HLTI T' N.GI):.'ILN . JOURNAL • - , gmnu Sitiotipaver--Otbotat to Central *ltteMature, gttfUerttotitg, Vottticti, interature, Sitoratitz arta, 55tte1tcto, Oftriculturc, Ztutttoenteitt, kr., kr. i ZO I CCDa VraD6 PIIBLIIIIIZD BY JAMES CLARK, 9=PaDzpmnas. The "Jouttiv AL" will be published every Wed , nesday morning , at $2 00 ayear, 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 square, 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 cordingly. POETRY. “To charm the languid hours of solitude He oft invites her to the Muse's lore.” The Bride's Farewell. Br 2dllB. lIEMANS, Why do I weep, to leave the vine Whom clusters o'er me bend? The myrtle, yet, oh ! call it mine ! The flower. I love to tend ? A thousand thought. of all things deer, Like ehadowe o'er me sweep, I leave my funny childhood here, Oh ! therefore let me weep. I leave thee, sister! We have play'd Through many a joyous hour, Where the silvery green of the olive ebedo flung dim o'er the fount and the bower! Yes ! thou and I, by atream by shore, In song, in prayer, in sleep, Have been as we may be no more: Kind sister let me weep I i leave thee, father ! Eve's bright moon Must now light other feet, With the gathered grapes and the lyro in tune, Thy homeward steps to greet! Thou, in whose voice, to bless thy child, Lay tones of love so deep, Whose eye o'er all my youth halls smiled, I leave thee ! let me weep ! Mother ! I leave thee i On thy breast Pouring out joy and woe, I have found that hole place of rest Still changles ; yet I go ! Lips that have lulled me with your strain, • Eyes that have watched my sleep— Will earth give love like yours again? Sweet mother let me weep ! BE HIND. ie kind to thy father—for when thou wert young, Who loved theo so fondly se het lie caught the first accents that fell from thy tongue, And joined in thy innocent glee. He kind to thy father, far OW he is old, His locks intermingled with gray; His footsteps are feeble, once fearless and bold, Thy father is passing away. Be kind to thy mothe:—for 10l on her brow May traces of sorrow be seen; 011 well may'et thou cherish and comfort her now, For loving and kind hash she been. Remember thy mother—for thee will she pray, As long as God giveth her breath; , With accents of kindness, then cheer her lone way, E'en to the dark valley of death. Be kind to thy brother—his h'eart will have dearth, If the smile of thy joy be withdrawn; The flowers of feeling will fade at their birth, If the dew of affection be gone. `Be kind to thy brother—wherever you are, An ornament purer and richer by far Then pearls from the depth of the eeu. Ite kind to thy sister—not; many may know The'depth of true sisterly love; The wealth of the ocean lies fathoms below Tho surface that Sparkles above. Thy kindness shall bring to thee many sweet hours, .And blessings thy pathway to crown; Affection shall weave thee a garland of flowers, Moro precious than Wealth O'r re tewn. Toniato Wine. The Tomato appeers to be one of theiniiverieli ties, and approaches man in every shape. Torriito pills--food and physic—Wail the rage a few years ago, and now we hear of tomato wine—victuals amldrink. To make tomato wine, Alio folloWing recipe is given - ill tl Prario Farmer: “To one quart of juice, ptrelspound danger, and 'Clarify it• as for sweermeats:--The. above is very much improved by adding a small proportion of the juice of the compton grape. The subscriber be lieves this wine far better and much safer for a tonic or other medical uses than the wine generally sold as Port Wines, &c., for such purposes. It is. peculiarly adapted to some diseases and states of the system; and is particularly recommended for • derangements of the liver." Autercnvrone..Seene, a corn -field; men with loam' titne, eleven o'clock, A. M. Enter Squire, the owner of the field. One of the .uteri spike; Squire, it's eleven o'clock you know, and wo are thirsty, and tho scripture says: "If any man thirst, let him come and drink." 18quiie; Ayo, but 'the Scripture also we; "Hoe, vie* OW the thissetcht" tKau7a.cea.upcc)„ . 1 - . 4a)%viut3al...ivau2. aaa