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THE GARLAND.
—•'%Vith sweetest flowersonrich'd,
From various gordeneoull'd with care,"
TILE DEATH OF JEFFERSON.
II T T. 11. 811ITZ140,
I have done for my country, and all mankind, al
that I could do, and 11019 I resign my soul, withou
fear,.to God; and my daughter to my country.
.I:Tenon's Dying Words.
The eloquent tongue is mute,
The eagle eye is dim;
Ho hears not thy salute,—
What is this world to him!
For though an earthquake rent
The mighty earth in twain,
And shook the firmament—
Ho would not wake again!
All that was earthly lies
Low in his grave beneath!
His heavenly part defies
The, mightiness of Death!
•Then let the thunders roll
The mighty cannons roar—
They cannot reach his soul
Upon that happy shore!
AU that tie wished below
From mortal man, was given—
What earth could not bestow
Is granted him in heaven.
For fed by FREEDOM'S hand,
He grew, from infancy,
The mightiest of the land—
His cradle Mazur:.
The sunshine on the plains,
The cattle on the hills,
The. heart that now complains,
Tho bosom that now thrills,
Tho joyous things of earth,
The moon, the noon, the even—
All testified his worth
As it is known in heaven.
Ho prapul but to survive
To see that blessed day,
And God said, La him live!
And death then passed away.
And strengthened, soothed, sustuin'd,
By that MYSTERIOUS POWER.
Ho never more complained,
But mended from that hour.
His fuith had power to cause
That which was not to be,
And baffled Nature's laws,
And flattered Destiny.
His soul was in the faith
Of living anchored fast;
And when he bowed to Death,
The time ho wished was pasted.
lie suit , tho Frar..ns ov Blass
Spread out before his eyes,
A brightor world than this—
The HEAVENLY PARADISE,
And, Prophet-like ho stood
Upon the MOUNT or Ttats,
And saw beyond the flood
ETERNITY Sublime
Ho went down as ono
That knew mortality;
But set as sets the sun
Upon the far-off sea!
And though his lips are mute,
His eagle eye Is dim—
He hears nut thy salute—
Wo have the light of him.
The hand of God above
Led him along the way
Of never-dying love
To EMILARTING DAT.
13right as th' eternal sun,
The lord of Heaven, shall be
The race that thou had run,
Through all eternity.
Then shout for him no more—
Cease now your revelry—
For who can hail that shore
Which bounds eternity!
ror in that, far-off LAND,
Beyond the reach of thought,
fre joins the PATUIOT BAND
Who first for FIIELDOX fought
~PIGUAM.
SENT TO LADE IN CONFIDENCE.
I wish that two vowel Were joined
In wedlock iio holy and true;
I could not but think in my mind-
Those vowels should be I and U.
j turned it in each point of vim,
And turned myself around with a sigh;
BIM this - was the state of the two--
For inverted they curio U and 1.
MEl3O3LtaaalaZTOQ
From the Thlitimore Sue
ALIVE AND KICKniG•
Although the following narrative may be
true in et ery essential particular, and the
incident still fresh in the 'memory of many
who live and were eye witnesses of the fact.
vet we deem it proper (for certain reasons)
to suppress the real names of the parties.
Our hero, whom we will term Peter Atom
edy, was an honest man, and esteemed as a
most valuable member of society. Among
Peter's moat intimate associates, was Sam
uel Williams, who bad served the probation
of apprenticeship in the same extensive es
tablishment, and though he differed from
Peter in still remaining uumarried, yet the
congeniality of their. pursuits and disposi
tions while boys, oven now triumphed over
the petty jealousies, tend puerile animosities
of rival men, and they were the same hear
ty friends and hail companions of old. But
what was , trios) and quite remarkable, not
being relatives, they resembled each other
so much that they were frequently annoyed
by sahitations and messages, which puz
zled.fhem no little to ascertain their own
identity.
