BY DAVID OVEB. stltf 1 of t ri|. WHATMAKES VTOiMEX I Not costly of era, nor queenly air; Not jewele 1 hand, complexion fair; Not grace!i:l form, nor lofty tread, N'ot paint, nor curls, nor splendid head, Not pearly teeth, nor sparkling eyes. Nor voice th .t nightingale outvies; Not bteaih aA sweet as eglantine, Not gaudy geins, aor fabrics flu of Not all the stoves of fasliiott'f Taart; Nor yet the I>l mdisbinents of art; Not one, nor all of these combined, •Can make one woman true refined. 'Tis not the casket that wewrir.e, But that which in the casket. lies; These outward charms ihat please the sight, Arc naught unless the heart be rigbt. Site, to fulfill her destined end, Must with ber beauty goodness blend: Must make it her incessant care. To deck hentelf with jewels rare; Or priceless gcrus iuut be possessed, In roK-s of richest beauty dressed; Vet these must clothe tile Inward mind , in jmriit the most refined. She d tb nil those goods combine t'an man's r< ug.i nature well refine— Haiti all s);e needs in this frail Kt'- To tit tor mother, sister, wile; He who possesses such a friend Shout 1 cherish welUiil iifc doth end. Woman, in fine, the mate should be, i'o .sail with uiau o'er life's rough sea, And when the stormy cruise is o'er Attend him to fair Canaan's shore. SONG FOR UARMLUS. TUB i-LOrcii, THE RAKR AND THE HOB, A song for Ihe grtidtfti j ist, And the high ol i forest r#e, A song for emit of ladies fair. Out-floating an the 'reeze: A song for the knightly halls of Spain, With their chivalry long ago; The plough, the rake, ana tne fide. A shout for the .n iu of war, Fiom the blood-red field they coroe; They look Tot tiie world to rise with awe, At the sound of th; lire and drum; Haru! how the rabble cheer, On hi l and in valley low; We'll heed them not. for "our song shall be Of the plough, the rake, and the hoc. Oh, a farmer i,. the man of men, With sinews like cords of steel; With a kingly step and a flashing eye, And a heart that is made to feel; To feel the bounding of joy: And throb at th- sight of, woe; Then sing along for the noble knight Of the plough,the rake, and the hoe. Come forth, thou *Oll of toil! The earth, like a bridemaid gij, is putting a carpet of vendurc down, If or tlie feet of the blue-eyed May Come lorth, with a lavish hand, The seed in the furrows sow; Wli.b we g.iilvjoin inra cheerful song, For the plough, the rake, and the hoe. RATHER AMBIGUOUS. A great many people fiud much diffi culty in saying what, they mean—as much j perhaps as some editors fir.d in meaning j what lhay say. A certain wituess, in an assault aud battery suit, we once heard mix j things up considerably, in giving his ac" j coutit of the affair. After relating how j Dennis came up aud struck him, he pro ceeded— "So yec honor, I just hauled off and swi ped bis jaw. Just then his dog cum along j aud 1 hit hint again and dropped him." "Hit the dog 1" '•No, yer honor, hit Dennis- Aud thin . 1 up wid a stun and throwed it at him, and 1 it rolled over aud over." "Threw a stoue at Deuuis?" "At the dog, yer honor. And he got up aud hit mc again." "The c >g?" "No, Dennis. And wid that be stuck his tail betwixt his legs and ran off." "Dennis*" "No, tbo dog, and whin he came back at ;ne, he got me down and pounded me, yei honor." "The dog came back at youl" "No, Dennis, yer honor. And thaFu all I did to him, yer honor, and he isn't hurl any at all." "Who isn't hurt?" "The dog, yer honor." This testimony so befogged the case, that the defendant was acquitted as a mat ter of course. Tj?"The Western papers say that the Illi nois river has lowered a foot. When it low ers the other foot we suppose it will cease >0 run. KF"A western editor, in dunning his subscribers, says be Las responsibilities thrown npon him which he is obliged to meat. A Weekly a?aper, Devoted to Literature, Politics, the Arts, Sciences, Agriculture, &c., &c---Terms: Two Dollars per annum. iMMb WO&K FOR NOVEMBER. •■"But here t lie Autumn melancholy dwells. And sighs her beautiful spells Amongst the sunless shadows of the plain. Alone, alone, Upon a tnoSisy stone She sits and reckons up the dead and gone, H Lit the last leaves toru love rosarv, hi Ist all the withered wo; 11 looks drearily, Like a dim picture air the drowned past, In tlie hushed mitri s ruysteriou* far away, Doubtful what ghostly thing will steal the