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fanny
I love Fa W 11011)V,
And that tia! tchV, ym
(10 thee, l.,;.tnny Willoughby,
And cannot lot thee be ;
sing for . thee, 1 sit li Inc thee.
And oh, you may depend on't,
11l Weep for thee, 111 die for thee,
And that will be the end on.t.
I love thy form so tall and straight,
To me it always rccins
As if it %veie the counterfeit
01'sorne seen in dream.; ;
It makes we feel as if I had
An angel by my sale;
And then I Illlfik so had,
You will not be Inv Vide.
I love thy clear and hazel eye;
say the blue is fairer,
coniesi, ill it lorm,:rly
I thoil4lll lilt: bine the rarer :
%Ong' 1 aaiv thine e.:,e clear,
Thou 411 perii:ctiy at lest,
did kneel down, and l did s‘VeUt.
The hazel win, the best,
We :0 pale
The 111 d.tv . Idllg `
trusting tilt,
11 . 0,11,1 fuudlq dill) In
Iliought It :nit!
01 I,y Ow
Chu clhirii CIO' port , tant about,
'1 he VII . ;;iw; and t 11,2 Vctiuse,.
I iota the i.c.ar,(l-; that from thy lip
(;tish hulily.antl hee,
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- that Iron] their Cll.Verliti !dip
prattle to the ;
Tbe melody for itye (hob , r ti, i l
fo heart:, by •urrie.v FIN eii,
Aviit Ilion I tbittk, ;tab tht u Ijol,
chat ttith,le cmucs Crow Ileavoa.
NOW VlStell, VAlllly \V
To st Ilat I c annot keep
1%1 y days ye rob
illy night.; to lob nl ideep ;
Atilt you don't relrot, t Ily I
reVe you a:tll 1110 lull,
For p 11111,1 11.11.0 ve,it,
\Val kill toy:gilt', I %% al.
Thus love did trill); drive rile mad,
r"v
I toll my tale, 6.d I r.ay,llall
NVl:h.oAhhy ;
And tmodo•rt ‘voidd,
IVhelt love he! heart did horn.
And Faimy maiden
.Inl.lll/11111itir , ,I a tettuth
Arid so l wooed l'an
A maiden like a ihit e;
f.o I \von ran
The maiden of ill y l ove ;
Thoi.e4h ['anti• years have pasieil inc
And she i In Ole
1 'lever, never can lorgiA
tis.t vet Fanny \\-tilmigittiv
Fur the -Star a ;tali
To "diappa."
Oh, Kappa, what Ii as crazed thee so
Uy w bat delusion driven,
To thiltht that wocoan's hot a show,
clod then. presume to slander so
It is not true, by heaven!
And 1.,0-e illy words of In cry tongue,
I,,dthL: hoe, of even,
itypici son'„ •
l~ !ten romcieucc tells 11011 he n, rerun
There's nothing pure ai tcuut 111.
Ah, kThrpri, rou're the tickle thin;
11 ) , di z ,viien,Thileat . dri yen,
In such a roinl to c e nt your spleen,
Atnl Isar to let your tyante lte sci•ti,
Thou irlitioloier
Getty burg, Fcpt:,l
S E C 1"I' 111, E
From 11;;• Colifinbitta ;11azitzine
FISIII I AL
BY FANNY FORIZESTER
Study, study, study ! Trudge, trud r -c,
trudge ! Sew, sew, sew ! Oh, ‘vhat
busy hundrum life was that of little Ally
Fisher ! Dayin, day out ; late and early,
from - week's end to week's end, it was all
the same. Oh, how Ally's feet, and head,
and hands ached ! And some times her
heart ached too—poor Alit! !