The two friends met one day in market,
I .(Marsh Market,) one with a basket on his
arm in search of provisions, (his good wife
being on a visit to her parents in the coun
try,) and the other enjoying an early stroll,
and perhaps occasionally glancing (who can
help it 7)nt the pretty faces a pedestrian is
doomed to encounter in this dangerous city.
"How are you, Sam ?"
" flow are you, Peter 7" said the friends,
!shaking each other cordially by the hand.
" Well, Sam, I suppose you are looking
out for another boarding house, and came
hither to see who provided the best things
for the table. You'd better get a wife,"
said Peter.
"True, Peter," said Samuel, " I am re
solved to move my lodgings closer to my
place of business—and perhaps determin
ed to get a wife the first opportunity, also."
. 1 Ah ! I'm glad we met, if such is the
case; for 1 received a note last night from
an acquaintance, a widow, (who has a char
ming daughter,) requesting me to send her
a boarder or so : I have the note in my hat,
hero it is—take it, Sam—you'll be suited
exactly; good bye." The friends parted,
the one pushing through the crowd to stall
No.—, for good mutton, and the other
striding over the bridge towards home,
his mind fully made up to take Peter's ad
vice.
It was Saturday, and Samuel deferred
reading the note till Sunday". It would
then be time enough to know where he
could be accommodated, and during his
customary Sabbath stroll he might recon
noitre the premises, preparatory to his re
moval the following day.
Sunday came, but when Samuel opened
his note, he laughed outright to find it from
Peter's wife,urging him to come and bring
her home. He %vas amused at the mistake
of his friend, and set out for his residence
to get the right address and return the fam
ily epistle. But on his arrival at the door
helreolnettlhat retcr .b-o.dy departed
for the country, and somewhat disappointed,
he continued his walk until he was beyond
the city in the direction of Canton. [Here
the thread of ou: story is necessarily brok
en, but it will be fully explained in the se
quel.]
Peter had been summoned to the count
ry by a messenger stating that his spouse
was taken suddenly ill. He remained sev
eral days with her, until she grew better,
and then set out alone for the city to pre.
pure an easy conveyance to conduct her
home the following day.
" What has been the matter, here 1" in.
quired Peter of a little black urchin who
stood staring at some stains of blood in the
road, near the edge of the city.
"Here's the place where the dead man
was found," replied the boy.
" What man? asked Peter, pausing.
" His name was Peter," said the boy.
" Peter what?" continued Peter, know.
ing very well there were more Peter's than
one in the city.
"I don't know what," said the little ur
chin, staring. Peter continued his route,
quite unconcerned at the catastrophe, aware
that such occurrences daily transpire in
large cities. He next met an old grey
headed man, who informed him that a man
had there been found dead,supposed to have
ruptured a blood vessel ; that an inquest
bad been held, and the verdict of " visita
tion of God," returned.
" What was his name ?" asked Peter,
as they separated.
Merredy," replied the old man, and
passed on. Peter looked down in a deep
study, as he walked along. " Merredy—
Peter," soliloquized he, " one says his
name was Peter, and the other Merredy—
that makes Peter Merredy—and that's my
name. I'm the only Peter Merredy in the
citv—pshawl what am I thinking about ! It
can't be me, for I'm alive and kicking."
Peter strove to be amused at the affair, en
tiroly convinced he was living; but still
there was something in the name that per.
plexed him, and rendered him somewhat
unhappy in spite of himself. When he
was opposite the Medical College he saw a
hearse arid train of carriages moving slow
ly out of east Baltimore street. He pau
sed and asked a bystander whose funeral it
was,
"Peter Merredy!" was the reply. Peter
turned pale, and stood speechless till the
procession passed. "I'll be hanged if its
me!" he muttered, at length, and pulling
his hat down over his brow ; he strode des•
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prettily towards home. When arrived
within a few squares of his dwelling, he
,again paused, and to fortify himself more
I effectually, he dived into an oyster cellar,
'and issuing a sweeping mandate for F. R.
