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    IlL\TI)G1)0) JO REAL,
VOL. XI, NO. 50.
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He comer not—l have watched the moon go down,
But yet he comes not—once it was not so.
He thinks not how these bitter tears do flow,
The while he holds his riot in that town.
Yet ho will come, and chide, and I shall weep ;
And ho will wake my infant from is sleep,
To blend its feeble wailing with my tears.
10 ! how I love a mother's watch to keep,
Over those sleeping eyes, that smile, which cheers
My heart, though sunk in sorrow, fix'd and deep.
I had a husband once, who loved me—now
lie ever weare a frown upon his brow,
And feeds his passion on a wanton's lip,
As bees front laurel flower's poison alp;
But yet, I cannot hate-0 ! there were hours
When I could hang forever on his eye,
And Time, who stole with silent swiftness by,
Strewed, as he hurried on, his path with flow're.
I toed him then—he loved me too—my heart
Still finds its fondness kindle, if he smile;
The memory of our loves will no'er depart ;
And though he often sting me with a dart,
Venom'd and harb'd, and mete upon the vile,
Caresses which his bebe and mine should share;
Though he should spurn me, I will calmly bear
His madness—and should sickness come and lay
Its paralyzing hand upon him, then
I would, with kindness, all my wrongs repay,
Until the penitent should weep and say,
How injured and how faithful I had been.
From Godey's Lady's Book.
" And the mother gave, in tears and pain,
The flowers she most did love,
She knew she'd find them all again,
In the fields of light above."
The death of a little child is to the
mother's heart like the night dew on a
plant from which a bud has perished.
The plant lifts up its head in fresher
greenness to the morning light; so the
mother's soul gathers from the dark sor
through which he has passed, a
fresh brightening of her heavenly hopes.
As she bends over the empty cradle I
and in fancy brings her sweet infant be
fore her, a ray of divine light is on the
cherub face. It is her son still, but with I
the seal of immortality on his fair brow.
She feels that heaven was the only at- I
mosphere where her precious flower
could unfold without spot or blemish, and
she would not recall the lost. But the I
,anniversary of his departure seems to
'ring her spiritual presence near her..
She indulges in that tender grief which
soothes, like an opiate in pain, all the
hard passages and cares of life. The
world is no longer with her. She lives
in the past, so sweet with human love
and hope—in the future, so glorious
With heavenly love and joy. She has '
treasures of happiness which the wordly,
unchastened heart never conceived. The
bright, fresh flowers with which she has
decorated her room, the apartment where
her infant died, are emblems of the far
brighter hopes now dawning on her day
dream. She thinks of the glory and
beauty of the New Jerusalem, where the
little foot will never find a thorn among
the flowers to render a shoe necessary.
Nor will a pillow be wanting for the
dear head reposing on the head of the
kind Saviour. And she knows her in
fant is there, in that world of eternal
bliss. She has marked one passage in
that Book—to her emphatically the word
of Life—now lying closed on her toilette
table, which she daily reads: "Suffer
little children, and forbid them not to
/ come unto me; for of such is the king
dom of heaven."
merly the usage of the Swiss peasantry
to watch the setting sun, until he had
left the valleys and was sinking behind
the ever snow-clad mountains, when the
mountaineers would seize their horns,
and sing through the instrument, "Praise
the Lord." This was caught up from
Alp to Alp by the de/scendants of Tell,
and repeated until it reached the valleys
below. A solemn silence then ensued,
until the last trace of the sun disappear
ed, when the herdsman on the top sung
out, "Good Night," which was repeated
as before, until every one had retired to
his resting place.
