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WILLIAM BREWSTE RP} EDITORS.
SAM. G. WHITTAKER,
Viactrg.
MINI SLEEPING DEAD.
BY B. W. LONGFELLOW.
When the hours of day are numbered,
And the voices of the night
Wake the better saul that slumbered, •
Ton holy, calm delight ;
lire the eviMing lamps are lighted,
And, like phantoms grim and tall,
ahadow•s from the fitful firelight
Dance upon the parlor wall ;
Then the forms of the departed
Enter at the open door ;
The beloved, the true•hearted,
Come to visit me once more,
He, the young and strong, who cherished,
Noble longings for the strife,
By the roadside fell and perished,
Weary with the march of life!
They, the bole ones and weakly,
Who the cross of suffering bore,
Folded their paie hands so meekly,
Spoke with us on earth no more I
And with theta, the being beauteous,
Who unto my youth was given,
More than all things else that love me,
And is now a saint in Heaven.
With a slow and noiseless footstep,
Comes that messenger divine,—
• Takes the vacant chair beside me,
Lays her gentle hand in mine.
And she site nod gazes at me,
With those deep and tender eyes;
Like the stare so still and - saint•like,
Looking downward from the skies.
Uttered not, yet comprehended,
le the spirit's voiceless prayer,
tbsft rebukes in blessings ended,
Breathing from her lips of air.
tih ! %lung!) oft depresmd and lonely,
All my fears are laid niide,
LEI but remember only
Such as these have lived and died!
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My uncle Beagly, whocointneticTullis I
tommereatt career very early 'hi tits: inca•
ant century as n bagman, will tell stories..!'
Among them, be tells his single Ghost Sto
ry so often. that I am heartily tired of it. i
In self defence, therefore, I publish the
ode in order that when next the good,,
I lad old gentloton n offers to Lore us with
it, everybody may say they know it. I
remember every word of it.
One fine autumn evening, about forty ;
years ago, I was traveling on horseback
from echrewsbury to Chester. I felt tol
erably tired, and beginning to look out for
some snug way side inn, where I might
pass the night, when it sudden and violent
thunder storm carne on. My horse, terri
fied by the lightning, fairly ook the bridle
between his teeth, and started oil with mo ;
at, full gallop through the lanes and cross
rends, until at length I managed to pull
Lim up just near the door of a neat look.
ing country ion. ''Well," thought Ito
soyself "there was wit in your !tininess, I
old boy, since it brought us to this comfort
able refuge."
Arid alighting, I gave him in charge to
the farmer boy, who acted us ostler. '1 he
inn-kitchen which was also the guest
room was large, clean neat and comfortable
very like the pleasant hostlery described
by Isaac Walton. There were several
travelers already in the room—probably
like myself, driven there for shelter—and
they were all warming themselves by the
blazing. fire while waiting for supper. I
joined the party, Presently, being sum.'
morel by the hostess, we all sat down
twelve in number, to a smoking repast . of
bacon and eggs, corned beef and carrots,
and stewed hare.
The conversation naturally turned on the
mishaps occasioned by the storm, of which
every one seemed to have his full share.
One had been thrown off his horse; anoth.
or, driving in a gig, had been upset in a
muddy dyke ; all had got a thorough wet
ting and agreed unanimously that it was
dreadful weather —a regular witches' Sab.
bath.
.Witches and ghosts prefer for their Sab-
bath a fine Moonlight night to such weather
as this!'
These words were uttered with a solemn
tone, and with strange emphasis by one of
company. He was a dark-looking man;
and 1 had set him down in my mind as a
travelling merchant or pedlar. My next
was a gay well looking fashionable young
man, who bursting into a peal of laughter,
said :
'You must know the manners and cue•
toms of ghosts very well, to be able to
tell that they dislike getting wet or mud
dy.'
The lint speaker, giving him a dark,
tierce look said :
'Young man speak not so lightly of
things above your comprehension.'
'Do you mean to imply that there are
such things as•ghosts?'
'Perhaps there aro, if you had the cour
age to look at them.'
