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POETRY. From the AntiCorn-Law League. A LITHOGRAPHIC SKETCH. Tia a cold and gloomy winter's day, Heayy and damp with fog; And a aqnalid wretch on the pavement way Is crouching down like a dog: Like a poor and famished dog that now, Neither cart nor truck may draw, That tqualid wretch with care-worn brow, Put forth hi skeleton paw. On the aurface flat of the pavement stone Cleansed with his ragged cuff He chalks, he chalks, with moan and with groan, Sketching his work in the rough. Chalking chalking chalking away, Characters fair, in colors gay; A record of misery, talent, and want. With hungry belly and fingers gaunt. .saangors hurry, hurry along, With aorrowful heart, or gay; tAichand poora motley throng Pas over the pavement away: But none, save the needy, slacken their speed, 1 o gaze on the writing there; None, but the wretched, can tarry to read That famished wretch's prayer. He has chalked and chalked all his chalk away, Making the very pavement prayi And ahow us how stones may come out in print, To soften with pity nten't hcartt of flint. Mockery! cruel mockery all ! In a land of mocking and groans, Where the pamper'd steed feeds high in the stall, While Christians starve on ihe stones! One word! only one appears on the stone, In characters bom and lair; But oh 1 that word is of skin and bone ! " Starving" is written there. Starving, in flourishes chalked on the ground Starving in colors so gay, .Like the rich who can revel in luxury roond Our famishing forms ol clay. Starving starving starving ! With maddening hunger and cold, While the holy Bishop in carving His viands on dishes of gold ! Oh, the shivering wretch may hide hie head, And his eye tj hollow and dim, For life to the fat church livings has fled, And Death may grapple with him. Oh, land of mockery, wealth, and wo, Aland of riches and rags, Where the alien rides in pomp and show, And the native starves on the flags ! Mockery mockery mockery alU A land of mocking and groans, Where the pamper'd steed feeds high in the stall, While Christian! starve on' the ttonet! From the Youth' Monthly Visiter. "In the year 1844, near the city of Louis ville. Ky., as the sexton went to open a grave yard, he found there a slave mother digging a grave for her own infant, which, without shroud or coffin, was lying by her on the earth. Her mistress had sent her thus to bury her infant, to save the expense of grave-clothes and coffin!" Mr. Need ham's Speoch in the late Liberty Conven tion, June 13, 1845. BY REV. J. BLANCHARD. Am: '.Iraby's Daughter? The slavemother leaned on her mattock full weary, At the grey of the dawn, in that home of the dead: Where the tall city's shade made each green grave look dreary, Though spangled with tears which kind na ture had shed. But she recked not that cold dews were falling around her, Though weary with toil, and though faint ing for food, For the last tie was broke which to feel ing had bound her, And froze een the fondness for life in her blood. BY REV. J. BLANCHARD. II. Her children, as mothers love, once she had loved them; Bat sold were they all Bave the corpse by her side: God saw all her fears for her child, and re moved them, And her last pulse of hope with her lastbabe bad died, O, then, though she knew when its young eves nrst met her, In language of smiles which the lips could not speak, She thought that its safety in death was far better, Than the joy she had felt when it breathed on her cheek. BY REV. J. BLANCHARD. II. III. And she prayed, as she turned to her stranco task, preparine The shroudless and coffinless rest for her child, That soon her torn breast might her babe's sleep be sharing, Her heart no more rung, and her brain no more wild: For she said, while around her damp va pors aspirant Rose chill from the moist turf which cover 1 ed the crave, That earth was less cold than the heart of a tyrant, And death far less drear than the life of a slave. COMPLAINTS OF THE POOR. BY ROBERT SOUTHEY. And wherefore do the poor complaint The rich man asked of me; Come walk along with me, said I, And I will answer thee. Twas evening, and the frozen streets Were cheerless to behold: Jtad we were wrapt and coated well, But yt we felt the cold. We met an old bare-headed mailt His lock were few and white; f I ask'd him what he did abroad, In that cold winter night. Twas bitter keen, indeed he said, Hut at home no hre had be; And therefore had he come abroad, I o ask for chanty. We met a young bare-footed child, ne pegged loud and ooiu. And therefore had she come abroad, When the wind it is so cold. She said her father was at home, And he lay sick in bud; And, therefore was it she was sent Abroad to beg for bread. We saw a woman sitting down Upon a stone to rest, She had a baby at her back, Another