attacked by Camanches
while some of their men were off in pursuit of
bat bud been stolen. A
Mexican, who was with Mrs. Wilson, was brutal
ly murdered and scalped before her eyes, and she
and her two brothers-in-law, lads of 12 and 10
. years, were seized, bound, and carried off, with
tb entire oronertv nf t rie narty.
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'' The Indians with their captives, proceeded in
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a northwest direction, each being appropriate
as the property of cne or other of the cMefi-j
They were stripped of nearly all their clothing,
and otherwise brutally treated. Mrs. Wilson,
although expecting soon to become a mother.
was subjected to every conceivable cruelty and
indignity ; beaten and bruised ; exposed to fa
tigues of all kinds, her flesh lacerated by lariats
and whips, or by the loads of wood she was obli
ged to carry on her bare back ; compelled to do
the work of men, or punished for her inability by
being stoned, knocked down and trampled on ;
almost entirely deprived of food and all this for
twenty-five days. At this time, she was sent
in advance in the morning as usual, when she
determined to attempt an escape, which she suc
ceeded in accomplishing by secreting herself in
some bushes till the Indians had passed.
For twelve days she wandered through this In
dian country, subsistingfupon berries, when she
fortunately fell in with some New Mexican tra
ders, who furnished her with some men's cloth
ing and a blanket. In consequence of their meet
ing with a Canianche, they had to leave her be
hind, and she narrowly escaped a second capture.
But, by the subsequent aid of one of the traders,
Pueblo Indian, she was enabled, after lading
herself for eight days, to escape. -At the expira
tion of this time she was rescued by the traders,
furnished with a horse, and brought to the town
of Pecos, New Mexico, where Major Carleton and
others, of the army, took care of her aud enabled
herto proceed to Santa Fe.
This is but an outline of a terrible story, the
counterpart cf which, in all except the escape,
are said to be frequent. A letter from Santa Fe
says that the white captives among the Caman
ches are as numerous as the Indians themselves.
The same letter mentions the escape of a young
Mexican woman who rcturncs, after a year's ter
rible captivity Respecting to, become a mother of
an infant whose father is a wild Indian. The
Camanches practice cruelty id its utmost refine
ment towards their captives. Children arc train
ed to be more Savage than they are themselves,
and women are subjected to outrages too horrible
to be mentioned.
The Santa Fe Gazette says : " The two broth
ers of Mrs. Wilson arc yet in captivity, and un
less soon reclaimed .J'will imbibe a taste for the
wild life of the Indian, and bo forever lost.
There are many hundreds, and we may venture
to say, thousand of captives among the Indians
of New Mexico, principally women aud children;
the former arcforced to become the slaves of the
men, and the latter are trained for warriors."
EPVhen Gov. Merriweather came out, he was
fortunate enough to rescue two Mexican girls
from the Camanches -one sixteen and the other
tightcen years of ago. They had been captured
from near Chihuahua, one three years and the
other ten months before. They wcte sent to the
Governor of that State, who acknowledged the
conduct of the Governor of New Mexico in very
handsome terms. They said there were a large
number of Mexican women in captivity, and they
saw one American woman, with a small child ; j
that an Indian one day, when they were travel
ling on horseback, took the child from its moth- i
er, threw it up into the air, and as it came down
caught it on his spear, and that others rode up
at full gallop, took it on their spears, and so it
passed around among the party.
Surely our Government will not permit such
outrages to go unpunished, even if it be necessa
ry to exterminate the whole tribe of these brutal
savages.
A good story was once told of a cuiinoissour in
the fine arts, who said tc a friend.
"I wish you would come up to my house and
see a picture I havo just purchased. I wish you
to give me your caiiJ'ul opinion of it. A friend
of mine, who thinks he's a judge, had the impu
pudence to tell me last night that it was not an
original. I should like to hear unothcr man say
that it was not an original ; I think 1 should al
most be tempted to knock him down ! But you
come up and see it, and give me your can did and
unbiased opinion of the picture .
Here was "freedom of opinion with a ven-
geancc ; una someimng uwj i op
tion" said to have been granted by Colonel Mc-
Lane to the troops under his command, before
going into winter-quarters at Valley Forge.
