SLOAN, PUBLISHERS VOLUME 26. Cit.itct VottrA. Of Old a Spade was called a Spade --....- I= ()fold a "spade" was called a "spade, By simples and by sasses A "workman" did his bunsst "work," And -iervints" earned their-wises A 'imo" WSJ IlLi 0 of respect, W huneyer virtue named it There was but one .f . higher worth And lovely -vr,amati" elsAmed But how we masquerade with words— The truth a great offence ts— ♦ud desecrate , ur Loglish tougut By pride maid tale. pretence► We shame the language a our 41741/ We talk e,) mild and meekly-- We're "operatives" (or 'uric ing men, And draw our "salaries' weekly Our "lady" take. the glare of "wife," That word a try. .ad hearty, And every ' man',' • "geetleniala," I nicer •.rail LIEn "poly " The - .hopman" hates the name of "ohJp Aril, bn er•,.,a later The inau who doz•a railway trench Is calla w • ils U, give uo bsek our honest "patch! It had a ooul beauty. And lrt us do our daily "work And think it pleasant duty Let'. earn our "warrev" rut of Yurio The wurd can never harm u., Let's love our "sweethearts" and our "wives And own that "woman" , harm as .Aril our aeriou. 114, , our words Hr % ~id of sideetation And • spade Ge. spade." and "main' be "man Thr , .ughout the Brthsh nati,tn. o:l)Dict THE (OUNTRY COUSIN A STORY BY ALICE CAREY [CoNCLL:bEII] It was well for Orphs that she did not hear what the old flits said, as laying the embers t. get her, they trimmed the candle, and spelled :LT .ugh Hannah's carelessly written letter—lt was well she did not see the tear, that wet it as they reproached themselves for their long neglect ,1 their darling child—the) had scut her pr., s rut , of apples and potatoes and sour every year, but they had never once gone to her house: fifty miles seemed a great journey, and a' the face' d their grind graudebildreu were strange to the m They had thought i they were vairry f‘d t now that Hannah would not care about see .og her old faahloued father and mother in her ,•y!1.11 house iu town They never once saw, as th.y spelled through ,the letter, that she did not , a ) -come to me," after the, "I cannot go to , u; " nor did they notice that Orpha's name was once in the letter. Hannah coul I not help wishing to see Orpha, and loving her when she stew how pretty and how good she was; they .new that; and to the dear child it would be ..Kr a journey of paradise—that they might well assured of—so they said, a.. they folded the ~ • ter carefully and laid it next the picture ut aisle Samuel, betty nn the leaves of the big Bible -We are growing old now, and if we ever go to see Hannah, there will nut cornea better time --it will be a tiresome day's ride; but for Orpha's sake, we must make ourselves strong enough to tridurs the fatigue " It was well ( Irpha did not taee their tears, and learn that it was more for her sake than theirs the visit was planned How sleepy she was in the morning, when her grandmother said, "Conte Orpha: It seemed as if she had but just come to bed; she could Artily open her eyes, and the "Yes, graudino 'scr,' was a good deal fainter than common; but when "Come, Orpha," was repeated, with the added words, "it's time to get up, pet, if you want to ga to Aunt Hannah's with your grand- father and me," she was wide awake, and sitting straight up in bed in a moment She saw the snow piled aganst the window, white and high— the candle in her grandmother's band, for it was not day light yet, and her own Lesli and smooth .o ironed clothes over her arm "Oh, grandmo ther!" that was all she could say for the happy, happy tears Redder than a clover field in June was all the e.ist, when having carefully secured the doors, and sprinkled the hickery sticks in the fireplace with water, they set out, breaking and plowing their way through the deep snow, in the old woodsled Nobody would nut ice that it was not in the best sleigh in the world, zOrphia thought, grandfather had tied the newly painted wagon holy on the sled, and that was tilled with straw, thi overspread with the nicest coverlid of all the hens, • --.' What a pretty pink the clouds made on the man, . a shadow crossing his face as he spoke. ) -new—she was neler weary of looking a t i t , and " in part, at least," and giving a letter into the Lew strangely the cattle looked in pasture , of landlord's hand, he begged that be would see it •:e.w, and the haystaeks, crusted like pound cakes forwarded, , trandfatber's hors -s would be - the admiration of o yo, were designing to reach the city to. ab the city, she was sure, so gay and fine they night?" said Mr Davidson, again addressing ...lA, their manes loose in the wiud, and their the young travier -ars trembling. with the exhilerattou of the snow "Yes," he replied, "Mrs. Pettibone has a ince kind of birthnlght merry-making at her house to- For the seven first wiles the scene was quite night, and I had promised myself Ow pleasure fami l iar—sh e had twice been that distance on a ia:ing with them.," and he went on to }ay his the r .ad—once with her graud fa t her to mill, and horse had fallen lame that day, and he had pro. -tie.- to a funeral, but the strange country into posed leaving him in the landlord's care and go. 5,,,,h they went, after cr'aaing the creek where lag forwar d an the coach. 'he mill was, afforded new and suprising iutereq. 