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romTp.7.
"To charm the languid hours of solitude,
lie oft invites her to the Muses lore."
From the Philadelphia Saturday Courier,
Is it Well with Thee !
DT EDWARD TOTING
Molter, sorrowing o'er thy child
Taken back an soon as given :
Wife, whose widow'd heart's made wild,
By the dear bond rudely riven ,
Parents, wailing for a son,
Who was alt your pride and stay:
Friend, who mourn'd a dear friend gone,
Or a brother called away :
11,:aband , weeping o er thy mate,
Dearer than Myself to thee ;
All by Death left desolate,
Tell ma, is it well with yel
Yes, 'tie well. The loved and lost
Are not lost to us forever;
They but for awhile have crossed
O'er the doep and shadowy river,
That divideth the two worlds
Of Eternity and Time;
And they often come from thence,
Bringing to us bliss salime.
Spirits whispering to our spirits,
Thoughts too subtile fur to tell,
In the world that Flesh inherits;—
Yes, with us 'tin well; tie well.
They're more our. than when in life;
Then, they were not always nigh ;
Now, where'er we wander, they,
Guardian spirits, round us fly.
Yee, they're with us every where,
Treading every path we tread ;
Guarding us with pious care,
From the snares around us spread.
Time was that nut hearts were prone
Too much to rely on earth ;
,Ne'er bestowing a thought upon
That world which gave our spirits birth ;
But since those we loved have gone
Thither, Heaven seems more near ;
And our thoughts oft upward fly,
For we have an int'reat there.
Itts wet t think of Hereafter.
Is it not sweet to think hereafter,
When the spirit leaves this sphere,
Love, with deathless wing, shall waft her
To those she long had) mourn'd for here
Hearts from which twas death to sever,
Eyes this world can ne'er restore,
There, as warm, as bright as ever,
Shall meet us, and be lost no more.
When wearily we wander, asking
Of earth and heaven, where are they,
Beneath whose smiles we once lay basking,
Bless'd, and thinking bliss would stay,
Hope still lifts her radiant finger,
P,pinting to the eternal borne,
Upon whose portal yet they linger,
Looking back for us to come.
Alas! alas! doth hope deceive us?
Shall frienship, love—shall all those ties
That bind a moment and then leave ac—
He found again where nothing dies?
0 ! if no other boon were given
To keep our hearts from wrong and stain,
Who would not try to win a Heaven
Where all we love shall live again 1
Treason.
DT "ITII•WS."
Of all eyes, give me bite ones
The hazel and black
May be just as true ones,
I know not Mack !
But none shall persuade me
The favorite hue
In the heav'n that made me
Is other than blue.
I love them ! I love them
I've made up my mini—
The azure above them
Less pure do I find !
Less radiant its brightness
Transparent its dew
Than smiles wrapt in lightness,
Eyes moistened in blue.
From the Keepsake for 1845.
Who Giveth Songs in the Night.
When courting slumber,
The hours I number,
And sad cares cumber
My wearied mind;
This thought shall cheer me,
That thou art near me
Whose ear to hear me
t ls still inclined.
My soul Thou keepest,
Who never deepest,
'Mid gloom the deepest,
There's light above.
Thine eyes behold me;
Thine arms enfold me;
Thy word has told me
That God is love.
Beneveknoe le the light and joy of a good
*M. It is natter to give than to receive,
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ITZOT:C.
Sallowing Oysters Alive.
At a late hour, the other night, the door of on
oyster house in our city was thrust open, and in
stalked a hero from the Sucker State. He was
quite six feet high, spare, somewhat stooped, with
a hungry, anxious countenance, and his hands
pushed clear down to the bottom of his breeches
pockets. His outer covering was hard to define;
but after surveying it minutely, we came to the con
clusion that his suit had been made in Isis boyhood,
of a dingy yellow linsey-woolsey, and that, having
sprouted lip with astonishing rapidity, he had been
forced to piece it out with all colors. in order to
keep pace with his body. In spite of his exertions,
however, he had fallen in arrears about a foot of the
necessary length, and consequently stuck that fur
through his inexpressible.. His crop of hair was
surmounted by the funniest little seal skin cap ima
ginable. After taking a position ho indulged in a
long stare at the man opening the bivalves, and
slowly ejaculated—" raters?"
