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VOLUME XVII.
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POETICAL.
BEAUTIFUL STANZAS.
Beneath a cloudless summer sky
The placid lake unruffled lay,
And on its bosom secured to lie
The glory of a second day ;
The sky, the grove, the pendent flower,
The tiny blades of grass were seen
Display'd in beauty's simple power—
Another summer's sunny sheen.
And thus, inethought, the emblem lies—
The Christian's spirit, purled slain,
Displays a reflex of the skies,
A heaven above—a heaven within,
Anon there came a breath of air,
So faint it scarcely welled to blow,
Yet, sweeping o'er that mirror fair,
It mare(' the fairy scene below,
The summer sky, the leafy grove,
The pendent flower, so bright before,
Though all was yet the same above,
Beneath no second image bore.
And thus, tnethought, when o'er the soul,
The scarce felt breath of sin is driv'n,
Too soon its waves tumultuous roll,
And darkling, cloud the sheen of heaven,
FAMILY CIRCLE.
Death Will Come.
The Rev. Albert Barnes, in an able
discourse in the October number of the
National Preacher, holds the following
graphic language in illustration of the
above caption:.
"Death will come; he will certainly
come. Ho cannot be evaded; he cannot
be put back; he cannot be made to take
his steps any slower. Oh ho will come!
All that lives on earth will die—every
beast, bird and creeping thing, the hum
ming bird, the insect that flutters in the
sunbeam; every tree, shrub and flower—
the oak, the pine, the acacia, the moss that
man growsover the wall; every monarch, ev
ery peasant; evey rich man, every poor man
every slave, every master of a slave; every
old man, every woman, every child; every
old man that prides himself on his honors
and his wealth; every young woman that
prides herself on her beauty. Oh all will
die! I am in a world of death; I am
amidst the dying and the dead; I see not a
living thing in all my rambles, that will
not die—no man, no woman, no child; no
beast, no plant, no tree. The eagle that
cuts the air cannot fly above it; the mon
ster of the deep cannot dive below it; the
tiny insect cannot make itself so insignifi
cant that death will not notice it; the levia
than cannot, with his great strength, strug
gle
against it. The Christian will die; the
sinner will die— yea, the sinner! Your
wealth cannot save you; your accomplish
ments cannot save you. Death cares for
none of these things; they are all trifles—
gewgaws beneath his notice. He no more
"loves a shining mark" than an ignoble
one; he has no more pride iu cutting down
the rich nian than the podr man—the
daughter of beauty and fashion than the
daughter of ugliness and sin. He loves
to level the thistle as well as the rose bud;
the bramble as the magnolia; the brier as
the cedar of Lebanon. He cares as little
for the robes of ermine as for the beggar's
rags; as little for your richest vestments
and gayest apparel as for the blanket of
the savage. You will die, and the fear of
death will come upon 'you. Death comes
just as he is—pale, solemn, fixed, stern, de
termined on his work. He hears no cry
for pity, he regards no shriek of terror.
He comes steady, certain, unchanged, and
unchangeable in his purpose, to take you
away from your bed of down ; to hurry you
away from your splendid dwelling; to call
you out of your assembly room—taking
you away from your companions, that will
miss you for a moment, and then resume
their dance, that you may die. Death will
come. He has been advancing towards
you since you began to breathe. Ho has
kept on his way, always advancing to meet
you, while you have been asleep or awake
and if you have gone north, or south, or
cast, or west, he has always put himself in
your path—how near or how remote you
have never known. Death will come.—
He has always been advancing, never re
ceding, and soon his baneful shadow will
fall upon your path. And that shadow
will deepen and become more chilly, like
an advancing eclipse; and then his dark
form will stand right before you, between
you and the light of the living world, and
you will be in the dark valley. Death
will come—fearful enough under any ca.-
:,
Influence of a Smile.
It is related in the life of a celebrated
mathematician, Win. Hutton, that a re
spectable looking country woman called
upon him one day, anxious to speak with
him. She told him with an air of secresy
that her husband behaved unkind to her,
and sought out other company, frequently
passing his evenings from home, which
made her feel extremely unhappy; and
knowing Mr. Hutton to be a wise man,
she thought he might be able to tell her
how to cure her husband.
