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THE GARLAND.
—" ,a sweetest flowers enriched,
From various gardens cul I'd with care."
Mutability of earthly Joys.
Life is a fitful shadowed hour,
A scene of light and shade,
Hope's gentle sun—grief's gloomy bower
And iu the grave we're laid.
We Idol. for peace, we look fur rest,
For light in being's gloom;
Alas! we only find us bleat,
Reposing in the tomb.
What aro the gaudy joys of earth,
What are the fleeting scenes of life,
What are its beauties, hopes and mirth,
Its anxious cares and strife!
All—all but chaff before the wind,
' Chastisement by our Father given,
To fit tho soul, and raise the mind,
And load the spirit on to heaven.
A brace of Epitaphs.
NO. I.
ON AN OLD MAID.
Here lies a poor forlorn old maid,
Whose charms long ere he death docay'd—
Whole years in solitude she eat,
Forgot by all except her cat.
In youth—believe it—she was fair,
In wit and grace and beauty rare,
A grave old bachelor was slain !
Who .ought her hand and heart in vain
As she grow 'old and lost her power,
for temper with het ago grew sour;
She scolded all her friends to death,
She's silent now for want of breath,
NO. 11.
ON AN OLD BACHELOR.
Hero lies the veriest wretch forlorn,
Wounded by love and killed by acorn—
The man that courted this old maid,
When in the charms of youth array'd.
He neither drank, nor chew'd, nor emok'd
Unknown through this dull world ha pok'd,
Without a dog, or cat or wife,
To cheer the lonoliness of life.
Scorned by tho sox, he woe not blind
To any charm of woman kind—
His soul has fled—his sing forgiven—
Ho'. woojpg angel's now in Heaven I
't - 2).1119 E3llO (511420E1M0
From the Naval and ,Military Magazine.
Au Incident of the Battle of
Waterloo.
The regiment into which Captain Leslie
had exchanged before his marriage, was
ordered into Belgium. Walter longed for
glory; and Helen, his young wife, was too
sensible to pain him by unavailing regrets
—even on their parting she had striven not
to unman him; and when the first natural
grief was over, she took her station at the
small window of the inn, which commanded
a view of the scene of action. Could an
uninterested observer have gazed upon the
plain of Waterloo at that moment, a must
have appeared a splendid pageant. But
Helen thought how many ore sunset would
have gone to their final account, and she
shuddered at the thought that perhaps her
Walter might be among the number. The
distant cannonading told that already the
work of death had commenced. Several
random shots had struck the ins, and warn- '
ed its inmates to take shelter in the barn.
With them did Helen sit during that long.
day, sad•and silent, yet with the same con
fidence in God's protection that had al
ways marked her character. She could
have smiled at the volubility of her com
panions, who never ceased speaking, in a
mixture of bad French and Flemish. But
it made her only more sad; she telt that
she was indeed among strangers. Oh,, the
agony of sus; ense, the lear of hearing that
Walter was among the fallen 1 Her beauty
and girlish appearance, added to the knowl
edge that her husband•was in the field of
battle, gave her an interest in the eyes of
her companions, and inutiv were the hopes
they expressed in French, that Captain
..Leslie might return in safety. The day
passed, twilight succeeded, Billowed by the
almost immediate darkness which charac
terises a continental summer; and still Hel.
en slat in all the agony of NUSIM Sea The
actionhad ceased ; raudom firings succeed
ed the constant and fearful din of war; yet
still Captain Leslie teturned not.
She was aroused from the state of stupor
into which she had fallen, by the sound of
approaching footsteps; arid soma soldiers
entered the barn, bearing a wounded officer.
It was with scarcely definable feelings that
Helen discovered it was NOT her husband,
but an officer of the same regiment. For a
few minutes any other feeling seemed lost
in the anxious attentions necessary for the
severe wound of the sufferer. Helen, had,
fortunately, provided every thing necessary ;
with the kindest gentleness she dressed the
sufferer's wounds, and then attempted to re•
store him to consciousness ; her efforts wore
successful. Aided by the people of the inn,
she succeeded in making him swallow a
restorative; and in a short time ho was able
to thank the gentle hand which had minis
tered unto him.