1 •'You are very welcome, sir, to a '-eat with The sleigh ride, iu its. lf, was a perfiet delight, us," said the grandfather, cordially. and survey watch the :mow dr 'ppm ! : from the bent boughs, ing the fashionable exterior of the youug niau. !tie birds dippitig tut,. it with -urn iuerry twit• he added: "we have only a sled, but our horses xis, and to luau down ova r the slid side and plow are in good order, and we move pretty fast and :tie tiny furrough with her hand, there were a relit joy, without the crowning fact that it was :very comfortably. ' Half an hour after this, the horses having been end in the evening by arrival at Aunt Han- , regaled with oats and an hour's rest, our party, Ith's. with the accession of the young man, were glid- Now she came forward to the front of the sled lu +ad held grandmother's hands iii hers, wonder- g briskly through the snow. The variedly amusing talk of the young man a g why the ) were so cold; now she turned up kept the old people from feeling the cold as they --...t e collar of grandfather's overcoat, brushing h a d done in the morning; and then he was so Eck the gray hair that the wind blew about kind, taking his be comforter from his neck ...is eyes; and now, wrapping his hands in her ' and wrapping it about that of the old farmer, and woolen shawl, and taking the reins for a little quite forcing Mrs. Davidson to wear his whale, s h e could drive as w e ll as he, she said; , plaid shawl, and taking the reins for an hour upon which be smiled, patting her cheek, but not . w h en t h e h an d s o f t h e o ld man b ecame num b . telling her that the horses were so well trained, ' Not one word spoke Orpha, but such smiles and 6° sobered now with the distance alread y dimpled the cheeks that were nestled among traveled, that they would go straight along with- brown colors and almost hid in her dee hood nit any quieting at all. Now they went through with every attention bestowed on her grandpa a wide brawling creek where the water ran fast rents, that no words were needed to assure the throu g h brow n sandstone and cakes of brok en young man of her goodness of heart. The old ice, and Orpha trembled a little as grandfat h er folks grew t i re d a f ter a whil e , and sat silent, walked out un the tongue of the sled and loosen- I w i s hi ng the journey at an end, and the stranger el the bridle reins so that the horses could drink singing—it may have been to himself, it may Cold as it was, their sides were all wet, and they h ave b een to Orpha— breathed very hard and fast between the drink- . 1 , b e f a r ye ws , sod it may b• forever, lug At length, grandfather pulled off his blue Theo why art thee silent, thee bride of' wiyr, heart." mitten, and pulled out his big silver watch and Th ey moved on and on, and at Ism to he lullab y said it wits two o'clock, and a little while after sound, Orpha nestled down in the coverlid and that, where a painted sign erected at the forks f e ll as l e ep of the road, and a curious old house, having no NVh eu she awoke, it was night, and the sled fence to front of it, stood, they Stopped t° Pro - standing still before the best house she had cure au hour's rest, and some rat . ..hint-at for themselves and their beasts There was a ever seen—all brilliant with lights and musical greet Li voices Lamps were shining thick, down **Wowing in the big.room into which they vete . i Li on*, ganns p• and bootee' 14416 11“ftlig ERIE WEEKLY ' I BSERVER I shown, before which sat half a doses travelers, eating apples and cakes, and drinking cider and whiskey; across the middle of the floor a long table was spread, and, at one end of it, there sat a young man, sipping tea and writing alternate ly. He looked up from the shisec before him, on the entrance of our party, and hieing made a friendly salutation, such as country folks though strangers are in the habit of giving one another, resumed his pen, and was presently quite absorb ed; his heavy black hair fell over and partly con cealed a smooth fair forehead, as he wrote, anti • smile of extrire sweetness played round the mouth, betraying no irresolution, but seeming rather the outward shining of firm and good prin ciples The healthful glow of his cheek was in a fine contrast with the blackness of his full cur ling beard, and the pearly teeth, sound anti even, with the ripe redness of the lips Orpha thought she bad never seen so hand some a man in her life, and in verity, she never had seen beauty cultivated and matured under the refining influence of intellect and art. She could not tell why, but there was sit indefinable air of superiority about him, that made even the schoolmaster and the village clergyman seem coMmonplace in comparison with him. When her thoughts reverted to her cousin Anne, she could not imagine how she could have fallen in love with any one, not having seen the young traveler But how much did his beauty increase in her eyes, when looking up as he folded . his letter, he made haste to offer her grandfather ( who was sitting on a bard bench) the leather cushioned chair in which himself had been sit ting, and with a gesture and a word, not rude, but authoritative, caused the men at the fire to dispose themselves in half the roem they had previously occupied, so giving her grandmother and herself a nearer and warmer feeling of the tire from which, till then, they bad almost been shut out "How far is it to the town of --." said the old man to the landlord, ss he entered with hot doughnuts and a fresh pita cider, but the ques l i o n was too modestly low for that blustering per sonage to hear. 9 "It is twenty twomiles, sir," replied the young man, who ha'! heard the question "Are you much acquainted there?" Mr Da vidson ventured timidly to inquire The young man answered that be knew the city pretty thoroughly, and had indeed a large personal acquaintance with the inhabitants "Then, perhaps, you know ur have heard of my son, Joseph C Pettibone," suggested the old man. his face aglow with animation "Oh yes, sir—no our in thu whole city better, an admirable family." "Why, isn't it strange, - exclaimed the father, turning to his wife ..Tb6 young wan here knows Mr Pettibone. lum glad I have met you, he continued, offering his hand to the stranger, and he went on ingeniously—"we are on our ass to Mr Pettibone's house, my wife here, and this little girl—we haven't seen any of them these twenty years, nor they us. Indeed Orpha, our little granddaughter, has never seen her aunt Hannah Pettibone at all, and you may be sure she is happy enough, haying a sleigh ride and a chance to see the town and her aunt and cousins;" and tenderly he patted the cheek of Orpha, al ready blushing painfully with the attention call ed to her "And so you know Mr. Pettibone, and Hannah and all of them"—a new thought seemed to strike the old gentleman—and he con tinued, "may be you know a young man of the name of Hammond, who is shortly, Hannah writes me, to be married