4clitat -. 40b. 11;0141,:ticitit • iteilititt [D. A. lIIIEIII.KR, EDITOR AND PROPRIETOR. VOL. XV11. 7 -3. I POETRY Forgive and Forget. 2y the author of "Proverbial Philosophy." When streams of unkindness as bitter as gall, Bubble up from the heart to the tongue, And meekness is Writhing in torment and thral By the hand of ingratitude wrung— In the heat of injustice, unwept and unfair, While the anguish is festering yet, None, none but an angel of God can declare: "I now can forgive and forget." But if the bad spirit is chased from the heart, And the lips are in penitence steeped, With the wrong so repented the wrath will depar Though scorn on injustice were heaped : For the best compensation is paid for all ill, When the cheek with contrition is wet— • And every one feels it is possible still, At once to forgive and forget. To forget 1 It is hard for a man with a mind, However his heart may forgive, To blot out all perils and dangers behind, And but for the future to live; Then how shall it be? For at every turn Recollection the spirit will fret, And the ashes of injury smoulder and burn, Thotlgh we strive to forgive and forget. Oh, hearken! my tongue shall the riddle unseal, And mind shall be partner with heart, While thee to thyself I bid conscience to reveal, And show thee how evil thou art ; Remember thy follieS, thy sins,and thy crimes— How-vast is that infinite debt ! Yet mercy has seven by seventy times Been swift to forgive and forget. Brood not on dsults or injuries old, For thou art injurious too— Count not the sum till the total is told, For thou 'art unkind and untrini And all thy harms arc forgOtten, forgiven, Now mercy with justice is mefl; Oh, who would not gladly take lesons of Heaven, Nor learn to forgive and forget ? Yes, yes, let a man, when his enemy weeps, Be quick to receive him a friend ; - - For thus on his head in kindness he heaps Hot coals to refine and amend : A.nd hearts that are Christian more eagerly yearn, As a nurse on her innocent pet, Over lips that, once bitter, to penitence turn, And whisper forgive and forget. MISCELLANY. MABEL; OR THE DAYS OF CHIVALRY The sun had scarcely topped the high grounds which had enclosed the valley of ..-theitsleath, when its whole community, like bees disturbed, were seen in strange Commotion from the bartizan of the tower, whither the kinsmen had repaired to hold, some private converse while the morning meal was served in the hall below. It was well that this isolated place had been cho sen for the interview ; and feelings he would not have betrayed in the presence of any but a favorite kinsman, here were free-, ly vented while Hugh Maxwell consigned his beautious lady to his cousin's care.— Not a word escaped the young knight's lips, but silently wrung the borderer's hand, looked on with a melting eye, which but a brief month before, would have kindled at, a call to arms, then whispered in the bride groom's ears,— "Hugh, when I neglect the trust thou bast confided to me, may dishonor sit upon my Crest and Heaven reject the recreant !" The last sad meal was now over, the secret parting of two young hearts, whose dream of bliss had been almost too exquisite for mortals to imagine, and the dispersion of which had caused the poignance of grief attendant on human mutability, when the bowl of joy, sparkling at the laughing lip, is dashed from the drinkers grasp, by the withering touch of unexpected misfortune— this may be fancied but not written. The borderers were in the saddle. Ralph Max-, well's pennon was flaunting in the wind, and as powerful a brown charger as ever bore a full armed knight upon a battle-field pawed the earth impatiently. Why dallies the lingering rider, while every face be side responded to a proud motto with which a king had once rewarded the alacrity of that gallant house when their royal master had called them to his aid ? Cold man ! little knowest thou what the lover feels' when severed from a bride—and such a bride, too, as Mabel Foster. The knight of Carlavprock guessed well the scene that was passing in the tower—'twas charity to end it. "Sound the bugle, Hubert !" he said to an attendant; and, ere the bugle note was answered by the mountain echo, Dark Hugh was in the saddle. • The ri ders silently remarked that their chief's vizor was down, the word to march came .through the close-barred helmet ; for, vere the truth known, a moistened cheek was hidden beneath the steel head-piece of ' the borderer. As slowly as the gallant horsemen