Tho child is father to the man."— Wordsworth,
The other evening, about sundown,
while passing through one of the streets
in the vicinity of St. Mary's market,
says the New Orleans Delta, we were
attracted by a number of boys engaged
in a mock martial combat. In a large
vacant lot a fortification had been raised
(probably for some building purpose,)
which commanded four sides, and, in
deed, was nearly as large as some of
the bona fide Mexican forts that we have
seen. The lads numbered about thirty,
and not one of them could be more than
12 years age. After having divided
themselves into two parties (Americans
and Mexicans) they proceeded to mor
tal combat; but just as they were on
the eve of commencing, a dispute arose
as to the division of their forces. Very
few of the boys seemed disposed to play
the part of the Mexican soldier ; but a
black-haired, dark-eyed lad, (who was
called Gen. Ampudia,) desired to hold a
conference with Gen. Taylor. Here
upon, a little, scrubby, yellow-faced
young fellow, advanced, with a small,
white rag hung on a piece of stick.—
Gen. Taylor, who was rather a short
legged, corpulent young gentleman, aged
about ten years, bowed very slightly,
and said, "Happy to see Ampudia, sir;
happy to see him, sir. Let him come
to my quarters, sir, and I'll talk with
Presently Ampudia was seen coming
towards " Young Rough and Ready,"
attended by his suite and army, in all
consisting of nine boys, armed with
laths and sharp sticks. The two Gen
erals had a war-talk, at the conclusion
of which young Zack was heard to say,
"Well, sir, you may have all of my men
who are willing to go with you, and as
many more as you can get, sir; and I'll
fight you then, sir!"
Here there was a prospect of the play
being broken up, but at last they agreed
the Mexican boys should out-number
the American ; and in due time the bat
tle begun. The Mexicans entrenched
themselves within the fort, and the Ame
ricans occupied the open space on the
outside. All three battles—Resaca de
la Palma, Palo Alto, and Monterey—
were fought at one and the same time.
Now a stick would be poked over the
parapets of the miniature fort—sonic
young rascal would cry " boom !" and
then small clods of earth would be
thrown amongst the Americans, who
were armed with two or three little six
' penny sky-rockets, by way of artillery.
" Capt. May," said the General, "1
want you to take that battery."
Just as the gallant young Captain was
about to execute this order, a comrade,
who was about to apply a lighted cigar
to the end of a rocket, shouted, "Hold
on, Charley, till I draw their fire!"
‘ Bang !" went the rocket, and loud
huzzas were heard among the American
lines. Then a general rush was made
into the fort—the Mexicans fled helter
skelter, and Ampudia surrendered him
self and his forces into the hands of
! " Young Rough and Ready."
The battle would have been continued
to Saltillo or San Luis Potosi,.but Gen.
Taylor very wisely told his troops "that
they had no more rockets ; they were
tired; he knew they were hungry, and
had to learn their lessons for school
next day. Besides," added he, being a
, little chagrined, apparently, "Father
only give me leave to go this far; but
when he hears I said my task so well
to-day, I think he'll let me come to-mor
row, when I shall have more rockets,
and more sticks, and then we'll play
Who will not say with Wordsworth,
" The child is father to the man."
Wear a Smile,
Which will yin' do—smile and make
others happy, or be crabbed, and make
every body around you miserable 'I You
can live among beautiful flowers and
singing birds, or in the mire surrounded
by fogs and frogs. The amount of hap
piness you can produce is incalculable,
if you will show a smiling face—a kind
heart—and speak pleasant words. On
the other hand, by sour looks, cross
words, and a fretful disposition, you
can make scores and hundreds wretched
almost beyond endurance. Which will
yen dol. Wear a pleasant countenance
—let joy beam in your eyes, and love
glow on your forehead. There is no
joy so great as that which springs from
a kind act or a pleasant deed-- , and you
may feel it at night when you rest, at
morning when you rise, and through the
day, when about your daily business.
. A smile—who will refuse a smile,
The sorrowing breast to cheer'!
And turn to love the heart of guile,
And check the falling tear I
A pleasant smile for every face.
0, 'tis a blessed thing !
It will the lines of care erase,
And spots of beauty bring."
The Widow Siouggs on Husbands.
" That's the way," exclaimed the im-
Anous little widow, "I never knew it
io fail in my life; as sure as you see a
woman have a good husband, he's cer
tain to die; but if she's got a drunken,
good-for-nothing fellow, that never does
anything for. her, she can't get rid of
him no how you fix it ; he won't die !
