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M In early days. when childhood's charms Hang sweetly round our happy hearts, When love's caress is wild and warm, And purn the joy that life imparts— When home is home, and friends, though few, Watch O'er our weal with anxious eye;-- 'Tis then life wears its brightest hue, And memory takes its deepest dye. Long years may lift their leaden tramp. And checker life with hopes and fears—. Misfortune light her lurid lamp, And toed its flames with naught but tears— Or friendship bless, or fortune smile, Of pleasure wait where'er we roam— Still, still will memory oft beguile From each, from all, a thought of home. I would not that a stranger hand Should hold for me the dreamless pillo*; I would not that a stranger hand Should place o'er me a weeping willow: The sod so often lightly premed, Would on my bosom press more lightly; The stars that have my childhood blessed, Would o'er My slumber beam most brightlj. Oh! may the breeze, that kissed my brow, . Ere life hail known a stain of 00010 W, Breathe out the wave-toned requiem low, For sleep that knows no dawning morroW And when the sun is neoth the wove, And faintly beams the star of even, Then bear me to my sea girt grave, And let a prayer ascend to heaven. Prnm the Portsmnuth *hem. To a 72'oang air!. What! bind op now thy sunny hnir Noy, let those ringlets float, A. Ulu were wont, in beauty there, Around that snowy throat. And scorn not now thy simplo dress,. Nor veil that open brow ; Retain thy lovely childothness, And :hotel!. be happy now. Thou'lt find the path of life is filled With sorrows, hopes and tears, And, though thou'rt good and pure and fair, Thouit be a thing of tears. Thy hours of pinyful innocence— speed them not in their flight .But be a child while yet thou may'st, The beautiful, the bright. V i e , rYr~~r~r~rwnr M 1 \I V ~+Jn DADDY BIGGS' SCRAPE AT COCK.LRELL'S.J3END, 'WRITTEN FOR TIIE SMUT OF TIIE TIMES, TIT T. "CHICKEN MAN; " TIIE AUTHOR in. "SIMON RN.° ;" •‘• TASSING Tut FENS., " ECT. Cocherell's Bend is a well known rendezvous for the hunter and fisher of the Talopoosa—and a beautiful one it is. The upper end of the.cuwe is lake.like in an stillness, and in very deep; while a half mile below, the river spreads itself to double its usual width, and brawls among rocks and islet., fringed with the toll iver grass. The part above is resorted to by those who fish with the rod, and that below by seiners. Opposite the deep water, the hills come towering down to within twenty yards of the river, the narrow intervening strip be ing low land, covered with a tremendous growth of rum, poplar and white oak. Late in the afternoon of a Warm May day, this portal the Bend is d most delie,htful spot. The little mountains on the south and west exclude the sun-glare completely ; and the mere comfort-seeker may lay himself fiat in the bottom of the old Indian Verige he finds moored there by a grape vine, and float and look at the clouds, and dream—as I hove done—with no.hiving thing in night to disturb his meditations. except the musk-rat on the end et the old projecting log, and the matronly summer duck, with her brood of tiny ducklings, smarming, close hudd.ed, in the shade of the huge water oak, whose overhanging limbs are covered with a close net-work of muscadine vines--whereof (of the vines I Mean) I have a story of arc friend, Captain - Snuggs, Which will he related at the proper tune. Take care, ye little downy . rascals!—especially you, little follOw, with half awes;;; Eli,‘ll stuck to your hack! True, therii are tiot many of large trout in the Tallapoosa; hut there are some, and occasionally one is found of mouth sufficient to engorge a young duck!—ant( 'Canna alwitys in a cool quiet shade just like hist ? snaP!