Helen with eager earnestness exclaimed,
'Walter! where is he?' Mr. Grant turned
his head away. He could not hear the
sight of the agony he knew his answer must
inflict : "Speak ! in mercy tell me that Les
lie is safe !"—Helen paused a moment, and
then continued, "1 know it all, Walter is
dead!" There was a frightful calmness in
her manner, no tear escaped her. "Did
you see him fall ?" she said at length ; tell
me all, it will do me good ; I feel as if tears
would cool this scorching paM," she said,
pressing her hand to her bosom.
Mr. Grant complied. He felt that tears
would relieve her. "I was at his side," said
he, "a moment before he fell. He had ta
ken a small pocket Bible from his breast—
had pressed it to his lips--" Helen cover
ed her fnce with her hands, "It was the Bi
ble I gave him on our wedding day!" she
paned, "tell me, tell me all." "If I fall,
Grant, give this to my wife," said ho. I
laughed at his forebodings. "You will re
turn," I said, "to tell her of the events of
this day." Before we could reply, we
were summoned to action. A filw minutes
after a shot struck him, and he fell !" Hel
en burst into an agony of tears, and for
some minutes continued silent ; at length
her resolution seemed to be taken. She
came to the couch upon which Mr. Grant
was lying, and begged him to describe the
spot where her husband fell. She received
the description in silence. A few minutes
after she had stolen from the small inn
yard, and stood alone on the spot where she
had last seen her husband.
Helen was in years a mere child; and
there had been a time when she would have
shuddered at a recital of the horrors through
which she now passed with n trembling
step, though with an undaunted heart—but
what will not love in woman undertake?
"God has as much power to protect nie
here," she thought, as the distant firing
caught her ear, and caused her for a moment
to pause, "as in a crowded room !" The
thought of "what had she to live for?" ran•
dered her for a moment incapable pfproceed
; then silently imploring strength from
God, she persevered.
What a scene of horror presented itself
to her I The spot, where a few hours be
fore she had gazed on the brilliant ranks of
the contending armies, was now occupied,
by the dead or dying. Occasionally a
wounded-horse dashed wildly among the
heaps of wounded. There were a party
employed in stripping the dead—at her sp.
preach they looked up, and for a moment a
superstitious dread crossed their minds.
Her white dress made them suppose her a
ghost, and when convinced of their mistake,
they let her pass unmolested, observing with
an oath that she was seeking perhaps for
her lover. Helen passed on. As site ap
proached the spot described by Grant, she
examined earnestly the faces of the dead.
She was almost beginning to despair when,'
from beneath a heap of slain, an outstretch•
ed arm caught her attention. On one of
the fingers was a ring, one of her first gifts
to him. With trembling hand she put down
the small lantern she had brought, and re•
moved the slain. It was, indeed her hus
band who lay there ; and a long fit of weep.
ing relieved her; she raised him, and the
head fell back upon her shoulders. Ap
proaching foosteps alarmed her; they were
elose of two men of her husband's regiment.
One of them explained - that they had follow
ed her at Mr. Grant's desire. Between
them was the body of Captain Leslie borne
into the inn of Mont St, Jean.
A surgeon was then dressing the wound
of Mr. Grant, and his immediate attention
was given to Leslie. Helen stood with hor
husband's hand clasped in hers, with a
calmness which was more affecting than
the most violent agitation could have been.
Bruised as Leslie was, there was no wound
to be found. The surgeon placed a glass
before his lips—then exclaimed with an in
terest ho had nut often felt.—"He still
lives !"
The effect of joy is often more acute than
that of grief. Helen gazed for.a moment
wildly round, then sank on the floor in a
state of insensibility. Hours passed before
she recovered consciousness. When she
did, she found that it was not a dream.
Les:ie still lived. The
It hot which bad
struck him down was found imbedded in the
Bible which he had but a moment before
thrust into the breast of his coat. But bad
it not been for the timely assistance of his
wife,he must have perished. He was saved
almost by a miracle from being crushed to
death; fortunately, however, the spot on
which he fell was hollow, and ho is still
alive.
