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BY JAS. CLARK.
CLOCKS! CLOCKS! CLOCKS! ,
IN any quantity, am: of all the various patterns
the market affords, may be obtained at No.
5$ North 3d Street, six doors north of the City
Hotel, at the Manufacturers lowest each prices.
Clocks purchased at the above establishment
may be depended upon as being good and dura
ble time keepers, or the money refunded in case
of the failure of any Clock to perform according
to the recommendation. Purchasers, now is
the time, and here is the place for bargains, and
although I do not pretend to sell Clocks for less
than cost, I can sell them at a figure which does
not admit of complaint on the part of the closest
buyer, and for the simple reason that I sell ex
clusively for cash.
THOS. READ, Jr.
No. 55, North Third Street, Philadelphia
Sept. 10, 1850.—tf.
GLASGOW & STEEL,
Saddle, Harness & Trunk Manufacturers.
THE undersigned are now associated in the
above business, in the old stand heretofore
occupied by Wm. Glasgow,
in Main street, near
ly opposite the store of T. Read & Sou. Every
thing in their line will be furnished on the
shortest notice, and on terms that cannot fail to
suit all. They manufacture the most of their
work themselves, and can therefore assure the
public that every article will be matte in the beet
and most durable manner.
Oar' A large assortment of superior SAD
DLES, READY MADE, always on hand.
Og" Hides, and country produce, generally,
taken in exchange for work.
Wm. GLASGOW returns thanks for the liberal
patronage heretofore extended to him, and hopes
that his old patrons will continue to patronize
the new firm. WM. GLASGOW,
August 27, 1850. WM. J. STEEL.
IMPOSITION STOPPED I
NEW LIVERY I—l t is a well known fact
that the public have been imposed upon by
Liveries in this place; therefore I would res
pectfully announce to the citizens of Huntingdon
and vicinity, that I have the BEST SADDLE,
CARRIAGE *No BUGGY HORSES ever kept
in a Livery in this place, and will accommodate
all who may favor me with their custom, at the
most reasonable rates.
I hope by strict attention to my business, and
an endeavor to please all, to merit and receive a
liberal share of public patronage.
JOSEPH 0. STEWART.
Sept. 17, 1850.—tf.
Another Arrival at the i•Elephant."
rpms DAY RECEIVED, Splendid EIGHT
1 CENT SUGAR, beautiful Fall style of
Calicoes, Muslins, Flannel., Trimmings, Boots
and Shoes, Caps, &c., which will be disposed of
at the same rates which have rendered the
"Elephant" proverbial as being, by far, th.
cheapest store in town.
October 1, 1850.
NOTICE.
ALL persons knowing themselves indebted to
the subscriber living in Water street, Hun
tingdon county, will please call and make pay
ment on or before the Ist day of November
next, and all persons having claims against me,
will present the same for settlement immedi.
ately. CHRISTIAN FOLK.
Water Street, Oct. 1,1850.-3 t.
Administrator's Notice.
LETTERS of Administration havebeen grant
ed to the undersigned, upon the estate of
JOHN RUTTER, late of Cromwell town
ship,
Huntingdon county, dec'd. All persons
knowing themselves indebted, are requested to
make immediate payment, and those having
claims, will present them, properly anthentica.,
ted, for settlement.
BENEDICT STEVENS,
WILLIAM RUTTER,
Oct. 1,1850.-6 t. AdmintBtrators.
STRAY COW.
CAME to the premises of the subscriber, in
Tod township, about the Ist of July last, a
white and red spotted COW, supposed to be
about 8 years old, with a swallow fork on left
ear, and a notch on under side of same ear.—
The owner is requested to call, prove property,
pay charges, and take it away, otherwise the
Cow will ba disposed of accordims to law.
WIDOW MATHIAS.
Oct. 1, 180.-31.
PAMPHLET LAWS.
PROTHONOTARY'S OFFICR 9
Huntingdon, September 17, 1850.
