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WILLIAM.
G. WH ITTA BREW
KER, STER,} EDITORS.
SAM
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[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
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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
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A THRILLING STORY OF FACT.
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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.-
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