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Owing to our position, its shades may be too dark to-day and as we gaze on the dreary prospective "Spring's sweet bloom may wither in our hearts," but a change of circumstances to-morrow invests it with a mellower and a sweeter radiance, and whilst beholding its vari gated hues, sadness takes wings and we feel a joyous thrill vibrating through the soul as though Its cords had been swept by a seraph's hand. Though the rose does conceal a thorn it is sweet still I Though the bee gathers honey from the fragrant flower for its food as well as extracts 'venom from the same for its sting, are they the less beautiful on that account 7 Though one .friend that we folded fondly to our bosom and 'twined around him our holiest affections proved • hissing serpent, are there not many others still remaining who are true to us as the needle to the pole I 4, Angels are bright still, thought the brightest fell." I believe that those who have experienced sorrows have a more lively and exalted appre ciation of gladness. Those only who have had a heartstring severed by the rude hand of adver sity ran enjoy to the full the delicious minister ing. of Prosperity. Those alone whose cheeks have been made pale by disease can estimate properly the exquisite thrills imparted by rich, racy, rosy health. And those only who have experienced the crushing consciousness of being alone in the world with no eye to shed the pity ing tear at their distress no angel voice to whis per encouragement to their desponding souls, no loved one to smile away the clouds of sadness and with affection's glance dissipate its gloom —no genial mind to impart such counsel and in spire such energies as will enable them to sur rnountall barriers and place their standard proud ly beyond the realms of haggard woe! Yes, those only who have experienced these things are permitted to feel in all its glory the raptu rous bliss of sympathy and love ;—that kind of sympathy which prompts the hand to embrace as well a. defend; and that kind of love which, while it shields from every danger, stimulates ambition and makes them emulous of attaining an honorable renown I As all our efforts cannot be crownedwith suc cess; ae we must have many of our sweeetest and most cherished aspirations crushed by the Juggernaut of the world and shrouded in the bloomy folds of disappointment, SYMPATHY has een humanly provided to lighten the burthens which life imposes and twine around its cares the fragrant wreaths of consolotary hope. lam well aware that there is a class of persons whose vanity induces them to claim the honorable ti tle of man and who aspire to the dignified pre rogatives of his estate, whose pigmy souls have never vibrated with a single feeling devoid of selfishness, whose hearts nre as arid as Sahara and as incapable of thrilling with generous emotions as a rock of adamant. Creatures who grow fat on the misfortunes of others, and whose sensibilities are so blunted that they neither seek nor require sympathy. They live and are despised; they die, nor more are named," and to manifest any of the finer feelings of hu manity towards them would indeed he " casting your pearls before swine." Bet, the larger portion of mankind imperatively demands its ex ercise and it seems essential to their existence as social beings. I have seen even the strong heart of manhood, ready to break with anguish, experience sweet relief when pouring its woes Into the bosom of sympathising friendship, and receiving in return the inspiriting balm of genuine consolation. Thus the bitter waters found vent—the consuming grief was as suaged—the subtle poison which embittered ex istence and robbed the pillow of repose, was fur nished with an antidote, and the sufferer no lon ger sighed for rest " In that solemn, silent, simple spot, The mouldering realms of peace, Where human passions are forgot And human follies cease," Without it existence would be a night without a morn, a sorrow without a joy, a shadow with out a substance, a misery without a solace, a curse without a blessing. Who that has ever experienced its influence lighting up, as with sunbeams the shadowy depths of his secret sor rows can ever forget it 1 Who that has ever felt its God-like ministerings filling every ave nue of the soul with a torrent of happy emotions, but cherishes the recollections of fond fidelity. Adversity were indeed a bitter cup without it, and few there be who can cope successfully with the gloomy giant in its absense. It is the sweet oasis in the desert of life where we can recuper ate our overtasked energies. It is the delicioup fountain gushing up on our rugged pathway to refresh our exhausted spirits with its cooling waters. It is our cloud