The case was a common one, and he
thought he could prescribe for it without
losing his reputation as a conjurer.
"The remedy is a simple one," said he,
"but I have never known it to fail; always
treat your husband wills a smile."
The woman expressed her thanks, drop
ped a courtcsey, and went away. A few
months afterwards she waited on Mr. Hut
ton with a couple of fine fowls, which she
begged him to accept. She told him, while
a tear of joy and gratitude glistened in her
eye, that she had followed his advice, and
Iher husband was cured. Ile no longer
sought the company of others, but treated
her with constant love and kindness.
Only One Step at a Time.
Horace is a round-faced, white-headed
little boy three years of age. Ono Sabbath
morning as we came from our chamber, we
overheard his mother say, "Here, Horace,
my dear, carry this book into your father's
study, and lay it on the table. The little
fellow took the book, went to the foot of the
stairs, and there he stopped. We wish our
little readers could have seen him as he
stood gazing up that long flight from the
bottom to the top. Such a look of discour
agement surely never came over the counte
nance of a little boy. Ho seemed to say
by his appearance, "how can I go up all
those long steps?"
The watchful eye of the mother immedi
ately saw his trouble; and with a sweet en
couraging voice, she said, "0, my son, it is
only one step at a time."
And so the little boy found it. When
lie looked at the long, steep journey, and
though or it all together, it seemed a task
too great for his tiny feet; but when he
thought of it, "only one step at a time," it
seemed au easy matter. And how many a
hill of difficulty would disappear if wo would
think of it, only one step at a time. The
long Sabbath school lesson, the hard sum
in arithmetic, the errand a mile off, the big
pile of wood to be carried into the house,
the bed of strawberries to be wed, all ap
pear easy to accomplish, when we remember
it is only one word, one figure, one, step,
one weed at a time.
Whenever, then, little reader, you feel
discouraged at sonic task your mother has
assigned you, think of this mother's remark
to her white headed boy, "only one step at
a time." You must surely be a faint-heart
ed little fellow, if one step frightens and
discourages you. Well, if you can take
one stop you can take the rest, for that is
only ono step, end then another, and so on
to the top. Try it, and not be chicken
hearted !
itr The eccentric Rowland Hill used
to say "that when Churchmen and Dissen
ters, Presbyterians and independents,
Methodists and Quakers, should unite and
hold prayer-mectine together, the devil
would no longer Ind for the mighty angel
to come down from heaven to bind him in
the bottomless pit; but would run away
and hide there, of his own accord; and for
very damair shut himself up for a thous
and years! Blessed be God? the holy
Scriptures encourage us to hope for the
day when Christians of different denomina
' tions shall meet and recognize each other
on the platform of evangelical faith and
holiness— when the scales of bigotry shall
fall from their eyes; and the mists of pre
judice shall be dissipated by the sweet
beams and breezes of charity; and all who
call themselves Christians shall cease to
dispiso and persecute one another for slight
differences of opinion in matter not funda
mental: and
"Each heart Anil quit its prison in the breast,
And How in free communion with the rest;"
and the senseless cry, "I am of Paul"—q
am of Peter'—"l ant of Appollos"—shall
give place to the grand catholic confession,
"We are all of Christ!"
How TO COOK A POTATO.—Wash it
well but let there be no scraping. At the
thickest end cut off a piece the size of a
sixpence. This is the safety valve through
which the steam escapes, and all the rents
in the skin are thereby prevented, just as
the valve prevents a rupture in the steam
boiler.
A. SECRET WORTH KNOWING.—BoiI
three or four onions with a pint of water.
Then, with a gilding brush, go over your
glasses and frames, and rest assured that
the flies will not light on the article washed.
This may be used without apprehension,
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HUNTINGDON, PA., THURSDAY, JUNE 3, 1852.
MISCELLANEOUS.