to her daughter Anua." There woo a confused heightening of color in the chetk of the hardsome stranger, and he bit his lip, to which, huwever, the accustomed smile came back with unwonted bright uses as he replied, that he had some acquaint ance with the young man and wavjust returning from a visit to his father's family, but that 14e was quite ignorant of the proposed marriage. "A family of position and influence, I sup pose, from what Hannah says," mused tile grand father aloud, "she seemed to think it would b, a fine match for fhe girl—what do you Hunk' Was the young man at home when you were at his father's?" "Why, yes," replied the stranger, "he was there, but in fact I did not converse with him much " '•Well, do you think Anna is going to do pret ty well?" continued the grandfather, persever ingly; "great fathers don't always have great I eons, nor even good ones " The young man replied that he hardly knew what to think, and hastened to interrupt the con versation by inquiring of the landlord what time the coach would arrive That personage raised himself on rip -toe, and looking from the window, said the couch was just coming in eight, and taking out his watch, he continued in a tone that indicated especial felicity— " She is making good time to day—that coach is—but, young man, your chaubs of getting aboard IS slim, mighty slim, sir—htAck as she can be with passengers on the ontsifte," and thi additional fact evidently gave him increased , happiness I "I have provided against that," said the young to and fro, and houses and people as far ius she could see. "Well, pretty, we have got there," said the grandfather, and taking the handkerchief from her face, she sat up, sad in her bewilderment, said almost sadly, "I am sorry, I wish it was further." "So do I," slid the young stranpr, "from my heart;" and he almost lifted Urplia out A the sled. "I wonder whether Mr. Pettibone has any sta ble?" asked Mr. Davidson of the young man; adding, as he patted the necks of his hones caressingly—"poor fellows, you are tired, am' t your' "I know where he keeps his horses," replied the young man, •'go right in, and I will attend to them, if you will trust me," and he ran up the steps and gave the bell a vigorous pull. "See they don't drink while they arose warm, if you please," said the careful farmer, availing himself of the young man's kindness; "and that they have plenty of meal and oats, and I will see you by-and-by here, at my son's hoses, and thank you." "I guess we have got to'the wrong place, like enough," he said, looking inquiringly at hie wife as he saw the rin in the face of the negro who opened the door, and the number of black men and women moving through the great hall. "Does Mr Pettibone live here" he inquired of the usher. "Yes, %all," replied that funotionary; drawing himself up. "Joseph C Pettibouer' repeated the old man, still to doubt "Yes, sah, who shall I aatioaaoar' "Why I will announce myself," said Mr. Da vidson, indignantly; "Mrs. Pettibone is my daughter, will we find her in here where the fro lic seems to be?" and with his good wife beside bin), he made his way to the open door of the brilliant drawing room Poor Orpha trembling like a frightened bird, and nestling close to her grandmother's skirts and richly dressed woman advanced as their shadowscroped the threshold, and start ed, retreating slightly, and a kind of blank sur prise taking the place of the welcoming smile she had assumed, when she saw the persons who came behind the shadows. The mother's heart, rather than her eyes, told her that was Hannah, and with a sobbing cry of "my daughter' she would have taken her in her arms, but the white gloved hand of the lady motioned her back—the light dazzled, awl the wooderstruck faces repelled her; staggering, ra ther than walking, she retreate "Hannah, Hannah," said the old wan, giving our reprosthful look, and with his head drop ping on his boom, and the tears making every thing dim in spite of the much light, he retraced solemnly and slowly the way he had come. At the door they were overtaken by Mr. Pet tibone, whose strong common sense had been outraged by his wife's reception of her parents, though, perhaps, his feelings had little to do with his manner, which was cordial enough. He reminded them how long it was since they had met, adding that a child might be forgiven for forgetting even her mother, in the course of twenty years Hannah would be LI rejoiced as himself when she knew it was her own father and mother were come All they could do, how ever, the old folks could not feel what the man's words implied. "And this little body," be said, shaking the trembling hand of Orpha, "who •is she?" "Naticy's child, to be sure," uu4wered the old mau "N incy, Nancy; who is she? Oh, I remeni her now, the one who went to the new country," for Mr. Pettibone felt it incumbent on him to reinetni,er something, and believing be had struck the right vein, continued: "I was under the im pression that Nancy's children were all boys. Well, how does she like the new country?" "We don't know, " the father said, wiping his eyes; poor Nancy h as gone to the country from wh. nee no traveler returns." Half believing and half disbelieving that Han nah had in truth failed to recognise them, the old folks suffered themselves to be conducted to one of the chambers, furnished so luxuriously and warmed and lighted so comfortably, that if anything could have made them forget the chilly air which rustled out of Hannah's brocade, they would have forgotten it. In the second meeting with her parents, she hid her eyes for a moment in her lace handker chief, but the tears, if she shed them, left her eyes dry; and though she said she was never so happy, she looked distressed and mortified, and eeetued not to know what to do or say. Her children were brought and introduced to dear grad papa and grandmamma, and to pretty couein Orpha, and having kissed the cheeks of the old folks, retired very properly—gay butter flies that they were. Orpha, in her close fitting woollen frock, feared they would catch cold with bare neck and arms, but she dare not say so; as