Yes, sir,' responded the attentive operator;'and
fine ones they are, too.
Well, I've heart[ tell of ?stars afore,' says Ile,
' but this is the fust time I've seed 'ens, and prehaps
I II know what lime made of afore I git out of
town.'
Having expressed his desperate intention, ho
cautiously approached a plate, and scrutinized the
unmed shell-fish with a gravity and interest which
would have done honor to the most illustrous search.
er into the hidden mysteries of nature. At length
he began to soliloquise on the difficulty of getting
them out, and how queer they look when out.
I never seen anythin' hold on so—'takes an
amazitt' site of screwitf, hose, to get 'cm out, and
aint they slick and slip'ry when they does come?
Smooth as an eel! I've a good mind to give that
feller lodging, jest to realize the effects, as uncle
Jess used to say about spekelation.'
Well, sir,' was the reply, !down with two bits,
and you can have a dozen.'
Two bits !' exclaimed the Sucker, now come,
that's stickin' it on right strong, hose, for icier. A
dozen on 'em aint nothin' to a chicken, and there's
no gittin'more'n a picayune a piece for them. I've
only re-alized forty-five picayunes tat my first ven
tur' to St. Louis. I'll tell you what, I'll gin you
two chickens for a dozen, if you'll conclude to
neat. - -
A wag, who was standing by indulging in a do
zen, winked to the attendant to shell out and the
offer was accepted.
< Now mind,' repeated the Sucker,. all fair—two
chickens for a dozen—you're witness, mister,' turn•
ing at the same time to the wag; <none of your
nicks, for I've hearn tell that you city fellers, are
mighty sippery coons.'
The bargain being fairly understood, our Sucker
squared himself for the enact—deliberately put off
his seal skin, tucked up his sleeves, and, fork in
hand, awaited the appearance of No. 1. It came—
he saw—and quickly it was bolted ! A moment's
dreadful pause ensued. The wag dropped his knife
and fork with a look of mingled amazement and
horror—something akin to Shakspeare's Hamlet on
seeing his daddy's ghost,—while he burst into the
exclamation—
'Swallowed alive, as I'm a christian !'
Our Sticker hero had opened his mouth with
pleasure a moment before, but now it stood open.
Fear—a horrid dream of ho did't know what—a
consciousness that all wasn't right, and ignorance
of the extent of the wrong,— the uncertainty of
that moment was terrible. Urged to desperation
he faltered eta—
. What on ar'll's the row?'
Did you swallow it alive ?' enquired the wag.
'I swallcred it jist as he gin it to me!' shouted
the Sucker.
You're a deed man !' exclaimed his anxious
friend; the creature is alive, and will eat right
though you,' added he, in tho most hopeless tone.
Get a pizen pump and pump it out !' screamed
the Sucker, in a frenzy, his eyes fairly started from
their sockets. 'Oh, graciots!—what'll T do ?
It's got hold on my innards, al ready,and I am as dead
as a chicken !—do somethin' for me, do—don't let
the thfarnal sea-toad eat me afore your eyes.'
Why don't you put some of this on it?' inqhiL
red the wag, pointing to a bottle of strong pepper
sauce.
The hint was enough—the Sucker, upon the in
stant, seized the bottle, and desperately wrenching
out the cork, swallowed half the contents at a
draught. He fairly equated from its effects,' and
gasped, and blowed, and pitched, arid twisted,
as if it were coursing through him with electric
effect, while at the same time his eyes ran a stream
of tears. At length becoming a little composed,
his waggish adviser approached, almost bursting
with suppressed laughter, and inquired,
.How aro you now, old fellow did you kill it ?'