at her breast. I asked her why she loitered there: When the wind it blew so chill, She turned her head and bade the child, That screamed behind, be still. She told us that hei husband served, A soldier, far away, And therefore, to her parish she Was begging back her way. We met a girl, her dress was loose, And sunken was her eye; Who with the wanton's hollow voice; Addressed the passer by. I ask'd her what there was in guilt, That could her heart allure To shame disease and late remorse She answered, she was poor. I turned me to the rich man then, For silently stood he: You asked me why the poor complain, And these have answered thee. MISCELLANEOUS. From the Christian Citizen. OUR SCHOOLMASTER. A Story containing a Moral for those who can discover it. BY S. E. C., OF PORTSMOUTH, N. H. Aaron Horton, A. M., was the teacher of our school, and a good old man he was. He was not, it U true, wise above other men. not very clearheaded, excepting in Latin and Greek, and .Mathematics. He did not seem to know much beyond his vocation that of teaching the young idea how to shoot into Grammars and Lexicons. He wrote most classically and beautifully, and his pronunci ation was without a fault that must be con fessed. He never dreamed the good old man that any thing was needed for boys ex cepting what ho was accustomed to teach; and as tor their behaving better, he would say, "Don't they now behave as well as boys did when l was a boyt " It was a pattern school! N one of the modern follies, rash ex periments, and financial notions had crept in to it. The good master had a holy horror of all innovations; he loved a quiet life, good Jiving, the prompt pay of the quarter bills; and he was never disturbed or troubled ex cept when the boys happened to behave very much worse, or very much better than was their wont. Of course he was sadly perplexed one day, : when he was told that one of the boys, John : Webster, had struck another, Charles Ed- wards, and Charles had not returned the blow. 1 le could comprehend how it happened that one boy struck another, for that was not un common; he had done so himself when at school, and been flogged for it by his master; that was all straight. But the forbearance of Charles this to him was a mystery! "1 must look into it," says he, "Charles is no coward, I see that by his looks. There is something out of rule in this; 1 don t recol lect such a case; I never even read of such a thing, except among the Quakers, and it can't be that such folly has crept into my school. It would be most disgraceful! Why couldn't these boys have fought it out like men, and kept the whole from my ears! in ow, what to do, puzzles me. l shall have to give the school my notions of what self defence demands of us; after whipping the boy that loughu The next morning the school assembled as usual. Every boy was in his place. In walked Master Horton with more than usual dignity. He ascended the desk,, opened the mole, read a chapter, and then prayed, in ex actly the same words he had used for his whole school life, finishing with the Lord's prayer, asking forgiveness as we forgive oth ers. Prayer concluded, he called before him the culprits. John, knowing that all defense was vain, plead guilty in the hope of some miti gation of the punishment: "1 thought Charles pushed me, and I struck him, for I was very angry. 'You have done exceedingly wrong." cx claimed Master Horton, "you have broken the law ot the school; being angry is no ex cuse; one wrong does not excuse another." Growing eloquent, he raised his voice, placed himself in an oratorical attitude, and contin ued: "You know that I have forbidden all quarreling and fighting among my scholars: and as long as I am at the head ot the school, I will punish ever boy who strikes another. no matter for what! What is the use of laws which you can break when you please) Pre pare lor punishment! some boy there hand me the rod." Here, Charles Edwards, who up to this time had stood by camly and tranquilly, burst out, "riease lorgive nun, sir! he did not hurt ine; do lorgive him! "Be silent!" replied the Master; "I have a reckoning with you too, sir." John's punishment was more severe than usual, for Master Morton was very much ex cited; but poor John bore it without win cing. It is supposed by some that a man mav become so much accustomed to using the rod, as to be able to use it without being angry, and without getting angry in the process, and may strike with perfect equanimity of tem per. Int so, on thM occasion st least, with Master Horton, His inward feolinga sym pathized with the outward act; and alter John had been soundly whipped, Master Horton looked as it he would rejoice to have another victim. So he turned towards Charles: "Now, don't think to impose upon me with your affected kindness. 