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[From the N. Y. Courier.]
On the Death of Daniel Webster.
[The blind Poetess.]
A casket is broken, a jewel has fled,
The mighty has fallen, the peerless is dead ;
And the hearts of a nation are bleeding once more,
For the eagle lies low on our desolate shore.
Oh ! Webster, the arrow hath pierced thee at last!
Thy sun has declined, its glory has pa.t—
But the beams which to us it so recently gave,
Shall hallow thy memory and brighten thy grave,
Thou host finished thy course and bast MIAs to
The path where so nobly thy footsteps have led
With laurels of honor we circle thy name,
That unsullied shall live in the annals of fame.
Thou hest finished thy course, can we cease to
Thut soul stirring voice that must greet us no
With wonder and pride on its accents wd hung,
A. Its deep gushing sounds thro* the Capitol
Oh, Statesman beloved, thou wert faithful and
To the Country whose tcnrs shall the ashes be.
dew ;
Hest, rest when affection her tribute shall pay,
How soon halt thou followed. the Patriot CLAY.
You have labored unceasing our rights to sustain,
In you we have lost what we cannot regain ;
Tix.' tempest assailed and the waters he dark,
'Taps the spirit of wisdom that guided your bark,
Your course was still onward your work w nuw
The conflict is o'er end the victory won ;
Rise, star of our Union in transport arise,
To thy mansion of beauty, thy home in the skies.
Farewell, we must speak it, tho' bitter the word.
O'er the wide rolling bidow its tones shall be
beard ;
We dare not repine, vet our bosom roust swell,
With feelings too painful fur language to tell.
Tho' the durk weed of mourning our country may
But faintly they picture a nAtion's despair ;
Yet rest when affection shell tenderly say,
Peace, peace to the relics of WsuerEß and CEA r.
ffamitg (Mac.
The Dark Day of 1780.
The following extract of a letter written
by Dr. Adams of Exeter, N. 11., diseribes
the phenomenon, called the "Dark Day" in
a graphic tnanner,and gives such details as
will be read with interest. The letter was
written to General Folsom, at that tine a
member of the Provincial Congress, at
Philadelphia. It is dated May 27, 1780.
* * * * We had a very ex
traordinary phenomenon the 19th day of
this month. In the morning it was rainy,
till about nine o'clock, when the clouds
broke away and the sun appeared, but very
red. After nine the clouds grew very
thick, with the wind from south-west, in
light breezes; at half past ten it was un
commonly dark, the clouds appearing of a
yellowish hue. At eleven the public
school was dismissed, it being so dark that li
no person could read or write. It oontin
ued to grow darker till twelve, when it was
so dark that we could not toll one person
from another in a room with three large
windows. In short, it was midnight dark
ness at noon-day ! The fowls went to
roost, and there was a strong smell of
smoke. It had been very dry for a long
time before, the wind having been at east
for four or five days,whiob drove the smoke
back to the westward, and when the wind
abiltad. it broaght It all down in a body.
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which, together with the dense clouds,
caused the darkness which lasted till three
o'clock, P. M. before it began to grow
Thousands of people who could not ac
count for it from natural causes, were
greatly terrified, and indeed it cast a uni
versal gloom on the earth. The frogs and
night-hawks began their notes. At four
o'clock the wind shifted to the north-east,
which brought the clouds back, and at sun
set it was again very dark. At nine o'-
clock it was darkness to be felt by more
senses than one, as there was a strong
smell of soot. Almost everybody who
happened to be out in the evening got lost
in going home. The darkness was as un
common in the night as it was in the day,
as the moon had fulled the day before."
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Sugar House Cure of Consumption.
The healthiness of a sugar-house during
the rolling season (remarks the editor of
the Cotton Plant) is well known in all cane
growing countries. It is a common thing
for planters to take up their bed and board
at the commencement and not leave the su
gar-house until the season is over. We
have taken sundry good dinners while the
caldrouns of syrup were boiling, and send
ing clouds of steam around us, the steam
engine and ponderous cane crushing mill
furnishing the music of our repast. During
the sugar-making, notwithstanding the hard
labor of eighteen hours a day, the people
are almost universally healthy. This fact
has become so noted that the attention of
physicians has been drawn towards it as a
means of cure for several diseases.
