Huntingdon journal. (Huntingdon, Pa.) 1843-1859, December 03, 1850, Image 1
w1..7. - I(cz.nnUngibtli4 :..... 0 „._..„ .. BY JAS. CLARK. CaCSICE POETRY Little Children Love One Another. A little girl with a happy look, . Sat slowly reading re ponderous bool4 All bound with velvet and edged with gold; And its weight was more than the child could hold. Yet dearly she loved to ponder it o'er, And every day she prized it more 3 For it said'—and she looked at her smilingmethcr, It said, "Little children love one another." She thought it was beautiful in the book, And the lesson home to her heart she took; She walked her way with a trusting grace, And a dove-like look in her meek young fine, 'Which said just as plain as words could say, The Holy Bible I must obey; So, mother, I'll be kind to my darling brother, For "little children should love one another." I'm sorry he's naughty, and will not play, But I'll love him still, for I think the way To make him gentle and kind to me, Will be better shown, if I let him see, I strive to do what I think is right; And thus when we kneel in prayer to-night, I will clasp my arms around my brother, And say, "Little children love one another." The little girl did as her Bible taught, And pleasant, indeed, was the change it wrought For the Boy looked up in glad surprise, To meet the light of her loving eyes ; His heart was full—ho could not speak— But he pressed a kiss on his sister's cheek; And God looked down on the happy mother, Whose "Little children loved one another." MISCELLANEOUS A THRILLING WI OHY...INCIDENTS OF RUSSIA. On the 22d of May, 1841, a batteim of the mil itary colony, established at Novogorod, was drawn up on the public ground adjoining the extensive barracks, constructed in the most ancient and soli tary portion &the city, near the de of St So phia. In front of the ranks stood Gen. a tall Irian of fifty, remarkable for his erect carriage, meagre ness, sallow complexion, and largo gray, restless oyes. Ile was known throughout the camp for his bravery, of which he had given many brilliant proofs• in the campaigns of Turkey. and Persia ; it was clear that domestic infelicities had soured his tem per, or that his heart heti become hardened by the frequent applications of a discipline, degrading in its nature and often horrible in its eftbets. Gen. L— had become a terror to the soldiers, and scarcely a day passed in whirls his command was not signalized by acts of such severity Its well de served to be called ferocious. It was known that this amt cherished a profound attachment for a young girl, the daughter of an old companion in arms, killed in battle. Ile adopted the orphan child, brought her up with care; and never allowed her to he separated fret,, him. And she, though grateful for the kindness of her father, by adoption, was not the less governed by an irre sistible feeling of constraint when in his presence, the result of his stern brevity of speech, imperious manlier, and cold severity of aspect. She was known among the troops by the expressive name of Solowieva (Nightengale,) given to her in rec ognition of the grace with which she sang the wild pathetic ballads of the Schtvoniatas. Solowieva, to please the General, appeared at the reviews. One day she was sitting at a window of the General's quarters, in a room on the ground floor, whence her eye ranged along the extended ranks—and a bright flush overspread her ffintures as her glance rested fora moment on the handsome features of a young surgeon-major, Ivan Polovoi, whose manly form was set off to a rare advantage by the simple uniform of his military gristle. Gen. L. passed and re-passed along the front line of the battalion without au single word, butt with n frowning brow and un angry expression on his fea tures, for he perceived that some of the men were absent. Sudduntly was heard the slow and muf fled heat of a drum, and front the extremity of the plain was seen advancing a baud of soldiers, each carrying in his hand one of those lung rods whirls are still used in the Russian service as the tool of a hateful punishment. At this sight the General turned in amazement to his aids, and in a voice of thunder demanded who had given the order, and who was to be the victim. A sergeant conspicuous by his scarred and livid countenance, darted before the General, snatched from him his sword, struck him on the face, and eolly answered, " You."' At these words an electric shock seemed to pass along the ranks anti a gleans of hate lighted up the habitually passionless features of the men. By a spontaneous movement, the officers advanced front the line to the rosette of their commander; but in a moment they were seized, thrown to the ground and menaced by half a score of bayonets. Ivan was alone exempted, for his humanity had won for him the affection of the troops. A grena dier who stood near him, whispered in his ear, "Whether