passed through the winding strath, many a glistening eye was turned on the loved riders for the last time. Two female forms were seen upon the bartizan which overlooked_the valley; one Was-the deserted bride, the other Hugh Maxwell's mother. In silent agony, poor Mabel's tear-dimmed eye followed the receding fi gure of her handsome lord, and a wild burst of lamentation marked her sorrow; When a huge rock shut the riders from her view. Well might the fairbride grieve ! "Long may.that lady look in vain ! Sho ne'er shall .re his gallant train Come sweeping hack." Oft from that' bat-az:in the aged—dame who stood at Mailers side had viewed fife hold moss-troopers, who rode at the coin mand of her departed lord, prance merrily down the swath when ' , bound lin the bor- der,'" and hvn liar sun'g, followers reach- From Frazcr's Magazine ed the spot where the crag projected its rock mass from the hill-side, she counted the horsemen deliberately, as file after file they disappeared behind it. "By Saint Andrew, a noble troop !" she murmured; "three and twenty sta!wart riders ! Ha! would they were more or less by one,—never did that number bring luck to the name of Maxwell !" " Alas !" returned the sobbing bride, what racks my bosom is not the number who ride out, but that which may return." That speech was fraught with evil s au gury. Of the sturdy band that left the strath, who, hand to hatid, would have bid den buffet with the stoutest forayers who I ever swam the ,Tweed, but five returned with life,— "To town and town, to down and dale"; To tell red Flodden's dismal tale, And raise the universal Ivail. Tradition, legend, timeand song, Shall many an age that wail prolong ; Still from the sire the son shall hear Of the stern strife and carnage &ear', Of Flodden's fatal field— Where shivered was fair Scotland's spear, And broken was her shield." • More than a twelvemonth had elapsed since Hugh Maxwell and his retainers had ridden from the wadi of, Glensleath—a nother harvest had come round. But, `Olt ! what a contrast did the lonely glen present to that which it had'exhibited when the sickle the pieceding year had been put in requsition! Scaice half the crofts in spring time had felt the ploughshare„a slight re turn ofgrain remunerated imps feat tillage; but still the frightful picture of the fearful consequences which follow war, might have been found defective, had not the ap pearance of those who were employed in gathering the wretched harvestgivenstrong but tacit evidence. In the ill-cultivated fields, with a few exceptions, old age and youth alone were 'toiling ; not a full-grown form Was seen among the feeble group, .and-woman es sayed the labor which lusty manhood should have claimed. Where were the' bold riders of the strath ? few were resting in their father's grave—the bones of more were resting on the cold - hill-side of Flodden. Many a proud family in Scot land had sad reason to curse the folly of their rash and wayward king ; but none had greater cause to lament the monarch's in fatuation, than the once important house of Nithsdale. When theleft wing of the Scot tish army was broken, and the, sight had disbanded for the sake of plunder, the fury of the English chivalry was launched against the centre, where the Maxwells were arrayed beneath the royal banner.— Gallant, but unavailing, was the resistance of that devoted family while they withstood' the combined efforts of Surrey's left wing and the English reserve ; while "Front, flank, and rear, their squadrons sweep, To break the Scottish circle deep, That fought around their king. ' But yet, though thick the shafts as snow, Though charging knights like whirlwinds go, Though billmen ply the ghastly blow, Unbroken was the ring ; The stubborn spearmen still made good Their dark, impenetrable wood, Each stepping where his comrade stood Tho instant that he fell. No thought was there of dastard flight, Linked in the serried phalanx tight; Groom fought like noble—squire like knight, As fearlessly and well, Till utter darkness closed her will O'er their thin host and wounded king." Of five brothers of the house of Carley crock, four died sword in hand—the fifth, young Ralph, being carried from the field by a devoted follower, when Surrey drew off his forces, and from the ied hill-side, "Chiefs, knights, and nobles, many a one The sad survivor—all were gone." It may be readily imagined that the ter rible defeat sustained by the Scottish army, on the fatal oth of September, plunged the kingdom into universal grief ; for there was hardly a noble house throughout the land which had not relatives to mourn.