The incidents of this sketch are etrickly
true. Those who have visited—
must have seen the a mall Isthle, which is
regaided by the family with feelings of the
deepest veneration. It is taill kept under u
enhe, and will for ever perpetuate the hero
ibin of tilt: buldier's bride at Waterloo.
IC' F E .R LESS .1 1 .74' .D FREE. .01
ROBERT S. P.IXTO.7V, EDITOR drain PROPRIETOR.
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Scenes at Sea.
We have been favored with the copy of
a letter, the first of a series, from an amia
ble and eloquent Baptist preacher, now
travelling in Europe, from which we take
the following graphic sketches of a sunrise,
and a thunder storm, during his voyage
across the Atlantic.—Newark Daily Adv.
After being out a week, k was my good
fortune to behold, under the very best cir
cumstances, a sunrise at sea. Waking early,
and feeling restless, I resolved to go on deck,
and saw at once that all the elemen ts.of na
ture had conspired to present before us a
scene of glory, surpass.ng any thing which
it is the common lot of mortal eyes to greet.
The wind was hushed, not a zephyr stirred,
the waves were laid, and the broad chrystal
sea was there reposing in calm majesty, re
flecting far and near the increasing splendors
of the heavens. Motionless and still,it seem
ed to be waiting reverently the rising up of
the great "Ruler of the day." Ere long,
in full orbed glory he "came forth from his
tabernacle, like a bridegroom from his
chamber, and rejoicing us a strong man to
run a race." "The waters saw thee," 0
thou sun! "the waters saw thee," and were
glad. How did old ocean smile) With what
celestial splendor was the whole hemisphere
lighted up,while tile western sky threw back
upon the east the hues and tints which then
broke forth from the fountain of light and
'beauty. Like a pure bright mirror,'-this
great wide sea," pictured forth all the gran
deur of the sky, and far in its depths appear
ed the image of the sun himself, while a line
of light seemed like a chum of gold to hold
to its place that orb of glory. All who be
held this scene, felt an unusual thrill of won
der and exultation. The hardy sailors pans
ed to look.* This very monsters of the deep
seemed to rejoice with us; for a shark, ac
companied by his faithful little servant, the
pilot fish, came playing around the ship,now
basking on the surface of the waters, and
now descondirg to its depths. Twice have
I crossed this ocean before, but never saw
such a gorgeous scene. I had even thought
that the splendor of a s,un•i ise could never
vie with that of a sun-set at sea; but on this
calm morning there was no mist, and now I
am undeceived; for no poet's picture could
equal this reality.
Some time after this, another stirring
scene was presented to our view in striking
contrast. On the morning of Nov. 22, 1
awoke at 3 o'clock. Heard the breeze roar
ing above,and the rain pattering on the deck.
The harsh voice of the mate, and the mono
tonous song of the bailor, were mingled with
the night wind. Two or three vivid flashes
of lightning shone through the sky light.
said to myself, a thunder-storm . in all its sub
limity, is passing by, and I must see it.—
Knowing that my room mate would relish
such a scene, I gave him a call, and we pro
ceeded to the deck together. Here the
ocean appeared under a new phase, not of
placid beauty, but of awful sublimity, and
that of the highest kind. The first glance
at the wild scene was terrible, as several
flashes seemingly concentrated into one
made the far-off "darkness visible," and dis
closed at once the heights and depths to
which we rose and sunk, still holding the
tenor of our way upon the ternpest.tost sea.
There was not so much thunder as 1 have
heard before at such a time, but one power
ful crash broke forth and rolled afar, and
while "deep called into deep," this seemed
like the mightier "voice of the Lord, the
voice of the Lord upon many waters."—
Truly a thunder storm ut night upon the sea,
is a scene in which nature speaks to the soul
of man with most impressive eloquence;
speaks of man's littleness, and yet of man's
greatness, in the scale of being, while his
spirit is wraps in the contemplation of such
glory.
•The most uncultivated minis feel the
emotion of the sublime,however inadequate
ly they may express it. One of our crew
who stopped to gaze on this sun-rise, cried,
"That eight is worth two and six-pence."