with admiring•eyes (for they looked very pretty) ,he watched them leaving the room. I Anna , a tall, slender girl, with a colorless and expressionless face, and thin flaxen hair, insisted that Orpha should wear one of her dresses and accept the services of her maid—she could easily be dressed before midnight, and that was quite early enough. Mrs. Pettibone could not leave hergnests, Mr. Hammond—Anna's intended, would of course be greatly annoyed by her absence, her dear parents !nue, excuse them—they would hasten to join them the earliest moment at which they were at liberty. Some wine, sweetmeat, and cake were sent up, very unlike the substantial supper they had hoped to take with their dear children and children's children. Orpha was not hungry, she said, but clinging to her grandfather's knee, smoothed his long eilrer hair, and nestling her cheek against his home made coat, than which she had thought, till that night, nothipg could be finer, she fell asleep, thinking in her heart she did not care what any body said, her grandfather was just as good as any one. And she was right—good lit tle Orpha. - Having seen the sled and horses of his new fri,•iel properly cared for, our Atlas traveler made haete to:present himself at Mr.Pettiboue'a, won , leriug how tho.te dimpled cheeks would look out-side the muffled hood. T.) his surprise, he neither saw nor heard any thing of the country people—he feared it was all la dream, and seating himself apart in the shadow lof a curtain, walled minutely all the circum stances of the afternoon. Surely he was not mistaken; we come so much nearer guileless natures the impression they leave upon us is deep er than all the artificial devices in the world are able to leave. He could almost hear the voice of the grandfather Ind see his benignant smile, and no matter at *bat beauty be looked, his eyes could not see it for the dimples of Orpba. He was not long left to his quiet meditations— Mrs Pettibone soon joined, and haviug rallied him on the sentimental seriousness of his mood, protested that it quite baffled her powers to dis sipate; and, having deputed her daughter, Anna, whose skill she hoped would be more effective, she playfully, let us hops not designedly, re tired. To any one except the yonag lady addressed, Mr. Hammuud wuuld have beta delightfully en• tertaitring, but to her he was partioularly upset isfactury--he said not, la short, what she had expe.e him to say Wile ha mob) is the laraiag sad Look 111 50 A YEAR, IN ADVANCE. ERIE, SATURDAY MORNING, NOVEMBER 24,1855, ed about the fine chamber, she could not at first t e ll where she was, and with memory came a strange, sad, home sick feeliag that she had never in her life known till then. Wh en s h e was dres sed in her brows lianasl frock, she looked at her mit is the great looking glass, before her, with painful dissatisfaction. Afterward she seated herself at the window and looked into the cold dreary street. Few persons were stirring yet, for it was early; the snost was driving before the wind iu dismal gusto—all looked strange and dreary, dreary; &pease all she Gould do, the tears kept, dropping sad dropping on her little brown hands, folded together in her lap When the first sunshine touched the window, she held up her handkerchief to dry the tears in its light Why did she blush and smile and tremble all at once? it is sot her own name wrought with bl ac k silk thread that she sees—Richard Hammond is written there in clear black characters. How came she by it? Ah, she remembers now that when she awoke from sleep in the sled last night she found her face covered with a handkerchief —could this have been the one? Richard Hammond rase early too—it wee not hie habit, but that morning he could not sleep— of course he could not imagine why, and the thought came to him that a little exercise before breakfast might be beneficial, and with no defin ed pleivor motive, he bent his steps in the di rection of Mr. Pettibone's house; he saw those tearful eyes at the window, and intuition told him why they bad grown so dim since yesterday, and his heart knocked tumultuously to get out of his bosom and go up to that window and coin fort her. Two hours later he was ringing the bell, and inquiring for Mr. Davidson It was his duty to tell the old gentleman how well his horses were doing and where they were "1 am glad you have come," said the old man, "our folks think they have been in town long enough;" but the light which beamed in his face said very plaily how pleased he, too, was with the prospect of going home "Not to-day, surely," said the young man, but the firmer thought he would get up the hor ses, drive about a little and show his folks the town, and then start home--they would have a full moon to light them, he said, and if they were a little late in getting there, why no mat ter. Mr. Hammond knew the town well, everything that was worth seeing he would be happy to show his new friends, if they would accept his guidance. They could not think of making him such trouble, the old man said, but it was evidently not a trouble; and when, some minutes later, the horses came prancing up to the door, it was Rich ard Hammond who was driving them. Neither Mrs Pettibone nor Anna came near the front door to see their guests go away—they were afraid of the chilly- air of morning; - but what was their astonishment and confusion when on looking from the window, they saw Richard Hammand almost lifting Orpba into the sled, and with a tenderness of manner which they bad ne ver seen in him till then. He saw them—smiled and kissed his hand gayly as they drove off, and the last their won der struck vision saw of hiin he was carefully wrapping the coverlid about .he young girl's feet No, not the last they saw of him—the tollowing winter, looking handsomer sal happier than ever, they °helloed tome him Inuit& only a few boxes from them, at the opera, and beside him, the sunny dimples and lemg4Les L....4..: Tr 1;0.64.0110t half down her swowy clack, • young woman whose beauty was evidently the admiration of the house. "I wonder what Hannah Ind her proud daugh ters thinks of