— If the castle were fearfully visited, the cot tage did not escape—peasant and peer had been involved in the same desperate calam ity ; and when tile name of Flodden was heard, the old man shuddered for the son he lost, and the smile died on the infant's cheek whom that disastrous day had ren dered fatherless. In affliction so general, that of the Maxwells was pre-eminent; for, from the proud earl to the common spearman, many a bereaved family was "left lamenting." Alas ! two hundred of the clan had Callen.' Of the many who did not return from the "lost battle," the gallant bridegrooni of Mabel Foster was unhappily included.-.. For many a day succeeding the fatal flight, wounded stragglers dragged themselves to their native glens ; and there, were the hurt medicable, the gentle agency of wo man was not employed in vain ; and if the injury was mortal, the eyes of the dying , borderer were closed by those he loved in I life. Weeks passed, but Hugh of Glens ' loath 'did not come back to his fair bride and lonely tower—nor haathe border beau ! ty the pleasure of smoothing the pillovi of him for'whom kindred and home had been abandoned. Nor to the falleri knight were the rights of Christian sepulchre per mined. Like his royal master's,' Hugh Maxwelle corpse could not be distinguished among the maimed bodies which heaped the battle-field, and with many a departed gal lant he filled a common grave. Slowly and doubtfully young Ralph's recovery proceeded. Months intervened, before lie _regained strength to keep the, saddle; but the moment hp' was able to qc- . , complish thejourney he hastened to the GETTYSBURG, PA., FRIDAY EVENING, APRIL 3, 1846 house of mourning to offer his condolence to the sufferer, and acquaint the bereaved one that her deceased lord had committed the fair widow to his cousin's care. In deed protection was required. The `con sequences of border warfare were always the loosing upon the world a number of reckless men, whom loss of property or kindred had driven to desperation. Hith erto the Maxwells were too powerful to dread any wandering marauders, who pass ed them 1?y, to plunder others with impu nity. But the strength of the proud house was shorn—their best and bravest tiere no more—freebooters no longer respected a name whose anger once the boldest receiv er on the borders would not have ventured to provoke. Of all the detached, families of the house of Carlaverock, that of Glens leath had suffered most 'severely ; and ere six months had passed after the defeat of Flodden, twice had the strath been foray ed and a quantity of cattle driveh off. The meeting of Mabel Maxwell and her fair kinsman, was affecting; for the last time she had looked upon her lord, when living, was itt the presence of young Ralph, and the fatal parting with her lover was painfully recalled. In the appearance of both, "tokens true" of that calamitous day for Schtland, which laid "her king, her lords, her mightiest low," were visible. The youthful knight no longer exhibited "footstep, light and spirit high," as he en tered the hall of his deceased kinsman; the bloom had faded from -his cheek, and the bright blue eye was lustreless ; while She, the once famed border flower, habited in sable weeds, threw herself in speechless agony upon her kinsman's breast, and sob bed as if her heart were bursting. Gently the youth whispered his condolence—min-' utes elapsed—and suddenly another im pulse seized the mournershe sprang from the_ arms of him who supported, signed to her cousin - to be seated by .her side, wiped her tears away, and in a voice that had as sumed astonishing composure shcr asked, ' "Tell me how Hugh Maxwell died !" "Alas ! dear Mabel," said - the young knight, "even in that I.ani unable to pleas ure thee, for, ere that sad event occurred, I was borne to the earth by an English ri der, and how I was dragged afterwards froM thefield I wot not. Evening was' closing. Lord Dacre's .horse assailed our centre furiohsly ; hedging their wounded monarch with their bodies, the flower of tho Scottish nobles were lighting hand to hand, English chivalry charged where the royal banner still formed a ral lying point for those who disdained to fly. In the thickest of the fray, and for the last time, I heard by brother's war-cry, and at his right hand I saw thy noble husband dealing death around. I knew no more.