Dr. Cartwright, a physician of note in
New Orleans, says there is nothing like the
sugar-house cure for bronchial, dyspeptic,
and consumptive complaints. He states
that a residence in a sugar-house during
the rolling season far surpasses any other
known means of restoring flesh, strength
and health, lost by coronic ailments of the
chest, throat, and stomach. The rolling
season is the harvest when the canes are
cut, the juice expressed and ccnverted into
sugar. In Louisiana it commences about
the middle of October, and generally ends
at Christmas, but it is sometime protracted
into January. Dr. C. says:
Last December, having a severe and dis
tressing cough, which for some weeks had
resisted the usual remedies, I went into a
sugar-house, drank a glass of hot cane
juice, and stood over the kettles, called
clarifiers, for some hours, inhaling the va
por arising therefrom. The vapor was
most agreeable and soothing to the lungs.
The fragrant, saccharine aura seemed to
penetrate into the inmost recesses of the
obstructed lobules, opening its way into
the intercellular passages and aired's;
without exciting cough, but removing the
obstructions, the cause of the cough.—
I stood over the clarifiers, envelop
ed for five hours in a dense cloud of va
por, of au agreeable temperature and an
aromatic odor ; after which I retired to'
rest and had a refreshing sleep. In the
morning the inhalation of the vapor was
again resumed, when I returned home
through a raw cold, windy atmosphere,
some ten miles to the city, almost well,
,1 without experiencing any inconvenience
1 front the exposure in the e, - Ad, the cough
and disagreeable sensation of chillness,
smothering, and febrile irritation having
disappeared almost entirely. A tenuous
vapor, of an agreeable aromatic odor, hov
ers constantly over the heated juice of the
clarifiers. It is demulcent, saccharine, and
grateful to the respiratory organs, causing
no oppression or feeling of constriction, as
other vapors and smokes so often do, but
the lungs seem to expand and drink it in
with avidity, as the roots of plants require
the moisture of the earth impregnated with
anotized bodies after a shower. What hu
mus is to vegetable substance, the elements
contained in this vapor would seem to man.
The healthiness of sugar making has
generally been ascribed to the use of sugar
at the time as food; but, from Dr. Cart
wright's statement, it would appear the in
haling the steam has a soothing and bene
ficial effect upon the lungs of those suffer
ing front pulmonary disease.
Patent Churn and Butter Worker.
The Scientific American gives a plate
and desoription of a Patent Churn and But
ter Worker, by the aid of which a single
woman can easily do all the churning and
butter making of a very large dairy, and
that too without touching the ,butter with
her hands. A few minutes after putting
the cream into the churn, you can take out
the butter already fcr the table or the mar
ket—without a particle of butter-milk or
other liquid substance in it, conipact and
firm, and not liable to become rancid.—
This churn and butter worker took the
first premium at the late annual Hartford
County Fair.
A project is on foot in Boston to estab
lish an asylum for dia►yed salters.
A Boston Notion.
I• Boston is a city of` notions, everybody
knows. America can show no other city
so full cf matured systems, useful contri-
Vances and odd conveniences as this same
Boston. The city maxim seems to be, that
"there's a best way of doing all things."
In public and domestic affairs the solid
men of Boston are not content with simple
achievements, but they must have achieve
ment by the best methods.
The latest illnstration of this is their
scientific way of giving a fire alarm, and
calling out and guiding their fire depart
ment. A very simple matter,
one would
think, to raise the window sash and shout
fi-re two or three times, and leave the
alarm to spread. Every villager knows
how to pull a hell-rope, and ring till he's
tired. Every New Yorker knows how to
count the booming strokes of the big bells
as they tell of the district number. A
very simple thing! One way just as good
as another so long as a rousing alarm is
By no means. These Boston men have
found out a best way.