NOTICE is hereby given that the Laws of the
late session of the Penn'a. Legislature have
been received at this office, and are ready to be
delivered to those who are by law entitled to
receive them.
THF:O: H. CREMER, Prothonotary.
WATCHES AND JEWELRY.
T T. SCOTT has this morning, (Aug. 12,)
• received from Philadelphia an additional as
sortment of Gold and Silver Watches, Jewelry,
&c. Re is enabled to sell this stock at much
reduced prices. Call at his new establishment
3 doors west of T. Read & Son's Drug Store,
and satisfy yourselves. [Aug. 13, 1850.
AUCTION STORE!
THE undersigned respectfully informs the
_cit
izens of Huntingdon that he has opened an
Auction Room in the brick building next door to
the Huntingdon Book Store, in which will be
held sales ou WEDNESDAY and SATURDAY
evenings of each week, and also on SATUR
DAY AFTERNOONS. Sales to commence at
2 o'clock. HORACE W. SMITH.
October 1, 18.50.—tf.
EXECUTOR'S NOTICE.
NOTICE is hereby given, that Letters Tes
tamentary have been granted to the under
signed, on the estate of HENRY L. KEISTER,
late of Springfield township, deceased. Persons
knowing themselves indebted will come forward
and make payment, and all those having claims
will present them for settlement.
BENEDICT STEVENS, Executor.
Sept. 3, 1.830.-6t.—51,75 pd.
State Mutual Fire Insurance Co. of
HARRISBURG, PA.
Office at the Huntingdon Book Store.
HORACE W. SMITH,
Authorized Agent
July 23, 1850.
B. M. GILDEA,
SURGEON DENTIST AND JEWELER
PETERSBUNO, HUNTINGDON COUNTY,
August 13, :850,-2m.
CHOICE POETRY
PM HAPPY.
BY OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES,
Sweet coz ! I'm happy when I can,
And merry while I may,
For life's at most a narrow span,
At best a winter's day.
If care could make the sunbeam wear
A brighter, warmer hue,
The evening star shine out more fair,
The blue sky look more blue,
Then should I be a graver man—
But since 'tis not the way,
Sweet coz ! I'm happy when I cart,
And merry while I may!
If sighs could make us sin the less,
Perchance I were not glad—
If mourning were the sage's dress,
My garb should then be sad.
But since the angel's wings are white,
And e'en the young saints smile—
Since virtue wears a brow of light,
And vice a robe of guile—
Since laughter is not under ban,
Nor gladness clad in gray—
Sweet coz ! I'm happy when I can,
And merry while I may !
I've seen a bishop dance and reel,
And a sinner fast and pray,
A knave at the top of Fortune's wheel,
And a good man cast away.
Wine I have seen your grave once quaff
Might set our feet afloat,
But I never heard a hearty laugh
From oat a villain's throat;
And I never knew a mirthful man
Make sad a young maid's day—
So, coz ! I'm happy when I can,
And merry while I may!
MISCELLANEOUS
MAGAZINE FASHION PLATES.
Folks do not need to know how they should look
without clothes, for this is not the way they are to
appear. What the public wants to know is, what
'woman ought to look like when dressed; and we
do approve of Jenny Lind exhibiting a full for
med waist. If she has such a one as Graham's
portrait represent's God speed her voyage. Her
visit will be worth ten thousand times more than it
will cost. If she can introduce the fashion of nat
ural waists it will be worth ten dollars a ticket to
see her if she never opened her lips ; but why does
Graham give the preposterous fashion plate to
counteract and overbalance all the good he can do
by a thousand representations of stature. Does he
not know that the mere name will cause it to bo
imitated despite all consequences? We are partic
ularly out of humor with the whole batch of fash
ion plate Magazines. Godey, Graham, Sartain
and Peterson have instigated more murders than
ever Nero committed. They spread as much do
mestic misery, and do as much for the deteriora
tion of our race, as all the rumsellers in the nation.