Ally was not an interesting. little girl;
she had no time to he interesting. Her
voice, true, was very sweet, but s n plain
tive ! Besides, you seldom heard it ; for
little, Ally Fisher's thoughts were so con
stantly occupied that it was seldom thew
found time. to come to her lips. No, Ally
was not interesting. Shc had never given
out the silver, - , care-free heart-laugh, which
we love ,so to hear from children ; she
could not laugh ; for, though scut to earth
a disimised ministering angel, vice had a
risen between her and all lire's briLdttness,
and clouded in her sun., And how can any
thing he interesting . ott which the shadow
of vice rests t: Instead of mirth, Ally had
given her young spirit to sorrow ; instead
of the bright flowers springing IT in the
pathway of blissful childhood, the swelling,
bursting, buds of hope that make our Spring
days so gay, Ally looked out upon a de
'Scrt wiilt but one oasis. Oh, how dear
was that bright spot, with its flowers all •
fadeless, its water sparkling, never-failing'
and living, its harps, its crowns, its sainted ,!
ones, it white-winged throng, its King—.
the King of [leaven—that kind Saviour who
loved her, who watched over her in her.
helplessness, who counted all her teat's,'
lightened her burdens, and was waiting
to take her in his arms and shelter her for-'
ever in his bosom. Little-Ally Fisher had
indeed nile pure, precious source of happi
ness and that was whythe grave did not
open beneath her childish feet, and she go
doiwn into it for rest, worn out by her bur
den of sorrow, want and misery. 'Vet:Al
ly was not interestimr„ Wlivo other chil
dren were out playing . among the qujvcring
joyful Summer shadows, she ii ( iiwaY be-
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hind her di :k in the school-recta, sew
log. sewing, sewing. till her eyes ached
l away hack in her head, mid her little arm
felt as though it must drop.from her thin
shoulder. Odd ways these for a child.-
Ilow disagreeably mature ! It is a very
unpleasant thing too see children make old
women of themselves 1 Ah, then wo to
the sin—wo to,the summer who cheats a
young heart of its spring !
Neither was Ally beautiful: her face was
so thin and want-pinched, and her great
eyes looked so wo-hegonc ! How could
Ally be be beautiful with such a load of
care upon her, crushing beneath its iron
weight the rich jewels which God had
lavished upon her spirit ? It is the inner
beauty that shines upon the face, but all the
flowers of her young heart had been blast
ed. Iler curls were glossy enough, but
you could not help believing, when you
Looked upon them, that misery nestled in
their deep shadows ; her eyes were of
the softest, meekest brown, fringed with
rich sable, but so full of misery '• Iler
complexion was transparently fair, with
a tinge of blue instead of the warm, gene
rous heat-tide Nvhich belonged] to child
hood and youth. All her features were
pinched and attenuated, her hands were
small, and thin, and blue ; and her little
ligu ° re in its scanty, homely clothing, look
ed very much like a weed which has stood
too long in the Autumn time. No frail !so
delicate ! so desolate !
r I • And did auv body rove poor Ally Fislr
er—the busy bee—the humdrum work er—
the forlorn child, who vvas neither interest
ing nor beautiful 'No. one but her moth
ther—a pour, sad iuiuking woman, who
wore a hided green bonnet and a patched
chintz frock, and` who never stopped' to
smile or shake hands with any body when
she walked out of the village church. This
desolate, sad-hearted woman, with her bony
rowers and sharpened face—this dame
Fisher, whom the hoys'called scare-crow,
and the girls used to imitate in tableaux—
this strange woman, seeming in her visible
wretchedness scarce to belong to this bright
beautiful world, bore a measureless, ex
haustless fountain of love behind the fa
ded garment :old the ugly person ; and she
lavished all its holy ivealth upon poor lit
tle Ally. Ally had a father, too, but he
did not love her. .1 le loved nothing but
the vile grog shop at the corner of the
street, and the brown earthen jug which he
vet had humanity or shame enough to hide
in the loft. Al), now you see why Ally
Fisher was unhappy. Now von see the
vice in whose shadow the stricken child
tualored so r"l'idly• Now you are ready
to' exclaim with me, "Poor, poor Ally Fish
er ! God help her !"
" Ay, God help her!
Ally tried very hard to help herielf, hut
her mother was always very feeble, and
there were several little ones youtt!rer than
herself. What could poor Ally do ? She
wc . .nt to school—that she zenith/ do—be
t cause she never could accomplish any
thing at home in that small crowded room,
with all those thin-faced miserable little
creatures about her ; but she took her sew
ing with her, and every moment that she
could steal front her books was devoted to
earning bread.