WELLEnts.us..=-IHow sharp your too
nails is,' as the man said ven he notched the
hornet.
'Are you looking for any one in particu
lar 1' as the rat said yen ho saw the cut
watching him.
'No gougii.g,' as the chap said yen he felt
the 'critters' in his head.
• You're a hard customer,' as the fellow
said yen he run against the pos t.
'Let's clinch the bargain,' as the bear
said von he patted the man on his shoulder.
'None of your sauce,' as the boy said to
the crab apple.
'Any thing in my line?' as the hangman
said to the judge.
'1 don'ut come without knocking,' as the
bullet said when it asked the fox if he could
give it lodgings in his upper star).
'What makes you come end foremost 1' as
the man said when the bumble bee stung
him.
'Be collected,' as the printer said to a
huge batch of old newspaper bills, vat
vasint paid, lying scattered own his desk.
'Rents are enormous' as the loafer said
ven he looked at his breoches.—N.H.Eagle.
DISTRESSING . HOMICIDE.—On the 28th
ult., near Mansfield, Ohio, Martin lover,
late a resident of Pennsylvania wait struck
on the head by his brother Henry, with a
sled-roller; and after lingering for l 2 hours,
died on the morning of the next day. The,
blathers had been engaged for some hours
previous to the fatal occurrence, in shooting
ut a tnark fur wager i and drinking whiskey.
After• much altercation they proceeded to
blows, and as ufinale to the affray, the death
blues was given.—Banner
Daniel IVebster.
I have described Mr. Webster in part,
and would it not be well to attempt his like•
ness more in detail The powerful display
lie has made both in the Senate of the
United States and at tho bar of the Supreme
Court, together with various incidents and
accidents of his life, have placed him high
among the ranks of American statesmen
and orators.
Picture to youreelf,then, my good reader,
if the power io conjure up the bodies of the
mighty living be upon you, a rather robust
man entering the Chamber by the Western
door. His hat is drawn over his browe,and
there .
is an air of individuality about him
that is almost repulsive. He stalks along
with a firm and heavy tread, and slightly
returns the nod of those who greet his en
trance. His hail is black as the raven's
wing. His eyes are black, and there is a
dark shnde around them which gives them
a gloomy and fearful expression. You gaze
into them when their glances are abstracted,
and you involuntarily shudder at their
strange and mysterious intelligence. The
forehead is remarkable. You follow its
bold curve almost with fear and trembling.
The mouth is peculiar ; and in debate wo
have often fancied that we could see it
curve and part like an Indian's bow.
Mr. Webster dresses well, almost richly,
but he seems to take no note of his clothes,
though we have never inclined to the coin
mon belief that indifference to dress was a
sure indication of genius, whatever it may
be of a lack of wardrobe.
In ordinary debate Mr. Webster is calm
and collected; every word is articulated
with emphasis, and some of them are curi
ously pronounced ; for instance, the word
"individual." He rolls it out "individool."
We do not like his pronounciation, though
we have no doubt it is according to the true
Now England standard. His great fault
as a popular orator it strikes, us would be his
inability to rouse himself hastily ; he takes
too long to melt—to pour his soul forth in
the sounding strains of eloquence ; but as
a sound Parlimentary debater, his collect
edness gives him immense advantage. It
is his armor of - proof—no weapon can pen.
etrate it, but every arrow (as lie told Gen
eral Hayne) "rebounds from his bosom
harmless and iinpo!ent."
' He seems to back his feelings to the very
heart, that the mind alone and unclouded,
may shine upon his subject; but when, alter
some moments have elapsed, and ho has be.
come excited by his theme,beware the light
fling and the thunderbolt. We should judge
him to be a man of ardent and absorbing
enthusiasm ; but he forces the fire to slum•
bar away down in the crator,while all above
is cold, snow-girt and serene.
In debate 11(3( is remarkable for his read
iness at repartee, and occasianally indulges
in a vain of pleasantry, which reminds the
imaginative spectator of Jovo playing with
little eagles.
Richard GM. Johnson.
Reclining at his ease, lo I RICHARD M.