If your houie takes fire, and gets past
domestic control, and you feel it necessary
to appeal to the municipal authorities for
help, do not be at all excited or alarmed.
Do not make yourself red in the face, and
hoarse with shouting. Put on your hat and
run to yonder corner where you see that
little iron box fastened up against the wall;
step into the store, ask quietly for the key,
adding, "My house is on fire," by way of
apology for the intrusion; now unlock the
little iron door, and, remembering that the
longest way round is sometimes the short
est way home, obey the, inscription and
"turn six times slowly." Your responsi
bility is ended. You've done all you need
to. Boston will take care of yore• house.
Shut to the little iron door. Hurry home
or the engines will be there before you.
Every bell in the city and several more
accross the water are telling people where
you live, and that your house is on fire.—
In other parts of the city men with glazed
hats and brass trumpets may be seen run
ning to these same little iron boxes; they
seem to whisper a moment, then they listen,
and then they look very knowing, and slap
the door to ; and here they come, all pen
men to your help. How much time has
elapsed since you needed help Perhaps
three minutes. There is a best way of
giving an alarm, that's a fact.
But how was it done
That little iron box you opened was a
telegraph station you can see the wires
whore they come down through those two
iron pipes into the box. The crank you
turned is merely a contrivance that enables
an inexperienced person to send the only
message ever sent from this box—its own
number. Just so a hand organ enables
the grinder to play ens tune well, even
though he be no organist. You turned it
six times. Once would have been enough,
but six times over, and every time the same
number, there would be no mistake. The
central office knew in an instant of your
Yes, but how did that make the bells
ring all over the city, and East Boston too?
Do they keep a sexton at every boll rope
all the time ready to pull when any body
No. That would be full as bad as the
New York plan of keeping watchmen up in
the fire towers, on a prepetual look out.—
That would not be scientific enough for a
"BEST" way. But you know a church
clock strikes the hours without any help
from the sexton except to wind it up.—
Just so the bells are rung for fire; in every
steeple there is a machine like the striking
train of a clock. These machines will strike
several hundred blows each with their hea
vy hammers by being wound up once.--
When you sent off your dispatch, it tvent
direet to a third story room on Court
Square and was read by a man whose busi
ness it is to attend to such messages.—
From the same room he can, by touching a
key, send by another set of wires a current
of galvanism to every steeple in the city.
If you look you see these wires entering
every steeple that holds a good bell. When
this galvanic current passes into the stee
ples, it eircultitei in each, around a bar of
soft iron, which instantly becomes a power
ful magnet, strong enough to lift the de
tent that keeps the striking machines from
running. Now these machines are made
so that they would strike one blow and
stop, unless the magnet keeps the detent
back and leaves the wheels unlocked and
free to run. So this man in the little third
story room by, the Court House, (he'll show
you hcw it is done if you call uptiti him;
for he is very courteous to visitors,) can,
by pressing the proper knob or key, make
these heavy bell hammers strike any num
ber he chooses. And he makes them
strike the number of our ward.
But how happend the engines and fire
men to come straight to my house 2 There
are two or three thousand houses in the
The foreman of every fire company bee a
key to these useful little iron boxes, and so
when he has got to the ward signified by
the hells, he runs to the nearest box, and
sends a private signal to the man in Court
Square, asking "just where is Me fire ?"
and then he listens while the sewer comes
back hi little taps, one, two, three, four,
4 - c., till ho learns the number of the very
box you opened when you gave the alarm
in the first place. Every box has its own
number. The bells tolled the firemen what
ward, and the telegraph taps whispered
what station box the alarm came from.
I see. But is it worth all this trouble of
wires and machinery and boxes and batter
ies ?
Yes, indeed. Five minutes at the begin
ning of a fire are very precious. But often
times, so rapid is this system, an alarm will
be given, bells rung, boxes consulted, fire
found, hose procured and screwed fo b. Co
chituate fire plug, and the fire extinguish
ed, ere the family in danger are well awake.