— Hark ! a bugle !" As the young knight spake be sprang front his seat, and looked from the case ment of the tower, which opened down the glen. "A. sturdy band !" he cried ; "St. George emblazoned on their pennon, too! Eng lish, by Heaven !" Young Mabel gazed at the horsemen, who were now within a bow-shot of the tower. Paler and paler grew her cheek; at last suspicion changed to certainty, and, sinking to the seat she had risen from, she exclaimed, "May the Virgin protect me ! It is my father! His frown will kill me !" A few Minutes passed. Young- Ralph endeavored to restore the lady's courage. The ringing of spurs and rapiers was-heard as several armed men ascended the stone stairs, the door flew open, and the warden of the middle marches entered the hall. Whatever might have been the old knight's intents, and whether he had come reproach a daughter who had erred in fi -1 lial duty anti deserted her father's hall, his angry mood instantly gave place to pity.— The stern countenance of the warden soft ened, he paused within a pace or two • of. his agitated child. "Mabel !" he said in a voice whose com passionate tones betrayed at once the feel ings of the father—"how couldst thou wound the pride and wring tile heart of one who loved thee so fondly as I did ?" In another moment nature did the rest, the child was sobbing on her parent's bo som, and tears stole down tile rugged cheeks of one of the rudest warriors of that rude day. * * Six months elapsed ; the feud between the Fosters and the Max wells had been staunched, and under the joint protection of two potent houses the relict of Hugh Glensleath remained un- disturbed in her lonely towers. Her cas tle was respected, forayers no longer ven tured to approach the strath. The spirit of her late husband's kindred, which Red Flodden had almost crushed, was gradually reviving. Once more two hundred Max wells could take the saddle, and as - many Fosters were ready to ride at the fair one's command. Mabel had become a mother, and on the third day after the anniversary of her lord's death, his relict laid aside her mourning, and prepared to welcome a goodly compa ny who were expected that afternoon' to honor the" melancholy ceremony, which was to give a dead father's name to his or phan heir. When evening came, the hall was crowded with high born guests, while court yard and offices below were thronged 'with their squires and attendants. • The sacred rite was over, a noble banquet followed, all Went merry as a marriage bell, and in deep_ draughts the Maxwellsand Fosters pleoked each_Other right lion _ "FEARLESS AND FREE. estly, that for the future their pennons should flutter side by side, and their pick ers ride shoulder to shoulder. But' in that merry hall more than one aching heart was beating. The baptismal rite had painfully recalled the memory of her deceased lord to the beauteous Widow, while sanctioned by a parent's consent, her former admirer ' was about to renew his suit, and urge, for the second time, his claims upon the fair Mabel's hand. In the deep recess formed by a casement, Ralph of Carlaverock was standing alat from the company, engaged in a deep converse with a palmer, and so deeply were the company engaged ;n joy ous revelry that none seemed to notice or regard them. • At last the noisy merriment subsided fora moment, when the bold knight of Cold inghan announced health to the heir and happiness to the lady of the tower. The loud pledge within was answered by a loud cheer without,-as every goblet was drained: to'the bottom, and fora time theglen echoed back the festive outburst. When silence returned, he of Coldingbam respectfully ad dressed the beauteous widow, urged his unshaken love, reclaimed a hand, his for merly, and by a father's sanction. Deep silence followed the knight'§ dec- : laration, and every eye rested on Mabel Maxwell. - Ralph's cheeks turned pale, and as the palmer stretched his tall figure from the recess, he too seemed hanging on the lady's answer with deeper interest than one removed-from Worldlfanxieties - might be supposed' to feel. The warden whis pered in his daughter's car—it might be to restore her courage or back her lover's suit. Pallid and trembling, the fair one rose. For a few moments her lips appeared to move; but node could catch what fell from them. Some sudden impulse seemed to nerve her—her eyes turned on the wall a gainst which the blood-stained pennoit and (tinted. head-piece of her departed lord were hung, and with a returning