Robert Burn% Bible,
We had in our possession on Saturday
the identical pair of Bibles presented by
the immortal Burns to the dearest object of
his affections, Highland Mary, on the banks
of the Ayr, when he spent with her "one
day of parting love." They are in remark
able good preservation, and belong to a
decendent of Mary's mother,Mrs. Camp
bell, whose property they bcame on the
death of her daughter, and subsequently ,
Mrs. Anderson, Mary's only surviving sis
ter, acquired them. The circumstances of
the Bible being in two volumes, seemed at
one time to threaten its dismemberment,
Mrs. Anderson having presented one to
each of her two daughters; but on their ap
proaching marriage, their brother William
prevailed on them to dispose of the sacred
volumes to him. On the first blank leaf
of the first volume is written, in the hand
writing of the immortal bard, "And ye shall
not swear by my name falsely—l mu the
Lord—Levit. 19th chap. 12th verse," and
on the corresponding leaf of the second
volume, "Thou shalt not forswear thyself,
but shalt perform unto the Lord thine oath
—Matthew sth chap. 33d verse." On the
second blank loaf of each volume there aro
the remains of "Robert Burns, Mossgiel,"
in his hand-writing, beneath which is drawn
a Masonic emblem; at the end of the first
volume there is a lock of Highland Mary's
hair.
There is a mournful interest attached to
these sacred volumes—sacred from their
contents, and sacred from having been a
pledge of love from the most gifted of Scot
land's birds to the artless object of his af
fections; from whom he was separating, no
more to wet on this side of the grave.—
The life ST Turn's was full of romance, but
there is not one circumstance in it all so
romantic and full of interest, as those which
attended and followed the gift of those vol
umes. He was young when he wooed and
won the affections of Mary, whom ho de
scribes as a warm-hearted, charming young
creature as ever blessed man with generous
love." The attachment was mutual, and
forms the subject of his earlier lyrics as
well as of the productions of his later
years, which shows that it was very deep
motel' Before he was known to fame,
steeped in poverty to the very dregs, and
meditating an escape to the West Indies
from the remorseless fangs of a hard-heart
ed creditor, ho addressed to his 'dear girl'
the song which begins,
" Will ye go to the Mies, my Mary,
And leave old Scotia's shore;
Will ye go to the Indies, my Mary,
And cross the Atlantic's rosy?"
But neither Burns nor his Mary were
doomed to "cross the Atlantic's roar," nor
to realize those dreams of mutual bliss
which passion or enthusiasm had engend
ered in their youthful imaginations. Burns
was called to Edinburgh, there to commence
his career of fame which was to terminate
in a chill poverty, dreary disappointment,
and dark despair—while Mary's happier
lot, after a transient gleam of the sunshine
of life, was to be removed to a better and
happier world. Her death shed a sadness
over his whole future life, and a spirit of
subdued grief and tenderness was displayed
whenever she was the subject of his con
versation or writings. Witness as follows:
"Ye banks an' braes ail' streams around,
The eitstli3 o' Montgoinerie.
Green he your woods, and fair your flowers,
Your waters never drumlie•
There summer fi rst unfitulds tier rubes,
An' there the longest tarry,
For there I took the last fitreweel
0' my sweet Highland Mary!"
In a note appended to this song, Burns
says:—"This was• a composition of mine
in my early life, before I was known at all
to the world. My Highland lassie was a
warmhearted, charming young creature as
over blessed a man with generous love.—
After a pretty lotig trial of the most ardent
reciprocal affections, we met by appoint
ment on the second Sunday of May, in a
sequestered spot on the banks of the Ayr,
where we spent a day in taking a farewell
before she would embark for the West
Highlands, to arrange matters among her
friends for our projected change of life.—
At the close of the autumn following, she
crossed the sea to meet me at Greenock,
where she was seized with a malignant fe
ver, which hurried my dear girl to her
grave in a few days, before I could even
hear of her illness."