Many a time, the first a man knows of his
dFiger,by fire", !s that Ms room is flooded
with water.
But this municipal telegraph is used for
more purposes than one. In case of riot,
the police captains can send for help to
head quarters. To catch an absconding
thief by setting guard at every railroad
and steamboat, can be done in five minutes.
Then, too, very soon all the clocks will be
hitched together by wires, and all of them
go by one central pendulum, accurately,
ffve hundred clocks alike to a second!
Go it, Boston ! We shall soon .hear of
newer notions still. The ner.t move will
be to introduce into every first class house,
city time as well as city water and city gam
Telegraphic time wires will be introduced
just as now the water pipes and gas fixtures
are. What a rnillenium of punctuality !
Twenty thousand clocks ticking together !
Yes, and next we shall hear of a refinement
of the fire system. Philip's annihilators
will be built into the walls, their nozzles
just peeping out into the room. Conveni
ent wires will be arranged so that a wan
waked at midnight by a smell of fire or a
red light in his room, will only aced reach
out his arm to the fire knob, and pull it
"six times slowly," and instantly that wake
ful, watchful, handy-man on Court Square
will touch his wires, not to frighten sleep
from all the city with his dinging bells,
but quietly he'll touch the wire, and smash
go the acid bottles in the ambushed anni
hilators; phizp quiz, fush-sh-sh, rushes
out the humid,; fire-destroying, life-preserv
ing vapor. The unseasonable fire surren
ders and goes ont Brit long ere this, the
solid man has rolled himself back into bed
again, tucked the blanket snug about his
chin and fallen asleep, blessing the best,
the very best, the Boston way of putting
out fires.
How to Smoke Meat
While much has been written on the
subject of preparing Meat in the best pos
sible manner for domestic purpose, prior to
placing it in the smoke house, but little or
nothing has been said of the manner of
smoking it. To appearance, it has been
taken for granted, that this process, (so
important in itself, and that it be done
with care) could ho performed by any one,
who knows enough to build a fire. Those
who have eaten bacon smoked as it should
he, and afterwards partaken of that which
has been scorched, heated burned to a
crust on the outside, as is too frequently
the case with the meat of many people,
will readily detect a remarkable difference.
We publised in the last Journal several
receipts for curing meat, prior to the smo
ing process; and we now present our rea
ders an article from the Cultivator, coin-
I ntunicated by a gentlemen who professes
to have some experience in the smoking of
meat. Ile says:—
"The process of smoking meat, should
never be left with those who have not a
faculty of exercising proper care and judg
ment in this business. It is not necessary
that the smoke be driven in, by heating
the smoke house like Nebuchaduezer's
furnace, seven times hotter than it ought
to be heated; a smoke sufficient to fill the'
space occupied by the Meat, is the great
desideratum. Log heaps, back-logs and
fore-sticks should be dispensed with, be
cause, after they get on fire, there will
be too great a degree of heat. And be
sides this, in wooden smoke houses, there
is a great danger of setting everything on
fire. Such instances I have known to oc
cur, and loss of meat was the consequer.ce.
~T he best, most effectual, cheapest and
neatest manner of smoking meat, that has
ever come under my observation, is to
place a shovel of live coals in an old pan,
or some low, dish, and lay on them a few
sugar maple chips. tiry ones are the
best, for it requires too much fire to use
green ones. No other wood will produce
so sweet smoke as sugar maple; and the
coals of other wood. In the absence of
chips, we use corncobs, which are nearly
as good„as obips. Three or four laid in a
few coals will produce smoke sufficient, to
fill any ordinary smoke house.
"As a substitude for a smoke house we
have been accustomed to use a molasses
hogshead, covered with boards on top; and
k . 90
fte ,•' MIL
a hole sawed in the side near the bottom,
large enough to admit a small pan of coals
with a cob or two, or a few small chip!.--
Thus we avoid all danger of seetting fire
to the smoke house, and consuming meat
and all; and our meat is not 'half baked;'
but presents a clean, copper colored ap
“Let those who have been accustomed
to smoke their meat over a log heap, adept
the mode of smoking it gently; and then
say which way is the beet. Truly yours,
Lake Ridge, Tompkins co., N. Y.