S. and some ale, seated himself in one of
the stalls. He had scarce thrust his legs
under the table, before the following dia.
logue audibly took place in the next stall.
"What Peter Merredy was it, Joe?"
"Peter Merrody the hatter, was the re.
ply. Peter gasped, but maintained his seat.
"What was the matter with him?" con
tinued the first.
"An affection of the heart," replied the
other.
"It was the lung s," said the host.
"Did you know him?" asked one.
"By sight—ho was a clever fellow," re
sponded the host.
"It's all a mistake, gentlemen!" exclaim
ed Peter, springing from his chair, unable
to bear it any longer.
"Who are you?" asked a soap lock, ras
ping the ashes from his cigar against the
heel of his boot,which rested on the corner
of the table.
"I'm Peter Merredy, hatter, himself—
and it's a fa:sehood about my being dead?"
vociferated Peter.
"The man's crazy," said the loafer.
"He resembles Merredy," said the host,
"but L'll swear 1 saw Peter's corpse with
my own eyes." •
"I'll be hanged if you did! I'm the only
Peter Merredy, hatter, in Baltimore, and
I'll take my oath he's not dead!" said Peter,
vehemently.
"My dear fellow," said he with the cigar, '
"the jury examined the—your body, if you
will insist upon it, and after being sworn,re•
turned a verdict that he, you were deaci.—
Therefore you may rely upon it, every per
son will believe the solemn oaths of the" ju•
rymen in spite ofall you can say or do."
"I'm not dead! It's a base fabrication!"
exclaimed Peter, almost driven to madness,
and rushing away towards home. When
he drew near his house, what. was his as•
tonishment to find his door closed and the
knocker muffled in a black badge! "Open
the door!" he screamed, ringing the bell vi
olently, and tearing away the crape. The
servant threw open the door, but supposing
the pale being before her to be her muster's
ghost, she uttered a frantic scream and fled
out the back way. Peter walked into the
parlor and threw himself on a &dlr. Ile
snatched up a paper and endeavored to qui•
et his perturbation. But alas! the first ar
ticle that met his eye was his own obituary!
' , This is too bad," he exclaimed, leaping up
and hastening to the printing office.
"Sir," said Peter to the editor, "I want
you to correct an error in your paper—one,
sir, that does me gnat injustice."
hope you are mistaken—''
"No sir—it is you who are mistaken:"
said Peter, interrupting him.
"Explain," said the editor.
"It is you, who must, shall explain," con.
tinned Peter.
"What subject?" demanded the editor.
"Look at
de li a la t
shouted
funeral invitation So hu owe
obituary.
"There is no error in this," said the ed
or.
"No error? It's all a lie! I'm Peter Mer
redy; hang me if I'm dead!"
"It may he some other Peter Merredy,"
observed the editor.
''There is no other in the city—look a
me—am 1 dead?"
"Look at this," said the editor,prodiacing
a note from his drawer, "this was found in
the dead man's pocket—his name is on the
back of it—besides, several of his friends
recognized him."
"Stop—that's enough I see it all; ha!
ha!" exclaimed Peter, beholding his wife's
note, which he had given to his friend Sam
uel Williams by mistake. "Good day,sir."
ho continued,rotracing his steps homewards.
"Poor Sam!" he ejaculated, as he walked
along, and thought of the ludicrous affair.
Sam was dead, sure enough.
" I was dining with Gen Harrison in
the spring of 1839," said a gentleman to
us, a day or two ago, "and while in the
midst of our repast, a loud knock was heard
at the door. My host rose from the table,
excused himself, and went to the door to
see who it was that was so desirous of ad
mittance. After a parley of some moments
with a person who spoke in a rough tone of
voice, the General ushered into the room a
very old man, whose worn out and tattered
garments bespoke great distress and pover
ty."