by day and our pillar of fire .by night, inspiring courage to press on through the wilderness to the Promised Land. I,; our journey onward it will materially en hance our pleasures and mitigate many of our sorrows by constantly remembering that this is Earth—not Heaven I That we should be dis appointed in many of our plans is a natural con sequence resulting from our finite and imper fect minds. Perfection has no existence here. Many believe that it does exist and hundreds of noble natures have pursued it only to find it an ignie-fattius which lured them nn either to misan throphy or suicide. It is wise therefore not to cal culate too confidently on having all our wishes re alized, for difficulties must and will intervene to prevent their consummation. The base calum niator, "lost to honor, dead to shame," well spit forth his venom to rob you of 4 friend. The Jarus-faced hypocrite will assume the innocency of the dove to win your confidence that he may exhibit the vile attributes of . thin vulture in its betrayal. The malignant ruffian animated by the spirit of a fiend, will tramper your dearest idols beneath his feet that he may gratify. his brutal instinct, in beholding you sick with hor- ror. The envious wretch will tarnish the lustre of you fair fame that his own hideousness may appear less damning, by the contrast. Aye, even the dagger of the assassin will glitter on your path Way to Antimidate and the torch of the infernal . incendiary blaze to deter you. Again. You wilt find it folly to suppose that every valley is an Eldorado--that every bram ble is the wand of an enchantress or that every rivulet is a Sacramento ! Too many commit fatal error when setting oat in life of being too prodigal of their heart's brightest coin—confi dance, and not having the wisdoan of the serpent, which crawls along the ground, they are, intluc ed to fix their gaze too high. They go on and ' stusrible into one misfortune after another--like pits which cunning devil's dig—and only dis cover their error when consciousness enables them to behold others less worthy, but more crafty, in possession of the prize. They forget that it is the eagle only that can soar to the sun —that it is the strong built ship alone that rides out in safety the futy of the ocean's tempest The weaker pinions of the lesser bird are ex hausted, ere the goal is attained, and falls to the earth the victim of a noble but too exalted am bition; and the small vessel is dashed to attoms and lies, a warning to the mariner, in scattered fragments upon the bosom of the sea !—But, it may be said that even the best digested plans of the most cautious are frequently in vain and that the most consummate and elaborate skill of science is often confounded by the merest trifle,! How true, and the moral it teaches is that man, though a Hercules he be, has not an arm as strong as God's ; that his wisdom though it be a Minerva's, dwindles into insignificence when compared with the great Jehovah's whose "per fection is as high as heaven and deeper than,hcll, and the measure thereof is longer than the earth and broader than the sea !" It is said that a certain portion of grief and sorrow are allotted to our lives and that when the clouds are early, the sunshine will be late and when the spring time. is all bright and shin ing the autumn will be full of storms. Whether this theory be true or false, the observatipn and experienee'of the reader will enable him to de. cide. One thing is certain, that every person does experience misery as well as happiness, in it greater , .or less degree, and it is for us to make the best of both. To counteract the evil effects which too much of the former would engender we are permitted the blessing of having some one to sympathise with us when sudden calamity overw•helmes; and the good Samaritan who exer cises this precious prerogative is stimulated to increase his exertions in our behalf by feeling that he himself, whilst ministering to the wants of others, experiences «a bliss beyond all that the minstrel has told. " To pour oil into the bruised heart and bind up the broken spirit is the sowing of a seed wa•hich quickly germinates and produces a lucious harvest. The soul feels that " He who hell soothed a widow's No Or wiped an orphans tear, cloth know There's something here of heaven ! " Our reverses tench us many little lessons, it is true, but after the first shock is over we expe rience a sweet calm and are left wiser and, it may be, better for our sufferings. If the iron heel of oppression does trample upon us—if we are overwhelmed with misfortune so that not a star of hope glitters in our empyrean, and the clouds are lowering ready to burst on our devo ted heads, few of us but have the consolation of knowing