list Into that distance, gray upon the gray." Hoods picture of t lie Autumn is, in the main, truthful, though the poets all have a way ot overdoing things, throwing a beauti ful mist about all things earthly, and making them iook more shadowy and grand than they appear in the sunlight. The fact is, that the changes of the year come ou so gradually, that the mind of the healthful observer, receives no rude shock, and never sets the sepulchral form of old Autumn sit ting ou a mossy stone,au.l reckoning up her | losses with sombre visage. All that melan choly business is left to poets, languisbiug tuaiiiens, aud other idle people. There is indeed, a cnange, but wo hardly note it from day to day. The leaves upon the maple and ash in the forest begin to bronze, even before the frost touches theui, so that the glorious drapery of (rummer iblW sdtue Of its freshness be fore Auiutuu comes. The song of birds is • broken, and fhitiij'a Voice is missing from ■ toe forest choir, before tne full Autumn soug !of the insects fills our ears. Tim first frost is upon tire. lwLands aud iu th" valleys, and . our eyes grow familiar with the russet corn • icaves, and the withered flowers, long be- I fore the verdure upon the plains aud Litis ! begins to fail. The golden rod and asters, purple cud white, mauitiufi their freshness ; and bfoo:'.;, eveu alter the frosts. The mor j ning air is, indeed, chill, but tho middle of j the day Las stijl a Summer glow, so that we ' hardly teaiizc the Sun""— \ ' pjbc**i Wrt HH.lijt) o*MP V-a" forest landscape, growing more brilliant day by day, but so silently that wo wuuder whets th* change was made, even in the greatest blarrmry of the gorgeous sceue. W'e miss the songs and flowers of Summer, but are hardly that Autumn is at all som bre or woman'sh, The season rather seems to us as a hale, well-conditioned fellow, a little old indeed, but hearty, and dispensing favors with a freedom and fullness that in dicates a joyous heart and sound health. The farmer has certainly no occasion to brood over the dispensations that eome to him in November. His fowls have brooded to so good purpose that he will find it up- j bill business to wear a long face if lie tries. 1 Look into the poultry yard. What a crow ing of youug cockerels, flush with juvenile courtesies to their feathered mates ! What a strutting aud cluckiug of turkeys, jubilant and uusuffiecting of the fate that awaits i them at the approaching Thauksgiving, or 1 the remoter Christinas' What cackling of geese and quacking of docks, all sleek and beautiful, full fledged for Winter. The death of tlia insects, if he deplore them, has been a large gain to his featherd tribes.— He cannot feel very uncomfortable at the loss of their snugs. Look iuto his grana ries. What bins of wheat and cribs of eoru are Stored away, like piles of gold. Look into his cellar. What heaps of roots, au ample supply for man and beast, for the long Winter mouths. Surely, it is not for this man to see in Autumn a moping old htdy, shivering upon the brink of the grave. Such visions may do for Wali-street, and we should not wonder if many of the dreamers there, in these tiiuea of panic and falling of stocks, were not turning to the farm with loDgtng eyes, and bewailing the day they quit the plow. To many of them • 'The melancholy days have come—the saddest of *the veur." Hut iliu farmer lias something to fall bsiek upon besides bank stock. lie has no notes to meet at 3 o'clock P. M., and be has no uneowfortable apprehension of moving out j of a palace on account of bis failure iu bu siness. His bank of earth is still good, and bis shares of plow are still above par. They have brought in & glorious divideud this year, when so tuauy other shares have pro ted failures. He has a stock of bread on band for bis family for a whole year, beeves iu the stall, and fat porkers in the sty.