calmness which surprised the company, she thus addressed the knight :• _ - "I thank you, noble sir, for the honor you have conferred, & the courtesy with which you have overlooked a former disappoint ment. For the constant love you profess, a widowed heart like mine could find none to make a suitable return. With the.dead my affections arc hurried, and the hand given'to him who rests on Flodden side shall neverihe pledged to living man a gain 1" The knight by turns became red and pale. His pride was wounded, and, sooth to say, the refusal on the lady's part was rather unexpected. The warden appear, ed still more mortified, and springing up 'he caught his daughter's hand. "Nay, sir knight !" he exclahned,"heed: hernot !—'tis but a woman's waywardness ! Mabel, thou wedded once to pleasure thy self, and thou shalt mate thee now to please thy father! Knight of Coldingham thus do I plight thee the hand of Mabel Max well ! ' "I deny thy right and I forbid the cere mony !" exclaimed a deep voice from the recess, and the palmer stepped forward to the centre of the hall. '•Who art thou ?" exclaimed the angry warden, "who dares gainsay a father's • power?" "One who brings tidings from the Holy Land, where, under vow of miraculous re- covery, he has for many a month been wan Bering," "Peace, fellow !" returned the warden, "doss thou impugn a father's right to re place a dead htitheitil with.a living one ?" "How know ye that the fair dame is witlowed?" demanded the stranger. "Pshaw ! thy words, Palmer, are sheer mockery ! the knight rests in his grave." " "cis false !--the knight stands in this hall!" and flinging his russet cloak away, Mabel sprang into the stranger's arms and fainted on his bosom. As the lady gradually recovered, Dark Hugh murmured as he pressed the lovely one to his heart, and covered her blushing cheeks with kisses : "Yes, Mabel, fondly does the memory of that blessed evening return that made the border flower mine, and all that beau ty can bestow was given me in thy peer less self;—all that fancy could picture I found realized, sweet girl, in thee! But ah! what was the lover's rapture to that with which I press thee to this bosom, now my own—my tried—my faithful one ?" TUE PRIMAL CURSE.—Labour is some times thought to be part of the woe pro bounced upon Adam. We do not so read it; or, if a woe, it is a lesser woe driving out the greater. We are more inclined to look on idleness as the curse, and labor as the cure. How often are these two words curse and cure, mis-spelt, and one taken for the other ; and what mischief arises ! The A B C of morals is thought very plant, but learners make sad mistakes.,.. ' Tlie following is the best definition o a loafer we have yet seen: "A person wh.. begs all the tobacco he uses—knows more people than are acquainted with him, when he meets them—ofteit 'looks at his bor rowed watch to seethe time, and takes the papers six months and then slopes." , Judge McLean declines the Presidency of the American Bible Society. The time Of Ito Wing courts renders it impracticable for him tit be present at the - ammaL meet ings.of the Society, and he, therefore de clines to assume the duly Which he `can tut dischae, . From the German of Richter. I "LOON TO THE SENATE!" are' the. om i- THE LANGUAGE OF THE HEART. nous words of warning with . which . the Once came the roving genius of the hu- Senate has been assailed. We accept the, man race to Jupiter, and prayed "Father, watch-word, while we despise the. Wen ! give to men a better language. They have tion that gave it utterance. We do look only words to express joy, grief or love." to the Senate. We rejoiceto believe that , ' "Have I not given them tears ?" said Ju -1 the country lookti to it, with well-founded" piter, "tears of joy, tears ofsorrow, tears of confidence in its . wisdom and liatrietisin,. love ?" The Genius replied, "tears do notwithstanding the attempts of .doma-' not speak all the heart. Father, give them gogues to weaken its ' influence with the another speech, that they may utter their I people, simply because it stands like a infinite longings,--may paint the lingering 1 rock .in the way .oe their rash and wicked' light of the morning star of childhood- 7 -0 r 1 devices. The country has owed its or.' the rosy dawn of youth, or the golden glow 'ration to the Senate more than onee ? '.and_, of the life to cone, shed on the clouds be- w e are happy in believing that we are a 7, fore them, after the sun has set. Give . bout being