1 have dealt with too many boys for that! I will know the wnoie. JNow tell me why you did not come to me and complain, when John struck you, or why you did not try to defVnd yourielf? re you a tool, or a cowardt "My father," replied Charles, "when he sent me to this school, told me never to tight." "All right," said the Master; "he is a wise man! I gave the same rule to inv scholars. I have just whipped a boy for fighting. But uia your lather tell you not to delend your sulff" "Please, sir," said Charles, "he forbade me to strike any one, for any purpose; he told me kindness and forgiveness were the best ceiense. "Is your father a fool!" exclaimed the Master "Take your seat." t Tho master was very angrv. The veins in his forehead swelled, and his nostrils were dilated, because of the presumption of the boy in bringing such fanaticism into the school. But Very wisely knowing his frailty of old, he dismissed tho subject, saying: "I shall, at the opening of the school this afternoon, explain what is the duty of boys in this matter. :ow, attend to your les sons." In the tifternoon he gave us tho promised light. When he began his sermon he affec ted to be very calm; he spoke slowly and em phatically: "Boys," said he, "you know I am for peace. There is nothing I so much insist upon as that there shall be no fighting among you. Have 1 not this very morning flogged a boy tor striking anomer: i snail always do so. There must be no fighting while I am master." Here he clenched his fist. "1 should like to catch any of you a fighting. You would have me to reckon with! "But," he continued, "I have another most solemn duty to perform." Here his voice became subdued and impressive. "I must warn you against the foolish notions which modern fanatics are striving to establish. What absurdity! They would overthrow all government. Don't you see it? We read of injunctions to fight in the very scriptures! One great Teacher said if he wore of this world he would fight. It is very clear. "I am for peace; and because I am for peace I cannot let the new fanatical opinions come into my school. War is the world's emphatic curse; and to prevent tear it is nec essary to fight. I mean, to fight sometimes, on proper occasions. My conscience will not permit me to say more in favor of war than this. Nor is it necessary; for you have no temptation to fight, except when you deem it important for you to fight. Tho cause of Peace is injured by fanaticism! For instance, if I were to tell you all lying was wrong, I mean in every case all .fighting, I mean then I say, then ." Here the Master got entangled in his own p.TTimitiit, and came to an abrupt stop. But feeling that something more was nec essary, he called up William White., and desired him to say what ho thought on the subject. Now, William was a very strait forward boy; ho was all logic, without the least tact or poetry in his composition; he was the best mathematical scholar in the school. Master Horton made a bad choice, for Wil liam had been puzzling his head over the Master s language, and could not make head or tail of it. When ordered, however, he marched down to the desk, and stood like a post, with his mouth open, and his eyes fix ed on that of the Master. "Tell me," said Master Horton. "what I havs been saying about war and peace. I know you understand mo." " Yes sir; I think you said, fighting wa always wrong, and sometime right." "1 said no such foolish thing," exclaim ed the Master, in a towering passion. "Try again." William was very anxious to please his Master, and to acquit himself well before his school fellows; so he spoke again with great care and deliberation. " You meant, sir that war was not always wrong; of that I am certain; and I think you said that it was always unchristian." The Master was confounded, and lost all his presence of mind; determined to get a proper answer trom William, he roared out: "Mrrahiif you do not immediately give me a proper answer, I will flog you!" wuuam wis inghtened, and could not re member a single word the Master had said on the subject, except the last sentence a bout lying; and the Master's doctrine about war was so puzzling that he thought he would shift tho ground: " Sir, you said that all lying, except when necessary, was very wrong." At this juncture the boys could not help it the whole school broke out into a roar of laughter, and Master Horton, having no oth er resource, laughed himself. After the uproar had subsided, Master, Horton remarked that he would more fully explain his opinions on the subject on some future opportunity but such opportunity never came. From the Communist. TOBACCO. That this is a powerful stimulant no one I presume will deny. The fact that it is so, is proved beyond a doubt by tho effect it has upon an individual when he