their county' cousin nowt: said grandfather Davidson, as he snuffed the candles and heaped high the fire, tin while his wife pol ishing the silver tea pot, and adjusted the pound cake and custard cups, on the evening "the chil dren" were expected home from their bridal vis it in town. The two pins in the sleeve d the grandmo then black silk dress, were not straiter and brighter than everything else shout the house; and the hearts of the old folks were not happier their own marraige day than when the joyous barking of the watch dog at tht door told them "the children" were come. On the bridge that crosses the Grand Rapids we met a hale old man and his wife, with eleven sons, seven daughters, and thrty-seven grand children, with numerous hones, calves,-sheep and furniture of antiquated appearance; among which were to be seen cradles fot babies, cradles Lir grain, spinning wheels, pots and kettles and almost every thing requisite for a settlement such as fifty blood relations will make in Grand river country. After the train stopped, we made some inquiries, and asked the old gentleman what use could be made of a bottomless jug, which was carefully stowed away among his domestic equip ments, and received the following reply: "Why, sir, lam a man of many years, and have worked other people's land ail my days, and paid from four to nine bushels of wheat per acre for doing it—and have all the time used a jug with a bottom in it, by which all my profits have been wasted, and I was sick of feeding both landlord and rumseller—so I sent seven of my boys to Mexico to fight for their country. They all got back safe, and bought seven sections of land; that will be mine without rent. And now you see that this shall bold all the whiskey and rum that will be used in my whole family while I control them. Old General Taylor told my son John that a jug without a bottom was the best kind of a jug to pat liquor in, and I believe it." "The same author thus describes a field review of these Amazons, which he witnessed: "I was cenducted to a large space of broken ground where fourteen days had been occupied in erecting three immense prickly piles of green bush. These three clumps of piles, of a sort of strong brier or thorn, armed with the most dangerous prieckles, were placed in line, occupying about four hundred yards, leaving only a narrow passage between them sufficient merely to distinguish each clump ap pointed to each regiment. These piles were about seventy feet wide and eight feet high. Upon ex amining them, I could not persuade myself that any human being, without boots or shoes, would under any circumstances, attempt to pass over so dangerous a collection of the most evidently armed plants I had ever seen. "The Amazons wear a blue stripped cotton mutant, manufactured by the natives, and a pair of trousers falling just below the knee; the car tridge box is girded stolid the loins. "'rhe drums and trumpets soon announced the approach of throe or four thousand Anissons.— The Apadomey soldiers (female) made their ap pcarance at about two-hundred yards from or in front of, the first pile, where they halted with shouldered arms. In a few seconds the word for attack was given, and a rush was made forwards 'beyond conception , and in less than one minute the whole body had passed over this immense I pile and taken the supposed town. Each of the other piles were passed with the same rapidity, at intervals of twelve minutes. When a person is killed in bailie, the skin is taken from the heed, and kept as a trophy of valor. I counted 700 scalps pass in this manner. The captain of each ( female) in passing, again preseoted bewares, before his Majesty, and received the lags approval of ties obiadact." The Jug without a Bottom. 1=22121 TALE 13 1 EAST. Take it sexy! USN al kaiak But a laegthased shadow ig dad tie bravo u well as suiersa. Dan sot ma tio-whanir. Abo: Tak• it my—far w-dq All Your plats of wisdom Lay. Tab* it easy! Doom with trettiag Meet your neighbor with a mils; Prom tam rising is to aching, Lire the present all the wlttle. Take it easy! Reeky row Mak• in reference to "now." Take it easy' Whet ti hidden, Or Le wrong--or:wromoth War, it, as a thingforbiddea, Out of which a oaraCtoay grow! Take it easy' Never pry late what will cause. ugh Tak• it easy. D.ily Wales To the meeiter oe its altar,.always burning, Keep the loons* free from gal Take ►t easy! Never few While yeti keep a eoaaciesee Take it easy! j Ever:issaisg " ' To tb. yds of truth had rigid, Hsppin•ss from virtu* gloaming— Pears of mind fr on wisdoms brie's! Take it easy' For at Dist, We is but • sorry :test. A 111181111117P1 SIBMOII sr ♦ ySDSIgLL ■•lT1tI In some sections of the South-west and South, I there are a class of men known as "Hardshell Baptists." Why they claim any kindred with the Baptists we are at a loss to know Their ; distinguishing traits are hatred of all association movements in the church for making the world better; despisers of Missionary, Tempereng, and , Anti-Slavery movements, and especial biers of a learned, "man-made" ministry. To know how to read, for a, minister, with them is the "un pardonable sin " The Reyisier, publshed at Branden, Miss., giver a part of &sermon preach. ed a few weeks since at Water-proofs, not far from Branden, by one of these hard-shellers It is to be regretted that the whole service was not pre- served. The following paragraphs show the spirit of the preacher: "I may say to you my bretheriog that I am not an edecated man, as I am not one of them as bleeves that edecation is necessary fur a gospel minister, fur I bleeve the Lord edecates his preacher just as he wants 'em to be eidecated, and although I say it what oughent to say it, yet , in the State of Indian:ly where I live, that's , no man as gits a bigger congregation nor what I glut. Thar may be some here to-day, my breeth eren, as don't know what persuasion I am uv Well, I may say to you my brew heren, that I i am a Hardshell Baptist. There's some folks as I don't like the Hardshell Baptists, but I'd ruth. j er have a bard shell than no shell at all. You see me here to day my breetheren, drest