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POETICAL.
TIM THRZII CROWNS.
DT MRS. LYDIA JANE Prsnsox.
I She wore the crown of Beauty,
A queen of hearts was she :
And proud and strong men at her feet
Adored on bended knee;
She seemed a thing to worship,
So regal wee her grace,
And such a seal of majesty
Impressed her perfect face.
Her cheeks were red with beauty,
Her smile was rich with pearls,
Her white brow shone like purity
Amid tier golden curls.
Her eyes were like deep fountains
Beneath the southern skies,
In which the richest blue of heaven
In pure reflection lies.
Her voice wee like the wild bird's,
That sings her hymn et even ;
Her radiant smile came o'er the soul
So like a dream of heaven.
Bhe wore the crown of Beauty,
But wore it in her pride,
And Envy with her withering breath
Walked ever by her side.
She wore the crown of Genius—
She ranged the field of thought;
She studied nature's beauteous book,
Nif tth holy lesso is fraught ;
And tomes, that are to others
Impenetrably sealed,
Unclasping at her magic touch,
Their precious lore revealed.
With footsteps like the zephyr,
She climbed Parnassus' height,
And from its rainbow coronet,
Wove garlands of delight;
By Helicon's pure fountain
She often paused to drink.
To cull the never-fading flowers
That clustered on its brink.
Her mind wee like pure waters,
Where richest pearls abound ;
Her fancy strung them playfully.
And threw them flashing round;
She wore the crown of Genius,
To which earth's monarchs bow;
But it wan fever to the heart,
And ice upon her brow.
She wore Religion's circlet—
A thorny crown it seemed,
From which no sheen of yellow gold,
No diamond lustre gleamed ;
But from its pure white blossoms
Exhaled a fragrant balm.
That lay upon her heart and life,
A blessing and a charm.
Above her fair young forehead
It shone serenely bright,
And Beauty's rose and Genius' gem
Grew glorious in its light ;
That crown of holy meekness
She wore in perfect peace;
It shed a light of truth and love,
And filled her soul with bliss.
Wo to the crown of Monty !
Its flowers grow pale and sere,
And its adorers fled like birds,
When autumn days are drear ;
Wo to the crown 1.1 Genius!
'Twas cold upon her brow;
Alm! 'tis only o'er the grave
Its living jewels glow.
All hail! Religion's chaplet--
We bless its heavenly power;
There's healing in each verdant leaf,
And balm in every flower;
No blight, no change, no withering,
Come. ever to that wreath;
It blooms, a halm, a bliss in life,
A glorious hope in DRATII
CHURCII-GOERS.
iwo lovely ladies dwell at H--,
-
And each a-churching goes ;
Emma goes there TO CLOSE HER EYES,
And Jane—TO EYE HER CLOTHES
Q - Some poet has worked out the
Bellowing specimen of literature and
hyme:
•i° 0, Sally! 't ia my cheaf delite,
, To pit upon your eye.. trite;
,i My luv for you, by goal], cirpaese.
The lua I feel for rum and 'lmes.
CAKES AND COFFEE.—The N. Y. Des
itch says that Horace Greely treated
se printers and attaches of the Tribune
) hot coffee and cakes in honor of the
lection of John Young. City Items,
sq., presided at the coffee tub ; and
orace attended in propria personce to
o "hurrying up them cakes."
"A men can't help what's done behind his
beck," as the loafer said when kicked out of doors.
MISCELLANEOUS.
ramp GRISWOLD.
A SKETCH OF A PEDLAR'S LIFE,
FRED GRISWOLD was what might be
called a speculating pedlar. Born and
brought up as he had been, in Connec
ticut, he possessed all that shrewd cun
ning and knowledge of mankind so es
sential to one of his calling, and for
which the Yankees are so celebrated—
he knew his man at a glance, and could
guess the kind of goods a man would
want by the looks of his premises. He
was not, however, as the reader may
suppose, a dealer in wooden nutmegs,
tin ware, brass clocks, or any thing of
that nature, but a regular travelling mer
chant, with a " little of everything,"
from a paper of pins to the most splen
did broad cloths.