The young man stood up, flushed with
' anger. But presently resuming his seat,
he said calmly :
'That taunt should cost you dear, if it
were not a foolish one.'
'A foolish one !' exclaimed the merchant
throwing on the table a heavy leather
purse: 'There are fifty guineas. lam
content to lose them, if, before the hour is
ended, I do not succeed in showing you,
who are so obstinately prejudiced, the I
form of my one of your deceased friends;
and after you have recognized him you
allow him to kiss your lips.'
We all looked at each other but my
young neighbor, still in the same mocking
manner, replied :
'You will do that, will you ?'
'Yes,' said the other--4 will stake
these fifty guineas, on condition, that you i
will pay a similar aunt if you lose."
After a short silence, the young man
said, gaily
'Fifty guineas, my worthy sorcerer, are
snore than a poor collage sizar ever pos
sessed; but here are five, which, if you
are satisfied, I shall be most willing to wa
ger.'
The other took up his purse' saying in'
a contemptuous tone .
'Young gentleman ; you wish to draw
back ?'
I draw back!' exclained the student.—
'Well if I had sixty guinea, you should
see whether I wish to draw buck !'
•Elere:' said I, 'are four guineas, which
I will stake on your wager."
No sooner had I made this proposition
than the rest of the company Lammed by
the singularity of the aflitir came forward
to lay down their money; and in a min
ute or two the fifty guineas were subscri
bed. .I'be merchant appeared so sure of
winning. that he placed all the mat 0., in
the student's hands and prepared for his
• „, far the Dui
a small summerhouse in the
. garden. per
fectly insolated, and having no means of
exit but a window and a door, which we
carefully fasted, after placing the young
man within. We put writing materials
on a table in the summer house, and took
away the candles. We remained outside
with the pedlar among us. In a low sol
emn voice he began to chant the following
lines :
"nut riseth slow from the ocean caves
And the stormy surf?
Thu phanton pale seta his blackened foot
On the fresh greenqurf."
Then raising his voice solemnly, he
said :
'You asked to eoe your friend Francis
Villiers, who was drowned three years ago
ofl the coast of South America—what do
you see ?'
see,' replied the student, 'a white
light raising near the window ; but it has
no form ; it is like an uncertain cloud.'
We—the spectators--remained pro
foundly silent.
"Are you afraid; asked the merchant
in a loud voice.
am not,' replied the student firmly.
After a moniont's silence, the pedlar
stamped three times on the ground and
sang:
"And the phantom white, whose cold clay face
Was once so fair
Dries with his shroud his clinging vest
And his eea tossed hair.'
Once more the solemn question :
'You, who would see revealed the mys
teries of the tomb—what do you see
now ?'
Then student answered in a calm voice,
hut like that of a man describing things as
they passed before hint :
see the cloud taking the form of a
long veil—it stands still !
"Are you afraid ?'
•
am not!'
We looked at each other in horror-strick
en silence, while the merchant, raising his
arms above his head, chanted in a sepul
chral voice
'And the phantom said, as ho rose from the
wave,
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He shall know me in his Booth I
I will go to my friend, gay smiling and fond;
As in our first youth l'
'What do you see 1' said he,
'I see the phantom advance; he lifts
his veil—'tis Francis Vi Iliers„ he ap-
proaches the table, ho writes his sig•
nature
, Are you afraid 1'
A fearful tnomtut of silence; then the
student replied, but in an altered voice :
I am
With strong and frantic gestures the
merchant then sung :
And the phantom said to the mocking 'Jeer,
I come from the South
Put thy hand on; my hand—thy heart ou my
heart--
Thy mouth ou my mouth'
" LIBERTY AND UNION, NOW AND FOREVER, ONE AND INSEPARABLE. "
} - 117 e NTINGDON, PA., WEDNESDAY, JULY 15, 1857.
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.What do you see V
, He comes—he approaches me—h,
pursues me—he is stretching out his arms
.—he will have me ! Help ! help! Save
me!'
'Are you afraid now!' asked the mer
chant in a mocking voice.
A piereing cry and then a stifled groan
were the only reply of this terrible ques
tion.