Their magazines are a curse to humanity. We
have never seen this its so forcible a light until very
lately.
We should like to know how many of our renders
have seen a family of blooming girls who have sub
scribed for, or have received a fashion plate Mag
azine for one year and did not lose their roses the
next. They appear to us to sow seeds of consump
tion and death wherever we go. We are daily
getting more and more out of patience with them,
as every little while we see a pair of cheeks as
pale as ashes, that first had bloomed like the roses
of Juno ; and bright eyes glaring with fever that
once sparkled with health. When we see a young
girl prepare to lie down in her coffin, we could au
dibly pray for curses on the destroyer who stole
into her chamber with smiling face and honeyed
words, and taught her the art of suicide as a most
becoming feminine accomplishment. The sedu
cers of female honor are scarcely more reprehen
sible than those who for two or three dollars a year,
cunningly teach a young girl to take her own life
piece-meal—to murder herself day by day—and
commit the greatest crime without a qualm of con
science.
We know women now who are dying, dying,
dying, by their own hand, and piously saying their
prayers every day, and fur their death the Maga
zine publishers are accountable at the bar of the
Eternal. They are murdering them as truly as
ever David slew Uriah by the sword of the Ama
lekites. No human agency can teach these poor
victims of fashion-plate mongers that the long
whalebones sticking down into their sides, the tight
strings tied around the small of the buck, and
weight of skirts dragging on them, are crushing
their lives out and dragging them to their graves.
They will not believe they are entailing misery and
disease and death upon their children. But yet,
many of them do know it, and with all their vaun
ted love for their olli , priug would rather see their
little ones suffer ten thousand deaths, than they
themselves should fail to look "like Prometheus in
my picture here"—a long sided funnel set on a
jug,
Cr A few evenings ago, a little boy sat look
ing in silence at the stars, as they came forth with
the shade of night. At length he asked his &tiler,
"Pa, are not the stars the Angel's eyes 9" This ques
tion, from a child four years old, embodies a su
blimity of poetic thought which few gray heads
would conceive.
lir Dobbs says the first time a girl kissed him
he felt as if ho were eliding down a rainbow, with
Yankee Doodle in each hand !
HUNTINGDON, PA., TUESDAY, OCTOBER 22, 1850.
THE LOVE OF 'FLOWERS.
"Flowers are the alphabet of angels, whereby
they write on hills and plains mysterious truths."
It is because flowers are such lovely emblems of
innocence, so like the merry face of 'childhood,
that they have a large place in our best affections.
They ever remind us of our days of boyhood and
buoyancy; when nature, our fond mother, sat up
on the hills, clapping her hands with joy, and giv
ing us air the earth, with its rocks, and hills, and
forests, for our school and play-ground; when the
young soul was just fresh from its home in heav
en, and not yet corrupted and defiled by a cold,
callous, and calculating world; when quiet nooks
nclosed us with their greenness, and we found
companions in the wild bee, and the morning
breezes, and in everything which wore the impress
of beauty, whether animate or inanimate; when
all things were clad with beauty, and were wor
shipped with a veneration beyond utterance; when
each leaf and flower was a palace of sweet sights
and scents, and the bending boughs were woven
into fairy bowers of enchantment, and touched us
with heaven's own glorious sunshine; when we
picked up lessons of love and delight by river sides,
by brooks, and hawthorn paths, in quiet glens and
in green fields, and inhaled, from every passing
breeze, health, intelligence and joy; when all
things grew and expanded into broad and living
hope, calm, lovely, promising and serene, as a
bright vision by a sick man's bed. And then too,
the holy memories which they embalm in their
folded buds and undewed chalices—memories
fraught with sorrow, but not less welcome to our
hearts. Tender recollections, perchance of parents
now sleeping in green repose in the ivied church
yard, though fur divided from us by a gulf of world
ly cares and sordid interests, no longer controlling
our actions with a judicious watchfulness and care,
no longer checking us, as we are about to pluck
the fatal weeds of folly, and to inhale the breath
of the sinful blossoms which pleasure scatters in
our path—beautiful and fragrant, but fraught with
the bane of misery—luring us to tarry in voluptu
ous bowers, and steep our souls in sensual de
lights, where repentance and self-reproach, for
precious time tltus squandered and irrecoverably
lost, come upon us as a reward, and give, in re
turn for excess of light, a maddening despair and
blindness.