Dame Fisher had looked earnestly for
ward to the time when Ally would be old
enough and had learned enough to vary
the monotonous character of lier.vmplov-
Jima and preside in the capacity of teach
er over the little school just over the hill.—
These mothers are so dotingly hopeful !
limy could she think of it, and Ally the child
of a drunkard ! To be sure this was the
only vice of which Billy 'Fisher had ever
been guilty. lie had never defrauded his
neighbors ; he had never, in better days,
when some who now despised him were
in his power, been oppressive to the poor;
he harmed no one nor wished harm to any ;
he had only degraded his own nature al
most to a bestial level, and poured out a
vessel of shame upon his own family. E
nough, to be sure but then Ally, she had
always been a g-entle, patient, toiling, fault . -
less child, mid why must she suffer for her
father's sin ? tVhat ! the daughter of the
drunken vagabond, Billy Fisher, a teacher
for their children ! 'What a presuming
minx she must be ! The idea WaS pre
posterous ? She must find other means
of supplying herself with the finery she
was prinking in of late ; let her go into the
kitchen where she belonged! Poor Ally!
she had wrought till midnight for a fort
night to prepare herself for presentation to
these fault-finders ; it' she had not, they
would have called hi'irragaintr§irz. Where
we look for a reasonable man ?
Ally was not much distressed. To be
sure, it was the breaking up of a long cher
ished dream, and the severer that tills had
been the only dream that she had dared to
cherish ; but the poor girl had a holy re
source, and she did not repine. She went
front the door, where each hope of her life
had been Cruelly crushed, with a swelling
heart and faltering step. Over the stile
across the way, the little blue eyes of the I
Spring violets were looking up lovingly I
from beds of moss ; the freed streams Were
danci!.tg gaily, flashing and sparklhor its fuel
sort-light; and on a brown mapljbough,,
where leaf-buds were swelling ready to
'burst with life, a little bird, the first Spribg
bird, earrolled as blithely asthough it might
bring Eden to a desolate, disappointed heart.
Ally Fisher heard it,' and the tears broke
over their fringed boundaries and fell in a I
sparkling shower upon her bodice. Then
she erosed the style and stream, and passed
the trees till she found a solitary nook w n'‘
GI TTYSBURG, PA. FRIDAY EVENING, SEPTEMBER .1, 1846.
in the heart of the wood; and here she
knelt and prayed. How strong was Ally
Fisher when she left her retreat ! The
arm of !Inn who was almighty was about
r
her. •
Ally Fisher passed with quite as light a
, foot as usual over the dried leaves through
I . ‘vhieli the tender Spring blades were pecp
ing, and beyond the borders of the wood,
till she came in sight of a beautiful central
lake, on the hanks of which the young
green was striving with the pallid spoils of
last year's frost. Ally Fisher was not very
observing—she was too thoughtful to be
observing—but as she emerged front the
wood she saw a person, probably a nurse,
walking near the lake with a little girl,
who danced and prattled and chipped her
tiny hands, now bounding front the path,
now half hiding her little head in the wo
man's dress, and then running forward with
all the guileless glee of a bird or but
terfly. Ally looked at her and felt the
warm tears creeping to her. Why had
she' never been thus happy ! And why
should that terrible shadow which had set
led on her cradle, darken at this point so
full of strange wondrous inicrest, now
when she was
tandnn;, with reluctant
Where brook and river meet,
Womanhood arid childhood fleet !
riazing ‘vitli a timid glance,
(hi the brooklet's swift athance,
r hi the r vet's broad expanse!'
']'he tears crept to Ally's eyes, but they
had no time, to fall. tihc heard a shriek
land saw the woman cowering over. the
Venre of die lake, her hands clasped as
thouirli in au erstacy of agonized fears.
"The thought Ally, as site sprang
forward, new life in every limb and light
ing up her eye. •
tihe was right. The little one was just
rising to the sufwe after her first terrible
plunge. Ally caught a glimpse of a pale
:ronized face, then a fold of scarlet, and
all disappeared, except the suecessiVe rings
formed by the rippling water.
"It is not deep, not very deep," she
said, half to herself, half to the careless
nurse, —were I only taller."
tike stepped , into the water carefully as
though to insure in the outset a firm tOot
imr. Another step and the water grew
deeper—another—another. The water
had risen above her waist and her slight
figure scented swayed by its adulations.