'Help that rash youth,' said the mer
chant, bitterly, 'I have, I think, won the
wager; but it is sufficient for me to have
given h,m a lesson. Let him keep his
money and be wiser for the !were.'
He walked quietly away. We opened
the door of the house, and found the stu•
dent in convulsions. A paper signed
'Francis Villiers,' was on the table As
scion as the student's senses were restored
he asked vehemently where was the vile
sorcerer who had submentally subject
ed him to such horrible ordeal—he would
kill him ! lie sought him throughout the
inn in vain; then, with the speed of a
madman, he dashed off across the fields in
pursuit of him—and we never saw either
of them again, That children is my
Ghost story !
'And how is it, uncle, that after that,
you don't believe .n ghosts ?' said I the
first time I heard it.
'Because, my boy,' replied my uncle
neither the student nor the merchant ever
returned; and the forty•five guineas, bo.
longing to tne and the travelers, continued
equally Invisible. Those two swindlers car
ried them otl, after having acted a farce,
which we, like ntntries believed to be
real.'
ç na.l+
For the Iluntingtlon Journal.
Essns. EDITORS
In looking over the Globe of the 17th,
I atm tin article to lien from the Now York
Day 8....di, the editor of which has depict.
ed his portr..i, tire it the huPs of - deep darn
nation's dark domain. Ili• is but a "stool
rigettn" for the S.,art, i.t.. •
o‘...harn filS
words are like the fallowing . 'Do you
believe that the great God nod father of its
all, is weer to day than he was six thou•
sand years ago ?" 1 answer that he in the
same God to day, he was front the Crentmn
and foundation of the world. Again the
demon of the South says, "Do you believe
that God did not pronounce the g rent
. pidg-
mem upon Ilain and his descendants, that
it 'servant of servants shall thy seed be on
the earth forever 1'" Now you will find
in the Holy Book of God, in the IX chap •
of Genesis. these words :.. , And the sons
of Noah that went forth nut of the ark,
were Slum, [ . lam and Jnpheth ;" mark ye,
'and Ham is the father of Canaan.' And
Noah began to be a husbandman and plan
' ted a vineyard, and drank of the wine,
and was drunken, and was uncovered with•
in his tent. And Ham, the father of Ca•
naan, saw the nakedness of his rather, and
told his two brethren without. And them
and Japheth took a garment and laid it
upon both their shoulders, and went back
ward and covered the nakedness of their
father. And their faces were backward
and they saw not their father's nakedness
And Noah awoke (torn his dtunkenness
and knew what his younger son had done
unto him and he said, .curse 1 be Casaaa,
a servant of servants shall he be unto his
brethren." Now this is the soul driver's
hold. For God did not put the curse on
Ham. No ; the curse was put upon Ham
by his father, Noah, and I ask, can you
prove Hain to be red, black or white Can
any one prove by Scripture that we ars the
nation that bears the curse of Canaan?
Prove it. And again, the demon of the
South says in his paper, 'Do you know
that the law in every Southern State pun
ishes any white man with death who inur•
ders a slave ? Oh ! what an untruth I
ask how many poor slaves, who are whipt
to death, die at your feet It has not been
but very little over eight months ago. when
at or ou the top of one of your ball,a-boxes,
in the State of North Carolina, at the town
In America the cry is 'we have ..he ;
Africans among us. and how can we get
rid of them!' Alas! we have tulerated
the crime and I:ow can we cease to sin in
this direction. May we not say we have •
the whites !Wrong us, and shall tve get rid
of them ? We have submitted to bondag e ,
and how shall we regain our freedom.? I
ask the South, have you any better claim
to the air or the soil of America. than the
Africans? Or, have you a charter from ,
God, which secures it to the exclusion of
others of a different complexion or of dif
ferent featutes ? Are the Africans and
the whites of different families 1 Did
Christ come into the world as a Savior of
a part or of all Did he cover with his
wing the white and delicate slave-holder,
and exclude the poor dark and toil-worn
slave? Are those not damned, past all re
demption, who have not the particular col
or? Is there any more resemblance be
tween him and a bloated, inflated, proud,
overbearing nod rioting slave-holder, than
between him and a poor persecuted slave?