"Oh lovely flowers! the earth's rich diadem,
Emblems are yo of heaven, and heavenly joy,
And starry brilliance in a world of gloom;
Peace, innocence, and guileless infhncy
Claim sisterhood with you, and holy is the tic."
And what so pnre and worthy of our love, as the
sweet flowers which bloom along our pathway,
ever seeking to find a place in our bosoms, and to
blend, by association of ideas, the experiences
with the pleasures of life; refreshing the worn
mind with waters from the untainted fountain of
pure feeling, which flows from the emerald mead
ows of childhood, and leading us from the world's
thorny and flowerless desert to a mirage of greets
olives and living oasis ! How often, when disease
has wasted the frame, and anxiety and suffering
have well nigh done their work, the suffererawaits
calmly the approaching dissolution, and stands,
pausing on the brink of another world in majestic
hope and confidence—the joys, sorrows, and fears
of life's fevered dream all unheeded and banished
from the memory in all their pristine freshness
and beauty ! The soul, as it grows near to God,
becomes more pure and holy; and o,e love of
flowers break forth in new and ten-told beauty,
even when the soul is ready for its rest, for flowers
are antetypes of the angelic, and meet tokens of
the world of beauty which lies beyond the vesti
bule of the future life. It was the beloved and
lamented L. E. L. who sung—
"We like the mockery that flowers
Exhibit on the mound
Beneath which lie the happy hours
Hearts dreamt, but never found."
The Drunkard.
We could not live near one, for we should die of
sick stomach. It may be very angelic for a pure
minded virtuous woman to love and caress a great
drunken beam', but for one share we have not the
slightest pretensions to being an angel, and the
coil of au Anaconda would be quite as pleasant a
corsage as the entwining of a drunkard's arm.—
From the smell they have on the streets, one would
imagine the angel that staid near them would re
quire to be pretty strongly scented with brimstone.
Evil communications corrupt good manners, and
people are forbidden to be unequally yoked ! we
can think of no yoke so unequal as that which
would bind a woman to a drunkard; and we most
firmly believe, that so far from its being the duty
of a wife to live with a drunken husband, it is a
violation of the laws of God and the dictates of
common sense and common decency. A woman
who will persist in so living, should be shut up in
a lunatic asylum. Grant it, that site has a right
to dispose of herself as she pleases ! Has she a
right to entail misery and degradation upon a help
less offspring? Has she any right to furnish the
State with paupers and criminals 1 Has the drun
kard any right to hand down his vices, and their
consequences to posterity.—Mrs. Swiss/whs.
fir A doctor, calling upon a gentleman who
had been some time ailing, put a fee into the pa
tient's hand, and took the medicine himself which
he had prepared for the sick man. He was not
made sensible of his error till he found himself
getting ill, and the patient getting better.
'A western orator, haranguing his audience
on the vast extent and overwhelming population
of the American Republic, exclaims, by way of a
climax, "Fennell Hall was its cradle, but where
shall we find timber enough for its coffin ?"
dr Napoleon, during his military career, fought
sixty battles; Ctesar fought but fifty.
SALLY MAGUS.
How she Managed the Men.
"Well here I be; wake, snakes, the day's
abreaking ; now I'se set my eyes on a good many
strange things in my day, but this gettin' married
business beats every thing I ever did see. It goes
a head of Sam Fling, when he wanted to buy one
of my cheese to make a grindstun. When I had
a husband—Devil's whiskers !—if he only said
beans to me, I made him jump round like a stump
tail cow in flytime.