. Well, I did, hose—ugh-ugh-o-o-o my innards.
If that istercritter'e dying agonies didn't stir a ruction
in me equal to a small airthquake, then 'taint no use
saYin' it—it squirmed like a serpent when that kill
ing stuff touched it; but—and here, with a counte
nance made up of suppressed agony and present
determination, he paused, as if to give force to his
o ords, and slowly and deliberately remarked—. If
you get two chickens front me for that live animal
I'm blow'd!' and seizing his seal skin he vanished.
The shout of laughter, and the contortious of the
company at his finale, would have made a spects
, tor believe the: they had all been wallowing nys
ters aline.'--St. Louis Reveille.
New Orleans Guessing Institute.
Minmolechny Eclipsed—New England Ahead—
The "Professors" Nowhere.
A needy son of New England found himself re
cently, all alone, unknown and 'hard up,' in New
Orleans. Of course ho soon set about guessing
some way to keep out of the scrape; and before he
had quite whittled his stick away, he became ab
sorbed in the inception of a grand thought, It
seems, setting down to guess, his astute brain made
a plunge, at once, among the metaphysical and sci
entific ramification of guessing; and not long after,
he might have been observed, with a sober sort of
twinkle in his eye, marching ofd; along the Levee,'
apparently looking for a house to let, humming--
Yankee Doodle come along!
When fortune falls distressing,
There's nothing like a Yankee song,
And scientific guessing.
Early next day, our hero and another odd look
ing genius were seen on a ladder, nailing up a broad
strip of canvass all across the front of a house on
the levee; and the job being completed, there was
displayed in flaring, sprawling, straggling, broken
backed, decapitated, k neck- ki teed, round-shouldered,
bowlegged, limping letters, Roman, German, He
brew, caligraphic, ro ;,aphic, Arabian, American,
and pot-hookian letters:
NU ORLEENS GESSING INSTITOOT.
GESSING TAUT IN ONE LESSEN
Only 2t Cents.
The thing produced a sensation, at once, among
sailors, pedlars, levee laborers, and all sorts of strag
glers. Our professor borrowed an old rotten awn
ing, hung it up and divided his room into two, put
an assistant at the door to take in quarters, turned
a tin cup inside down, In the middle of an old rick
ety table, got a vial of vinegar, pot of tar, a bottle
of whiskey, and various other well known oderi
ferous matters arranged around him; and, with a
black skull-cap on his head, and a red stick in his
hand, he made no bad splirtgo' at the representa
tion of a modern Faint. Madame Lud might
have taken a lesson from him (' you understand
me now?) and Herr Alexander should have seen hi.
He drew a mystic ring on the ceiling with char
coal, filling it up with most indescrable curlicues,'
right over the table, and business soon commenced.
In straggled an open-mouthed inqUiret after the
mysteries of guessing.
Irv.,„rr, soe-1 rylfm - •;' ,- 5 , ona jaw ,n,.111(
yourself a true inquirer after the irrevelations of
Gesseology. Put your left hand upon the conver_
ted tin cup. Very well. Lift your right hand to
the coaling, and fix your eyes upon the magic cir
cle. So. Now, if you wink or remove your eye,
you'll ruin the hul business, stranger; so jest hold
still. Now I percede to provoke the guessing operit
to decend upon you.
What do you smell
Vinegar.'
Crinaini jingo ! you lam fast! What's thin.'
That's tar.'
Right again, my pupil; what's this I'
Brimstone.'
Good ; you envelope the faculty raaly amazing !
Can you guess what this is 1'
Whiskey, by thunder
All creation ! how quick you take it ! are you
sure it's whiskey.'
Sure? well I reckon!'
, You'd better taste it and see. Is it whiskey I
Well, it is.'
Take a good swig, then ; you'll do, stranger ;
you're ready to graduate. Come in next. Hallo!
mister, don't take that bottle away.'