"A day, an hour of virtuous liberty,
Is worth a whale eternity of bondage."
W ben a nation is at peace, that one
man, or a body of men in that nation, she'd
hold another in slavery, by plundering
him of his rights, and exercising an un
controlled authority over him, is the great
est tyranny that a man can exercise, the
grratest crime against uuture, the greatest.
of Curritimk, when on going to •sello. ' outrage against Gad. It is a tyranny that
young married woman the age of 22 years no sophistry can palliate—an outrage that
with an infant on her breast, the blood- no reason can justify—a crime which no
thirsty brutes began . examining her limbs necessity can absolve. Every individual
(naked) and becaase her owner, who .of the whole human family, of Whatever
was her lather, could not do as he wished form or complexion, in whatever cliMe ht's
with her, cut her until her bowels fell up- lot may be cast front the poles to the equa
on the earih, and her babe was trampled tor, is born with certain and equal rights;
under their feel and expired in a few sec- springing and necessarily arising out of
owls. %A ell, what was done with him? ditties, and with certain and equal privtle-
Taken before the Court arid pronounced ges to exercise. Those rights is order to
drunk and excited mail he did not know answer the Ind for which lie was created.
what he was doing. Thu Court dischar- .111 men 'were created pursue their own
ged him ! Bone of his bone, and flesh of happiness. Slavery counteracts this par.
his flesh; his own dear child ! Like cer- SOIL All men were created free agents.
taro ones in tins town if we will only look Slavery destroys free agency, by making
back to their ancestors, they will find that it the fated machine of a usurped and tin.
some of the sable-colored ones are connec. natural power. On free agency depends
ted with their blood; and this is the, class the whole doctrine of rewards and punish
that despittes our race the most. I thank inents. Is not Slavery a direct rebellion
God that lam one of the descendants of against the decrees of Heaven,' The an•
Ethiopia. • gel of purity and innocence will plead the
I ask the question did not God, the same cause of the oppressed, and those in the !
God, (there is but one God, the father of bundage of tyrants and slave.holders,
us all,) did Le not make the black man us trumpet-tongued. at the bar of Eternal
well as the white? Is he not a rational Justice ; thi-re mill be a judgment, just, !
being? I answer yes. All we want is a though awful, to rioters on human privile
chance, and we, as a people, will come up ges. and the pirates of human rights.
and be men (or man. "To stroke the prickly grievance, and to hang,
The slave driver says again. "Do you
Ills thorns with streamers of eternal pause.'
, lam sorry to say that this Government
! not believe that the 400,000 eAslaves at
the South are more happy, better civilized. has become more subtle, but little impro
ved. It is gilded with show on its back—'
better fed, and better clad than any 400,000
it has a musical rattle on its tail, but an en
of their race inhabiting the earth ? I an
venomed hag in its mouth. It will s:ing
steer no. is one of Satan's lies ?
with Slavery, while it rattles Liberty. I
Who ever heard of the like Their feed•
have known the time when editors would
ing consists of three pints of corn meal pee
have scorned at such low and filthy slang
day, meat once a day, and very little then,
as
e Globe published, taken from the
scmetimes a bowl of milk, but :nostly
wa. New York Day Book. It is well known
ter. Now, as to their civilization. What ! that there were not three words of truth
is a being without education ? What kind ,
in the whole. Abase lie from beginning
of beings are they? To you I speak.
to end. It is anxiously hoped that truth
They may be compared to the four•looted,
will triumph over error, and that true re-
long tailed animals that roam over the :
ligion and universal liberty will walls
Laud To manacle the sons and daughters
band in hand over all the regions of the
of Ethiopia! You Southern people know
earth. With this hope beatingin my breast
that it is a very heavy penalty for any
close on slavery.
person to be caught instructing or clothing.. Truth divine fereverstunds secure,
one of your staves. I know your feelings. Its head as guarded as its base is sure,
_ .