"But there's Mrs. Fletcher, she's three parts a
'lateral born fool, and t'other part is as soft as a
bikd cabbage. A woman that don't stand up for
her rights is n disgrace to my sect. how any man
should ever want to marry such a molasses candy
critter as she is, is one of the secrets of human
nater. And as to handsome—handsome never
stood in her shoes. For she looks as if she'd break
in two if she tried to lift a pot of potatoes. I sun
pose her fingers were made to play the pianos.
" Now, it's my notion, wben a woman gives a
man her hand, it ought to be big enough to hold
her heart at the same time. Such a hand as mine
is worth giving, for I can stop a bung hole with
my thumb, and I've done it too.
" I went into Fletcher's this morning and trite
as I'm a vartuous woman, he was 'busing on her
like a dog for lending his receipt book to Miss
Brown, who's fond of reading. I 'spose he did'in
keer for the receipts that was written in the hook;
but it was the receipts that was'nt there, and ought
to be, that stack into Isis crop. And Miss Fletch
er hang down her head, and looked for all the world
like a duck in a thunder storm. I jest pat my
arms agin my sides, and looked her man right in
the eye 'till he looked as white as a corpse. I'ts
always a way every body's got when I fixes my
eyes on 'em. And the way my looks white wash
ed his brazen face, was better than slaked lime.—
There, says I, to Mrs. Fletcher, says I, }roar hus
band had ought to had me for a wife. When my
man was alive, he'd no more think of saying noth
ing impenlent to me, than he'd take the black sow
by the tail when she's nursing her pigs; and yon
midst lava to stick up to yottr man jest like a new
hair bnish.
"I never found my debility in managing these
he critters, for I always teitched 'em what's same
for the goose is servo for the gander. There's no
two ways with me ; I'm all of size, stub-twisted.
and made of horse.shoe nails. I'm chock fall of
grit and a rough post for any one to rub their backs
agin ; any gal like me, what can take a bag ()lineal
on her shoulder and tote it to the mill, ought to be
able to shake any man of her heft. Some thinks
I ought to get married, and two or throe has tried
to spark it with me, but I never listens to none of
their flattery. Though there was Blarney Bud
come flatterl)•ing' me like a tub of new butter.—
For I've no notion of being trampled up in their
halters of hymens. I likes my liberty, and wants
no halters or bridles put upon me.
" Sain Mooney was shinin' up to me too; and
then there was Jim Swcotbrcd, the butcher; but
he did'm find me half enough for Isis market. It
isn't everything that sticks its legs in brodcluth
that's going to carry off a gal of my sperit. My
charms ain't to be had for the bare axing.
" Gettin' married is a serious Mg, as I tolled
my old man when I was wallopin' him with a leg
of mutton, because he took my shoe brush to clean
his teeth with. Wherever there is a nose, there
is a mouth not far off, and that proves that fluter
has given women her rights as well as man."
Jenny Lind's Liberality.
Jenny Lind has been six weeks in America, and
given sixteen Concerts, which have netted not fbr
from $160,000, which is divided between her and
Mr. Barnum. In this brief space of time, Miss
Lind gave to the charities of New York $lO,OOO,
at a single disbursement: $l,OOO to a Swedish
Church in Chicago, and a few additional thou
sands in private donations. She has now for dis
tribution to the charities ofßoston, $7,252. In the
words of Cowper, truly may it he said of her, that
"True charity, a plant divinely nurs'il,
Fed by the love from which it rose at first,
Thrives against hope, and, in the rudest scene,
Storms but enliven its unfailing green;
Exuberant in tlesllndow it supplies,
Its fruit on earth, its growth aboVe the skies."