Dare she go tardier.? Oh, the lake was
so still—only a ripple on it. surface, and a
life—trine at stake! Again on one more
step—the little scarlet dress appeared just
before her. But one short step more
falters—reels—and grasps it ! Now
! :See, she pauses deliberately to
steady herself! Iler presence of mind,
even in the moment of triumph, has not
forsaken her, and her foot is still
She returns slowly, safely to the, shore
and sinks with her recrered human
treasure at thefeet of the twrilied nurse.
Ally Fisher opened her large wondering
eyes upon a strange scene. Her head
lay upon a pilloW of rich velvet ; and she
turned from her singular couch to magni
ficent folds of drapery, heavy golden cords
half hidden in their soft shadows, rich
massive furniture, the use of which she
did not understand—all the wonders of this
magic palace—quite unheeding a kind face.
\villa bent anxiously over her.
"Oh, I was so careless and you so good !"
was the fir“ exclamation she heard; and
then from a sofa at the other side of the
romp came a pale beautiful lady, who whis
pered, "Dear child ! (od bless her ?" in
hi - my tremulous tones, as-though the terror
had not yet gone from her heart.
"Does she recover 1" inquired another
voice. It was that of a man, and though
strong there was now a subdued tremor in
it which gave evidence that the string on
which it vibrated had been lately jarred by
fear and sorrow. "Does she recover ?
Tleis noble deed has made her oar's as Mar
cia is. She shall never go back to that
poor hovel again."
"MV mother !" was Ally'S answering
remark ; "Oh, she will be so , frightened!
Imust go to my mother now. '
It was in vain that the lady and her
hnsiiand•and even the attending physician
insisted on her remaining until she was
quite recovered, and offered to send for
her mother. Ally rose to her feet and
smiled her usual sad smile.
"I am well, quite well. It didn't hurt
me iftly ; I was only frightened because I
thought the poor little girl was dead. To
he sure I shouldn't fear the dead, but when
hail her in my arms—are you sure she
will get well 1"
“She will, and it was you who saved
her. life."
All shuddered. "Uh ! her cheek was
cold! just like like little Willie's. But
you say she get well, lam very glad,
though sometimes I think it would be a
pleasant thing to die and go to heaven
where Jesus Christ is. It is so dreary
here!" she added, in a pititid tone, half
musingly.
Dame Fisher was surprised to sec the
family carriage of the Burnells draw up at
her humble doer, and more surprised when'
her own Ally, in strange garb "a world
too wide," sprang from it, her pale. face
really brilliant with excitement. Ally's
large eyes were larger than ever, and the
heart's light was centred beneath their jet
ty fringes; while her mouth, the lips no
longer pale, was wreathed with unusual'
"Oh, mother! I have iaved alife !
not God kind to let me do so great a thin'."
" 12 AL 12, SS AND r
Strange that neither Ally nor her moth
er thought of the lost school that night,
heavy as the disappointment was ! Nay,
is it strange?, They thought all i❑ the
morning,, however, and then dame Fisher
was more sad thin Ally:
"So you are to sow your life away,"
she said, despondingly, "my' poor, poor
All y."
.."No, mother; God will take care of
It was not noon when the family -car
riage of the Burnells again appeared at the
door of Billy Fisher's miserable cottage.
"Mrs. Burnell ! It may be, Ally, she
will get you the school: these rich people
have so Much influence."
Mrs. Burnell came to offer Ally, as her
husband had promised in his first lively
emotion of gratitude, a splendid home.
• "You shall share with little Marcia, in
everything," she said ; "You shall even
divide our love ; more, you are older, and
shall be considered in everything.the eld
est daughter. Come and live with us,
dear ; for we would have had no child but
fur you.
Ally looked at her mother, whose thin
lace now glowed with gratified ambition ;
glanced at the broken walls of the misera
ble hovel she called home; turned from one
halo half-starved figure to another ; and
then, approaching - the lady, said in a low
firm tone. "You are very kind, and I will
pray God to bless you foe it ; but I must
not go away from here."
"Must not."
" , Must nut, Ally!" exclaimed the sur
prised, disappointed mother.
Ally's voice became choked. "This is
a very poor place—l never knew how
poor until I weal into some of the grand
houses—but I have always lived in in it."