He was a native of Connecticut, as
was before stated, but he had migrated
to the western part of New York, and
settled in the town of C—, which
place he made his head-quarters, and
from whence he made excursions into
Pennsylvania, Virginia, Maryland, &c.
He had followed the profession from the
age of fourteen, and his favorite policy
was never to refuse any thing a man
might offer in payment for goods, trust
ing to his own ingenuity to dispose of
the articles thus obtained to advantage ;
and he seldom lost money upon them.
At one time he was travelling with
his load through a new settlement in
Ohio and stopped his team before a neat
looking log house, whose owner was at
work, putting together one of those sub
stitutes for a fence, now known as a
brush fence," around his garden.
" Hallo, friend," said Fred, " do you
wish to purchase any thing to day 'I"
" Can't," said the man, pausing a mo
ment, "I havn't any mouey—nothing to
pay with." _ _
0, never mind," replied Fred, in his
usual bland tone, " I'll take most any
thing."
The man saw lie was determined, to
have a trade, and so in order to get -rid
of him he said—
" Well, sir, I am just building a piece
of brush fence, and if you'll take that, I
don't know but what we can trade."
" Oh, I'll take it if you'll keep it un•
til I call for it."
" Oh, yes, I'll do that," said the man
surprised at the accommodation of Fred,
and trying to assign some reason for it
in his mind. He finally concluded that
Fred had heard of him, and intended to
do him a favor; and as he was really
needy, he determined to accept it in the
spirit in which it was offered. So a
bargain was made for his fence; he re
ceived goods at a high price, but as long
as he could pay in brush fence, he
thought they were cheap enough at any
price.
Two or three years passed, and though
Fred often called at the house and did
considerable trading, yet he never de
tnanded payment on his note. In the
course of time, when the man began to
prosper, he burned up his rude fence,
and substituted a neat picket in its
place. But in two weeks after this was
done, Fred came that way again and
called.
" Morning, Mr.---," said he on en
tering. " I have found a place where I
can dispose of my fence to advantage,
and have called for it."
The man saw he was caught in a trap,
and as there was no way of getting out
of it, he paid Fred the money, laughed
at the joke, and bade him good morning.
Fred gained considerable by this. He
not only made a fair profit on his mer
chandize, but secured the friendship and
patronage of the man, and likewise all
the influence he could command in the',
neighborhood, which was considerable, '
to secure him the patronage of others.
Among Fred's numerous friends was
Judge Newton, who resided in the
Northern part of Pennsylvania. Fred
always made the Judge's house his
home when he traveled in that part of
the country. The Judge was a fine jo
vial old fellow, fond of a joke and always
trying to get a joke upon Fred when he
stayed with him.
One day, sometime in the year 183—,
Fred was passing through, and put up
with him over night. In the morning
he was determined to drive a trade of
some kind with the judge, offering to
take anything in payment.
"I'll tell you what I'll do," said the
judg, laughing, "I've got a first-rate
grindstone out in the yard, and if you
will take that, I will trade it out.
" Very well," said Fred, "I'll take
that; its just as good pay as I want."
They went out to the wagon, and the
Judge "traded out" his grindstone,
which Fred loaded on his wagon and
started. He had not gone far before he
saw a customer, and stopping his team,
accosted him—
CORRECT PRINCIPLES-SUPPORTED BY TRUTH.
HUNTINGDON, PA., DECEMBER 9, 1846.
"Good morning, Squire. Want any
thing in my line, this morning 1"
" Well, I don't know, Fred," replied
he, in a bantering tone—"got any grind
stones 1"
Now it happened that the man really
did want a grindstone; he was acquaint
ed with Fred, and spoke in the manner
he did, because he had no idea that Fred
had one.
" I like the looks of that stone," said
he, after examining it, "and want one
very much, and you take any thing in
payment, so I'll give six cents a pound
for it (four cents was the regular price)
provided you take such property as I
turn out to you in payment."
"Certainly," said Fred, " I always
do."
