J.tHnutiugb WILLIAM. G. WH ITTA BREW KER, STER,} EDITORS. SAM I cXcrtVottril. [Published by Request.] THE SHADOW IN THE VALLEY. .here's n mossy, shady valley Where the waters wind and flow, And the daisies sleep in winter 'Neath a coverlid of snow ; And violets, blue-eyed violets, Bloom in beauty in the spring, And the sunbeams kiss the wavelit, 'rill they seem to laugh and sing. I.lut in autumn, when the sunlight Crowns the cedar-covered kill, Shadows darken in the valley, Shadows ominous and still ; And the yellow leaves, like banners Of an elfin host that's fled, 'Tinged with gold and royal purple, Fluttered sadly overhead. And those shadows, gloomy shadows, Like dim phantoms on the ground, Stretch their dreamy length forever On a daisy covered mound ; And I loved her, yes, I loved her, But the angels loved her too, So she's sleeping in the valley, 'Neat!' the sky so bright and blue. And no slab of pallid marble Bears its white and ghostly head, 'Telling wanderers in the valley Of the virtues of the dead ; But a lily is her tombstone, And a dewdrop, pure and bright, is the epitaph of angels Wrote in stillness of the night. And I'm mournful, very mournful, For my soul dolls ever crave Fur the fading of the shadow;, From that littls woodland grave For the memory of the loved ono From my soul will never part, And those shadows in the valley I)im the StlllBlllllo of my heart. very earnestly into the fair sweet face.—' i "Twelve years ago, this very month," he ctori) for C: itb M.*/ said, in a voice deep, and yet tremulous wi.h feeling. "I stood here, leaning on this roiling, a dirty, ragged, little beggar.boy, Twelve years ago you placed the bright flowers in my hurls, and they made a new boy—ayerand they made man of me. too. Your face has been it liglr, nrenin, all along the dirk hours of my life, and this tiny that little beggar-boy can stand on the old place, and say to you, though he's an humble and hardworking man, yet, thank God, he's on honest one." Tear drops trembled like morning dew on the shining lashes of the lady, us she turned to her husband, who had joined her, and listened in absorbed astonishment to the workman's words. "God," she said, ..put it into my child•heart to do that little deed of kindness, and see now how great is the reward that Lie has given ine." And the setting sun poured a flood of rich purple light over the group that stood, there—over the workman in his blue over ails, over the lady with her golden hair, and over the proud looking gentleman at her side. Altogether, it was a picture for a painter, but the angels who looked down en it from heaven saw something more than a pietism there. C.OOD DXII4II4:sEAsoN. UT TIROINIA F. TOWNIEND. '•CGet away with ynu, you dirty old beg gar-boy. I'd lilt to know what right volts have to look over the fence at our flowers?" The speaker was a little boy, not mom than eleven yew, old, and though people ometimes called it handsome, his face looked very harsh and di.tagreetible just then. Ile stood in a benutiful garden. just in the suburbs of the city ; and it was June time, and the tulips were just opening themselves to the sunshine. Oh! it was a great joy to look at them as they bow.] gracefully to the light wind their necks of crimson, of yellow, and carnation The beds flunked either side of the path, that curved around a small arbor, where the young grope clusters that lay hidden among the large leaves wrote n beautiful prophe t y fur the autumn. A white I sling ran in front of the gar den, rind over this the little beggar-boy, so rudely addressed, was leaning. Ho was veil lean, very dirty, very raped, lam afraid, hula children, you would have tur ned sway in disgust from so repulsive a spectach•, and yet God and the angels lo ved btu, ! lie was looking, with all his soul in his eyes, on the beautiful blossoms, as they swayed to and fro in the summer wind, and his heart softened viiit• leaned on his arm on the fence railing. and forgot everything in that long, absorbed grze,— Ah ! it was seldom the beggar boy saw any thing good or beautiful, and it was sad his dream should have such a rude awaken ing. blood rushed up to his face, and a glance full of evil and defiance flished into his eyes. But before the boy could retort a little girl sprang out from the arbor, and looked eagerly from oae child to the other She was very fair, with soft, hazel eyes, over which drooped long, shining lashes. Rich curls hung over her bore, white shoul