indebted to it again for saving them a language of the heart, my father." (us from the guilt-and misery of a war' for; Then Jupiter heard amid the melody of the I the wilds of Oregon. •The presses of ' the spheres, the Muse of Song approaCh. He' ultra Locofocos are unanimous and 'deter: - beekoned_to him and said: "Go unto men mined in their hostility to the Senate,* be and teach them thy language." The Muse, cause they find its sober counsels a fatal' of Song came down to Men and taught I font° their wild and ever-changingschemes, them Music, and from that time the heart For this very purpose it' was ' created by could speak.. the constitution, and for fulfilling its of ice deserves, and will receive, the confidence and honor of the nation. ' New Jersey Fredonian.- PRIDE IN DRESS---A FABLE FOR THE YOUNG-A little boy and girl were once seated on a flowery bank, and talk ing proud ly about their dress. "See," said the boy, "Mtt a beautifid—ne* hat I liave got; what ,a fine blue jacket and trousers ; and what a nice pair of shoes ; it is not every one who is dressed so finely as' I am !" "Indeed, sir," said the little girl, "I think I-am dressed finer than you, for I have 019, a silk hat awl pelisse, and a fine feather in my hat; I ow that my dress cost a great deal of money." "Not so much as mine," said the boy, "I know." • . "llold your peace," said a caterifillar, crawling near in the hedge; "you have neither of you'any reason to be so proud of your clothes, for tilt) , are only second, handed; and hair& - all been worn by some creature or other, of which you think but meanly,- before they were put upon you.— 'Why, that silk hat first wrapt up such a worm as I am." - "There, Miss, what do you say to that?" said the boy. "And the feather," exclaimed a bird, perched upon a tree—" Was stolen from, or cast oiTby one of my race." "What do you say to that, Miss ?" re peated the boy. "Well, - my clothes were neither worn by birds nor worms." "True;" said a,sheep, grazing close by, "but they were worn on the back of some of my family before- they were yours ;.and, as for your hat, I know that the beavers have supplied the fur for that article; and my friends, the calves and oxen, in that field, were killed not merely to get their flesh to eat, but also to get their skins to make your shoes." /- See the folly Of; being proud of our clothes, since we are indebted.to the mean est creature for them ; and even then we could not use them, if God did not give us the wisdom to contrive the best way of making them fit to wear, and the means of procuring them for our comfort. THE DRUNKARD'S WILL.-I leave to so ciety a ruined character, a wretched me mory that will soon rot. I leave to my parents during the rest o their lives, as much sorrow, as humanity, in a feeble and desperate state, can sustain. I leave to my brother and sister as much mortification and injury as I could well bring on them. I leave to my wife, a broken heart, a life of wretchedness, a ,shame to weep over them, a premature death. I give and bequeath to each of my chil- ren, poverty, ignorance, a low character, and remembrance that their father was a drunkard. GOOD Nistonnoattooe.—About three weeks since a saw and grist-mill were burnt at Vinalhaven. It was whispered_ about among the neighbors over the Island that, on a certain day, all the men and boys should assemble with teams, and spend at lea one day for the benefit of the sufferer. At .evn the town was in motion.— . , Iltitive ;On and kwo hundred men, and thirty-five teams repaired to the woods, and soon the• oldlnill-site became throb:gad with sturdy laborers. The timber for tIO' two mills was hauled, hewn, and . thewliole nearly ready for raising before night. ' That was the- right spirit; and, with such aprin T ciple of benevolence in active exercise, most of the crushing rigors of life: could be greatly mitigated or prevented. Bangor. Whig. ALTIMORE - CONFERENCE.—The Balti more Conference of the Methodist Episco pal Church has unanimously resolved -to remain in connexion with the Methodist Episcopal Church; to resist, as it uni formly done from the first, the introduction of slavery among its members; to hold nd connexion with any eclesiastical body that shall make non-slaveholding a condition of membership in-the church, and to stand by the dicipline as it is. The 'Conference has also expressed its determination to fa vor the division of the general funds of the Church, as provided for in the plan of sep aratiOn. There was at no time any warmth of feeling or division of seniimeut I respecting these matters. So says a letter from a member of tl i te Conference; publish ed' in the North American. • . SCRATCHt:B 124 HonsEs.