" Very well. How much does it
weigh 1" _
"Just forty-eight pounds," said Fred,
as he proceeded to unload it.
"Now come with me, Fred," said the
Squire grinning, "and get your pay."
Fred followed him to the stable.
" There," said the squire, pointing to
a bull calf just six weeks old, which was
standing in the stable, "there is a first
rate calf worth about three dollars,
which I suppose will pay for the grind
stone."
"Very good, just as good pay as I
want," said Fred, as he unfastened the
calf and led him to his wagon. "But
stop a moment," said he, "I shall be
back this way in about two weeks, and
if you will keep him until then, I will
pay you for it" _ _
Oh, yes, I'll keep him for you," said
the Squire, laughing as Fred drove off,
at the idea of having beat him.
He supposed Fred would never call
for the calf, but he did not know his
man ; and when he called, the Squire
had nothing better for it than to give him
up his property.
Fred then travelled onward, and as it
was now near night, ho concluded to put
up with the Judge. As he alighted at
the gate, he was met with a hearty shake
of the hand, and a "How are you, Fred 1
What did you get for your grindstone'!"
" Oh, I sold it in a day or two, at a
first-rate profit, I tell you. Got 6 cents
a pound for it."
Ah !" said the Judge, in surprise.
" But what have you got there 1" now
for the first time noticing the calf.
" Oh," said Fred, indifferently, "that's
a calf I am taking to Colonel Davis up
our way, I got it of Judge Brown over
the mountains. The Colonel made me
promise to fetch hint one, and he seems
to set a great value on him; but for my
part, I consider it nothing but a common
calf, not worth more than three dollars."
It might do as well to mention that
this was about the time of the great ex
citement about imported stock, and that
Judge Brown, of whom Fred spoke, was
a man known to Judge Newton to be a
heavy importer of foreign stock, partic
ularly the Durham. Judge Newton had
endeavored to purchase some of the
stock, but as it was at that time very
scarce, and bore an exceedingly high
price, he had been unsuccessful. His
curiosity was at once aroused, and he
became very anxious, after he had ex
amined it a little more closely, to pur
chase it.
"It's one of the regular Durhams,
sure, said he, musing, "and a very fine
one at that; if you will part with him,
I'll give you twenty-five dollars for
him."
" Could'nt part with him for any such
money. Col. Davis is to give me sev
enty-five dollars as soon as I get home."
" Well, you won't take him clear
home with you, and if you'll let me have
him, I'll give you fifty dollars."
" No, I can't do it ; I've disappointed
the Col. two or three times already, and
lie would'nt like it if I should disappoint
him again."
" But," said the Judge," now becom
ing anxious, "you can tell, him you have
not been over the mountains."
.1 don't know nbout it, Judge," said
Fred, after a pause. "As you say, it's
someways home, and will cost some
thing to get him there, and if you will
give me seventy-five dollars, I don't
know but you may take him."
The Judge was delighted with his
purchase, and paid over the money on
the spot. As they were taking the calf
to the barn, Fred remarked—
"l say, Judge, I don't know what
there is about that calf that makes him
worth more than any other. I believe I
can get as many such as I want, for
three dollars."
" Perhaps you can," answered the
Judge, "in a few years, when they are
plenty."
In the morning as Fred was starting,
he said—
"I hope, Judge, when you have any
more grindstones to sell, you'll remem
ber me."
. Thank you, I will," replied the Judge
not exactly understanding what Fred
was driving at.
May be he did'nt.
A few days after Fred was gone, the
Squire, of whom Fred had bought the
calf, was passing ; when Judge Newton
called him to tell him that he had at
last succeeded in obtaining some of the
far-famed stock. The Squire expressed
a desire to see it, and they proceeded to
the barn.
" Is that the one'?" said he.
" Yes."
" Who did you buy him of r •
"Of Fred Griswold; I paid him $75
for it."
The Squire burst into a loud laugh.
" Why, Judge," said he, as soon as he
could speak, "I sold him that calf a
short time ago for a grindstone."
The Judge was perfectly astounded.