ders, and her lips were the color of the trimson tulip blossom. PLIow could you speak no cross to the toyallinton V. she asked, with a tone of reproach quivering through the sweetness of her voice 'Wm sure it doesn't do es any harm to have him look at the flowers as long as he wants to." ..Well, Helen," urged, the brother, slightly mollified, and slightly ashamed, '•I don't like to have beggars gaping over the fence. It looks so low," "Now, that's all a notion of yours, Hin ton. ('m sure, if the flowers can do any body any good, we ought to be very glad Little boy"--and the child turned to the beggar-boy, and addressed him as courte ously as though he had been a prince— ',l'll pick you souse of the tulips if you'll 50511 a In01111.m." '•lfelen, I do believe you're the funniest girl that ever lived !" ejactilatrd the child's brother, as he turned away, and with a low .vhietle sauntered down the path, feeling very uncomfortable—for her conduct was a stronger reproof to him than any words could have been. Helen plucked one of each specimen of the tulips, and there were a great variety of these, and gave them to the child. His face brightened as he received them, and thanked her. Oh ! the little girl had dropped a "pearl of great price" into the black, turbid bil lows of the boy 'a life, and the after-years should bring it up, beautiful and bright again. Twelve years had na.sed. The little blue-eyed girl had grown into a tall, grace fur woman. o.le bright June afternoon she walked with her husband through the I garden, for she was on a visit to her pa rents. The place was little changed, and the tulips had opened their lips had open ed their lids of crimson and gold to the sunshine, just as they had twelve years before. Suddenly they observed a young man in a workman's blue overalle, leaning over the fence, his eyes wandering eager ly from the beautiful flowers to herself. 11 e had a frank, pleasant countenance, and there was something in his manner that . interested the lady and gentleman. "Look here, Edward," she said, '4'll pluck him some of the flowers. It has al , ways pleased me to see people admiring them," and releasing her husband's arm, she approached the paling, saying—and • the smile round her lips was very like the old, child one—“ Are you fond of flowers, sir ? it will give me great pleasure to ga ther you some." The young workman looked a moment Crikatuting Go back ROA; you're too little to come. BY ELLEN LOUIS CHA NDLER. There were Hires ofus—Kate, Annette and tnysel—and we were going into the old wood to hunt for strawberries. Ott! it was such a delicious day in June. The birds sang till the uir was fairly vocal with their melody, and all the green trees nod ded their heads in approbation. The ve ry brook seemed to have caught the gene ral inspiration, and danced along the inea dotes, as if keeping time to a quickstep of the fairies Annette Somers and I had been invited to spend the hell-holiday with our school mate Kate Harrington. Deacon Harring ton's old fashioned, brown house fronted toward the South. Behind it stretched a brood, green meadow, and still farther back was a densely wooded acclivity,famous for flowers and berries in the geography of every child in Ryefield. I used to love to look at Deacon Harrington's old brown house, even in those early days, when I had not a well- lefined irlea of ar tistic taste in my curly head. I know now that it combined to an eminent degree the elements of the picturesque. The low roof which sloped backward nearly the ground, was gray with mose. Ivy crept about the windows, and over the rustic porch twined climbing roses, alt ug with heavy clusters of trumpet creeper. There was a rude seat at the doorway, made of the lithe boughs of the white birch, twisted together in fantastic fashion, and here grandmother Harrington was wont to sit, with her gray woollen knitting work. Oh ! what a treat we used to think it to " LIBERTY AND UNION, NOW HUNTINGDON, PA., WEDNESDAY, NOVEMBER 5, 1856. spend r half-holiday with Kate Harrington. glittering drops on the good man's cheeks. "I wish I were you, Kate," exclaimed The mother's great grief was nqt noisy. Annette, after we had spent half the long She quietly lifted her darling from the oed summer afternoon chasing butterflies, and I and sat down with her in her arms. Kate arranging a vegetable baby-house with hol- stood by, sobbing as if already the brand of lyhocks, for our ladies' parasols. and tea-: Cain were upon her brow pots manufactured out of veritable poppy- I 'Please, mamma;' said the little one at pods. "I wish I were you, and then I length—"am I big enough to go to Henv. could be happy all day long, with nothing I en 1" to trouble me." "Yes, darling" was the tearful answer. "You could, could you ?" and Kate's "Jesus loves little children " cheeks flushed, as she put away from "And. mamma, do you s'pose he'l for them her heavy bands of black hair—''you I give me far sitting down in the meadows think so, and that's all you know about at. to watch Kate, when you told me I must I have a thousand things to vex me.