They were suffering for provisions ana ciouung,
and Congress had been repeatedly petitioned for
that relief which it was not in their power to be
stow. Under these circumstances, Colonel Mc
Lane parraded his band of suffering soldiers, and
harangued them as follows :
'Tellow soldiers ! you have served your coun
try faithfully and truly. We have fought hard
fights together against a hard enemy. You are
in a bad way for comfortable clothes, and it al
most makes me cry to see you tracking your
half-frozen bloody feet on the cold icy ground.
But Congress can't help it, nor can I. Now if
any of you want to return home, to leave the ar
inv at such a time as this, you can go. Let those
who would like to go step out four paces in front
Jul" (he added) "the- first man that steps out,
if I don't sftoof kivi, my name is not McLane !"
It is needless to add, that not a solitary "vol
unteer for home" was to be found in the ranks.
IIardto Pleasb. A lady went into a groce
ry recently, and acked for some self-raising flour.
The clerk for the moment was a green Irishman,
who, opening a barrel, showed her some of the
ordinary superfine.
44 This is not what I want," said the lady, with
some pique, " I want Belfraising flour."
44 Oh," said Pat. with rtromntness, 44 the mis
chief a bit will ye find fault with its not rising
the whole barrel went up this morning from nine
to eleven dollars, and if that don't suit, you are
hard to plase, intirely."
The lady disappeared in a huff.
- - " Flour has ris," and it is owing to the "yeast
ern question," of course. Sunday Courier.
The Respective Laws of the Olden Time.
We were reading recently a history of Con
necticut, from its first settlement under General
Fenwick down to the revolution. The volume
was originally published in London, in 1781, and
reprinted at New Haven in 1829, and we found
some cmious enactments therein. Here are some
of the laws :
"Whoever wears clothes trimmed with go!d,
silver, or bone lace, above two shillings by tho
yard, shall be presented by the grand jurors
and the selectman shall tax the offender at 300
estate'
' 'A debtor in prison, swearing he hath rto v
tate, shall be let out, and sold to make satisfac
tion." 4 'No one shall read the book of Common Pray
er, keep Christmas or Saints' days, make minced
pies, dance, play cards or play on any instrument
of music, except the drum, trumpet and jews
harp." "The Sabbath day shall begin at sunset on
Saturday."
"No woman shall kisa her child on the Sab
bath or fasting day."
"No one shall run on the Sabbath day, or walk
in his garden, or elsewhere, except reverently to,
and from meeting."
"No one to cross a river, but with an authori
zed feryman."
"No food or lodging shall be afforded to a Qua
ker, Adamite, or othor heretic."
"Every male shall have his hair cut round ac
cording to cap," &c.
We find the following account of a punishment
inflicted for entertaining heretics, on one Deacon
Potter, whom Cotton Ma.tb.cr Fays was verity
guilty, and that he had a fair, legal and candid
trial, end was convicted on good and scriptural
evidence :
"lieacon Potter," says Mather, "was hanged
for heresy and apostacy, which consisted in show
ing hospitality to strangers who came to his
house in 'the night, rmong whom were Quakers,
Anabaptists, and Adamities." His wife bctraj--ed
him for hiding the spies, and sending them
away in peace. There ws also s political of
fence, the remedy for which is worth knowing :
"No man shall hold office who is not sound in
the faith, faithful to this dominion ; and whosoe
ever gives a vote to such a person, shall pay a
fine of one pound ; for a second oiicnce ha shall
be disfranchised."
"The Rev, Geo. Whitfield, in one of his ser
mons, gives the people cf Connecticut the fcllow-
mg ci
ractcr :
'Tlit-y are the wisest of any upon the conti
nent, the Lett frionds, and the worst enemies ;
they are hairbraiued bigots on all sides, and may
be compared to a hoise'and mule without bit and
bridle."
Rather Bificult to Please.
I wish to give you a few items as to the recep
tion our new preacher has met in our circuit,
together with some hints as to the opinions for
med respecting him. He reached here in good
time after Conference, went to work immediately,
and has continued at his post up to the present.
have taken some pains to inquire as to what
the brethren think of him, and now beg leave to
report " in part."
Brother A. thinks he does not read and study
enough.
B. says he reads and studies too much, and
has too little to say in the families where he
stops.
C. is of the opinion that he dots not seem suf
ficiently inclined to visit the ditfercnt families of
hi,s charge.
