H G JOURNAL, 1 DctotcV to rites at iiitteittnence, atibertiotits, Votttteo,7Litecatttre, Storalitg, Mrto, , ciestreti,2llgricttittivr,ainttocincitt, tie. 'cr)Ll. IZZM D s*(x)Q sza.. PUTILTEIRED BY THEODORE H, CRENIER. Rl:Pcstrz.uraas. The "JOVUNAL" will be published every Wed. 6esday morning, at $2 00 a year, if paid in advance, and if not paid within six months, $2 50. No subscription received for a shorter period than six months, nor any paper discontinued till all ar rearages are paid. Advertisements not exceeding one equate, will be inserted three times for $1 00, and for every subse quent insertion 25 cents. If no definite orders are given as to the time an advertisement is to be continu ed, it will be kept in till ordered out, and charged ac t.sordingly. ' Wnio 130110 C. Clear the way for Harry Clay. Tons—What has calmed this great commotion. What has caused this agitation, Tation, Cation, our foes betray, It is the ball a rolling on, To clear the way for Henry Clay, To clear the way for Henry Clay, For with him wo can beat any man, man, Man of the Van Buren clan, For with him we can beat any man. Mechanics cry out for protection, 'Tection, 'tection, and bless the day That set the ball a rolling on To clear the way for Henry Clay, To clear the way for Henry Clay, For with him, &c. The merchants my there'll be no money, Money, money, their debts to pay, Until the ball that's rolling on, Had cleared the way for Henry Clay, For with him, &c. The farmers say there'll he no market, Market, market, for cattle or hay, Until the ball that's rotting on Has cleared the way tin Henry Clay, For with him, de..c. Prom all professions comes the cry, Cry, cry, speed the day, When this good ball that's rolling on, Shall clear the way fur Henry Clay; For with him, &c. The great, the small, the short, tho tall, Tall, tall, shall heave away To keep this ball a tolling' on, And plant the way fur Iteo,y allay, For with him, &c. Let honest locos 'Mind from under, Under, under, without delay, Join in with no to roll the ball, That clears tho way for Henry Clay, For with him, &c. We see the ladies on us smiling, Smiling, smiling, in their sweet way, One word from them would be enough, For Polk or Clay to clear the way— We know they'll give that word for Clay, For with him, &c. We've spread our banner to the breeze, Breeze, breeze, and it shall stay Until the ball that's rolling on, Has cleared the way for Henry Clay, For with him, &c. Come all ye true hearted patriots rally, Rally, rally, your strength display, Doubt not tho ball that's rolling now Shall clear the way for Henry Clay, Shall clear the way for Henry Clay, For with bins, &c. harry and Home Protection. TONS -Rosin the Batt,. Come all ye bold lands of '4O, Who rallied 'round Tippecanoe, And giro us your hearts and your voices, Fur Harry the noble and true. Come show the whole world that our spirit Is up again, "sartain and sure ;" And push right ahead for our Harry, Great Harry--the honest and pure. Come forth, ono and all, to the battle, Determined the country to savo; And strike for the Farmer of Ashland, For Harry, the great and the brave. A leader is he who ne'er failed us, So now wo will give him our beat; Then shout for tho friond of Home Labor, The patriot, Hal of the West. For Pratechon he ever has struggled— His coat you will find it home-made : lie goes dead against the starvation That comes with one sided free trade, So for home, and home's friend let's huzza, And never give over the fight, Till the corporal's guard and the Locos, Are put to inglorious flight. We're engaged for the war, and well go it!' You need'nt believe we'll back out! For the flag of bold Harry is flying, And Harry and Home,' we will shout! For Harry's the name we delight in— O'or mountain and plain let it flow; For as true tut you live, if we falter, To ruin we surely must go. Ca The young gentlemen of New Orleans are about to hold an ' indignation' meeting to repudiate the use of sun shades—the grievance being that the ladled, the handsome ones in particular, use them in such a way as to completely hide their faces when walking the streets. cc)" For home consumption, es the incendiary maid, vim they asked him what he was put in prison fort UICIOMLLANEOTTEI. MAJOR JONES AND MR, CLAY' cj.To our mind there is about as much fun in the following letter addressed to the editor of the 'Southern Miscellany;' as in any thing we have read for many a day. If our readers laugh as hear tily as we did over the Major's report of his experi ence, the state of their health will be decidedly im proved. 