the uightengale sings or remains silent, do not move. A word, a single step, and you are dead." Recovering from his stupor, Gen. L. grasped with each hand ono of the bayonets pointed at his breast, turned them aside with a powerful effort, and cried out, with a ferocious glance along the Rue, "To your knees, vile brutes, and !leg for mer cy, or there will not be skin enough ou yuur backs to expiate for you crimes." A savage chuckle was the answer to this threat and the sergeant, with frightful tranquility, which indicated &settled purpose, said— "'Every one of us knows the doom that awaits film, and is prepared to sacrifice his life. When your sentence is fulfilled, we shall go before Gem. Susotf, the, Governor of Novogord ; we shalt lay at his feet your sword, belt, orders and what remains of your body, and we shall say to him, "Gem L. was a tiger; we have slain him ; hero are our wea pons, we await our punishment." And thus say ing, the sergeant toro away the General's epau lettes and trampled theta under his feet. " These decorations belong not to you," he con tinued ; "4 knot should be borne by the execution er.. Remember the soldier Batskofi; scourged with rods for having been- a. moment too late in presen ting arms. Remember the old subalteran, who, for a spot on his uniform was ordered by yottfrom the ranks, and. struck upon the face with your whit , until the broodran down his cheeks. The unhap py nutn, frantic with rage and pain lifted his hand in resistance, and fur this he was flogged, and sent maimed and dying to Siberia." Tho sergeant., while he spoke, had continued, with a terrible composdre, 63 strip. the General of his belt, his coat, and his under garments. " That subaltern, like ntyself, bore the name of Guedenoff; we were born in the same oovel—he was my brother." - Spite of his indomitable firmness, the General could not refrain from shuddering as he listened to the fearful accusation', so ercament he its calm .simplicity, so passionless in its brevity. As for Solowitwa, she had looked on at first with vague wonder, unable to comprehend the scene that pas sed before her; but when she saw the General de prived of his sword, his uniform' mrn away, his form exposed—then she began to perceive the purpose of his assailants, and to understand that he was doomed to receive . the degrading punishment he had so offen inflicted. Seined With horror, she rose to her feet, clasped her bands in supplication and shrieked in tenor and despair. Ivan had till this moment stood motionless and silent, but he could not resist the anguish of her he loved. He forgot the stern excitement of the lov ed, the hopelessness of his interference; and made a step forward; but the loud riug of a musket was heard—lvan threw up his arms, tamed on his heel convulsively, and full to the ground a corpse. The bullet had pierced his heart. • . A &untie soldier stepped forward from the rank,, lifted the body, and- bearing it to the win dow where' Solowicvi► stood, he threw, it at her feet, and said,."Nightengale, this belongs to you." White as Marble, she gazed upon the cross of her lover, bent towards it, wiped the bloody fore head with her handkerchief, gave forth one terrible cry, and fell by ifs side. Meantime Gen. L. had been bestial to a gun car riage, dragged through the ranks, and scourged with rods, the torture of which was but the begin ning of his punishment. Ho had scarcely reached the exit rinity of the line, when it voice exelaimcd, "To the ovut The unhappy General, half dead with agony, heard the words, and knew their horrid meaning. One hundred voices repeated, "To the oven !" A mortal paleness overspread his featrtres; his courage gave tray; he groaned and begged for mercy. But the hurrahs of the battalion drowned his voice, :nal Guedonotf, approaching him once, replied : "I too, begged fur mercy, when my broth ' fell (lying with the blows you ordered." We will not pursue the hideous details of the scene that followed, only adding that Gen. L. and the superior officers of the battalion, shut up in ovens, which the vengeful soldiers took care to heat slowly, were literally baked alive. This crime presented a frightffil originality,and it was deemed meet its expiation should be like wise. The tidingS were borne to the Emperor, and eight days afterwarns several battalions of ar tillery marched through the streets of the ancient Russian capital; they had been preeectled by a major -general, who had won for himself in the Polish campaign the title of Warsaw Executioner. One of his aids appeared at the barracks of the mutineers, and ordered them to parade the next morning, in fittigue dress awl without their wea pons in the small square at the western end of the city. They replied by their invariable KAUACHO, (good,) put on their long gray coats and round caps, and oiled moustaches as for an ordinary field day; then, pale, silent, and with white lips, but keeping perfect order in their ranks, they Craver sod the city between two tiles of Cossacks, follow ed by the 'terrified gaze of the inhabitants. Ott their arrival in the square, they posted themselves in solemn columns, noiselessly and without con fusion. The drums beat—the bells of the churches pea led forth a solemn clung—and the batteries of can- . non, planted in the avenues that led into the square opened upon them a deadly tire of grape shut.