He thought of it a moment, and then
said—partly to himself, and partly ad
dressed to the Squire,
" Yes—l sold him that grindstone.—
He has beat me at my own game! He
told me the calf was not worth more
than three dollars. Don't say anything
about this, and you may have the calf
and welcome."
The Judge went back to the house
muttering—" BEAT !"
Fred Often called there after this, but
Judge Newton never reverted to the sub
ject—neither did he ever wish to dis
pose of any more grindstones !"
THE EDITOR,
The editor is the dupe of destiny.—
His lot was knocked down to him a bar
gain, and it turns out to be a take-in.—
His land of promise is a moving bog.—
His bed of roses is a high-backed chair,
stuffed with thorns. His laurel wreath
is a garland of nettles. His honors re
solve themselves into a capital hoax—
his pleasures are heavy penalties—his
pride is the snuff of a candle—his pow
er but volumes of smoke. The editor
is the most ill-starred man alive. He,
and he alone—the thousand pretenders
about town notwithstanding—is indeed
the identical martyr commonly talked
of as the most ill-used individual. He
seems to govern opinion, and is, in reality
a victim to the opinions of others. He
incurs more than nine-tenths of the risk
and responsibility, and reaps less than
one-tenth of the reward and reputation.
The defects of his work are liberally as
signed to him—the merits of it are mag
nanimously imputed to his correspon
dents. If a bad article appear, the editor
is unsparingly condemned—if a bril
liant one be inserted, Anonymous' car
ries off the eulogium. The editorial
function is supposed to consist in the
substitution of if it be' for it is,' and
the insertion of the word however,'
here and there, to impede the march of
a fine style. Commas and colons' arc
the only points he is reputed to make—
his niche of fame is merely parenthesis;
lie is but a note of admiration to genius ;
his life is spent in ushering clever peo
ple into deserved celebrity—he sits as
charioteer, outside the vehicle in which
prodigious talents are driven to immor
tality.
his fortune to insert all his con
tributors in the temple of glory, and to
exclude himself for want of space. He
is always to go in,'
but expires unpub
lished at last. He bestows present pop
ularity on thousands, without securing
posthumous renown as his own share.—
His career in this life is a talc of my.
tery—" to be continued in the next."—
He is only thought of when things go
wrong in the journal. Curiosity then
looks out at the corner of its eyes, and
with brows and lips pursed up, queru
lously ejaculates, who is lie l' If, by
chance, praise instead of censure should
be meditated, the wrong man is imme
diately mentioned. People are only cer
tain of their editor when they are going
to cowhide him. Is there a bright pas
sage or two in an indifferent article, you
may be sure that they are not indebted
for that polish to the editorial pen. Is
there a dull phrase or harsh period in
some favorite contribution I—Oh, the
editor has altered it, or neglected to re
vise the press ! But if the editor is
abused for what he inserts, he is twice
abused for what he rejects. It is a cu
rious feature of his, destiny, that if he
strike out but a single line of an article, I
whether in poetry or prose, that very
line is infallibly the crowning beauty of
the production. It is not a little odd,
that when he declines a paper, that pa
per is sure to be by far the best thing
the author ever wrote.
Accepted articles may be bad ; reject
ed ones are invariably good. It is ad
mitted that judgment is the first essen
tial for an editorship, and it is at the
same time insisted on, that judgment is
exactly the quality which the editor has
not. An author is praised in a review
—lie is grateful to an individual writer,
whose name he has industriously inqui
red for; an author is condemned in a
review—he is unspeakably disgusted
with the editor. Week after week,
month after month, the said editor suc
cors the oppressed, raises up the weak,
applauds virtue, exalts talent—he pens
or promulgates the praises of friends--
of their books, pictures % acting safety
lamps and stedn► paddles—but from the
catalogue of golden names, his own is
an eternal absentee.
MOST AWFUL SHIPWRECK,
DREADFUL CATASTROPHE-THE
STEAMER ATLANTIC' WRECK
ED ON FISHER'S ISLAND, LONG
ISLAND SOUND-GREAT LOSS
OF LIFF—SUFFERING OF THE
SURVIVORS, &c.