It was at this romantic and interesting
meeting on the banks of the Ayr that the
Bibles before us were presented to Mary;
and he must have a heart of stone indeed
who can gaze on them without his imagina
tion calling up feelings in his bosom too
big for utterance. On that spot they ex
changed Bibles, and plighted their faith to
each other, the stream dividing them, and
the sacred book grasped by both o'er its
purpling waters. This was the only token
of affection each had to give the other, and
the wealth of the Indies could not have pro
cured a better or more appropriate one.—
Intellectual Progress of the Work
ing Classes.
Amid the moral apathy of political sel
fishness, and the contending bowers of good
and evil generally, it has been delightful
to us to note the everywhere increasing de
mand and supply of knowledge for the
masses. During the passing season, Ly
ceums and Reading Clubs have sprung up
all over the country, as it were spontane
ously; and not, as formerly, like mice
brought forth by mountain labors. These
schools for mutual instruction have secur
ed the best talent in the country; men
most eminent in science and literature have
responded to their call, and lectured to
full houses on topics of general and prac
tical interest. It would seem that there
is a power behind the throne, which has
roused our young men to engage in a men
tal crusade, preparatory to a practical is
sue with the great social and political in
tellect and high moral courage of a new
generation to establish on "the rock of
ages,".
— Hitherto professional men have led on
all questions of political, moral and rai
-1 gious interest. When we say led, we mean
that their opinions have been accepted un
questioned, and their course adopted with
little or no hesitation. That supremacy
of persons has passed, and henceforth it is
principles that will command deference
and guide to action.
And this coming up of the masses of the
laboring classes to the fountains of know
ledge, is to have influence upon the pro
fessions. Mediocre talents and attain
ments will be starved out of their shabby
offices and grasp the plow or the plane for
bread; and those of superior mental calibre
will be forced to work out their salvation
from dyspepsia, in order to sustain their
mental energies in the race for pre-emi
nence.
It is a fact—and physiological science
explains the why—that in consequence of
their physical inertia, the actual talent of
professional men falls below the standard
of their natural ability. And assuming it
to be equally true the average of natural
talent in the professions, is no greater than
the average of talent outside; we foresee,
that when the laboring classes "drink deep
of the Pierian spring," they will possess,
in virtue of their superior physical nerve,
the "snap and spring" of superior mental
capacities.
We are, of course, predicting our re
marks upon a knowledge of laws which
govern the harmonious development of
human beings, and taking it for granted
that the knowledge of these laws—which
is being so generally diffused—is to con
trol the application of means of the highest
possible development of the moral and in
tellectual powers.
01 all employments for the hands, agri
culture combines in its conditions the most
marked facilities for mental development.
Mechanics come next; and the light, indoor
occupations last. Science and literature
must be wedded to labor before they can
be purged of the errors and mysticisms
generated by ill conditions of body—by
physical dyspepsy.—Windhain (Vt) Demo
crat.
Vivo rEmpereur Fitiistin
Another act in the imperial farce in Hay
ti has been consumated, and his sable Im
perial Majesty, Solongue, is now, by all
the grace and all the authority of ceremony,
military display, jewels, the sanction of
other powers, and the Papal consent, a
bona fide Emperor, fitted to rank with
their mightinesses of Austria and Russia,
to sit by the side of the fair Queen of Bri
tain, and to take precedence even of the
President of France. What Louis Napo
leon is aiming and working for by coups
d'etat and decrees, the potentate of African
blood has accomplished quietly and with
out the opposition of either his own people
or of foreign powers. The negro taste for
gewgaws and finery is gratified with the
pomp and circumstance den imperial court,
and whatever of Republican sympathies
there may have been among the Haytiens,
they can readily resign them for the pleas
ures
derived from titles of nobility, decora
tions and orders, dispensed with right royal
bounty from the sable hand of the mighty
Faustin the First. We have not as yet
heard whether his Imperial Majesty, on
his accession to the purple, will insist on
the recognition of his government by the
United States; but we presume ho will not
in the magnificence of his glory, permit a
Republic to exist so near his imperial do
mains without receiving some notice. The
Committees on Foreign Relations must pre
pare themselvs for the contingency of a
possible collision with the Emperor of Hay
ti!—Bulletin.