D. is very free to give it as his pinion, that he
is too much disposed to 44 go about," thereby
neglecting the Scripture injunction, 44 Go not
from house to house."
E. rather inclines to the opinion that hois
haughty and reserved.
F. is satisfied that he is too light, and too much
disposed to frivolous conversation.
G. shakes his head significantly, and thinks
he is too particular about hi3 dress, and rather
dandy-like.
II. who, by the way, has several 44 very nice"
daughters, and is herself very particular de
clares he is too careless about dress, and not suf
ficiently neat and tidy.
I. is too much inclined to think his sermons too
long to be profitable.
J. is sure they are too short, for he scarcely
gets sound asleep ere they are finished, (you need
not tt-U tUis, bowwver, as Brother J. does not like
for people to know that he sleeps in church.)
K. believes that he tries to make a show of
learning and uses too many big words. .
L. avers that his language is too 4 'common-pla
ced," low, and almost vulgar.
M. hopes he will do pretty well, but thinks he
does not exhibit quite enough interest in the
44 temperance reform."
N. is satisfied h will get along finely, provided
he will let temperance alone, and preach the
Gospel.
O. is wonderfully put out, because he speaks
so low that he can scarcely keep awake during
the sermon. .
P. says he speaks entirely too loud in fact he
" hollers and bawls."
Q. modestly suggests, that if he expects to do
any good this year, he must say nothing about
money matters, but just go on.44 in the old-fash
ioned way," preaching . and holding class-meet
ings. '' ' " '
K. thinks there is no hope for him, unless he
will say very little about class -meetings, and not
be strict in matters of discipline, as was the
preacher we had last year.
S. inclines to tho opinion that he is too much
disposed to preach on controverted points such
as baptism, and tho like, and thereby disturbs
the unity that exists among the different 6ectg.
Perhaps I. ought to remark, that in the neigh
borhood where Brother S. lives, there is great
unity among the different sects. They are all
frozen together.
T. is very decided in the opinion that he does
not preach enough on points of controversy.
U. has not quite made up his mind, but thinks,
perhaps, may be, he will do tolerably well, ex
cept that he seems to seek for popularity more
than a preacher should.
V., good soul, is perfectly outraged that the
preacher should manifest so little regard for pub
lic opinion.
W. is "hurt" already, because he is too plain
and pointed in his remarks. Such a course, he
thinls " is only calculated to hurt people's feel
ings," without doing them any good.
X. is very well satisfied that he will do no good
this year, because lie is too much afraid uf "hurt
ing people's feelings." .
Y.is very much pleased, only he is afraid the
prcr.irher, being a young man, will devoto too
much time to the company of young people, young
ladies in particular.
Z. likes to see a preacher social and polite, and
pay some attention to society ; but inclines to
thin! that our preacher will be too formal and
distait.
& is in a wonderful 44 potter " about him, he
hanly knows what to think or say; sometimes
he tlinks he will do well, and get on admirably;
thec again he fears. H has witnessed so many
failures after fair starts, that, on the whole, he is
aboct to suspend his judgme.nt for the present,
gie tho preacher a fairtrial, and report hereafter.
These are some of the opinions of some of the
old rHT)le, so far as I can gather them. I con
fess they seem rather contradictory, but that is
certainly not my fault ; and as " fidelity and im
partiality" are set dewn as necessary requisites
in a historian, I thought best to report things as
they really exist. Among our young folks there
is a? gre?.t a variety of cpinion as there is among
their seniors.
& Carious Story..
Any one who has been this winter to the Ital
ian Opera, must have seen the lady (a beautiful
brunette), and the gentleman (a young handsome
aristocratic looking man, who is, alas ! one-eyed,
and also limps) both English people who fur
nish forth the hero and the heroine of the follow
ing story, which is current anil generally believ
ed in the orchestra, of that Opera House. They
are coussins. This is their history : Arabella
is the daughter of a Rear Admiral of the
Royal Navy. When she was 10 her father roar
rid her to one of hid friends, a Captain, who
was greatly older than herst-lf. Shortly after
thtir marriage, being ordered to the Mediteranc
nn,he took his wife with him. and lodged hor suit
ably in Malta. Her cousin William, who is also
in the navy managed to come to Malta by anoth
ership of the squadron. He was soon at home
in the Captain's house, although the latter felt
sosnewhat jyalous, which lie was too proud to
slow. As tho ship lay some distance from the
uay, the Captain returned home late almost
every night.