"Mr. ," said Gen. Harrison, " this
is one of my old soldiers, and I have invited
him in to dine with us. He was with me
in the sortie of Fort Meigs and the Thames.
I remember his bravery well. These are
the men whom we must honor. Take that
seat, George."
" George, for that was t'ais old soldier's
name," continued our friend, " sat down
and soon gave us cause to know that a good
dinnor and ho had been strangers for many
a long day. The old fellow's feelings be
came enlivened by the good things he had
partaken of, and a glass or two of whiskey
and water, and for nearly two hours, did the
General and he fight their battles over a• i
gain. Towards evening, the General took
me aside and asked me to join with him in
the charity he was about to bestow. I
cheerfully consented. The General went
to his bed room and in a few tnoments re
turned with n now black coat."-
" George," said the Hero, " this is the
only cost I have except the thread bare ou
THE OLD SOLDIER
my back. Take it, and while it protects
you from the inclement winds of our cold
spring, remember that had your old Gen.
eral his way, every old soldier in the coup•
try should not know what want was the rest
of his days."
"C added my mite to George's empty
purse, and gave him ' silver' enough to
carry him home into the interior of Ohio
=--for ho had been to New Orleans on a
flatboat and was now on his return."
You will take this note," said the Gen
! eral, " and when you get to Cincinnati, call
on Mr. M— : give him this, and he will
further aid you. I am like yourself, George,
poor 'and have to labor for my living, after
long toil and hard work in the service of
my country, but we poor soldiers enjoy at
least the proud consciousness ofhaving done
our duty:"
"After some further conversation, George
departed, thanking his old General from
his heart. This little circumstance turned
the conversation between the General and
myself upon the hardships of the last war,
the faithfulness of his troops, and the true
policy that the government ought to pursue
to its surviving defenders. This anecdote,
however, will servo to show you the kind
hearted goodness of the old General, and it
proves that if ho is elected President, lie
will be the President of the people—acces
sible to all.—N. 0. True American. .
MOTHERS, BE CHEERFUL.
Dr MRS. BIGOURNEY.
Yet not in studies above their years, or
n irksome tasks, should children be em
ployed. The joyous freshness of their
young natures should be preserved while
they learn the duties that fit them for this
life and the next. Wipe away their tears.
Remember how hurtful are the heavy rains
to the tender blossom just opening on the
day. Cherish their smiles. Let them learn,
to draw happiness from all surrounding ob ;
jects—sinco there may be some mixture of
happiness in every thing but sin. It was
once said of a beautiful woman, that from
her childhood she had ever spoke smiling,
as if the heart poured joy from the lips, and
they turned it into beauty.
May I be forgiven for so repeatedly pres
sing on mothers to wear the lineaments of
cheerfuluoss! "To be good and disagreea.
bie is high treason against the royalty of
virtue," said a correct moralist. flow much
ii6t to-be depecrated, when piety, the only
fountain'of true happiness, fails of making
that joy visible to every eye! II happiness
is melody of the soul, the concord of our
feelings with the circumstances of our lot,
the harmony of the whole being with the
will of our Creator, how desirable that this
melody should produce the response ofsweet
tones and a smiling countenance, that even
slight observers may be won by the charm
of its external symbols?
iluicnts.T, of the New York Herald is, un
doubtedly, a great rascal, bur as our !mo
rtice neighbors have frequently quoted him
as good authority, we must be excused for
presenting to their notice his opinion of the
honesty of Locofoco Senators. Speaking
of the threatened repeal of the United States
Bunk by the legislature of Pennsylvania,
and the resumption law, he says :
It is the easiest thing in the world to stop
that law in the Senate at Hrrrisburg, and
to postpone the resumption to next July—to
next December—to next year—to next cen
tury—yea, even to the day of judgment.
W hat is the process ? Why, buy up as
many locofoco senators as you want.—. These
animals can be got at any of the taverns of
Harrisburg, cheaper than rotten eggs.—
They want to be bought up—they like to
be bought up.