up in I fine close; you moat think I was proud, but I tun not proud, my breetberen, and although I've been a preacher of the Gospel for twenty years and although I'm caring of that fiat boat that lies at yure landing, I'm not proud my breether ing I'm not (wine to tell you edauckly what my I I teat mi., tb fnnn.4ch• tt to ;^ )0•1111 of the Bible, an you Ti l findi t somewhat atweeti the first chapter of the book of Generations and the last chapter of the book of Revolutions, and if you'll go and Batch the scriptures as I have %arched them, you'll not only find my tea that, i but you'll find a great many other taxes as will do i you good to read, an my tee, when you find it, you shall find to read thus: "And he played on a harp of a thousand strings —sperits of just men made perfeck." My tea, breethering, leads me to speak uv sperits. Now that's a great many kinds of sperits in the world—in the fust place, that's the sperits as sum folks call ghosts, then that's the sperits of turpen time and then thar's the sperits as some folks call licker, an I've got as good an artikel of them kind of sperits on my fiat boat as ever was fotched down the Mississip pi River; but that's a great many other kinds of sperits, for the tea see: "He played an a harp of a thousand strings—sperits of just men made perfeek." Buti'll tell you the kind of sperits as is meat in the tea is fire. That is the kind of sperite ss is meat in the tea, my breethering. Now that's a great many kinds of fire in the world. In the Net place thar's the common sort of fire you liter a cigar or pipe with, and then that's cam-fire, fire before yure reddy, and fall back; and many other kinds of fire, for the tea sea. "He played on a harp of a thousand strings—sperits nv just men made perfeck." But I'll tell you what kind of fire is went in the tea, my breethering—it's hell fine.' an that's the kind uv fire as a great many nv you'll cum to, ef you don't do better nor what you have been doin'—for "He played on a harp uv a thousand strings—the sperits of just men made perfeek." Now the different sorts nv fire in the world may be likened to the different persuasions tie Christians in the world. In the fast place we have the Piscipalians; and they are a high Bailin' and a high falutin set, and they may be likened into a turkey buzzard that lies up into the air, and he I goes up and up till he looks no bigger than your I finger nail, and the fust thing you know, he cams down and down, and is finite himself of the kar t kiss uv a dead hoes by the side nv the road—and I"He played on a harp of a thousand strings— sperits of just men made perfeek." And then my breethering, that's the Priebe terians, they may be likened unto a fox sittin' ,at the mouth up his hole. He sits than all the ' day long with a solemn faoe, and you would think he never stole a chicken in all the days uv his life, but the fust thing you see nv him ef you watch him at night, is that you find him in the hen-house making the feathers fiy, just like the Prisbeterian; who thinks he may sin as much ' as he pleases, for he says "once in grace always in grsoe"—for though you see the tez ses "He played upon a harp nv a thousand strings," the Prisbeterian always plays on this one for his key note. And that's the Methodis', and they may be likened unto the squirrel, running up into a tree, for the Methodis bleeves in gwine on from one degree ur grace to another, and anally on to per feksbun, and the sqirrel goes up and down he Gums kerhmmnz, and that's like the Methodis,' they are allers fallin' from grice, ah'.--and "He played on a harp ny• a thousand strings—sperits ar just men made perfeek." And, then my breethering, that's the Baptists, eh'. and they her been likened unto a possum on a 'lemon tree, and the thunders may roll, and then the earth may quake, but the possum Wisp there still, eh: And you may shake one ken boss, and ibe other's that, and you may shake all het loose, and be laps his lail 'rotted the hat', aid he clings furever—for "He played on a harp ur a Aos sand striage—spisrits ur jut men mile perfeck." Here the reporter could no longer contain himself, and his notes became entirely unintel- ligible. as. The fellow who slept sada the "owns sight," ocesphuss that he eases saw fit. The Bride of Zorn Mend A peculiarly strange and romantic little is land, says the S U. /Veeywne, is that 'slept Horn, situate in the Gulf of blexioo, about twelve or fourteen miles from Paecagoula. On the island, surrounded by the waters, old Harry Waters lives and flourishes with his family.— Harry, however, is not the hero of our tale so much as Harriet, hie daughter, is our heroine. Harriet is a beauty without paint—one of n* tare's own unsophisticated children. Of art, science and philosophy, she knows no more than did the ancient daughters of the Pascagoula, and to the rigid rules of fashion she is even lase a slave than they were. Roaming around the is land, and swimming and tisitiug in the blue waters of the half , were her constant pastimes; and if, "beauty unadorned" be indeed most adorned, her adornments were certainly of a perfect order Her hair, innocent of comb, spread over.ber sun browned shoulders like a mantle, and no other garment did she wear save one loose robe of un bleached cotton. With the gaudy streamers of arthilic vanity, and Cumbrous ink, that, with its rustliag sound, Makes proud i t arab that !rears it." she was wholly unequainted They were to her like the stars, things of beauty, far, far beyond her island world, and she could not comprehend them She had peen the tarn, afar off though they were, but earth's "glittering gew•gaws" she bad never seen; and, if anything, she knew more cf the stars than of the gewgaws, fur she watched alone at night, as along the island's marge she strayed, listening to the ceaseless melody. Nut wilder than she was the untamed steed of the Arabian deserts, and not freer from guile was the rose of, Sharon A strange wild girl was Harriet The island of Horn is but seldutn visited by those who live or; the main land, and Harriet, of eoutNe, had seen but little of life, if we