'rho author of Maj. Jones' letter is one of the richest humorists of the day.-1V 0. Tropic. LETTER FROM MAJOR JONES. Prirtvins, April 3, 1844. . __ _ To Col. Hanleiter:— DEAR But :-If the world was to come a tend now, if all creation was to burst up, as old Miller wants it to, and the whigs and lokyfokys was all to be fried up into one eturnal stew, I would'nt die with out one consolation, as the old woman sad—l've seed and shuk hands with Mr. Clay ! But I suppose you would like to hear about it, especially as he did'nt come to your town. Well the fact is, I was in a perpect awivit ever sense Mr. Clay arriv in Georgia for fear I mouglent git a chance to see him. Mary was'nt well enough to go with me and all of 'em was 'posed to my lea vin home. But Mary's a right clever gal atter all and after I reasoned thepint with her, and svvaded her a little, she gin her consent, providin I would promise to go rite ;trate down to Augusty, and come rite back, without gwine to no partys or balls or any die!' doing. I don't know wether she was more fraid of my morals or charms of them Augusty galls, but she was more monstrous particular about my mix. en with'em much. Be that as it mough t, she has'nt got nothin to fear from them or any other galls— though 'tween you and me, thor is some monstrous garly looking creatures in Augusty. But to proceed—the galls had my Sunday fixing all done up and ready for me by Monday mornin, and I sot out for Augusty bright and early. At first I woe monstrous fraid I mought loose my way, !it fore I got in fifty milea of the city all I had todo wasjest to follor the crowd. It seemed like the whole country W. movin to one point—all gwine to see Mr. Clay. i arriv in the city about noon on Tuesday, and arch a sigth I never expect to see sight. Men and wimin, nails and boys, niggers and all, was dross.-.. 1 no within art inch of their lives. and running througn .....-.e Mr. Clay. Banners was flying, horses was rearM, carriages was *Win, niggers hollerin and children squalin 'in every direction. My horse was worse scared than I was, and what upon yearth to do wills him I did'nt know. I could'nt see no swingin signs and one house looked jest as much like a tavern a s the rest. The only chance - .• l ,lvas to inquire—so I axed the lust good looking man I seed where the tavern was. Ses he, what house do you want to stop at I' The tavern,' ses I. 'Well,' ses he, titer's several taverns, but I neon they're all full by this time—you had better put your horse in the Livery Stable and look for a house af terwards. Enny way,' ses I, 'so I can get a chance to see Mr. Clay.' The man pointed me to a stable whar I loft my horse, and the next thing I done was to ax when Mr. Clay would be in town. The gentleman pulled out his watch, and ses he, Mr. Clay will be in the city in about three quarters of a ower. Wall; ses mister, do toll me where I can ace him; .110 is to bo received at the city Hull,' yes he, pintin down to a thunderin grate big 'midden with a woman on the top holdin a now fashioned pair of stillyarda in her hands- 4 ho will be conducted rite titer as soon as he rives in town.' Thank you, air,' sea I, and away I split for the City Hall. When I got that, may be thur went a crowd of people on the benches, and all in the lot, and on the fences and every whar, as far as I could see. I was bent on genii . ' a good place, so I could see and hear—so I crowded in among 'em till I got rite up to a tree in front of the portico whar they said Mr. Cloy wasgwine to stand. The crowd looked mon. drone anxious, jest like they were dreadful hung ry and was waitin for their dinners.—The sun was monstrous hot, and the galls begun to get terrible tired holdin their parasols over their faces, and kep all the time axin the gentlemen what time it was. Bimeby, whow-o-o-o, went the eanuon—' oh! tie's comin !' see the galls--4 hurrah !' shouted the men. Then such a rumples !