This is our advice. The way is clear—
there is no difficulty in overcoming the
present obstructions. Buy—buy—buy a
bushel of locofoco senators at once. They'll
take post notes, or any thing they can get.
GENERAL HARRISON AS MINISTER TO
COLUMBIA.
Every serious charge we have yet seen
brought against the People's Candidate
for the Presidency, is founded in misappre-
hension or falsehood, and the truth, in each
case is an abundant refutation of them all.
There is no man in the nation, who, if jus•
tice be done him, is more impregnable and
invulnerable than Gen. Harrison. We
have ample materials not only to refute the
calumnies of his enemies, but to tear away
oven the spiders' web of prejudice. With
the permission of Providence, we shall use
them to the extent of our ability.
One of the most prominent charges that
is going the : rounds of the Federal Tory
press, is, that Gen. Harrison was recalled
fiom his mission to Columbia by President
Jackson, on account of his having inter
fered with the domestic relations of the na
tion." This charge, if true, is one of no
ordinary magnitude, but see how a plain
statements of !acts will nail this slander to
the same counter, on which the thousand
and one that have preceded it are fastened.
On the 10th day of November, 1828,
Gem Harrison, as Minister to Columbia,
embarked from the• United States on his
mission.
On the 27th day of February, 1829, he
presented his credentials at Bogota, and
was " received with great respect. We
congratulate Columbia on beholding the in
terest which is manifested by the Govern.
ment of the United States to cultivate the
most friendly relations with this Republic,
by sending among us go distinguished a
citizen as Gen. Harrison. The Govern•
silent has u full confidence that his perma
nent residence in.this capital, will contri
bute generally to strengthen the harmony
and good understanding which happily ex
ists between the 'two nations."—Official
Gazette, Bogota.
So that it was impossible that it could
have been known in the United States on
the 12th day of March, 1829, when Gen.
Harrison was superseded by Thomas P.
Moore, of Ky., that be had arrived at Col
umbia, much less that any difficulty had
occurred here. Mr. Moore was appointed
on the 12th of March, only twelve days of
ter Gen. Harrison presented his credentials
at Bogota, and no difficulty had then taken
place. So that he was not recalled upon
any charge whatever; nor does it appear
that any charges existed against him there,
till after it was known to that 'Government
that he had been superseded. Niles' Re
gister says i " The charges against Gen.
Harrison appear to have been frivilous and
unjust, if not ridiculous. They followed
close upon the information that he had
been superseded in his mission, which, in
deed, seems chiefly to have caused or sup
ported them." We trust we have nailed
this grave charge to .the counter, without
inquiring into the justice that dictated the
recall of Gen. Harrison from .a foreign
court, without charges, and before it was
even known that he had reached the place
of his official destination.—/Iladisonian.
A CONTRAST.
The contrast between the principles and
motives of action of Gen. HARRISON as a
public man, and MARTIN VAN. BUREN, who
is now entrusted with the high functions of
government, is plainly defined, and the
comparison is highly honorable to " the
Father of the West"—the hero, patriot and
sage of North Bend. When Gen. HAR
RISON was a member of Congress, he cau
sed the mode of selling the public lands
then existing to be so' changed as to place
it in the power of every industrious indivi
dual to purchase a tract, on which to erect
a home for his family. The sections of
one thousand acres were sub-divided into
half; quarter and half•quarter sections, and
the speculator, who alone, under the old
plan, could , buy the immense quantity then
disposed of under a single blow of the ham
mer, was deprived of his monopoly and the
actual settler, whose means were limited,
was enabled to enter the market and obtain
a fine farm at Government price. Under
this system the western country rapidly ad
vanced in population. prosperity and wealth;
her " log cabin" and " hard cider" boys
hewed down the ancient forests with stal
wart arms, and supplanted the flaunting
flowers of the prairie " unprofitably gay"
with waving fields of golden grain. This
is the result of Gen. HARRISON'S policy,
distinguished at once by the ample revenue
which it has bestowed upon the public
treasury—its ptactical wisdom, and its
purpose of generous benevolence.