A late Missouri paper contains a
poetic description of a bowie-knife fight,
that took place in that neighborhood. The
third stanza ran as follows:
"The wretch then drew a shiner knife
Just like the maniac man,
And in he plunged it to the hilt,
The Latest Dodge.
A NEW EDITION OF TILE "PILGRIM'S PRO
GRESS."
Among the numerous expedients which
have been resorted in evading the 'Maine
Liquor Law,' the following is the most in
genious:
About a fortnight since, a tall speci
men of 'Yankee manufacture' arrived in
the good city of Portland, in the State of
Maine, and established himself and lug
gage at the Elm Hotel. This luggage
consisted of a small valise, and a large ob
long box, containing (for the inspectors ,
had examined its contents) a quantity of
books richly bound, which the proprietor
had brought for the purpose of retailing
about the •city.
After seeing his property placed in the
room allotted to him, the pedlar made his
appearance in the office with a small vcl
umc in his hand. He glanced his keen,
2 1 .1:ONVii eye leisurely around the room,
which contained at that moment no one
but the clerk and myself.
'Fond of reading?' inquired the pedlar
of the clerk, when he had finished his ob
servation.
'Don't get time to read,' replied the
clerk, tartly, busying himself at the desk.
rather guess l've got a book here
you'd like to read,' continued the pedlar
perseveringly.
'What is it?'
'Well, it's a real good book; and just
right for the times, too, cause it'll give a
man spiritual consolation; and they do say
that's what a man can't get very easy in
Naine—just now.'
'That's very true; but your 'consolation,'
unfortunately, my friend, does not happen
to bo of the right sort.'
There was a cunning leer in the pedlar's
eye as he inquired; 'Feud of the right
sort, heys'
"When I can get it,' said the clerk, be
seining interested.
'Guess I shall sell you this book, then,
said the pedlar, decidedly.
'What is it—you havn't told me the
name of it yet?'
'lt's the Pilgrim's Progress:
'O, bother! I've read it tt dozen
times.'
'But this is an entirely new edition.'
'Oh! it's all the same.'
'Beautifully engraved.'
'Oh! nonsense 2 - -1: don't want it.' And
so saying, ho commenced writing again,
visibly annoyed.
'Say, you—better look at the picters,'
continued the pedlar, thrusting the book
under his very nose.
This movement had an astonishing effect
upon the clerk. He jumped off his chair
and began to examine the volume eagerly;
but much to my surprise, without opening
it. Then seemingly satisfied with the scru
tiny, he asked the price and purchased
it.'
'Say, you'—said the pedlar,. after the
bargain was concluded—moving towards
the door—'Say, you, if anybody else should
see that book and want to.got another just
like it, send 'cm up t0.N0..73 and I'll ac
commodate 'em just about as quick ar they
please : 1
Aud exchanging a very: quterand mys
terious look with the clerk, the pedlar van
ished.
'What on• eavth made you buy that
book?' asked Y of the oierk,•as soon as he
had gone.
'See here, a moment.'
I advanced and looked over his shoulder.
Turning up one end of the book he remo
ved a slide, and discovered a stopple which
ho unscrewed, and then handed me the
book, which I applied mechanically to my
mouth.
What is it asked he, laughing.
'Brandy—by jingo!' exclaimed I, paus
ing to take breath, and making tracks for
the door.
Hallo' where are you going!,
Up stairs; it has :just struck me that
the 'Pilgrim's Progress' will be an excel
lent addition to my library.'
The next day the pedlar's stock was ex
hausted.
"Attention the Whole:,
A major of militia, in Pennsylvania, who
had recently been elected, and who was not
overburthened with brains, took it into his
head, en the morning of the parade, to go
out, and exorcise a little by himself. The
'Bela"' selected for this purpose was his own
, stoop. Placing himself iu a military atti
tude% with his sword drawn, he exclaimed
"Attention the whole ! Rear rank, three
paces, march !" and he tumbled down the
cellar.
His wife, hearing the noise occasioned in
falling, came running out aad asked—
"My dear have you hated yourself!"