[From the N. Y. Courier & Enquirer.)
The morning boat from Bostonbrings
full and heart-rending particulars of the
loss of the noble steamer Atlantic, with
about FORTY lives !
She left Allyn's Point for this city at
about half past 12 o'clock on Thursday
morning, with between 70 and SO per
sons on board, as nearly as can be ascer
tained. including passengers, crew, ser
vants, &e., and had just got well under
way when the steam chest exploded and
the wind at the same time shifted to the
southwest and blew almost a hurricane.
Many persons were scalded and the air
resounded with their cries. Captain
Dustan immediately called all hands to
the forward deck and ordered them to
heave over their anchors, but the violence
of the gale and the sea, which broke
constantly over the bows, rendered it
the labor of an hour to get all three out.
The steamer worked heavy, plunging
her bows under at every lurch and
dragging her anchors. Between the
time of anchoring and daylight she had
dragged her anchors about eleven miles.
The fires were put out at day light, and
the passengers and crew suffered greatly
from the intensity of the cold, n 5 thz;
only means of keeping warm was by
Wrapping themselves in blankets and
walking briskly about the boat.
All began to look to their own person
al safety, put on the life-preservers and
prepared themselves for an emergency.
The doors, shutters, settees, &c., &c.,
were detached and cut away, for rafts
to drift ashore upon, whenever she
should strike. The gale increasing in
violence, Capt. Dustan ordered about
forty tons of Coal to be thrown over-
I I board, in order to lighten the vessel.
About noon on Thursday, the smoke
pipes, which were very large and heavy
were ordered to be thrown overboard.—
This was done, the Captain assisting,
and the steamer was eased for a short
time, as there was less surface offered
to the force of the wind. The steamer
continued to drift however, and every
thing looked hopeless.
The danger increased so rapidly, that
between 2 and 3 o'clock Capt. Dustan
ordered the leeks to be cleared of all
merchandize—of everything thrt was
in the way. Cases of boots, shoes, bar
rels of flour, stoves, &c., &c. including
one package said to contain $7OOO weeth
of plate, were thrown overboard. There
were six to eight thousand dollars worth
of lace on board, belonging to one of
the passengers—who had previously
said that he would give the whole to
any one who would put him safely
ashore. This lace was afterward; seen
strewn along the beach.
All these efforts, however, to save the
steamer were unavailing. No person
worked harder than Capt. Dustan, and
his passengers and crew. After their
repeated and united efforts had failed,
all hopes of safety were over, and all
felt desirous and anxious that the steam
er should strike the beach.
About midnight she parted one of her
cables, there being four out, one attach
ed to 3000 weight of furnace bars, and
the others to anchors. After this the
gale continued to increase, and blevati
perfect hurricane. She was driven still
nearer the shore, but passed a point that
all expected she would strike upon. She
then drifted about 11 miles further, ma
king in all 22 miles, which occupied 48
hours, of terrible uncertainty and suffer
ing. She then struck, stern first, on a
ledge of rocks on Fisher's Island. A
tremendous sea threw her up on to the
very top of the ledge, so far up, indeed,
as almost to throw her over on to the
other side. This was the crisis in the
disaster. It was terrible and heartrend
ing in the extreme. In five minutes af
ter she struck she was in pieces. In
these live minutes, at least one-half of
those on board the Atlantic were taken
from time into eternity. The screams,
the crash, the roar of the sea was dread
ful.
There were 6 females, 4 children and
2 infants among the passengers. All the
females were drowned or crushed to
death. Only one of the children was
saved, and he was the only one of the
family of which he was a member. His
father, mother, married sitter and a
[EDITOR AND PROPRIETOR.
WHOLE NO, 567,
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I young sister, and two young broihera
were on hoard. The poor little orphan
thus saved, and thus thrown alone on
the World, is only 12 years of age. The
I - infants were drowned, frozen or crush
! ed to death.
OFFICERS, CREW AND PASSENGERS Lbsr.
—Capt. Dustan, of the Atlantic ; Dt.