—the cannon kep firin a way as fast as it could—the people shouted—the wimin talked—the children squalled, and the crowd came rushing into the yard like a mill tail. People on foot and on horses, and in carriages and stages, and all sorts of ways, till they raised such a dust that I could hardly ace the liberty pole not morn fifty yards off. The people all got on the seats with their feet, and every body's neck was stretched out to see Mr. Clay. Dymeby, sure enough, here he came in an open carriage, with his hat oil, mili tia and bowin to the people. Then the' was a shout that almost made my heart jump out of my mouth, and lots of people looked like they was gwine to cry for joy, when they saw the glorious old HARRY OF THE WEST' walk up the steps of the porch with the same bold strate up and down manly stride, ' which carried him through his long and glorious public life. L.PenQ, „ The committee was all around him with thcr bluy ribbons in their button holes, and looked like they thought it was 4 glory enough for one day' to wait on such a chief. They tuck hint into the house to give hint a chance to got a little breath and to brrsh the dust off his clothes, and then they brims him out on the steps to receive the welcome of the pro. ple. Col. Cumming made a speech to him whirls was jest the very thing. He did'nt put nothin in it that did'nt sound well to say to a man's face, and pinted out titer effect upon the prosperity of the country, in such a way 88 to leave no doubt upon his mind as to the opinion entertained of his course by the people of Georgia. I kep my eyes on the old feller while he was bow in under the compliments and praises that Was heap ed upon him in that speech, and watched the faces of the people, covered with smiles and heamin with gratitude and love to the man whose life had been spent in their service, end I could'nt help but think ' what a bominable shame it is that such a fame and popularity as his can never he gained nil a man gits so old he can't enjoy it. What a pity it is that Statesmen can't adopt the cash system, like the noes. papers, and git titer pay in advance, fore they git so old they haint got no use for it. But that's the way grate men must give 'emselves hart end soul to titer country, to be cussed and persecuted by their mut inies all their lives, only to have justice don 'em in the evenin of titer days, or when they're in their graves. I'd rather Nye on the plantation with Ma ry, and take care of my children and raise pigs and chickens than be the biggest public man the sun e ver shone upon. When Col. Cumming was done, Mr. Clay an swered his speech. He spoke above an hour and a half, and I recon you !nought have heard a grass hopper mere in any part of the yard—the people wis so quiet. Every eye was loolcin at him, and every ear and Mouth was open to drink in Iris word. It would take the whole Miscellany' to hold his speech, but it's impossible for me to tell you what he sed. But whar's the use of my tryin to dscribe Mr. Clay's speech / Every body knows tl.e sun ain't to be beat for brightness when it shines, and every body knows that Henry Clay as a orator is jest as much a siinrnon over common men as the sun is over the little stars that twinkle in the heavens. Bless you, Colonel, he pleases every body—lokyfo icys and all—and I don't belie,:e that tbre was a personn Pg ß ' i gi e o lt lcl :and loteeho, Ugr=,.aino., who did't after hearing him go over his political life, and give his opinions, and his reasons, on all the important political subjects now before the coun try—go home satisfied that Ire was the greatest, honestcst and beet patriot in the country. Atter the speech Mr. Clay went to his lodging, and! tuk a stroll through the city to try to find a tavern. Broad street, as they coil it, was full of people all talkin 'bout Mr. Clay—every one was a praisin him, and talkin 'bout his speech. I made out to git in the Globe Hotel, and put my name on the book at the bar. In a few minutes a feller came up to nie and ses he, 'I presume this is Major Joseph Jones, of Pine v illol' .Yes,' sea I, that's my name.' My nano is Peleg,' sea ho, holdin out his hand, I ern glad to see you, Major,' ses he. 'How is your family and the baby I' All well, I thank you, sir,' sos I—' The same to you.' But I 'epos° he had no family, he did'nt say nothin. Bymeby in comes some more fellers, and Mr. Peleg introduced 'ern all to use ; and such anoth er lot of Pelegs I never heard of before— they're more plenty in Augusty than the Thompson's is in Madison. There was John Peleg, and Samuel Pc leg, and James Peleg, and Peter Peleg, and Seth Peleg, and the Lord only knows how many, nearly every other man I got 'quainted with was a Peleg. After supper, I went down to the Bloody Six hundred Club meeting, at the City Hall. I tell you what now, Colonel, them's a nest of Coons for you. I don't