— Each discharge was succeeded by a shout, a mul titudinous groan, with which .were mingled the wild songs of those who prided themselves on dy ing like men who knew no fear. Three the fire was kept up ; and when at the dose,llk exe cutioners of this awful sentence traversed the place through a lake of blood, they found hut five whom the grape shot had not reached—among these was the sergeant, Guedonotf. They all perished under the murderous blow of the knout. The sergeant maintained his firmness and composure to the end. Stretched on the fatal plank, he seemed uncon scious of the lash that tore his bleeding flesh, and addressing the executioner, he coolly asked it his allotted number of blows would soon be com plete,. " They are finished now," said the executioner. "So much the better, replieii litiedenoti, "fur I aM very hungry." GENnuous Kts:.—The heart of the generous man is like the clouds of heaven, which drop upon the fruits, herbage, and flowers : the heart of the ungrateful is like a desert of sand, which swallows with greediness the showers that loU, but buried: them in its bosom and produceth nothing. HUNTINGDON, PA., TUE Crown the Teacher.. The faithful teacher, on every plan, has much to do and Much to endure. He must be contented to labor and bo ill rewarded ; he must be willing to see his pupils increase while he decreases; and even to seo the world, whose movements he has accelerated, leaving him behind. No mutter; the school of life lasts not long, and its best rewards are reserved till school is over. When Jupiter offered the print to him who was most useful to mankind; the Court of Olympus was crowded with callnpetitors. The warrior boast ed of his patriotism—but Jupiter thundered ; the rich man boasted of his muniticenre—and Jupiter showed him a widow's mite ; the 'Pontiff held up the keys of heaven—and Jupiter pushed the doors wide open; the painter boasted' his power to girt life to inanimate canvass—and Jupiter breathed aloud in derision; the sculptor boasted of snaking Gods that contended with the immortals for hu man homage—Jupiter frowned; the orator boast ed of his power •to sway a nation with his voice— and Jupiter marshaled the obedient hosts of hear 'en with a tied ; the poet spoke of his power to move even the Gods by praise—Jupiter blushsd ; the magician claimed to practice the only human science that had been transported to heaven—Ju piter hesitated; when, seeing a venerable man looking with intense interest upon the group of competitors, but presenting no claim, "What art thou'?" said the monarch. "Only a spectator," said the grey-leaded sage. "All those were once my papi&P "Crown him ! crown him!" said Jupiter, "crown the faithful teacher with immortality, and make room for him at my right hand." From the Portland Transcript. The tewelative Octember 14, 1850. Gentlemen—l shall sidle ! I know I than, I feel it coming on ! Hewn= natnr ! what times we live in ! Arter the battleS of „Montyzeummy hail been fort, it did seem as though this country had ris to its highest climb-axe, hat the ways of providence, an the progress of dimocrucy is in , screw-table. The passage of the Fewgative Slave Bill is the knee plus ultry of the significant en dewranee of free principles. Father, Kernel Pe abody an others here who used to rave so • agin' Daniel Webster, ealliu hint it blewlite, federal ab erlishunist, shnout hozauers to his mune— tnagnyfyin Win above eherrybitua, saraphints, gib crafters au neaw-jerewsalims, The titet Is—this here bill takes in llornby— wal, it does: Nothing but deddycation, inderpen dent day, cattle show and gineral trainin ever went ahead out. A meetin has bin held, at which it was resolved to present Mr. Webster with tew bushels best shesangers, ono dittow dates, one herril cyder, and the liberty of the town, us s sort of half-penny token of the respeetabelity we feel fur hint. Parson Spuggins—aour new minister— made about the most feelinist speech at the meetin I ever seed. Ile said that niggers was the atom ernashun of desserts-shun spoken of in Paul's Epistol to rentyteuk, an had no more business a breatbin the free onmitty - gated air of liberty,. than the divil had in pandymongia or any other good place. Ile said that now this bill was tally passed, vctowed and become a law of the land, it was the bounden (lowly of every good cittyzen to catch as' many niggers as he could, more speshally, as gov ernment