The proceeds of her charity concerts in Boston,
have been distributed thus:—to the Boston Port
Society, Association for Aged and Indigent Fe
males, and the Musical Fund Society, cacti $1,000;
to the Boston Children's Friend Society, Farm
School for Indigent Boys, Charitable Orthopedic
Association, Boston Female Asylum, Howard Be
nevolent Society, Society for the Prevention of
Pauperism, Parent Wash'tn Temperance Society,
each $500; and to miscellaneous objects of chari
ty, $455; being a total of $7,225.
In the Wrong Pocket.
A capital joke is told of a candidate for Gover
nor, of a Western State. During a speech of his
he proceeded to descant upon the extravagance of
the age, declaring himself to bo one of the plain
yeomanry; an old silver "bull's eye," that cost
him but ten dollars, was all the watch that he ever
carried, and it was plenty good enough for him ;
and to illustrate the filet, the judge put his hand
into his pocket and drew forth—not a silver "bull's
eye"—but a magnificent gold repeater! The shouts
of the crowd can be betterimagimd than described
while the would-be governor made a most precip
itate retreat. The fact is, the silver watch was car
ried for electioneering purposes, and in the excite
ment of speech-making, when he went to draw it
forth, he put his hand in the wrong pocket.
tar The People of Vermont are preparing to
send a Mammoth Memorial to Congress and tho
President, in favor of Universal Peace, on the ba
sis suggested at the Frankfort Peace Convention.
9 " ‘I ' ° 10 1 / 1 r i ttft)
TUE' LATE PEACE CONGRESS,
FROM THE LONDON "PUNCH:2
How the world would stagnate, were it not fur
the follies of the hair-brained and the enthusiastic!
Happily, they now and then make the sides of the
grave and wise to shake with wholesome laughter,
even though the aforesaid gravity and wisdom sub
side into compassion—profound pity of the Utopi
ans. How many laughs has wisdom enjoyed at
the cost of speculative folly ! There was one Har
vey, who avouched a discovery of the circulation
of the blood. And the world laughed and then
rebuked hinfr and finally—for his outrageous non
sense—mud:died by depriving him of his practice.
There was ono Jenner, who, having speculated
upon the hands of certain dairy-maids, theorised
upon vaccine virus, and declared that in the cow
he had found a remedy for small pox. And the
world shouted, and the wags were especially droll,
foretelling, in their excess of witty fancies, the
growth of cows' horns from the heads of vaccina
ted babies. When it was declared that our streets
should be illuminated by ignited coal-gas—the gas
to flow under our feet—the world laughed, and
then checked in its merriment, stoutly maintained
that some night, London, from end to end, would
he 11101111 up. Windier, the gas man, was only a
more tremendous Guy Fawkes. When the ex
,
perimenud steam-boat was first essayed at Black
well, and went stern foremost, the river rang with
laughter. There never was such a waterman's
holiday. When Stephenson was examined by the
parliamentary sages upon a railway project, by
which desperate people were to travel at the rate
of, aye, fifteen miles nn hour, the Quarterly Re
view laughed a sardonic laugh, asking, with a kil
ling irony, "Would not men as soon be shot out
of a gun, as travel by such means?"
And when, last week, the Peace Congress met
at Frankfort, did not the wise ones laugh at the
tinkering Pacificators—the simple ones in broad
brim and drab? They met in St. Paul's Church,
and tiger Haynau listened to them, and was not
there and that changed to a lamb; neither was a
single piece of cannon turned, by the eloquence of
the' talkers, into honey. The wise world has
laughed at the circulation of the blocat—at gas—
at steamboats—at railways. Why should not the
world enjoy its horse-collar grin at the preachers
of peace ! Why should not arbitration (until an
- fteceptea principle) rie quite as ridiculous Loma
triumphant] as vaccination? If Jenner wits a
quack, why should not the dove—the symbol of
peace—be pronounced a most fitbnlous goose?