That was just the way with my first
man, poor soul, I feel kind a sorry for
all, when 1 think of him ; but it was
next thing to impossible to git that fel
low to die. He tormented my life out
of me, night and day, for a most twelve
years. I thought I was never a going
to get rid of him at all. No matter what
happened to him, it never hurt him.—
He'd fall down cellar steps, when drunk
—tumble into the river—get run over
—pitch into the fire—knocked down by
thunder—singed by lightening—pum
melled in fights—thrown out of wagons
by run-a-way horses—kicked, cuffed,
and beat about in every way a mortal
man could be, but he was kill-proof
agin them all.
One day, however, after an awful
shaking with delirium tremens he went
off and bought a sixpence worth of rat's
bane ; says he to me, says he, " Sally,
I'm a goen to do it ! Do what I says I.
" Why," says he, "I'm goen to do what
you have bin all along wanten me to—
I'm a goen to kill myself." No sich
good news, says I. I ain't afeerd of it
—the devil aint ready for you yit.—
With that poor Ben clapped the pizen
to his mouth and swallered the hull of it
at once; and so that was the last of my
first poor husband. I giv him a good
funeral though. Nobody can say I didn't.
I believe in a wife payen proper respects
to her husband's remains, even if he
does treat her bad when liven."
" Well," said J, "How about your
last husband, Mrs. Smuggs
"Ah !" sighed the widow, wiping a
tear from her eye with the corner of her
apron, "Ah ! now you touch a tender
spot in my feelens ; be was a husband a
woman might well be proud of. Always
brought his [timings hum every Satur
day night reglar. Says he,
says he, " there's the raal stuff for you ;
now give us a buss for it." But he's
gone, poor, dear man—he's gone now,
and I'll never see his likes again." And
here Mrs. Smuggs heaved a fresh sigh,
and wiped another briny tear from the
fountain. " Poor, dear man," she con
tinued, "I well remember the very day he
died. After I had seen him safe depos
ited under the green turf, I came home
all in tears and distress, and went up into
my bedroom, which was in the back part
of the house, to meditate upon him : and
there I sot, and sot, and sot ; but I
couldn't meditate a bit, for every time I
tried to think, the little devils in the next
yard made such a noise it druv every
thing clean out of my head."
We bid the widow good morning,
promising to call again soon.
A Strange Story.
Some years since, a Sergeant in the
regular army stationed at Fort Leaven
worth deserted but was soon pursued
and retaken. He was then accused of
having stolen a sum of money belong- !
ing to Lieut. T., an officer of his corps.
After his arrest the stolen money wns
found upon him. The Lieutenant hav
ing learned the arrest of the Sergeant
disappeared, and it was generally sup
posed that he had been assassinated.—
When the accused was brought to trial
his only reply to the many charges
brought against him was, "where is my
accuser 1" confront me with him, it will
then appear which of us is guilty. The
Lieutenant could not be found. The
Sergeant then declared that for some
time past his officer had tempted him
to desert, expecting thus to make him
appear guilty of appropriating to his
own purposes public funds, which he
had himself purloined, yielding at last
to the solicitations of the officer, the
Sergeant had fled. To enable him to
escape the officer had given him $2OO
and a horse, which however, before he
had proceeded far died, in consequence
of which contretems he was arrested.
The Sergeant was however found guilty
and shut up in the penitentiary of Mis
souri, where he now is.
On the first of last October, when the
Mexican troops evacuated Monterey, an
officer of Gen. Worth's command thought
in one of the Mexican Colonels he rec
ogzed an old acquaintance, and soon
became satisfied that the Lieutenant and
the Colonel were the same person. As
the Mexican troops defiled by this Col.
wore his cap pulled over his face, and
seemed to avoid the glances of his coun
trymen. But many persons had recog
nised him, and questions which were
readily answered by other Mexican offi
cers, rendered the suspicion positively
certain. A petition for the pardon of
the Sergeant has been sent to the proper
There are many persons in the world
who are in the habit of speaking lightly
or contemptuously of their neighbors,
and some who do not scruple to treat
those who are absent with the greatest
disrespect, by showing up their faults to
those who are present, without ever al
luding to any good qualities they pos
sess. There is nothing so detestable as
this habit of backbiting in society ; it
often produces the greatest bitterness of
feeling between those who ought to live
in peace and good fellowship towards
each other, and it never does any good.