offered a reward of forty-tew dollars a, head. This here, said he, is something like; says he, whets the crow bill an the bounty on bears or premituns at cattle shows—to this. Verily, eon tittered the reverend gentleman, this here is a bringin about of Serlpter, which says the hethin shall be given to the lest for a inhenytance fore, or. Amen, seder ! The meetin broke tep with three cheers for the Constitashon, Gineral Jackson, and Daniel Web ster. Next mornin, afore it was cleverly light, &titer an 1, who'd laid our plans over night,started arter a nigger who lived jest over. the Mown line. He was a clever old critter, morn half a doctor an a first rate nuns. Ik'd oilers turn twat at any time a night, in any weather, if anybody was sick and wanted his sarvices—every body liked him, spesh ally our folks. Many's the time lie's come clear over through the deep snow, an watched with me, while I had the rebillious fever. An when tither had that great sore on his leg, caused by twirl bit by the old sow when he got drunk at Kermit Pea body's treat an fell into the hog pen—then the old nigger tended and nursed him as though he'd been hit own son. Ho made all sorts of mint jcwlips an intments, an like to have got drowned over in ce dar swamp—where he went arter red wilier bark to make arb drink for him. But, as father said, what was all this to the Constitushun sin the glo rious perladinm of free instertuslms? The gin oral Court said that niggers was uusurcumsised paging as didn't belong nowhere, and then lastly, but not leastly, the forty dollars l We'd have catchall him if he'd bin our grandfather and grand- soother tew. When we got to the old man's house, the sun was jist a risin over Bethel hill, and the nigger was iliggin his tutors. I went up on Ono side of him, an 'labor on 'tother, as still as mice. When close to him Mier shouted—hooray ! and lit on him like a jute bug, while I grabbed him by the wool— roarin out—don't you strike, you cussed nigger! Every blow you strikes us hits the constitushunan wounds the - starspangled perladium of bowman rights—says I, a puffin away till the old critter yelled like an injine. We tied him up like a bundle of skrewed hay, I brat him hum, and shot him up in the tater arch. But now we've got hint, we don't exactly know • what to do with him or where to carry hint to get the bounty. Some says we 441 have to wait till the Legislatur sets, others that we can get it out of IAY, DECEMBER 3, 18 the Custom lutouse, post orfis, or any other public instertooshun. Some says that no will have to carry the nigger on with us tight, others say we only need carry. his skulp! Will yow—squire Gould—or squire Elwell jest enquire into this an let me know at met; becawse we wears the mo ney powerful Every body envies father's en my luck in killin' ten birds with one stone—sarvin the government and air n in the hatanty: Every body in exsitcd, too, and nigger hnntin is the great staple commo dity in Ilornby. Eeujest the hull tole of the "Hornby Falanks," is flout on dewty. They've• started up a nierlatew man and his wife who lived in aour tenon better than twenty years—an at the last accounts had drov them intow a swamp which the "Wanks" had sirroounded an mean to star, the ongodly habit soot. Cap'n Wiggin, commands, swears that if patmtism, grog and val ler kin dew it, he's baound tew have the varmints ded or alive, an that he'll stan by Webster an the Constertooshun as long as the supplies bold aunt. Jim Kyor and Ephe Linity brunt in a prisner yes terday, which they tuk atter a hard battle, in which EON, lost the better part of his nose, and Jim tew aids teeth. He was a queer lookin aig ger. He was black enough, but his hair was strait as a paound of candles. Nevertheless they was offered* thirty dollars for him by Deacon Winin, on speculation, but wouldn't take it. Afore night, however, they was sorry they didn't, for the nigger turned ante to be deacon Wiggin's own son ! He had been burnin a coal pit, and was black as the Ilse of spades, us shake-spier says. Everything is in kermotion! I hav'nt time to write more. So, "ipsy rule addious," as the Spunyards say, and which meats "mom him bye-" P. S.—Aour nigger is yarmoosed! The door of the tater arch was pad-locked, but the hinges was tether; the cuss cut cm oft, and streaked, chcatin falter an I stout of forty-tew dollars we worked hard for. Dew send the paper you puts this in rite on to Daniel, prehaps he'll consider sour case is hard and make up pail of the loSs.