The Southerner, (I mean the demon,) Fixed on the Hood of endless years,
sap, ‘•Do you not believe there is suiii• ;1 pillar ol'the etcraul plan appears,
[1 : e "
cient work for philanthropy among the Built by that Architect who built the skies."
outcasts of New York city, and those nig- ! Yours, very truly,
gers of Canada, without going mad about T. V. CHAPLIN,
colored persons so Jar from home ?" ! Huntingdon, July 8., 1857.
Oh! the w•on
Canada ! That God•
blesi - ed country where the friends of hu
inanity open their doors. The word Ca. l
o,cfh ; how sweet it sounds to my oar.
ask the South, do you love that word Ca
nada ? And oh ! the underground rail
road ! what a pleasant road; all strewed
with flowers! where the poor toil worn'
slave rides at his ease. The locomotive •
blows, and no he blues the words are heard
to echo Lack in the wafiltig wind, “b'ree,
free, fr..einan.': I ask the South, how do
is e tuffs tlreW
it is sure and strathi. Ber . ties are made
of solid jock, and her rails never break.
'l'he locomotive's motto is , Onward."—
AIM when they arrive at the blessed shores
of Canada, 1 will compare those emigrants
to a ship. at sea, Life is the ocean, the
body the hull, and their souls are the cargo;
the affections are their soils, pmsions their
wind, comeience their compass, and reason
their helm, hope their anchor, and happi
' :less their port. Canada ! Great Britain
the home of the free ! ! L. t your language
be like this
"1 dare do all that may become a man ;
Who dare do more is none."
Dis Ctilanß.
Old Mammy Milady's Experience.
Tne old .Mammy's was one of a number
of very curious experiences at a meeting
in the backwoods some nine since. In
or 'er to understand it properly. it is no
ceseary to remark that the old crone had
two tones of voice, so distinct and dissimi
lar 014 it seemed Ott tinge that thi-y should
each proce,l from the same talking op.
tone, rather plaintive than otherwise; the
other was coarse, rough and sharp, expres
sive of energy and determination. That
part of the experience in Roman letter
was delivered in the first or .caritant' voice;
ti,, other in the midi coarse briny. The
meeting being in order, Old Mammy re
lates the following:
, When I inns very mien, I wit I. ft a
poor lone, die , solate orphan in the world !
I had no relations or friends to keen her
me, and had to live about front house to
house, jilt what. the !sizes would let me
stay : Arter a while I grew up and mar
ried a mon that was mighty kind and
good to me T thought then that I had
seen tremble and in this world, and would
be happy the lyila,ce of my dove. But
ho wasn't spared .lon4 to no and I wns
left a poor .issolate welder! lie that had
promised afore the altar of God to love
cherish and protect nw, hnd gone nod
me. and I was in a worse condition than
was before, (or I had a child then to take
care of as well as myself. For you know
that when women git married, they ere
such cussed fools they will have children
somehow.
I had a bard time of it, to git along
in the world, for I was a poor, lone, disco
late widder ! And then I had no more
sense nor to marry old Holloway!
I thought then I'd see some peace and
happiness in the world ; but my tri
als and triberlattOns jist then began, for I
soon had a house fullof children, and they
were mighty noisy and sassy, and vexed
me puny nigh to death ! And then to
mead the matter, old Holloway, he went
off and left use.
Then I thought I'd look to the Lord for
consolation and support ! 1 thought I'd
pray to the Lord to help me bar up onder
my trials and triberlations. But the chil
dren kept up such d-1 of a confusion
about the house I couldn't pray thar !
So I thought I'd go out into the silent
groves, andpour out my soul in silent pray
er. And jilt down at the edge of the over
flow, thur was party little grove of hack-
le berry hushes, the leaves was very thick
and I thought nobody could sec and hear
me but the Lord! But I didn't git more
than half way to the thicket afore I got
skeered and rail back agin ! But I moughti
ktiowed nuthin wasn't gwine to katch
me. Well the next day I thought I'd go
and try it again, But I was such a fool I
run back 'again. _
l ' eoncluded at lust I would go
and Fray, and if the devil koched ow, he
should ketch me a prayin'! But I knowed
that !