— not over stay there !" There's Rose, fir instance. Mother expects "Yes, my pet, the good Saviour will for me to be constantly taking care of her and give you for anything, if you are only oar she's the greatest little torment you ever' ry ; but Rosie doesn't want to go to saw. By the way, girls, let's start after Heaven, and leave mother does she I those strawberries in the wood, now she's "I helmd somebody say I must go, when out of sight for a minute, so she won't I was asleep. mother; a beautiful lady. tease to go with us !" 'with oh ! such white, shinieg wings, and We were just about half way across the she stretched Out her arms to take me but meadow, when we heard a sweet voice I I didn't go. I woke up just to kiss you crying : I and sister once more. Please kiss me, Ka "P'ease, sister Kate ; Rose wants to go tie, 'ittle Rose wont be naughty up in Hea i too." wen and I'll grew big before you come. Ka ' I turned round, I remember, and tho't ty, so I can play with you up there !" how beautiful was the little creature corn- There were tears, sighs, and a little cof ing toward us. She was very unlike her fi n . 'lute rosebud opened its petals on the ' sister Kate. Kate was n brunette, b u t the ; bosom of Jesus The little earth flower little white robed figure tripping across i was "big enough for Heaven !" the meadow had a pale, spiritual face, and' long curls of golden hair falling to her tiny waist. There was a flush on her cheek, and a look of eager, beseeching interest in her large, blue eyes.; and she stretched her , dimples arms toward us, and kept crying I in her earnestness : Pease, girls, wait for Rose." A look of vexation crossed Kate's face, and she called out in a tone of extreme ir ritability : "Go back, Rose, you're too little to come ! Go back! go back !" Kate always had a way of being minded, and the little ono put her fingers to her e) es, and silently iurned toward the house. We hurried on. in the direction of the wood, withoat giving a single glance back ward. I think Kate's conscience reprea cited her for her selfishness, and I know that my own pleasure was spoiled for the afternoon. We found plenty of strawber. ries red and ripe, nmong their bed of leaves There were little blue eyed blossoms, too, that kept reminding me of of Rosie, and I was not .sorry when the sunset shadows lengthened, and we turned to go home. We had gone down the hill out of the wood, and crossed several rods of the meadow-land, when Kate said. in hoarse whisper :—"See there, girls, what is that white thing by the brook ? Do you see it l" We saw it, and hurried toward it. It was Rose. At first we thought she was dead —Scarcely seemed the faintest breath to steal from her parted lips, and the pul satinns of her heart were so weak you could acarely feel them. She was in kind cf tranrmlike sleep. It was some lima before we succeeded in waking her, and then her limbs seemed chilled and stiffened by the subtle dampness of the meadow lend atmosphere. She could not stand. [low many times that afternoon the little darling had begged its to "make a chair" for her with our hands, and we had answered that we couldn't stop. We made on new. She twined her dimpled arms al•out our necks, and held on very tight, but she didn't speak, except mice, and then she only said. "Ain't I most big enough, sister Kate ?" Mrs. Harrington met us at the door with a wild look of alarm. "Good heav ens, Kate !" she exclaimed ; "what's the matter with Rose 1" Any taking her from our arms, she di covered that her clothes were almost ante rated with mois• Lure. 