that their is a benign influence which will enable us to behold the returning sunshine ,! in the distance, piercing the gloom and make us thrill with the , 4 joy of rapture kindling out of wo ! " It is the lot of all to deceive and be de ceived, To seem the thing that others think And not your honest independent self." And few therebe who at some period of their lives have not worshipped a supposed divinity whom their fancies made lovely as an angel, yet when the mask has been torn off they shrink back appalled ou beho'ding a loathsome wretch, who ~ Looked the innocent flower, but was the eel , pent under it." But, my faith in Him c , who bindeth the sweet influences of Pleiades and looseth the bands of Orion, who bringeth forth Mazzaroth in his season and guideth Arcturus with his sons," induces me to believe that every thing is for the best, and that difficulties are but placed in our pathway to stimulate exertion and strength en our pinions for a bolder and a loftier flight. "We do notknow what an hour or a day may bring forth," and it often occurs that the blow which seems to be plunging us into an abyss of ruin, conducts us to the very vestibule of our hopes. Indeed, I would not be happy always even though 1 could, and I am perfectly resigned to occasionally taste of the bitter cup, fur I firmly believe that it better enables us to appreciate the excellence and enjoy with a keener relish ,the blessings so profusely lavished upon us by 'a bountiful Providence. The constant succes sions of sorrow and gladness have their charm and form that variety which seems necessary to our existence. It seems a part of God's univer sal plan, for Constant rotation of the unwearied wheel That Nature ride's upon, maintain's her health, Her beauty and fertility—she dreads An instant's pause, and lives but while she moves." 0 ! how monotonous would it be were it al ways summer, and how cheerless were it con tinual winter. How wearisome were the sultry day not succeeded by the dew-distilling night. How delicious the as rosy morn with breath all incense and with cheek all bloom," and how exquisite the night, with heaven's ebon vault jemm'd with stars "seeming a canopy which Love has spread to curtain a sleeping world." Much as I love the balmy sweetness of the zephyr winds that has been coquetting. with the redolent flowers of the sunny south, I still like to inhale the rough, invigorating blasts that have been in dalliance with the Northern snows and kissed the chilling iceburga of the Polar seas. Much as I love the gentle breathings and tran quil scenes of an autumnal day, I still like to hear the majesty of the tempest's voice in the whirlwind and the fierce mutterings of the hoarse thunder reverberating among our thous and hills. Much as I delight to see the gorge ous rainbow pillowing its variegated form upon the sable bosom of the cloud, I still love to have my soul filled with terrible awe and sublime adoration, when beholding the forked lightening's coruscations in the heavens. "Not God alone in the still calm we find. Hs mounts the storm and rides upon the wind." HUNTINGDON, PA., TUESDAY, FEBRUARY 19, 1850. American Aristocracy. Mr. Cr.ana:—l now proceed to investigate the principles embraced in the proposition r made in regard to American Aristocracy, which was published in a former number of the Jour nal. Ndne, we presume, will consider it is obli gatory on us .to trees the origin of the general system of aristocracy. This would lead us be yond the bounds ot our original proposition into the discussion of theories perhaps of mere con jecture and fancy, which would be a tediotti and unnecessary undertaking o and would also be un interesting to the Leader. Neither is the knowledge of its origin absolu tely intlispensible to the development of the principles contained in our proposition. This much, however, we will say in reference to its origin, that itis involved in great myste ry—that, like many other popular institutions, it originated in the-abstract notions of a diseas. ed mind, formed into theories of personal con equence, and was developed, like Minerva was, from the brain of Jove. Nor can it be said to devolve or. us to trace its general history. For this would also involve much perplexity, and•impose unnecessary labor. All will admit, we have no doubt, who are at all acquainted with the history of civilized society, that it has existed for many centuries, and been 'developed and practised to is very disgraceful extent. We do not pretend to argue that it was conceived and born in our midst. Long before history had unrolled her wondrous scroll, or the Philosopher had discussed the intricate science of government, or the clouds of ignorance had been dispersed by the bright luminary of