It generally arises from a selfish feeling,
but sometimes from thoughtlessness ; in
either case it is injurious to society, and
ought to be condemned by every well
meaning and sensible person. Selfish
persons have such an appreciation of
themselves, and the situation they hold
in society, they are apt to speak of others
with contempt, and are ever happy when
they discover the least fault (however
trivial it maybe) in some of their neigh
bors or acquaintances. Instead of which
it would be as well for them to examine
their own conduct, to see whether they
are without fault, and ask themselves
whether they would like any fault or
foible they were guilty of, to be the
subject of conversation among their
neighbors. It would be better if they
were to consider the noble destiny which
all mankind partake of in common with
themselves, both as respects the great
moral end of this life, and the more sub
lime prospect of the future—if they
would remember the great fellowship of
their common humanity ; the social end
which, as a part of a great community,
we are all working to attain and which
awaits us at the close of our brief exis
tence. Let them reflect upon these
things and not offend their Creator by
injuring their fellow-creatures; rather
let them judge others with tenderness,
as they would wish to be judged, putting
aside the weeds that cover the surface
lof the character of their neighbors, to
ascertain the depth and sweetness of the
clear water beneath it.
Bible Reading of Public Characters,
Lord Kenyon who understood law
rather better than the gospel, closed one
of his charges to the jury as follows :
" Finally, gentlemen, I would call your
attention to the example of the Roman
Emperor Julian, who was so distinguish
ed for the practice of every Christian
virtue, that lie was called Julian the
But we need not leave our own coun
try for similar examples among our le
gislators. We find Mr. Hodge, a mem
ber of Congress from Illinois, in the
course of debate, quoting the following
lines as coming from the bible:
, 'While yet the lamp holds out to burn,
The vilest sinner may return."
And Col. Benton, in the Senate, spoke
of our Saviour having cast seven devils
out of a certain man, and of the swine
who ran violently into the sea and per
ished, &c.
Two members of a State Legislature,
at the close of the session, addressed a
circular to their constituents—" We
hope the course we have pursued, and
; the votes we have given, will meet your
I approbation. 11' e hope you will say to
us, as Nathan said to David, Weil
done, good and faithful servant."
" Mr. Speaker," said a member of a
legislative body, earnestly opposing a
; measure before the House,
" Mr. Speak
' er, I would no more vote for that, than
I would fall down and worship the gold
en calf that Abraham made."
Mr. Speaker," said another mem
ber, "it was not Abraham that made the
golden calf ; it was Nebuchadnezzer."
Au editor of one of our newspapers,
when giving an obituary notice of a wor
thy man, remarked : .
---1 6 We 'may say of him as the Holy
Scriptures have so beautifullyexpressed
it—" An honest man is the noblest work
of God."
One of our city editors, himself a
clergyman, too, refers to Daniel as hay
ing persecuted the Saints before he be
came a Christian.
The last case I shall give is taken
from Waddy Thompson's " Recollec
tions of Mexico," in which, speaking of
the hospital of Lazarus, he says—" The
inmates would have rivalled in sores
and rags , the brother of Mary and Mar
tha."—dist's adv.
at Detroit for murder, some time since,
about fifty jurors were summoned before
a panel could be obtained for the trial.
Some few had conscientious scruples,
many had expressed opinions on the sub
ject, and one, on being challenged, said
he did not know whether he had "formed
an opinion or not, but that he did not
take any newspaper.". He was immedi
ately pronounced incompetent.
The following notice of the termina
tion of the earthly career of the Hon.