believe Augusty 'lt fall into the hands of the lokyfokys agin so long as ther's ono Bloody Six Hundred left. There's spunk and activity enough among 'ens to supply the whole state. They're the same fellers that raised the very stones of Augusty in mutuny in 1840, and the treachery of old Tyler hain't had no more effect on them than a black frost one ingion bed. We had two first rate speeches from Mr. Toombs and Mr. Stephens. You know Mr. Stephens has had the terrible misfortune to take rather diarent views of the Constitutional law from Mr. Stiles and the other lokyfoky representatives of Whig Georgia in Congress. Ho touched on that eubject in his speech. He told the Bloody Six Hundreds that he had attempted to defend the Con stitution of the country, and ax'd 'am if they would stand by hiss and sustain him in such a course ! and I reckon if the pious Mr. Stiles could have heard the response that burst from the lips of every man in the room, he would begin to think it was time to save his prayers for himself, and let Mr. Stephens' conscience take care of itself. The next day I looked about through the town; and the fact is, Augusty is a right smart chance of a city. But I think the people that first sot it out was rather large between the eyes, and made most too big calculations of its growth. The streets is monstrous wide, and the houses is drilled along the sides of 'em, at considerable distance apart, except in some parts of Broad street where the soil seems to be a little better and the buildings grow tolerably thick. I hays* got room in this letter to tell you half the wonders I seed, and in fact I was so much took up with M. Cloy that I didn't take much no tice of any thing else. At noon I welt to the Masonic Ilan and was in troduced to Mr. Clay. When I gin him my hand see I Mr. Clay, I'm monstrous glad to sce you in Georgia, sir. I pipe your thrivite, sea I. Thank you :Major,' says ho, thank you sir— how is your bab! !' Right plert, thank you,' says I, 'and the most surprisenest chill in Georgia—he's a perfect coon, says I. That's the eglit stock Major,' says he, 'give my respects to Mlll Jones, and tell her I hope—' but before Mr. Cloy could get it out somebody tuck ine by the coat tail, and says he, give way, Major,' and the first thing I knowed I was crowded away into tother ecrul of the room by the lams that was trying to get at Mr. Clay. Byemby they got a ring around him, and then every body had a fair show- in. Lokyfokys and all came up and sheok the old man's hand in poi , hearty fashion, and I don't be lieve there war a man left in tho room that didn't like the old coon better than he did when ho went in. There's something about him that draws one to him and that makes one feel perfectly familiar al though we feel that we are in the presence of a great man. He's monstrous ugly, if you go to sitTerin out his features as you would common people's— but for all lint, he's the best looking man I ever saw. His mouth is like an overseer's wages, ex tentlin from one year's rend to totlier, but when he speaks you woultnit have it any smaller if you could. It sterns like nature made it so a purpose to give free vent to the patriotic emotions of his no ble genious—his broad forehead looks like the front view of the Temple of Wisdom, and all his features bespeak him the noblest work of God—an honest man ! The next morning I was gettin ready to go homo when one of the numagers biting me a ticket to the Ball. What to do I did'ot know. I didn't want to be imperlight to the gentleman, who invited me, and did'nt want to make a fuss at home ; and I know'd if I went to n hall Mary would pout about it for a week. But the Pelegs waded me, and being it was a partieula, occasion, and I was'nt gwine to dance, I twain ii to go. Well, I staid /ill Thursday night, and 'bout nine o'clock I went to the ball room. When I went in, I could'ut help feelin a sort o'queere. Every thing etti bright—the room war so blazin light and every could'nt shut my mouth, and my hands were never so mueh in my way before in my life. I felt mon strous awkward, and the room was so full that I could'nt turn round 'thout trampin on somebody's toes. Mr. Clay was in the midst of 'em, promenadin as they called it, shakin hands and talkin to the galls. Every now and then some of the managers would call for a cotillion, then the niggers would strike up the musick and the whole croud seemed to be dancin at once. Then they would say