civili- zation, in the eastern world, the elements of aristocracy were infused into the mind, and its consequences were felt throughout all civil so ciety. Wherever tyranny and despotism placed their unfeeling hand of power down upon the public institutions of a nation civilized or not, or the strength of ambition severed the silken cords of domestic tranquility, or the affections of mothers and wives (their only treasure) were crushed beyond the possibility of resuscitation, in the long catalogue of evils consequent, was the one which is the caption of our subject, than which none were scarcely more promi nent. Before ever the , spirit of enterprise, aided by the powerful influence of the philoso phy of the nature of things, bad constructed its tail bark, launched it upon the bosom of the mighty deep, and was awarded the discovery and possession of the western continent, for its unprecedented and unparalled undertaking, roan had drawn a distinct line of separation between himself and his fellow man, and had hewn out a system peculiar to his own distorted views and perverse feelings. But we come at once to our own country to which we promised to confine ourselves. 1 proposed to discuss the subject first, positively. Now it may be argued by sonic that the term aristocra cy, considering the principles on which our government was established, cannot be applied to any particular system, institution, or class of individuals, in it ; that it is applicable alone to governments which are exclusively vested in the hands of a few persons, who legislate and make all laws adapted to their theory and ge nius. But 1 regard this as mere presumption. For while 1 admit, that an aristocratical gov ernment cannot long exist unless under laws involving principles of that nature and tenden cy; I conceive that it dues not necessarily fol low that the same principles cannot exist out of its limits and be engrafted in institutions and codes of laws in other governments. If man were not a„ bundle of notions," and his mind were not so susceptible of innovation, there might be some plausibilityin the affirmative of the argument.—So that it must appear evident, that although our government he founded on principals as purely Democratic and Republican as any possibly can be, there can be no valid reasons given why the elements of Aristocracy cannot exist in the constitution of society, and be developed and practised to any extent. And judging from the manner in which these princi ples unfold themselves, and influence the con duct of individuals, we think they originate with out doubt, almost entirely in a feelingof superior ity created in the mind by the tendency of a com bination ol external circumstances, or even by the tendency of a single external circumstance, and it is almost universally accompanied by the de sire of power, which very much tends to strengthen it. However, this is not an essen tial element. The system of Aristocracy cannot be based on connatural principles, for none, who have ever written on the subject of mental philosophy, have discovered the least shadow of such to exist. Nor indeed, would such an argument be at all inconsistent with Scriptural principles given in relation to man's existence. One circumstance which appears to be very prominent in theformation of this system, is Ancestrial Lineage. Now, notwithstanding contrary views, it must be apparent to every reflecting mind, and acknowledged by every one who is at all in the habit of making observations on human conduct, that many have the disposi tion to build their superiority on that of their ancestors, and it is a hereditary disposition, running back ad infinttum. And if it is so, if an individual can refer for his high standing to the great services, and renouned achievements of il lustrious and distinguished ancestors, who ought to complain on account of the superior idea he entertains of himself ? And why should those who can make no such reference be considered on an equality with those who can? The very fact of itself has the inherent power or tendency to create in the mind the feeling of superiority. But this article is long enough. I will contin ue the development of this idea in the next pa , per. A young lady who was rebuked by her moth er for kissing her intended, justified herself .by quoting the passage—t , Whatsoever ye would that men should do unto you, do ye even so to them. " A COMPLIMENT TO THE LADIES.