•'Go into the house woman," said the
major, " what do you know about war?"
see through it," as the old lidy
said when tho bottom of her wasbstub fell
23
NUMBER 22.
A Practical Joke.
A gentleman of considerablC talent as
an orator, became a member.of a legisla-.
tive body, in one of the eastern states.—
In speaking, he was addicted to an odd
habit of handling his spectacles; first pla
cing them on his nose—suffering them to
remain a minute or two—throwing them
upon his forehead, and finally folding them
up and laying them before him upon the
desk. One day, a very important ques
tion came up for consideration, and ha
commenced a speech in opposition , . A
friend to the proposed measure, who was a
most incorrigible wag withal, determined
to spoil the effect of the honorable mem
ber's remarks, and accordingly, before he•
entered the hall provided himself with a ,
dozen pair of spectacles: The member
e,;.,enenced his harangue , with , his usual!
ability. But a few minutes had elapsed
before he was at work with his spectacles,
and finally got them upon his forehead.—
At this juncture, our wag, who stood ready,
laid another pair on the desk before the
speaker. These were taken up, and by
gradual gradations, gained a place on his
forehead by the side of the others. A
third, fourth, and fifth pair were disposed
of in the same manner. A smile Bellied
upon the countenances of the honorable
members which gradually lengthened into
a grin, and at last when the speaker had
warmed into one of his most patriotic and
eloquent sentences,he deposited a sixth
pair with the others, and there was one
loud and long peal of laughter from all
parts of the hall—president, clerks and.
members joined in chorus. The speaker
looked around in astonishment at this curi
ous interruption; then, raising his hand he
grasped the spectacles, and the whole joke
rushed upon his mind. He dashed them
on the floor, took up his hat and left the
hall. The bill passed by a triumphant
majority,,Brobably in. consequences of. the
gentlemen's silly and useless habit.
THE LATEST CURIOSITIES,--A• small
quantity of tar supposed to•sliave• been left
when the Israelites pitched their tents.
A fence made of the railing ota , scolding
wife.
A plate of butter made from "the-cream
of a joke:-
The small coins in the "change of the
moon."
The original brush used in paintiiig the
"signs of the times."
The very latest contract with the "Trade
Winds.'
The chair in which the sun sets.
A garment for the naked eye..
The hammer which broke up the meet , .
ing B .
uckel to fasten. a laughing stock. •
The animal that drew the inference.
Ems from a nest of thieves.
ATmeket of water from "All's well."
We want a fifer and drummer to beat
time for the "march of intellect; 'a pair of
snuffers to trim the "light of otheridays;"
a stone-cutter that oau drill a, hole deep
enough to blast the "rock of ages;" a ring
that will fit the "finger of scorn;" a new
pully to put on the "shaft of envy;" a new
cushion for the "seat of government."
ft' Some young ladies, feeling aggriev
ed by the severity with: which their friends
speculated on their plumes, flounces, neck
laces, rings, etc., went to their pastor to
learn his opinions.
"Do you think," said they, "there
can be any impropriety in wearing those
things?"
"By no means," was the prompt reply.;
"when the heart is full of ridiculous no
tions it is perfectly proper to bang out the
sign."
TY — "O dear," said a fashionabli girl,
when she first beheld a cucumber, "1 al
ways thought such things grew in slices."
This is almost as good as a wise legisla
tor asking a lumberman what le did with
the rafts after he had sold the lumber off
them. He had a glimmering that they
wore taken back for a fresh load.
[G'" Three Irishmen having found four
apples, consulted .together how to divide
thorn; one at length, wiser than the rest,
undertook it r and divided them in the fol
lowing manner : "Hero's two for you two,
and here's two for me too."
lir"I had rather not take a horn with
you," said the loafer to the bull, but ho
insisted on treating him •to two, and tho
loafer g ot quite high."
C - If eight ftWonga make a mite, how
many would it.takoln make a oamo-mile.
Irg" Nadanio Kossuth is said to be pre
paring fOr p,ublioation, a work on Amer
ica.
Ir.rA printer is the ouly man who eau
set while he stands.
1.7 — " - i ! feol for you," as the pickpockOt's