commences us ing it. How often do wo see the beginner reel and stagger, sicken nud vomit, in con sequence of its stimulating and poisonous effects! Go into a public house, or any house where there is tobacco smoking, and see the choking and trouble of breathing among those who do not use the poisonous plant. Go into the cabin of a steamboat where there are several smoking, and gee those who do not use tobacco, who may chance to go into the room, struggle for breath; and finally, as it stimulates and sick ens them, leave to get breath in pure air. : See the effects of it when applied to ani mals of any kind, in any form; it is sicken ' ing and deadening to animal life. Let me auk the observing and reflecting mind, if to bacco docs, as we have seen, thus affect an imal life, what is it but an unnatural,timuUf ting, sickening, deadening narcotic! And as it hag such a banetul encct upon man and animals, and as many who use the weed know that it deadens their finer feel ings, stupifies their memory aud reason, and in short, throws their mental and physical organization into an unnatural and conse quently, a depraved state ought not they to speak out, and show to tlieir fellow suf ferers the terrible effects it has upon their system? Many have done it, and among those have been distinguished physicians. What man, knowing tho effects of Tobacco will still continue using it, and let his neigh bor remain in ignorance of its baneful ef fects! It is wrong. It is encourageing sui cide It is downright murder by indirect means! Anything taken in the domain of human lite over stimulates, or in other woras causes the organs either physically or men tally to act beyond their natural functions, influences a relaxed state of them after the stimulation is over; yet it debilitates and weakens their normal strenith: and as stim ulation causes them to over do, and conse quently weakens them, the morp they are stimulated, the more they nre weakened and depraved, and therefore the sooner worn out: and if tiiey arc worn out and life extinguish' ed before nature would direct; then, I ask what can we mako of it but a suicidal, mur derous act? Can we tako any other view of the point at issue? Suicide, is self-murder. Murder, as generally understood, is the act of one or more t.iking the lifo of at individual. IS ow as we have seen that lo- bacco shortens a man's life and murders his better nature, what is he who uses the weed but a suicide? and he who helps others to it, but a murderer? I know these are bold and glaring state ments. Bat we know, suicide, and murder is murder, whether they take place instantly or tardily. To see a man chewing or smok ing tobacco, or taking snuff, is bad enough. But to see a woman the ornament of all cre ated things, smoking a pipe or snuffing the the filthy stuff into her head is horrible! I believe Tobacco was made to be paten by an animal; and what this animal is, is well enough known to tobacco cultivators and those who have been through the fields where it grows. W hat do you think this animal is? Do you think it is man! I will tell you what it is. it is a green worm, which, when lull grown, is about ttie size and length of a man's linger. This worm eats the plant when in its green growing state and grows very fast; yea he is a vora cious eater, and causes the tobacco-grower a great deal of trouble. So greedy are these tobacco eaters as olten to cause the cultiva tor to set out the plants three or four times before he can raise a crop. And man, the "Lord of Creation" conde scends to put himself on a level with this worm! No; it is not on a level; it is below the worm for that was made to eat tho to bacco plant, which is adapted to his wants; but it is not adapted to the natural wants of man. What! man, "ihe soul ol the world the intellectual and moral sensorium of nature," stoop so low as to tako this worm's daily food from his mouth, cram it into his own, and say it is good, it is sweet, tie. Now take another view of the subject. Let us peep into society take a view of the public and privato houses. Go we into a meeting house, and what do we see? Ah, many a tongue is ready to exclaim there have been tobacco chewc.rs here, and they have spit their tobacco juice all over the house! What miserable scenery! It looks more fit for a pandemonium than for a hoii.se of worship! Go we into the tavern we be hold the same. Go we into private houses, or where we will, if tobacco chewers are constantly around, we see the stain of its juice. What think Toil "yo daughters ofZion" of this filthy practice? Are you fond of having young men como near you, whose mouths are stuffed with tobacco, and lips stained with its juice, and whoso breath is saturated with its disagreeable odor? Do you like the fumes of a segarl How de lightful it must be