-A min ister a short time ago, hold forth to his female auditors in manner following; 44 Be not proud that our blessed Lord paid your sex the distinguished honor of appearing first to a female after the resurrection, for it was only done that the blessed tidings might spread the sooner ! " F,r the JOUI Strive on—the ocean ne'er was crossed Repining on the shore ; A nation's freedom ne'er was won When sloth the banner bore. Strive on—'tis cowardly to shrink When dangers rise around ; 'Tis sweeter far, though linked with pain, To gain the vantage ground. Bright names aro on the roll of Fame, Like stars they shine on high; They may be hid with brighter rays, But never, never die ! And these were lighted 'mid the gloom, pe low obscurity ; Struggling through years of pain and toil, And joyless poverty, But strive—this world's not all a waste, A wilderness of care ; Green spots are on the field of life, 'And fiowrets blooming fair. Then strive—but, oh! let Virtue be The guardian of your aim ! Let pure, unclouded love illume The path that leads to fame I NETTLE BOTTOM BALL: OMletsy Jones/ Tumble in the Mush " Well, it are a fact, boys," said Jim Sikcs„, "that I promised to tell you how I cuts to get out in these Platte Diggins, and./ speculate you must as well have it at onst, kase its been troublin' my conscience amazin' to keep it kiver'd up. 'The afarr raised jessy in the Net tle Bottom, and old Tom Jones' yell, when he swar he'd "thaw me up, " give my meat a slight sprinklin' of ager whenever I think on it. "You see, thar w 11); small town call ed Equality, in Illinise, that some speckelators started near Nettle Bottom, cos thar wur a spontaneous salt lick in the diggins, and no sooner did they git it agoin' and build some stores and gro ceries thar, than they wagon'd from Cin cinnatti and other up-stream Villages a pacel of fellers to attend the shops, that looked as nice, all'ays, as if they wur gain' to meetin' or on a courtin' frolic; and salt their pictures, they wur eter nally pokin' up their noses at us boys of 0 4 . e Bottom. Well, they got up a ball in the village, jest to interduce themsel ves to the gals round the neighborhood and invited a few of us to make a con trary picture to themselves, and so shine us out of comparison. Arter that ball thur won't anythin' talked on a mong the gals:but what nice fellers the clerks in Equality wur, and how nice and slick they wore their har, and their shiny boots, and the way they stir rup'd down their trowsers. You couldn't go to see one of ' em, that she wouldn't stick one of these fellers at you, and keep a talkin' how slick they looked. It got to be perfect pizen to hear of, or see the critters, and the boys got together at last to see what was to be done—the thing had grown perfectly alarmin.' At last a meetin' was agreed on down at old Jake Bent's. On next Sunday night, instead of ta kin' the gals t) meetin' whar they could see these fellers, we left 'em at home, and met at Jake's and I am of the opin ion thur was some congregated wrath thar--whew wasn't they Oil and scissors ! " says Mike Jelt, let's go down and lick the town, rite strait "" No !" hollered Dick Butts, let's kitch these slick badgers comic' out of meetin' and tare the hide and feathers off on em !" " Why darn 'em what dy'e think, boys," busted in old Jake, "1 swar if they ain't larnt my gals to wear cushins; only this mornin' 1 caught my darter Sally puttin' one on and tyin' it around her. She tho't 1 was asleep, but I seed her, and I made the jade repudiate it, and no mistake—quicker." " The boys took a drink on the oc cession, and Equality town was slum berin' for a short spell, over a con-tig ous yearthquake. At last one of the boys proposed, before we attacked the town, that we should git up a ball in the Bottom, and jest outshine the town chaps, all to death, afore we swallowed l'em. It was hard to gin in to this pro ' position, but the boys cum to it at last, and every feller started to put the afarr agoin'." " I had been a long spell hankerin' arter old Tom Jones' darter, on the branch, below the Bottom, and she was a critter good for weak eyes—may be she had'nt a pair of her own—well, if', they waeent a brace of movin' light-hous es, I would% say it-there was no cal— culatin' the extent or handsomeness of the family that gal could bring up around her, with a feller like me to look arter 'em.—Talk about gracefuliness, did you over see a maple sapplin' movin' with a south wind 1-1 t warn't a crooked stick to compar' to her, but her old dad was awful. He could just lick anythin' that said boo in them diggings, out swar Sa tan, an.d was cross as a she bar with cubs. He had a little liankertni in favor PLEBS. Strive On. 