Meanwhile, and only a few hours after the tie-
Part. , of the Peace Congress, England and France
are tied together by the electric wire, and the
lightning carries news between the nations—the
natural cuendel. An electric wire front Dover to
Cape Grisnez ! What a line of comment on the
laughers !
May no storm reach, no anchor cleave, no fish
or sunken rocks molest that giant percha tube, the
white man's Pipe of Peace!
Jack-o'-Lanterns,
Upon this apparently barren and 'unpromising
theme, a modern writer strings together the fol
lowing ariginal unit amusing moral reflections:
"Every man has his Jack-o'-Lantern; in night
or noon-day—in lonely wild or in populous city—
each has his Jack-o'-Lautern. To this man Jack
comes in the likeness of a bottle of old port, sedu
cing him from sobriety, and leasing him in is quag
mire; to that man he appears in the form of a
splendid ;Anatol' and a pair of grays, driving him
into the open jaws of ruin. To one he presents
himself in the guise of a cigar, keeping him in a
constant cloud; to another he appears in no shape
Ma that of an old black-letter volume, over which
he continues to pore long after his wits are gone.
.Jack-o'-Lantern is to sonic people a mouldy board
ed guniea—and these lie leads into the miser's
slough of despond; while to others, when he pays
them a visit, he rolls himself up iu the form of a
dire-box—nod then he makes beggars of them.—
Poetry is one man's Jack-o'-Lantern, and a spin
ning jenny is another's. Fossil bones buried fath
oms deep in the earth, act Jack's part, and lure a
way one class to explore and expound; Cuyps and
Claudes, in the sane way, play the same part with
a second class, and tempt them to collect, at the
sacrifice of every other interest or pursuit in life.
Jack still now take the likeness of a French cook,
and draw a patriot frond& beloved country to en
joy a foreign life, cheap; and now lie will assume
the appearance of a glass of water, persuading the ,
the tee-totaller, who drunk 'liken fish' in las young
days, to drink a great deal more like a fish in his
old days."—Exchanyr pap,
The Bell Bird.
One meets lathe forests of Guyana, a bird much
celebrated wills the Spaniards, called campanero,
or bell-bird. Its voice is loud and clear as the
sound of a bell, and may be heard at the distance
of a league. No song, no sound can occasion the
astonishment produced by the tinkling of the cam
' poser°. He sings morning and evening, like most
other birds, at mid-day he sings also. A stroke
of the bell is heard, a pause of a minute ensues;
RCM(' tinkling, and a pause of the same duration
is repeated; finally, a third ringing, followed by a
silence of six or eight minutes. "Acoron," says
an enthusiastic traveller, "who'd halt in the heat
of chase, Orpheus would let fall his hate to listen ;
so novel, sweet, and romantic, is the silver tink
ling of the snow-white can panero." This bird is
about the size of a jay; from its head arises n con
ical tube of about three inches long, of a brilliant
black, spotted with small white feathers, which
communicates with the palate, and when inflated
with air, resembles an ear of corn.
01 I it were not for hope the heart would break
VOL. XV.--NO. 41.
AN AMUSING LNCIDENT..
Jenny Lind Leading the Fashion.
The most laughable incident connected with the
Queen of Song that we have yet heard, is said to
have taken place at the Irving House on the first
day of her arrival in the City of Gotham. As the
gong rung for dinner, there was a perfect stampede
among the female boarders of the house, to obtain
the earliest possible scrutiny, of the various articles
of dress, ribbons, coral), or hair-pins, with which
the Swedish nightingale might be pleased to adorn.
herself on this, her first appearance, before the
young and blooming females of America. Judge
then, of the surprise and mortification of every
lady present, when the affected son,gstress enter
ed the room stressed in the simplest manner possi
ble, and nothing to prevent her flowing locks from
falling on her gracefully sloping shoulders, but a
few plain hair-pins. As she enteredthe room and
took her seat at the table s there was almost an
unanimous exclamation of—" What! no tonal, on
the back of the head! Oh, how unfortunate that
I should not have known it, so that I might have
left mine in my room and used a fewpins instead."