JOHNSON, Vice President of the United
States ! Is he natural in that place 1 See
how he shuffles in his chair, how he longs
for the quiet and compartiwely humble seat
in the lower house,where,in easier and mote
unambitious days ; Tecumseh-killer rejoiced
to sit from the first dawn of the business
hour until late at night. Then he took his
head from the desk but seldom, for he had
worlds of letters to write—letters to frank,
and demands for loans to answer with
checks enclosed—a right liberal hearted
man is our Richards the First.
Col. Johnson is a man with no depth of
mind, no profundity—or in other words, no
beauty of thought—no bold conception of
principles as applicable to facts. He is a
business man—a kind of busy speculator in
lands, &c. at which he is said to be an adept
but his genius never soars above the hillock
of a prairie, and is bounded by lines run by a
surveyor for a county. He is an amiable
man, with a kind lace, and a plain, blunt,
rough manner. In person he is about six
feet—light hair, exceedingly bushy,and with
eyes blue but heavy. He limps :n his gait,
and we are inclined to suppose that he was
hurt by a fall from a horse,though his friends
say it was done in battle. He is brave but
not wise—liberal, but not magnanimons—
patriotic but fur his party, else he would
never have sat on that high chair, wielding
through his popular name, his grand pro-
portion of the destiny of hie country, with
out speaking out his real, genuine, honest
convictions. He would not degrade - that
holy place, if he loved the country more
than ho feared the scourge of party. Co).
Johnson is well known here to be opposed
to some of the leading measures of the
Administration. Tlip .Colonel had too
much western land sense not to see how
ruinous to his speculative dreams end airy
canter would be the Circular, and the Sub.
Treasury, and he did all he could do, but
secretly, to break down the hobby of the
party, and turn aside the stream of ruin and
desolatiqu. In this weakness, this horrible
and unpatriotic weakness, Col. Johnson is
to be pitied. With his name, high and
strong, he could have rallied the western
Party States against the Administration,
and marching to the Alleghenies tops,could
have blown a blast that would have checked
and awed the unserable runners that infest
ed the perliens of the White Palace.
Meanly, (we will not seek for harsher
epithets.) Col. Johnson bowed his head,
spake not to the powers that he could have
called into the field; and, unlike the goose
of Roman Story, he did not even hiss the
enemy who marched against the capitol.
Can Colonel Johnson have ever that thing
called a worldly conscience 1 Can he have
that watch of justice in his bosom, and sit
before the wise men of America, before the
people of that country, and smile when
Cresai grasps at royally 7 Can he turn to.
wards Benton, that bad and wicked politi
cian, and smile when he smiles, and frown
when he frowns. Can he hear Wright of
New York, that calm and cool manceverer,
utter sentiments of horror, without calling
him to order for outraging the place conse
crated to moral justice nod human liberty
But every body says the Colonel is a good
man, a rignt clever fellow, and possible it
may be expending thunder to talk seriously
of him—however it be, we are of opinion
that we are strictly right in so speaking.
We are not t rulers with puppets—Col. John
son is not the figure of Punch that every
editorial showman may serve up to the
amusement of a democratic audience. Wo
are republicans—strong nervous (in feeling)
and devoted Republicans. We think the
honor of the country is entrusted to the
keeping, in a great measure, of our public
men, and wo to the liberty, if they are first
false to private rectitude, and then traitors
to the honor and principles of their country.
BOY KILLED BY A LEOPARD.-A small
boy, the son of M rs..W inship, living on Wal
nut street, Cincinnati, was on the 16th ult.,
killed by a Leopard belonging to the me
nagarie which has remained in this city dur
ing the past winter• It seems that the lad
ventured too near the cage in which the
animal was confined, escaping the vigilance
of the keepers, who were apprised of the
accident by hearing his cries. The Leop
ard, finding the boy within his reach with a
single stroke of the paw, severed the jugular
vein causing his death in the space of ten
minutes. The occurrence it is probable,
originated wholly in the boy's own careless
ness.—Republican.
EATING.—Every animal eats as much as
it can procure, and as much as it can hold.