—there you go, precisely as I told you! Now, old lady, quit that fussing end fluttering, and take the • young 'inlet' out of the way of that oilier one that isn't far oft Trituration in a trout's maw must be unpleasant ono would think ! It chanced once that the writer encamped for a slay or WO on the narrow strip spoken of, with a UsT: edrttpnny of the unsophisticated dwellers of the rough lands in that region, of whom the principal pe,onnge was • Daddy Elias Biggs,' sometimes called 'Daddy tias,' but more commonly Daddy Biggs. We Were on a fishing expedition, and at night hung a short line or two from the braricbee of the'trees which overhung the water, for cat.'-- One night, as we hod justi.ono this and were gath ered around the fire, a gallon jug passing from band to hand. Daddy Diggs,'—who Was a short, squab man, rosy cheeked, bold, and inclining to three score,'—remarked, as he extended his hand towards a long. gaunt fellow with a very long rioso'and a very blackbeard— . Boys tint you never hearn what a scrape I had here at this very spot, last year 1 Billy Teal, let me have a suck at that yearthenwar, and I'll tell you all shout it.' The old man took a suck,' smacked his lips, and began his relation: 'You all remember the time, hays, when them Chateeospn fellows came liere a fishinl D-n 'em! I wish they cook: fish at home, without goM' twenty miles to interrupt other people's range. Well, they camped right here, and right here THEY REED T. OYVIL 1' 'Seed the Devil r exclaimed Pilly Teal. .Did they, in right dowd earnest now r asked Jim Waters, looking around at the dark woods, and insinuating himself between Abe Ludlow and the fire, in evident fright. They seed the Devil,' ropeatetf Daddy Biggs, with emphasis—'and ketehed him too!' be added, but they couldn't hold him.' 'Good gracious!' said Jim Waters, looking a round again—'do you think he stays about here?' —and Jim got nearer to the fire. 4 He stays about here sonic,' replied Daddy Biggs. But Jim, son, get out from the fire!--you'll set y6ur over hauls afire !--and git me the sperrits.— I buss the jug agin, and tell you all about it.' -' Bill Teal had deposited the jug behind a log some ten feet off; but Jim Waters was not the lad to back out, if the devil teas about ; so he made two desperate strides and grabbed the yearthen-war,'- anil then Made Iwo more, which brought him, head first, jug and all into the fire. Chunks and sparks flew everywhere, as lie ploughed through! He's got you, Jim !' shouted Abe. Pull the boy out !' exclaimed Bill and myself, in a breath, or he'll burn up !' 'Some on ye save the —jag !' seienmed Daddy Biggs, who was standing horror-stricken at the idea of being left without liquor in the woods. In it minute both boy and jug were rescued; the former with burnt face and hands, and singed hair --the latter entirely uninjured. ' ell, well,' chuckled Daddy Biggs, 'we come outen that fast rate—the jug ain't hurt, nor no li quor spilt. But Jim I'm raly 'ittonished at yett!— pitchen in the'fire that way, and you a-knowin that was every drop of sperrits we had!' Oh, but Daddy LMs,' interposed Dick McCoy, yon must look over that—he Need the devil!' Well, well, that minds me I was gwtne to tell you all shout that scrape I hail with them Chato. hospa fellows, last suthmer.; so I'll squeeze the jug one time more, and tell you all shout it. Throwing his head into an admirable position for trilthig a view of things heavenly. Daddy Biggs in serted the mouth of the jug in his own mouth,when for a short space there was a sound which might be spelled, ;'-- and then Daddy Biggs set the jug down by him, and limn his story once name. boys, they hail camped right here, and had set out their hooks for cat (fish) jilt as we've done to-night. Right thar this side re what. Bill's line bangs, some on em had tied a most a devil of a hook,'from that hig limb as goes straight out thar. He must-a-had a kunnoo to fasten it whar lie did, else Conned it on the top o' the limb. Well, it's alien] swimmin under that limb, 'but that's a big sock, in the shape of a sugar loaf, cameo up in six inches o' the top. Right round that was whar I'd ItelciA the monsirou seat most oudaciousestAppeloosa cat, week betbre, that ever come oaten the Tal lapoosy ; and they'd hearn of it, and the fellow with the big Imo:: was a &hire for his mate. D-n it, boys, it makes me mad to think how them Chat ohospa fellows and the town folks do 'trade