gentlemen, take partners for a promunade,' then they would all walk about and talk to one another, jest as if they was per fectly at home, and it was morn I could do to keep out of the way of the galls, I did'nt know any of 'em, and I was sort o'fraid of 'em—not because I thought they was any prettier than Mary, (for the fact is, I did't see any that we, as handsome us she is) but they was dressed so fine. Notwithstandin every thing went on without confmion, there was a good deal of bustle in the room. Some of the galls bad mor'n there share, which made 'cm take considerable mere room than was necessary when they was dancin. I was standin lookin at 'em, when ono of the Pelegs came up to me, and ses ho, Major, can you tell mo why bustles is like a popular novel?' I considered a little and see, I don't know 'thout it is 'cause they're very interestin.' On, no,' ses he, it's cause they're fiction foun ded on fact!' Away went Peleg, and fust thing I knowed every body was lookin at me for laughin so loud. I straitened up my countenance as well as I could and went to tothor tend of the room. 'Bout 'lawn o'clock the music struck up a march and all of 'em begun to go up stairs. I axed Mr. Pcleg if the show was over. Oh no,' ses he, they're jest gwino to feed the animals. Take my arm Major, ses he, 'and allow me to show you to the sipper room.' ' Thank you,' sea I, and we wont with the crowd till we got up stairs, whar ono of the managers was standin. 'Ladies walk in—gentlernen walk back,' see he. Walk in, Major—the invited guests will sup at the first table with the ladies. Well, in I went. Thar was Mr. Clay and five or six other gentlemen, with 'bout three hundred ladies standin round the tables oaten. I tell you what, that tapper room banged cnny thing I ever seed in all my born days before, I never thought thee was so many good things to eat in the world. If you be lieve me, there was no crud to 'cm. There was all kinds of substantial, such as hog meat, turkeys, chickens, ducks, birds, oysters, and ull kinds of cakes and jellies and pickles and preserves, great big sugar houses, and cake houses that would take a regiment of soldiers to destroy 'em in a month. I lost my appetite jest looking at the wiunnin eat, but I drunk a cup of mighty good Cake, and eat a few mouthfulls jest for appearance salvo, and after gittin a piece of cake for Mary and Some candy for the baby, from the lady Globe, I went to the nigger what took care of the hats, got my hat and went back to the hotel. The next morning cut for home• I found 'cm all well home, and Mury sea, twin as Pit was Mr. Clay's Ball, and I didn't dance with any of the gala, and 'specially as I brought home a new frock for her and a pretty ono for the baby, she won't be mad with mo for going. No more front your friend till death. JOS. JONES. My First and Last Love Affair. Ili WILLIAM RURNS: I believe the admission general that no boy pas. see his nineteenth year without having experienced at least one tender and eternal (of course) passion, and that very few girls get fairly through their six teenth year scathless of a romantic love. The ten der sentiment is peculiar to the teens, and is some thing like the mumps and the measles—it comes only once in a life-time. Just as I was entering the last half of my nine teenth year, (it matters not how long ago that was) and beginning to think of whiskers, tobacco anti other modern evidences of manhood, I fell most desperately in love. I knew at the time that it was the maddest thing in the world to voluntarily yield myself up to a passion, which is very cleverly cari catured by French cooks, when they put a live fowl before a slow fire and roast it gradually, for the pur pose of swelling the heart; but show me a youth who listens to reason—if he has any--when his head, heart and other fixine are in a broil of ten derness,devotion and romance, and I will confess that I was a greater fool than the majority of my sex and age. The , COUTEIi of my love' ran smoothly enough for some time—but this did not deceive me—l knew I should get to the rapids and whirlpools too soon for my own comfort. I was like the drunken Indian in the canoe above the Falls of Niagara—l just took long draughts of delicious nectar, and al lowed the little shallop of my fate to take its own way, and make the isn't bargain it could with the treacherous waves. My gentle resignation, howe ver, did not make my sufferings the lighter; the crisis came—l