One after another as fast as he could dispose of
them, the professor found his costomers Bidding
half shyly in upon him all day long, and when
now and then, one would show a billigerant spirit,
between good humor and whiskey, the New En
gland magician still managed tosend him off satisfied.
Every body coming out was questioned by the ea
ger crowd in waiting as to what sort of a show it
was anyhow V and the answer was pretty generally
the same : First rate, and no mistake; and the last
experiment is worth half the money !'
The professor counted his receipts that night and
finding a round sum to help him on West, soldhis
inslitoot' for a premium to his entetprising insis
tent; and the next morning he was off, jinding
the silver in his pocket, and blessing devoutly the
benefits of science.
TEST or ILL tlnsEnirro.—The swaggerer b in
variably an imposter; the man who calls lotalert for
the waiter, who treats bins worst, and who finds
more fault than any one else in the room, whin the
company Is mixed, will always turn out to to the
man of all Others the least entitled either by rink or
intelligence to give himself airs. Peoplevilto are
conscious of what is doe to them, never isplay
irritability or irapetutAity, their manners inure cis
vility—their civility insures respect : but tint block
head or coxcoi,b, fully aware that somethitp more
than ordinary is necessary to produce an triect, is
Rue, whether in clubs or coffee-rootns, It be the
most fastidious and captious of the coniniudiy, the
moot restless and irritable amongst his Nip's, the
most cringing and subservient before Isis sweriors.
Dow Jn : says, "take care, girls, to garfish your
hearts with flowers of wisdon and virtue ; !retriever
fade; and you will always lookilovely. V hen you
I
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smile, do not let the face perform the o a unas
sisted by the feelings ; but let every s m . coma as
fresh and warm from the heart as mi from the
cow, as sparkling and bright in the pur sunshine
of joy, mirth and gladness, as a mill-daft by moon
lig ht o'
li. " grave" Soho.
In one of the beautiful towns of Connecticut
lives a good natured fellow whom we shall call
Jake. Now Jako was a hatter by trade; he was
also the village grave digger, and a toper. He had
frequently been asked to sign the pledge, which he
had positively refused to do. Ono day he went to
dig a grace fur one who had just died ; during his
labors he plied the bottle so freely that by the time
he had finished he was considerably more than
"half gone." Ile looked at the grave and it struck
him forcibly, that it was too small. He looked
around for Lis rule but it was no where to be found
--and there was no time to go home for another. l i
It would be very awkward if the funeral should ar
rive and the grave not be large enough. At length
he thought, as the dead man was considerably smal
ler than himself if there was room to lie in it com
fortably it would answer—so into the grave he got.
'lt'll be close fit,' muttered he stretching him
self out—he attempted to get up but ho could not.
He dug his hands into the earth and tried to pull
himself up,—instead of which he pulled the earth
down--and the more ho scrarnbled and kicked to
free himself from this unpleasant situation, the fas
ter the dirt and stones rolled down upon him, until
he was nearly buried alive. The fright had sober
ed him and he began to halloo lustily—
, Help !—help !—for God's sake come help me
out, or I'll be buried alive !'
A Washingtonian, who was passing the grave
yard, heard the noise—it sounded as though it was
above his head—and it was some time before he
could imagine from whence it came. The cries
continued loud and long for "help." The Wash
ingtonian got over into the grave yard and was at
tracted to the spot, and there he saw poor Jake al
most covered with the dirt and stones.
'Why, what on the earth is the matter V asked
the V 4 ashingtonian.
Oh! sir,' cried the half buried man oh! sir get
me Out and I'll sign:the pledge ! I will, indeed I
will '
The sittiatidn of Jake was extremely perilous, for
he dug away the earth frdm below, in trying to ex
tricate himself, until that above was likely to fall in
upon him. But notwithstanding the danger the
Washingtbnian could not refrain from laughing—
for Jake had repeatedly declared to him that he
1M- not sign away his liberty!—However, after
difficulty, Jake found himself safely
upon 410 face of terra firma.