The Riches of Australia
The wonderful accoonts that continue to
arrive, from the far continent in the South
sea,of the inexhaustible wealth of the gold
mines lately discovered there, seem to throw
all previous American experience quite in
to the back ground. Similar causes pro
duce sinilar effects. The same scenes are
now being exhibited in Australia, though
on a much larger scale than were witness
ed in California some three years ago. So
ciety is once more reduced to its orignal
elements. Laborors arc leaving their em
ployers, servants are abandoning their
masters, villages and towns are becoming
depopulated by a general rush for the gold
A London correspondent writing from
Melbourne, states, as an example of the
change that is going on, that one of the
judges had been deserted by all his ser
vants--could not in consequence use his
carriage; that his aristocratic sons bad to
clean the knives, black their boots, and
were compelled to wheel their afflicted sire
to court in an invalid chair.
Men from the fields have acquired such
a superfluity of the mineral that five pound
notes are looked upon by them with almost
the same contempt that a aouthener looks
upon a norther's cent. One man, for in
stance put a five pound note between two
pieces of bread and butter, and ate it as a
Sandwich. Another rolled two such notes
into a small ball, and ate it as a pill
Another went into a confectioner's to eat a
few tarts put $2O and refused to take any
Another writer from the same place says
“he saw four men lifting a seaman's chest
into a dray half an hour ago, almost too
heavy for their united strength. This
chest contained the product of six week's
labor, and contained at least two hundred
pounds of gold. The banks and the post
office are working double hours; all Other
public departments are crippled for want of
hands; male servants are not to be bad,
even extravagant rates: women are 30t much
plentier. Marriages are now in high favor
—almost all the single men arrive from the
diggings with gold enough to maintain a
wife. So far, the abstraction of young wo
men from service is desirable, be the incon
venience what it may; but there are other
channels for expenditure where profligacy
and licentiousness are exhibited on a fear
ful scale, amid the riot of waste and prcdi
gality; enormous sums are squandered by
the diggers and their families. Every
Jack has Jill, and Jack has more money,
besides, than his master of the preceding
month.—Baltimore Times.
The Toting Giant of the West.
Six years ago lowa was organized as a
State with a population of only 90,000
yet now, according to the recent Message
of the Governor to the Legislature, it is
230,000; showitig a rate of increase alto
gether unparajleled. The Governor ex
presses the opinion that. emigration would
be promoted by the presence of 4i. Comniis
sioner of Emigration, under the appoint
ment of the State, to be located in New
York City. Such an appointment he ur
ges the Legislature to authorize, as Wis
consin has already done. A balance over
the expenses of the year, of $8,051 re
mains in the Treasury. The funded debt
of the State amounts to $81,795, of which
$26,795 are payable at the option of the
State; and all of this may be extinguished
by the balance of estimated resources for
the next two years, remaining over the es
timated expenses for that period. The
Governor insists upon the necessity of hav
ing an Attorney General, and of establish
ing a Land Office, which the last General
Assembly declined to do. The State Mili
tia has never been organized, and he con
siders it high time that it should be.—
Many amendments to existing laws aro cal
led for; but hasty legislation, long, wor
dy-acts and cotflicting laws are earnestly
deprecated. The Liquor Law is unsatis
factory. A system of restricted ,licenses
by the local authorities is recommended.
The Des Moines River improvement gets
on slowly, meeting with unexpected obsta
cles from the General Government. The
Governor has purchased $5OO worth. of
books for the State Library, as authorized.
He objects to the Free Banking system,
and urges the propriety of passing a law to
entirely prohibit the circulation of all bank
notes of a less denomination than ten dol
U' Push along, keep moving.
VOL. 18, NO. 5.
ifloutitte column.