stool on the edge of the precipice— I looked pitiously around for help—l shrieked in ' the most pathetic end romantic tones—but it wouldn't do, over I went into the maddening flood. I felt for an instant it was till a j b with me—and then there was a blank. When I awoke again I found myself in bed-- leg u weak and very wretched. The doctor told me • • • • - brain, but that a rheumatic fever had stepped in in stead. What a cold bath to romance! I who was dying of broken heart to be labelled rheti matte— I hated the man feom the moment and swore to be revenged, and I kept my oath—his bill is unreerip. led yet. My young readers—and •I am writing now espe cially to them—will know what the foregoing means, without further explanation ; but least somc sour, crabbed old maid, or fussy old bachelor should accuse me of putting nonsense in type, I will just add in plain terms, that after a most tender season of love, which commenced in the warm months and lasted till the cold, I was very politely informed by a very polite mother, that I was a wild rake, an unprincipled libertine, mad that * fille looked up , nu my attentions to her daughter with displeasure.— Hero was a dumper! I a rake! who had th,T , 1 1 dared to read certain chapters in the old testament fur fear of knowing more than a modest young :nun should! I a libertine who had never looked in o lady's face without blushing! The charge aston ished me—tho virtuous Surface, with less reason, was not more indignant—but astonshment and in dignation did no good— both ended, Us I said before, in rheumatism. When I recovered, a most devoted friend of the parties handed me a pretty three comerednote, the seal of which, white wax, of course, represented two hearts very barbarously run through with an ugly lookingskewer. It (the note, not the skewer) was from my own one, and was full of tender terms broken hearts,' 'crushed of blighted hopes,' poignant regrets,' undying love,' &e. &c. &c.; every body knows how these strong expres. gond are sprinkled in. The P. 8. put new life in me. It ran thus— " Love laughs at locksmiths. Come to my win dow that looks into the little garden, at to o'clock to night. In scaling the wall look out for the bro ken glass that is embedded on the top, and don't for get to put a beef-steak in your packets to pacify the dog with if ho should attack you. He is very fem. chins, and Ma had his teeth filed yesterday." I was in raptures. What did I care for the wall! I would eat through it glass and all—and as for the dog, with his filed teeth, why my account at the butcher's should answer for the faithfulness with which that job had been performed. Ten o'clock came and I was off at the rendez vous'). The wall I got over at the expense of n rent in my coat and a slight scratch on my person —I cared for neither. Holding three or four huge slices of beef in my hand, for I slid not half like the prospect of en encounter with the dog, I threaded the narrow walks and gained the designated spot beneath the window. The night was very dark— but two bright eyes shining front the casement, told me all that I wan anxious to learn. How I mana ged to clamber up to the window, and enter it is of no particular importance. I did get up and in, and found myself in her arms, or she found herself in mine—l fOrget which—it was all the same though. 'My own love' (a pretty appellation isn't it?) was in raptures, and so was I ; she wept and I sung to her— c!) ac.r. CD GE) Oh why is the girl of Illy scut still in tears,' (du I quota correctly) until she wiped her eyes and began to talk. Then I knew alto had regained her composure, ler I have always ob,errtd that a woman never talks when she is excited-it is a yell,or a unite and either is not :eery pleasant. Wo laid great ,•.' Elopement, hasty marriage; rdon--every thing was fixed upon. In hours of the morning I prepared to ! 