The Washingtonian presented the pledge saying
that ha would hold him to his bargain. . Give it
me—l'll sign it!' was the quick reply—'but first
you must promise me you'll not tell people what
made me do it !'
Well, I promise--that is, I'll not do so without
your permission.'
Jake signed the pledge—but the story was to good
to remain unknown. Jake soon began to feel and
boast of the advantages of a cold water life. The
Washingtonian told him it was his duty to come
out and tell his experience. He promised to attend
the meeting that night and do so. ft soon spread
through the village that Joke was to make a speech
—the house wits full, and among the audience were
to be seen many of his old cronies!' Jake took
the stand, and after detailing the troubles and diffi
culties which he had brought upon himself and
family, finished by telling the above story. The
affect was tremendous on all present, and as Jake
took his seat there was a general rush for the pledge.
A GOOD 'UN.—The Hartford Times mentions
the following amusing incident as occurring at the
Poo: Olflce in the above named town.
LOUDER V-A colored man lately went to the
Post Office and putting his nose close up to the
deli/ery box, cried out Louder !' The clerk, sup
posing the negro to be deaf, and that ho was ma
king a request of him to speak louder, so that he
could hear, asked him in a very loud tone of voice,
the name of the person for whom ho wanted the
letter.
'Louder!' cried the negro.
What name ?' yelled the clerk.
Louder !' again bawled the negro, who now
supposed the clerk to he deaf.
The clerk took a long breath, and with all his might
again bellowed out in the negroe's face the same
question :
What name ?'
This was done in so loud a tone that the echo
seemed to return from the far uhf bilk.
The negro started back in alarm, shouting to the
very top tlf his lug lungs: Louder!' I told you
Louder ! my name is nothing else.
gOh ! eh, oh, oh!' said the clerk, g your name
is Louder, till Did'nt think of that : here'a your
letter, Mr. Louder here's your letter.
Coo,trza-ra.—Ono who wants to engage the then,
without engaging herself, whose chief aim is to be
thought agreeable, handsome, amiable; though a
composition of levity and vanity. She resembles a
lire eater, who makes a show of handling, and even
chewing, of live coals, without receiving any dam
age from the flit: but, whatever may be their pre
tended insensibility, they have their critical moments
as well as others.
frr Among the best of ladies there is hardly one
to be found, but has been liable to be hanged at
least ten times in her life, if all her actions and
thoughts were strictly to be examined. They are
no far from being good, according to the law. of
God, that they cannot be so according to our own.
The Moiher and hertramiiy.
Philosophy is rarely found. The most perfect
sample I ever met, was an old woman, who was
apparently the poorest and the most forlorn of the
human species--so true is the maxim which all
profess to believe, and none act upon invariably,
viz: that happiness does not depend on outward
circumstances. The wise woman to whom I have
alluded, walks to Boston, a distance of twenty or
thirty miles, to sell a bog of brown thread and stock
ings, and then patiently walks back again with her
little gain. Her dress, though tidy, is a grotesque
collection of , ahreds and patches,' coarse in the
extreme.
Why don't you conic dovvri hi a wagon I' said
I, when I observed she was wearied with her long
journey.
We hav'nt got any horse,' she replied ; the
neighbors are very kind to me, but they can't spare
theien, and it would cost me as much to hire ono
as all my thread would come to.'
You have a husband--does'nt he do anything
for you ?'
, He is a good man—he does all he can; but he
is a cripple and an invalid. He :eels my yarn, and
mends the children's shoes. He's as kind a hus
band as a woman need have.'
" But his being a cripple is a heavy misfortune
to you,' said I.
Why, ma'am, I don't look upon It its that light,'
replied the thread woman: i consider that I've
great reason to be thankful that he never took to
any bad habits.'
'How many children have you?'
'Six sons and five daughters, ma'am.'