"But the sewing and that terrible pain
in the side, my dear !" interrupted the mat-
RM.
• "It trill he better soon, I think; .and
maybe, I shall not have to sew much now,
lur Alary is growing bigger."
"But,
"Mother don't drive me away from
home."
"Ire willl give you a borne," pleaded
the lady, "th e Inmse yon saw yesterday.
There you shalt every thing you't•an wish,
thin4s much more beautiful than you have
ever seen in your life—and little Mareia
whose life you saved-will love you and so
wit), we all."
'Mien you will love my poor, poor
mother ?" and Ally burst into tears.
At the commencement of the conference
a head had been raised from a pile of bed
covering in a corner of the room, and a red
bloated face looked out on the group with
vague wonder. Soon an exprvsion of
intelligence began to brighten up flie heavy
eyes, and now and then a trace of .50111e
thing like emotion appeared upon the face.
At Ally's last words there was for a mo
ment a strange convulsive Nvorkiug of the
features, and the head fell heavily back
upon the pillow.
It was in vain that both the' lady and
dame Fisher pleaded. Ally's firm, mod
est answer was ever the same. "Oh, it
was nothing; I couldn't let the little girl
drown when it was easy to prevent
It was nothing; so I do not deserve that
beautiful home. I shouldn't be of ally
use there either, and here I am indeec." !
"But f will give you five times the mon
ey you,ean earn by sewing," urged the la
dv, "and you shall bring it all here."
Ally was for a moment staggered.
"So you Would help us more by going
than by staying," added the dame, quite
forgetitil ofself while so anxious for her
child's 'welfare.
"But, mother; who would hold your
head when it acheS, and bathe your tem
ples, and kiss away the pain, and then sit
and watch you when You sleep ? And
when the trouble conies who would try
to make it light and help you to find all
the happy things to weigh against it? And
who would sit with You at evening when
you are so lonely ? Who, mother, would
read the Bible to you? for you told me
hut yesterday that your eyes were failing;
and who would—would loYe You, mother
Oh, don't send me away ! All those beau
tiful things would make me sorry if you
could not have them too ; and so you must
let me stay here in the old house, for it is
the only place where I can be happy. God
would not love me if I should leave you
with all the children to care for and none
to comfort you when you are sad."
The lady's eyes were suffused with the
heart's dew, as with a mental blessing on
the young girl's head and a silent determi
nation to 'reward her self-denying spirit
richly, she turned away.
"You have saerifked yourself for my
sake, Ally," sobbed the dame, folding her ,
gentle child in her arms ; "Oh why did t i
you do it ?"
“No, mother; I am happy here, and
he—,” Ally. pointed to the bed meaningly.
'•1 couldn't mention it before her."
"Yes, darling, you are right=--you always
are ; lie would kill himself without you in
a week, I know. But oh, it is a dreadful
thi n g—my poor, po - or Ally!"
Ally was at her sewing as calm and quiet
as if nothing unusual had occurred, though
there was a singular bright spot on her
cheek ; and the dame bad busied herself
with preparing the children's.supper, when
Billy Fisher crept from the bed and
half -timidly to the door.
"Don:4 go to-night, lather," whispered
n, hying her . fdizht hand on hip, and fix-
ing her large Mournful eyes on Ilia face ( PENNSYLVANIA GIRLS.An affair oe
most pleadingly. • lcurred in Westmoreland county recently,
"Don't go ; I will help you to fix the which shows the stuff the - Pennsylvania
chessmen you wanted rue to do last.night ; girls are made of. Two large sized men
or I will hem the pretty new handk . erchief entered the, house of Mr. Samuel Karns,
I bought for you to-day, and sing whatever in Franklin township, and asked lodgings,
you like best while I am doing it ; or I but the inmates, Mr. Karns and his two
will read to you from my beautiful library i sisters, did not like their appearance and
book, or do any thing you like—only don't refused. One immediately -drew a long
go ! It is very lonly here without you, knife or dirk, some 12 or 18 inches long,
land presented at Mr. Karns' brcast, - Saying,
II understand you have money; and a scuf
fle commenced with Karns and the wean
that drew the dirk. One of the females
got down the gun, but the fellow engaged
with Karns dropped his knife and seized
the gun. The other villain picked up the
knife, and while Karns and the first scoun
drel fought for the gun, made an attack up
on the girls. ' He gave one of them . some
five or six wounds, two of them deep cuts,
while she wasplying a cudgel on him as
hard as she could. The other girl receiv-,
ed some slight wounds: Both the girls
fought with unparalleled heroism. They
alarmed the neighbors, and the wretches
made off.