2 :•• •':•: ,!, , 1 the window and looked out ,1:y dark. There is an especial proverb against jumping in tho dark, but I did not think of it at that inonimt --move's the pity. The farewell kiss was burning en my lips, !Ile soft adieu ringing in my ears, as I took the juror Powers above! what a transition! I found myself immersed to the lips in—in—a hogshead of warm meal slush—a compound which, licwever good fin fattening hogs, is riot exactly calculated for a hot bath. How it got there, or how I got into it, I hod no time to ascertain, for did - load baying of the dog called my attention to a new danger. T he beef I held in my liand,as I leaped from the window fell into the hogshead, .d I now contrived to draw it out of the meal, with the hopo of silencing the dog ere I attempted to extricate myself front the unpleasant position in which I was placed. But dogs though they liko beef very well aro not particularly food of Indian meal—hot—as I soon found to my cost. The enemy came on with a fierce I held out the beef, a sudden flood of tight exposed to me, and two or three grinning sermnts and a host of 'family friends,' the ridiculous scenein which I woo figuring. I attempted to rise and explain, as Mr. Who did some time ago itt Congress ; but the dog decided that I was out of order, and compelled me to dock my head quite under, to avoid his spring. I arose but to hear peals of laughter, and dodge again in the same way the vile animal, who contin ued to leap over me with the agility of a cat and the ferocity of a tiger. I thought my time had come, and was about to resign myself to my f,te with as much dignity as it was pixisibla for mo to exhibit in a hogshead, whets any persecutor relented and called the dog ME I was then taken out, scraped and al lowed to depart—but the story cf my mishap be come known and I was greeted with laughs of de !Won at every corner. Against this, however, I bore up bravely, till was informed thht the fair one. for whom I had en countered all the= perils, had played me false by liv i r r yi t r: i g u t Thenl aolemn:y swore never ded my first and la . st love riZi";.'lnsS. and tint.' en. To ANNA Demi Anna thou'rt my guiding ear— Thy ray a silver tliread, Which dues connect ue, and by whiell Still towards 'heel am led. But Anna. aro we to remain Thus far apart forever? Well, if I cannot nearer come, Shine on some other feller. The following brilliant picture, which we find ira the Richmond Enquirer, may not be considered an t addenda to D's soul melting effusion: A tare young girl is leaning pensively on the case ment, gazing with thoughtful brew, upon the scene below. Thu bloom of fifteen summers tint her sett check, tho sweets of a thousand flowers are gather• ud upon her round lips, the curls cling to a spotless brow, and fall upon a neck of perfectgrace, the soft sw•inntingeyes seem lighted by the tenderest lire of poetry, and beauty 'levers over her as her most fa vored child. What are her thoughts? Love can not stir is bosom so young, sorrow cannot yet have touched a spirit so pure. Innocence itself seems to have chosen her for its own. Alas, has disappoint ment touched that youthful heart? Yes, it mat be on; but hist? site clads—lire bosom heaves—her eye brightens--her lips part—she speaks—listen: •Jim, you nasty fool! quit scratching that rig's back, or I'll tell mar.' FASIITWf IV SPELLING.-.- , Why mother, almost every word in John's letter is spelt wrong. You'd not have me marry such a man, surely I' La! child, I. ;uppeae that'Nthe Way they spoil in the place where he lives. There aro diffitreet fashions in spelling as well as in other things.' A GII AMMATICAL SERVANT.-A young woman, on meeting a former fellow servant was asked how she liked her new plum. Very well.' •Then you've nothing to complain of.' Nothing, only my master and mistress talks such worry bad gram mar,' 3j Dr. Franklin, recommend. a young man in the choice of a wife to acted her from a Lunch, giving na hie reason that when there era many daughters, they improve each other, and, front emu. lotion acquire more accomplishments and know more, and do more, than a single child spoiled by paternal fondness. Via, Li m.r.--The Richmond Star declare,: Death's door' to be the month of a whiskey bottle. Many a poor devil finds his way out of the world through that opening. Gentleness is a sort of mild atmosphere, and it en tern into a chikl's soul, like the sunshine in to the rosebud, slowly but surely expending its beauty and vigor. cO - . Patient industry accomplishes wonders. A little done doily makes much in a year. A wood-chopper is always a polite man,— when he wants wood, he roes and rues for it. Tilt Dar. ri IT OF AavnrisiNe.--A merchant lately put en advertisement in a paper, headed , 13ey Wanted.' Near inerning he found a bandbox on I Ids door ::11.p, t;ith this inscription : t How will this one answer?' On opening it, he found a nice, 'Io , Chithby-looking specimen of the article he wcnikei, warmly done op in Minuet.
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