on we rooter people; and when I'm aggrawated I tillers drinks, so here goes Daddy Diggs threw back his head again—again put the jug's mouth in his own, and again produ ced the sound of • guggle uggle, uggle uggle,' and then resumed : 'This Lig-hook fellow I was tellin about, his name was Jess Cole, which lives in the Bottom thar war Chatoliospa falls into the A oota Locko. and :inn got more it hall sense at that.' ✓That's the follow used to strike for Vince Kick• land, in the blacksmith's shop nt Deed's, afore Vince died, aint it!' asked Bill Teal. That's hint,' said Daddy Biggs, 'and that's how come to know him, for I sued him Sitar once, tho' I can't say he knowed me. Well he waked up in in the night, and heerd a terrible of a sloshin at the end of his line, and says he, 'Rise boys! I've got him! durn my skin if I !mint!' And sure enough there was something flonncin, sloshin and nmkin a devil of a comboberation at the end of his line. Jess he sprung up, and got a long stick with a hook at one end, and retehed out and cotcht the line and tried to pull it in; but the thing on the hook gave a flirt, and the stick 'heist a little too short, which ..0e him step forard, in he fell! He shuffled out though tollerable quick. and says ho 'boys, he's a whaler! cum my eternal buttons if he aint the rise ,tacare, 43aittim ILitzratuxr,lovatitp, art! , *arum, 3girtillturt, Rm . & cut cut, aCt3 o 'of sixty pounds! Old Biggs may go away now with . his forty pound cats; he can't shine no way,' When I heard that, boys, I- 'When you heard it!' exelaiined all. • 'Yes. we,' said Biggs hughingly; 'didn't I tell you that before? Well, I oughter done it hilt I for got. D-n it! we'll take.n drink on that any way,' and so heal. • ' 'So 'twos you instid o' the devil he cotched,' Observed Jim Waters, apparently much relieved by the disclosure. Itst so: and the way it was, I seed the rascalsas they were coming here, and knawed what they were rater, So when night comes, I slips down the roover bank, mighty easy and nice, till I could see the camp fire. But filar was a dog along, and I was afraid to venture up that way. See, I was arter stealin their;ah they'd cotched through the day, which I knowed in reason they'd have a string on em in the water at the kunnoo landing, to keep fresh. Well, seein of the (tog I eluded I'd 'tack the inimy by water instil o' land. So with that took the mover about 30 yards above here, end sure enough! finds the string of ti cighteempenee or/ a Saturday. You ettn't be all those hours, and only upend eighteen-pence, I know better, Fm not quite a fool, Mr. Caudle.—A great deal you could have for eighteen pence ! And all the Club married men and fathers of families.— The more shame for 'em! Skylarks indeed!— They should coil themselves Vultures; for they can only do as they always do by robbing their innocent wives and children. Eeighteeepence a week! And if it was only that—do you know what fifty-two eighteen-peaces come to in a year? Do you ever think ofthat and see the gowns wear ! I'm rare !Can't; out of the house money, bliy toy 'self it pin cushion ; though I've wanted ono these six months. No, not so much us' a ball of cotton. But what do you care so you can get your brandy nod water? There's the girls, too—the things they want ! They're never dressed like other people's children. But its all the same to their father. Oh yrs! So he can go with his skylarks they may wear suck-cloth for pinafores, and pack thread for garters. ' You'd better not let Mr. Prettyman donee here, that's all; or; rather, you'd 'miter bring him once. Yes, I should like to see him. He woudn't forget it. A man who, I may say, Ines and moves only ih a spittoon. A man who has a pipe in his mouth as constant as his front teeth. A sort of tavern king with n Int of fools like you, to laugh nt What' he' thinks his jokes, and give him consequence. No, Mr. Caudle, no; it's no nee your telling me to go to sleep, fur I won't. Go to sleep, indeed ! I'm' sure it's almost time tri get up. I hardly know what's the use of coining to lied af all' now. ' The Skylarks indeed ! I suppose