The lips of the miserable man parted as
though he would have replied ; but the
words seemed choking him, and he brush
ed hastily past her: Tears came to Ally's
eyes as she turned again to her work, but
no one heeded them.
That evening passed as hundreds of oth
ers had done. The children had been
sent to bed, and then Ally and her moth
sat down by their' one tallow candle to
earn bread for them.
"It is so pleasant to he together!" said
Ally, raising a }lice all beaming with grati
tude.
1 - es, but you lose a great deal by it,
dear."
"Oh, no; I lose nothing. I should have
lost a great deal if I had gone away front
' you, Mother, I have been wonderingsince
this morning that God had been sdkind as
to keep us together while I am so ungrate
ful. I never knew how happy it made me
to be with you till now."
"We never see half the blessings which
God bestows upon us, darling."
Murmurer—you surrounded by com
forts and eleganeies, feasting . on dainties
and rolling in luxuries—oh, could you look
in upon dame Fisher's cottage, with its
bare broken walls and scanty furniture
And yet the poor drunkard's wife was re
ally more deeply blest than you—blessed
with the i noes wealth of a "meek and quiet
spirit." She never murmured.
The hour of ten drew near, and Ally's
quick ear
- caught the sound of a I;tep upon
the, door stone. - .
"Father !he is very early. Oh, I hope
he has not—
She had no time to finish the sentence.
The door was thrown open with a qnick,
earnest, joyous (lash.
"I have done it, Ally, bird—l have dmie it!
There—there—wliftt ! Don't look so
frightened, pussy ;it is nothing had,--it is
soutething good-very good. It will make
your little heart glad, and I ought to make
it glad once iiryour sorry life-time, birdie,
dear. Shall I tell you ? shall I tell you,
Ally? 'I have taken the step—the step;
,and now, darling, your poor mother shall
have somebody to love her, and so shall
you, too. Oh, it has been a dreadful
course; it has almost broken my heart
sometimes to think of my miserable ways;
and I have felt the worse when you thought
1 was stupid and didn't care. Sometimes
I have been determined to break away, but
then I wag tempted and couldn't. Now I
have done it. _Never mtothor drop to my
lips ! so help me God !"
That night there was not so happy a
house in all the Slate of New York as the
wretched hovel to which Billy Fisher had
brought so much joy. And Ally—oh, no,
she never regretted having sacrificed her
own bright prospect to the happiness of
those She loved; for never was human
heart more, deeply blessed than gentle,
trusting Ally Fisher's. Other and more
brilliant blessings now , clustered around
her path, but these are 'mere trifles corn
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pared with that great first one.
It was thine owil work, sweet Ally-; thy
never failing gentleness it was that won
him. Go on, pure-hearted one ! There
is still more for thee to do.
"still thy smile like sunshine dart
Into many a sunless heart,
- For a smile of God thou art."
WOMAN ' S Isrvecxer;.—Like the olive
tree, said to fertilize the surrounding soil,
there are some few ministering angels
_in
female guise among us all, and about our
path, tvho sweetly serve to cheer and a
dorn life. Our amusements are insipid un
less they applaud ; its rewards are yalue
less, unless they share them! There are,
too, some rude spirits in the world, whose
bolder nature female influence admirably
serves to reline and temper; and perhaps
it is not an extreme eulogium of the poet,
that, without that influence, many a man
had been "a brute indeed !" The concur
rence of both sexes is as necessary to the I
perfection of our being, as to the existence I
of it. Man may make a fine melody, but
woman is also required to make up har
mony. •
BEAUTIFUL.—The following beautiful
passage we take from a tale in the last Na
tional Press :—"A. brother's and sister's
love—earth holds nothing more faithful,
and deep, and self-denying; it is affection
between the trustful and the protecting in
all its strength and beauty, yet without
jealously, without distrust. It is a weav
ing of heart-links, bound together from
childhood, and becoming stronger. with ev
ery passing year; a union of separate
branches of, one parent vine, twined and
interlaced by tendrils that nothhig but death.
may unelasp."