'Kate, child, why don't you speak ? Has Rose been in water?" "No, mains ; but she went into the meadow and got to sleep, and we found her there sleeping." "Oh, there were anxious hearts in Dea con Harrington's brown house that night. Very tenderly was the suffering little Rose cradled on her tnother's breast, but not once did she speak coherently. Her cle eat burned, and her eyes sparkled with fever ; her dimpled mans wore tmsed above her head and every little while, be tween her moans, she would stretch eta her hands toward some imaginary object and say : "Please, sister Kate, isn't Rose most big enough Three days passed—days of incessant watching and weariness. and toward eve ning the little Rose opened her blue eyes, after a restless slumber. She seemed much better, and the mother glanced hopefully up to the kind physician bending over her. "I cannot say she's better median. God knows I wish I could; but Rose must die lam midnight !" and the tears stood in INE AND INSEPARABLE. " 01artr Vits. VALUABLE RECIPES. 7'o Keep Flies from Meat—Rub the meat well with salt and then sink it at the bottom of a tub of water. It will be per. feetly safe from all flies. To Open a Drsk or Work box when the Key is Lost.—Take n good strong iron wedge or an old axe. Insert the edge at the side of the lock and strike it a few rig orous blows, when the desk or box will open without the aid of a key. To bloke Sponge Cake.—Get a nice piece of velvet sponge'lit the druggiste.— Cover it with a thin paste, and bake lightly fifteen minutes. Cut with a sharp knife and serve with cold water. To measure yourseU for a pair of sloes. —Let the cook make a large batch of dough of the best quality of flour. When this is properly made, put your foot in it and let it be placed in the oven a ith your foot until it is completely baked. The model thus left will be just the measure of your foot and an excellent guide for the shoemaker. THE WINE GLASS. Who hath woe? Who bath sorrow? Who hath contentions ? Who hath wounds without cause ? Who hath redness of eyes ? They that tarry long at the wine ! They that go to seek mixed wine; look not thou upon tho wine when it is i el when itgireth its colour in the CUP; When it Inuveth itself aright, At the last it biteth like a serpent, and dinged' like an adder. TWISTING A TWIST. Wllot It twister n twisting, will twist him n t wi•dt Far the twisting his twist, le three twines duth entwist ; But if one of the twines of the twist do untw . ta, The twine that untwisted!, hattwistesth the twist. Untwiseng the twine that untwisted between, He twirls with his twister the two in a twine ; Then twice having twist'd the twines of the twine He twisteth the twine he had twitted in twine. The twain that in twining before in the twine, As twins were intwisted, he now cloth entwine; 'l'wlwt the twain intertwisting a twine mitre he. tween, He, twirling his twister, makes a twist of the - - LITERARY MOSAIC. "Tho curlew tolls the knell of parting day, In every clime, front Lapland to Japan ; To fix one spark of beauty's heavenly ray, The proper study of mankind is man. Tell ! for you can, what is it to be wise, Sweet Auburn, loveliest, village of the plain? 'The man of Boss!' each lisping babe replies, And drags at each smote a length'ai eg chain Ali I who can tell how hard it is to climb Far as the solar walk or milky way Procrastination is the thief of maw, Let Hercules himself do what he may. 'Tie education forms the conimon mind, The *net of reason aid the flow of soul; I must be cruel only to be kind, And wafts sigh from Indus to the polo. Syphax I joy to meet thee thus 011)00. Where'er I roam, whotener lands I see ; A youth to fortune and to fame unknown, In maiden meditation fancy free. Farewell I and wheresne'er thy voice be tried, Why to you mountain turns the gazing eye, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side, That teach the rustic moralist to die. Pity the sorrows of a poor old man, Whose beard descending swept his aged breast Laugh whore we must be candid where we con, Man never is, but always to be blest." U ,O'UXULiL ntlistellaug. Varietli's the reel, vier of I.