except the life of her father's herds, life in her father's boat, and life pisoatonal In a skiff she was the perfect lirace Marling, and in the water a mermaid Old Harry, the father, is a rough, strange, whiskey-loving wight; her mother, a stout, stnught, careleas woman; and little Harry, her brother, but a plaything. Such at least, was the case two years. ago, when Harriet uuexpectedly became a bride It so happened that a jolly old wag belonging to the city, with a plethoric purse and an ample corporation, while cruising at midsummer for the benefit of his health and the enjoyanent of fresh fish and oysters, turned his pruiellorn Island ward. lie had with him, in the capacity of cook, railer, and servant generally, a "broth of a boy," with a moot persuasive brogue; and as he stayed on the Islam/ several days, his Patrick and old Harry's Harriet became quite partial to each other Now, as our friend, the wag, had plenty o f whi,key, thin fur ban served as an open sesame to the ancient Harry's good graces, and the time passed pleasautly enough, being rendered golden by tender and spiritual sympathies Each day the wag would get up a foot-race, he entered Pat trick, and old Harry entered Harriet, and such fun was never seen as turned up Li tween the betters and the racers Thece racer, were of a ,otnewhat amphibious character, being one day terrestrial and the other aquaceou.a. For fleet of foot as H irriet wa, on the laud, she could only make a "tie" at best with Patrick; but in the water Patrick couldn't hold a candle to her i L- V 7-L i iPant 'at7iCCl4igetiui rim tnnorn itg he paraded al: his implements of war on the table of hl:4 tenceueut, and summoned Tim lovers to appear in his presence They came; and Pat rick, when he ?..kw the fearful array of weapons, and the atsr chamber couuteU:1111:1• Ot the paternal judge, trembled from Loud to toot, and Lia heart trued within him "What are your preiensions to that g.il your" inquired Hurry "I'd many her, suid Pat, "if I was nhly a citizen: but I hav,-n•t got my papers I , UI )et, sour " what tiu,inesq had ) mar r when )ou 5111 ' 1 a CltlZt 11 " quernd , ••uut citiz. a n r uo eitizi u, y iu -halt iusn7 her, by thunder' Patrick said tie would, it Le lutist; but a stout Norwegian, who rushed in at the inullieLlt, swore by the gods tit his fathers Coat he shouidn't "Hi," quoted the Norwegian, who 'was known among the eysterineu of the Gult in Peter, and who sometimes paid clandestine visits to the is land, "Hi lulus Harriet minesell, Land mine poat and my heart hi :gibs to her Hoysters hie nice, put no more nice his Harriet, and iliiiphins, wen you catches dem, his party-. but uot purty has she is Ho, mine Inlay Harriet, rush to thine Peter's harms:" Old Harry, Harriet and Patrick were all star tled by the theatrical and earnest wanner in which Peter delivered and after certain explanations were made, the ease was submitted to the fair one herself. She Innocently observed that if she had to get married she would as soon hate Peter as• any body. She had been on boalli of his boat many a time when her father knew nothing ah,ut it; and as for Pat there, he was well enough to run races and swim with, but that's all she eared about him. Such, in substance, a ere Har riet's remarks Old Harry, seeing how things were going, swore that it was all right, and administered to each a horn of whiskey In honor to the coming nuptials, sod after this Harriot did indeed rush to her Peter's harms Our obese friend's pleasure yacht was called in to requisition to take the wedding party to Biloxi, where the nuptial knot was to be tied; and a queerer party never set out on such a mission The bride was arrayed in a coarse fact, my wrapper, with neither bonnet to her head nor shoes to her e teet; but she showed no consciousness of ally Imo perfection, or want of completeness to her bridal habiliments. She was clad in a robe of native innocence, and was as tree from hypocrisy as the cooing dove. 'When the party arrived at Biloxi, some city ladies took it upon themselves. to put the bride in a more fashionable trim, and while they were preparing her dress, she was amusing herself with an socordeon she bad picked up, and wondering at her image in the hotel mirror. Eventually her long locks were combed out and put into form, rings were placed on her fingers, and white raiment on her person, and when she looked into the glass again, she hardly knew her self. She was then led to the altar sad she and Peter became "one flesh." Time would fail us to tell how the bride and groom were aeoompsnied back to the Island kw- our fat friend and a number of city ladies, and bow the wedding fete was kept up amid fan ind frolic for many a day and night. Long may the descendants of Peter and Harriet flourish on .florn Island. Beation's -History. The New York Evening Pbst publishe+ nth er ehapter of the forthoumig history of the Hon Thomas H. Benion. It purports to be au ex planaties of avast intrigue, by which Minis Vau Berea vas ousted out of s somistation far the Pesisideney is 1844. Waehingten was the head quarters of the conspirators; !tightly they met, sad in darkness they concocted their tames; they had entisearies everywhere to push on se- MALY MA iiemVas It was a -War sgivi Arse .2_,s*.ugli B. F. SLOAN, 'EDITOR. plot to chestAltr4 le oat of their ehoise he the office of 13•1047, The ill opinion of meg-, kind oasts a WI iNiktjt pre, the historical ings of Benton. The mold pommemPlece settees of men cover, in his eatimeitied;sidte-lhervemis leg, sinister designs. It liairsikfradebedlassi criminal in men who preferred made e.: t„ to Van Buren for the office of Presideoloalt, adopt measures to carry ont their views. rt was criminal to defeat the aspirations of the Sii oT Lindenwold. As to cheating the people, that is all nommass. The result showed how little the people eared for Mr. Vsn Buren. A few politicians, interested personally in his success—expecting Ave and spoils if their favorite could be esti/led—felt very much aggrieved, no doubt. They were ill used individuals, and bad a perfect right- Its be indignant, and the rest of mankind had