— Tell him ever so little• won't come amiss, father's OEM old, and there's not another nigger in these parts to kiteh. Christianity. I go back to the age of Jesus Christland I anti immediAtelyistruel„ with the commencement and rapid progress of ante' most remarkable revolution in the annals of the world. • I see a new religion, of a character altogether its own, which bore no .likeness of any past or exi=ting faith, spreading its h aim years 'through all civilized - nations; and in trodweing a new era, a new state of society a change of the human mind, which has broadly dis tinguished all following ages. Here is a plain fact, which the skeptic will not deny, however he may explain it. I see this religion issuing front an ob scure, despised, hated people—its founder haul di ed upon the cross, a mode of punishment as dis graceful as the pillory or gallows of thp present day. Its teachers were poor men, without rank, office, or education; taken from the fishing boats and other occupations which had never furnished teachers to mankind. I sets these men beginning their work on the spot where their master's blood had been shed, us of a common malefitetor; and I hear them sum moning first his murderers, and then all nations and all ranks—the sovereign on the throne, the priest in the temple, the great and the learned as well as the poor and the ignorant—to renounce the faith and the worship which had been hallow ed by the veneration of all ages, and to take the yoke of their crucified Lord. I see passion and prejudice, the sword of the magistrate, the curse of the priest, the scorn oldie philosopher, and the fit ry of the populace, join to crush this common en emy ; and yet, without a human weapon, and in opposition to all bunion power, I see the humblest Apostles of Jesus winning their way, over-power ing prejudice, breaking the ranks of their opposers changing enemies into friends, and carrying into the bounds of civilization, and even into half-civ ilized regions, a religion which has contributed to advance society more than all other causes combi ned.-1-Tht. CILAUNING. Tkealth.--Xecessity of Sleep. Nothing is so hurtful both to the infest and body as want of sleep. Deprived of the necessary por tion, the person gets wan, emaciated and listless, and very soon fulls into bad health; the spirit be comes entirely broken, and the fire of even the must ardent disposition is quenched. Nor is this law peculiar to the htunan race, for it operates with similar power upon the lower animals, and, deprives them of much of their natural ferocity.— An illustration adds fact is allbrded in the train ing of wild elephants. These animals, when first caught, are studiously prevented from sleeping— in consequence of which, they become, in a few days, Comparatively mild and harmless. Restless ness, when long protracted, may terminate iu de lirium, or 'confirmed insanity; and, in many dis eases, it is the most obstinate symptom we have to struggle against. By it alone, all the existing bad symptoms are aggravated; and as soon as we can succeed in overcoming it, everything disagree able and dangerous frequently wears away, and the person is restored to health. CrA vagabond looking fellow, but with some wit nevertheless, was bronght before a Magistrate at Stourbridge, last week, on the charge of steal ing turnips. After making some droll remark, he Was asked by the magistrate : "But didn't you take the turnips found in you pocket?" Prison your worship, certainly not. I went to sloop in the field among the turnips, and the three you found in my pocket grew in them while I lay, the heat of my body causing them• to shoot faster than ordinary. I steal turnips, your worship, I'd scorn the action?" r . ',50. An Incident at the Battle of Bran dyvvine. The hero of the following thrilling story was a stoat blacksmith—ay, an humble blacksmith—but his stout frame, hardened by toil, throbbed with as generous an impulse of freedom as ever beat in the bosom of a Lafayette, or throbbed in the heart or mad Anthony Wayne. Et was in the full tide of the retreat, that a fol lower of the American camp, who had at least shonldered a cart-whip in his country's service, was driving a baggage-wagon from the battle-field while some short distance I.hind a body of Con tinentals were rushing forward with a troop of the British in close pursuit. The wagon had arrived at a narrow point of the by-road leading to the south,,where two high banks of rocks ate 4 crags arising on either side, afforded just space enough for the passage of his wagon, and not an inch more. His eye was arrested by the sight of a stout, muscular man, some forty years of age, extended at the foot of a tree at the very opening of this pass. He was clad in the coarse attire of a me chanic: His coat'had been flung aside, and, with the shirt sleeves rolled up from his muscular arm, he lay extended on the turf, with his rifle in his grasp, while the blood streamed in a torrent from his right leg, broken at the knee by a cannon ball. The wagoner's sympathies were aroused by the sight—he would have paused in the very instant of his flight, and placed the wounded blacksmith in his wagon,but the stout-hearted mechanic re fused. "Ili not get into your wagon," he exclaimed, in his rough may, "but I'll tell you what