'of the fellers in town, too, for they gin him presents of Powder to hunt with, and he was precious fond of usin' his shootin' iron. I determin'd anyhow, to ask his daughter Betsy to be my partner at the Nettle Bottom Ball. Wel!, my sister Marth made me a bran new pair of buckskin trowsers to go in, and rile my pictur' if she did'nt put stirrups on 'em to keep 'em down. Sne said straps wur the fashion, and I should wore 'cm. 1 jest felt with 'em on, as if I had somethin' pressin' on me down-- all my joints wur so tight together, but Marth insisted, and I knew I could soon dance 'em off, so I gin in, and started off to the branch for Betsy Jones. " When I arriv' the old fellow wur sittin' smokin' arter his supper, and the younger Jones' wur sittin' round the ta ble, takin' theirs. A whopping big pan of mush stood rite in the centre, and a large pan of milk beside it; and lots of corn bread and butter, tend Betsy was helpin' the youngsters, while old Mrs. Jones sot by admirin' the family collec tion. Old Tom took a hard star at me, and I kind a shook, but the straps stood it, and 1 recovered myself, and gin him as good as he sent, but I wur near the door, and ready to break if he show'd Pan. - 6 4 What the h-11 are you doin' in dis guise," says the old man—he swore dreadfully—"are you cumin' down here to steal 1" "I riled up at that." . Says I, "if I tour comin' for such pursoses you'd be the last I'd hunt to steal off on." " You're right," says he, "I'd make a hole to light your innards, of you did." And the old savage chuckled. I meant because he had nothin' worth stealin' but his darter, but he tho't 'twas coss I was afeard on him." Well, purty soon I gethered up and told him what I cum down fur, and invi ted him to come up and take a drink, and see that all went on rite. Betsy was in an awful way for fear he wouldn't consent. The old 'oman here spoke in favor of the move, and old Tom thought of the licker and gin to to the measure. Off bounced Betsy up a ladder into the second story, and one of the small gals with her, to help to put on the fix ups.— I sot down in a cheer, and fell a talkin' at the old 'oman. I could hear Betsy rnakin' things stand around above. The floor was only loose boards kivered over wide joice, and every stop she made 'cm shake and rattle like a small hurricane. Old Tom smoked away and the young ones at the table would hold a spoonful of mush to thur months and look at my straps, and then look at each other and snigger, till at last the old mau seed 'em." " Well, by gun flints," says he, "ef you ain't makin' a josey—" Jest at that moment, somethin' gave way above, and may I die, ef Betsy did'nt drop rite through the floor, and sot herself flat into the mush pan ! I jest tho't for a second, that Heaven and yearth had kissed each other, and squeezed me between them. Betsy screamed like a iscape pipe,'—a spot of the mush had spattered the old man's face and burnt him, and he swore dread ful. I snatched up the pan of milk, and dashed it over Betsy to cool her off,— the old 'oman knocked me sprawlin' fur doin' it, and away went the straps. The young ones let out a scream, as if the infernal pit had broke loose, and I'd jest gin half of my hide to have been out of the old man's reach. He did reach fur me, but I lent him one of my half-blows on the smeller that spread him, and may be I did'nt leave sudden ! 1 did'nt see the branch; but I soused through it. I heered Tom Jones sway he'd thaw me up,' of an inch big of me was found in them diggins in the mornin'. I did'nt know for a spell whr.r I was runnin', but hearing nothin' behind me; I slacked up, and juia considered wheth er it was best to go home and git my straps strait, and leave; or go see the ball. Bern' as I was a manager, 1 tho't I'd go have a peep through the winder, to see of it cum up to my expectation. While 1 was lookin' at the boys goin' it, one on 'em spied me, and they hauled me in, stood me afore the fire, to dry, and all hands got round, insist& on knowin' what was the matter. I ups and tells all about it. I never heered such laffin', hollerin' and screamin% in all my days.' 'Jest then my trowsers gin to feel the fire, and shrink up about an inch a min it, and the boys and gals kept it up strong, laffin' at my scrape, and the pickle I wur in, that I gin to git riley when all at oust I seed one of these slick critters, from town, rite in among 'cm hollerin' wuss than the loudest.' ' Old Jones said he'd aim you up, did he 1' says the town feller, ' well lie arays keeps kis word.' ' That minis I biled over. I grabbed ""j . `', VOL XV, NO. 8, his slick her, and may be 'I did'nt gin him scissors. Jest as I was makin him a chewed specimen some feller holler'd out,—don't let old Jones in with that ar rifler I did'nt hear any mere in that bottom,—lightnin' could'nt a got near enough to singe my coat tail. I jump. ed thro' the winder as easy as a bar 'ud go thro' a cane brake; and cuss me of I could'nt hear the grit of old Jone's teeth, and smell his glazed powder until I crossed old Mississippi.' An Ancient Art Re-Discovered. At a•meeting of the Asiatic