--The sprinkling oflia.ster of Paris on stable floors, is not only an excellent plan for retaining the ter. tilizing gait ef . Amonia for manure, but it prevents horses having the. scratches Qr sore heels.- TI RMS-TWO DOLLARS PER ANNTM.] WHOLE NO. 835 SALT TO AID DECOMPOSITION.—Prof. Johnson has done more than any other man to extend the use of salt as a manure,by giv ing to the world his excellent essay on salt used on soils, and the mass of experiments he has recorded. It appears that salt in small portions, promotesAlte decompodi-% tion of animal and vegitable itibstances ; that it destroys vermin and kills weeds ; that it is a direct constituent of som'e plants,' and therefore necessary to their perfection; that all.cultivated plants of marine origin contain it; asparagus for instance; and all such succeed better when watered with salt-water, than when deprived of it ; that salt preserves vegetables from injury by' sudden transitions - in--temperature, salted soils not freezing as readily *as those to wnich salt has not been applied, and that it renders the earth more capable of absorb invite moisture of the atmosphere. _ The seed of sin-flowers has been found to render chickens not only fat, but the flesh is also rendered tender and juicy.—,' An experiment„ stated in , the New Eng land Farmer, in which fowls were shut up.: and fed with those seeds, is worthy., the ,; special attention of farmers. AGRICULTURAL Errrnapirunr.—A noble Agricultural enterprise is now 'kaki' importing into this country that variety of the Peruvian sheep known ii ‘ 8 the . Alpaca. They will thrive well at t e South, and companies have been former) in - Kentucky, , and other States, and funds raised, and a vessel will soon proceed on a voySge for importing the Alpaca. SECRET FOR A FARMER'S WlFE.—While the milking of your cows •is going on, let your pans be placed in a kettle of , boiling water. Strain the milk into one of the pans taken hot from the kettle, and cover the same with another of these hot pans, and proceed in like manner with the whole mess of milk, and you will find'that you will have double the quantity of good rich cream, and that you will get double the quantity of sweet delicious -butter. SHEEP DESTROYED.—In the different counties in the state of Ohio, sad havoc is made' by the dogs among the sheep. -In . Warren county alone it is estimated that 300 are thus destroyed annually, and that in the State the damage issBo,ooo by this mode of destruction. A farmer in Warren county lately lost fifty sheep by dogs in a single night... rowe.—Efforts are making towards di viding this Territory so that it may fOrn° two convenient States. The line proposed is the - forty-second degree of north latitude: The southernmost division of the territor, would then be about one hundred and twen ty,miles wide, thus forming a State com pact accessible from all points. 'rhe north- ern &vision will contain the larger super ficies. GUILT.-Guilt, though it may attain tem poral splendor, can never confer real hap piness. The evil consequences of our rimeslong survive their commission, and like the ghosts of the murdered, for ever haunt the steps of the malefactor.. The , paths of virtue, though seldom those of worldly greatness, arealways those of plea-. santness 4nd peace.--Sir Walter Scott. Too TauE.--The time was when intlui try was fashionable, and none were asha med to practice it. Such times have changed: fashion rules the world, and la bor has gone out of fashion, with.those that live without it, and those thaferi'H and until a reform is had, and industry - gain become fashionable; we may bid.fare well to many a comfort we might Wiwi wise enjoy!' At a late sitting of the Mass setts Legislature, the organization of 'a. It . town being under consideration, se were suggested. At length a pro posed.as the Flame, Ashland, an overwhelming aye,val instantly Aidopti. ed. • • - At a bite annirbary dinner of the, Bal timore Typographies' Society, some,. 'ry po gave in the devßitiop.obbi crifi to , l the , ladies in the followingtOut , „ The sweetest typal:Ton tbeeettle.p pyettrestitwee4—thqi bsirestikere... • , 'The lot . liestiowersitiatt'sr-itild------ Or ever, clung a utest's esikbrikatr''
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