I will do. Do yon see yonder cherry-tree on the top of that rock that hangs over the road ? Do you think you could lift a man of my build up there? For you see, neighbor," he continued, while the blood flow ed front his wound, "I never meddled with them Britishers mail they came trtunpling over this val ley, and burned my house down. And now I'm all riddled to pieces, and I habit got no morethan fifteen minutes life in me. But I've got three balls in my cartridge box, and so • just prop me up agin that cherry-tree, and I'll give 'cut the whole three shots, and then I'll die." The wagoder started his horses ahead, and then with a sudden effort of strength, dragged the blacksmith along the sod to the foot of the cherry tree surmountidg the rock by the road-side. In a moment his back was propped against the ETHAN SPIRE. tree, his face was to the advancing troopers, and while his shattered kg hung over the bank, the wagoner rushed on his way, while the blacksmith very cooly proceeded to load his rifle. It was not long before a body of American sol diers rushed by with the British in pursuit. The blacksmith greeted them with a shout, and then raising his rifle to his shoulder, he picked the lore li - most from 1,,; steed; with the exclamation, "that's for General Washington !" In a moment the rifle was loaded—again it was fired—and the pursuing British rode over the body of another fallen Mil- cer. "That's for myself!" cried the blacksmith.. And then, with a hand strong with the feeling of coining death, the sturdy freeman again loaded— again raised his rifle. Be fired his last shot, and as another British soldier kissed the sod, a tear quivered in the eye of the (lying hero. "And that," he cried with a husky voice, which strengthened into a loud shout—"und that's for Mad Anthony Wayne." Long after the battle was past, the body was discovered propped against the tree, with the fea tures frozen in death, smiling grimly, while the tight hand grasped the never-failing ride. And thus died one of the tho used brave me chanic heroes of the Revolution; brave in the lamer of battle, undaunted in the hour of retreat, and undismayed in the hour of death. A Conscientious Dog. My father had a dog of the spaniel breed, whose name was Ponto. Now, Ponto, though decided ly waggish in one point, had given evidehce of be ing more religions than many of his less canine neighbors. True, he would never turn "the other check ;" and consequently, White ho had a good character with the Peace Society, he was scouted by the non-resistants. But Ponto was always reg ular at dumb, and, iu one instance at least, gave evidence that lie went there with an idea thatiton esty and religion had some connection with each other. Ho was safe enough in this notion, for a more honest dog than he never barked. Ponto always walked into church with rho family, Ire iuvar;:ddy took his seat on the lower attic of, the sacred desk ; and noun but the oldest its the congregation remembered when his seat was va cant. I night to have remarked sooner, that Ponto had but one enemy in the wide world; and who was that, but the deacon of the church, and our next door neighbor: I forgot the tattoo—perhaps some slander ogainst Ponto in the days of his puppyhood when, it must be confessed, he was too much ad dicted to fun to comport with a deaconish idea of propriety. Be that as it may, Ponto growled at nobody but Deacon Drury, and the deacon threw a stone at nothing so furiously as at Pontm either exemplified the golden rule towards the oth er, it was Ponto. So things stood at a certain time when the good pastor was culled away for a long journey. But, parson or no parson, the flint ily all went to church, us usual, the following Sab bath ; and none with a longer face or more gra cious step than Ponto. His accustomed sent was taken; and, when the congregation rose fur the early morning prayer, Porto rose with the rest— as he. had always dune—and stood with closed eyes and open ears, waiting fur the tirst word of suppli cation. To the utter astonishment of no one but the sanohnonious Punta), that word came in the voice of his old enemy, the plum deacon ! If the VOL. XV.