'Six sons and five daughters ! What a family
for a poor woman to stippdrt
It's a family, ma'am; but there ain't one of 'em
I'd be willing to lose. They arc all healthy chil
dren as need be—all willing to work, and all clever
to me. Even the littlest boy, when he gets a cent
now and then fur doing an errand, will be sure to
bring it to me.'
Do your daughters spin your thread
No, ma'am, as soon as they are big enough•
they go out to service, as I don't want to keep them
always delving for me; they are always willing to
give me what they can; but it's right and fair that
they should do a little for themselves. Ido all my
spinning after the folks are a bed.'
'Don't you think you should be better off if you
had no one but your:alf to provide for ?'
Why ma'am, I don't. If I hadn't been married,
I should always had to work as hard as I could, and
now I can't do no more than that. My children
are a great comfort to me, and I look forward to the
time when they'll do as much for me as I have done
for them.'
Here was true philosophy ! I learned a lesson
from that poor Woman which I shall not soon
forget.—Miss Sedgwich.
Touscco AROUND PEACH Tnnes.--In the tatter
part of Spring or early part of Summer, scrape the
earth from around the body of the tree, to the depth
of one to three inches, being particularly careful not
to injure the crown of the roots; fill the cup thus
formed with trash tobacco from the shops, and en
velope the ball of the tree to the height of three or
four inches, with the stems or leaves. Ido not of
fer this as a means to renovate a diseased ti+e, but
as a preventative, the efficiency of which has been
tested for nineteen years by Samuel Wood, one of
the most approved nurserymen and extensive fruit
growers in this section of the country ; and also by
other practical farmers with unfailing success,—
Southern Planter.
NEW BUTTER Cuunrr.--Application has been
made, says the Cultivator, for a patent for a butter
churn on an entirely new principle, which, it report
speaks true, is to do away with every biller mode.
The plan is to blow a current of air, contained in
a tin or other vessel, alter the manner of boiling by
means of steam, the air being raised by a machine,
to be worked by hand in the simplest and easiest
manner. By this means the butter is said not only
to come in a short space of time, but always regu
larly adding about ono half to the quantity. An
equal temperature is to be kept up by blowing cold
air in the summer, and hot in the winter.
Anse'nom, like genius, can build its structures
on the baseless fabric of a Visiori, and the ...gime
tion which t'uings hold in a lover's fancy, can be
tried by no calculation bf reason. The lover, like
the poor Indian, who prefbre glass beads and red
feathers to more useful commodities, sets his affec
tions upon a trifle, which some illusions of fancy
has endeared, and which is to him more valuable
than the gems of the eastern world, of the mines of
the west; while reason, like the sage European who
scorns beads and feathers, in vain condemns his
A REAL GENTLEMAN.-Ho hover dresses in the
extreme of fashion but avoids singularity in his
person or habits.
he is affable with his equals and pleasant and
attentive to his inferiors.
In conversation he avoids 'hasty, ill-tempered, or
insulting remarks.
He pays punctually for his newspapers,.
He never pries into another persons affairs.
He detests eaves-dropping as among the most
disgraceful of crimes,
He never slanders an acquaintance.
Ho never, under any circmUstnces speaks ill of
a woman.
He never cuts an acquaintance who has met
with a reverse of fortune; and
lie always pay. the postage on his setters of
huminese.
\—"..eLlacintictx SSIzEk. di3R/CD4
A Word to Mothers.
Beneath a mother'd curse no child,
Was ever known to thrive ;
A mother is a tnuther still—
The holiest thing alive.