— Cotue what will, the city must buy of him. His is a legitimate trade, that the world cannot get along without. Tho farmers' calling cannot fail to rise in the world's es teem in these times of revulsion and ruin. If the crash shall only open the eyes of men, and convince them that we have too many traffickers, and too few producers,—if iit shall lead multitudes to return to the 1 plow, and to eulivate the millions of untit led acres that lie waste upou our sea-board, | the panic will be an infinite gain to the ■ country. Farmers should be the last class to hang or drown themselves this month, while so many in the city are looking back to their condition, with a perfect. longing for their leeks and onions If they have aver had thoughts of quitting the farm, we advise them to take counsel of a city merchant, and revise their plans. They should settle down into the happy convhniou that they have the noblest and most independent cal ling upon earth, the greatest occasicu to thank God for tLeir present lot, and to take courage for the future. Pt: n MAN EN T IMPROVEMENTS. They should turn ovor a new leaf tiiis Fall, and begin to make their plans for a lifc-loise of the aetes they now occupy. It is oue of the gieatest drawbacks to our husbandry, that uobody seems to be settled. Every man upon the farm, almost, has his ideal of a farmer's homo away out West.— He i* not seeking to realize it in his pre sent position. He lives, every year, as if lie might sell out aud move iu tho Spring, He dues not repair tha house or barn, he does not set out a* orchard, he docs not put a new wi.ll or fence around the garden. He makes no investment that will not bring in its return tun preseot season. This course is ruinous to the land* and to tbeptcuuiary interests of its proprietor. Farmers ought to work their fields, and buiid barns to save their mauurcs, as ii they expected to oceupy them for life. The? are qnito as certain to get a fair . price for their improvements as for the old acres un improved. A purchaser will be influence! in hii views of th v.-ilne of tha property by its present productiveness. A meadow yielding three tons to the acre, is worth more ihi it three times as nWoh as one yield ing but one ton to the acre. Tt will not cost three times the present value ol the ian 1 to make it tbi e times as productive. A farm that furnishes the materia! tc make five hundred loads of manure, will sell much better thn one where but one hundred is made-. The air of thrift that hangs about a n tftiflly -A ; H{- as ... 4l ses the .xpeetattonb oi Am,*—"!- 1 , flatters himself that he can manage quite as well as tho present occupant. HEWOUEttSO THE OLD BARS, or building a new one, will tbeu certainly be good policy this Full, if you have uot al ready attended to it. Consider how many hundreds of loads of manure, what tons of ammonia have been wasted m the old estab lishment, and put a stop to this large leak in your ship, it is an old affair, but the timbers are yet sound, aud by moving it a few rods yon may put tinder it a cellar, and nrovi.ie nir.ch better accommodations for your Stock. Enlarge it if necessary, so that every auimal may have shelter for the Winter. It is now simply a planked build in 2, letting in all the winds at the eraoks. It must be newly covered aud made tight, so that you can command the circulation of the air with a ventilator. Remember that wiuteriug cattle at the stack-yard is as wasteful as it is barbarous, costing at least a fourth more of fodder to carry an auitual through. Let this reproach of our hus bandry be wiped out henceforth. If the old barn is rotten iu its timbers, puli it dowD, aud build anew. Consult ] some of your neighbors who have a good baru, for a plan, and make such additions as your location and the style of your farm, iug suggests. ONE BARN TO A FARM Some farmers err in baviug too many barns scattered about their premises. Some of thorn are a # half or three-quarters of a milo from the house, and in the \\ inter, they have to take u journey twice, daily at least, iu the cold to fodder the cattle. Tuis is a great waste of labor, aud the cattle usually suffer from neglect unless the owner scos to the feeding in persou- One barn indeed in volves a good deal of carting of bay aud of manure, but this is a small evil iu compari son with having tho cattle at a distance in 'the winter. Stock, in order to do their best, should uot only be housed in winter, but should be fed thrice daily, aud at tegular hours. Much of the fodder is wasted if they are fed at longer intervals. If fed at irregular hours they suffer hunger, and be oome impatient. To lay on flesh or fat kiudiy, they should be kept quiet iu the in tervals of foddering. If theso euds ire to be sought, all the stock should havorooui in the home barn, aud should be und