a sight to laugh at their disappointment Van Burro was set aside, and the people were satisfied.' Subse quent events have shown that those who debuted 144. Buren deserve the thanks of the txmatty. Be hair proud that be did not deserve the oonfidenas a party once reposed in him. Mr. 13enton ■s likewise been an ill used indi vidual His talents, and still greater services have not-been appreciated, and be is not plateful about it. His gloomy suspicions And dark de signs and purposes in me* who would decline to support such great and good men as Van Bunn and Benton Lea isrille Demorrat. The Amazon, of Africa. - - "In Dahomey, a considera,ble portion of the national troops consist of artnd,and disciplined females They are know as b%g royal women, strictly and watchfully kept from any communi cation ,with men, and peen' have been trained through discipline and tho force of co-operation to the accomplishments of the enterprises from which the tumultuous warriors of a newe army woultl shrink A late English author (Duncan) says, "I have seen them, all well armed, and generally due, strung, and healthy women, sal doubtless capable of enduring great fatigue They seem to use the long Dutch rise with as much ease as one of our grenadiers does his Ilrelock, but not, of course, with the same qnieknes t as they are not trained to any particular ostracise; but, on receiving the word, make an attempt like a pack of hounds, with great swiftness. Of coarse, they would be useless against disciplined troops, if at all approaching to the same numbers Still, their appearance is more military than the gm erality of the men, and if undertakings oaimpaign, I shall prefer the female to the male soldiers of this coon try Double-Headed Himiooism. Hon Mr. Slidell, the United. States Senator from Louisiana, in replying to an invitation to be present at the Democratic festival at Baltimore, thus shows up the inconsistency of Know-Noth ingism: "Look at Massachusetts: there abolitionism, religious persecution, and the most galling sp tem of social esponiage and despotism, under the garb o temperaoce,go hand in head. Prom the pulpi , instead of the meek and persuasive tones of e istirn pastors, including the pare and an pret "ling morality of the Gospel, peace of Part and good will towards men, are hurled the defiant and angry denunciations of wily dams- 1 gogues and excited partisans. May God long avert the day when the monstrous combiaatios of eauloi l ic:, shall thid faver with the masses iii the American people! There the 1,10(1 anti-Ne brat•ka preachers thunders forth their anathema against the abominations of the lewd woman at Bahylou, the type of the Scarlet Prodtittaid or Rome. But what say their affiliated lodges in Louisiana, where Catholic form so large a con stituency? They "rear as gently as sucking doves " There, fkitsooth. opp , sltion to,Catholi cisui is nu part of the Know Nothing creed.— They asset boldly, and attm a p t to prove, that religious proscription is not une of the watch words of their order They aPPt'l to their tick et. and p 4nt complacently to their 6.„ c . 4 „,..v . dufrsjur Got , rll ,, r,ireutcnerrst (iut•roo, - , ..0i trea• purr as euoclubive rt.tuatidt: of the bascle...., a m ,. der... Thus it seems that whilst the Hindoos of . Mts, saihusetts appoint to..rish committees to ransack ate apartments in Catholic female seminaries, and in.nit the lady toachers, their brethern of I. , ukianti select Catholics iny their candidates for the high, st offices in the State: and why? balsam a majoraty ut the pet)* f Luat.iana are Catho lic., awl they wish to secure their votes! There never was n more corrupt and despiceable order than the Ku,w Nothings.— ifu.h Union Little Tommy Does not this simple story remind the reader of some other little Tommy wbotas sanctified a trifle by the tuagic hib tvueh and left it to be -cherished as- a priceless thine , It is from the Charleston Ne,r4; Whilst passing rapidly up King street, we saw a little boy sitting on 44, curb-stone lie was ap parently about 5 ur li years old and his well e.,mbed Lair, ckau Lauds and lack, bright though well p..‘tghyd apron, and whole appearance indi cateu that he was the child of a loring,Though indigent mother As we looked at him closely, we were struck with the heart-broken expreamon of ha countenance, and the mark of recent tests on hid cheek So, yielding to an impulse which always leads tit to r ympathtse with the joys or sorrows of the little oyes, we stopped, and putting's, head spas his head, asked what was the matter? Re re. plied by holding up hi, open hand, in which we oeheld the fragments of a broken toy—a figure of a cow "Oh' is :hat en —well, nurer mind it. Slop into the nearest toy-shop and buy another"-.-4ad we dropped a fourpenee 'molds hand"—euad tbst will buy one, will it not?" • "Oil, yes," replied be, bursting into a pato:, ism of grief, "brit this was little Tommy's, and he's dead!" We gave 'nun the last piece of silver we pewee sed, but had it been gold, we doubt if he would have noticed it more than he did the silver The wealth of the world could not have supplied the vacancy that the breaking of that toy bad left in his little unsophisticated heart. P*ratac's WAEWRORIL —At s sale of furni ture which took place in a country town, alums the lookers on were a few 'lrish laborers, and up on a trunk being put up f r sa;e, one of thee said to hie neighbor: "Pat, I think ye should buy that trusk " "Au . what should I do with ►t'. " ' said Pat, with some degree of a"t•toe.hment. "Put your clothes io it," was his adviser's reply. Pat peed upon him with a look of surprise, and thee with that Laconic eloquence which is peculiar to a goo of the Emerald Isle, exclaimed, "An' go naked"' . v tav CoN,iimitArx.--The t'uitt J SurTie, (3 7 0.:et1e Asys: ' ,, However muth the authorities deserved NW; sure for their segleit of the troops at the tam pup, they are nowdetertamed to supplyesery. 'Wag that may be required. At the = time there are two very elegant black waiting at the Tower to be shipped for Saw topes' NUMBER SS.
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