Felix G. McConnell, M. C. from Alaba
ma, should be calculated to arrest the
attention of all who are entering upon a
similar course of life ; and in this com
munity, we regret to say, they are not a
few. Our readers will recollect that he
committed suicide in Washington city
last summer, while laboring under mania
apotu :—Ed. Journal.
It is stated by an apparently well in
formed Washington correspondent of
the New York Herald, that if Mr. Mc-
Connell had put MT his self-destruction
for three days, he would have died a
more natural death. He was reduced
to skin and bone, he had eaten nothing
for four days—his stomach refused
every thing, the clavicle, or shoulder
blades, were protruding through the
skin, and symptoms of gangrene were
already visible at the points of abrasion ;
he was, even while alive, in a process of
decomposition; his mind was dethroned;
his very soul abhorred the charnel house
in which it was confined, and prompted
him to its suicidal release. Some days
before this sad catastrophe of his most
ruinous career, lie called upon the Pres
ident for a hundred dollars to take him
home. The President said he only had
about fifty in his pocket, to which the
Ideceased was welcome; but Mac insist
ed on the hundred, which, without fur
ther parley, the President sent out and
procured for him; and advised Mac, in
a kindly milliner, to go home and try to I
do better. Poor Mac, haunted by su
pernatural fears, brightened up at the
idea that there was still one man who
was his friend—one who did not carry
a revolver to shoot him down the moment
his back was turned, and left, protesting
his repentance and gratitude. The
President has the satisfaction of know
ing that the death of the unfortunate
man cannot be attributed to his failures
to borrow the sum desired to take him
home. Had the President, from even
the most benevolent nature, refused the
applicant his petition, there would be
ground for some uneasiness; but as he
gave him the money to remove him from
the bar rooms of Washington, and to
get him home to the remedial influences
of a wife and family, the Chief Magis
trate stands approved as having done
all he could to save the sinking man.
We have often heard the deceased
speak of his little wife and his four
children, and tell of her self-sacrificing,
enduring and Christian spirit, how she
bore with all his weaknesses, and how,
by kindness, she endeared and hoped to
reclaim him, rather than by reproaches.
Last winter, in one of his sprees, (as
they are called) he bought a beautiful
Bible, and carried it round from bar
room to bar-room, saying that that was
a present for his little woman. We hope
she has received it, and that in its pages
she will find comfort to her broken spirit
in the dark hour of this last dreadful
visitation. May God bless her, and
sustain her through the trial.
A WORD TO Bors.—The "Learned
Blacksmith" says—Boys, did you ever
think that this great world, with all its
wealth and woe, with all its mines and
mountains, seas and rivers, with all its
shipping and steamboats, railroads and
magnetic telegraphs, with all its millions
of darkly . groping men, and all the
science and progress of ages, will soon
be given over to the hands of the Boys
of the present age—Boys like you, as
sembled in school-rooms, or playing
without them on both sides of the Atlan
tic 1 Believe it, look abroad on your
inheritances, and get ready to enter upon
its possession. The Kings, Presidents,
Governors, Statesmen, Philosophers,
Ministers, Teachers, Men of the future,
are all Boys, whose feet, like yours,
cannot reach the floor, when seated on
the benches upon which they are learn
ing to master the monosylables of their
respective languages.
iments with this preparation have been
made at the U. S. Arsenal, in Washing
ton, by Capt. Alfred Mordecai, of the
The firing from a musket barrel, sus
pended on the balistic pendulum, proved
that sixty grains of well prepared cot
ton are equal to one hundred and twen
ty grains of the very best gunpowder.
With a
one pound of gun
' cotton nearly as strong as three
pounds of ordinary powder ; but it did
not keep up this proportion. As the
charge was increased, two pounds of
cotton were about equal to four pounds
of powder.
A shell, which required several pounds
of powder to burst it, was filled with
less than two ounces of the cotton, and,
upon being discharged, it exploded most
beautifully.—Balt. .Imerican.
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WHOLE NO, 570.