A cow eats but to sleop,and sleeps but to eat;
and not content with eating all day long,
"twice it slays the slain," and eats its din
ner o'er again. A whale swallows ten mil
lion of living shrimps at a draught; a aura
ling canary bird oats its own bulk in a day,
and a catterpillar eats five hundred times its
own 'weight, before he lies down to rise a
butterfly. The mite and the maggot eat the
very world in which they live; they nestle
and build in their roast beef, and the hyena,
for want of bettor, eats himself. Yet a mag
got has not the gout, and the whale is not
subject to sciatics. Nor does Captain Lyon
inform us that an Esquimaux is troubled
with the tooth ache, dyspepsia, or hysterics,
though he eats ten pounds ofscal and drinks
a gallon of oil at a meal, and though his
meal last so long as meat. But if eating is
to produce diseases, which of all the nosol
ogy would be absent from the carcase of
Captain Cochrane's Siberian friend,who eat
forty pounds of meat, with twenty pounds of
rice porridge, at a sitting.
A PLEA IN ABATEMENT.—In one of the
quarter session Courts in Tennessee, one
Joe Philips was indicted for assault and bat
tery. The prosecuting attorney addressed
him thus:
You aro indicted for a misdemeanor, and
stand• charged in these words: "The jurors,
upon their oaths, present that Joe Philips,
lute of the county of —, on the 10th day
of Augast, 18—, with force and arm', in
and upon the body of one John Scroggine,
an assault did make, with guns, pistols,
swords, dirks and clubs, with malice afore•
thought,"
"Stop, Mr. Lawyer," said Joe, "there
was siotnethirrg of it, but you'r making it a
deal worse than it was."
"Well how was it, Joe?" says the sol
citor.
"Why, I and John met one day on the
road, and says 1 to John, "this is a bad day
for snakin." Then says he to me, "Not so
very bad neither, for 1 killed one near a rod
long." Then says 1, "That's a lie, for ther's
nary snake in this country half so long."
Then, after a good many such compliments
passed between us, says John to me, says he
to me, says he, "1 doesn't milk my neigh
bor's cows as some folks do." And then I
hit him a lick •vith my fist on the side of his
head, and then we had a real scuffle—a fair
fight; then just so. And we had'nt no gun,
nor pistol, nor club, nor dirk neither, so you
needn't be talking all that nonsense, over
to the court when ther's no sucli thing: and
John says he's willing to fight again, if I'll
let him strike first."
WOLF STORY.--IL is, we dare say, well
known to all our readers how Gen. Putnam
entered the cavern and shot a wolf that had
taken shelter there. But an affair which
took place in this town,aboul two miles from
the village, on Tuesday morning last, corn
pletely eclipses Gen. Putnam's exploit. Mr.
Edward Spaulding, in going across an orc:i
ard of sugar maples, discovered an animal
a short distance from him, but from its pl'st•
lion it was impossible to determine ? the
species. Picking up a small cudgel, be
proceeded towards the animal, and discov
ering it to be a black wolf, confined by the
leg in a trap weighing 2 lbs. he struck him
over the head. His stick proved to be rot
ten, and the force of the blow broke it in his
hand, but did no essential execution by way
of disabling the animal. Fearful of losing
him, and seeing no other means by which
ho could be secured. Mr. Spaulding,though
73 years of age, sprung upon the wolf .tak
ing himat 'close hugs' with one turn, whilst,
with a stick not much larger than an cm
goad he beat the creature until it died!
The skin measures from tip to hp, 5 feet
6 inches.— V ulful9 Adv.
[WHOLE NO: 470.
vam2airazilLoui Dat2aLauw_aual2
From the Bulletin.
appeal to the Friends of
Temperance
Friends of man and foes to madness,
Let your voices loudly sound,
Speak ! let a nations sadness:
See you not the foe around T
Lift on high the Temperance banner.
Freemen ! freemen i to your post ;
Hear the victims how they stammer !
Hasten—save them, or they're lost 1
Look ! e'ven now a drunken father 1
Reels along yon noisy way ;
From their homes the wretched mother
Loads her trembling babes away.
Father, rouse thee ! see your treasure ;
Yonder thoughtless, yielding one
Seeks the goblet for his pleasure,
Madly quaffs, and is undone.