Now, he it known to, our male readers, that the
anxiety to ascertain the quality and quantity, of
Jenny's wearing funs, 'was not a fault or peculi
arity belonging exclusively to the foregoing ladies;
but one that is inheritant in the sex, or proven by
the fact that on Jenny's retiring to her room, she
immediately addressed her dressing maid as fol
lowi—
" Susey, dear, I noticed that all the ladies pre
sent at the table to-day, had their hair dressed
with great taste and care, and fastened behind with
a large comb—and as I do not wish to appear odd
or eccentric while sojourning among so good a
people, you will please go oat shopping to day,
dear, and obtain me a large comb with which I
can fasten up my hair behind, American fashion."
With a determination to be behind the fashion
no longer than could possibly be helped, some
thing over a hundred females were busily engaged
during the most of the day, in so dressing their
hair that without the assistance of combs, it should
appear a lo Jenny Lind.
As Jenny entered the room, the next clay, what
was het surp rise and mortification, on noticing that
instead of every lady having a large
.comb in her
hair as on the day previous, the hair in every in-
The mortification of the female boarders, how
ever, was still greater thanti ut of Jenny—to think
that the entirepart of the afternoon of the previ
ous day, and some three hours previous to tho
ringing of the gong on the present weas:or, 1 al
been devoted to the subject of hair dressing, (the
Irving in fart, having been transformed into a six
storied 13arber-shop,) and after all, the Nightin
gale had made her second appearance in a largo
comb of precisely the same pattern that they had
east astute as useless and unfashionable,but twenty
fotu• hours previous.
Breach of Promise Case,
A charming, business-like young milliner, who
had been in the habit of tripping into a bank for
her small change, made her vi it the other day, and
says, "Good morning, Mr. Cashier, I have come
liar five dollars worth of your small change."
"I am sorry, Miss, that we cannot accommodate
you," was the reply."
"But here is your promise to pay on demand."
"I cannot help that."
"Then you break your promise, do you ?"
"Certainly."
"And with impunity?"
"To be sure, our charter allows it."
"Allows you to make as many Iromises as you
I please, and break them when you please?"
"It may be so construed."
"Alt, dear me, how I wish I was a bank and had
1 a charter."
"Why so?"
"Because I have made a promise—not a prom
ise to pay a five dollar note, which I would blush
to break; hut a promise of my very self to one I
do not love."
"Why don't you break it, then?"
"Alt, ah, Hr. Cashier, there's the rub. Unlike,
your bank, I have no charter, and should be sued
!iv to breach of promise, and heavily fined."
The Cow Tree,
On the parched side of a rock on the mountains
of Venezuela grows a tree with dry and leathery
foliage, its large woody roots scarcely penetrating
into the ground. For several months in the year
its leaves are not moistened by a shower, its bran
ches look as if they were dead and withered ; but
when the trunk is bored, a bland and nourishing
milk flows from it. It is sunrise that the vegeta
ble fountain flows most freely. At that time, tho
blacks and natives are seen coming from all parts
provided with large bowls to receive the milk,
which grows yellow mid thickens at its surfiice.—
Some empty their vessels on the spot, while others
carry them to their children. One imagines ho
sees the amity of a shepherd who is distributing
the milk of his flock. It is named thepato de coca
or cow tree.
LW Thu finest cosiness we know of, is early
rising, exercise in the open air, temperance in eat
ing and drinking, cleanliness; and last, though not
least, perpetualgood humor. Keep your fitee with
a smile on it, as smiles are easily implanted by
cultivation, on the human countenance.
far The Reston Post says that it lightened like
thunder, and thundered like lightning iu that city
on Wednesday night.
eir Why is a uico young lady like a confirmed
drunkard? Because neither of them are sati,fica
with a moderate use of the glass