( le. E @ IEI in v'z.v:7; -o- A THRILLING STORY OF FACT. -0-- Our noble ship lay at anchor in the bay of Tangier, a fortified n w the extreme northwest of Africa. The day had been extremely mild, with a gentle rind sweep- ing to the northward and westward, but, towards the close of the afternoon, th. sea ! breezes d away, and one of those sultry oven•l4ce breathings came from the great sunburt Sahara. Half an hour belote sun down, the captain gave the order to ,the boatswain to call the hand to go in swim thing, and in less thin five minutes the forms of our tars were seen leaping from the gangways, the ports, the rettings, the bowsprit, and some of the more venturous t iolc their leap from the arms of lower ! yard. One of the studding sails had been lowered into the water, with its corners suspended from the main yard arm and the swinging boom, and into this the swim• mers made their way, Among those, who seemed to be enjoy ing the sport most heartily, were two of the boys, Tim Wallace and Fred Fair banks, the latter of whom was the son of our old gunner, and in a laughing mood, they started out from the scudding sail on race. There was a loud ringing shout of joy on their lips as they put off, and they started through the water like fishes. The surface of the sea was as smooth as glass, though its bosom rose in long and heavy swells that set in from the Atlantic. 'l•he vessel was moored, with a long sweep from both cables, and the buoy on the star board anchor was far away on the star board quarter, where it rose and fe I with the swells like a drunken man. Towards the buoy the leis made their way, Fred Fairbanks taking ttre lead, but when they were within twenty or thirty fathoms of the buoy, Tim shot ahead and promised to win the race. The old gun. nor watched the progress of his son with a vast deal of pride, and when ho saw him drop behind, he leaped upon the poop. and was on the point of urging him on by a shout, when a cry reached him that made him start as if he had been struck by a cannon ball. shark ! a shark !" came from the captain of the forecastle, and at the sound of the terrible words the men who were in the water leaped and plunged towards the ship. Right abeam, at the distance of three or four cables' length, a shark wake was seen in the water, where the back of the mon ster was visible. His course was for the boys. Fo• a moment the gunn..r stood like one bereft of sense, but on the next, he shouted at the top of his voice for the boys to turn, but the little follows heard him not. I. 4 toutly the two swimmers strove for the goal, all unconscious of the fearful death spirit that hovered so near them.— Their merry laugh still rang ni.t over the ranters, and at length they both touched the buoy together. Oh ! what drops of agony started from she brow of our old gunner A boat had put oir, but Fairbanks knew that it could not reach them in sea-on, and every too ment he expected to see the monster sink from sight, and then he knew that all hope would be gone. At that moment a cry reached the ship that went through every heart like a stream of fire—the boys had discovered their ene my ! The cry started old Fairbanks to his senses, and quicker than thought, he sprang to the quarter deck. The guns were all loaded and shotted fore and aft, and none knew their temper better than he. With a steady hand, made strong by a sudden hope, the old gunnner seized a printing-wire and picked the cartridge of one of the quarter guns—then he took from his pocket a percussion wafer, and set in , its place, and set back the hamster of the I patent lock. With a steady giant strength the old man swayed the breach of his hea vy gun to its bearing, arid then, seizing the string lock, he stood back and watched for the next swell that would bring the shark in range tie had aimed the piece some distance of his mat k, but yet a single moment would settle his hopes and fears. Every breaths was hushed, and every heart in that old ship beat painfully. The boat was yet some distance from the boys, whilst the horrible sea monster was fearful ly near. Suddenly, the air was awoke by the roar of a heavy gun, and as the old man knetv his ;hot was gone, he sank back on the combing of the hatch, and co vered his face with his hands, as if afraid to see the result of his efforts, for if be had failed be knew that the key was lost, For a moment after the report of the gun j Spanish Atrocities in Holland. had died away upon the air, there was a In the year 1517, Philip the Second of dead sal, nee, but as the smoke arose from ! Spain. sent the Duke of Alva with an or. the surface of the water, there was at first my of 10,000 men to reduce the low a low murmur breaking from the lips of Countries then in a state of revolt. He the men ; that murmur grew louder and was successful, and soon re established the stronger, until it swelled to a joyous deaf Spanish rule Then commenc el a reit of ening shout. The old gunner sprang to cruelties unparalelled in the history of the his feet and gazed out upon the water, and