So says Coleridge, in his moving poem of dad
Three Groves.' Fho cool, deliberate malediction
of a mother, whose heart has been estranged and
turned to hate towards her own offspring, is, indeed
a blightning thing: But there is:mother mode In
which a mother may curse her child, and that is by
neglecting its moral education. Maternal influence
is a trite theme ; yet much as has been said to illus
trate its power, it has never in our opinion, been
overrated. The mothers of a nation are its erre
tors and from the position God and Nature give
them, must he its conservitors or destroyers. Th•
influence of the nursery surpasses in depth and eon ,
finnance all other influences. As is the mother
so is the daughter--so is the soh; tihd with few
exceptions, the character formed (lilting the first ten
or twelve years of life is immortal; it is that which
we bear with us amid all the changes of time, and
carry away nualtered to the eternal world. WO
consider no person hopelessly bad, whose early
years were spent under judicious training, and a
nice moral education ; and from one otherwise ties:
ted, it were folly in most cases to expect the fruits
of goodness:
The root.
There should be more sympathy for the poor.—
It is unfair as well as unphilosophical to stigma
tize every one who bows to the pressure of pecu
niary embarrassment as the architect of him OW&
misery. In the langttage of the world's poet:
There is d tide in the of dire of men
Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune.'
And there is also a tide whose current is down
ward--rolling, forever, its irresistible waves in op ,
position to every well planned enterprise, and fill ,
ed with shoals and quicksands which the utmost
exertion of human prtulence and forecast are Ina
competent to avoid.
The smiling current oft conceals
The fatal sands or dreadful rock:
No index points the hidden curse
Until we feel the rending shock,
Despair, encircling, shrouds the wreck.
And Dope, despairing, flees the deck.'
When we review our own lives, end percelvi
how frequently the best laid schemes have proved
abortiv,, how often Hope has been shipwrecked,
and Anticipation falsified, we shall learn a lesson,
of humility that will doubtless be of sertiee, fur it
will teach us that what at first sight, may often
seem the result of imprudence, is, in reality, but
the effect of hidden catiset, whose bperations mock
all the efforts of wisdom, and which kis impossible
for it either to foresee or avoid.
CIIANBERIIIES.-Mr. Wm. Hall, of Norway,
Maine, has succeeded in raising cranberries on a
patch of boggy land. He sowed the berries in thti
spring, on the snow and ice. The seed took well,
and entirely rooted out the weeds. Lest year ho
gathered six bushels from a patch of land about
three rods square, which a few years since was en=
tirely useless. If this berry, which commands ad
high a price, can be so easily cultivated as this, ik
Certainly in an object for farmers to try the caperi•
went on their boggy land:
A Hint to Wires.—When a woman seeks to
guide her husband, it should not be like one whO
breaks a horse, using bit and Spurr, now checking
andimw goading his career, but, like the mariner
who steers the ship, directs it by a single touch,
while none can see the power that rules its
motions.—Mrs. C. Hall.
cj- Love labor: for if then dost not want it for
food, thou mayst for physic, It is wholesome for
the body, and good for the mind. It prevent. the
fruits of idleness, which many tithes come of nosh=
Mg to do, and leads too Many tb db what is worms
than nothing.—Penn.
ilomosimumv.--One grain of time dissolved id
a bucketful of industry, and taken one drop at I
dose every hour in the day, is a sure cure for dirty
shirtativeness and patched pantaloonery.—N.
ilfercury.
A Smarr SELDOM Divulged.—bayll says that
a woman will inevitably diimlge every secret with
which she is entrusted, except two—and they are
who she loves best and her ohm age.
Hrpricarer.—Hoch often is Religion made the
gaudy habit of the villain; there should be other ,
motives for not playing the Hypocrite, than fear of
exposure; Hypocrlcy Is a *ice of itself of the
blackest hue.
aj. It has become a very cOminon thing to see
tho Ladies raise remarkable SaSTLIS as they prom:
onade through the streets.
Kr When the soul ie ready to depart, whet availd
it whether a ratan die on the throne or in the dust
cc? The female tongues have lately been drawn
to such a length that any thing like tl LADY is very
hard to be found, unless you are very quickeighted.
(0- We once heard a young lady who said there
were but two things which, in looking over her past
lifo, she regretted;—and one of thew) wan, that she
didn't eat more cake when her stater Fanny was
married !