Well I got to the thicket eller se long a
time, and I neeled down and begun a
prayin' to the Lord to have mercy upon
my poor soul, and all at mast I heard n t Organ Grinding.
voice, and it seemed to say. 'The wind llohnes, the 'wet, writing of the old style ce
organ-grinders, who used to Mkt 11 , 8 servos
bloweth whar it listeneth, and ye beer the
sounds threof, but kinnot tell whence it says in his inimitable style
conies from and where it goes to; so is!
ene borne'd of the spirit !' Now I don't
know whether them's the words, 'sally or
not, but sumthin' putty much like it ! but
indeed. I did see the huckleberry bushes
shaken' a little V
You think they are crusaders, sent
From some infernal clime,
To pick the eyes of Sentiment,
And dock the talc of Rhyme,
To crack the voice of Melody,
An, br.sdi the legs of Time,
Out hark the air again is still.
Thu music all in ground,
Water Bright Beautiful Water. ,
And silen ce , l• " pouhice Wrier! oh bright beautiful water for To heal the blow, curvet
me ! Winer ! !leaven gifted, earth bles-
It cannot ho—it is—it is--
sing, flower-loving water.! It was the A hat is going round.
drink of Adam in the purity of his Eden i
home; it mirrored back the beauty of Ere I A Bruce or Bor's • COMPOSITIONS.—A
in her unblushing toilet ; it Wakens to life ! distinguished Georgian lawyer says that in
agairi the crushed and fading flower ; i t ! his younger days he taught a boy's school
cools, oh ! how gratefully the parched and requiring the pupils to writepomposi
tongue of the feverish invalid; tt falls i lions, he sometimes received some of a pe
down to us in pleasant ellowers from its eta liar sort, of which the following is a siie•
home with the glittering stars ; it des- cum n :
cends to us in the feathery storms of snow; ! "Ott Itedustry.—lt is bad for a man is
it smiles in glittering dew drops at the be idol. Industry is the best thing for ■
glad birth of morning ;it clusters in great man and a wife is the next. Prophets and
tear drops at night over the graves of those kings desired it long, and died without the
we love ; its name is wreathed in strange ! site. The End."
bright colors by the sunset t loud ; its name Mete is another.
is breathed by the dying soldier, far away ! "Ott the Sealons.--'Phere are four sea
on the horrid field of battle; it paints old sons, spiing, summer, autumn and winter.
forts and turrets (rein a gorgeous easel up. They are all pleasant. Some people like
on
.your Winter window ; it charges up. spring best ; but as for me "give me fiber
on the branches of trees in frost-work of ty or give me death. The End."
delicate beauty ; it dwells in the icicle;
it Jives in the mountain glacier; pit forms ( urn for Fodder.—We hope farmers
the vapory ground-work spun which God i have found out that sowing or drilling
faints the rainbow ; it gushes in pearly corn for fodder, is the ches pest way to get
I stearms from 'he gentle ; it sakes ia great crop, in this Valley region, and
glad the sunny vales ; it murmurs cheer- like what we said of millet, 4 can be got in
ful sons in the ear of humble cottages, it and off, at a season when the farmer has
oust,' ers bacliohe voiles of happy children time to do it. Any time in June is time
it kisses the pure cheek of the water-lilly enough to put in corn for fodder, and it
it wanders like the a vein of molten silver should stand thick enough so it will grog
away, away to the distant sea: Ott bright
' beautiful, health inspiring, heartgladden
ing water ! Everywhere around us dwel
ktlt thy meek presence ; twin angel sister
of all that to good and precious here ; iu
the wild forest, on the gra,sy plain, slum
big in the 1,,,,0nt of the lonely mom)
the hurried uir floating ur•ei us
of more than regal splendor; home of the
Iteidin , angel When his wing bonds Co the
woes id this (*Alen world.
water for tar, bright venter for mi
AA wine for the tretr,ttbusdebauche
The North and the South,
That most eloquent of all Southerners,
u 1 think Mr. Prentiss of Miss, was ad.
dr:sing a crowd of some 4000 people in
that State, defending the tariff, and, in
the course, of an eloquent period which
rose gradually to some beautiful climax, lie
he painted the thrift, the energy, the
comfort, the wealth, the civilization of the
loath, in glowing colors, when there rose
op on tine vision of the rts,einidy ID tle.