Society, London, a human hand, and a piece of beef preserved by means of a preparation of vegetable tar, found on the borders of the Red Sea, in the vicinity Mocha, and a specimen of the tar, wan present ed. Col. Hold observed: During my residence as a political agent, ors the Red Sea, a conversation with some Bedouin. Arabs, in the vicinity of Mocha, led me to sus pect that the principal ingredient used by the ancient Egyptians in the formation of mummies was nothing more than the vegetable tar of those countries, called by the Arabs Kristen. My first trials were on fowls and legs of mut ton ; and which though in the month of July, and the Thermometer ranging ninety-four in the shade, succeeded so much to my satisfaction, that I forwarded some to England ; and have now the pleasure to send for the Society's in formation and inspection, a human hand, pre pared four years since by my brother, Captain T. B. Hold. The best informed among the Arabs, think that large quantities of myrrh, aloes and frank incense *ere used these spec imens will, however, prove that such were by no means necessary as the tar applied alone, penetrates and discolors the bone. The tar is obtained from the branch es of a small tree, exposed to a considerable de gree of heat, and found in most parts of Syria and Arabia Felix.—Amer Art. Gam - What a beautiful exterior sometimes make a villain and a rogue. The finest looking fellow we ever saw, once attempted to pick our pocket, though he subsequently was on successful in performing the feat of dexterity with others, that he received a five years' tick et to the State Prison ; and the most frank, in genious looking lad we ever saw, stole a favor ite dog from a friend of ours. If we judged peo ple always by their fair exterior, how often would we sutler from the consequences of our open-heartedness and yot, strange to say, hon est poverty in a rustic garb is slighted, if not positively contemned, while rogues clothed in fine raiment are treated with the highest respect in the social and public thoroughfares.—Albany Knickerbocker.. O'" SALL," said lisping Sam Snooks, , r If you don't love me, they tho ; and if you do love me, they tho ; and if you do love me, and don't like to they tho, squeeze my hand." She put her hand upon her bussum, Sam felt the gentle pressure of her t'uther paw, and was as happy as a polly woggle. • 12g - The whole accumulation of gold, in the world, is said to be in amount ten Thousand mil lions of dollarid—The consumptien and abstrac tion of it every year amounts to about fifty mil lions, and the amount dug up and thrown into use, is just about the same. Thus the equili brium is well preserved, and society kept from the ruin which would necessarily follow a too copious supply of the precious metals. A HINT TO THE IDLE.—THE AxE.—The other day 1 was holding a man by tho hand as firm in its outward texture as leather, and his sun burnt face as index• ible as parcernent ; he was pouring forth a tirade of contempt nn those people who complain that they can find nothing to do, as an excuse for becoming idle loaf ers. Said I, "Jeff; what do you work 7 You look hearty and happy; what are you at 1" " Why," said he, "1 bought me an axe three years ago, that cost me two dol lars; that was all the money I had; I went to chopping wood by the cord; 1 have done nothing else, and I have ear ned more than six hundred dollars. I have drunk no grog, paid nu doctor, and I have bought me a farm in the Hoosier State, and shall be married next week to a girl that has earned two hundred dol lars since she was eighteen. My old axe I shall keep in the draw er, and buy me a new to cut my wood with." After I left him, I thought to myself, that "axe," und, no grog. They are two things to make in this world. That axe! And then a farm, and a wife! the best of all. THE ELEPHANT AND THE CAMEL.—Ele phants hove the bitterest enmity to cam els. When the camel scents the ele phant it stops still, trembles in all its limbs, and utters an uninterrupted cry of terror and affright. No persuasion, no blows, can induce it to rise; it moves its head backwards and forwards and its whole frame is shaken with mortal an guish. The elephant, on the contrary, as soon as he perceives the camel, ele vates his trunk, stamps with his feet, , and with his trunk thrown backwards, snorting with a noise like the sound of a trumpet, he rushes towards the camel, which, with its neck outstretched, and utterly defenceless, awaits, with the most patient resignation, the approach of its enemy. The elephant, with its enormous shapeless limbs, tramples on the unfortunate animal in such a maa ner that in a few minutes it is scattered around is small fragments.
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