world. The tens of thousands in these the first thing that met his vi.'w was the miserable provinces who fell victims the huge carcass of the shark, floating with his gallows, the sword the stake, the I vie g belly up, a mangled mass. grave or to living banishment, have never In a few moments the boat reached the been counted; for those math tics of bar citin , swimmers, and half dead with ! barity are often effaced from human record fright, they brought on board. The old No mole in which human beings have ev man clasped his boy in his arms, and then, er caused their fellow creatures to ••tif overcome by the powerful excitement, he fee was omitted from daily practice leaned upon the gun for support, I have Men, women, and children, old end yenta.... seen men in all the phases of excitement n ,hles and paupers, opulent burgher' • and suspense, but never have I seen three pital patients. lunatic a dead edie. , us 2 hundred flirt beings more overcome by were indiscriminately made to thrilling ettlMns, than on that eventful food for the scaffold and the stake. Mass moment, when they first knew the effect were burned, beheaded, hanged by of our gunner's shot,—Journal o/ an Ea-1 neck and by the legs, burned before a slow g isle Naval Officer, fire, pinched to death with red-hot tongs, •-- • - ! broken upon the wheel, starved and flay- Besides the countless varieties of the Scenes on the Ocean Floor. ed alive. Their skins stripped from the living laucus, the bottom of the sea is overgrowning body, were stretched upon drums to with the culled, deep purple leaves of the be beaten in the match of their brethren sea lettue, with large porous lichens, and to the gallows. The bodies of many who many branched, hollow alga', full of life had died a natural death were exhumed, and their festering remains hanged upon and !notion in their retry little blarldera, thickly set with ever moving tiny arms. I a gibbit on pretext that they had died without receiving the sncrament, but These plants from sub mar , ene forests, • it growing:one into another, in apparently reality that their property might become lawless order ; here interlacing their bran. the legitimate prey of the treasury. Mars tinges of long standing were di,solved b., ches, there forming bowers and long ave. order - of the Government, that rich heirs nues ; at one time thriving abundantly. till esses might be married against their the thicket seems impenetrable, and then nth . to foreigners whom they abhorred. IVo again leaving large openings between men and children were executed fe , the world and world, where smaller plants crime of assisting their fug live husbands form a beautiful pink turf. There a thou. land parents with a penny in their utmost send hues and tinges shine and glitter, is h n each changing light. In the indulgence need, and even for consoling them wit of their luxurious growth, the fuel espe• letter in their exile. Such was the rse lag course of affairs as administered ,y cattily scent to gratify every whim and the Blood.clouncil. 'rho additional' '.at freak. Creeping close to the ground, er sending long stretched arms, crowned with barites committed amid the sack and rasa of those blazing and starving cities an al waving plumes up to the blessed light of . heaven, they form pale green sea groves beyond belief; unborn infants era where there is neither moon nor stars, or torn front the living bodies of their a oth rise up nearer the surface, to be transcend i crs; women and children Were misted ently rich and gorgeous in bright green by thousands; and whole populations gold and purple. And, through this burned and hacked to pieces by soldiers dream-like scene, playing in all the colors ingenuity, could devise. n every mode which cruelty, in its wan• of the rainbow, and deep under the hol- ton low briny ocean, there sails and chases each other merrily, gaily painted molluks The Muses. , The Muses are described in elytholo and bright, shining fishes. Snails of ev gy as daughters of Jupiter Mnemosyne. ery shape creep slowly along the streams, They were believed to preside over mu. while huge, gray haired seals hang with sic, and all the liberal arts and seiences, their enormous tusks on large tall trees. and were generally allowed to be nine in There is the gigantic dugong, the syren number. Calliope presided over epic po• of the ancients, the side long shark with sty and eloquence, and is represented as his leaden eyes, the thick haired