open air, a horseman of magnificent pro
go lions ; and just at the moment of bush
ed utteulion, when the voice of Prentiss
had ceased, and the applause was about
to break forth, rho horseman exclaimed,
1) the North." The curse was so
touch itt unison with the habitual feel
ing of a Mississippi audience, that it
quenched their enthusiasm, and nothim,
but respect. for the speaker kept the
crowd from applauding the hois , inan.—
Prentiss turned his lame foot around tool
said, .Major Moody, will you rein in that
steed a moment 1" Pie assented. Said
he, "Major, the horse ou which you sit
• came from Upper Missouri; the saddle
that surmounts him canto from Trenton
' S. J. ; that bat on your head was made
in Danbury, Conn. ; the boots you wear
came from Lynn. Mass.; the linen of
your shirt. is Irish, mid Boston made it up;
your broadcloth coat is of Lowell manu
facture, and was cut in lie York; and
if to day you surrender what you owe the
North, you would sit stark naked.'
(laughter and loud applause. )
How to Conk Rhubarb.—lt is a corn
nrm error in cooking rhubarb to peel it.
This should never be done, as the skin
contains the aroma of the plant and is not
at all fibrous, but cooks us readily and be
comes pulpy, We have derived this in
formation from a French cook of note, ex
perience and skill. The name cook tells
us that asparagus should be cut Into pieces
about three quarters of ass inch long, before
cooking. It should be boiled wash a nice
piece of salt pore, and served up in the
same summer as peas.
Destruction to House Bugs.—The
French Academy of Sciences is assured by
B. t ren Thenarcl, that boiling soup and wa
ter, consisting of two parts of common
soap, and one hundred parts of water, by
weight, infallibly destroys bugs and their
eggs- It is enough to.wush walls, wood
work, &c , with the boiling solution, to be
entirely relieved from this horrid pest.
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Cultivation of Corn.—Keep the cult%
rater and hoe, or corn-harrow and hoe, in
your coin field, from now until you lay it
by, which should be when it gets into silk.
1,4 no weeds prow therein, and keep the
he sure to keep the ,oil open. But don't
Usu the plough.
EV — A young Indy returning late from
t!te opera, as it was raining, ordered the
coachman to drive close to the sidewalk,
but was still unable to step across the gut
I can lift you over it,' said coachy.
'Oh, no,' said the sweet miss, .1 am too
h:•nvy
'Lor miss,' replied John, 'l'm used to lit
ring barrels of.eugar.'
"Where a woman," says Mrs. Parting
ton, "has once married with a congealing
and warm heart s and one that beat. respon•
slide to her own, she will never want to
enter the maritime state again."
Cluver for Huy ,Clover for hay should
always be cut when it first comes into
bloom
t The 'editor of an exchange paper
pub'ishes a punning 'market report,' in
which he states that 'tin plates are flat,
lead heavy, iron dull, rakes not much in
quired after, champagne brisk, rhubarb
and semis are drugs, starch is stiffening,
egos lively, butter and lard rather strong,
and paper stationary. There is no life in
dead hogs, but considerable animation in
old cheese.'
Ir At a Sunday School examinatiou
the teacher asked a boy whether he could
forgive those who wronged him.
Could you forgive a boy, for example,
who line insulted or struck you ?' asked
the teacher.
c•s,s•i.r I think I could, it he was big
ger than I am.
IC!' The oest bull we ever heard of was
shown in paddy's description of the ani
mal of that name. .This is the way you
may know him. When you see a group
of cows lying down in the field and one
of 'em isstanding—tnat'e the bull.'
egr- with Thimmoth, I'm always re
al glad you come vithiting to our houth.'
'Are you my little dear? You gre
very fond of me then !'
Mith Thunmoih t but we alwayth
have two kind of pieth when you are hero
to dinner.
CURIOUS ENTRY.—In the parish register
of Suekley is the following whimsical
verso which must be reed down and up
alternately :
There and I'm one and he
Is ono the but only only
But only only lore one the
end ohs that eon are