---NO. 47. big Bible 'had fallen on Ponto's tail, he could not have looked fur the cause with a more rapid glance than he cast upward to the. pulpit. Ile fixed Lis eyes on the thee of the Deacon, as if to be sure of the sacrilege; and then, with a look of pions hor ror I shall never forget, and' a step as fast as the sanctity of the place would allow, be passed out of the house, and took a by-path home across the field. From that day forth, as long as Foote lived he could never be flattered or exhorted to enter• the church-door again; and, whenever from ncee. sity he.passed,it on week-days, it was With a look. that said, to all that knew hint as I did, "If Dea -1 con Drury prays, the church may count Pont° antong the backsliders." Hints to School-blasters. Under this head it correspondent of the Adver tiser has the following remarks, which are well worthy of attention.: "Be not sarcastic, Some teachers have a nat ural tendency to say things which cut through boy's heart like a knife. A scholar makes some mistakes ; instead of a simple reproof, comes a tone of ridicule. The boy feels wronged. One is stung into revengeful p.assiou, another crushed with despair. Ido not think a child should ever be mimicked, even for 'a drawling tone, without explaining beforehand that it is not for ridicule, but to show in what the fault colorists ; while that seprelting sarcasm whirls some teachers use should be whole abolished. It tendi to call up Lad pas sions, and to engender bad feelings in the. child's mind .towards the teacher and all that he does. "A teacher, in Prder that he may exert amoral and spiritual influence should be familiar and gen tle. There. ii, ao doubt, a dignity that is essen tial in the schoolroom, but it need not partake of ARCOGANCE. True dignity must always be cou sleeted wills simplicity. Children are keen obser vers and they either shrink from artificial austerity or smile at it as absurd. A teacher • who would walk about his school, with a domineering manner, might talk about moral and spiritual truth until he was weary, sad do little goad. To produce much good, a teacher must win the lOve and confidence of the children ; and to do this, he should, in his manners be natural sad gentle. "Sty with the tone of the voice. If a teacher it sharp and crabbed in his speech, if lie calls out with dogmatical otifhoriiN, he shuts up the hearts of the scholars, and the spell is broken they will not listen to the voice of the charmer, chars ho !vet so wisely. "A subdued manner, and a low, kind tone, NV 1:1 cork wonders.. Souse always speak in the impera - ice mood. 'Filth boy, second diciehn, bring your nook this way.' Another says : 'Master A—, will you bring me your book?' "Now both boys know they are to obey; but one does with some degree of scorn what the othe r does cheerfully. Who would not rather be asked than ordered 7"—filonily Monitor. Dress The nether garment was first worn in the bifur cated form by the women of ancient Judah. How far it resembles tho modem trousers we have no de nite information; but the fact is worth keeping in mind that women were the original wearers of trowsers. The exclusive claim which man su per maintitinB to the use of this garment, is founded upon no principle amoral or social poli cy. It is an arbitrary claim, without a solitary argument to support it, not oven that of prior usage. Nature ne•crintesded that the sexes should be distinguished by apparel. The beard which she assigned solely to man, is the natural token of Iris sex. But man effeminates himself, contrary to the evident pm•pose of nature, by shaving off his beard ; and then, lest his sex should be mista ken, he arrogates to himself a particular form of ' dress, the wearing of which by the female sex ho declares to be a grave misdemeanor. Common sense teaches us that the dress which is newt convenient, and best adopted to our wants evil circumstances, is the dress most proper for us to wear. Surely a case can be imagined in which the superiority of the male attire is not palpable.— I am cognizant of no reason why women should not wear this stress. If girls were aenstomed to it front MI early age, we would see fewer delicately formed women, mid none with over-lapped ribs.— Miss Weber. Very Last of the Mohicans. Joe Seobasin, a Penobscot Italian, not long since was sued for the sum of $6, by a white man, before Squire Johnson. On the day of the trial, Jon made his appearance and rendered the requisite amount, for debt and costs, and demand a receipt in full. " Why Joe, it is unusual, it is unnecessary," said the squire, "Oh yes, we want 'ma receipt sorban." " I tell you Job, that a receipt will do no good." " Sartain, Squire, I want 'em." "What do you want it for, Joe." "Oh, sp'ose me die and go to heaven—then they say, well Joe Seobasin, you owe any man now ? Then me say not. Very well, did you pay 'um Ben Saunders ?" "O yes, me pay 'um." Well, then, show 'tun receipt." Then me have to go off down and ruu all over to hunt up Squire • Johnson. Riddle's Dying Testimony. Mr. Edward Riddle, an aged Christian in Hulli remarked a few days before his death to ono pre sent, "Some may suppose, that a person at my time of life, and after so long =king a proltission of religion, has nollting to do but to die and go to heaven, but I find that I hare a, touch need to 4 go to God, through Christ, as it , inner, at the laid hour as at the. beginning. The blood of °briar, the death of CibrAst, his victory andttll .ii, tkeiis arts Inv ground of faith, hope, pot C dwrii is the sumo need of hint to he the Finis ter of my titith, as there was to be the Author of it."