Hoosier, of the Navy; Lieut. Norton,
of the Army ; A Clergyman named
Armstrong j Otlatido Pitts, Sec'y
ston Ins. Co. Boston; French, Clk.
in Merchants' Ins. Co. Boston; Mrs.
Hilton, Stewardess ; Sarah Johnson,
Chambermaid ; Sarah Ruby, of Provi
dence, do. ; Eliza Wacob, servant to
Mrs. Lewis; John Walton, Mrs. Jane
Walton, John Walton, James Walton,
Eleanor Jane Walton, all of one family,
from West Newburg, Pa. ; Robert Vine,
Jacob Walton, of the same family, saved;
John Glenson, Thomas Gedney, Michael
Dougherty, Charles Ryley, John Mae
/Orlin, of the crew, lost:
The Atlantic.
A painful interest continues to sur
round this ill-fated vessel. We gather
a few additional particulars from the
York papers!
We ere indebted to Mr: Goold, of
Adorns & Co's Express, one of the sur
vivors, for the following particulars :
Up to the tine he left Fisher's Island,
(Saturday night) 38 bodies were found,
The names of AIL we are unable to ob
tain. All the women aboard the boat
were drowned. Five of them were cabin
passengers, two deck s itnd three cham
hermaids, all of whose bodies hate been
found. Nothing indicated a great alarm
among the passengers, up to the time of
her striking. Most of them were in the
ladies cabin when she struck, as he un
derstands, and he apprehends that a
great many perished there by being
crushed.
Tito report of the robbery of the pas•
sengers, by cutting and rifling their
trunks, &c., Mr. G. believes to
he entirely false. tis true, he states,
that a groat many of the trunks came
Inshore with nothing in them but that
i was mused by the action of the waves.
No appearance of a knife could be per
ceived ; and in fact all the baggage that
came ashore, as tar as he could ascer
tain, was taken care of by Mr. Winth
, rap.
Disadvantage of a Homely Wife,
You can't get along in the world with
a homely wile. She'll spend half her
time in looking in the glass, and turn
and t.vist, and brush and fix till she
gets completely vexed with her own ug
liness, and then she'll go right off and
speak the baby.
She'll never be pleased with herself
—and that's the reason why she'll be
always fretting or scolding at somebody
or other. She'll be quarrelling with all
the pretty girls in the neighborhood.
And then she must have so many fin
ger-rings, ear-jewels, flounces and os
trich feathers—so much all-fired expen
siVe, flaring finery, to make her look any
way nice at all, that no reasonable man
can stand it.
The glaring colors and flashy dress
patterns recently brought into market,
were gotten up especially for the benefit
of ugly women, to draw the attention of
men from their faces to their frocks.
We never see one of those gaudy dress
es in the streets without involuntarily
shuddering and feeling an uncontrola
ble apprehension of meeting one of
Shakspeare's "shrivelled shrews," or a
"made up" figure, ornamented with one
glass eye, a stray tooth, and a tongue
hung on a pivot to illustrate perpetual
motion. Never marry an ugly wife un
less you are a universal genius, or have
a large capital, for if you hav'nt got the
"pewter" you will have to be a painter,
jeweller, calico printer, end furbelow
maker general, and get ittle but squalls
and scratches for your pains—in other
words, as Sam 'Yeller says, you will be
in a perfect cat-egory.—Punch.
IMPORTANT DISCLOSURES.-B. Sterigere,
Esq., Prosecuting Attorney, in company
with constable Murray, visited a house
in Airy street, in this borough on Sat
urday last for the purpose of a search.
They succeeded in finding a press used
by counterfeiters for printing bank notes,
a quantity of bank note paper and a jar
of ink, but the plates were not to be
found. How it was abstracted, or by
whom, is a subject for further inquiry.
The persons residing in the house were
arrested, and in accounting for the pres
ence of the articles seized, represented
that they had been brought there by a
person durijig the summer, who had oc
cupied a room in the house as a boarder
for some ten days, and on leaving had
stowed them away, promising to call for
thin at some subsequent time. They
also declared their ignorance of the pur
pose for which they were intended.--
.V orristown Herald.