One night the nca was bo rough that the cap
tain sent in word to his wife, Arabella, that he ;
vould stay on beard his ship all night. What '6
rough for a captain is rough for a lieutenant
the lieutenant staid on shore he said with his
lousin. They were sitting closely together, and
talking so a grceably the time passed away un
perceived, when at one o'clock in the morning
there was a knocking at the door ; the wife re
cognised her husband's knock. They felt guilty
I know not why and they scarcely .knew
what to do. In las fright, William ran into a
closet and hid himself behind the clothes which
hung there. When the husband came in, he
found his wife very much embarrassed ; he was
furious with jealously ; suspecting something
was concealed in the open closet, he drew his
sword arid gave some twenty viorous thrusts in
every part cf it. They seemed to produce no
effect. He explained the cause of his unexpec
ted return his ship had just been ordered to
Greece, to cpforce the claim of Don Pacifico, and
he sailed that night.
As soon as his trunk was packed, he left the
house, convinced that his suspicions were un
founded. As soon as he had gone, his wifo ran
to the closet "William ? She saw a livid hand
try to push aside the clothes there, and then a
bodv foil covered with blood. William had re-
ceived lbur wounds, but conquered his pain to
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save his cousin. Those wounds occasioned his
blindness and his limping. The Captain heard
at last of them. He separated from his wife,
ner father having died shortly after her mar
riage, she lives in Faris with her cousin William.
They have each of them a fortune ; and with
gold dust one might blind Argus himself in Par
is. Paris cor. oj the Boston Atlas.
A blacksmith's little boy, some three years old,
was often in the shop among the workmen,
one of whom delighted in teasing liim.
One day, he lingered long iu the house near his
mother ; until,; noticing his - seriousness, she
asked:
44 What does my Lyman want ? what is he
waiting for ?"
44 Why. Ma, I want to know who made me ?"
When his mother had explained that question,
so puzzling to all 4 little folk, telling him that
God made him, and the world, and all things, his
smile returned, and he ran off to the shop as
usual. As he came near the anvil, his tormentor
exclaimed :
" Now, boy, IU cu jfour kg off I"
His mother's lesson fresh on his mind, he did
not shrink, this time, but shouted back again :
44 1 don't care 1 1 can go to God's shop, and get
it mended f" t.
Cur Country.
In 1765, the corner stone of our present Capi
tol at Washington, in whose honor the new seat
of government was named, officiated. Sixty
years afterwards, viz : on the 4th of July, 1852,
the corner stone of an extension of the buildings
was laid, and the Secretary of Stato made an ad
dress, iu the course ol which he presented a
sketch of the compar&tivc condition of our coun
try at the two periods :
Then we had fifteen Stiles, now ws have thirty-one.
Then our population wa3 three millions, now
it is twenty-three millions.
Then Boston had eighteen thousand people
now it has one hundred and thirty-six thous
and. New York had thirty thousand, now it has five
hundred thousand.
Then ur imports were thirty-one millions,
now they are cae hundred and seventy-eight mil
lions. The trca of our territory was',thi;n eight hun
dred thousand square miles, now it is three mil
lion, tlnee hundred thousand. '
Thou we h?.d no railroad, now we have four
thousand miles of it.
Then we had two hundred post offices, now we
have twenty one thousand.
Our revenue Lorn po.:tge was one hrmdreJ
thousand dollars, nov? it is five million, five hun
dred thousmd.
These are only a few fs.cts going to show the
rapid growth of our country : and what we and
our children have to do to secure th continu
ance of its prosperity, is to love, fear, and obey
the God of our fathers : to avoid intemperance,
pride, contention, and. greediness of gain, and a
just sense of obligation to those that shall come
after us.
P-onaparte'e Poverty in Early Life.