ydd'll be buying a 'Little Warbler,' and at your time of life he trying to sing. The peacocks will sing next. A pretty nnme you'll get in the neighborhood; and in a very little tine, a nice faceyoti'll have. Your nose is getting redder already ; and you've just one of the noses liquor always flies to. You don't see its red I No—l dare any not—but I see it; I see a great malty things you don't. And so you'll go' on. Ina little time, with your brandy-and -water-- don't tell me that you only take two smell glasses know what men's two small glasses are; in a lit tle time you'll have a free all an it was made of red current jam. And I should like to know who's to endure yod then I I won't, so don't think it. Don't come to me. Nice habits men learn at clubs! There's Joe-' kinx he was a decent creature once; and now I'm told he has more than once boxed his wife's ears.— He's a Skylark, too. And I suppose some day, you'll be trying to box my ears? Don't attempt it, Mr. Caudle ; I say don't attempt it. Yes--it all very well for you to say you don't mean to— but I only say again, don't attempt it. You'd rue it tilt the day of your death, Mr. Caudle. Going and sitting fdr four hours at a tavern ! What men, unless they had their wives with them. can find to talk about, I can't think. No good. of course. 0 'Eighteen-pence a week--and drinking brandy and-water, enough to swim a boat ! And smoking like the funnel of a stenm-ship ! And I can't af ford myself so much as a piece of tape! It's brutal, Mr. Caudle. It's ve-ve-ve—ry And, soya a note in theMS. by Mr. Caudle— Here, thank heaven ! yawning, she fell aaleep.? TRUE SENTIMEiT..-Neare Gazette nays .• The difference between people who read the newspapers and people wino do not, is striking. It may almost he seen in their faces, and it is at least made evident in two minutes conversation. We have Indeed been always of opinion, that newspa pers of the proper character, should be regularly plared in the hands of children, as soon as they are able to read. It will soon be to them a pleasure as well as an advantage, and its beneficial effect in awakening the mind would be felt throughout life. We might even if we bad leisure note, prove that to read journals is an improver of beauty—an ac tual Cosmetic, giving intelligence to the eye, expan sion to the brow and viracity to the expression. The aspect often indicates the soul to be dark and unen lightened, the imprint will Ire likewise on the visage. flow often do we see children With bright and in; tellectual looks become gradually heavy, dull and contracted in their expression as they advance to wards maturity. lied why is filial— for want of the proper mental culture. The best part of their nature perishes for lack of exercise. They do not lead the newspapers. People may laugh perhaps; but if this be a jest there is not a little of truth in it. E LMLE:. E.—The following was given by some cotemporary as a specimen of Western eitnquenest: Americans ! This great country--wide--vest —and in the south west unlimited. Our republic to yet destined C. 117111,0 South America—to occupy the Russian possessions. and again to recover pos session of those British provinces, which the pow er of the old thirteen Colonies won from the French on the plains of Abraham ! all rightfully ours to re occupy. Ours is a great and growing country.-- Faneuil Hal wad its cradle ! but whar—what will be found timber enough for its coffin! scoop nll the water not of the Atlantic Occult. and Its bed would not inford a grave sufficient for its corpse.-- And yet America tans scarcely grown out of the gristle of boyhood. Europe! what is Europe?-- She is no what ; nothing; n circumstance, a cipher. a mere obsolete isles. We have flutter steamboats swifter locotnotives,la•ger creeks, bigger plnntations, better mill privileges, brooder lakes, higher moun tains, deeper contracts, bounder thunder, forked. , lightening, braver men. handsomer acumen, and more money thott England der have (Thundering apple ore. c,zl)- The wisdom of speech is to know when, what where to speak ; tht time, totter, mid manner,