to your sense of smell! And on the other hand, what think you young men "Y'e gallant sons of liberty," of young women who take snuff! Think you they aro better for so doing? or their heads any clearer? Were you all of mind, one short word would answer these questions. I appeal to you all to bear me witness, if Tobacco, as used by man and woman at the present day, is not one of the most inconve nient, filthy, deadening narcotics that man kind are in the habit of using? One word more Ye who have your health who strive for happiness, think of these things; and see for yourselves if there is any truth in the foregoing; and if you can profit by any thing that has been said, do'so; if not, do as you tee lit to do; for all that has been said, you have gratuitously "Without money and without price." G. W. ROLLINS. ENGLISH BEGGING. Brtamt, the poet of whom America majr h proud, it travelling in Europe. The Sew York Kvemng Post oonluiut frequent letters from lua lrt I tin nt pen. fie graphically describes some of the workings of tho "peculiar institutions" of Ureal Britain, tor John Hull, as well b Jona than, has them. Qh! the misery and starvation which full upon the millions in that con n r y . It it the legitimate fruits of the present property arrangements which oblaina, in lln country in full force and inu-t toon produce Ilia frightful results, an terluuily, as I he cuudif produce like efforts. We copy the following from tbo Pout, and re gret tbel Ilia liimU of our paper h ill not allow ill to publish the letter in i xieiino: "Uj;ing i refined by the new police regu lation in 1 on !on, and waul ektiUsii holes and corners, and pre fin in petitions where it cannot be overheard by men armed with the au tharity of the law. There is a great deal of famine in London, faaid a friend to mi tha oth er day,) but the police regulation! drive it out of sight. Aa I wai going through Oxford street lately. 1 saw an elderly man of small statue, poorly dreued, with a mahogany coinpleMon: talking lowly before me. Aa I paned him he aid in my ear, with a hnlluw voice, " I am elarv- Ing to drain with hunter," and them worm and that hollow voice sounded in my car all that y- " Walking on Hnmntead Heath k day or two since, with an Knglish friend, we were accosted by two laborera, who wera Kitting on a bank, and who laid that they had coma to that neigh borhooa in earcn ot employment in hay making hut had nut been able to get either employment or food. My friend appeared to distrust their story. But in tha evening, as wa were walking home, we passed a company ol soino lour or five laborers in Rocks with bludgeuiia in their hand, who aiiked ua tor something to eat. 'Yon sue how it ia gentlemen,' laid one of them, 'wa are strong; wa have come for work, and nobody will hire in; we have had nothing to eat all day." Their tone was disnaliffied, almost mena cing; and the Englishman who was with us re furred to it several limea afterwards with an tx prcoxion of anxiety and alarm. "I bear it often remarked bore, that tha dif ference of condition between the poorer and rich er classes becomes greater every day, and what the end will be, the wisest pretend not to foresee. Reform in TFrilljn Language We have pub lished from lime to lime, brief notices of tha great improvement rimmed to have been recant ly made in Written Language, or the communi cation of ideas by characters which hat bean en titled 1'uoNouiiApiir. Wo have not found lime to obtain even an impcrl'eot acquaintance with it, and can give but a cruJe idea of ill principal featiiraa. l'honography implies the wriring ac cording to found, rejecting the arbitrary charac ter heretofore employed. The Fliunographio Alphabet consisting ol some forty characters, each representing one distinct sound & no nlif. ma king had spelling & mispronunciation imt-0 sible. The imperfection of our present n-ode ul writ ing are glaring and peruiuioiia The letter A baa soverel different sound tha learner muit guess which of them is right in Ilia lesson before him the letter 0 has no distinct aouiid at all, no uho in the Ungnai; except as an ornamental. The best scholar rws not know how Iw should pronounce read, lead, and me ny other wurde, un til lie has glanced along the linn to pea what tha word means; which it ought of itself to indicate. Phonography obviates all these doled, ao that fa well informed friand assures its) a child or ig norant person may luarn to read well (spelling included) in two or three souks at farthest. A". Y. Tribune. A Good Hkmakk. The lloston Couriei snys "Aaron Burr men a Clirintian, accord ing to the New York Times. So much tha better for himself. I f he bad lived a Chris tian, how much better would it have been for the world." Isold Fiotne ok m-klcii. 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