M. Thiers, in his history cf the consul., re
cites some very strange and previously unknown
particulars respecting the early life and penury
of Napoleon Bonaparte. It appears that after
he had obtained a subaltern's commission in tho
French service, by his skill and daring at Toulon
he lived for some time in Paris in obscure lodg
ings, and in such extreme poverty that he was
often without means of paying ten sous (ten
cents) for his dinner, and frequently went with
out any at all. He was under the neossity of
borrowing small sums, and even worn-out clothes,
from his acquaintances ! He and his brother
Louis, afterwards King cf Holland, had, at one
time, only a coat between them, so that the bro
thers could only go out alternately, time about.
At this crisis, the chief benefactor of the future
crnpvrcr and conqueror, "at whose mighty name
the world grew pale," was the actor Pahna, who
often gave him food and money. Napoleon's
face, aiWrwaads so famed for its classical mould,
was, during that period of starvation, harsh and
angular in its lineaments, with projecting cheek
bones. His meagre form brought on an unplea
sant and unsightly cutaneous disease, of a type
so virulent and maglignaut, that it teok all the
skill and assiduty of his accomplished physician
Corvisart, to cxpd it, after a duration of more
than ten years.
The squalled beggar tlua, the splendid empe
ror afterwards the thrcad-baie habiliments and
emperial mantle the meagre food aud gorgeous
banquet the friendship of a poor actor, the ho
mage and terror of the world an exile and pri
soner. Such are the ups and downs of this
changeful life ; such are the lights and shadows
of the great and mighty.
A ICew Society.
Constitution of the ''Latlies' Aiti-ldcC'too-tight
Society." Established for 1854.
Abticle i. The object of this Society shall be
to prevent in ladies those distortions of nature,
seen in the wasp, hornet and other insects quite
out in two in the middle.
Akt. ii. No member of this society shall wear
stays made of a stronger materials than hemp,
whalebone and stetJ.
Art. iu. No cord shall be used in lacing of
more than an inch in diameter, nor shall the
same be of tougher texture than well twisted
cat-gut.
Aut. iv. No Etrongcr means shall be used in
bringing the stays home than that of a windlass
worked by a stout nigger, or tho capstau of a
schooner, with cook, scullion, and loblolyboy at
the bars.
Art. v. No member of this society when whe
shall distinctly hear her ribs crack, shall tell the
roan at the wheel to give it another turn, but
shall always belay at the point.
Akt. ti No member of this society, wliatever
may bo her shape, shall compress her waist with
in less than one-third of its natural dimensions.
Aat. yii. No member of this Society, so laced
by accident or otherwise, that her heart has been
obliged to seek her throat for breath, shall com
plain of headache, giddiness, suffocation cr apoplexy.-
Art. vni. Any member of this society wl
shall violate any of the foregoing articles, shall
be expelled for fife, and ai her death shall be de
livered over to surgeons, who may cut and carve
at will, and report in their medical books any
shocking phenomena they may discover, as a
warning to all who may now refuse to join this
Anti-lace-too-tight Society. .'
" In my days of boyhoed," (writes 4N. L.,' of
Cincinnati,) 44 1 read, t with great pleasure the
first effort cf Samuel' Johnson, at rhyming. As
near as my memory serves me it road as follows.
He was said to have been ten years of age :
"Beneath this stone, here lies the toad
That Samuel Jolmson trod on; '
If it had lived, t'would have been good luck,
For thcu there'd have been an odd cne."
Slaving for Koney.
We pity the man who wears out his energies
in the accumulation of riches, which, when am
assed, he will have lost the capacity to c-njoy.
He finds hiinsulf at the end of bis labors, a guest
at his own feast, without an appetite for its
dainties. The wine of life is wasted, and noth
ing remains but the lees. The warm sympathies
of his heart have been choked by the inexorable
spirit of avarice, and they cannot be resusciated.
The fountain head of his enthusiasm is scaled :
he looks at all things in nature and in art with
the eye of calculation ; hard-matter-of-fct is
the only pabulum his mind can feed on ; the
elastic spring of impulse is broken ; the poetry
of existence is gone.
Are wealth and position an equivalent for these
losses ? Is not the millionaire, who has acquired
wealth at such a cost, a tukrablo bankrupt ?
In our opinion there is little to choose on the
score of wisdom between the individual who
recklessly (squanders his money as he goes along,
in folly and extravagance and the false tconomist
who donies himself the wholesome enjoyments of
life, in order to swell tho treasure, which, in tho
hardening process of scraping up, he had become
too mean to spend, and too bilfibh to give away.