How different from all this is, and is to
bo, the operation of the measures pursued
by Mr. VAN Bonest's administration.
They are characterized by no sympathy
for the state of the industrious poor—they
are to work directly in favour of the interests
of the wealthy. Now the prices of produce
are reduced to an ebb lower than hoe exis
ted for many years, and even at these rates
it is difficult to sell, because money cannot
be obtained to purchase.—There exists a
general stagnation of business, and the
journeyman mechanic and industrious la
bouring man are deprived of 'work, while
the employer finds his profits cut down, and
his flourishing circumstances visited with
a nipping blast. Nor is this all—the doc-
trine of those in power is that the wages of
labor are to be reduced—their system is
designed to bring about this reduction—
furkey, Russia, Germany and Franca are
exhibited as the models to be imitated by
his republic, and the sovereign freemen of
his country are to be lowered to a level
with The degraded serfs of despotic govern.
menta—their families deprived of their usu
al comforts, and their board stripped of its
customary wholesome fare. Such is the
contrast offered by tho measures of MAnzin
VAN BUREN and WILLIAM HENRY BAR-
RlSON—choose ye between them, for on
the selection of the voters of the land de-
pends the decision of the question whether
we shall or shall not be visited by the evils
kept in store for us by the party now in
power.— York Republican.
"MY NAME is HAiriEs.”—This phrase
has been common in most parts of the union
for many years as an equivalent for a sud
den necessity in one of two persons conver
sing together,to leave the other's company.
We never found the origin of the saying,
until we encountered, the following in a
New Orleans paper:
Some thirty-five years since a gentleman
named Haines was travelling on horseback,
in the vicinity of Mr. Jefferson's residence in
Virginia. Party spirit was running extreme.
ly high in those days. Mr. Jefferson was
president, and Haines was rank feder
alist, and, as a matter of course a bitter
opponent of the then existing administration
and its head. He was not acquainted with
Mr. Jeffirson, and, accidentially coming up
with that gentleman Ilse travelling on horse
back, his party zeal 'gob led him into a con
versation upon the all-absorbing topic. In
the course of conversation, Haines took par
ticular pains to abuse Mr. Jefferson ; called
him all sorts of names and poked the non.
intercourse and embargo acts at him as
most outrageous and ruinous, ridiculed his
gun-boat system as preposterous and nonsen
sical, opposed his purchase of Louisiana as
a wild scheme—in short took up every
leading feature of the politics of the day, and
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descanted upon them and their originator
with the greatest bitterness. Mr. Jefferson,
all the while, said but little. There was no
litiCh thing as getting away from his partic
ular friend, and ho did not exactly feel at
liberty to combat hie arguments.
They finally arrived in front of Mr. Jet
forson'd residence. Haines of course, not
acquainted with the fact. Notwithstanding
he had been abused, "like a pick pocket, "
to use an old saying, Mr. Jefferson still, with
true Virginia hospitality and politeness, in
vited his travelling companion to alight and
partake of some refreshment. Haines was
about getting from his boom, when it came
into hid head that he should ask his com
panion's name.
"Jefferson," said the president, blandly.
"The d—l! What, Thomas Jefferson'!"
"Yes, sir, Thomas Jefferson."
"President Thomas Jeffersonl" continued
the, astonished federalist.
"The same," rejoined Mr. Jefferson.
"Well, my name is Baines!" and,putting
spurs to his horse, he was out of hearing in
stantly. This, we have beon informed, was
the origin of the phrase.
, • _
BEAUTY.--How'often do we hear men,
eager in the pursuit of partners for life, in
quire ter beautiful women; and yet how
brief the existence of what they see, and
how unproductive of happiness in its peas
ession.