We clip the following from the late
foreign news, taken from the London
Times :
The little republic of Cracow seems
likely to set the crowned heads of Eu
rope by the cars. The territory in ques
tion is now formally absorbed in the
Austrian empire, to the great scandal of
all who respect he faith of treaties, and
the rights of legitimate government.—
This step has been forced upon Aus
tria, it is said, by the Czar of Russia,
with the consent of Prussia. The an
nexation, or absorption, is most unpal
atable to France, which has strongly pro
tested against, and urged England to
join in the protest; but the Whig Cab
inet, displeased at the Montpensier mar
riage, stands aloof, and protests singly,
gratified, apparently ] at the opportunity
which has so speedily occurred, of ma
king the French Monarch feel his little
ness in carrying off the Infanta, contra
ry to their wishes, for the aggrandise
ment of his family.
The treaty of Vienna secured the in
dependence of the ancient capital of Po
land, and now the treaty is set aside
with as little compunction as a penniless
customer is ejected from a pot-house at
midnight. Two out of the five contract
ing powers are inst , lted by the act ; but
the spirit of amity having been broken
recently between the dissentients, the
three great Northern Powers think the
occasion opportune for violating justice
and decency with impunity. Had Eng
land and France remained true to:each
other, this perpetration, at which every
honest mind revolts, would never have
been consummated.
The plea for the aggression is, that
Cracow, instead of being neutral, be
came the focus of conspiracy and re
bellion; and the late attempt to secure
the nationality of Poland, filled, in the
estimation of the despots, the measure
of the little Republic's iniquity.
The Austrian General, Count Castig
lione, took possession of Cracow on the
10th ult., in the name of the Emperor
of Austria; and handed the civil gov
ernment over to the Count Maurice de
Deyme, Aulic Commissioner.
. •
The two Counts assembled all the
civil and mighty authorities in the Pal
ace of the Senate ; and two documents,
authorising the proceedings, were read
by Count Castiglione, in the German
and Polish languages. A salute of twen
ty-one guns was fired; Count Castiglione
presided over a public banquet, at which
the chief toast was " The Emperor,"
the chief music the Austrian anthem,
and at night the official buildings were
illuminated. The popular aspect, it is
said, was that of deep melancholy.
The official documents read by the
Count consists of an edict, bearing date
the 11th November, signed by the Empe
ror of Austria. and countersigned by
three of his Ministers; and of a proc
lamation by Count Castiglione, dated at
Cracow on the 16th.
The proclamation embodies the "con
ventions" agreed to by the Three Pow
ers on the sth ult. It sets forth very
fully the reasons which have induced the
present measure.
Major Ringgold's Teamster.
The New Orleans Picayune, alluding
to the arrival of the committee with
Major Ringgold's remains, says that
they have with them that lamented offi
cers favorite teamster, Kelly. " But a
few days before the battle of the Bth,
the poor fellow had served out his time,
and on the evening before the battle,
Major Ringgold, knowing his skill in
driving, said—" Kelly, I cannot go to
fight without you." "Very well, Major,"
replied the brave fellow, "you shall not
go without me." On he went—and be
fore sunset of that' memorable day, poor
Kelly had lost his right arm near the
shoulder. Here he is, commended to
these gentlemen and to Baltimore sym
pathy, by Major Gardner, the officer in
command at Point leabel, having served
his country, but not entitled to pension,
owing to his being simply a volunteer.
Surely our country will see him righted!"
pondent from Havana writes to our friend
of La Patria, that the grand prize of the
Royal Lottery, the $lOO,OOO, was drawn
by about fifty negroes, most of them
slaves. They had joined to buy three
whole tickets, and gave one dollar each,
for that purpose. Fortunately one of
those tickets was the number 3996, and
on the morning of the 18th they found
that each of them had won $2OOO. This,
surely, is more than sufficient to buy the
slaves' freedom, as their regular value
is from $5OO to $750, and 'alien they
have the money and wish to buy their
freedom, their masters are obliged to
sell them.—N. 0. Delta.
f Is that the way you come round
a fellow!" as the sun said to the earth.