sea-loop- balding a loose rolled parchment, and ard, arid sluggish turtle. Look how these sometimes a trumpet. Clio wen the god" strangeshaped forms, which ever 'wen . dess of history, and is represented hold• their dreamless sleep, far down in the ing a half open scroll. Melpomene, the gloomy deep, stir themselves from time inventor and goddess of tragedy, is rep loser-lied us holding a tragic mask or bowl to time! See how they drive each other from thir rich pastures, how they awaken and dagger Eratio presided over lyric, in the storms, rising like islands from be tender, and amorous poetry. Sne is rep. neath, and snorting through the angry resented as crowned with roses and myr ' spray ! Perhaps they gaze peacefully in tle, holding a lyre in her hand. Terps:- the unbroken cool of the ocean's deep bed, chore was the goddess of dancing, and is when lo ! a hungry shark comes slily, si lently around that grove; its glassy eyes represented crowned with laurel and hot. shine ghost like with a yellow sheen, and ding a musical instrument. Urania, the seek their prey. The sea dog first be- muse of astronomy, is lepresenta des hold. comes aware of the proximity of his dread- tug a globe and a rod, nith which she ed enemy, and seeks refuge in the thick points out objects. Thalia woe the pa est recesses of the focus forest. The oys• troness of comedy. She WU called ..The ter closes its shell with a clap, and throws i self into the deep hollow 1 the turtle blooming one," with fair flowing haw. ntz.i conceals its head and feet under its im pen- generally li Ids a comic mask. etrable armor, and disappear. slowly down- Polymnia, the ninth muse, presided 0 , ward ; the playful little fish disappears in singing and rhetoric. She was represer. the branches of the maoocytis : lobsters hide under the thick, clumsily shaper ted nailed in white, holding a scepter i: rusts, and the young walrus alone turns her lea hand, and with her right raise baldly round and faces the intruder with j as if ready to harrangue. his sharp pointed teeth. The shark seeks I Do GVOlL—'TOusands of men breathe, to gain bi; unprotected side. The battle commences both seek the forest; their 1 'nave i fins tecome entangled in the closely inter , and live—puss off the stage of life, woven branches; at last the more agile and are heard of no more. Why ? They shark succeeds in wounding his adversa- do not a particle of good in the world, and ry's side. Despairing of life the bleeding nono were blessed by them, none could walrus tries to conceal his last agony in point to them as the instrument of their the woods, but blided by pain and blood, redemption; not a word they spoke oeuld he fastens himself among the branches, and soon falls an easy prey to the shark, be recalled, and they perished ; their light who greedily devours him. went out in darknest. and they were not remembered more than the insect of yea- How the President is Elected• t e• rday. Will you thus live and die, oh In-lead of voting directly for President and Vico Pre-ident, as for other public offi- man immortal ? Live for something.— ce rs, the citizens of each of the United Do good, and leave behind you a monu.....:it St tes vote for electors, who meet and cast of virtue that the storm of time -^n nev, r toe vote of their respective States. I ' 6 destroy. Write your name iu .. ••e_ +, whole number of electoral votes is t"9ii, love and mercy on the hearts of thrusunds di-tributed as follows : Maine 8, New who come in contact with you year by Hampshire 5, Vermont 5, Massachusetts 13, Rhode Island 4, Connecticut 6, New year ; you will never be forgotten. No, York 35, New J erse y 7. Pennsylvania 27, your name, your deeds, will be us eligible Delawar 3, Maryland 8, Virginia 15, Nth on the hearts yeu leave behind, c•• the Carolina 10, South Carolina 8, George' 10, stars on the brow of evening. Good eh ads Florida iana 3 .l, , e tl s ab i a . tp r a e l , 4 , , ,i =s e isgp K i , 7 .. , t L ti o ck ui ; ivill shine as the stars of heaven.—Anteri. 12, Missouri 3, Arkansas 4, Ohio 23, Indi- ran ,ilgriculturest. ana 13, Illinois 11, Michigan 6, Wisconsin 5, lowa 4, California 4. In case no candi- .. Nlith .„ hum° i , iuti v '' , date is elected by the electoral college, the lien: dwell the tnultrtl i . ' ;we ;;u° around, election is made by the blouse of Repre • We read their monuments, we sit,, and chile sentntivcs,each State casting it sing;.: vote.. tv, 410, we shit.- VOL. XXI. NO. 45