Spring with breezes cool and thy,
Opened on a little fairy;
Ever restless, making merry,
She, with pouting lips of cherry,
Lisped the words the could not master,
Vexed that she might speak no faster--
Laughing, running, playing dancing ;
Mischief all her joys enchanting ;
Full of baby mirth and glee,
It was a joyous tight to see,
Sweet little Nell
Summer came, the green earth's,
Ripening the tufted clover—
Calling down the glittering showers,
Breathing on the buds and flowers
Rivaling young, pleasant May,
In a generous holiday !
Smallest insects hummed a tunc,
Through the blessed nights of June
And the maiden sang ~en song,
Through the day so bright and long—
Dear little ken,
Autumn came! the leaves were falling—
Death the little one was calling;
Pare and wan she grew, and weakly,
Bearing all her pains to meekly,
That to us she seemed still dearer
As the trial hour drew nearer;
But the left us, hopeless, lonely,
Watching by her semblance only ;
And a little grave they made her,
In (Lurch-yard cold they laid her—
Laid her softy-, (town to rest,
With a white rose on her breast !
Poor little Nell
How to make the Best of it,
Robinet, a very poor man, after a hard
day's work, was returning home with a bag
, let iri his hand. "What a delicious supper
I shall have !" said he to himself.
"This piece of kid, well stewed down,
.my onions sliced, thickened. with my
meal, and Seasoned with try salt and kepeer,
will make a dish fit for the governor. Then
I have a good piece of a barley loaf at home
to finish with. How I long to be at it !"
A noise in the hedge now attracted his
notice, and he spied a squirrel nimbLy.•run
sing up a tree, and popping into a hole ha l
tween the branches. "Ha !" thought be,
"what a nice present a nest of young squir
rels will be to my little nephew ! I'll try
if I can get it."
Upon this, he set down his basket in the
road, and begin to cliotb up the trot. -He
had half ascended, when, casting a look at
his basket, be saw a clog with his nose in
it, ferreting out the piece of kid's &eh.
He made all possible speed down; buttho
dog was too quick for him, and ran off with ,
the meat. in his mouth. Robinet looked
after him. "Well," said he, "then I must
be content with a soup without moat—and
no bad thing either."
He travelled on, and came to a little
public house by the road-side, where an ac
quaintance of hit was sitting.en a bench,
drinking beer. He invited Robinet to take
a draught. Robinet seated himself by bis
friend, and placed his basket on the bench
by him.
A tame raven, which was kept at th.
house, came slyly behind him, and, perch
ing on the basket, stole away the bag in
which the meal was tied up, and hopped
Off with it to his hole.
Robinet did not perceive the theft till he
had got on his way again. He turned to
search for his bag, but could hear
.no ti
dings of it. "Well," says he, "My soup
will be the thinner, but I will boil a slice
of bread with it, and that will do it some
good, at least."
He went on again, and arrived at a Hate
brook, over which was laid a narrow plank.
A young woman coming up, to pass at the
same time, Robinet offered her his hand.
As soon as she had got to the middle,
either through fear or sport she shrieked
out, and cried she was falling. Robiuet,
hastening to support her with his othei
hand, tat his basket drop into ths4itivam.
As soon as she was safe. oletr, he jumped
in and recovered: t ; but, when he took it
out, he,pereeired that all the salt was melt-,
ed, and the pepper washed away. Nothing
was now left but the onions.
""Well !" says Robinet,“then I must sup
to-night upon roasted onions and barley.
bread. Last night I had the bread alone. ,
To-morrow morning it will not signify what
I had." So saying, he trudged on, sing
' ing as before.
TRUST Ile GOD.— I oould write down
twenty cases says a pious man, when I
wished God, had done otherwise. that he
did: but which I now see, had I my own
will would have led to extensive mischief.
The life of a Christian is a life of paradox
ism. Ho may lay hold of God, he must
follow hard after him, he must determine
not to let him go. And yet yon must
1-arn to let God alone. Quietness before
God is one of the most difficult of all Ohne
tian graces; to sit where he places us, to
,be what he would have us be, sod this ao
long as hs n)eases.