Sidon ! snatch thy wretched brother
From the spoiler's cruel grasp ;
Ero another year—yet another
Victim to their arms they clasp!
Wife!—with heart almost to buskin,
Haat thou not a word to say 1
Can'at thou thus be slumber taking,
While thy husband is their prey I
Husband ! watch around her pathway—
Save the idol from the snare 1
Tear her from their fangs away,
Husband ! husband, Oh beware 1
Oh 1 let not thy children curse thee,
As the authors of their woe
Fathers, mothers, rouse thee—rouse thee,
Break tho fatal chain and go !•
Patriots, Christians, friends of freedom !
They cry is loud—can nought be done 1
Nought to break this cruel thraldonsl
Falter not I we are undone 1
TEMPERANCE STATISTICIB.-A striking
illustration of the beneficial results which
have been produced by the temperance
effort may be found in the fact, stated by
the Hon. Timothy Pitkin, of Connecticut,
in his volume of statistics, published three
years ago, that the quantity of distilled
spirits, from grain and fruits, three•fourths
of which was from grain, was ten million
gallons annually in 1801; and previously,
for several years. In 1810, it amounted to
twenty millions, and about six million bush
els of grain was used to manufacture spirits
—the greater part consumed within the
United States. In Pennsylvania there were
3330 distilleries of various kinds, in 1810.
Distilled sqirits from molassess added to the
above,making in the whole thirty-one million
gallons and over, in one year. But from
1820 to 1825 it greatly diminished and in
1835, it was only two millions and a half.
THE 13EaoAn.—'Get thee gone !" cried
we to a poor beggar, who was apparently
about sixty years of age. His countenance
was pale, emaciated, and careworn). his
dress was forlorn and taterred; his hair was
silvery white, and as he stood with his head
uncovered, was blown about by the damp
Mind. What a figure fora painter, thought
we ; his pallid, worn, but expressive feat
ures ; his miserable garments; the breeze
playing among his scanty locks. The
beggar approached nearer; "For the love
of Heaven 1 spare me a trifle to save me
from starving ; as God is my witness 1
have not tasted food these two days ?" We
looked at him. He was resting one his
hand on his stick, over -which he leaned ;
partly from age, and partly for rest; while
the other was extended about half way
from his body in which he held his hat ; in
this position he retarded us with looks,
(they were wistful and imploring) which
seemed to read our purpose. We put our
hand into our pocket ; a gleam flitted on
his countenance ; we paused ; looked at him,
again ; he still regarded us with the same
earnest look. We drew it out, and with it
a few bitta which we placed in his hand; and
as we did so, a tear started in his eye ;
it fell on our extended palm.! It was the tear
of gratitude, warm andiresh from the hearts
we felt it 1 Two hours afterwards we saw
the venerable man in the neighborhood of a
small cabaret, drunk as a lord. Humph
New Orleans Picayune
PROGRESS OF MORAL REFORM IN TAXAD.
--We were gratified at the aspect of the
last Houston Intelligencer, evidencing a de
cided taste for moral improvement through
out society in the Republic. The Rev. Dr.
Breckenridge, agent of the Assembly's
Board of Missions appears to have been
welcomed with much eagerness andeatisfac
lion, and occupies considerable space in that
paper, which also contains a long article
upon the Texas Bible Society ; as well as
extended notices of the Temperance move
ment now in progress with the moat Batter
ing prospect of ultimate success,r—Straws
chew the course of the current.
A DRIIICARD'S Logic. —Late one even
ing drunken Davy, after spending his day's
earnings at the grog shop, set out for home,
'Well,' says he, 'if I find my wife up, I'll
lick her—what business has she to set up,
burning fire and light—eh 'I And if I find
her in bed. I'll lick ber—what business
has she got go to bed before I get home
—ehl"— Temp. intelligences-.
A woman in New York was recently ta.
ken from the streets in a elute of beastly
its
toxication, holding iu her arms an infant
entirely naked and perishing with the cold.
The infant was immediately provided
and the Unnatural mother touunitted as 114
vagrant.