The only rational way to live, is to mix labor
with enjoyment a sticak of fut and a streak of
lean. There is notliing like a streaky life a
pleasant mixture of exertion, thankfulness, love,
jolity, and repoc. The man w ho slaves for rich
es, makes a poor return to that God who took
the trouble of making him for a better purpose.
Little ToiJiir. Docs not this simple story
remind the reader of some otlu.-r little Tommy
who has sanctified a trifle by the magic of his
touch and left it to be cherished as a priceless
thing ? It is from the Charleston News :
"Whilst passing rapidly up King street, we
saw a little boy seated on a cuib stone. He was
appuicstly about five or six years old, and his
well combi-d hair, clean hands aud face, bright
thongh well patched apron, and whole appearance
indicated that he was the child of a loving though
indigent mother. As we looked at him closcly
we were struck with the heart broken expression
of his countenance, and marks of recent tears on
his cheeks So, yielding to as impulse which al
ways leads us to sympathise with the joys or
sorrows of the littl ones, we stopped, and put
ting a hand upon his head, at Led what was tho
matter ? He replied by. holding up his open
hand, in which webeheld the fragments of a bro
ken toy a figure of a cow.
"Oh ! is that all well, never mind it. Step
into the nearest toy shop and buy another"
and we dropped a fourpence into his hand -"That
will bo- one, will it not ?"
"Oh yes," replied he bursting into a pasoxysm
of grief, "but this uvs Utile Tommy's and he's
DEAD."
We gave him the last piece of silver we posses
sed, but had it been gold, we doubt if he would
have noticed it more than he did the ilvir.
The wealth of the Wfi ld could not have supplied
the vacancy that the breaking of that toy hai
left in his little unsophisticated heart."
- The ensuing parody upon the old and popular
song of " Ben Bolt," is not only very good as a
parody, but it includes a lesson that may reach
the heart of some young inebriate, whom more
serious, soTer counsels might Uol to reach :
44 Oh ! dou't you remember the boys lien Bolt,
The boys with noses so red.
Who diank with delight whenever they mot.
And always went drunk to bed ?
In the old giave yard, in the edge of the town.
In corner., obscure and lone.
They have gone to rest, and the gay young sprigs
Have (hopped off one by one !
"Oh ! don't ycu remember the jug, Ben Bolt,
And the spring at the foot of the hill.
Where oft we've lain in the summer hours.
And drank to our utmost fill 1
The spring is filled with mud, Ben Bolt,
And the wild hogs root around,
And the good old jug, and its whiskey sweet,
Lies broken and spilTd on the ground.
" Oh ! don't you remember the tavern, Ben Bolt.
And the bar-keeper, kind and true ;
And the little nook at the etui of the bar.
Where we swallow 'd the i sm ho drew ?
The tavern is burnt to the ground, Ben Bolt,
The bottles are crack'd and dry,
And of all 'the boys' who 4sprce'd' it there,
There remaiu but you and I '.'
In ihc time of 4 Tip. and Ty.,' j-clitics ran, likt
4tho measles,' cr any other infectious disease,
through 'whole families,' and all 'took sidc:,
from prattling two-year-olds, to octogenana:
grandmothers. Charley, like his father, was ;
'strong Whig ;' and, although very fond of hi
grandfather, with whom they lived, resisted a
inducements to agree with him in politics. II
was particularly happy when allowed toslet
with the old people, and it was only granted a
special favor. One D'ght, they heard him pa:
teringinto their bod-room, but said nothing, ar
he soon called out :
" Graa'p ! don't you hear little ftvt a-coi
inS?"
" Go back ! you're a Whig. We can't ha
any H?.ii here," was the reply.
Charley stood a moment : the struggle wa3 t
idently a hard one, but the temptation was t
strong ; a circumstance known, perhaps, to v
ny older than he, he gave up his principles to f
cure a personal cr.d.
The next day, at dinner, his grandpa ret
tioned his 'conversion:'
" You waa a 'Loco' last zJght, at any Tats !
44 Oh, it was dxk, then !" responded thc.ck
as ready with an excuse as any oihcr pohticiJ
There are two things that mv-Test ;,:rri th.
never uadi-rtake to Vcrrow rct v 0r S,Uljy j
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