"Here, you little rascal, walk up here and
give an account - . of yourself—where have
you been ?"
"After the girls, father."
"Did you ever know me to do so - when
I was a buy ?"
"No, sir—but mother did." •
TERMS-TWO DOLLARS TER Al'• NT M.]
IWHOLE N 0.587.
POTATOE 'FLOUR is manufitctured in
England and Ireland, which contains not
only the starch, hut all the ingrediehts of
the tuber, except the skin and . cutiele.--- 1 ,
The potatoes .are washed, sliced, dried
thoroughly, ground, and sifted through a
bolt or scive. 100 pounds of potatoes
yield from 27 to 30 pounds of flour. - This
article is said to be sixty per cent. more
nutritious for man or beast than superfine
wheat flour. It ferments with yeast flour,
and makes fair bread. Experiments have
been made which show that a given sur
face of land cultivated in potatoes will
yield four times more flour from this crop
than can be obtained from a crop of wheat.
It is' not stated how well or long potatoc
flour will keep; probably as long as any
other, for the vegetable matter is kiln-dried.
By this operation all danger from rotting
is removed, and this most valuable root or
tuber can. be preserved like wheat or beAnd.
for an indefinite period.,
COMPARISON.-A New England correspondent
of the New York National Press, thus.concludcs a
letter: •
' , Somewhat apropos to the above train
of thought, is an anecdote related in the
pulpit, by Mr. Knapp, the celebrated com
ic preacher, and which not being in his,
usual vein, is the best thing I ever heard
of his saying. 'An infidel,' said Mr. K.,
'once, in order to prove that the earth may
have been at first created, and afterwards
held together by the simple, self existing
laws of nature, dipped his hands into a
cup of water, and throwing off a globule;
exclaimed, exclaimed, 'There, I have made
a sphere.' 'Vain worm,' continued Mr.
K., 'what was he to that being who dipped
his hands into chaos, and threw ow worlds?'
Adieu."
GRACE GREENWOOD
THE Km! Axo Poott.—"Of such are
the Kingdom of Heaven," said the Saviour
and the beautiful remark is strongly brought
to mind, in reading the following squib
from an exchange paper :
"Ma," said an inquisitive littlegirl,
rich and poor people live together w)ten
they go to Heaven ?"
"Yes, my dear, they will be all alike
there."
"Then, ma, why don't rich and poor
Christians associate here ?"
The mother did not answer.
SUICIDES IN CONGRESS.—Cor. Briggs
delivered an address on Temperance at
Saratoga Springs, on the evening of July
30, in which he stated that while he
. was
a member of Congress he had known sev
en or eight members of that body, of tal
ents far above mediocrity. absolutely f killed
with intoxicating liquors.
Alexander the great seeing Diogenes
looking attentively at a parcel of human
bones, asked the phisosopher what he was
looking for. That which I cannot find,
was the reply—the difference between your
father's bones and those of his slaves.
That was rather a severe joke! of the
man who cried out to the keeper of a grog
shop on seeing a drunken man's heels up,
before the door, "Mister, your sign has fall
en down."
A young man having attended a silent
Quaker meeting, was asked b'y one of the
Friends—"llow did'st thou like the meet
ing ?" To which he pettishly replied,
"Like it? why I can see no sense in it,
to go and sit for whole hour together with
out speaking a word.. It is enough to kill
the devil." "Yea, my friend," replied the
Quaker, "that's just what we want."
A DELICATE COMPLIMENT.—QuiII being
asked by a lady why it was reported that
there were more women in the world than
men, he replied : "It is in conformity with
the arrangements of nature, madam ; we
always seee more ofheaven than earth !"
•
"A NORTHERN MAN WITH SOUTHERN
PRINCIPLES."—A yankee front Vermont 1
was pursued and caught near Erie, PA..
last week, having with him two negfore,
stolen from Virginia.
“It's a poor rule that wont 4 work both
ways,” as the scholar said when he sent
it back again at the irtater's head.
"I'll beiblesied ii I do"-04 the girl said
,whmlier lover asked her to get married.