We know full well the satisfaction that
sleeps beneath the snow-white lids of a beau
tiful eye ; in the haughty curl of an exqui
site lip ;„ in the blush of a rose that leaps
into the budding cheek;'and the fine turn
of a swanlike neck, the gentle motion of a
syminetrical form, or in the shadowy redun
dance of dark and beautifully flowing tress•
es. • 'rhe Learts of the young and passionate
leap gladly, and are filled with wild impul- J
see, whilst gazing upon these things—but
when the soul is scrutinized, and found un
blessed by elevated thoughts and generous
imaginings, .
when the intellect is uncultur
ed, and the imagination cold, the slumber
of forgetfulness will soon fall upon the dream
of beauty, and the flame of affection be
quenched in apathy or disgust.
With men of genius, strong feelings and
powerful passions are ever associated, and
if beauty is unmingled with the qualities of
wild thought and affliction ; if delicacy and
virtue are not admirably blended with
mental attractions, the light of love will
I soon be extinguished, and the general im
pulses of the bosom chilled by apathy • and
contempt. Men of intellect may yield a
momentary homage to a beautiful woman
dispossessed of their facinations : even a
village urchin will chase the gilded wing of
a butterfly, but in both cases the external
splendor pulls upon the senses, and some
thing .of an innate character is sought for,
to sustain the regard which beauty excited.
Nothing is so flattering to the feelings of
man, as the exhaustless and quenchless re•
gar& of a sensible female, and no incense
so rich can be offered upon the shrine of a
woman's ambition, as the avowed and en
thusiastic affection of a man of genius.
Beauty I thou art a mean and unmeaning
toy, when contrasted with depth of feeling
and power of mind, and she who would ag
grandize to herself consequences from the
little ambition of personal beauty, is too
imbecile in her aspirations, to merit the
attention clan elevated thinker.
UNCLAIMED BALANCES.—By a law of the
State, our Banks are obliged to report all
old balances in Banks of over four years
standing. On examining the returns of the
Manhattan , Bank, wo find there are nearly
two hundred individuals having balances
there, amounting to about eleven thousand
five hundred dollars and among them are
balances of very ancient standing. Most
of the persons aro broke, dead, or moved
off Among those deceased is the celebra
ted Thomas Paine. This person died, as
was believed in abject poverty, at the house
of old Carver, and left 8125 7 cts. in tho
Manhattan Bank. This amount ought to
have gone to old Carver, who died a few
days since in the greatest distress. The
amount of unclaimed dividends is about
four thousand dollars, some of which have
lain nearly forty years uncalled for.
A Nstv GRAND= Hnia.-,-The Pica
yune is learnedly engaged m declining the
verbs abequatulate and Swartwout and goes
into it in the following manner :
" Here is the verb absquatulate, the de
rivation. declension and definition thereof:
—squat, to sit down; absquai, to get up;
abaguatulise, to be oil'; abaquatulised, gone
—gone, for instance, to Texas, or—the de
vil only knows where. So far, so good;
n 0,.. for Swartwout ; twout, to run; &ma
rrow, running ; Spartwoutise, last running;
Steartwoutieed, the fastest kind of running,
or out of sight. Certainly, Switrtwoutise,
absqualulate—tho ise have it.
Arrt-Ton.liceo.—A law has been re
cently promulgated in the Swiss canton of
the Valais, prohibiting all persons under 25
years of age from smoking, under a penal
ty officio and imprisonment.
CIIEAP TrlA.varzirro.--Passengers are
now convoyed from Providence -to New
York, via Stonington, for 83; and in the ,
splendid steamer Rhode Island, via New./
port, tor One Dollar !
It is a curious fact, that some alike very
best endorsements of Gen. Harrison's:noble
character, were furnished a number ofyeara
since by Col. R. M. Johnson, Thomas
Ritchie, Johq M. Nike, acid iewic MIL